Chapter 2: Fell Tunnels

One of the smaller derro jumps in front of Hrafe's charge, forcing the barbarian to confront him instead. It doesn't go well for him, unless he wished that one of his parents wasn't dwarvish, in which case he's doubly successful, because now he's two half-derro. Both of him flop to the ground rather unceremoniously.

Another derro nearer to Edgar finds that being a pincushion is rather inimical to life.

Makasi gets a glancing blow on the derro, but it is not enough of one to distract him from his goal.

As the two derro fall, you feel more than hear a psychic dissonance roll through your heads.Makasi tries to strike at the more mechanically inclined derro, but her attempt falls a bit short. Her halberd scrapes along it's ragged armor until it finally glances off, leaving nothing more than a long, thin, cut. Painful, no doubt, but not significant. As she recovers her stance, the e silent scream forces her, along with the rest of you, all back a pace.

The smaller derro advance on Makasi as she struggle to recover your senses, lashing out at you with their fists and their teeth, fighting like madmen, which, of course, they are. Makasi easily turns aside their attacks, though they are preventing her from moving safely to assist anyone else.

The larger derro, having felt Hrafe's challenge even if it was not fulfilled, leaps into combat, gnashing his teeth as his foul breath splashes into Hrafe's face. It's bent, rusted axe, swings toward him, and finds its target.

Hrafe is able to at least nick the derro he's mixed up with, Makasi is unable to do even that. By the time she's finished her swing, it's on here again, but at least Edgar's got the attention of the other remaining one. The larger one seems to take a perverse pleasure in getting screamed at and returns the insults incoherently, spittle flying from his lips in the apparent belief that the volume of the screaming is more important than the words.