Talacyst breathes somewhat easier as he sees more allies approach out of the gloom, but the fight isn't over yet. Returning to the back of the group, he fires another arrow at the approaching horrors.
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Talacyst's eyes squint in the gloom at the still-approaching hordes of creatures. With time growing short, he produces a flask from his belt and throws it at the nearest cluster of foes.
Glad to see we have reinforcements! Welcome!
[ooc]Going to Listen/Spot to make sure we're not going to get attacked from behind... there's enough of these guys already.
Talacyst nods as he sees Blackleaf's massive axe cleave through one of the horrors. Realizing the battle is still raging, he scoops up his longbow and moves a safe distance away from the combatants.
Fearing the problems that two more creatures would cause for him and his companions, Talacyst swiftly produces several components from his pouches. With a swift gesture and a series of syllables, he invokes a spell to give the already powerful Blackleaf increased size and strength.
Talacyst takes a brief moment to adjust to the low lighting before swinging into action.
Talacyst takes a moment to leaf through a few books and to examine the unusual skeletons before the group moves on.
Talacyst stays close to Vraelyn, who has more than proven herself in the recent battles. He keeps his bow drawn, keeping near the back of the group.
Talacyst warily eyes the creature, cursing their luck at finding another one of the resilient things. He peers ahead, trying to identify the skeleton-like thing it was carrying...
Talacyst nods. "You are indeed wise in exploration, Vraelyn. Let us backtrack before spending time here."
Talacyst straightens from the bodies quickly, shaking his head because he is unwilling to risk opening his mouth.
Talacyst's eyes narrow in frustration - or was it anger? He is unaccustomed to these strong emotions, and is unable to calm himself enough to aim properly.
Growing frustrated at the creature's persistence, Talacyst fires once more at the unnatural thing. The enclosed fighting conditions aren't helping him draw a bead, and he fires as best he can, hoping for the best.
Talacyst makes a foul face at the recent run of bad luck. Offering a silent prayer to Irori as he adjusts for a better position, he asks that he will learn from these mistakes. With that he steels himself and fires another arrow.
Frustrated after losing control of one of his precious spells, Talacyst decides to avoid risks and instead fires an arrow at one of the creatures .
The unnatural presence and screams of the creature badly disrupt Talacyst, though he struggles to maintain both his bodily health and his concentration.
Talacyst sees the thing dropping out of the shadows, but he too is so startled by its sudden appearance that he hesitates for a crucial moment. Regaining himself, gets ready to help in any way he can.
Talacyst takes care to follow the other, more combat-oriented adventurers into the room. He leans against the doorframe just inside the chamber, bow in hands, trying to keep quiet.
Talacyst looks at the door, then nods to Talam. "This will be your area of expertise, I think."
Talacyst sends out his arcane senses, looking for signs of magic but comes up with an empty feeling from the room. Talacyst releases his focus, and, steadying himself on the wall, says, "There's no magical traps here, at least. And the statue isn't magical either." The wizard looks to his party, silently asking which way they should go.
Talacyst notes the ornate statue, and after considering it for several moments decides to err on the side of caution. He works a simple spell to sense magical activities in the area...
Talacyst peers into the dark passage ahead of him, saying, "Should we seize the moment and continue this way, then?"
Talacyst looks over the body and thinks he has an idea what this thing is but he is not 100% sure. The creature he thinks is call a Sinspawn, a magically created creature.... As the group moves along, Talacyst says softly, "That creature... I believe it was a Sinspawn. I've read that they are created by magical rituals... We should be careful. There might well be more where that one came from."
The mage takes a squint at the little body, examining it closely.
The mage considers the bizarre creature before him, and decides to wait before casting any spells. He instead looses an arrow at the thing.
Upon hearing is comrades words blackleaf tosses the torch backward "someone hold this" he says as he switches his ax to a battle stance and makes his way down the tunnel Somewhat awkwardly, Talacyst returns the bow to his back and lifts the torch.
Talacyst sees his companions preparing themselves, and he heeds Etienne's words. In one hand he holds his longbow, while the other hand rests lightly on the numerous pouches at his side.
Talacyst thinks of his own weakened body, and can understand why someone might try to use any means necessary to recover their bodies. He keeps quiet however, seeing how much the topic upset Etienne. "I'm afraid I don't know anything of these areas... can any of us find the way around the surrounding areas?"
Talacyst remains silent for a minute more, his mind racing over these new names and phrases.
Talacyst seems torn between examining the new letter and Tsuto, but after seeing the man's bloody state he moves to squint at Talam's letter.
Straightening, Talacyst says softly, "There's a woman in there, and it sounds like she's struggling against something." He gives Coppertop a sideways glance, wondering what the young man will do.
Talacyst frowns as he crouches a short ways away from the door, listening intently.
Talacyst continues his advance, doing his best to get into a position from which he can take a shot.
I think we could make good babies and start our own tribe. I'm a good singer and make powerful magic to protect our tribe...
Caught up in the moment, Talacyst doesn't notice the conversation behind him. As he descends the stairs behind Blackleaf, he slows somewhat, his poor lungs finally catching up to him.
Talacyst looks between the two doors, seeming somewhat torn as to where he should go. After a short moment, he tightens his grip on his bow and...
Talacyst pauses once he's a safe distance away and fires off a quick shot.
Talacyst nods at Etienne's words. "Quite right - I've got something that might throw off a few of them..." He takes a few steps towards the door and, producing a few choice items from his pouches, prepares to send a wash of colorful energy at the first goblin to show it's nasty face.
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