Let’s Get Out of Here


Feldard strained throughout the battle to hear what was going on. How were his companions faring? He thought he could make out the clerics voice for a time. Time seemed to crawl. Then the sounds of battle ended. It was over for now. Ah.. there was the clerics voice congratulating someone. Relief flooded the dwarf. Now perhaps something could be done for Hernane and himself in regards to this paralysis.

Hernane inwardly sighed with relief when the sounds 0f battle died away, now perhaps she could recover and talk to Feldard and put their past behind them and she could return to Rockhome. She shivered, the two encounters with the beast had unnerved her—yet she would not allow her rescuers to see that, her clan pride would not allow that. She hoped that Feldard and his friends were alright and that they were all safe—only time would tell.

Maruc took a deep breath and pushed himself out of the rocky corner. Turned and idly traced the four inch groove in the wall that told of the last hate driven orc-stoke. Maruc grinned and thanked Halav for seeing them through. He stepped over the corpse toward the elf that had pretty much saved his life.

Hasan withdrew his blade from an orc that fell near Stephen. Despite a terrible wound to his own shoulder, he had managed to fight his way forward to the embattled humans, stemming the orcs progress toward the great hall of their master and the defenseless dwarfs. But the adrenaline now failed the elf. He collapsed, exhausted himself, clutching his right arm tightly to his chest.

Maruc greeted the elf with a resounding clap of the arm. “Well done, my good elf,” he congratulated Hasan, who staggered at the blow to his shoulder.

“Zounds, Maruc,” gritted the elf, as he collapsed to the floor, his shoulder blaring with pain. The elf slammed the floor in futility with his left fist, unable to move his sword arm comfortably.

“Sorry old boy, we’ll soon have that fixed.” the priest chuckled.

As Maruc ministered the elf, Tekaryon thanked the group. “Ye have saved me again.” The gnome had grabbed one of the orc’s swords, but its size had proved unwieldy for the diminutive gnome, and so he had been of little value in the battle.

“That spider,” Hasan muttered, “someone must watch the spider. We cannot face attack again.”

“Prudence, ever the mark of a creature of longevity.” said Maruc. “I quite agree. Though I suspect we have a few minutes at least, unless it is blessed with unerring stamina and is more fearless than it has demonstrated.”

“For now I shall go about my business,” the priest checked over Hernane. “Youll be fine in a few moments my dear. Miklos. Please make her confortable, thank you.” He looked at the ashen faced Dwarf. “Feldard I shall administer first.” he announced. He leant closer to the dwarf. “Because right now you can’t complain,” a smile creepng across his face.

“Stephan, no don’t get up. Lets have a look at you. Oh yes, ahh. Lift your arm. Hmm. Well done. Say ‘Ahhh’.”


“Good, now you look silly.” Maruc was enjoying himself now as he blessed the wounded warrior. “No poison? Bless me, Halav watches over you better than I. Good now sit there a moment.”

“Hasan, no you’re fine I’ll come over.” Maruc looked at his arm, “No I’m not that cruel. I won’t manipulate it again.” He placed a gentle ungloved hand on the elf and healed him too.

“Excellent, Excellent. Miklos we’ll make a stretcher bearer of you yet!”

Miklos fetched and carried for the cleric for a while then collected and arranged the lightstones around the area. Whatever that creature was Miklos guessed it didn’t like light. Its cordon might keep it at bay while the cleric did his work. “I suggest we leave these tunnels, at least for a while, to rest. I’m undecided as to whether we should return. The goblins came in here for a reason but the longer we take to find out the more time we put between us and Vlaak and his Goblinoid and Brigand warband.”

“Ahh?”, Stephan was confused by the ministrations of the priest but greatly appreciated them, nonetheless.

Hasan’s mutterings of the spider started him groping for the his light stone. “Must be here some wheres,” the words weakly sputtered out.

“What’s that, lad?” Maruc asked.

But then it was obvious that Miklos had the need for securing the light stones in hand.

Stephan, upon assessing his condition, was surprised to discover a greater level of gumption still in him than he thought possible after this desperate battle. He rose and tried to help organize the scattered belongings of the tattered group so as to make a quick exit.

“Yes, I agree. Let’s get out of here. That spider can’t be far.”

Unfortunately, the spider had fled down the passage from which they had come. Now the group had to decide whether to follow it or to venture into the unknown.

There was also the matter of all the various orcs and goblins they had captured. Still enshrouded in the spider’s webbing, the two wolfskull and orc remained paralyzed. The orc was the most conscious of the three, and was understandably terrified. Additionally, one of the goblins appeared conscious, while the other appeared to have finally died from the wounds it had sustained during its capture by the spider. And there were the orcs that had been trapped by the mage’s webs. Though the gnome had been fairly useless in combat, he had at least had the good sense to use his captured longsword to clobber the ensnared orcs until the others could help secure them.



Filed under D&D, Dungeons & Dragons, rpg

10 responses to “Let’s Get Out of Here

  1. Feldard: +7hp
    Hasan +5hp
    Stephan +10hp

    Maruc: 10xp+5xp+10xp
    Miklos: 10xp+5xp
    Feldard: 10xp+5xp
    Hasan: 10xp+10xp
    Stephan: 10xp+5xp

    Maruc: 18,975/24000
    Miklos: 19,070/20000
    Feldard: 19,050/34000
    Hasan: 18,155/32000
    Stephan: 17,990/32000

  2. Stephan

    Stephan felt the healing waves of Havlav through the works of his faithful servant, Maruc.

    “Havlav be praised,” the gratitude was clear on the fighter’s face.

    Considering the predicament, Stephan offered, “We leave the spider snacks here. Except for Hernane and Tekaryon, of course. I say we head out the only way we know. The spider is wounded and won’t seek a fight. And….”, Stephan was speaking as the thoughts came to him. “…we bring the lightest of the spider snacks,” he gestured to the still webbed humanoids, “to use as bait. It may be that the spider will be satisfied to get one back and we can make our retreat while it’s tidying up its food.”

    He looked over the dead, web-tattooed orcs for any items they may have had to control the spider.

  3. Dirk

    Hey – DM — do we have even more humanoid problems? what has happened to the three orcs that Miklos ensnared? fled back to the unknown areas from where they came? still trapped? Perhaps miklos put them to sleep (cast from spellbook) while he was playing nurse to Maruc’s physician? i think we all forgot about them between the “overcoming orcs” and “let’s get out of here” posts.

  4. Stephan

    Stephan took a second look at Maruc.

    “Maruc, you are gravely wounded! Would that I could channel the healing power of Havlav to you, his trusted servant!

    “I see you’ve at least bound your own wounds. Don’t carry that, I can do if for you.”

  5. Stephan

    [OOC: I keep getting Halav wrong. I just realized the mistake. Should be “Halav” not “Havlav”.]

  6. Feldard

    Feldard lay immobile, unable to move, despite the clerics healing. ‘A lot of good that did me!’ the dwarf silently fumed. The paralysis would eventually wear off – Feldard was certain of that.. but “when?” was the question eating away at him. Being hauled around by his companions like a sack of ore was not appealing to the dwarven warrior. But it seemed he had little choice in the matter.
    Then the dwarf had a humorous revelation. Most likely the others would debate what to do at such length that the poison would fade before they even made up their minds. That notion while mollifying in someways was actually quite troublesome to the warrior in Feldard.
    The group was so diverse, with so many differing ideas on what to do and how to do it; they truly needed leader that would be acceptable to all. A person to make these decisions swiftly – keeping their goals in sight. Of course as Feldard lay unmoving, listening to the discussion unfold, he envisioned himself in such a role.

  7. Stephan

    Stephan looked to Prince Hasan, who seemed to possess the rights of leadership in this group he’d joined. Perhaps this elf would see the logic of his suggestion to proceed out by the only known path. He hoped Hasan would lead them all.

    Staring at the stricken Feldard for a moment, he could see a scowl fixed upon the dwarf’s face. ‘He’ll live,’ thought Stephan. But he’ll surely die one day with a scowl on his face. In the short time he’d known the dwarf, he had already started to dislike the low-stature humanoid. Not being one to find fault and pick fights, Stephan couldn’t quite identify what it was about the dwarf that irritated so much. He was glad, strangely, to see him immobile. Especially his mouth. ‘I’m sure he’d have something bitter and impatient to say if he could,’ thought Stephan.

    Stephan, upon seeing not much decisiveness in Hasan, looked to Miklos. The mage’s obvious intelligence was magnetic. Surely he would see the wisdom in Stephan’s suggestion and have the sway to lead them out.

  8. Hernane

    Hernane, lay silent waiting for the effects of the spiders venom to wear off, having been in this position before, she knew it would take a bit of time and there was nothing she could do to hurry up the process.

    She thought that as soon as she could she would set things straight with Feldard and then hopefully stay with the group until she could safely make her own way back to Rockhome. In the meantime, she had gathered from conversations that the beast was still alive, injured and lurking somewhere nearby. She hoped the group would move in the opposite direction to where ever the spider had last be seen. She hoped that Feldard was ok, and could only inwardly smile at the frustration he must be feeling at his predicament.

  9. Hasan

    Hasan shivered at the human cleric’s warm, healing touch. There was no doubt this man had a strange bridge to the divine. He arose and flexed his arm. Already, the shoulder felt as limber as it had been before.

    “Though I would return to see from whence these orcs have come, for now I would go toward the spider as well, Stephen. Fighting one is better than many, no matter how ominous that one may be. But I don’t think we can go anywhere before the dwarfs can move. So in the meantime, let’s enjoy the quiet,” the elf observed. He gathered up one of the lightstones, pulled out his spellbook, and flipped through the familiar pages. “Miklos, have you considered the implications of the creation of a missle from the vacuum? Do you think the energy and mass are substitutes?”

    Miklos came over, quickly forgetting his surroundings. The two magicians were quickly knee deep in a discussion of physical theory. Tekaryon joined the conversation, but the mages soon tired of his excited shouting about an exponential relationship between energy and mass. They gave the gnome a lightstone, hammer, dagger and storm lantern, and the gnome happily wandered away, chatting all the while to Stephen, to Maruc, and to nobody in particular, about light refraction and color.


    Tekaryon came back, 30 minutes later, from his wanderings. He had plunged the dagger into the lantern and wrapped it in the omnipresent, now luminous webbings of the great spider. The lantern cast a baleful green light, instead of the cool white tones the stone showed before. The gnome grinned at his colleagues, shifted the blade subtly, and cheery yellow sunlight burst forth. The gnome squealed with glee.

    (Hasan will memorize as many magic missile spells as time permits.)

  10. Stephan

    [OOC: Just gotta say, fantastic post by Hasan. Love the nod to physics.]

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