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Amélie frowns in thought for a moment, then she steps forward. "Traveling alone? Zhat seems too dangerous. I can ride well enough, and I do not like ze thought of living in zhose caves." She waves her hand over her nose as she crinkles it in an expression of distaste. "I'll go with you too."
Amélie takes two quick shots at the closest skeleton.
Her two shots shatter bone and sever the strange connection of unlife in her target. It falls to pieces, finally at rest.
Benedict's strike has it hanging onto life by a thread. Amélie switches tactics by firing two arrows, hoping to end its threat.
Unfortunately, she suffers a wave of nausea and her arrows fly past the acolyte and carom off the stone wall behind him.
Amélie adjusts her position and keeps her bow trained on the acolyte, ready to loose an arrow the instant it tries to cast.
"I'll take zis one, you take zat one!" Amélie shouts, stepping to give herself a clear shot on the acolyte. Meanwhile, Jie steps to her right to give her a clear shot on the other spellcaster.
Amélie just barely avoids a nasty wound, and is able to wound her foe further, though her second shot is wide.
Amélie seizes the initiative and moves into the chamber, arrow nocked. She draws back, aiming at the closest troglodyte and lets the arrow fly.
Her arrow wounds the troglodyte, but it does not fall.
Amélie freezes in place, wary of the strange gemstone creature.
Benedict stands guard, but doesn't immediately notice any way out of this room.
Amélie makes a disgusted face at the strange creature that dropped down on her. She lets the lantern fall from her hand as she steps back from it. She fires two arrows at it in rapid succession.
Her first shot misses and sinks deep into the muck of the cavern floor. The other arrow strikes the odd creature, wounding it but not finishing it off.
"Zis corridor is quite dark," Amélie says, picking up the lantern and shining the light down the passageway as everyone heads down it.
Amélie sends two more arrows at the remaining troglodyte, now that it is standing again and an easier target (though the front line new melee fighters continue to make it difficult.
Her first shot is incredibly close, but just off target. Her second shot lands and does more damage.
Amélie attempts to shout an affirmative, but the foul stench burning in her nostrils turn it into a choked cough. Still, her trained hands fly to her quiver to rapidly send two more arrows toward the troglodyte.
Unfortunately, neither arrow is able to find its target.
Amélie takes another step forward and unwittingly gets a nosefull of the troglodyte's stench.
Despite her gagging, she sends two more arrows at the center troglodyte.
Despite the cover provided by Amkarang, her second shot manages to catch the big trog in the side.
Amélie steps forward and sends two shafts whistling past Grum's ear and toward the troglodyte on the right (her left).
Her first shot sails past the trog, but the second one buries itself deep into his side. "Zis is fine!" she says with a fierce grin as she nocks another arrow.
Amélie moves in and, seeing the troglodyte drop beneath the heavy swings of Grum and Amkarang, draws back an arrow and aims it at one of the brightly-colored frogs.
Amélie places a hand on Benedict's shoulder. "What do you mean? Let me take a look at that bite," she instructs. She pulls away the cloth and studies the wound, then packs a few pungent ingredients in a bandage and wraps the wound with it.
She sits back on her haunches, shaking her head. "I think zhat lizard may have had venom in its bite. I will do what I can. Ze antitoxin you drank should help, and zis poultice. Anyway, zhat's ze best I can do."
Amélie picks up the first wand that had stopped working for Grum and walks over to Amkarang. "Let me see if I can get zis thing working," she says, and fumbles with the device for a while.
"Not too bad, no?" she says after she gets it to work a couple more times. She then puts the wand back in the group's pack.
The Andoran archer moves up to get a better shot, even though she has to take account for her companions in her way. She sees the wounds on the troglodyte and takes aim at it, hoping to finish it off.
Her well-placed shot ends the troglodyte's threat.
"Well, zey know we're here now," Amélie says drolly once the echoing of the gong subsides. She drops her torch and immediately sends two arrows down the corridor toward the lower half of one of the trogs she can see.
Her second shot manages to strike the troglodyte in its leg, sinking deep into the flesh.
Amélie nocks an arrow and fires at the creature. "Zhat doesn't sound friendly!"
Holding the lantern for herself and Benedict, Amélie gasps. "Zere's another lizard-thing in ze water! Is it a trog?"
Amélie seems more interested in paying attention to the passageways than the pool. "If you are done swimming? I smell somezhing terrible zhat way," she says, pointing to the tunnel that does not lead back to the shrine.
"Grum! You can borrow my glaive!" Amélie shouts.
Amélie grins as she walks past Jie. "You are welcome," she says. "Zhat was a good call, to go around and attack zhem from ze flank." She moves into the central chamber and gives the spent fireplace a kick. "Zis is not a cookfire, I think?" She exposes a number of charred bones that are clearly humanoid. She sifts through the ashes and discovers a warped, leaf-shaped gold pin and a shiny ring.
Amélie fires two more arrows at the trog spellcaster, even as Benedict's blow to the back staggers it.
Even though her second shot fails to strike, her first shot is true and is enough to drop the troglodyte.
Amélie sets down the lantern and fires off a shot at the troglodyte attacking Jie.
Her arrow finds its mark and sinks deep into the trog's shoulder.
Amélie runs to pick up the lantern and follows Jie into the next chamber.
"Ack!" Amélie exclaims as she upends and lands painfully on the cave floor. Teeth gritted, she rolls herself along the ground until she reaches an ungreased surface, then stands back up.
"Perhaps we should fall back and see if zey will follow us? Amkarang, move back into zis chamber!" Amélie suggests as she fires another arrow, then takes several steps back.
She continues to shoot at the spellcaster.
Her shots are thwarted by her companions blocking her line of sight. "Get out of ze way!" she shouts.
Amélie moves up and drops her torch on the ground. She then draws an arrow and sends it at the spellcasting troglodyte.
Her arrow strikes the trog, eliciting a pained hiss.
"Do we go to ze other tunnel?" Amélie asks, eyes not moving from the trogs down the passage.
Amélie frowns. "I don't know either. What should we do?" She seems poised to toss down the torch one more time and draw arrows, but she's waiting for the others to act.
"Good job," Amélie says as she bends down to pick up her torch, her bow still in her other hand. She moves into the center of the chamber.
Amélie makes a strangling noise in her throat as the trogs' musk hits her hard. She still tries to hit the remaining foe through her watering eyes.
One arrow manages to graze the troglodyte.
Amélie moves forward and drops her torch at her feet, which illuminates the whole chamber. She takes aim at the troglodyte on her left.
The arrow sinks deep into the creature's side, eliciting a pained hiss.
Amélie had dug into her pack and fished out a torch. She was in the business of lighting it when the shrieking mushrooms erupted. She shakes her head for a moment to clear the ringing in her ears. "Oh. Nothing like ringing ze door bell, no?"
"Phew!" Amélie says slightly out of breath. "Zhat was quite ze chase. If zhat is the entrance, I can see how you missed it. It is well-hidden."
Amélie pouts briefly because the buck was felled before she got a shot off. She slides the arrow back in its quiver then beams at Grum and Jie. "Good shots! Zis deer will provide lots of meat!" She assists in dressing the carcass, which yields 5 Provision Points of meat.
Amélie approaches the group as they're about to set off. She listens to Benedict's instructions, nodding. "Shall I come along with you? Or do you want me to stay with ze camp?"
"Magnifique!" Amélie cheers, both at their victory and the able healing she received. "Zhat would have been hard, killing all of zhem myself," she says with a grin as she surveys the carnage. "And I think you would have been upset zhat I left none for you? You came at ze right time." She and Aubrin make a swift check of the perimeter to make sure there are no more hobgoblins on their way. They come back reporting all's clear.
Amélie targets the last hobgoblin, after Grum and Jie drop two more foes.
Amélie limps out from her cover to try to get a good shot on the next Ironfang recruit.
Her arrow strikes true, but only wounds the hobgoblin.
Amélie tries to follow up Jie's shot with one of her own.
Her arrow is on target, but it only adds another wound to the leader and fails to drop him.
Her arrow sinks into the leading hobgoblin.
Her next shot is just barely evaded.
Amélie assists Benedict, and between the two of them are able to put together something for one person. "Not ze best, but somezing, no?" she offers with a weak smile.
As word spreads quickly through the refugees, Amélie steps forward. "I 'ave a little bit of skill in zat area," she says, and begins working on the lock. After a minute of working, the lock pops open. "Aha!" she announces triumphantly. Inside is 122 gp, two potions of cure light wounds, and a quiver with 20 arrows and five arrows of exceptional make and with fletching dyed bright red.
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