As Millorn starts a new incantation, Sarthonn uses the opening in his defenses to attempt an attack.
Turning his attention back to the task at hand, Sarthonn continues to swat at the rats.
for damage!
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Red Stick turns to the rat that attacked him. "You... aren't right... but I'll just say that it's because you're a friend of Millorn's. Sorry, buddy," he responds as he slashes at it.
He calls out, "Spread out, we got no idea what's coming next!" He takes the opportunity to rush back to his previous position behind the statue .
"Let's get out of here... Wait, there's a hole in the ceiling? Can we... That's got to be such a bad idea..."
Sarthonn drops his mace and draws his shortbow . He takes a shot at the dwarf as he floats to the top of the cavern.
In either case, Sarthonn's shot goes far wide of the dwarf. . After collecting his morningstar, Sarthonn walks over to the other side of the cave and picks up his arrow.
Caelus stares after the dwarf, his face showing his puzzlement and frustration.
"What a peculiar person..." he mutters, then turns and gestures, dismissing the eagle.
"Let me take a minute to call Oynar back, please."
If the group can pause, Caelus will recall the eidolon.
Naravash draws his bow and levels a shot at the amputee dwarf, but in the end doesn't take it. Shaking his head, he relaxes his bow and looks to the others, "I wonder if that's what we'll turn into if we remain trapped down here. Well, I mean 'crazy', not 'dwarves'."
Keeping his bow still drawn, Naravash turns to the other survivors who wisely took cover, "Horgus? Aravashnial? Anevia? Are you all alright?"
Naravash waits for Caelus to recall Oynar, "Welcome back, uh- Oynar. Ready to press on?" As he turns to head on and take up a position as a forward scout again, his gaze follows Red Stick's up to the shaft in the ceiling. He catches the half orc's eye, indicates Anevia and her broken leg with a subtle jerk of his head, then turns to the passage ahead. "Even if we could reach it, friend, I think we'll need to find a way to walk out rather than climb out."
As the realization dawns on him that there is an extra shadow amongst their number, Naravash spins around with a start, his bow drawn in a flash.
"We've more shadows than bodies, friends. Something lurks amongst us!"
Alerted by the extra shadow and the scream, Sarthonn dives toward the edge of the cavern to get out of the way of the dwarf hurtling toward them.
Naravash's eyes widen as he looks up and sees the mad dwarf hurtling toward the group. He mutters to himself, "You have got to be kidding me," as he dives out of the way.
"Yeah, something was up! Didn't expect dropping giant dwarf, though."
"What is wrong with this city?!?"
Disaster averted, Red Stick looks all over the gore left painting everywhere. Regarding an exposed cracked rib, he remarks wryly, "Hey, look, free marrow."
He looks up to see Morgrym. Sheepishly, he adds, "Sorry, that was inappropriate."
Naravash hauls himself up from the cold stone ground, thankful to have avoided the enlarged dwarf's suicidal dive. He shakes his head as he regards the scene and cringes at Red Stick's attempt at humor, but doesn't say anything. Sighing then, he looks at Razul and holds the elf's gaze. "What's wrong with the city? Demons rampage across the face of her as maniacs run amok beneath her. What else could be wrong with her?" He turns to Sarthonn as he pulls himself up, and then looks over the whole of the group, "Are you alright, Sarthonn? Anyone else? Nobody got hurt, right?"
Looking at Red Stick Morgrym says, Its alright lad, hopefully he be in a place where he's happy with his rat friends.
Once again, the gore-covered Eidolon glares rather balefully at his summoner, then pads a few yards away from the group to shake herself vigorously, spraying bits of insane dwarf rom her hide.
As she stalks back over to Caelus, the young kellid has just shaken off the shock at the bizzare turn of events, and begun to wipe his face.
"What now?" ask Oynar's odd, piping voices.
"I think we keep moving forward, errr- Oynar." It's obvious Naravash is still adjusting to addressing the eidolon directly. Glancing once more at the messy remains of the insane dwarf, Naravash shakes his head and returns to his position as scout, his bow at the ready.
"This way." He gives Red Stick a nod and then melts into the blackness beyond the group's light along side the half-orc.
Caelus will cast detect magic and examine the ring.
"There's a second book here... looks like a second spellbook maybe? I'm not sure, the writing in it is strange." He offers the book to one of his more learned party members.
He shrugs as he regards the statuette. "Meh. It's damaged. That probably means it's not worth much, right?" He then shifts his attention to the foodstuffs. "Ah! Now this is actually useful: food! There's almost enough here for all of us to share a meal together."
Completely ignoring the statuette, Red Stick picks up the pack of rations. "This is good! We could always make sure we've got an extra meal."
Sarthonn helps the rest of the group look around the campsite.
Looking at the food with Naravash and Red Stick, Sarthonn comments, "That's better than being hungry. Maybe not much better, though. "
The Ring is a Ring of Protection +1.
Caelus will share that with the group.
Adding stuff to our scrounged list...
The tiefling shrugs at Sarthonn's comment, "If we're lucky, it'll only be one more meal down here until we find our way out of these caverns." A few minutes later, once the group's broken down and taken what they want from Millorn's camp, Naravash looks at Red Stick and nods toward the tunnel nearby. "Ready?" When the half-orc indicates he is, Naravash joins him as a forward scout once more.
Razul snorts at the remains of the dead dwarf. "Truly this land is tainted. We must cleanse it." He stares for a moment into space, not seeing what is in front of him.
Red Stick joins Naravash and the pair lead the way, the half-orc assisting to point out what Naravash might miss.
Caelus again offers his shoulder to the blind elf. "Oynar and I are ready."
Aye lads. Anyone be needin' healin' before we head off?
Sarthonn looks up the cliff face and nods to Horgus, "That is not an easy climb for anybody."
Naravash looks up the height of the shaft and then glances back to Anevia and Aravashnial. "You're not the only one who'd have trouble, Horgus." Naravash fishes out the rope he'd produced earlier for Morgrym and begins unknotting it. "Do we have any other rope we can add to this length? This climb looks considerably longer than the fifty feet this coil can span."
Red Stick rubs his goatee and looks up the scramble. With a nod, he replies, "I've got a hemp rope. Here, take it, we'll probably need all the rope we can."
Naravash lashes the two lengths of rope together and looks back up the shaft again and frowns. Scratching his head, he turns around and walks up to the blind elf beside Caelus and explains the situation to him. "Aravashnial? We've come to a bit of an obstacle. The shaft ahead of us turns upwards and seems to rise several stories, at least from what we can tell with our meager light. The walls seems rough and jagged, enough so to draw blood if any of us lose our grip. How would you recommend we scale the wall? I can only think someone would have to climb up with one length of rope and hopefully find a spot to tie off to up top so the rest of us could use the rope."
"Sadly, flying or levitating us there is beyond my meager capabilities. I could summon some flying beast to take thr ope up, but I doubt anything that I could call from the planes would be able to tie it off." Caelus opines regretfully. He glances at the climb, then doubtfully at his four-footed eidolon.
Shrugging, Naravash pulls his grappling arrow from his pack for the second time since finding himself in the caverns beneath Kenabres. After attaching the rope to the arrow he sighs and looks up the passage, "Well, it can't hurt to try, right?" Leaning back, he sends the projectile up the shaft accompanied by a prayer to Iomedae.
When the grapnel doesn't clatter back down to his feet, he gives the rope several strong tugs. Smiling with a laugh he declares, "Ha! I think it worked!"
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"Who carries the scale that allows levitation?" Razul stares upward, watching the arrow's flight.
"Do we need any more rope?" asks Sarthonn. "I have some if we need more."