Lambor's Hold

Taz stays where she is, and takes aim to try and help Belathor dispatch one of the fey on Narissa.

Projectiles flying, magic whizzing by, blades biting into flesh and bone. It was all too much for the last surviving fey who proceeded to turn tail and run. Before it could get away though, Arphaxad lunged with his massive body to swing to slice at the retreating enemy.

Oi! come back ere ye lil bugger! I forgot to AXE you a question!

As the last fey limp-runned towards the exit out of cleaving range, Arphaxad hefted his battle axe took aim and put everything he got to throw it into the back of the last enemy...

"Everyone ok, anyone need healing?"

"Fine," Narissa says looking at Father Belathor, "thank you for healing me." She let out a breath and shoots a dirty look at a patch of vacant air a ways away. "No I don't think it's very funny, it was annoying thank you very much."

"We should search them, see if there's any information before we set the mine on fire," The tiefling says irritably, "or whatever it is we're planning on doing."

Aye, I only have little stings but I'd still have yer healing priest. better be a tankard full than half empty as we dwarves say HAR!

The last visible foe fell, and Taz relaxed just a little. She stepped back, and bumped into a nearby tree, and decided to lean there for a minute. Now that the urgency of the immediate fight had paused, the aches and pains of all of her wounds announced themselves, and she winced.

"Oof. I'd take a prayer or two," she said, when Belathor offered healing. "Those little buggers were mean," she murmured, rubbing at a sore shoulder. "But hey, we're all still here!" she added, summoning a bit of cheer back. "I think we're doin' alright, so far!"

Cast Cure Wounds

"Much obliged, my friend!" Taz said, grateful for Belathor's care. "I think if we just take a moment to catch our breath, we'll be in good shape to go into the mine after them. What do the rest of you think?" she asked, looking around from one to the other.

Sounds good...beside's I've been wanting to have a reason to drink. And every reason is as good as ever! HAR!

With that, the Dragonborn, sat down on the ground, pulled up a wineskin and poured a drink for himself in a small cup.

Anyone want some of this? it's brandy. Can't compare to what the dwarves back home make but it heats up the belly just as nice.

Narissa points to a small defensible rise in the forest a short way from the clearing and the mine. "We should rest there, they'll have to come up a hill at us if they even see us at all."

The Tiefling sets about searching the corpse before resting. "I don't like having to rest," she complains as she goes about her search, "we have them on the back foot and would do well to keep that pressure up but we have little choice."

Arphaxad was up before the others as he only sustained minor damage. Aye, that's a good idea. I have a mind of taking that rise before we fought those blue goblins or whatever they're called. Don't want to rush but we better press the advantage. Don't want to be on the recieving end of an ambush...

The Dragonborn warrior looked warily towards the forested area where the other fae fled. The elf they were talking to was still unaccounted for and who knows what else she can do. He shouldered is battle axe and strode off towards the edge of the clearing.

"what excitement. soo how's everyone doing? looks like we need rest before pressing on. ill keep watch for trouble. you all lay down and collect yourselves." auras said as she seemed to be in a good mood she also now seemed to be holding a great tome of knowledge that you haven't seen before but you think she had it all the time, a paradox of memories. as everyone was resting auras kept watch keep a weathered eye out for trouble

"We probably shouldn’t rest for too long, lest they come back for more."