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With a gesture of his head, Kushnak directs his weapon to attack one of the mages while he turns his attention to the ape. After attacking it, he steps to the northeast. PA3, +8, 2d6+14

As a few minutes go by, Logan settles in. "Anyone care for a bite? he inquires as he rummages through his pack for some rations, and any game he may have found earlier in the day. He plucks a few things out and warms them over the fire.

Now blocked from the mages assaulting the party, Kushnak calls in reinforcements. Step back 5', cast spiritual weapon defensively. +9 check. Weapon to attack #5. +7, 1d8+1

Seemingly unconcerned with the strange circumstances, Logan simply stares into the fire for the time being.

Kushnak charges the new arrival to the north. Charge #4. PA3. +10 2d6+14

Turning to close the door, the dwarf responds, "I am Logan." He approaches the fire and, without sitting, begins warming his hands over it. "Did you happen upon shelter by chance, then? How fortunate."

The dwarf stands in the sprinkles outside the door, dumfounded at the site within. The drops fall on the links of a chain shirt worn over whatever clothing he has but a cloak, as well as his armaments, a strangely crafted longbow and a large flail, which he holds in hand. As he sees that the...

Kushnak rushes in eagerly. Seeing that he cannot as yet reach anyone, he further bolsters himself. Move to 5' west of R. Cast Aid on me.

Carefully, then, the dwarf approaches the door. After opening the latch, he quickly kicks it open and sees what he can inside.

Kushnak follows the requested 30' behind, obviously struggling not to rush on.

As the storm approaches, Logan takes the opportunity to have some fresh air before holeing up inside. He examines the broken stones more closely, and look around the top of the hill a bit. As the weather worsens, he eventually makes his way back to the door, and inside.

gold for poor boldak....

"Always with the weather. No wonder my clan likes to stay underground..." Logan mutters to himself, changing course toward the hill. As he nears it, he stalks from tree to tree, knowing that any other travelers would likely also seek shelter. As the trees thin out, he gives up his attempt at...

Edit: oops.

"Keep an eye out for that thing..." Kushnak says as he cautiously advances.

"Something is fishy..." states Kushnak, heading toward the open door with an eye out for strange things coming from inside walls.

"Is that where it went through the wall? After it then!" Kushnak keeps on to the north - east - north - just north as much as he can, presumably following Erdolliel. If we were in rounds i'd delay until after her.

"Whatever it was, it was incorporeal, and I don't particularly want it coming up behind us again." Kushnak reverses course and heads up the hall to the north, stopping at the first intersection, then casting magic weapon on his sword. 10' north of S on the map.

"Stay in sight, but keep moving," whispers Kushnak.

"If what we've been told is right, this should be the last of the scum. Don't be too careful about it, girl." Kushnak calls on the strength of Kelanen. Longstrider. Bless. Bull's Strength, in that order. Me: +3/+3. Not a slow effer. Else: +1/+0