Gareth grabs the stirge attached to him with both hands and throws it to the ground. Meira sends another arrow at the stirge being harried by the flying kitten while Lyra runs into the room and whispers a prayer, followed by a taunt at the last remaining stirge. Both stirges get blasted and fall to the ground dead.

Combat has ended! What would you like to do?

Alisande breathes a sigh of relief, swooping in through the doorway atop her broom. She touches down lightly in front of Gareth and immediately seizes him by the forearm, steadying him as if expecting him to sway.

"You gave us all quite the fright there, Gareth. How fare you?" The wizard inquires, eyeing him closely for wooziness. With a terse shake of her head, the stirge corpses skid across the stone, dumped unceremoniously in a corner of the chamber by the invisible force she commands.

"A somewhat redundant question, perhaps..." She says, her gaze briefly flicking to the wounds he has suffered on his chest and posterior. "Given the alarming degree of exsanguination you have incurred. Sister Lyra, can you take a look at our friend here?"

Gareth groans as one of the pesky stirges bites him again, right in the hindquarters this time, much to his chagrin and embarrassment. "That's fighting dirty," he grumbles. Luckily, his friends are there to quickly put down the remaining stirges. Alisande reaches out for his arm to steady him, and the ranger's cheeks color slightly. "I've been better," he admits. "Those little bloodsuckers had quite the feast before you arrived."

The ranger quickly expresses his thanks to the rest of the party while at the same time avoiding their eyes. "This was definitely not my finest moment," he says in an abashed voice. "I've faced down all sorts of monsters in the wilderness, and I'm almost brought down by a pack of overgrown chimney mosquitoes." 

Despite doing his best not to show it, the ranger is indeed quite pale and bloodless, swaying slightly on his feet. 

With others rushing in, Meira steps into the room but keeps a bit of space from the ranger. "Just good we got here in time," she tells him. Looking for Lyra though she adds a bit more quietly. "You probably should have a look at him though."  She carefully glances about, checking to be sure there are no other dangers. (Perception: 8)

Rasziel slows his steps as he realizes there is no longer any immediate danger. Relieved to see that the straying ranger was in reasonably good shape still, the young purple-robed dark-haired man turns his attention to the surroundings, wanting to make sure there wasn't any lingering threats closeby.

Perception with help from Azazel: 7 

Zephyros, after the remaining stirges die off, forcefully stomps over to the half-elven ranger. He stares for a quiet moment and says, "Don't feel so bad. It's happened to me before. Here, drink this. I believe this'll heal you right up." The veteran carefully removes the glimmering red, round vial from his belt. Putting down his shield for a brief moment, he takes the potion in his right hand and extends it to Gareth.

After that, Ironheart also observes his surroundings.

Perception: Nat 1 >:(

(OoC: Zephyros gives Gareth the Potion of Superior Healing.)

Meira,

You don't see any immediate dangers. Five stirges lie dead at your feet. You hear faint fluttering coming from the chimney.

Rasziel,

You don't see any lingering threats to the party.

Zephyros,

You see a stone-framed bed with a moldy mattress in the center of the room.

Gareth accepts the potion with thanks and drinks deeply from the crimson draught. He immediately begins to feel his strength returning. 

"They came from the chimney," he says finally, nodding toward the fluttering sound. 

25 - Potion of Healing, Superior