Mr. Pitch is more restrained but no less joyful in his reunion.
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And Mr. Pitch flies after Mheenah.
Mr. Pitch watches and waits, almost ready for the moment he should join the battle...
Mr. Pitch continues to watch, readying himself to plunge into battle when he's most needed.
Mr. Pitch flies into the hallway far enough to see the battle, but does not join for now, merely watching.
Mr. Pitch darts in to heal Lorelei.
Mr. Pitch backs off to a safe distance and channels to heal Lorelei.
Mr. Pitch also continues to attack, though he finds no reason to voice a rebuttal to such a patently ridiculous statement.
Mr Pitch dives in and pecks at the naga's eyes.
Mr. Pitch continues circling, noting the patterns to the way the naga moves and attacks, readying himself to join the melee.
Mr. Pitch continues to stay out of the conflict, watching the naga...
Mr. Pitch flies a wide arc over the water, keeping an eye on the proceedings both to search for the naga's weak points and to keep an eye out for other dangers.
Far more wary than the ferret, Mr. Pitch examines the 'hermit' carefully to make certain he is who he claims to be.
"Beware! I hear the tromping of feet!"
"I'll keep watch," Mr. Pitch says shortly, wary of the dark, wet chamber.
"It would make little sense for them to capture our masters merely to feed them to a beast. No, they will still be trying to convert them to their cause," Mr. Pitch opines. He waits until Spirit is casting his spell, then swiftly darts through the cavern to the other side.
"Well, unfortunately I don't have anything prepared today to help with venom. Given how large this lair is proving, we... may not be capable of clearing it all out in a day," the raven states, obviously unhappy with this conclusion.
Mr. Pitch darts down to heal Lorelei.
Mr. Pitch remains out of the combat for now, waiting for an opportunity to dart in and attack or use a spell.
"It would appear that the undead is capable of causing supernatural fear. And yet it is not capable of giving chase. An odd combination," Mr. Pitch comments. "If we wish to attempt another assualt I do have some stores of positive energy left, but I was hoping to save them for healing."
Mr. Pitch, not wanting to stay here alone, follows after the others.
Mr. Pitch eyes the 'corpse' suspiciously.
Mr. Pitch hangs back for a moment, waiting for the creature to be distracted.
"Beware! It is resistant to non-magical attacks!" Mr. Pitch cries out as he spots the creature. "However, as an undead, it should be vulnerable to positive energy." In demonstration, the raven flies high above the foe and channels.
"Undead people can hurt, however," Mr. Pitch replies to Mheenah as he flies in and casts a wary eye around.
Mr. Pitch patches up Lorelei a bit more.
"Well make sure Spirit doesn't..."
Mr. Pitch channels to heal his allies' wounds.
"Were these guards, or is this their lair? Either way we should be cautious as we advance."
Mr. Pitch does his best to help finish off the last enemy.
Mr. Pitch likewise keeps up his avian assault.
Mr. Pitch, having watched these troglodytes for long enough to get their measure, darts in and pecks at the most wounded one!
Mr. Pitch darts up to Lorelei and heals her with a brush of his wing.
Mr. Pitch flies into the room and starts watching one of the troglodytes, waiting for an opening.
Mr. Pitch hangs back, not thinking two troglodytes are worth a spell and not thinking his talons would make much of a difference in the fight.
Mr. Pitch catches up with Spirit. "Settle down, Spirit! We need to stick together and not make so much noise. Come on." The raven sets after Mheenah, Spirit following.
Mr. Pitch hurriedly looks around before Spirit goes running off again. "Slow down, you impulsive ferret!" the raven calls as he chases after him. "We don't have to open every door, just the ones that seem likely to lead to our masters!"
Mr. Pitch taps the magic necklace with his beak. "This necklace is enchanted. It would keep you from breathing in poisons and even help you breath underwater." He considers the group. "Perhaps Lorelei should wear it, as the only one that can't fly or walk on the ceiling?" He looks around the kitchen area for anything of value.
Mr. Pitch casts detect magic on the loot from the harpy's nest. He doesn't seem impressed by Mheenah's actions. "Perhaps while they eat we should look elsewhere, given we have scarcely eliminated all other possible routes?"
Mr. Pitch quietly flies up behind Lorelei and heals the wolf with a swift tap of a talon.
Mr. Pitch tries to remember if there's anything about harpies other than their singing. Not wanting to dive in there with his weak beak and talons (and fragile body), he stays back, waiting to see if there's need for his magic.
"We'd best assume we are being drawn towards a dangerous and hostile creature," Mr. Pitch says, flying behind Lorelei. "Perhaps you can restrain our ferret friend before he comes to harm?"
Mr. Pitch flies a little behind the rest of the group. "Or they are preparing an ambush," he warns warily, keeping a careful eye out.
"Not to bother your consciences, but do remember that these may well be poor villagers whose minds have been clouded by the naga," Mr. Pitch says as he watches the carnage.
Mr. Pitch hangs back for now, not wanting to involve himself in this scuffle unless someone needs healing.
Mr. Pitch is, of course, much more level-headed, instead keeping an aerial eye on the party's course, watching for trouble. He is the first to see the troglodytes and warn the rest of the group.
Okay I *think* he's ready now!
I haven't finished yet. I'm going to be traveling this week so my time may be a bit limited. |