Theodorick brings around his mace again trying score another hit on the Orog - Attack: 25 Damage: 12 and the crunching of bone can be heard as he makes a solid hit to the head and the Orog falls to the ground dead.
Is my poison arrow still viable at this point? Just want to be sure I'm not feeling bad for not using it this fight.
Spiv warily peeks inside after hearing the crack of bone. "O-oh! You guys did it! Well done. Well done indeed." Spiv saunters in to join the others around the body, and then nudges corpse with a foot. "Yup. Good and dead. Kind of wish he'd been a bit more eager to talk, but can one say?" He looks back and forth between the group and the body. "Well, waste not, want not. Think any of you can make use of his armor at least?"
While the group deliberates Spiv retrieves what arrows he can, as well as check over Orog's body for anything smaller of use.
"Bah! I'm sure with a little elbow grease and time it could be refitted."Spiv looks around. "If we were some place normal of course. Hmm. A conundrum. Well, here's hope our next encounter will be a bit more fruitful in certain departments. Speaking of fruitful."The deep gnome squints and even pokes and prods some of the injured a few times. "You guys could probably use breather. Maybe get patched up a bit? I don't got much more in the ways of bandages, but now's good a time as any. I'll keep watch on that northern room."As if to prove a point he closes the door, but settles back a way to be ready to fire at a moment's notice.
I think it was Theo and Nez that took pretty hefty hits in that last fight. So, short rest I assume?
Just waiting on anyone else that needs to roll dice to do so. But if its not necessary, Spiv will suggest towards the end of the short rest that the group head to the door the Orog was guarding... After he takes a closer peek at it to make sure it isn't booby trapped.
Its just one door to check, unless you wish to go through the archway to north of the room to find more Winenose?
"Not quite the turn of phrase I'm used to, but I suppose it makes sense."Spiv smirks at Syljeon. He stays at least 20 to 30ft behind Syl as the man checked things over, shortbow at the ready for any signs of trouble. As he does, his attention is pulled on towards the archway. No mattre how much he tried to shake it, something was off about it to the svirfniblin. He stays the course all the same, but asks, "How much does anyone want to bet that archway is some kind of guillotine again?"