Cale tries to help with his flat glass weapon and slice away at the bugs
Ick-tk-chk-ka scratches one wezer with a single claw, but misses with all of her follow-up attacks. Khar proves to be decidedly more accurate with his strikes--though his bastard sword fails to carve a bug asunder, his short blade rams through the side of a wezer's skull and takes it right off!
There's a SNAPPING noise as the obsidian short sword's blade breaks off at the hilt, still embedded in the wezer's now decapitated skull.
Cale scores a shallow cut across one wezer's back.
The water fetcher wezers you are following turn to the south and intently hurry along.
Ick-tk-chk-ka lashed out scraping the chitten of the workers. She wasn't making much progress but she was never the strongest. At least unless she thought hard about it.
She reached out with her mind....
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Cale growls in annoyance at the frailty and lack of balance in the glass blade as he chops at the one he lightly injured before, trying to finish it off
Ick-tk-chk-ka manages to cut another wezer down with her claws, while Cale makes a second slice that splits his target in two.
Khar drops the blade-less hilt and shifts his grip without a second thought. He turns and faces one of the beasts trying to envelope their team.
Frowning slightly, Crow shifted his grip on the long handle and swung the heavy obsidian blade again.
Khar and Crow hack two more wezers down.
As you emerge into a larger chamber, a pair of soldier wezers rush past you, running back the way you came.
One of the water-fetchers abruptly stops and drops its ball of wax in a corner of the chamber, while the other one continues to the south.
The remaining worker wezers try to sting the party into submission!
Only one of them manages to land a stinging blow on Khar, nicking him in the arm.
Grunting as another fell, Crow mostly ignored his attackers. They were too weak to do more than irritate him. Instead he lined up another blow, aiming to thin there ranks by one more.
The thri-kreen focused on a healthy looking wezer.
Khar hisses with the pain of a second sting, but swings again trying to keep them from being surrounded.
Crow hews another wezer in two, and Ick-tk-chk-ka rams two claws through another and tears the head off another. Khar clumsily flails about with his obsidian blade.
Cale swings his blade down as hard as he can, apparently sacrificing accuracy for power should his hit connect
Cale's enhanced blade sticks right into a wezer's back, but he feels its hilt loosening as he pulls it out. The worker wezer collapses.
Seated among the wax balls is a large queen wezer, impassively staring at the water fetcher bringing a wax ball to her feet.
The remaining wezers on the surface don't get the hint and continue to try to defend their hive...
Crow gets stung in the shin again.
The sound of buzzing starts to fill the air again, coming from inside the hive...
The workers sting again!
The thri-kreen manages to catch the incoming stinger in her claws and throw it aside, while Crow manages to dodge the other one's stinger.
Three more brightly-coloured wezers emerge inside the central wax dome, ready for a fight.
Crow grunted at the newest sting. There were a lot of these little things, and they were irritating. Still, the hive could only hold so many, and the desert support a certain size. Eventually, he'd get through them all.
While Ick continues to thrash the weezers along with her tribe she says, "Laurelin has some water, she's headed back now."
"Clear her a path." Khar says before swinging on another worker weezer.
Khar hews another worker down with brutal ease and Ick-tk-chk-ka and Ick-tk-chk-ka finishes off the last worker annoying Crow.
Cale swings carefully one more time, trying not to dislodge the blade, but ready to cancel his psionic enhancement the moment it does dislodge
Cale's strike hews another wezer into the dirt.
It doesn't take long before the remaining wezers are hacked to bits and Laurelin rejoins the team, carrying three balls of wax: two of them are brightly coloured, while one is dark-coloured.
The wezers don't seem inclined to fight any longer.
Wiping off his gently oozing wounds, Crow moves to protect the rear of the party as they fell back. "Got much water?"
"I managed to grab these globes," says Laurelin. "Without a sack or the like I couldn't really carry more. It's better than nothing, I guess. I suspect the dark globe might be honey."
Ick-tk-chk-ka begins to tend her companion's wounds.
"good job everyone, we have triumphed once more." Cale grins tiredly was he cleans off his weapon. He frowns at it, annoyed at the poor balance and weight of the thing, but knowing that he's unlikely to see proper elf forging for a while
Crow nodded his thanks as his new ally healed him. "Honey? That's sweet. Valuable."
Further investigation of the two balls of wax:
--The two light-coloured balls contain a gallon of water each.
--The dark-coloured ball contains a gallon of tan-coloured honey.
The mantis warrior asks, "Did we cut their numbers enough that we could explore the hive more thoroughly?"
"maybe once we've rested. I'm low on psionic energy"
Khar retrieves the broken obsidian from what used to be a bastard sword. "I don't know if this has value any longer." He says simply and sticks the jagged shard into the sand. "We need more water than that."
Ick offers her own obsidian bastard sword which she has yet to use, "Let's retreat and you may sleep. We can decide what our next move is after we've recovered." She grabs a weezer corpse and drags it along with her intent on making a meal of it.
Khar takes the sword and swings it a few times, testing it out, then sticks it into one of the leather straps. He nods at Ick. "Thank you." Khar then grabs a nice fat wezer corpse himself and follows the Kreen.
A bit frustrated, Laurelin says, "Either we'll have to raid the hive again for more, or keep moving and hope we can find more water somewhere else."
Ick considers Laurelin's words, she looks around, counting the number of dead weezers. The hive might not send out all of it's warriors, it would serve them better to fight underground. Ultimately she thought it was too risky, at least without recovering her energy. She considered the supplies at hand. Ick had enough water for two weeks or more but her tribe needed what amounted to luxurious amounts daily, to the point where she wondered where it all went inside their bodies. Finally she considered the distance they had come and how close they were. They couldn't be more than 2 days from the oasis. But what would they do if it was dried up? She considered killing Cale.
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Cale goes to see how much of the water tainted with elfroot was left.
Crow remained silent, unsure which option available was best. It sounded like fighting now was the riskier but more certain to find water. Fighting now seemed easiest. It was what Crow knew. But maybe too many of the insects would be a problem for the others.
Ick said finally after a too long pause, "We go back in now. Lauelin you know where the water is, lead us directly there. Cale if you're too tired you can keep watch outside."
Seeing the lack of space Crow sheathed his sword and flexed his fingers instead. Swinging a sword would be too hard, so he'd stick to punching. Perhaps he could drive them into a wall.
Khar flexes his neck and scratches at the healed stinger wounds on his body. "I am ready," he says lifting the replacement sword.