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.