Chapter 1: The Prophesy

Wordlessly Lilcyra snaps her finger, another blast at the lone drow. Won't be long now, he can't beat us all... Perhaps this careless attitude is what's granting the guard a chance at revenge?

Your going down now. Corelief calls out as he viciously attacks the Drow.

"They should have surrendered. Strange they did not." Darastrix grips his wound.

Corelief grabs up another weapon, Get what you can off them. We need to move. He doesn't even care who or why they were there it appears. Once again his mind is on one track. He does uselessly tries wipe of some of the Drow's blood that Darastrix nicely gave him from killing a Drow.

Darastrix looks around to see if any others were wounded.

"We made a bit more noise than is probably healthy for us right now. Let's make a quick sweep of the room for anything useful, and then bugger off," Baenroth suggests. He looks around for anything that might be useful, in particular herbs, charcoal, incense, and brass bowls.

Darastrix will see if either drow has potions as well as something he could use to stick the large book he has in. If they have shields he will claim one.

Corelief doesn't care for the delay but doesn't say anything contrary. He just stand and watches guard.

Corelief will loot a backpack while watching over for trouble. He already has a dagger and shortsword and not to interested in more daggers or he would have retrieved the one the Drow threw at him. I'm assuming that I can get a pouch off one of the dead Drows. Corelief like to have one. He is on the touch lacking side.

Darastrix takes an empty back pack putting the book in it. Daggers can be used for many things so he takes one. If he can fit a miscellaneous book he will take one too.
"Herbs may help. They should be brought."

Wincing in a bit of pain he prepares to move on.

Ok

Baenroth will take a dagger, the gold and silver coins to divide up later, a backpack, the bag of herbs, and any books in a language he can read in his backpack for later study.