Nashkel Mine

Dieter grabs his spear and throws it at the kobold rider "protect the archers! Together! Together!" he moves towards the centre by Stella to give refuge from enemy projectiles behind his tower shield.

hp 23/25
Ac19
Centre of platform by Stella

Dieter deals lethal damage to kobold rider 3

Stella bites her lip at Dieter's warning and shrugs off her bow, keeping close to him. She made the mistake of underestimating these reptiles before, and she wouldn't make the same mistake again.

After the brutality of the last fight, she was starting to see Aiwë's point. If they didn't fight back, and fight fiercely, they could be put in serious trouble. Any attacker would be accepting the risk of death with each assault.

So these creatures who had dealt death, must also be accepting it.

Her eyes become a mix of ice and orange as her body shifts into a dark-night form covered in a constellation, eyes and mouth leaking light.

"Auroth," she says in druidic, calling The Ice Snake's name. It was almost ironic how she was using a reptilian constellation against these reptiles. She draws an arrow as it sheaths itself in ice, then fires it at one of the winged creatures. It bursts and one of its allies flying into the icy shrapnel.
(Ice Knife. Winged Kobold 2 & 3 each take lethal damage.)

"At'ar's," she follows up, drawing an arrow of radiance. She looses it at one of the riders, light smashing into its scaly face. Perhaps the monstrously large bats would be less of a threat without them.
(Starry Form Archer Attack. Rider 1 takes lethal damage.)

HP: 15/17
AC 14
By Dieter

Dieter looks left and right to examine the formation. He notices Runeson making no move to attack. Dieter grabs his axes from his belt and shoves the bundle into Runeson‘s chest "Fight!" he turns his attention back to oncoming attacks "Fight for your right to live!"

"You're more than welcome Runeson, the ability to attack at any range cannot be understated. I'll show you a trick" Dieter says as he unscrews the pummel of his longsword and pulls it free. He then holds the metal weight up to Runeson "no one ever suspects a pummel being hurled at them. Its a bit tricky as your sword is unbalanced now but the shock of the attack followed by violence of action will carry the day." Dieter screws his pummel back on "as for dedicated range weapons I prefer throwing axes as they're small and light while also useful in camp but what you carry is a personal choice and should be made by preference and feel. hp 16/25

Stella clutches her arm and head, battered and bruised as her night-shade skin returns to normal. Nothing wasn't broken, thankfully, but she was getting dizzy.

She holds onto Aiwë for support and reaches into her healer's kit. She pulls out a salve wrapped in leaves, then rolls up her sleeve and ties the leaf and salve onto the arm. She sighs with relief as the pain immediately begins to numb. It would need time to actually heal, but the herbs should help with that too. They were different than the ones she was used to up north, but seemed just as effective.

(Healer's Kit, bringing her up from 4/17 to 16/17 HP)

"Were any of these ones carrying anything like the last ones?" she asks to no one in particular. "Besides rocks..."

When the group is ready, Stella taps out a series of stars once again, trying to make a faerie. She didn't know any faerie constellations, however. The stars flicker, then fade unceremoniously.

She tries again, this time creating a familiar out of a centaur wielding a sword. This time, the constellation flares. "Hail, uh," What did you name a centaur? "Centaur. We seek to liberate this place of intruding danger. Can you help us search and look out for it?"

It kneels its front legs and bows, then rises and gallops off into the darkness.

Dieter takes one of the slings. He tests it for length and gives it a little twirl. "It’s been forever since I’ve used one of these. Back home the youths would sneak into the orchard to try and hit apples from the branches. Sometimes we would shoot the root snakes for lunch. But if we got caught the orchardist would tan our backsides with a fresh switch. When we got older it was all about hunting in the forest with bows." Dieter smiles and lets the last sentence hang, for a moment Dieter is far away from the dark cave very far away. His smile fades as he is brought to the present.

Dieter scans the area for signs of ambush or worse traps.