Endur's Return to the Temple of Elemental Evil

[Thanee]

Lenya

As the fight is finally over, Lenya says: “What possessed you to move in there?” *cough* “What did you think we could do to help you there? We are eight with Neshi, they were three. But what help is that, if some of us blindly charge in there and engage them, while the rest can't see a thing?” *cough* *cough* “We could have retreated around a corner and let them come to us, they were coming to us, anyways, do you think they would have turned around and ran away?” *cough* “And even if so, they already know we are here, no surprise. They expected us, sent warriors to deal with us, or why else do you think these three heavily armored cultists were here. Please, think more careful next time! Someone could have died. Again.” *cough* “What kind of ugly creature is that, anyways!? It stinks horrible!” *cough* *cough*

With that, Lenya moves away from the ugly corpse and drinks a handful of water, sitting down in a remote corner of the room.

 

[Xael]

"Belaver or Craven, can you try to keep at least one of them alive for questioning. Preferably not the stinking one. No need to waste healing at them, but we need to get some answers later.", Lylamwyn says while he goes to check if the human cultists and Kerwyn are still alive, and tries to stop one from bleeding to death with his meager skills.

 

[Endur]

The party is unable to keep either human from dying, but does manage to keep the smelly reptile alive.

No longer covered in armor and wearing bulky robes, you can see the lizardman in better detail. Its about 5' tall and weighs about 150 lbs and covered in dark scales. It has spindly, muscular arms and legs and has a long slender tail. Its head is crowned with a frill that extends from the forehead to the back of the neck. Its eyes are black and beady.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Craven looks at Lenya and for a moment is very angry. But then reason reasserts itself.*

"I did not dow what capabilities they had. I was afraid dey could see in da mist, and could hid us wid magic while we waided," Craven says, breathing through his mouth and sounding like he has a cold. "Led me pull the smelly one away. Personally, I doud da udders dow much," he says grimly, and grabs the smelly one by some clothing and hauling it far away from the campsite. After he returns, he sits carefully on the ground, removing his helmet and trying to clean the blood from it. "If it wouldn't be too much to asks, could I possibly get something to ease the pain?" Craven looks terrible, bruised and battered, with blood trickling from wounds on his head.

 

[Thanee]

Lenya

“Well, at least we can't say you are living up to your name,” Lenya says, smiling again.

“I don't know how many potions are left, we should still try to preserve some, I think.”

 

[Endur]

Status
Kerwyn (-15, stable, unconscious)
Craven (-24)
Belaver (-7)
Toriah (-4)
Raner (-17)

Reptile Cultist (-34, stable, unconscious)

Healing Potions Remaining: 2 cure moderate wounds, 1 cure light wounds.
Healing Scroll Remaining: 1 cure light wounds

 

[Pyrex]

Raner Bluestone, Ftr 4, -17hp (of 40)

“I don't know how many potions are left, we should still try to preserve some, I think.”

Raner checks to see how many potions are left and who has them, "Yes, we should try'n save some, but if we get attacked again we may not have time to drink them."

Raner starts cleaning one of the sets of Half Plate and one of the Shields, adjusting the straps & braces to fit his stockier-than-human frame. If no one objects he also takes one of the crossbows & 10 of the bolts, spending a few moments getting a feel for the weapon.

OOC: You didn't specify, but I'm guessing Light Crossbows?

 

[Endur]

ooc: yes, light crossbows

 

[Thanee]

Lenya

“Ok, how about giving Craven the light potion and using the scroll on Kerwyn and keeping the two better ones for Craven and Raner, if they really need them in a tight situation? As far as I can see, you two are the ones who need them the most.”

 

[Seonaid]

When the fight finishes, Toriah takes a look around the room and then throws up in a corner. All of the death and violence has finally caught up with him. After a few moments of gagging, he straightens somewhat and says to the others in a strained voice, "Don' worry--I'll clean this up." He smiles weakly, trying to regain his general good spirits.