OOC: It pains me to do this, but I do it with the expectation that the game is not over. Consider it a roleplaying challenge. The temple of Pelor is not far away.
*clatter of dice* In one truly terrifying moment, the worst possible combination of events comes to pass. Rex's fresh necklace of fireballs goes off, nearly incinerating Verra, Lysander, Darian, and Rex (30d6 damage. Everyone made their saves, but still takes 45 damage). Bellus watches his friends fall to the ground, dead or dying.
Four magic missles appear from thin air and streak towards Verra, exploding into his chest (18 damage).
Bellus longs to help his comrades, but the dwarf keeps him busy, hitting once with his rune axe (8 damage). Bellus responds with swift counterstrikes, hitting the dwarf three times (14 damage).
The female mage flies down to the bodies and examines Verra closely. She calls out, "Cehvat, the battle is over. This Chosen is finished. We will return to base for another bloodhound."
The dwarf steps back warily, eyeing Bellus with a smug expression, daring the gnome to press the attack.