The chaotic scene unfolds quickly, with each hero trying to save their guide the best way they know how.
The halfling goes to work inspecting the mechanism, which happens to be within a human sized arm reach of the surface. Noting her somewhat smaller arms, Ipshivi scales the wall much like a spider to get a closer look at the device.
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You ascertain that the substance on the mechanism is to protect it from the jungle elements, and does not radiate any magic to your warlock sight.
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Meanwhile Yoggrith and Aeranduil formulate a plan, where the bulky halfork would serve as an anchor for the nimble and light elf. Just about this time, Voadam's mind realizes that his boots are still on his feet, and quickly activates them, gathering up the unsuspecting elf before plunging downwards into the pit.
The sight is gruesome, indeed, as your eyes adjust to the dark conditions at the bottom of the pit -- Ganyon's body is pierced in several locations by sharpened branches and logs, haphazardly oriented to inflict the highest amount of damage to flesh and bone.
Ganyon's tongue lolls around in his agape mouth unconsciously, and his chest heaves slightly. Even an uneducated man could surmise that the life force was quickly fading from him.
Aeranduil quickly taps the wand to Ganyon and invokes the healing effects of the short baton. Many of the mans wounds seal, and his breathing takes on a more regular rhythm, a moment before his eyes shoot open.
"CRIKEY! Am I dead?" He barely gets out in a low, hoarse voice,"Wait -- I'm in da bottum ov da pit, ain't I? I shudda seen it......"
He coughs several times and reaches out his hand for help pulling himself up off of the spikes.
"Lenda man a hand, no?"