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Eleria had spent a few hours in reverie, but had been unable to fully shake the residual effect of the poison and wakes with with a slight headache and a feeling of a little nausiousness. She nonetheless rises and prepares to push with Xir, trying to ignore the sarcastic comments of the house...

"Resting in this house is as good a place as any other - and a lot cheaper than any tavern." Eleria offers. "Now that we have killed those nasty bugs, I should like to harvest their venom in the empty vial I have as it may come in useful at a later time. Do any of you have an empty vial that...

I’m fine with the DM using a bit of poetic licence if they consider how that character is likely to act under the circumstances. If you’re willing to describe things in vivid detail instead of just saying ‘heal successful’, I’m more than happy to enjoy reading it. And I agree - adding a bit of...

Valdaris snorts as he looks at the druid and wizard with utter disdain. "I do not care for the games you elves play in the forest. If you want me in future, know that you shall find me with the wagons - something that should please our employer also!" He skulks off, calling over his shoulder...

Somewhat following on from his conversation with Allistra earlier, and knowing that he speaks with a little authority on the subject as a result of his experience, Valdaris adds. “Caravan attacks come in various forms, my dear… What was a false alarm this time could easily have been something...

“Yes… A song…” Eleria mutters and half grins, concealing a slight grimace as her mind is very hazy and evidently on other things right now. Still breathing heavily, she glances around the scene of the battle and sees the extent of the webbing and the carcass of the dead arachnid. With the...

"Yesss!" Eleria calls after her shot, knowing that it had struck true. She was absolutely desperate to escape only moments ago, but now the beast was in it's death throes and writhing in agony in front of them. Eleria currently has a free vial from the potion she consumed. (As does Abdul). I...

Now that everyone has joined the fray, Eleria drops her rapier and draws her bow. She fires off a shot at the spider. Attack: 15 (1d20+3+1+1-1-4) Damage: 7 (1d8+1)

Completely disappointed in the outcome of all the commotion, Valdaris sighs, sheathes his sword and returns to Allistra and the caravans.

Eleria makes an attack: 8 against the creature only if the spider ignores Xir and moves within reach. Otherwise, she will bolster all allies who can hear with Inspire Courage: +1 Att, +1 Dam, +1 vs fear. Lasts 5 rounds.

Sensing her opportunity to heal, Eleria 5-foot steps behind Xir and drinks a potion of Cure Light Wounds: 3. She takes cover from the door if possible.

Initiative: 10

Valdaris runs NW into the trees, attempting to discern the direction on the way (Spot: 5, Listen: 8). If unchanged, he heads to the small clearing that will take him closer without affecting his movement of vision.

Faced with the giant arachnid, Eleria's feet stay firmly fixed to the spot, unable to move. She lets out a scream of terror. My turn is dead last, so I'll wait to see what goes down before acting. Whatever I do may be redundant.

"Let's see what's going on, shall we!" Keen to see what the commotion is, Valdaris races off towards the source of the sound and draws his sword as he approaches.

Eleria scrams in agony as the centipede once again bites into her flesh. Trapped and now panic stricken, she clutches at the door handle with her free hand without any thought of what may be on the other side - desperately hoping that it is open. If she can, she tumbles through the door. If...

“Excitement? I think excitement finds you whether you look for it or not!” He chuckles at his own joke which bears more than a hint of truth, as he points to his left eye and clearly shows a nasty scar that so nearly took it. “This came to me courtesy of a thief who once tried to relieve me of...

Valdaris smiles politely at the compliment as he makes room for Allistra near the caravan, shuffling only as close to the surly dwarf as he needs to in the process. Something he’s sure the dwarf would appreciate. “I was, err, running caravans much like this one, ma’am.” He says, digging his...

In the time that they rest, Valdaris drinks from his waterskin and eats his share of the food provided before absently wiping his hands clean on his vest. He then wanders over to the stream to fill up his waterskin, before returning to relax near the caravan. He doesn’t utter so much as a word...

Eleria emits a sound that is some kind of cross between a grunt and a cry as she feels the sting of the poison from the scratch. With the creatures either side and the dwarven rogue blocking her escape route, she ducks out of the way of one of the centipedes and lunges with her rapier at the...