pneumatik's WotBS 2 - The Indomitable Fire Forest of Innenotdar

Liiros scowls as the fiend disappears again, just as he had tried to intercept it again. He turns around and heads back towards the lemures, reaching out to stab each one as it gets free of the burning webs. Once they've all vanished, he wipes the blade clean and sheathes it, then takes the shield off his back, strapping it onto his arm where it belongs. After that, he walks back to where his bow had fallen, picks it up, and slings it over his shoulder where it usually rests. Soon he shrinks back to normal size as Torrent's spell wears off.

"What a nuisance. Let's get out of here, before anything else in this cursed forest emerges to harass us," the armored elf insists. He takes the lead, traveling along the middle of the road.
 

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Arshen nods his assent and takes up his previous position in the rearguard once his wounds have been treated with Torrent's wand. "Indeed. The less we tarry about, the better. Who knows what other fiends and monstrosities hath been conjured to waylay us."
 


"I hope we escape the clutches of this place soon," adds Hollister, stroking his beard as he follows the others. "I feel almost useless, since everything here seems to be immune to my preferred element."


[sblock=Spells Prepared]
Spells Prepared
- Level 0: Detect Magic x2, Light x2 + (d) Flare
- Level 1: Mage Armor, Grease, Magic Missile + (d) Burning Hands
- Level 2: Web, Resist Energy, Flaming Sphere + (d) Scorching Ray[/sblock]
 
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Shaylir falls into line with the others, thinking that getting through the forest would be for the best. She puts away her sling and takes out her shield and dagger, carring them at the ready should anything "pop-up" again.

As she walks along she wonders what the vile-bearded little demon wanted excatly. "What did ol'viper beard mean by leave behind the papers?" she asks aloud.
 

"Just some documents that we are charged with making sure safely reach their destination." Hollister shrugs. "And apparently everyone and their dog knows about them"
 

"Hehe," Shaylir starts to giggle but stops aburtly. "Poor doggie didn't have to attack just following his evil master's orders. Well if he shows up again he get more of this and this." she says slashing her dagger in the air in front of her at every "this".

"Where are you taking the papers?" she asks. "Will delievering them help The Green Man?"
 

"This Green Man canst help himself," Arshen pronouces sternly, glowering down at the chirpy halfling. "We have no business with thy pagan idol. Hast thou not taken note that the fiend who lately attacked us was also a 'green man'? Think on the coincidence, if such it is, and consider well thy folly."
 

"Ol'viper beard was a green man, not The Green Man." Shaylir says in all seriousness. "And I don't know much about him myself only that he helped me, me and Fritz once. And... and I think I should return the favor."

Shaylir eyes the monk and then says to Fritz with a grin, "Some people act worse than a badger sometimes Fritz, snip at you when they full and beg and nuzzle you when they are hungry. Mr. Uppty Pants should be thanking The Green Man himself." she says sticking her tongue out at Arshen.


 

Arshen's expression closes up, making his previous sternness look positively cheerful. His mouth is a thin line, his brow a thunder cloud, his eyes twin shards of ice. His voice is level and flat: "hold thy tongue. I have never begged in my life, nor have I needed charity. What aid thou hast provided was of thy own will and for thy own ends - or dost thou forget so soon who stood between thee and the demon?"


[sblock=OOC]Don't want to bog things down with an endless dumb argument. :p But I guess we can be walking as this goes on, and it can be handwaved any time that it's dragging.[/sblock]
 

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