Fallen Angel [IC]

Fanog said:
"Everyone alright? Riejar, still with us?"

Riejar staggers and drops to the ground, but sitting upright. His face pale white and mouth contoured in obvious pain. “Guess that will teach me to be a little more patient.”
 

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"Thanks again. Akaros." Michael checks upon the other ogre creatures, making sure they're dead by cutting off their heads.
 

Lomas will retrieve his everburning torch from his belt and float near the entrance to the tunnel. He will keep eye and ear trained in that direction in case any other creatures should wander along.
 

OOC: To all, I have a lot of things going on and I am not able to post as often as I like. Its not fare to everybody else, so I am going to bow out. I am very sorry for any trouble this causes but hopefully, someone that can post more will take my place.
Since I was so close to death, perhaps Erekose will decide that I was killed in combat. Again, I am sorry.
 

((np Thrarn, I am glad that you were able to join us and I hope that you enjoyed my first game dming here.

For everyone else. This dungeon is not very long and as I said I am going to be just running this as a a short one-off game, so if everyone is okay with it, I will run Riejar as an NPC till the end.))
 

While Akaros sets about healing everyone, Thomas searches the body of the ogre-mage. He finds only the creature's armour and weapon. Michael checks the bodies of the other bug-ogres after making sure that they are dead. They too have nothing but their weapons and armour.

Syfis floats back down the corridor that she had found Arithel in. Once she arrives there she releases her spell. Suprised Arithel looks up at her and asks, "Are you the angel that came to me earlier in the ball of light?" He coughs hard and it sounds like he is hacking up a lung. He looks a thin from his capture, but beyond malnourishment and the cough he looks like he has not been harmed. Yet there is a radiance about him, something the pervades the air in the small dank room, something almost palpably holy. "Are you here to rescue me, angel?"
 


Hmm, that's disappointing, Thomas thinks as he leaves the body of the ogre-mage. "This one doesn't seem to be carrying anything", he announces. "Michael, I think we should wait for a moment. She is quite fast while flying, we would hear if she ran into trouble. By the way, the other two ogre-bugs had some gems, two apiece. Did that one carry gems as well?"
 

"No way" says Akaros. "She´s no longer gaseous, so if she finds something will have problems. And I´m not going to continue here hearing the rain and twiddling my thumbs, that fight heated me" continues as he removes from his armor one of the icicles created by the cone of cold.
 

OOC: Someone, do we actually know that?

Michael replies: "Nope, nothing. Just mundane weapons and armor as far as I can tell."
 

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