"What, huh? Ahh, right." With Pavo's fascination with the babbling entities finally wearing off, and no where to run to, he dropped the bow in his hands and slid the shield of his back. With both hands, he tried to slam it into the nearest mass of darkness.
Leng shakes his head comically to clear the combination of confusion and disorientation from being bopped. Then he sets his whirling, flaming, howling chain back into motion. With his lips pressed grimly together he exhales hard through his nostrils with each whipping attack.
Leng's weapon disrupts what's left of the allip before him. The other undead being continues to focus on the summoned ant, reaching out mindlessly to suck the life from the nearest foe.
Leng turns and gives the other monster the full brunt of his attacks.
Spitter blasts the last undead creature again...
Then ducks back out of sight!
THe Ant with no target starts climbing the wall to get out of the way.
Seeing Leng's weapon rip into the undead creatures, Pavo knew that Leng was better equipped to fight them than he was. He stepped in front of Leng to get closer to the creature but then ducked into the alcove, his shield up and interposed.
Seeing that all of his companions are back in the fight and the creature his spiritual weapon was engaging is gone. Wilfried sends it after the remaining undead. Then moving into the alcove room, ready to help or hit as needed.
Spitter's electrical attack causes the undead to spin about. It's babbling increases in volume and it looks like it might be ready to turn away from the ant, but Wilfried's phantom weapon slams into it. The allip disperses into the ether.
With the wave of his hand and blue-white mist, Spitter dismisses the giant ants into the ether.
"The Pink-skins can thank Spitter for saving you later! We should find a place to hold up and rest. Some of you look like the walking dead."
Ending the spiritual weapon with a nod. Wilfired looks about the room. "Finally found a fight. Oh thanks little dragon."
"Is anyone injured? Alas I can't remedy the touch of those things."
"Uh...yeah, sure, what he said."
Pavo's normal smile was gone, replaced with a utter look of confusion. His head hurt, his thoughts were jumbled and he wasn't sure what to do next. He was hoping one of the others would.
"Rest it is then. But not here. We should fallback to one of the rooms we've cleared. And that human druid might be able to lend us a spell or two. In the morning I will ask Our Lord in Iron for restorative spells."
"Everyone still fit enough to continue?" says Leng as he extinguishes his kusari-gama. "We're making good progress, we shouldn't stop now unless we need to."
After receiving the lesser restoration from Kell, Pavo grins his customary smile. "I wonder if that works on hangovers. Wilfred, we're going to need to test that later, but for now, let's push on. I haven't seen any barmaids here so I'd rather rest somewhere else. The dorm it is."
"Aye lets be off. Oh and the key is to never stop drinking. That way you don't get the hangover. Remember new day, new fight." Resting the heavy spear on his shoulder as he heads out.
The other side of the dorm looks similar to the first half; sleeping niches carved into the wall in an austere hall. At the end of the hall stands a stone staircase leading up.
Not afraid of any more haunting spirits, Spitter treads light up the stairs ahead of the others.
Spitter creeps up the stairs one flight to a twenty-by-twenty room with a door to the northwest and a narrow hallway to the south. The stairs continue up to another level. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, and things seem quiet.
"Alright Spitter...Spitter? Where'd he go? Spitter, wait up!"
Pavo hustled after Spitter, slinging his bow over his shoulder and readying his trident and shield.
'Don't get to far ahead little dragon. You might get killed. And then I would have to go back to finding things to fight on my own. We should check out this rubble passage before we looks for fights upstairs."
The dwarf says as he hurries to keep up.
Returning quickly, Spitter scowls at Pavo half-way back down the stairs.
"I was scouting ahead. Quietly. Not so much anymore."
He quickly describes what he found at the top of the stairs.
"Which way now pink-skins?"
"Let's finish the ground floor first. Back to the first door in the south corridor."
The dwarf says moving in that direction.
"I'm sure this level owes us another fight."
Spitter nods and waves his hand.
"Follow the rock-eater."
The dwarf throws open the door hoping for a fight, but getting only a set of stairs which lead down.
"While I often prefer underground, we should finish exploring the upper levels first. No telling what may be lurking down there. Agreed?"
"No disagreements," says Leng. "Wherever."
"Finish a floor before moving on, agreed."
A fire consumed the chamber beyond the arched passages some time ago, accounting for the rubble from debris in the aftermath of the blaze. The room appears to have been smaller sleeping quarters as the haunted ones.
Leng slowly and quietly points up once again, as he did before.
Nodding to the others and readying his crossbow Wilfried takes aim at one of the creatures. He forgoes any spellcasting gestures this time :)
Checking to see if the rest of the party is ready to attack as well. Once satisfied, he fires.
The bolt snaps in half and falls to the ground.
Cursing silently for walking into a nest of the bat-men, Spitter mutters Draconic magic and pulls light from the area and throws it at a group clustered on the ceiling as quickly as he can!
"Ah yes. The fodder are here. Ixen garmth." With a casual wave of his hand, a red dot flies upwards, then erupts into a torrent of fire!