I think I've 'ad aboot enough o' ye tellin' me what I cannae do, says Thulgrim gruffly as he replaces the mace and draws both his handaxes. Whether ye like it or nae, yer fired! And with the aid of his magic boots Thulgrim leaps over the green-flame forge and swings at the monster.

Action: Handaxe: Attack: 23 Damage: 7
Bonus: Handaxe: Attack: 16 Damage: 2

"Fools!" the voice booms. "Your treachery ends here!"

Initiative:

Round 1 Order:
Players <=====
Spectator

Placement:
All combatants are within movement range of one another.

Tracking:
Roland is wounded.
Finna is lightly wounded.
Nemean is lightly wounded.

OOC: Thulgrim's actions for Round 1 have been posted. I will resolve those once Finna, Nemean, and Roland have posted theirs.

Well, creature was asking for it, and so did they for their inability to get through to it. Finna raised her crossbow and shot: Attack: 11 Damage: 7

OOC: also Natural Recovery for one 2nd lvl spell-slot

Nemean bolts forward, in a flash he takes both blades of his scimitars and goes to plunge them into the beast, he lets out a loud his with each strike. 

Scimitar Attack 1: 18 Damage: 5

Scimitar Attack 2: 25 Damage: 9

Roland follows suit, drawing his rapier and short sword. He stabs at the thing. "Somehow I knew it would come to this."

Attack: 22 Damage: 11

Bonus Attack: 20 Damage: 5

Sneak Attack: 7

OOC: Natural recovery must be used during a short rest, so Finna isn't able to use that quite yet.

DM Screen:

Thulgrim CON Save: 17
Roland CON Save: 22

The multi-colored glow of the creature's eyes return but it can do no more than blink before Thulgrim has leapt over the brazier's green flame and hammered both axes into the creature's hide. It attempts to float backward but is anchored by the axes, and it finds itself defenseless against the fast-arriving Nemean and Roland. Wounds opening all around it, it finally frees itself and ascends 15 feet into the air, avoiding Finna's incoming missile, its head cresting the room's ceiling. Blood pours from the wound left by Roland.

At the same time, a beam emanates from a yellow eyestalk, striking Thulgrim in the chest, and a red beam fires from the creature's large eye, blasting into Roland's shoulder. The beams impact with enough force to push Thulgrim back a few inches and spin Roland to the side, but neither seems to have had much effect.

The glow from the creature's eyes flickers. The voice speaks to you telepathically once more, weaker this time. "Nothing...will interrupt..."

Round 2 Order:
Players <=====
Spectator

Placement:
The spectator is floating 15 feet above the party.

Tracking:
The spectator is badly wounded.

Roland is wounded.
Finna is lightly wounded.
Nemean is lightly wounded.

Finna has fired 1 bolt.

His hands moving with expert precision,  Nemean lets his scimitars fall to the ground and equips his longbow. With the next motion his hand reaches for an arrow from his quiver, he quickly takes aim, and fires at the spectator. 

Action Surge Attack: 24 Damage: 5

Roland jabs at the creature, testing it's defenses with calculated blows like a fencer. He moves so that he is close to Thulgrim, hoping to use the dwarf's attack as a distraction for his own, despite the creature's obvious ocular capability.

Attack: 22 Damage: 9

Bonus Attack: 21 Damage: 1

Sneak Attack: 7

OOC: I meant it was supposed to be used last time we rested - and forgotten. But as you say, of course.

Another shot: Attack: 8 Damage: 8

Thulgrim again leaps unnaturally high to hack at the floating eye-monster with two handaxes, as he yells: By Clanggedin, begone with ye!

Action: Handaxe: Attack: 16 Damage: 10
Bonus: Handaxe: Attack: 9 Damage: 6

OOC: The creature is 15 feet in the air, so Roland is not able to reach it for a melee attack.

A roar of anguish fills your minds as Nemean expertly fires an arrow directly into an eyestalk, stopping the next beam before it can emerge.

"...my..."

Finna plants her next shot into the main eyeball. The creature flails, slamming itself against the ceiling and a wall.

"...duty..."

The creature dies, fulfilling its duty to the last. As it falls, Thulgrim leaps ten feet into the air, slamming both axes into its hide and dropping it to the ground for good.

OOC: Each character has received 175 XP for defeating the spectator!

Ye served long and well, but yer time is done, says Thulgrim to the dead monster as he wipes his axe blades. Then crossing back over to the table, he picks up the mace and breastplate again, looks at them long and hard and then turns back to the others. I'll 'ave to check with Nundro first, but I ken he'll agree. If ye can make use o' these I'd like ye to 'ave em, as gratitude fer 'elping to clear th' mine. In addition to yer promised share o' th' other treasure, o' course.

"A pity," with genuine regret commented Finna, "but duty without brain usually end up like this." "I guess it makes mine all clear and ready to operate? Provided, you deal with the fungus. I'd recommend careful burning, though, try not to breath the smoke."

"Oh, and thank you," Finna did not reject a generous offer, "if this thing is truly working - would not mind to add some fire to my scimitar. Not that there is anything wrong with it, but magic does help in some fights."

Nemean walks up to the forge and examines it... after a few moments of losing himself staring into the green flames, he reaches out with his scimitar and places the blade over the fires of the Forge of Spells and waits with anticipation...

The green flames of the brazier lick at the scimitar, and have no effect at first, seemingly not even powerful enough to heat the weapon. However, as the next minute passes, the scimitar catches fire - not simply burning red like a weapon in a smith's forge, but the metal of the weapon itself becomes wreathed in dancing green motes of flame. The slight imperfections in the weapon's crafting disappear; nicks in the blade repair, tiny cracks in the hilt mend, and by the end of one minute, there is not a blemish to be seen in the blade.

OOC: Mechanically, you are now looking at a +1 scimitar.

Thulgrim, watching with initial disappointment as the flame licks the blade, lets out a grunt of surprise as the magic kicks in and enchants the scimitar. So there's magic in there yet! Clanggedin be praised, Gundren will be 'appy t' know that. Finna, try yours next.

"Impressive!" Finna did not have any expectations of the Forge, so the little magic it could produce looked good enough to her. "Can I try?" Her scimitar was next.

Another minute of waiting produces another improved weapon as the magical flames of the brazier impose their will upon the blade.

OOC: Finna and Nemean's inventories have been updated with their new magical blades.

"Ooh, magically enhanced weapons. Don't mind if I do." Roland exclaims, putting his rapier over the flame.

After a minute in the flames, Roland's rapier positively gleams, the surface becoming flawless and incredibly sharp.

OOC: Roland's rapier has been updated in his inventory.

What's next?