“Sounds fine to me.. I’ll keep it busy while you light the curtains!” Feldard called back even as he hacked randomly blinded by the light of the curtains.The dwarf swung out with his axe in a wide arc.. using up as much space about him as possible to increase his chance making contact with his foe. Though fighting blind, the dwarf wielded a magical blade, and somehow it found its way into the very hard hide of his foe.
With no supplies to provide the blaze, Hasan instead prepared to launch a magic missile into their opponent. Unable to see the creature in the close quarters of the curtains, Saeth backed away from the light source until she could open her eye. She too had begun to intone like Hasan, but then held back, seeing Maruc prepare to burn the curtains away. Her gesturing hand, however, remained raised, prepared to complete the spell if fire failed them.
Nicolai continued to fire at the creature, muttering “Why couldn’t this be an illusion as well?”
“Its a possibility, Nicolai. But all the other illusions were of beasts renowned for their fear and horror. I don’t get the same feeling from this creature.” Miklos replied.
“Ah, wishful thinking I suppose,” said replied the youthful rogue.
Miklos knew this conundrum was going to frustrate him. Was it some sort of fire elemental, a Fire Mephit? No. No heat and too big. Some form of lesser daemon? No. Maruc felt no evil. Some sort of malevolent faery-spirit? It would be interesting to see if it would be affected by the oil.
Dropping his flail and shouldering his shield, the cleric delved into his back pack and rummaged around for one of his precious vials of lamp oil packed carefully amongst his tunics for safety. “Dwarf! I’m about to burn it so jump out when I say!” He oil-soaked a torn rag and jammed it into its top. He opened the front of his lit lantern and lit the end.
“Excellent, Maruc!” Hasan cheered on the cleric’s efforts. “We’ll either trap this creature in the burning cloth, or flush it so we can bring our numbers to advantage.” Like Saeth, he held his magic arrow in check, waiting for a clear shot.
The strength of the creature’s attacks increased, and Feldard found himself rather thankful that the cleric had talked him into upgrading to the platemail. Feldard’s mind raced… with it’s speed he would be lucky to land even one hit and while burning it out sounded good.. it could just as likely speed out of there before the fire really took. They needed a way to entrap it. That was it!
With his next swing, the dwarf purposely tried snagging the edge of the curtain onto his blade and then charged in towards and then around his opponent trying to encircle it in the blinding curtains voluminous folds.
“Now Feldard!” he cried.
As the dwarf rolled away, the creature’s claws sunk into his flesh. Following Feldard’s command, the cleric dashed the vial into the curtains and scooped up his flail.
The luminescent curtains were quickly engulfed in flame, but their foe quickly rolled away from the flames. The magical red light faded, and the room was now lit my the amber glow of flames as the cloth was burnt away. Before them they finally got their first real glimpse of the creature battling Feldard. The hideous creature was no longer a silhouette of horns, wings and teeth. They could now see its flesh, which was of the same stone texture of the guardian Ular-Taman.
Behind the creature was a shimmering reflection. It was as though the wall of the hallway was covered with some sort of liquid, pulsating mirror. Wounded as it was by the elf’s magic and the dwarf’s blade, the creature quickly walked backwards from the group, and, ducking under the remained of the flaming curtains, it disappeared into the mirrored wall.