Erven moves to L14 to get a clear shot, just peeking around the doorway, and shoots the mimic with an arrow.  "Peek a boo, you door that is not a door!"

Attack: 18 Damage: 12

After his shot, he moves back to his original starting position at I16.  

(( Guessing this means Talion is up ))

From his position at the corner (H12), Talion is alarmed to see the mimic apparently in pursuit. He resists the urge to flee just long enough to launch another arcane bolt at the creature, before fleeing to E13, past Sho.

Attack: 26 Damage: 15 + 2 (bludgeon)

Mimic save vs. Sho's sacred flame - 20 
.The mimic shivers in the gout of holy fire! A hit!

Mimic save vs. Onyx poison spray - 9 
.The poison sprays all over the mimic, dousing any flames but wracking it viciously! Another hit!

 Erven lines up the mimic and lets loose - the arrow flies true.....Erven, how do you want to do this???
[cosmic karma is real enough!]

Erven peeks around the corner, spotting the mimic that is now threatening his friend Talion.  He thinks "Arrow fly true.  Spear this foul thing and end this for us....payback is a *****."

Once he let it fly, he knew that he had the mimic true in his sights.  "Thud" as it hit him square in the back, arrow head popping through the other side.  A smile of satisfaction, target well hunted, he looked for this ... thing... to fall over, and then an odd sensation of curiosity, to see what it's true form is....

If he sees the thing fall he stands in position to enjoy seeing it vanquished...

Then, the feeling of significant pain from his injuries floods in, the memory of yet another near death experience....

Peeking back around the corner and seeing with satisfaction that the mimic had fallen still, Onyx sighs and turns back to Erven.

"It wasn't right of them to make you go first," he grumbles, digging through his pack for one of his healing potions.  He hands it to the battered elf. "Here."

Erven takes the potion thankfully in his hand, he gives the paladin a grim smile and says, head down "Thank you, thank you for trying to save me.  It would have happened to any of us.  Keen hunter, the thing positioned itself perfectly to grab hold of anyone.  Blessings be to Sehanine that you were all here with me, otherwise I would have been dead.  She told me that I can't do things alone anymore... and she was right."  Erven looks down, lost in thought for a moment, then looks up and smiles, gives Onyx a hug ((how do you hug someone in plate armor?  Carefully, I guess....)), surprising the grumpy old paladin, and moves into the room, drinking the healing potion and looking at the dead mimic.

Healing :  9

Talion watches from the corner, ready to launch another bolt at the creature when he hears a thud followed by an arrowhead poking out from what remains of the creatures mouth. He grins back at Sho, and starts to move forward cautiously,. stopping in the door when he sees Ervan walking tentatively toward the creature he has slain.

"Nice one, elf! Got what was coming to it." He stares down at the strange creature, then looks up to see how the elf is doing.

Upon hearing Onyx's words, he tilts his head to one side, but barely looks at the warrior, speaking softly "Which is more than can be said for some."

Raising his eyes from the horror on the ground, he looks directly at the warrior, still peeking around the corner from the other room and laughs. "And you, brave Sir Hero, where were you when we 'forced' poor Ervan to scout?" He looks around, a pantomime expression of confusion on his face. "Oh...wait...that's right! Cowering at the back, unwilling to give Ervan the backup he needed."

He shakes his head sadly, "Had you actually been where you should have been, you might have been strong enough to pull him free. As it was, he's only alive now because Sho here healed him enough to break free, while the rest of us -- evils brigands the lot of us -- did everything within our power to help our friend. You do remind me of the priests back at the orphanage: full of judgement, but unworthy to be judged yourself."

Bertolt sighs and runs a hand through his hair, becoming more and more certain that his hair was going to be completely gray within the next few days. Shaking such vain thoughts away he goes up to their injuries companion, slapping him lightly  on the shoulder. "When we make it out of this I shall make a song of Evren the mimic slayer."

Onyx pointedly fastens his gauntlet, ensuring it fit snugly once more.

"You're ignorant and forgetful.  Who was it that was your bulwark through the rest of the house?  Who was it that you all hid behind in the floors above?  Who was it that took the brunt of the attacks and traps even up until the first combat down here?  All while your sticky fingers gathered everything that might let you profit from my bloodshed.  I'm not being your human shield anymore, neither you nor your treacherous zombie lover."

His sword is still sheathed, but he once again steps right up to Talion.

"The price for me keeping my blade from your neck is this - the cleric goes first.  He worships the god of undeath, what does he have to fear?"

Talion laughs again at Bertolt's words, more heartily and less grimly than the last, "I'll drink to that! I'd swear the elf has cat blood in him." He takes a deep breath, and nods at each of them, including Onyx, "Nicely done, all. They be a real menace those things -- and we recovered from a very shaky start. We should take heart from that."

Talion nods enthusuatically to Onyx, "Who was it that shielded us? I ask myself that very same question all the time now: Where is that man? I thought you were possessed before, but some other change has o'ertaken you it seems. The stalwart and heroic warrior has taken to cowering at the back. None of us has changed, but where has he gone?"

"There is only one of us here who has threatened murder or death to their companions, and it is neither I nor the priest." He pauses a moment to consider, and now he can't stop himself from grinning, "Well...I admit it, I did too, but you started it!"

"You want the priest to go in front? I don't. And the reason in simple: I trust that he will heal me should I fall. I hold no such trust in you. If necessary, I shall lead...but if I am to do that, then I will rest first. I imagine Ervan would not mind a chance to recover."

"For the love of the gods! You are acting like petulant children and I am growing tired of it! If you must fight and squabble then save it for a time when we are no longer in danger!!!" Bertolt yells out as he glares at them, looking at them as though they are in fact misbehaving children. 

Erven smiles at Bertolt, "Now that is a tune that I would love to hear... perhaps we will sit around a campfire again soon and share other tales from our past with each other.  I would like that."  He looks down at the mimic, observing it's true form.  He hears Talion, walks over to him, and takes his hand, the one with the ring, and holds it.  He seems much calmer to you, despite nearly dying again, the visit from his goddess has truly given courage to the elf, he knows her passion and support for him, her path out of the madness has bolstered his will and resolve.  

"No more.  This sort of talk just serves the enemy.  Thank you for helping me as well, helping me break free from that ... thing.  In my head as I turned the corner and saw it preparing to attack you, I heard your words in my head.  "Protect me and mine."  Your measure of a man is how he has treated you.  Well, Talion, you have treated me well.  I am yours.  I am in your pack (if we were wolves).  Thank you.  But this bickering must stop if we are to succeed here."  He looks down and kicks the mimic body.  "I don't want to give these bastards the satisfaction of seeing us fall."

Seeing that Erven has gone 'soft,' Onyx scoffs.

"I think you all misunderstand who the enemy is, but it is not your fault.  You walk the secular world, can only react to the obvious and material.  So be it.  I'll not take the lead any further, but I will not make any demands."

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....When he is done, he returns to the latest psych patent Sho, touching him gently on the shoulder, "Ready to go yet? Despite what Onyx says, I think the elf should lead. He makes a lot less noise." He turns to Onyx, and grins, "I'll stay between you and Sho if you like. Keep you safe." There may be the slightest hint of a threat to the words, but it might be imagination fueled by the doom-laden setting. Onyx may have calmed down, but the tales Talion has told speak of a long memory, and not much of a tendency to forgive.

Talion is about to launch into another tirade when Bertolt interjects. He listens and makes a visible effort to stop himself. He seems to be enjoying himself more than he should, and realizes that there is the slight possibility he might be letting his ego cloud his judgement. His jaws work, words form, but are not spoken. He stares at Bertold. Is that what having a father feels like? Well screw that!  He is visibly losing the battle with himself, when Ervan speaks. Oh gods, not another episode!

Concern for Ervan distracts him from his own thoughts, and he focuses on the elf. But as Ervan speaks his final words, Talion nods, realizing that Ervan is somehow ... different. "I am glad someone was listening. We are a team, or we are dead." He claps the elf on the back and takes a deep breath, "Let's rest, I'll lead, I'd like Onyx to cover my back."

You have this room and the room off to the west that you haven’t fully explored. 
The fun happy room is there as well. 
then I think that’s everything you’ve been able to find so far. 

After yelling at the others he turns his attention back to Evren, nodding as he moves to sheathe his sword. "Thar sounds most enjoyable. I would like at least for my own use to take down any stories that are willingly shared. You know I have realized  if we survive this and ever have them I shall have numerous stories to keep my grandchildren in line." He jokes trying to sound jovial and lighten the mood even a little bit.

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You have this room and the room off to the west that you haven’t fully explored. 
The fun happy room is there as well. 
then I think that’s everything you’ve been able to find so far. 

(( I *think* we covered fun happy room; we left the orb for fear of an animated wolf or statue, and found nothing else, IIRC.

Going west, then searching/checking the two rooms as per normal while Talion and Ervan rest seems like a good plan ))

Talion looks around at the room briefly then says, "Let's check the next room. Keep the lights back, though. I can see well enough in the dark.."

So saying, he glances at Onyx, utters a brief prayer to the goddess of luck, then moves stealthily toward the west.

(( So long as it's dark, it's like daylight to him up to 120'; and dim light is disadvantage on him being perceived...I hope ))

Perception: 8

Stealth (hiding, trying to remain unseen/unheard etc, going slow): 11

Sho studied Erven's newfound warmth and courage, a far cry from the teary-eyed catatonic shock he’d just had on the stairs. His thoughts are still a turmoil, the delirious pain may have subsided, but he felt like he is standing outside his body, watching it all happen. There may have been a brief second where his heart sank when the elf’s body went limp under the mimic’s maw - and he realized he may never meet his goodness again. Pain may be comforting, but he feels safer when he can feel nothing at all.

Sho gives Talion a quiet look and said nothing. He finds a place in the room to rest. For the peace of his mind.