"Oh thank th' gods. This is beginnin' tuh hurt." Fizz quips as new wounds open up. He shoves his finger in one of the open wounds again.
Stauntram -13 ->
Fizz -25 -> ->
Kaalul -3 -> -6 ->
Martel -16 ->
"We will endure. They will not.", replies Stauntram.
Stauntram deals a massive blow to the wind walker. Another blow like that will surely kill it.
The moment his spell begins to fade, Martel steps back and renews it. "I've exhausted my best spells for the day!" he advises his team.
Again, Kaalul misses his opponent but Stauntram strikes a heavy blow.
All of the enemies are slowed by the spell. The wind walker very, very nearly resists the spell but is instead damaged by it. His swirling winds nearly slow to a halt. But he lashes out once more, damaging Martel and Stauntram (14 bludg each). The air elemental strikes Stauntram as well (5 bludg) but the other elementals miss.
"Oh, c'mon boyos!" Fizz exclaims as new wounds open up. He pulls out his clover once more and THOOMS healing magic, not healing any enemies.
Stauntram -8 -> -21 -> ->
Fizz -23 -> ->
Kaalul -1 -> -5 ->
Martel -11 -> -26 -> ->
Martel keeps on swingin'.
Stauntram grimly continues swinging, an acidic sheen visible on the chain head.
Stauntram barely manages to land his first blow on the wind was and finishes it off. Then he strikes the air elemental a sound blow as well.
The other elementals continue fighting with blind loyalty. Kaalul's shield keeps him well safe but Stauntram takes a blow (8 dam before DR).
"That's it!" Fizz exclaims as fewer new wounds open up. He, yet again, jams a finger into a new wound with a wince.
Stauntram -4 -> -9 ->
Fizz -20 -> ->
Kaalul 0
Martel -9 ->
"Well done. Slow and steady seems to be a viable strategy."
"Steady as the mountain roots!", agrees Stauntram as he swings and swings.
Kaalul and Stauntram land heavy blows while Fizz keeps the party alive, as is his wont.
Martel focuses fire on one target with Stauntram.
Stauntram disperses the air elemental with two mighty blows and Martel moves over and strikes the lightning elemental, leaving it weakened. Kaalul lands a blow on the airfiend but it keeps attacking relentlessly.
But both it and the lightning elemental strike out as clumsily as they possibly can, nearly striking each other instead of the well-armored dwarf!
Like a blacksmith at his forge -- the holiest profession among Torag's worshippers -- Kaalul continues his measured and relentless assault with his hammer.
"Woo!" Fizz cheers as only a few new wounds open up.
Stauntram -4
Fizz -17 ->
Kaalul -1 -> -6 ->
Martel -4
Stauntram recognises Kaalul's style.
"Hammer and anvil! Hammer and anvil!", he shouts, as he adds his own blows to the cacophony.
Stauntram destroys the lightning elemental and lands a heavy blow on the airfiend, leaving it nearly dead.
"What about the tongs, are they sacred as well?" Martel asks half-joking, as he continues his attacks.
Martel finishes off the airfiend with a blow from his staff. The heroes pant to catch their breath after that prolonged battle. The clouds clear in the room of air, revealing a nearly colorless, slightly blue orb hovering over the seemingly bottomless chasm.
"They are a holy implement," Kaalul replies. Probably seriously.
The entire room seems to be full of air so high you cannot see a top to the bottom you cannot see either. It must be some magical enchantment. The walls are made of sturdy stone, however.
Fizz sits down and breathes pretty heavily. "I coulda done with ya not takin' so long to finish that."
Stauntram turns to Fizz.
"Fizzbizzner, you have done us great service through your deeds. Your endurance is a credit to your kind."
He looks at the room suspiciously, trying to see through any illusion.
Stauntram doesn't detect any illusion.
"Who is the lightest one here, and who has the strongest throwing arm?"
At the 'lightest' question, Fizz looks around frantically as he slowly begins backing back down the hall. "Now, now boyos. There's no need tuh' be getting ideas. Surely there be other options..."
"I'd like to hear them. I have no means to fly or hover, and there's no walls that connect anywhere even close to the orb that I could climb.
"We would tie a rope to you, of course."
"I could enlarge and enhance the strength of the thrower, and also shrink our 'projectile'," Martel says, "but let's make that Plan B."
He then steps up to the edge and peers over thoughtfully. He pulls out a copper piece and drops it into the seeming abyss, listening carefully.
Martel is sure that this orb functions in the same manner as the orb in the chamber of earth, except that it is associated with lightning instead of acid. His coin falls and falls and falls without making a sound. Very soon, it is too far down to make out anymore.
"A rope!? That's yur solution!? Did you hear th' clank of that coin martel dropped!?"
"Two ropes, then."
"I am quite strong. And can be stronger still.", offers Stauntram, as way of mollifying the gnome.
Kaal indicates Stauntram's weapon of choice.
"As you've seen, Stauntram is proficient in the dorn-dergar. This won't be very different."
Fizz looks to Kaal with a very unimpressed look, "Tha t'was not funny. I don' see you jumpin' at th' opportunity to be thrown into somewhere with no bottom!"
"I will not let you fall to your death. That would be wrong.", Stauntram says simply.
"Gnome, we don't have any other good options. And if Algric Graniteson is any indication, we cannot go backwards.
"If you think that having Stauntram throw me to the orb will meet with a higher chance of success, explain your reasoning. If it is sound, then I will volunteer."
Fizz stomps over to the group and raises his hands into the air grumpily and with much grumbling.
Stauntram readies himself to throw as soon as Martel and Kaalul give the thumbs up.
Martel watches his coin fall out of sight. "Welp, that's me out of ideas! Let's do this!" He pushes back his sleeves, and gets ready to cast a quick sequence of spells.
Stauntram grows tall and strong.
Fizz assented, so Stauntram seizes him.
"Say when.", he utters.
Fizz heaves a big sigh as if accepting his fate. "When," he says disheartedly.
With a rope secured around Fizz's waist and shoulders in a harness, and the other end tied securely around Staubtram's right arm, the dwarf heaves and throws the gnome straight for the orb!
Fizz flies through the air like a discus but throwing a gnome is tougher than Stauntram estimates. The first throw is several feet short. Fizz falls like a rock and, though the rope catches him, he still strike the wall of the chamber.