If he is able to get into position Fingal lunges out with his blade

"Ah, Flint, perhaps I could have a look at the eye patch?" Raquinel inquires.

"Aye, this place gives me a chill down my spine... I'll scout it out, and yes, your ring would be very useful. I will return it, thieves honor." With that he slips the ring on and as silently as possible treks inwards.

Why, of course Albertus. Tis not often I find a Cleric asking me to use my skills. He proceeds cautiously, searching about the cave mouth. He's not sure what he's looking for, but all the while he keeps his mind open to anything.

Aurora trails along with the party, and stands waiting for the results of vonnns listening. The entire sort of natural complex around her truly intrigues the young witch. While Vonn listens she studdies the walls around her and the foliage growing around them (if any).

The party stopping in their tracks before her she stops, puzzled. Raquinel whispers sharply What do you see, Indwillen?

Fingal reels back a couple steps just until he is open to strike with his blade.

Watching from concealment Fingal is shocked by what he see's, as this beast "manhandles" his comrades. Luna, it killed her that quickly? Finding an inner reserve of courage, he slinks out from brush and trees with his shortsword drawn and rushes in to place the blade between the great Owl ...

Finding her memorized spells particularily useless she rushes to the reeling Hobbits side, and brings her staff down upon the assailant's skull.

Taking into consideration the wizards words Aurora again locks her attention on the man, and with force demands "Your name, newcomer."

Fingal draws his shortsword, then attempts to slink into the shadows of the foliage around him.

Raquinel awkwardly swings down with her staff again.

With her spell wiped from her mind the disformed woman takes up her quarter staff and readies herself to deflect a blow. She stays behind her comrades, contimplating what to do next.

Fingal study's his provisions, going over the equipment in his bag. Evidently it occurs to him that he is well set, and doesn't require many other supplies. He inquire his friends, Are there any costly things we are all splitting for our journey?

Slightly intrigued despite the grotesque formation of the creatures, Raquinel follows the fighters forward, and mutters incantations in a magical language. Whilst chanting she wiggles her fingers deftly, letting loose a bright ball of energy towards a creature. Dmg- 1d4+1=3. Is a 3rd level magic use...

Raquinel stumbles along, a little disoriented, keeping behind the more combat ready party members

"A second rope, fresh carcasses, and a strange screeching sound. Two of these three add up, I wonder what's causing that awful sound. the witch follows whoever leads the way, muttering to herself, something about "head-aches" and "rancid smells".

Quickly looking over the equipment her companion lent her, she nods to the mage. "I'm prepared my friend, you lead and I shall follow.

The deformed woman's eyes catch the magical event unfolding beyond the confines of her study. The realization of the potential advantages spurs the mage to gather herself, and produce a vial of oil from her bag. She uncorks it, and spillls the contents onto the floor in a corner. Using water from he...