Greylan whacks with his quarterstaff to no good effect.
"Get off him!"
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Greylan looks dubious.
Greylan sweats and fumbles his incantation.
Greylan cries, "No!" and runs down the beach, chanting wildly, before firing a bolt of purple energy. The magical attack smashes into one of the warriors and he cries out in pain.
Greylan runs down the beach to seek cover behind a boat.
Greylan sighs and follows Healaugh, Nechtan and Ddraig Goch.
Greylan looks out across the dunes towards the sea, "No real need to track it, old fellow. It ran that way." he says pointing to the shoreline and the direction of the camp you spotted from the cliffs.
"This is all jolly interesting but shouldn't we see where that other pesky hound went? Surely he's bound to have warned someone or other?" Greylan asks, hefting his bag of potions.
"What? I don't 'whack' people!"
Greylan steps up and with badly concealed distaste for the killing of the dogs, fires a magical missile at the satyr. The fey piper curses and swears in a manner most uncouth.
Greylan stirs "Huh? Ugh, what a strange dream... Oh, wait, it's not."
"Well, I'm with you. We have to find out what happened to those poor people as soon as we can."
Greylan looks dubious, "Well... you're the musician but I don't know if sea shanties will help much..." "So, are we heading for the source or not?"
Greylan explains to Ddraig, "We all are, or at least some of us are trying to move away at the same time. Or something." the high elf flounders for an explanation that will make sense to the dragonborn before adding, "It's magic, dear boy." "So," he says to the group at large, "Are we going to face the music (ha, face the music!) or are we going to move off the hill?"
"Well, yes, but I'm not sure it will make much difference, considering we already have your lantern." He snaps his fingers and the top of his staff gives off a warm glow that illuminates the area around him. "So, what's the plan? Do we leave this creepy place for the night and rest up whilst trying to not turn into muso-zombies, or do we get ourselves sorted out now and try to get to the bottom of things tonight?"
"Yes! We can do this!" Greylan cries as he launches a further magic missile. "Or not." as it fizzles out short.
Healaugh's wand-waving has no effect at all on the oni. Greylan mutters, "Right, bad breath, I'll bear that in mind."
He retreats further down the path, and his elven sight allows him to still have a good view of the battle as it unfolds. He mutters arcane syllables and a dazzling bolt of energy slams into the oni. "Laugh that off, monster!" He crows.
"I was afraid you'd say that."
Greylan hisses, "Where's he going? And... more to the point, are we going there too? He seems to attract logs." |