Eirnar used there final channel to try and bring Kaldwell and Lokhir back into the battle.
Kaldwell stood with what health he had back.
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Does Eirnar have any healing, such as Channel Energy, left? And if not, are there any clear rules for dragging an ally out of trouble? Will it cause attack of opportunities and such?
Kaldwell didn't see much choice, and knowing he was going to take a hammering, charged in regardless. He needed to buy time while the others could summon magic and might to fight it. Hopefully.
Having it launch an attack, so we can get a bonus to work out where it is, should be enough I think. But whatever gets us to the end works for me.
Kaldwell nodded to Eirnar, which was mildly pointless in the circumstances, but making noise seemed like a good way to be a target. Without a target all he could do was wait.
With nothing better to do, Kaldwell attempted to pick out a weakness that he could exploit with his fighting style, as well as how hard he could expect a dragon of it's apparent maturity to be. Also, where in the hells it was.
Unable to do much against a monster he couldn't see, Kaldwell moved to where he hoped to intercept the monster if it moved to attack, and shifted into his combat stance.
"I'd like the finish off the sauna, and any of the monsters that can seize our minds that may be around," Kaldwell said with obvious distaste.
Kaldwell nodded. "I can't really comment, given even having some idea what was happening they warped my mind as well. We'll just have to keep an eye on each other, and hope. But let's continue to explore." He looked around for an exit they hadn't caused chaos through yet.
Kaldwell grunted his agreement, and tried to pin the deranged man.
"Well, possessed or under mind control, more likely," Kaldwell said with a grunt as he tried to wrangle Lokhir again, "But it seemes that Lokhir has fallen under an influence."
"More mind control," Kaldwell grumbled, moving to grab Lokhir once the Burst hopefully put him off balance.
Cursing, Kaldwell begins moving towards the yelling. Somehow he was not shocked that a snack run involving Yattle would end in explosions, especially not here. He wouldn't be shocked if it did so in a Yurt, for that matter.
Kaldwell sighed as some of the pain faded away. "My thanks for that," he said as he rolled his now looser shoulders. "Where has Yattle gone? We should probably reunite before venturing further."
"Oh," the recent half-orc said. "Sorry about that." He hastily unpinned Eirnar and groaned inwardly at his memories. Also, the horrifying number of electrical burns covering his body.
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Eirnar moved up to Lokhir without getting in the water, casting Diviner's Fortune on him to give him a boost during the next round.
Eirnar moves closer to the water's edge. "Lokhir! Fall back for a moment, I have a spell to aid you." In the meantime he sent out a pulse of healing energy to keep Lokhir, Yattle and Kaldwell alive if he could, but prioritising the wounded Lokhir.
Oops. I'll go with AC.
Kaldwell was tired, electrocuted and being kissed, but something about the situation made him take a step back. He had no idea why, but something in his instincts made him do so. Eirnar decided that the sighted one was the most dangerous to the group as a whole, and decided that she could do with being weakened. The caster glared at the creature, using Evil Eye.
Eirnar glanced as Kaldwell moved towards another unpleasant demise, but there was little the smaller man could do to stop that. Instead he heeded Lokhir's call and turned with a gesture and a word towards the bath, a brilliant light flashing above the warm water, golden to the point of harshness.
Eyes glazing over, Kaldwell began to move towards the water. It seemed like a good idea - such a good idea - to join the women in the water where it would be warm, and fun. Brief flashes of his family flittered through his mind, but he shrugged them off. Did he? They were there and then they weren't, so he must have.
Kaldwell sighed. Walking in on naked people was always awkward. He was also far too old to not keep one eye on them in case this was a trap. He'd known far too many people who were just as deadly as naked as the day they were born as full equipped to do otherwise. "Apologies for the rudeness, ladies. Please be assured we have no intention of harming you if you are not a danger to us. Please feel to put some clothes on, but any attempt to attack us will be met with force."
"It doesn't look like they really understand what they're doing with these," Kaldwell added with a frown. It felt like a show of faith, literally, someone playing at the worship of evil gods.
Shuddering, Kaldwell suggested from beyond the room door, "One vial for each of us? And who wishes for the necklace?"
Managing to shake off the hideous things, Kaldwell muttered a string of oaths in a variety of languages questioning the parentage of this places creator. After a moment he muttered, "Four vials of liquid and a necklace, if they're worth retrieving."
Cursing, Kaldwell tried to get out of the horrible little things area even as e struggled to retain his lunch.
"I've seen people find things in places they think too gross for others to look. Thankfully, I have a strong stomach and one of you has access to Prestidigitation." Kaldwell moved into the room and gave it at least a quick search.
Kaldwell assumed his combat stance, double moved to engange the firery opponent, sizing him up and then attacking.
Kaldwell moved into his usual combat stance, but waited to see how aggressive both the enemies and his allies were.
Two headed? This seemed odd, but Kaldwell shrugged and peeked inside the room.
"Big doors do suggest big things," Kaldwell suggested as he moved to the southern doors. Hopefully everything in this place wasn't huge.
Kaldwell moved up behind the second monster and attacked again.
Well, this might have been easier if they'd just waited for Yattle to clear the platform, but it would have been loud. Moving closer to engage the closest enemy, Kaldwell shifted into his Kirin stance but would have to read the enemy in a momenyt.
"I think it's safe to fly up," Kaldwell said slowly. "If we can get up there safely then we should be able to do this 'kick down the door' style, if that's what would work best."
"Well, that is rather more...more...more than I was expecting," Kaldwell murmured, at a loss for words. Still, it was hard to think that such a fortress wouldn't be prepared for an aerial assault. It was effectively the only way to attack it while it was in motion, as climbing the legs would be...challenging as they moved.
As soon as the smith left Kaldwell approached the table, hoping that the lenses were exactly what they seemed. Picking them up, he looked to the others. "Perhaps we should retire somewhere else and see what happens when we put them all together?" If it was real then it should work, and if not the others would show them where the real one was.
Kaldwell eyed the smith, hoping he was on the up and up.
"Neither," Kaldwell replied, sighing a little as he reached for the coin. "We have come to pay you in gold so you can acquire the materials you need that way." He held the coin out. Hopefully the smith hadn't changed there mind.
Weathering the hit Kaldwell sighed. "We tried, at least." Kaldwell fought back.
Well, this wasn't ideal. Still, if the man was going to press the issue...Kaldwell moved forward, judging just what the knightly figure was.
Kaldwell rose, lacking any real surprise at this turn of events. Still unarmored, he got into his fighting stance anyway and prepared to fight. "I have no idea why you're here, but this is not a wise move. Stand down."
"Just the standard watch should be fine," Kaldwell suggested, "Perhaps with an Alarm spell if anyone can cast such a thing, or something else to help give us warning." Stirring his pot, the Half-Orc added, "Simply a layer of extra caution until we're sure he won't attack us as well."
"Perhaps we should prepare additional defences tonight," Kaldwell suggested as he cooked. "That Algon fellow doesn't strike me as the sort to stop, or to be above sneak theft or assassination to get what he wants."
Nodding, Kaldwell re-secured the items and hauled his Handy Haversack back onto his shoulders. "Then we shall take our leave. Good luck to you," he nodded to the knight of fables, and headed out.
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