“Good. Then it is decided… we stay and continue on,” the dwarf glanced to towards the priest, “using forethought as much as possible”. Feldard looked over the group. “So we are to burn out the spiders. And if we come across more undead then our good priest will no doubt call down his gods wrath upon them. Speaking of which, how many flasks of holy water do you carry? Or was that the one and only?”
“After we lob this in, how many flasks of oil will be left?” asked Nicolai. “And Saeth, do you want to do this or shall I?”
“Holy water is time consuming to bless,” responded Maruc. “I was priviledged with one bottle, but I have two flasks of oil. They will prove more useful I think.”
Saeth was largely recovered from healing, and by now had realized that she was not, in fact, charging in to face the Queen of Dragons. Neverless, she was still a little shaky, and her side burned as if the she held her torch to it, rather than up in the air. “Perhaps it would be better if you made the toss,” She said, grimacing slightly.
Maruc rubbed his eyes. Even after the meditation and the last healing rite on Feldard, he felt drained. “A wise choice would be to allow me to rest further so that we may tackle to rest of the house fully refreshed. We will be on the back foot otherwise. What do you say? Shall we rest up or press on without the aid of Halav? I personally am in favour of the former as we are likely to meet further and more serious unpleasentness deeper in. But if you are all resolved to go, I will follow naturally. I would not desert my friends!”
The dwarf was impatient, but the priest and his prayers have proved useful. Feldard settled himself to wait. “Fine. We’ll wait… but I ain’t hiking to the next town. I’m here now and here is where I’m staying.”
“I should take advantage of the time, and cast my sleep incantation at the spiders and meditate for another one whist Maruc prays. Thusly saving our precious oil for the future and solving the immediate problem of being attacked by spiders while we wait. With the added advantage of stopping any other creatures from attacking us from futher within the castle as the webs would still obstruct the passage. Burning the webs might attact unwanted attention as well. This solution meets all our worries, save that of impatience.” Miklos studied his companions, faced for a response.
At Miklos’ suggestion, Feldard raised an eyebrow. “Wasn’t it you earlier, lecturing me about keeping the group together? The spiders and their webs will wait. The spiders weren’t on the webs in the hall, so we’d have to attract their attention and in doing so we might gain the attention of something we aren’t prepared for. No. Maruc wants us to plan ahead. Fine, I’m doing just that! We stick together and deal with the spiders as a group!”
Miklos laughed, “You are absolutely right Master Dwarf thank you for the correction. My thoughts were only directed at the immediate problem, and not the task as a whole. However, I see little risk in my plan, which can be achieved at distance. I have practiced and with confidence I can summon the magic for a futher sleep spell if necessary. The main advantage is that I can use the time Maruc is meditating, and regain the spells to help futher into the castle.”
The Elf nodded. As much as it galled her to be left in the rear yet again, her side still stung too much to protest much.
“I was thinking of using the oil as this would clear the webs as well as killing the spiders, although I thought we had more oil than that,” interjected Nicolai. “I’m also assuming the light glands from the Fire Beetles are still going strong.”
“I’d agree with you normally but as we have the luxury of time and limited oil I felt ‘why use it now?’ when we have a reasonable alternative,” replied the young mage.