Torvi moves forward, looking forward to spilling some drow blood. She gets right next to her opponent and slams her helmet at the elf’s face...
Round 2
With the Drow in retreat, Dasur moves towards the stairs. He turns his back to the stone staircase, trusting Snorri and Iverna to keep the route safe.
Glenda moves to a central position so that when she calls for Magrim's blessing, she is able to inspire all of the dwarves.
Trailing behind Torvi and pushing past the living dwarf and the acient rocks so that he is close to his quarry.
Snorri proceeds further down the staircase. "I'm covering here! Secure the other way!" he shouts in Dwarven, before settling in a low guard position.
Torvi connects with the drow, breaking his nose as dark blood flows down his face.
Regnir's swing goes wide as the drow recoils from Torvi's blow.
As Snorri emerges from the stair tunnel, he finds himself face to face with the shaokyri's master and her guardians.
The she-drow hurls an alchemical weapon at the vulnerable Snorri, but the dwarf is cautious and canny. He presses himself into the wall to his right as the sticky weapon strikes the wall across from him, the sticky foam dripping down the cave wall.
The orc bodyguards move in, swords drawn.
Their weapons are deflected by Snorri's defenses.
The drow Torvi attacked draws a rapier and returns the attack, while his companion moves in from the other side.
The rapier skips off of Torvi's armor.
"Is this your best?" chuckles Snorri in Undercommon, before whirling the greataxe in a deadly arc against the orcs. "Surface elves have a far better aim."
Torvi takes an attack of opportunity with her dorn dergar as the drow moves towards her from the north.
Bludgeon
As a move action, she switches her handling of the dorn dergar from reach to 5’.
She then swings at the drow she injured previously...
Bludgeon
Bits of red start to swirl in the inky darkness that makes up Regnir's form.
The orcs are wearing thick reptile hide armor and wield long swords and shields, but Magrim's blessing brings Snorri's attacks home.
The first orc's head flies from his neck. The axe continues its arc, clipping the shoulder of the other.
Torvi misses an attack at the approaching drow, but turns the momentum of the missed swing to her advantage, swinging the dorn-dergar head into the head of the first drow. His already bloody face collapses under the assault and he drops to the stone.
Regnir pummels the drow ambusher.
Troubled by how easily Snorri dispatches her bodyguards, the drow commander turns away, running lightly over the stone, springing over the stream, and vanishing from range of Snorri's darkvision.
From the opposite direction, still beyond his range, comes a dark arrow fletched in white feathers.
The drow facing off against Torvi is unhappy that his partner has fallen, but he fights on, his rapier jab dashed aside by Torvi's chain.
Erebos shimmers into being behind the drow, thrusting with his own rapier, but missing completely.
[ooc]At least Torvi will get the flank, I guess.
Iverna slips down the stairs behind Snorri, whispering at his hip, [b]"Lord Snorri, their is a drow to your left, maybe 80 feet away, within the opening of a tunnel.
Torvi may not view Erebos as an ally, but a flank is a flank...
Bludgeon
"Don't chase them alone!" shouts Glenda. She looks this way and that, frustrated with the narrow tunnels making it impossible for her to find a way to help. Finally she settles for squeezing in next to Torvi and taking a swing at her foe.
Through the rush of bloodlust, the sharp pain of the arrow helps Snorri snap out of rage and focus. He dispatches the remaining orc with an almost casual swing before addressing Iverna first, then his companions. "Thanks, Iverna. Come with me. This position is too exposed, I'm falling back to you. There are archers watching the stream."
As he retreats carefully back through the stairs, he places a hand on the arrow embedded in his shoulder, willing Torag's protections into healing energy.
Round 4
Without any drow in sight, Dasur patiently waits for Snorri to climb up the stairs. "Though the Stone protects us, my magic, which is primarily focused over wide areas, is not much use in these tight hallways. In addition, my usual tactic of enlarging you would lkely result you becoming lodged in a tunnel." He says dryly as the hier of Dammerhall comes up the stairs.
"If there are archers watching the stream, I can block their sight using a cloud of mist. This can also apply if we choose to take the bridge to the southwest. Which strategy would please Torag?" The wizard asks as he watches the black and white figures of Glenda and Torvi fight a foe he cannot see.
During her dodging and weaving to fight her opponent, Torvi cries out, "When in doubt, attack with a furious vigor!"
"Yes, let us take the bridge. Dasur, please cover us with mist."
Torvi and Glenda connect solidly with the skull of another drow, bringing him down.
Nalnera doesn't see anything or any foes that concern her.
Erebos moves by the dwarves toward the bridge over the stream, taking cover in a small crevice and looking into the larger cavern, seeing nothing, an archer on a small shelf across the stream.
Iverna allows Snorri to withdraw as she keep an eye on the drow.
Nalnera, then Round 4
Snorri moves forward, towards Torvi and Glenda. "I can take point. Any sign of our foes?"
”Only these two bleeding out on the ground, since we apparently do not include that one,” Torvi says, as she points towards Erebos to the South.
Round 4
Dasur reaches into his backpack and pulls out a scroll case. He screws the top open and peers inside at the coiled papers. With seemingly editec memory he simply grabs a scroll and pulls it out of the tube without even checking if it was the right one. Tossing the scroll tube back into his pack, he walks behind Snorri with the paper in hand.
"The mist should block the view of the archers and allow us to pass the bridge unhindered, but I must first occupy the bridge itself."
Jogging back to the others, "We are not killing Eberos."
Turning to Dasur, "Won't that impend us as well?"
Turning and walking towards the bridge.
While the group plans its next move, Torvi will scan the fallen drop for magic items and other valuable loot, using detect magic
Iverna moves to catch up with Snorri, lagging a little behind. Erebos whispers to the group,
"I am going to make myself invisible again and move across the bridge just before Dasur covers it with fog. If possible, I will attempt to get behind my brethren so that we can crush them between us. If one of you wishes, I can also bestow this ability on you, and we can flank them together..."
"Torvi, you are excellent at area denial and battlefield control, if you think you can work with Erebos without murdering each other then I believe you would be the most appropriate flanker."
Dasur is hiding around the bend of the cave right before the natural bridge, scroll in hand. "I will count off the seconds after your disappearance. Ten should be sufficient for you to both cross. I will then run out to anchoring point of the thoroughfare and cover the bridge in fog, allowing safe passage for everyone else."
”I can not, in good conscience, promise you that in the bloodlust of combat, that I won’t confuse the good elves with the bad elves. What I will promise is to at least take out the bad elves first!”
Glenda nods to Dasur's instructions.
As Torvi approaches, Erebos intones his spell of invisibility, sprinkling a bit of powder across the two of them. Torvi places her hand on the drow, unwilling to lose track of him. They cross the bridge, masked in sound and sight by drowish manipulation of the darklands energy.
"Let's keep a lid on that bloodlust for a moment."
Across the open bridge, a low arched tunnel opens into a labyrinth of further tunnels. A strong breeze blows from the opening, cool on your face. Erebos touches Torvi's shoulder, directing her to two drow snipers waiting with bows, creating a crossfire in an intersection.
”Split up, or gang up on one?”
Whispering into Tori's ear. "Let's take one. The goal is to keep them from knowing we are here. It will be best if they think their ambush is intact. Perhaps we can take one quietly."
Torvi pushes the elf towards the one to their right, and says [b]”fine, let’s go get this one. Attack when I do.”[ b]
Torvi shuffles Erebos down the hall, and places him in position on one side of the enemy, circles th enemy and attacks.
Bludgeon
Torvi and Erebos coordinate their attacks flawlessly, but, even so, they cannot fell the drow sniper.
Everyone else can act before the Drow since you were prepared.
Round 1
Dasur silently counts off the seconds since Torvi and Erebos disappeared, At exactly twelve the wizard hasa sudden burst of speed, tearing around the corner and running onto the bridgge.
In a jerking motion he stops just as suddenly and unflurs the scroll in his hands, reading off the arcane inscription in a low voice of power. The area around him, and the bridge, explode into a giant cloud of swirling white mist.
"Water will veil their eyes! Go now, cross!" Dasur shouts in dwarven to his waiting companions.
[larger]"Athànata ktonà!"[/larger] bellows Snorri, charging through the bridge, axe raised, going as fast as his dwarven legs allow.
Glenda likewise leaps into action, banging and jangling as her metal armor makes her veiled passage obvious to anyone with ears.
The drow facing Erebos and Torvi remains stoic at the sudden appearance of foes. He drops his bow and draws a longsword from his belt...
but his weapon snags in his scabbard and he strikes empty air.
Torvi takes a 5’ step south and swings again...
DOH,
Bludgeon
As Torvi gives a clear line of movement to Snorri, he rushes at the dark elf, axe bared.
Round 2
Carefully walking across the misty bridge, Dasur follows behind his companions to give support.
However, he is unaware of the drow waitiing in the side hallway, and passes right by the archer's line of sight...
Snorri catches an arrow from the lurking drow, but continues his charge. He cuts through the elf's sword arm and deep into his torso.
Glenda continues her long, slow advance, moving into a position to block off one of the other drow from pincering in her allies.
Erebos casts another spell on himself, once again vanishing from sight.
Iverna runs forward on her even-shorter-than-dwarves legs, finding herself in the midst of the mist.
Glenda approaches a drow as he drops his bow and draws a longsword to meet her. He lashes out, sliding his blade through her armor and striking true.
Another drow moves toward the intruders, weaving his fingers into intricate patterns as thick magical webs fill the tunnels around Snorri and his companions.
Anyone in the effect’s area when the spell is cast must make a Reflex save. If this save succeeds, the creature is inside the web but is otherwise unaffected. If the save fails, the creature gains the grappled condition, but can break free by making a combat maneuver check or Escape Artist check as a standard action against the DC of this spell. The entire area of the web is considered difficult terrain. Anyone moving through the webs must make a combat maneuver check or Escape Artist check as part of their move action, with a DC equal to the spell’s DC. Creatures that fail lose their movement and become grappled in the first square of webbing that they enter.
If you have at least 5 feet of web between you and an opponent, it provides cover. If you have at least 20 feet of web between you, it provides total cover.
The strands of a web spell are flammable. A flaming weapon can slash them away as easily as a hand brushes away cobwebs. Any fire can set the webs alight and burn away one 5-foot square in 1 round. All creatures within flaming webs take 2d4 points of fire damage from the flames.