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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lazybones" data-source="post: 2190146" data-attributes="member: 143">Oh, just that the demodands were going to be in the area effect of her prismatic spray; she'd planned for the fiends to be bait/distraction while the Cagewrights blasted through the secret wall at their rear. * * * * * Chapter 375It had been a close call.  Dana, brought back to the edge of consciousness by Cal’s intervention, burned one of her remaining high-power spells on a mass cure moderate wounds that drew them back from the brink.  Dannel and Benzan were both alive, although it had been a very close call for the unfortunate elf.  Cal and Dana drew out healing wands and immediately set about doing what they could, completely burning out two of the precious devices in the process.  Dana restored Arun’s health, damaged by the green ray of Freija’s prismatic spray, and soon the effects of the blasphemy and the demodands’ rays of enfeeblement likewise began to fade. “Haven’t had a fight that intense in a while,” Benzan said, wiping his face with a damp cloth as he lay against a nearby wall.  They’d retreated to the chamber at the end of the passageway, a small shrine by the looks of it with a glowing pool of red-hot lava and a stone altar in the center of the floor.  It was hot, and the stench of blood and fiends was strong, but at least it was relatively secure.  A thorough search had turned up no hollow walls or secret doors, or at least none detectable through normal means. “I don’ know ‘ow much more beatin’ I kin take,” Hodge said, sucking in deep breaths as he lay sprawled out on his back near the rear wall of the chamber.  “Gods damned, how many ‘ours we been fightin’ now?  I forget what it be like to sleep…”“We cannot sleep now,” Arun said, and as if to punctuate his words, a slight tremble passed through the stone of the chamber. “This place seems to be shielded from most of the effects of the earth tremors,” Cal said.  “I can only imagine what’s going on in the city above, or on the rest of the mountain.”“Go on then,” Hodge groaned.  “I can nay go no more.”Mole sidled up to Cal and whispered something to her uncle.  The illusionist nodded and dug into his magical backpack for something, finally producing a clouded flask which Mole took over to Hodge, dropping it in his lap.“What’s this?” the dwarf said.  “Another healin’ potion?  Thanks fer the thought, girl, but me body’s fine, it’s me…”His words trailed off as he recognized the label on the flask.  A few (dozen) swallows later, Hodge was back on his feet, if a bit less steadily than before.  “If it waren’t agin me religion, I could kiss ye, gnome.”Benzan had spoken briefly to Dannel, finally handing him a number of his few remaining white-fletched arrows.  “The Thirteen did their worst, and we’re still here,” the tiefling said.  “Let’s finish this thing.”“We did not get our captive… we still don’t know what we’re facing, or how to defuse the threat of the Tree.”“We find it, we destroy it,” Arun said simply. “Perhaps we have another option, after all,” Cal said.  He stood, hefting a small canvas sack, and crossed to the center of the room, dumping its contents upon the altar.  The others gathered around it, Mole stuffing a few looted treasures she’d been examining into her bag of holding before joining them. “Eww,” she said.  The gnome’s prize was a two foot long slug, which looked up at them as if aware of the misery of its fate.</blockquote>

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