Now what? wondered Kjellan to himself. He had barely turned to start making his way to the place where he had left Durgis, when another commotion broke out behind him. As he whirled around to see what was going on, he could not believe his eyes.
The twice-dead dwarf had risen yet again and was threatening to rip out Dunk's throat!
"NO!!! UNCLE!!!" screamed Kjellan. The dwarrow raced across the chamber, intent on helping Eirik and Nefario pull the undead horror off of Dunk.
Nefario jumped a little as the dwarf attacked Dorin; he wasn't sure if he was more frustrated or surprised at the fell springing back to "life".
He cursed under his breath, and before he could try to aid him, his other companions had already sprung into action. With Eirik next to the Fell, the Fell on Dunkan, and the others about to....something. He didn't want to risk hurting his companions. He moved him self closer to the action, and waited for a chance to safely sink his knife into the Fell, or he hoped this would happen.
Of course not, stupid fell and their giant bonus to bluffing to be really dead when they're not.
Eirik is running over and attacking the fell on the ground. Between the flanking bonus from Dunkan, the prone penalty to the Fell, and the grappling condition penalty, he should have a decent bonus to hit. He's spending an action point to maximize the damage roll.
Eirik spun in place as the struggling pair dropped to the ground. He couldn't believe what was happening. He should have been dead!
Eirik gritted his teeth and grabbed his dagger off of his belt. He had apparently left both his bow and staff on the wagon before they had made their way through the tunnel, which he only barely remembered at this point. He ran over to Dunkan and the other Dwarf and struck at the Fell.
He wasn't the greatest fighter but desperation to save their guide drove him and he cut as deeply as he could.
Riddar looked at their options. It was possible the Dwarves hadn't had time to disable the lift and that would be the fastest way out. But there was too large a chance that they had and they would all die. He opted instead for the longer and hopefully safer way out.
"Stairs! Up the stairs and watch your footing!" He shouted back. The room was dangerous and if Clouses reaction was any indicator it was going to get worse fast. He then started running.
Clouse shook off the flakes, he had heard stories of how corrosive mythril could be. Stories of dwarves who would tie a goblin down and place a single flake on the top of his head and wait till it came out his bottom. Clouse imagined a worse fate if all of those shavings inside got caught in an explosion.
“Metal is heavier then air it will settle down, we should go up” He said quickly but trying not to press any inflection that he was in charge. Clouse still had to watch his place. "Just leave the explosives at the door, we should try to seal this room if we can.”
He frantically rummaged through his pack. Grabbing a small blanket he began wrapping his face up, getting ready for the worst. He signaled to Red to do the same.