Invaih launches his dagger.

Despite the long range, you've had many years of practice, the dagger finds its mark.

Att: 10 Dam: 1

The attack hits.

Dari's turn!

Dari centers his moonbeam on the remaining priest, and fires two arrows at it as well.

The gnoll screeches in pain as the beam of searing light moves atop him. Only one of your two arrows hit.

One of the mercenaries pulls out a crossbow and fires at the gnoll, he misses.

The last remaining gnoll keeps moving, unfazed by the moonbeam and the spikes. 

Andon, noticing the gnoll is gravely injured, leaps forward and thrusts his spear through it's chest. The gnoll falls to the floor, dead.

"Well done everyone!" Dari says, his once orange tattoos change back to black. He inspects the camp and the gnolls for anything that may have belonged to the townsfolk, or just anything of interest.

Perception 14

It's very hard to see anything with the overgrown plants covering the ground, but you know that gnolls never have many personal possesions other than thier crude weapons.

"Ah, a well deserved rest ta lick mah wounds. A round on me! And I hope the townsfolk will give a round or two for free." 

Zegria uses Second Wind. 8

"Ah, thanks for the help!" Andon says, "Bolson and Agrel were good men, they died valiantly. Perhaps we can meet back at The Amber Frog for a hearty meal and some good times to celebrate for our victory here!"

Zeg's mood changes. "Well, I am sorry your soldiers died. I am more than willing to help with the burial costs." Zeg trudges on back to the town.

"Thanks for the offer, but I think I can handle it on my own" He says with a bow, "I guess I'll see you all at The Amber Frog if you're up for it?"

"You will. Me and Zegria, at least" Dari says with a slight smile.

Artin looks at the effects of the combat. He is saddened that the two men died. Even though the group's strategy was effective, two precious lives were lost. He lowers his head in mourning. "We did well, everyone. I am truly sorry for the loss of the brave men that fought with us."

Invaih walks over near the bodies of the valiant fallen soldiers, lifts his scimitar in front of him and shuts his eyes. Then, in elvish, he begins singing what sounds like a liturgy due to its low tone and sadness.

To those of you who understand elvish:

"Do your kind sing that every time someone dies in combat? If so, then I have greatly misunderstood drow."

Artin wipes a tear from his eye at the beautiful song. "The elven kind always have had the most beautiful, haunting music", he thinks.

Invaih turns to Iradari. "No, they do not. My kind is often blinded by the web of lies that Lolth spews. They worship the Spider Queen, blood, sacrifice and treachery. I do not; Eilistraee is my guide, and the ray of hope and light to every drow that finds her." After touching it to his forehead once more, he sheathes his blade.

Nodding to Artin, "Thank you for the praise."

Artin turns to the group. "We should honor these men as their companions wish it, with beer, ale, song, and praise of their heroic deeds"

OOC: Suggest we go to the tavern for a short rest, and decide if we want to investigate the human cultists in the forest.

(OOC: OK, I was thinking so as well, but that we would wait until tomorrow, but we can go today... unless you meant long rest)

"That we will." Dari says, "At least their deaths were not in vain."