Sistri looks at Stallock's body with a mix of shock and disbelief.  "The drow poison must be truly potent. It appears he's dead!"

"Oh, no!" Irmiel was genuinely crestfallen. "Dead?!" She dropped to her knees by the body checking for puls. "Damn murderers!" She looked toward the way of retreating drow then turned her gaze at Llwyd. "Can you do something about it? Nature magic can be very powerful." That sounded more like a (very) hopeful question rather than a statement.

Even if they did not know Stallock all that well and he was a paied guide rather than a close friend, they fought together, laughed together, and went through enough hardship together to count him as part of the group. Now everything of it was taken away by the bandits in the bushes!

"Wait, if this is poison, can they carry with them an antidot?" Irmiel stood up and run to a drow body that was not incinirated by her, unceremoniously going through drow's belongings in search of a potential antidot.

Investigation: 16 Perception: 21

Irmiel drops on her knees next to the body, placing hand on his chest and looking to his neck, as she'd seen others do, for the telltale sign of a pulse. She she crunches in the brush next to him, she puts a bit of weight on a branch which is stuck under his body and his body gets jostled a bit. The body emits a groan...and then his eyes flutter open just a bit.  He looks very pale, for certain his body could have been dead...but....it seems he is not.  Glancing around he groans, "Did you guys get them?"

His fangs clacked as his bite barely grazed the enemy armor. Before Llwyd could thing about his next move the drow started retreating. Almost immediately his instincts told him he could not simply let that happen. If they were running that meant they had a base, a camp at the very least, and that meant they could have reinforcements. How many was anyone’s guess, the possibility of they being to many for the group to handle was more than enough to made him give chase.

He ran as fast as he could, passing by a Sistri that spoke him about something. Stallock had fallen, but did not smell dead, so he continued. He dashed, and even then the runaways stood beyond his reach. If only they could understand me now, he thought almost frustrated.

“Chase them!” He shouted in what should have echoed through the forest as a loud bark. Normally the druid would be more careful about announcing his presence, but after the recent battle, whatever was close by and could have noticed their excursion had already done so. It was more important to caught his friends attention. To have them come and finish the fight, lest a new ambush found them. One with more enemies, one they would not be able to escape.

Notes: Llwyd chase the Drow, using his action to Dash (100ft movement)

Sistri looks truly shocked as Stallock speaks. "I thought you were dead!" she exclaims. Taking a moment to realize his question she then adds, "We got several. Three fled."

It's then that she notices the loud bark and the fact that Llwyd in animal form was still after the drow.  "Perhaps we should keep after Llwyd?"  she says to Irmiel who is near at hand. As evidently Stallock is fine,  she will  start to run after Llwyd.

Kris stares wide-eyed at Stallock.  "Stallock, are you faking your own death?  That's brilliant!  Of course that would draw attention away from you since you were injured, preserving your chances to regain combat advantage via ambush!  I'll have to remember that one!"  Kris kneels and helps Stallock sit up.  "And injured you certainly are.  Do you have any healing prayers, Sistri?"  She looks off into the woods were Llwyd took off.  "Come back!  Let's stick together!" 

"You are alive!" Breathed out Irmiel with relief. "I thought we lost you!" Echoed she Sistri, who got hold of the situation faster and filled the guide in on the happenings. Irmiel stood up, brushing off the leaves and trying to think fast. Llwyd could take care of himself - especially in his current form and leaving obviously sick Stallock here alone looked like a bad idea... But if Kris and Sistri could treat the guide's wounds, she could help the druid.

"I'll go after Llwyd." She ran in the same direction but first sent Osrik ahead. If anyone could spot drow in the forest, it had to be him.

Sistri hesitates, giving Llwyd even more of a lead. She seems uncertain about leaving Irmiel to go off on her own, but she does have a point that she would be better at tending to any injuries.  Well, except for her earlier death pronouncement! "I suppose so. Irmiel, you'd better be safe. Don't get too far away either."  She then reluctantly turns back to Stallock. 

"Ok, how are you doing? Are you injured much beyond the poision?"  She realizes then that she is wounded a bit herself from the several blows that she took.  But that could wait. 

Stallock gets up.  He seems to have taken a minor wound from the crossbow bolt. But whatever coated his has made him a little woozy and he looks both pale and green at the same time. Though he pushes Sistri back, "Do not worry over me, I will be fine. Do not let them run off alone, if we get separated it can be very easy to be lost.....and that would be bad"  After a deep breath, he seems to try and calm his shaking, and then begins jogging after Llwyd,  Sistri, and Irmiel.  He gives Sistri a bit of a shove, and looks to Kris, "Come, being separated will be worse than me feeling a bit bad.."

Llwyd meanwhile follows his nose. The scent of the Drow is heavy to his nose as he rushes ahead of his allies through the woods.  He comes bounding out of a patch of bush into a clearing where he finds two of the drow have converged.  Glancing around he sees there is a rocky cliff face nearby. A huge chunk of what appears to be a tower seems to have landed here, and where it struck the cliff face looks like it has broken open. A deep, fairly new looking scar opens into the dark of a underground passage beyond.  The two drow rush inside, still over three dozen feet from the wolf.  Another of the drow pushes from the bushes nearby.  He glances at the wolf, then at the crack in the ground, judging his ability to beat the huge animal there. 

Llwyd?  Plan?  Rush and attack, try to just block him from escaping, or watch and let him go...or something else?  The sound of your allies rushing through the wood behind you is loud, but they'll be a few seconds still.  A tiny cute owl comes shrieking out of the woods overhead, doing a half-circle of the clearing. 

As his eyes found the gash on the earth his mind drifted towards the inverted walls they found on the start of their journey. A way for the Underdark, he knew instinctively and that was worse than anything he considered when first giving chase to the drow. It meant there was a pathway to an entire city and if said city was not close then the group of underelfs was more likely than not part of a much larger expedition. If they escape a next attack, a next ambush, was practically guaranteed. I have to stop them, Llwyd thought as two entered the underground.

To the best of his abilities, the druid estimated the runaway trio was around three dozen feet away before entering the passage, that meant that with his form speed he could reach any of them if he dashed. He could stand between them and their way. The problem was what to do after. Attack one of them? Wouldn’t that distract him from the others? They had numbers on their side for at least some seconds, time in which they were likely to flank him. I have to make myself harder to hit, he decided jumping into action.

Swift like the wind the dire wolf ran towards the slit, positioning himself between the drow and their objective while trying his best to avoid their blades. In front of them Llwyd stopped and instead of baring his fangs raised his snout and howled as loud as possible. It was not a warning to the enemies, but a call for his friends. That made he continued to center his attention into avoiding any attacks towards himself.

Notes: Edit made with DM approval. I have misunderstood the distances. Llwyd taes the dash action and get in front of the two drow who entered underground.

Sistri acknowledged Stallock's comment with a nod.  "Alright, let's go," she says. She takes a moment to heal herself a little (10 hp from  Lay on Hands Pool). She was still injured, but that should help.  Then she heads off quickly to track down Llwyd.

Why on earth Osrik in his most silent form suddenly decided to fly screeching - was anyone´s guess, but Irmiel commanded him to stop doing it. The picture that little spirit translated was equally questionable. 

¨Two drow dived underground already and Llwyd is trying to intercept the last one for some reason,¨ explaining she to others while they were tramping through the underbrush. ¨We can find him attacked from both sides and gods know by how many drow!¨ 

Nevertheless, she continued movement. 

Sistri, Irmiel, and Kris come rushing out of the thick forest into the clearing before the scar into the earth, just in time to see a drow slip into the crack. There is no sign of Llwyd the wolf, but Irmiel's owl reports that the wolf charged into the gap.  A moment later they hear a gnashing growls and barks of the large dire wolf come from within the cave. 

Llwyd, the two drow come to a sudden halt as you charge past them, and spin about to block their way.  But, the drow move through the underdark caves with ease. One rushes past Llwyd, ducking and dodging and staying just past the wolfs fangs (disengage action, move past), while the other explodes into a cloud of mist, and reappears far from Llwyd, and then rushes into the darkness. The last drow comes rushing up to the scene, pulling out his hand crossbow.  

Everyone? 

Hearing the howling, Sistri continues charging into the cave where the sound is coming from. "Come on! We've got to make sure Llwyd is alright!"  Longsword in hand, she prepares to meet whatever drow might be inside. 

"Why did he go in there?!" The question was rhetorical, of course. Turned out, that a seemingly level-headed druid had suicidal tendencies and was about to take the group with him.

Well, one enemy was still on the open at least (?). If that was the case, Irmiel's reaction was to attack: Magic Missile 2nd Level for 2 + 4 + 4 + 5

Irmiel and Sistri rush towards the cave, with Kris just behind them.  The drow had slipped into the cave too quickly for Irmiel to get her spell off, but as her eyes adjust to the darkness she spots his back just ahead in the caves.  Magic darts burst from her fingers, flying between the narrow rock walls and slamming into the back of the drow who drops with a thud on the ground.

Llwyd meanwhile, hackles raised, looks back at the drow that had approached from behind in time to see the elf yell in pain and then topple forward, glowing balls of magic slamming into his back.  

There is one drow, just 25 feet from Llwyd down the hallway, and another than may have gotten quite far into the caves using magic.  (misty step + double move == 80 feet ahead of Llwyd)

Llwyd, Kris, Sistri, actions? 

His first reaction to seeing the closest foe disappear was to question himself, and even Silvanus, why everyone he tries to stop running can teleport. At least I have some idea about what to do if we ever need someone to teleport us, he thought almost bitterly while trying to measure the distance between himself and the dark elf. Well within reach if he once again dashed.

He took the air with his form keen nose and moved its perceptive ears, trying to notice through its best senses the presence of any other enemy. After all, his entire reason for pursuing the runaways was the possibility that they would return to a larger group of allies. It was rather disappointing for him that none of the girls seemed to notice this danger. They should know enough tales of the drow to follow the trio, even a druid of a secluded circle like himself did. A thought for later, Llwyd said to himself as an attack hit the man behind his position. Finally, he recognized the sign of his companions catching up.

The satyr wanted to strike, bite and tear the enemy, but that was emotion. The priority was in the chase. In the time the escapee, with magic, covered eight feet, the dire wolf covered a hundred and with nothing but the strength of his limbs.

Notes: Llwyd uses his actions to dash (100ft speed) and pass the drow without entering his melee range, stopping 20ft in front of the dark elf.

Sistri will continue moving towards Llwyd.  She grabs a javeling and hurls it towards the drow that is just beyond the wolf.  
(Javelin Attack: 22 Damage: 8)
(If not within 30 ft, roll for Disadvantage: 14)

Sistri rushes forward, hurling a javelin which slams into the drow's leg.  He screeches in pain at the shaft skewers the meaty part of his thigh. 

Kris runs behind Sistri and Irmiel, noting with admiration how fast they can run.  Her heart pounding, she enters the dark cave.  Drawing her bow, she speaks a word of power and the weapon sparks and begins to glow with a magical light.