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OOCI wasn't sure where I landed so I figured the bit with the torches happened and I noted my damage on my sheet.

Pressing, almost cringing against the wall against what she suspects will be a riotous attack of wings and fangs, Lightfeather is surprised when the bats instead form a swirling mass blocking the hallway. She shakes her head in confusion and turns toward the sorceress down the hall. "They do not...

Absorbed by a flapping, all-encompassing swarm, Lightfeather swings her bow around violently to make enough space to see and drops and rolls to the side. OOC: I'd love to get past this and see what's up ahead, but I have no ability to fight this one bat at a time and my ideas for dealing with...

Crumbs. This is a lot of OOC discussion, and I hope Grayn doesn't mind. But I feel we're really running out of options for dealing with this swarm. Should we just run into another room? [scoff] This is going to start looking like Scooby Doo.

Oh. Seems I really had no clear picture of this. ... This seems kinda dumb. Are they magicked? Why would bats just attack like that? And there's really nothing more I can do with a bow and arrow. How about oil? Anybody got oil we can spray them with before chucking a torch at them?

OOCHold up. I'm reading this as all we're looking at now is a handful of half-conscious bats on the floor. Does somebody have a sack or something I can just scoop'em into (is there a bucket - or, hell, even a tapestry here in the hallway)?, because stomping on a bunch of tiny helpless animals is...

Pirvinia rushes out of the room, whipping the torch about in broad arcs. Lightfeather grunts in annoyance at the situation with a bunch of bats. "Go," she says. "Follow her out." She spends a few seconds trying, if nothing else, to exude a sense of calm in the room rather than aggression, but...

Lightfeather watches the others stab at a pile of dazzled bats and turns away, too proud to participate and too respectful to pass jibes at them.

"Dead," the Goti woman announces quietly. "And she is drained of blood. Normal little bats don't do this - couldn't." She searches the room for a sign of something more likely to have drained a grown woman's blood. Perception 1d20+8=17

Lightfeather enters the room and walks to the person, checking for breath or a pulse.

OOC: Heal 1d20+8=21

Lightfeather grunts and nod, but waves off the torch from the scratched elf. "Neh. Hold it. I once saved a horse that stepped in a spider nest." She takes a clean cloth from Samad himself and douses it with her own water. She carefully cleans and re-cleans the scratches, and even sniffs at them...

Surprised, Lightfeather says to Pirvinia, "That was very effective. Can you do it more times?"

Lightfeather had at first wanted to use a torch against the swarm, but had none and realized her weapons would be useless the moment Pirvinia said much the same. As the woman said she was going to use some sort of magic, Lightfeather remains where she is - hopefully safe but ready to act if the...

Following along silently, Lightfeather has an arrow nocked and at the ready. She keeps one eye shielded from the others' lights - which she finds quite distracting - and carefully examines the floor, listens down the hall and takes deep, slow breaths, smelling for the tang of blood in the air...