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Belaver vaguely remembers her, but when he was young he didn't realize that she was related to him. From his vague memories, she was always nice to him, if a little on the strict side; she left while he was still toddling, and since then he's mostly heard whispers that stop when the speakers...

Belaver informs the party of what transpired, noting that "It seems that these cultists will obey even the most pitiful of elemental beings."

Belaver commands the elemental to demand that the ghasts leave this place, hoping that its intelligence is enough to formulate such a command.

Belaver draws Neshi to his side, softly muttering out the words to a Barkskin which he shares with his companion. The second spell, he prepares to convert into a summoning; his intent is to draw an earth elemental behind the creatures with just enough time for it to appear before they can reach...

As he sees no sign of the torches the party carried, nor hears their voices, Belaver will close the lantern's hood and step to the side of the passage, hoping that if those approaching are not his friends, they will not notice him.

Belaver carries a light source, watches the prisoner, and does not pursue.

Belaver draws backwards, loading and firing his sling at the nearest clear target. Neshi stays by him, as he orders, since her poison cannot kill that which is already dead.

"Alright. So, we're going to try to get back to Hommlet, past the dragon, while lugging a babbling lunatic? How?"

"Too long."

My lack of posting has been due to two factors: A) Belaver is far from the action, and feels quite strongly that abandoning his companion and the deceased mage's familiar is not acceptable, and B) I've been busy moving back home after finals week.

"I don't intend to leave my companion here; I will stay to guard."

"The stone disc, leaning on the wall, must have been the plug at some point. If we could shift it, and somehow fix it to the side of the shaft, that pit of foulness could be sealed."

"Well, there's always a fire. Start it small, on dry wood, then book it before it reaches the large, wet logs that'll smoke."

"Well, an option does present itself, if the dragon is as unfriendly to the cultists as it is to us. We could leave, but set some visible object outside the exit to draw the dragon's attention to it after our departure; that way, if the cultists try to run, they'll only get as far as it wants...

Yes, through the use of the Heal skill. No magic unless he's on the very brink of death, and then only Cure Minor Wounds.

"I think you're planning a bit far ahead, unless you've come up with a cunning plan to keep us from being eaten?"

"Interrogate that vile-smelling thing before we go anywhere. If there's any information to be had, we'd best have it soonest."

"There are many kinds of caution. I would suggest that you not use the potions, but keep them on hand; that way, if they attack, you can down them in a moment, but if they do not, we have not wasted the potions that will keep you and Raner alive in the next desperate fight."

"I'd still feel most comfortable saving the potion, though I agree that the scroll will be of little use in a fight. So long as we hold our ground, I think we should be able to rest without further interruptions. Those who were bold enough to come after us already have."

With the mist preventing any ranged bombardment, Belaver prepares to defend against any who make it past the web. OOC: readied action to step towards and attack any cultist seen within ten feet, while fighting defensively.