"FFFFF....Freezing, huh? This isn't working. A new plan then. Hold on to your ropes!"
Caan casts obscuring mist centered on himself.
Paletress, glad that she moved a bit forward as a giant puff of mist forms beside her, steps forward another ten feet while drawing another dagger and lets fly once more.
Sparhawk quickly grabs his crossbow, leaning over and shooting at whichever one he can get a clear shot at.
He then moves and hides behind another tree closer by so he can try to swipe at one next round.
The one Paletress was firing at flies back up the trail about 30'. They fire again
@Paletress DC 11 Fort
@Caan DC 11 Fort
@Seamus DC 11 Fort
This time the damage is real.
The arrow misses Caan.
Also misses Seamus.
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you do know it would have been better to cast this spell on them and not us, Now we cant see the enemy to attack them, Hedwig says he is pissed, he wanted to go mouse hunting.
Move 5 ft away from the target and as my swift, place another point from my arcane pool into my mage armor to power it another hour.
(it seems I saw them cast a spell)
Paletress' laughter takes on part of a snarl as a small arrow hits her in the neck. Marking the location of the sprite's movement.
She wishes she had thought to get a bow before leaving her previous employers...
Caan shrugs. "I was tired of getting hit. Besides, they were making pin-cushions out of us!"
Sparhawk looks go see if there is one of these sprites within melee reach,if not he will move towards them to behind another tree with a double move.
Paletress moves up to where she saw the sprite she was targeting move pulling out another dagger and letting fly.
After throwing this dagger, she slumps slightly, breathing heavily and looking visibly worn out.
Two of the sprites turn their attention to Paletress:
DC 11 Fort
DC 11 Fort
The one next to Sparhawk backs off 5' and casts color spray. Make a DC 12 Will save or blinded and stunned.
One tiny arrow spangs off Paletress' armor, but the other sinks into flesh, eliciting a winded snarl amidst the fatigued laughter.
Sparhawk moves forward and takes his prerolled attack.
Paletress continues moving forward, staggering forward out of sheer determination. "Hah... hah... hah..."
She pulls out another dagger, but at the last step she moves to the side, to let Seamus' bolt by unhindered. "Die... hah... wretched... hah... beast... hah..."
yes 1 round
Caan dismisses the fog and begins making his way towards the nearest dot of light.
Sparhawk tries to grab the one he sliced in melee range as it flies off.
Not being fast enough to give chase through the deep snow, Sparhawk grunts, returning as he sheaths his dagger.
Paletress watches the faeriekin flee, gasping for breath amidst choked cackling. Once they are sufficiently gone from sight, she sets about retrieving her daggers while muttering curses and gingerly removing one tiny arrow from her neck and another from the crook of her sword arm.
"I don't... hah... like... hah... this forest... hah... ow..."
"If there is... hah... any healing to be dealt... hah... I could use a little."
Take damage and are suffering from hypothermia (treat as fatigued).
Paletress huffs out a puff of fog and looks around as she returns to the party. Noticing Seamus starting to shiver, she pulls out a torch and starts to light it up.
"You will need this, heh." she hands the rogue the torch. "Out of the frying pan and in need of a fire, ha ha. Hold it close and warm up. Best get some food in you too, heh."
She looks around at the others. "We'll be needing to move a little more slowly, heh heh. Don't want our enthusiasm to kill us, heh."
Sparhawk seems to shrug off the cold with willpower alone, moving to help those of the group who are not handling it as well. "Try to stay warm, neighbor," he says, offering his blanket to Seamus.