Ichep takes his sweet time donning his shield to prepare for the fight they will be finding themselves in within mere seconds. He found himself a bit tense. Was it the presence of a creature so old and otherworldly? The unnaturally large number of spiders scurrying around in such a lost place? That glance Balen had given him earlier? There was no time to find an answer.
Toadstool just goes back to his "Oh no, oh no, oh my"
FREE ACTION
Drop torch from shield hand to the ground.
BONUS ACTION
As the torch clatters to the ground, Toadstool puts his hand in his pouch, takes out some sort of a leaf, rubs it in his massive oaken staff (OOC: NOT AN INNUENDO) and casts Shillelagh
ACTION
Put on his wood bark shield (Or infestation at the closest visible enemy if putting on the shield is free as well)
Yaudara moves straight down/south and slices at the swarm of bugs for 14 to hit and 10 damage. It's a challenge to fight a swarming mass of arachnids, but he'll do his best to defend the party.
The telepathic conversation left his head spinning, and he struggled hard to grasp every word of it (He was glad that Ichep didn't take its offer as he had feared). But when he saw the devil look at its own hand funny, Balen's throat felt dry in anticipation. Then when it proceeded to do exactly as he hoped it wouldn't (bite its own hand off?!) that's when he knew this fight became real. He swore in his head. This was no longer fun and games.
The changeling watched his companions closely and made a quick glance over at Ichep (He made a mental note to look out for that one), trying to deduce what to do next. 'Ah spiders... why did it have to spiders?' He wasn't that fond of the many-legged arachnids, but wasn't that alarmed either. He internally sighed, 'How in the Davy Jones' locker do you kill a bunch of spiders at once?'
ACTION
"Goodbye, pricks." He mumbled as he went rummaging through his bag. He took out his oil (flask) and tossed it towards the swarm. He locked eyes with Toadstool, making a kicking gesture and and motioned with his head over to the spiders. He had caught sight earlier of how the big oaf had dropped his torch on the floor. "It ain't a party until someone lights up the dancefloor." His fishy face was gleaming with mischief.
((what do I roll here? for range I substituted with shortbow and got 2 + 2 = 4 uhhh with Strength: check I got 12 + 2 = 14 Damage??? (I rolled with Sneak Attack and got 5) sorry idk ))
Faen is locked on the devil and was ready to strike when he realized that he had freed himself of the chain, however he notices the sudden swarming of all the spiders to attack them. He snarls, "You aren't going to win against, tiny devil, even if you had both of your hands intact," all while trying to hide his worry...he knows that this is a dangerous situation they've found themselves in.
He runs up to the swarm, drawing his dagger into his offhand while the silver shortsword is in his dominant hand. He swings his blades into the swarm, cutting at the arachnid horde, their blood dark streaks against the glistening metal.
The heroes entered into melee with the swarm of spiders. As the others prepared their shields and offensive tactics, the paladin and the bard each focused their attention on the arachnid horde. With swift and precise strikes, they swung their weapons, cutting through the air and the innumerable spiders with ease..
The paladin's spear sank easily through the mass of spiders, scattering their writhing forms as did the bard when he cleaved into the mass with his silver sword. With this coordinated attack, the swarm was dealt a fair amount of damage ... but for every dozen spiders that fell ... another dozen stood ready.
The swarm retaliated! Each spider on its own was na insignificant thing, but their countless fangs lashed out at he bard. Faen, caught off guard perhaps by the sudden onslaught, found himself enveloped by a living carpet of crawling legs and pinching bites! Each one delivered a searing pain ... and in their accumulation by the hundreds ... threatened to overwhelm him.
Despite his valiant efforts to fend off the swarm, the bard's defenses faltered under the relentless assault, his strength waning with each passing moment.
With a final, desperate cry, he succumbed to the overwhelming tide of spiders, collapsing to the ground in a crumpled heap as darkness enveloped his vision.
Telepathic peals of laughter echoed in the heroes' thoughts as the devil advanced, black blood dripping from its ruined stump of a wrist. Spined tail eagerly thrashing back and forth. A volley of tail spikes launched at the paladin just then and as they flew through the air, they burst into flames!
They missed ... this time.
Init - Encounter begins 14 - [09(6thp)/09hp] Ichep. Don shield. 13 - [09/12hp] Yaudara. Move. Attack swarm, a hit! (5hp due to resistance) 11 - [00/10hp] Faen. Move. Attack, a hit! (3hp due to resistance) BA: off-hand attack, a miss. Dead. 06 - [14/22hp] Spider Swarm. Enters Faen's square. Attack, a crit! (21hp piercing) ->This attack brings Faen to 0hp remaining and the damage remaining (11hp) equals or exceeds Faen's hit point maximum. Faen has died. 04 - [07/10hp] Toadstool. Drops torch. Dons shield. Casts Shillelagh. 03 - [07/07hp] Balen. Throw oil flask, a miss. 03 - [18/22hp] Ordrax* Move. Attack Yaudara, a miss. Attack Yaudara, a miss.
Faen wants to protect these people...wants to protect the village...wants to beat back these blasted spiders and this nasty, tyrannical imp. Unfortunately though, despite all of his zeal, the Feylost bard has put himself in over his head, and was overwhelmed by it.
He screams in utter agony as he's being devoured by the ravenous spider swarm. He's trying to fight on, trying to overcome it, but eventually finds that he's incapable of pushing his resolve any further. He finally falls to the ground, the light slowly growing dark in his eyes as he looks at the others, saying with whatever strength he has left, "I wish I could have known you for longer, friends. I'm sorry."
The last few words practically have to be coughed out due to his throat swelling from the intense venom of the swarm.
In his last moments, Faen retreats into himself as a last desperate protection from the pain.
His mind wanders to the early days of being among his Fey family...before he realized what they truly were...before he realized he was a bird in a gilded cage...when he felt free among those enchanted lands.
Perhaps he made a mistake to leave his cage? Perhaps he should have continued to be safe, to sing the songs to please the Courts...to just be their wind-up toy?
No...no...at least out here he's free. What good is a life, if that life is not lived?
At least here...at the end of his short life...Faen can say that he's free, and that's at least something.
He has many regrets...but his freedom wasn't one of them.
And, with those last thoughts, Faen passes into oblivion, the precious silver blade being left sitting on the ground near his now-lifeless corpse.
Yaudara flicked his yklwa, scattering spider guts around the room as he ducked behind his shield and heard the devil's spikes clatter off the golden lion. But he then saw a horrible sight as the swarm consumed Faen, a being that, despite his fey heritage, seemed like he represented the good of this world. And since he'd freed himself from the chaotic embrace of the Feywild, Yaudara felt that there was hope for him, after all.
Until this thing, this devil, came into our lives. Until it profaned this world.
He looked back over his shield, eyes narrow slits.
Ichep picks up Faen's silver sword, his eyes lingering for a moment on his corpse with an unreadable expression.
MOVEMENT
The last thing his comrades need is to get spines in their backs while they are trying to deal with the innumerable spiders, so he runs over to the devil...
ACTION
... trying to use his momentum to hit this devil that had dared to laugh at the death of a friend (Hit: 5+4=9 to hit, DMG 5, presumed miss), but he is unaccustomed to the weight of a blade, not having swung one since... back then. He might die here. In seconds. He was calm regardless. Death was nothing to fear.
'****' Balen cursed in his head when the oil flask plan failed. But the worst part was seeing Faen get covered by the horrible, horrible spiders. At first he thought he would come out of it, that the spiders would move on after a few bites, but watching as the swarm of spider blanketed the bard and then overcame him, Balen found himself fighting back tears. He gave a choking dry sob at dying last cries of the half-elf boy.
"****" This time he said this out loud, his hands were shaky and he didn't know why. Sure, he was used to death, but this.... s*** this was something else entirely, and he couldn't find the words to explain it.
ACTION + MOVEMENT
"**** it," Balen grinned through gritted teeth, "Let's dance."
He ran over to spined devil, calling it a "pinata" and charging blindly as he rammed into it, pinning it to the wall. He attempted to grapple the creature in almost like a dance-like state, fishy-hand gripping on the stump-wrist, elbow on the good one, and foot and knee pushing down on the tail. His face pressed down against the head of the small fiend with wild eyes staring into its.
"STAB IT! STAB IT NOW!" He shouted over to Ichep, not moving from his locked gaze with the devil. Why specifically the tiefling? Because he had the silver sword? No. A test of loyalty? Yes. Absolutely.
((Strength: Athletics check 18 + 4 = 22))
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<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
The heroes found themselves bolstered by the loss of their comrade and went on the offensive.
Yaudara and Toadstool swung into the mass of spiders that has been Faen's downfall ... the swarm was definitely not as big or as dangerous as it had been.
Ichep and Balen launched themselves against the devil! Ichep's attack with the silver blade failed to connect, but the devil recoiled from it all the same. Balen launched himself onto the small creature and manhandled it until he had backed the devil into a wall.
In return, the rogue was met with gnashing teeth as the devil bit him!
Init - Round 2 Summary 14 - [09(6thp)/09hp] Ichep. Move. Retrieve sword. Attack devil, a miss. →The devil is AC13 13 - [09/12hp] Yaudara. Attack spider swarm, a hit! (5hp due to resistance) 06 - [06/22hp] Spider Swarm. Enters Yaudara's square, attacks. A miss. 04 - [07/10hp] Toadstool. Move. Attack swarm, a hit! (3hp due to resistance) 03 - [03/07hp] Balen. Move. Grapple Ordrax, a success! Move w/ Ordrax. 03 - [18/22hp] Ordrax. Attack Balen, a hit! (4hp) grappled
He and the guards from Havenford have ventured into the sinkhole, the humans having been more and more weary of this place as they've seen the remains of the bloody battle with the cultists, the mark of Bhaal, and the horrible Death Dog. Rinn is likewise a bit uncertain, but he has a mote of flame ready in his hand, ready to cast his Flaming Bolt cantrip on any monsters to happen to try to ambush them.
As they are walking down the hall, that's when they hear the continued fighting, the Infernal cackling, and of course, the horrible screams from the late Faen. The two guards look at each other, uncertain if it's worth going further, but Rinn had heard from witnesses that some adventurers from Havenford had already ventured down here; they must be in trouble!
He looks over his shoulder, his waivey blonde hair cascading over his dark blue cloak in his movement, the elf saying, "Come...those people who came down earlier...they must be in trouble. It sounds like they're in dire need of us."
OOC - Rinn rolls 3 + 0 = 3 on persuasion.
Rinn is not exactly much of a leader, being used to either being with the other wizards or elves. Unfortunately, this leads to him seeming...perhaps a bit awkward around others, at times.
Either way, Rinn is determined to learn what's going on...someone should help them, especially as these people came down to help protect the town.
Yaudara moved out of the swarming spiders (one square east) then turned and slashed with his yklwa, trying to vanquish the arachnid swarm so he could help fight the devil.
Shortly surprised by the charge attack that pinned the devil to the wall, Ichep followed swiftly. (Diagonally)
BONUS ACTION
The bite wound dealt to Balen was deep and was bleeding profusely. Another one would bring him to his knees. Ichep never used healing lightly. To bring one away from death as if it was something to avoid at all costs. It was easily misunderstood, that lesson. It wasn't about not wanting to die but about using Anubis' power in his name for his own selfish gain. One had to be careful when to cheat death. And yet he did not hesitate now, feeling that his cause was just. „May my word heal you in my god's name.“Healing Word on Balen, healing his wound fully (7).
ACTION
Ichep tried again tried to strike the devil careful not to hit Balen instead. (Hit: 5+4= 9) Too careful apparently. Ichep frowned. „Maybe you want to try...?“, Ichep joked with what little humour he had left. He will let Balen take the sword out of his hand if he wants to give it a try.
Toadstool looks at Yaudara who is just brushing off spiders and mutters "Nature, nature, the answer is nature"
He finds a flea behind his ear and flicks it towards the spiders and casts infestation. As the flea flies, it turns into a swarm of mud daubers and spider wasps.
CON save of DC13 or get 5 poison damage.
OOC: I googled a bit, those things eat spiders and paralyze them
As Rinn and the pair of militiamen approach the final stretch of the hallway, the tension thickened into a palpable thing. Shadows flickered in the torchlight. There were distant clashing sounds ahead.
One of the militiamen carried a torch, casting a glow that surrounded this new trio. Ahead, spilling out of an open doorway, the sounds of combat can be heard. This new room was brightly lit — both by torch and magical charm.
Despite Rinn's urging, the militiamen hesitated, their fear overcoming any sense of duty.
"We're m-meant to observe and report," One of them stammered. "See what became of those adventurers what disappeared into the hole."
"Baron Stormshield was very clear," The other one chimed in, bolstered. " 'Come back safe, lads' he said."
OOC — This is as far as the militiaman escort are willing to accompany Rinn. Feel free to have Rinn join in with this round's worth of actions. It will take 25' of movement to arrive at the doorframe.
Rinn's familiar walks along beside him and looks back at the men-at-arms, swishing its sleek tail in annoyance. She's a Celestial familiar in the form of a tressym, her coat and wings being a sleek black, save for little tuffs of white on her furs and white paws. She growls a bit at them in annoyance, but Rinn tries to calm her before beckoning her to follow. "That's enough of that, Rachael," and says as they're heading down the hall, "no reason in arguing with them. They have their orders...doesn't absolve them from cowardice though."
They're both a cautious sort, but they both have a very strong moral compass towards good (even if sometimes they may argue the means of achieving this "good").
OOC - Rachael rolls a 2+2 = 4 for initiative. She's not one for fighting though, given her fragility, but I think it's best to keep in mind that she's there.
He is coming up to the door (Rachael staying beside and behind him), and sees the scene inside. It's a chaotic mess of a spider swarm attacking the handful of adventurers, along with a cackling imp. This place really is a menagerie of horrors!
Rinn says, "Seems like you good people might need some help. Glad I decided to come down."
He takes the mote of flame that he had in his hand and throws it at the spider swarm.
OCC - Fire Bolt at the spider swarm. To Hit = 1 + 5 = 6 (crit failure on first combat roll lol).
ACTION - Donning Shield
Ichep takes his sweet time donning his shield to prepare for the fight they will be finding themselves in within mere seconds. He found himself a bit tense. Was it the presence of a creature so old and otherworldly? The unnaturally large number of spiders scurrying around in such a lost place? That glance Balen had given him earlier? There was no time to find an answer.
Toadstool just goes back to his "Oh no, oh no, oh my"
FREE ACTION
Drop torch from shield hand to the ground.
BONUS ACTION
As the torch clatters to the ground, Toadstool puts his hand in his pouch, takes out some sort of a leaf, rubs it in his massive oaken staff (OOC: NOT AN INNUENDO) and casts Shillelagh
ACTION
Put on his wood bark shield (Or infestation at the closest visible enemy if putting on the shield is free as well)
Yaudara moves straight down/south and slices at the swarm of bugs for 14 to hit and 10 damage. It's a challenge to fight a swarming mass of arachnids, but he'll do his best to defend the party.
The telepathic conversation left his head spinning, and he struggled hard to grasp every word of it (He was glad that Ichep didn't take its offer as he had feared). But when he saw the devil look at its own hand funny, Balen's throat felt dry in anticipation. Then when it proceeded to do exactly as he hoped it wouldn't (bite its own hand off?!) that's when he knew this fight became real. He swore in his head. This was no longer fun and games.
The changeling watched his companions closely and made a quick glance over at Ichep (He made a mental note to look out for that one), trying to deduce what to do next. 'Ah spiders... why did it have to spiders?' He wasn't that fond of the many-legged arachnids, but wasn't that alarmed either. He internally sighed, 'How in the Davy Jones' locker do you kill a bunch of spiders at once?'
ACTION
"Goodbye, pricks." He mumbled as he went rummaging through his bag. He took out his oil (flask) and tossed it towards the swarm. He locked eyes with Toadstool, making a kicking gesture and and motioned with his head over to the spiders. He had caught sight earlier of how the big oaf had dropped his torch on the floor. "It ain't a party until someone lights up the dancefloor." His fishy face was gleaming with mischief.
((what do I roll here? for range I substituted with shortbow and got 2 + 2 = 4 uhhh with Strength: check I got 12 + 2 = 14 Damage??? (I rolled with Sneak Attack and got 5) sorry idk ))
<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Dragonlance
Faen is locked on the devil and was ready to strike when he realized that he had freed himself of the chain, however he notices the sudden swarming of all the spiders to attack them. He snarls, "You aren't going to win against, tiny devil, even if you had both of your hands intact," all while trying to hide his worry...he knows that this is a dangerous situation they've found themselves in.
He runs up to the swarm, drawing his dagger into his offhand while the silver shortsword is in his dominant hand. He swings his blades into the swarm, cutting at the arachnid horde, their blood dark streaks against the glistening metal.
Action: Shortsword swing. To hit: 11 + 4 = 15. Damage: 4 + 2 = 6.
Bonus Action: Dagger off-hand swing. To hit: 2 + 4. Damage: 4 (without +2 since its two-weapon fighting)
The heroes entered into melee with the swarm of spiders. As the others prepared their shields and offensive tactics, the paladin and the bard each focused their attention on the arachnid horde. With swift and precise strikes, they swung their weapons, cutting through the air and the innumerable spiders with ease..
The paladin's spear sank easily through the mass of spiders, scattering their writhing forms as did the bard when he cleaved into the mass with his silver sword. With this coordinated attack, the swarm was dealt a fair amount of damage ... but for every dozen spiders that fell ... another dozen stood ready.
The swarm retaliated! Each spider on its own was na insignificant thing, but their countless fangs lashed out at he bard. Faen, caught off guard perhaps by the sudden onslaught, found himself enveloped by a living carpet of crawling legs and pinching bites! Each one delivered a searing pain ... and in their accumulation by the hundreds ... threatened to overwhelm him.
Despite his valiant efforts to fend off the swarm, the bard's defenses faltered under the relentless assault, his strength waning with each passing moment.
With a final, desperate cry, he succumbed to the overwhelming tide of spiders, collapsing to the ground in a crumpled heap as darkness enveloped his vision.
Telepathic peals of laughter echoed in the heroes' thoughts as the devil advanced, black blood dripping from its ruined stump of a wrist. Spined tail eagerly thrashing back and forth. A volley of tail spikes launched at the paladin just then and as they flew through the air, they burst into flames!
They missed ... this time.
Faen wants to protect these people...wants to protect the village...wants to beat back these blasted spiders and this nasty, tyrannical imp. Unfortunately though, despite all of his zeal, the Feylost bard has put himself in over his head, and was overwhelmed by it.
He screams in utter agony as he's being devoured by the ravenous spider swarm. He's trying to fight on, trying to overcome it, but eventually finds that he's incapable of pushing his resolve any further. He finally falls to the ground, the light slowly growing dark in his eyes as he looks at the others, saying with whatever strength he has left, "I wish I could have known you for longer, friends. I'm sorry."
The last few words practically have to be coughed out due to his throat swelling from the intense venom of the swarm.
In his last moments, Faen retreats into himself as a last desperate protection from the pain.
His mind wanders to the early days of being among his Fey family...before he realized what they truly were...before he realized he was a bird in a gilded cage...when he felt free among those enchanted lands.
Perhaps he made a mistake to leave his cage? Perhaps he should have continued to be safe, to sing the songs to please the Courts...to just be their wind-up toy?
No...no...at least out here he's free. What good is a life, if that life is not lived?
At least here...at the end of his short life...Faen can say that he's free, and that's at least something.
He has many regrets...but his freedom wasn't one of them.
And, with those last thoughts, Faen passes into oblivion, the precious silver blade being left sitting on the ground near his now-lifeless corpse.
Yaudara flicked his yklwa, scattering spider guts around the room as he ducked behind his shield and heard the devil's spikes clatter off the golden lion. But he then saw a horrible sight as the swarm consumed Faen, a being that, despite his fey heritage, seemed like he represented the good of this world. And since he'd freed himself from the chaotic embrace of the Feywild, Yaudara felt that there was hope for him, after all.
Until this thing, this devil, came into our lives. Until it profaned this world.
He looked back over his shield, eyes narrow slits.
"Son of a ***** must pay."
Yaudara sweeps his yklwa through the spider swarm again for a 20 (dirty) to hit and 11 damage.
"Come to me, coward!" he yells at the devil. "I await your feeble scratches!"
Toadstool has some panic in his voice as he goes "Why, why are you doing this, why, why.."
MOVEMENT
Move to spiders
ACTION
Shillelagh bonk to hit 14 and damage if hits 7 magical bludgeoning damage. "I don't want to hurt you, I, I, I really don't"
FREE ACTION
Ichep picks up Faen's silver sword, his eyes lingering for a moment on his corpse with an unreadable expression.
MOVEMENT
The last thing his comrades need is to get spines in their backs while they are trying to deal with the innumerable spiders, so he runs over to the devil...
ACTION
... trying to use his momentum to hit this devil that had dared to laugh at the death of a friend (Hit: 5+4=9 to hit, DMG 5, presumed miss), but he is unaccustomed to the weight of a blade, not having swung one since... back then. He might die here. In seconds. He was calm regardless. Death was nothing to fear.
'****' Balen cursed in his head when the oil flask plan failed. But the worst part was seeing Faen get covered by the horrible, horrible spiders. At first he thought he would come out of it, that the spiders would move on after a few bites, but watching as the swarm of spider blanketed the bard and then overcame him, Balen found himself fighting back tears. He gave a choking dry sob at dying last cries of the half-elf boy.
"****" This time he said this out loud, his hands were shaky and he didn't know why. Sure, he was used to death, but this.... s*** this was something else entirely, and he couldn't find the words to explain it.
ACTION + MOVEMENT
"**** it," Balen grinned through gritted teeth, "Let's dance."
He ran over to spined devil, calling it a "pinata" and charging blindly as he rammed into it, pinning it to the wall. He attempted to grapple the creature in almost like a dance-like state, fishy-hand gripping on the stump-wrist, elbow on the good one, and foot and knee pushing down on the tail. His face pressed down against the head of the small fiend with wild eyes staring into its.
"STAB IT! STAB IT NOW!" He shouted over to Ichep, not moving from his locked gaze with the devil. Why specifically the tiefling? Because he had the silver sword? No. A test of loyalty? Yes. Absolutely.
((Strength: Athletics check 18 + 4 = 22))
<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Dragonlance
OOC - Rinn rolls 6 + 2 = 8 for initiative.
He and the guards from Havenford have ventured into the sinkhole, the humans having been more and more weary of this place as they've seen the remains of the bloody battle with the cultists, the mark of Bhaal, and the horrible Death Dog. Rinn is likewise a bit uncertain, but he has a mote of flame ready in his hand, ready to cast his Flaming Bolt cantrip on any monsters to happen to try to ambush them.
As they are walking down the hall, that's when they hear the continued fighting, the Infernal cackling, and of course, the horrible screams from the late Faen. The two guards look at each other, uncertain if it's worth going further, but Rinn had heard from witnesses that some adventurers from Havenford had already ventured down here; they must be in trouble!
He looks over his shoulder, his waivey blonde hair cascading over his dark blue cloak in his movement, the elf saying, "Come...those people who came down earlier...they must be in trouble. It sounds like they're in dire need of us."
OOC - Rinn rolls 3 + 0 = 3 on persuasion.
Rinn is not exactly much of a leader, being used to either being with the other wizards or elves. Unfortunately, this leads to him seeming...perhaps a bit awkward around others, at times.
Either way, Rinn is determined to learn what's going on...someone should help them, especially as these people came down to help protect the town.
Yaudara moved out of the swarming spiders (one square east) then turned and slashed with his yklwa, trying to vanquish the arachnid swarm so he could help fight the devil.
22 to hit and 8 damage, before their resistance.
MOVEMENT
Shortly surprised by the charge attack that pinned the devil to the wall, Ichep followed swiftly. (Diagonally)
BONUS ACTION
The bite wound dealt to Balen was deep and was bleeding profusely. Another one would bring him to his knees. Ichep never used healing lightly. To bring one away from death as if it was something to avoid at all costs. It was easily misunderstood, that lesson. It wasn't about not wanting to die but about using Anubis' power in his name for his own selfish gain. One had to be careful when to cheat death. And yet he did not hesitate now, feeling that his cause was just. „May my word heal you in my god's name.“ Healing Word on Balen, healing his wound fully (7).
ACTION
Ichep tried again tried to strike the devil careful not to hit Balen instead. (Hit: 5+4= 9) Too careful apparently. Ichep frowned. „Maybe you want to try...?“, Ichep joked with what little humour he had left. He will let Balen take the sword out of his hand if he wants to give it a try.
Toadstool looks at Yaudara who is just brushing off spiders and mutters "Nature, nature, the answer is nature"
He finds a flea behind his ear and flicks it towards the spiders and casts infestation. As the flea flies, it turns into a swarm of mud daubers and spider wasps.
CON save of DC13 or get 5 poison damage.
OOC: I googled a bit, those things eat spiders and paralyze them
In the Hall
As Rinn and the pair of militiamen approach the final stretch of the hallway, the tension thickened into a palpable thing. Shadows flickered in the torchlight. There were distant clashing sounds ahead.
One of the militiamen carried a torch, casting a glow that surrounded this new trio. Ahead, spilling out of an open doorway, the sounds of combat can be heard. This new room was brightly lit — both by torch and magical charm.
Despite Rinn's urging, the militiamen hesitated, their fear overcoming any sense of duty.
"We're m-meant to observe and report," One of them stammered. "See what became of those adventurers what disappeared into the hole."
"Baron Stormshield was very clear," The other one chimed in, bolstered. " 'Come back safe, lads' he said."
OOC — This is as far as the militiaman escort are willing to accompany Rinn. Feel free to have Rinn join in with this round's worth of actions. It will take 25' of movement to arrive at the doorframe.
OOC - Gladly =) I'll write up a response. Give me a moment.
Rinn's familiar walks along beside him and looks back at the men-at-arms, swishing its sleek tail in annoyance. She's a Celestial familiar in the form of a tressym, her coat and wings being a sleek black, save for little tuffs of white on her furs and white paws. She growls a bit at them in annoyance, but Rinn tries to calm her before beckoning her to follow. "That's enough of that, Rachael," and says as they're heading down the hall, "no reason in arguing with them. They have their orders...doesn't absolve them from cowardice though."
They're both a cautious sort, but they both have a very strong moral compass towards good (even if sometimes they may argue the means of achieving this "good").
OOC - Rachael rolls a 2+2 = 4 for initiative. She's not one for fighting though, given her fragility, but I think it's best to keep in mind that she's there.
He is coming up to the door (Rachael staying beside and behind him), and sees the scene inside. It's a chaotic mess of a spider swarm attacking the handful of adventurers, along with a cackling imp. This place really is a menagerie of horrors!
Rinn says, "Seems like you good people might need some help. Glad I decided to come down."
He takes the mote of flame that he had in his hand and throws it at the spider swarm.
OCC - Fire Bolt at the spider swarm. To Hit = 1 + 5 = 6 (crit failure on first combat roll lol).