Mithven keeps watch as the others inspect the contents of the room.
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"I am ready, if everyone is feeling up to moving ahead."
"It might be best if we get Rab back to town to rest up. He can't continue, and we can't leave him here."
Mithven staggers back, unable to see through the colors burning behind his eyes.
Mithven holds his dagger up, waiting for the beetle to approach. stats and actions: Ready action: attack if beetle moves adjacent HP=4/7
Without time to admire the bravery of the halfling, Mithven steps over the prone form of his companion, knowing that although he's not in the best shape to stand in the front line, the scorpion could easily finish off his friend, if he's not already dead. "Gruul, can you pull him out?" he shouts over his shoulder, even as he lunges at one of the overgrown vermin with his dagger, wincing as the strike just deflects off the chitinous carapace. stats and actions: move: 5 foot step into Rab's square attack on the wounded scorpion if still alive, blue if the wounded one went down:
HP=4/7
Do you still want that light spell, Rab? Lacking for a better course of action, Mithven draws a dagger and looks to the rogue, hoping he has an idea. stats and actions:
HP=4/7
Rab, Nostrus:
Seeing Samduc injured and the ineffectiveness of his first spell, Mithven tries another in his repertoire to try to disrupt the number of attacts targeting the halfing. Stats and Actions:
HP=4/7
Mithven moves up even with Rab and a rainbow of colors bursts from his hands into the room beyond, targeting as many of the vermin as possible. crunch:
Mithven moves up behind Rab, looks at the door, and nods his readiness, checking over his shoulder to see if Gruul is moving up as well.
Mithven retrieves his dagger and rejoins the others. "which way, then?"
I'm still here, should be all of us
Unwilling to risk throwing another dagger in the directioin of the halfling, Mithven looks for other threats, trusting Samduc and the others to finish off the last mite. At Samduc's direction, he attempts to move to flank the mite, but slips and falls on its dead companion. Actions:
Stats:
HP=4/7 AC: 13 ff: 10 tch: 13 Fort +2 Will +3 Ref +3 CMD=12 Edit: Samduc and I posted at the same time.
Mithven steps back and to his right, clearing the way for the others to pass by. As he does, he mutters and gestures, pointing his finger at the mite who struck him, and smiles as the offending creature suddenly finds his footing slippery. See how well this works... Actions:
Stats: HP=4/7 AC: 13 ff: 10 tch: 13 Fort +2 Will +3 Ref +3 CMD=12
Mithven ducks and draws a dagger.
Assuming he spots one, he'll hurl the dagger at it. He won't cast anything without knowing he can get a good number of them within the AoE.
Mithven will follow Rabzolga, letting Gruul take the rear.
"It's decided then. May fortune favor us in our journey."
"Do you know anything of the cultists themselves? Has anyone seen one?" Mithven pauses to drink more of the water. "Do they have a common manner of dress, or does anything else set them apart from the locals?"
Locust Lord sounds like a demon of some sort Knowledge: Planes Mithven drops his voice in response "Who is this Locust Lord? When did the cult come here?"
The Half-Elf chuckles at that, "Lead on, then." His friendly demeanor belies his discomfort in the desert surroundings in general. Perception: To get a better feel for the surroundings. How busy the area is, etc.
Mithven glances over at the Dwarf. "Come now, he can't be that bad. He's only half Human, after all.."
Mithven regards the other three individuals carefully. A time of need, and four strangers meet at a crossroads. Mother might call it fate. I'm not sure I agree, but..."I can't see why I should pass up a drink, especially not if it can get us out of this sun." No harm in at least chatting. One friendly face in this environment would be a welcome thing. The Half-Elf squints against the light, trying to figure out which building the Dwarf and Halfling are referring to, and starts walking in the general direction of their gazes.
"Knight errant?" A half elf, armed only with a dagger, detaches himself from a nearby wall with the easy grace of his race. "It's not often that I have the fortune to meet a halfling, much less one skilled at arms. Although I've found that, in general, those who dismiss an unusual sight, usually do so at their own peril." Though the corner of his mouth is twitched up with a hint of amusement, there's no malice hiding behind his eyes as he offers his hand. "Mithven Droverson. Student of the arcane and novice bowman." He holds his empty hands palms up. "Although I seem to lack for one, at the moment. I agree, it would seem that someone may have to do something about the current state of affairs."
Half-Elf Arcane Sorcerer. Still need to work up a familiar, but the majority of crunch and background is there. |