Beerg calls on Torm's holy aid for Tirrendale, Sorin, and Jack. Tirrendale lays out one of the drow, and Sorin skips over the top of Kraz to engage one of the crossbowmen. Her staff punches into his solar plexus, doubling him over, then her foot comes up hard, snapping his head up and back. He falls to the ground, unmoving. Jack fires at the creature at the rear, but his bolt bounces harmlessly off the rock wall behind it. Kraz lets out a loud snore, at which Nilelane steps forward (not that anyone can see her) and plants her boot on his cheek, shaking it back and forth until Kraz sputters and wakes up.
The last drow stabs at Sorin with his short sword, and though she dodges the blade scores a line across the outside of her chest, and the wound begins to bleed immediately. The blowgun also sounds again, and Jack now has two darts sticking out of his flesh. Fortunately, neither of them drops to the ground... this time.
Kraz stands and attacks the closest thing to him.
Kraz doesnt like sneaky sleep magics!
Jack grits his teeth at his miss, and tries again to hit the enemy
Attack:
Damage:
Sneak:
Beerg runs up beside Sorin and strikes his Maul down on the drow
Torm will make you pay for your sins on the innocent!
Sorin slides forward to the furthest of the parties current enemies and jabs her quarterstaff into it's chin then quickly kicking the creature in the side of the knee.
for
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@Sorin....THANK YOU!!! lol
Bless:
The party completely overruns the drow and the weird disfigured creature with the blowgun, and their blood flows on the rocky floor of the tunnel within seconds. All is silent but for your collective breathing as you stand, observing your handiwork.
Recognizing its quality, Sorin liberates one of the shortswords and tucks it, scabbard and all into her sash belt. Hearing clanging of swords she turns to see Nilelane playing with two additional blades. ”You may want to consider some training with the blades before trying to perform with them.” Sorin says with a concerned look. ”At the temple we had masters of blades that would spend years training with specific weapons. They would perform the most impressive weapon katas that I have ever seen. “
Jack also helps himself to one of the shortswords, as well as the hand crossbows, bolts, blowgun, darts and three vials of drow poison.
"Well this ought to help even the playing field a bit!"
He watches Nilelane re-enact some sort of...thing(?)...without laughing, and politely claps when she is done.
"Very...ummm...energetic Nilelane."
"Kraz thought them Drow's would be tougher.. Maybe they sent the punies after us thinking we was puny.. Where to now?"
'Lets make sure we collect as much as possible down here. We can sell waht we dont use and then better equip ourselves to dispatch evils from these lands'
Beerg inspects the adamantine chain.
You all make your way cautiously into the tunnel that leads on into the silent darkness. It wends its way roughly east for about 80 feet before you see a corner before you, and even with Nilelane's orbs of light you can discern a reddish glow coming from around the bend.
Sorin moves forward keeping an eye on the floor looking for traps.
Sorin moves forward, and as she reaches the corner accidentally kicks a loose rock, which skitters into the wall ahead. Already at the corner, she freezes in concern, but swiftly realises that there is little to worry about.
Before her is a huge crevice, more than 50 feet across, with the tunnel ending in an eight or nine foot ledge that overhangs the gulf. The source of the reddish glow is also apparent. Hundreds of feet below, deep within the chasm, is a slowly churning river of lava. Below, Sorin sees bubbles popping lazily on its surface, and the smell of sulphur is nearly overpowering.
Across the chasm is an exit tunnel, almost entirely blocked by an immense slab of flat stone, hinged at the bottom into the bedrock of the far ledge and held nearly perpendicular by large metal chains that go into the far wall next to the exit tunnel. In effect, it is a large stone drawbridge, now up, which could be lowered to span the deep lava chasm that divides the two tunnels. Narrow horizontal slits can be barely discerned on either side of the blocked exit. A small horn dangles from a post on the entry ledge in front of Sorin. The monk quickly ducks back behind the corner, unsure what eyes may be peering through the arrow slits on the far side.
"Kraz thinks that position is well fortified. Does this look familiar Tirrendale?"
The emaciated dwarf nods. "Aye," he whispers hoarsely. "I vaguely remember fleeing with the gibberlings across the stone bridge, and seeing the river of fire below. That is where the drow are," he grunts, pointing across the way. "My people are in there!" His frustration is obvious as he stares across the great chasm.
"Kraz thinks blowing that horn could be bad for our health. Does Tirrendale know how to get the gate open or another way in?"
"I was unconscious when we were brought here. The damn drow knew me for a priest and made sure I couldn't cast any spells from the get go." Tirrendale rubs his scarred throat with a wince. "The horn must be how the patrols alert the guards to lower the drawbridge, but like as not there's a particular signal they give." He gives a slight cough, his throat obviously straining under the weight of all this conversation.
"Kraz thinks we would most likely be attacked trying to charge across the bridge. Any ideas? What about them Illusions our wizard lady be casting?"
"Maybe while you rest I might take a stealthy stroll up to the gate and get a better feel of the land. Perhaps something will reveal itself as I search around."
"Kraz thinks a rest is in order as well.. Kraz isn't sure but is there someway we can fix Tirrendale's throat? Magic's perhaps?"
What are your thoughts Tirrendale? I'm sure you are eager to free your people but potentially a rest before we enter the unknown is wise. We will have more chance against them should there be numbers.
Beerg ponders this thoughts for a second.
We need to figure out a way where they don't have an advantage, Your prisoner trick might just work Nilelane!
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Sorin considers it for a moment. ”Perhaps a rest is appropriate. We can wait to see if this bridge will come down or not. If it does then invisible and disguised, we may be able to gain entry.”
Kraz will attempt to find a suitable resting spot, hopefully not in plain sight of anything.
"Kraz thinks the odds of getting a full rest is not good. Kraz will keep watch while the wizards get some rest."
Jack turns from his study of the door and chasm and curses.
"Damn these human eyes! I would help you stand your watch Kraz, but I can hardly see my hand before my face...and that lava river does not help much!"
Sorin dhakes her head in wonder at Nileane’s strange behavior while moving her off of the cinders.
The monk does what she can to help the others with finding a location to rest as well as guarding as we do.