"Let it come at me!" Veryl growls through the pain.
He does however take a more defensive stance as he retains his flank.
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Veryl takes a breath, shoving aside thoughts of his old mentor yelling at him for being unfocused. Perhaps he is thinking about it too hard. He lets the pain of the clawed strikes sink in, trying to turn the agony into energy, impetus with which to keep fighting.
. Veryl grimaces in pain but, stoically, does not cry out. Instead, he redoubles his efforts to wound the creature.
Remembering earlier discussions about what might be more effective on fiends, Veryl switches to his cold iron sword as he steps near the barghest and swings down with both hands.
Veryl steps into the room, sword at the ready in case something appears.
Who is Alaznist?" mutters Veryl to Merwyn and Horatio.
Veryl nods, and hefts Nualia up over his shoulder and heads for the stairs.
While Veryl holds his blade Nualia's throat, ready to finish the job if prompted.
Veryl stands close to Nualia, blade still out, ready to cut her down if even in her bound state she tries to do anything.
Veryl grabs the rope and begins tying up Nualia, starting with the hands, then feet. Once Merwyn dismisses the grease he will gag her as well.
Veryle pokes his sword through the blackness where he believes Nualia's chest to be. When he reaches something solid he suspects he's found it. Knowing he may regret this later, he jabs the tip of his sword into Nualia's chest, away from the strange undulating black mass Merwyn has summoned around the woman's head.
Veryl thinks it's odd that she hasn't said anything even after coming out of the shock of Merwyn's first spell. For someone who has been described to them as essentially charismatic and arrogant, he thinks it's strange she has done nothing to harm them or try to convince them of the error of their ways. Knowing he may regret this later, he jabs the tip of his sword into Nualia's chest, away from the strange undulating black mass Merwyn has summoned around the woman's head. "Speak, woman! Where are the results of your schemes?" He raises his blade as if to swing it down on Nualia, but holds off at the last minute.
With a grim smile, Veryl swings his sword down upon the hopefully now-prone Nualia.
It somehow feels too easy, but drawing his sword, Veryl moves in front of Nualia, carefulto avoid Horatio's goo, and brings his sword down on the seemingly distracted woman.
While Kalig works, Veryl opens the north door () and asks Miro to open the south ().
Veryl nods and continues to chase the woman, with one of his throwing axes in hand. If he gets within range of the woman he will throw one of his axes as soon as he sees her.
Once Breaca reacts however she reacts, Veryl runs up to the gate, scowling at it and the party's luck. He remains his ever-present air of calm, however, and first looks the portcullis up and down, analyzing its construction or any weaknesses it may have. If this reveals no obvious way to re-open the portcullis quickly, bearing his analysis in mind, he begins to try to lift the gate (or otherwise manipulate it or its bars to allow them passage through), asking the party for help.
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