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"If anyone else would like to join the battle, I would appreciate it, Mr. Ash, Mr Costayne, Mr. Faine."
Chandi continues to pummel the skeleton before her, then the one next to Kanir (if hits available).
Kanir takes a swipe at the nearest skeleton and then carefully steps to the southeast.
Chandi flies at the nearest skeleton and tries to punch it into oblivion.
After managing to whiff at the big figure of bones right in front of her, she sneaks a peek down the unexplored corridor to her right.
Chandi focuses and centers swiftly, mentally monitoring the position of all the forming skeletons. She concentrates on the evil undead to add zest to her first punch.
Chandi watches Eddin laugh."Not unless I must, Mr.Costayne."
"You will need it to start your new lives after this adventure is over," Chandi replies. "I will take no share. I prefer you divide it up after we finish so you remain alive to help to the end. Also, if you fight to the death, you will not receive a share anyway."
A faint wrinkle appears between Chandi's brows as the miscreants express gratitude for healing, but she shakes off the surprise. "Aiding one another makes the whole team stronger and improves our chance of survival. And, I suppose, treasure," she preaches. "Any obvious way forward?"
Chandi moves near the downed wizard. "Anyone injured, gather near."
She touches the big warrior with a glowing hand...
...and does the same for the mage.
Chandi will try to move to a spot where she can channel for everyone who was hit by the ice storm, but not get the two drow in range.
Chandi sighs and shakes her head as the elf, who appears to be somewhat mentally challenged, dashes off. She begs divine aid for her companions, though she's not sure it will actually take on most of them. In fact, she is slightly concerned it may harm them, but that is their problem.
"...Remember, you can't spell 'slaughter' without 'laughter.'" A wrinkle appears between the Samsaran's brows for a momeent. "Huh. Mr. Costayne is correct."
Chandi picks off sticky webbing. "I'm sorry, Mr. Barronion, but such powers are beyond me. I would do so if I could."
Chandi rolls her eyes, just visible above the silk bindings. "Mmmhph," she agrees with the spiders.
Don't cross me, man.
You don't want to know.
As Ash is webbed, Chandi's eyes, barely visible through the webbing, roll towards the ceiling, and she heaves an audible sigh. "Mphrssiv," she mumfles.
"Ignore it. Make with the killing, please," might be what Chandi muffledly mumbles from within the sticky silk.
...evil Matthew McConaughey... Isn't that redundant?
"Kill her," Chandi says calmly, though rather muffledly, through the webbing that envelopes her.
"I am Chandi, though I doubt you now know much more now than you did before. The pertinent questions are yours to answer, and your safety depends on those answers. Who are you? Do you know safe paths through this place? Do you know the location of Maerimydra? Will you guide us there?" She offers the woman a hand to help her up off the cold stone floor.
"What? A sobbing woman?" Chandi squints skeptically at Ash, then brushes past him into the hidden alcove to see for herself. Seeing that the elf was (amazingly) telling the truth, she stands over the huddled woman and nudges her with a toe. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" she asks in Common, then tries Celestial and Samsaran if she receives no answer.
"When we are done with the bodies, it seems there's another secret cache beyond this room. We should explore it. A shortcut to our goal would be quite handy." Chandi waves to the "wall" where the smoke disappeared.
"Some of the script I can read but not the foul Drow language, I'd need to use a spell for that. Handler, do you read Drow?" "Not in this life, Mr. Barronion," Chandi replies absently, scooping the last of the gold into the haversack.
"What a mess. Sorry." Chandi kneels and begins scooping the coins back into the pack.
Chandi bends to pull the haversack from the corpse. "Mr. Gornn, will this armor suit you? It may serve you until yours is repaired, or perhaps is better. Obviously, its design did not save the wearer from the creatures it worshiped." She dumps the contents of the haversack on the floor. "Some of you may be interested in this one's dental decor, as well."
Chandi checks out the clanging corpse, hoping that Mareth's issues might be solved.
Once the web burns, Chandi will enter the room and examine the wrapped corpses - race, age, any interesting stuff - to see if there is a clue to why they are here, if there's any reason beyond plain adventuring.
"Burn the webs. Let's see who else has been down here... or on their way up." Chandi looks around the group. "Don't tell me nobody here is a pyromaniac?"
"Shall we push forward? Or does anybody have a recipe for spider?" Chandi's placid mien gives no indication that she is joking.
Chandi moves forward to look at the dead creatures, touching the back of her left hand to the center of her forehead. She glows for a moment, then a wash of healing energy sweeps through the group.
She looks at Mareth's armor with dismay. "Can any here repair these rents, whether by magic or mundane means?"
"If I could, I would choose to disbelieve all of this," Chandi mutters.
Chandi spins gracefully into balanced pose, one foot slapping the ground. As she does, a gold glow limns her skin.
Chandi shrugs. "Is it necessary to dispel it, or can we simply walk through? No point in wasting your considerable powers on trivialities, Mr. Barronion."
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