Mus'ad, seeing Sefu finish the dazed gremlin with a distinctive crunch, gives the shifter a wan smile. He is brought back to the present by the barrage of tiny arrows flying at them both from the rafters. Mus'ad reflects idly that he must have been standing behind Sefu, as he is somehow untouched, and Sefu seems to be badly wounded.
"With them around, that luck can;t last long!" The Sha'ir mutters as he drops his clubs and lifts his crossbow from where it hangs on its carry strap. HE aims at the nearest gremlin on the rafters as the priestess glows with a golden radiance.
"SOMEbody please bless my aim!!!" He mutters fervently as he aims carefully, takes a deep breath, and gently squeezes the trigger,...
Moving behind the benches for cover sefu lets fly with his sling
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Damage
One of Nasir’s minor wounds closes up as Farasha’s burst of positive energy touches her. The wound in her gut still causes her much pain, but she feels well enough to stand and move – if required.
Bashad and Al both fire at rafter bound pugwampis. But whilst their aim is accurate, oh outrageous fortune, their slings and arrows appear to do no damage. Sefu simply misses all together.
Mus’ad’s luck is better. His arrow hitting and – based on the outraged and pained squeal – wounding one of the pugwampis.
Moving behind the benches for cover sefu lets fly with his sling
1d20+2 or 1d20+2
Damage1d4+2
Realising that they are out-numbered, the remaining Pugwampis lower their bows and scurry along the rafters, disappearing into the large, nest-like structure strung between the rafters – all but the one that Mus’ad wounded with his crossbow, which misses its footing and plunges, shrieking, to its death on the stone floor below.
Sefu looks up at the "nest" and back down to the rest of the group"Anyone else think going up there is a bad ideal?" he calls to the group below
Mus'ad and Zephyr, now at his usual post at the binder's shoulder, nod emphatically in unison.
"We could torch it, burn them out?" Mus'ad suggests with trepidation. "I don't want to burn down the entire place though."
It might also be possible to dislodge this nest by cutting the strands . With a bit of rope , we might lash the two spears together thus giving us enough reach but we should be ready for them to counterattack
Farasha nods to Bashad
"I believe you have the right of it. Let us try your suggestion."
Mus'ad nods his agreement, looking relieved not to risk burning the place down with him still in it!
"Keep a sharp eye open Zephyr." He instructs his Gen as he reloads his crossbow and covers the others as they move to try Bashad's suggestion.
Zephyr once again performs his mid-air bow. "Of course master! None shall escape the vigilance of Zephyr! I defy any creature to sneak up on you while I stand watch!" The tiny blue skinned man replies emphatically.
Al nods his assent to the plan, a hand fingering the wound in his neck. 'Maybe the fall will kill them. Its a good idea.'
The walls are made of stone, but the rafters, the choir loft and the roof are timber.
There are two sections of ‘nest’, adjacent to each other, strung between rafters. The nests are composed of interwoven tapestries, sackcloths, sheets, blankets, rugs, clothes and bits of loose cloth. Similar materials have been used to construct ‘walls’ at various points around the edge of the nests. The whole thing looks very flammable (but then, as Mus’ad cautioned, the rafters and roof probably are too).
Looking up from below, you can see that the slightly larger, southern portion of the nest appears to be tied off to the rafters around it at nine different points (with ropes woven into the material, or bits of cloth looped around the rafters several times and tied off). The northern portion of the nest appears to have ten anchor points on the surrounding rafters. Of course, it may not be necessary to sever every anchor point in order to get the portion of nest to collapse or spill out its contents.
The rafters (and therefore the points the nests are anchored to) are twenty feet above the floor below. Someone balancing on the back of one of the marble benches below could gain about five feet.
The ropes and bits of cloth tying the nests to the rafters look quite thick, in many cases twisting about several times to give them strength – cutting through them or untying them will likely take some time and effort, and the right tools.
Bashad will then prepare the spears lashing them together and take position . If no one interferes he attacks the first anchor.
Sefu will stand by with his sling, ready to attack any of the creatures he sees
Mus'ad covers with his crossbow.
"One of us could climb up after them, cut the nest down from the rafters. But they could probably attack us too easily while we tried,..." He murmurs.
Nasir takes the opportunity to down a potion of CLW.
1d8+1
Sefu waits, sling in hand
Nasir takes the opportunity to down a potion of CLW.
1d8+1
1d8+5
Farasha notices Nasir getting her potion out, and, waving the dancer's hand away, heals her with the goddesses magic.
Otherwise I thought the rafters were only 20 ft up. Since I 'm medium size, I should be able to just reach them with the spears . If not I'll just climb on one of the debris on the floor
Bashad begins lashing two spears together, before climbing atop one of the marble benches to try to reach the hanging structure above with his precarious make-shift weapon. Perhaps it is the proximity of the pugwampis, but it seems to take him a long time to tie the knots – the spears keep slipping, or the rope becomes tangled. Meanwhile, up above, their come faint chitters and growls from the hanging structure, and you can see from occasional depressions and movement of the fabric that creatures are moving about within it.
Mus'ad licks his lips nervously as he covers the makeshift structure with his crossbow. He glances at the rest of the group and the nearly silent preparations, and tightens his grip when Bashad starts to actually climb and begin his attack on the gremlins hideout,...
Al waits quietly as Bashad begins his work, cleaning away the blood from his neck wound with a small rag, and then taking up his sling once more.
Mus'ad watches nervously. Zephyr holds his breath so hard that his tiny breeze actually stops for a moment, and the tiny blue man almost falls before catching himself again.