Sorithar

Group B

Dolan holds his shot, with things seemingly under control.

Baldin calls on the Morninglord again, this time to send a powerful surge of healing energies through Daltin as the enraged warrior continues to wail on the cultists. As he does this, the cultists in burning armor gives out a cry of pain and collapses to the stair floor, the stench of burning flesh assaulting everyone's nostrils, eliciting involuntary gags.

Invigorated by the burn and cooling of the Morninglord's blessings, Daltin lashes into the cultist before him all but tearing the poor soul apart with his massive axe and toppling him over.

Yohan withdraws, wounded, looking some a breath before joining the fray again.

Beldas taunts the scythe wielding cultist, the only one still standing save his acolyte ally below.

Another pair of dragon shaped bolts of dark energy slam painfully into Daltin from below, but their source, the wand wielding cultist turns to run down the stairs and disappear into darkness.

The scythe wielding cult caster glances back and then follows his companion's example, fleeing down the stair and into darkness beyond.

The dwarves breath a sigh of relief but do not relax as they move to secure the chamber from any second wave of attackers...

Group A

The lone remaining dwarf warrior nods grimly at the both of you and moves to stand at the mouth of the stair, watching defensively as you lean down to examine the fallen. One certainly appears worse for ware and though Finwe is no physician, he can tell the dwarf needs aid. Stuffing a wafer in his mouth and crushing it brings the gasping dwarf back to consciousness. He almost leaps at Finwe before regaining his sense and looking about. Thanking you, he helps to check his fallen companions. Kealea and one of the dwarves seem beyond aid, the last seem unconscious and bleeding but not quite dead. The dwarf that had fled in a panic returns to the chamber around this point in time, his axe in hand and looking about, moves to aid in securing the stair.

It takes some work to find the path you'd cleared to the concealed entrance of old and having done so, Morn and Rodin set to work. A while later, with little trouble, but several castings of his cantrip and some leg work, you've managed to lay a trail of scented fine dirt from the discovered environs of the giant ants to the cracked stone wall leading to the corridor where you'd first encountered the kobolds.

As you descend the sloped sinkhole into the cavern where the cracked stone wall is found, Jesse, who would not help but tag along with Rodin and Morn, notes that this time, no kobold scout seemed to be scurrying off into the crack when you arrived, as one had done the other day.

Simimar and Lathai enjoy your company for the evening and laugh when the young bard Morn, with a glint in his eye, tells his tale of the Roost, though not before raising eyebrows instinctually at his mention of the ancient elven outpost and nodding in silent acknowledgement. They remind him that the Harpers like to spin tall tales too, though most contain some measure of truth, for words can be powerful tools to encourage and discourage alike.

Unfortunately, the two scouts have little in terms of information to offer Rodin or the company about the Roost or it's current denizens, noting only that kobolds are generally quite fearful and simple minded creatures and that the larger inspects, while defensive of their homes as their smaller counterparts would be, are not generally aggressive unless provoked.

After the scouts leave and you have a moment to collect your thoughts on the strategy for the day as the silky mists of the morning that give the nearby Dale its name give the illusion the ruin is a castle in a cloud.

Agreeing to try the young bard's strategy, you prepare for the task when it dawns on you that you'll need to move fast not to draw the fey's attention if you're to move past the pool as your path to the ants...

Group B

With everyone engage in close combat, Dolan hesitates again.

Baldin calls on the Morninglord to bolster him with his blessings. The armor of the cultist he'd targeted begins to appear reddish, searing the cultist within who shouts out in pain.

The cultists drops the potion in his hand, shattering it on the stone stairs, as Daltin slashes him open when he exposes his chest. Daltin then follows this by dropping another cultists the stair floor bleeding.

Taking a step forward Yohan smashes both mace and shield into the cultist just below him.

Beldas, steps into Yohan's previous position, taking up his flank at the top of the stair.

Another pair of dragon shaped bolts of dark energy slam into Daltin from below.

One of the cultists steps up the stair over his fallen companion's body to wrap around Yohan and attacks Daltin. The cultist before Yohan attacks the holy warrior. Both manage to draw blood. The cultist attacking Yohan even strikes a vital spot under his armor, but somehow, Yohan manages to evade the worst of it. The cultist, his armor clearly heating up quickly seems only slightly encouraged between grimces.

The scythe wielding cult caster steps up beside his cultists warrior and slashes at Yohan, drawing blood as the broad scythe slashes across the holy warrior's chest.

The dwarves, Bettargh included, let fly another volley of arrows at the cultists. Once sinks into the arm of the cultist afflicted with Baldin's supplication again! He seems rather weakened standing before Yohan.

Group A

The last standing skeletal orc, unperturbed by it's companions destruction, swings it's falchion and Finwe almost severing an artery and drawing blood. Had it been living it might be gleeful.

The holy hammer smashes into the last skeleton and shatters it with ease. it then vanishes as if it never were. Finwe completes another incantation and another small bead of flames hurls froth to bloom into a massive roar of flames as the webbing is engulfed and a wave of heat flows over Finwe and the other defenders. When the flames clear a breath later, the arcane webbing is no more and so are the zombies and cultists who were trapped within!

The two cultists below eye Finwe for a breath. One points a wand at him and utters a commend. A pair of dragon shaped bolts of dark energy fly swiftly towards him only to dissipate harmlessly as they collide with his warding and fizzle out. The cultist with the wand curses and both turn on their heels and run down away into darkness.