Phar continues his Archery and lets fly another shaft, but perhaps he was too hasty this time or still not fully recovered from the attack of sound. His aim is poor.
OOC:
bow attack and damage: 1D20+10 = [1]+10 = 11
1D8+1 = [4]+1 = 5
Timmins watches Phar's arrow hit the ceiling, then he steps forward and slashes out at one of the cultists still remaining. His first strike seems to glance off an invisible shield surrounding the man but his second strike finds its mark.
Gareth trains his crossbow on the cultist fighting Timmins through the haze of the
bane spell. He steadies his hands and breathes. The bolt flies from the crossbow and hits the cultist squarely in the chest. The man clutches at the bolt and cries out in pain. Surprisingly, he does not fall.
Maur comes at the next cultist, chasing others isn't his strength. But he takes note to prepare something for the next time. Command. Hold Person. Something.
At the moment, there are cultist to kill. His heavy warhammer swishes next to the cultist and the weight of the strike makes the wall crumble at the impact site. The cultist flinches straight into the path of returning strike.
The second strike dents the man's armor and shield and Maur can hear a crack form one of the man's bones -- likely a rib. The cultist grunts in pain and his shield arm falters for a moment.
Quinten takes that moment to fire another arrow from his shortbow but the cultist raises it in time to deflect the arrow away.
Brutus rushes forward and jumps over the dwarf and the cultist and lands on the other side. He spins and brings his greataxe down on the cultists' head. The blow splits the man's head and right shoulder in half and Maur is splattered with the cultist's blood. Brutus smiles happily at the dwarf.
"We must not let the other two escape!" Wieland shouts. He drops his bow and rushes past the fight to try to catch the fleeing cultist. He manages to avoid the remaining cultist and steps across the threshold of the stairwell.
The last cultist laughs manically.
"No, don't-," Timmins begins to warn.
To late. Wieland triggers a magical trap. A glyph on the floor flashes and Wieland, Brutus, Maur, Timmins and the cultist are blasted with acid. Wieland and the cultist take the brunt of the blast. The cultist continues to laugh as he dies. Wieland screams in pain.
"Wieland!" His cousin yells, frantic.
Brutus manages to partial shield himself as does Timmins behind the cultist beofre the man down to the ground dead.