The Foreman was spent. He lay on the ground trying to catch his breath. His green-grey skin was ashen and his eyes were extremely bloodshot. He managed to roll over and prop himself up against the pile of raised ground and started trying to cut away the webs still wrapped around his legs.
"Go... I'll be alright… Get that... damn thing."
Hal, that Withdraw action, is that your action for round 4?
The spider had forgotten about Bal. It was fighting to survive now.
The foreman was half-wound in sticky webs, but he managed to drag himself along by his arms until he was near Dvalin and the fire elemental. He was sweating profusely from the poison coursing through his system, but his body hadn't shut down yet. He huffed and winced, all but spent.
"Somebody kill... that f*!~ing thing." he growled between labored breaths.
"Lowering? I can't even get close enough to look." Bal says over his shoulder to Bladud.
He backs up carefully and then stands up on solid ground.
Looking at the glowing rock and the little earth creature sinking into the ground, the big man nods. "Surveyors. Good timing. Toss that rock down there and give them some-"
Yes, it's anchored around the tree. He seems to have done the right thing in the time that he had, it's just that the ground is too weak to support his weight.
"Careful! Don't come too close, I don't want to end up down there with them!" Bal said inching his way backwards. "We need to get some planks out here to spread our weight out!"
"Don't move, Danner! We're gonna get you out!"
The big man lay down on the ground and carefully crawled toward the hole, testing it's integrity. He stopped about 3 feet from it. The ground seemed spongy. "I can feel it starting to give! Damn!"
He looked over his shoulder.
"I need supporting beams, rope and a lantern! Now!"