Continuing his charge down the corridor, Ero puts his shortbow over his head and feels for the hardened leather holster on his belt. "Let her dance no more, m'laddos, shake her to her core! Set her feet on fire, or freeze her to the floor!"
Talison stops in his tracks as he hears Ero, looking back and seeing the tall demonic creature performing it's strange occult ritual holding Wudmirk's severed head like a grotesque puppeteer. She reaches around the head with one hand, holding it aloft in her palm with the other. Edhel or no, no Elf deserves that fate. The Meenlocks had taken cover, and were likely laying in wait to strike at the top; Talison had to choose. Turning back to the top of the tunnel, he aims past Jila at a section of wall the Meenlocks had hidden behind and let loose a single bolt before swinging around and charging down the tunnel towards the dark Fey creature below, the crossbow clattering at his side on it's leather strap as he begins to draw his hammer and shield.
"Stop her in her tracks and send her to the devil's dance floor!" Ero finishes as he braces behind his own shield, the heavy clack of his shoes against the stone floor echo back up the tunnel behind him. Korik keeping ten paces behind him while drawing his bow, he shoots over Ero's shoulder and manages to lodge a well-aimed arrow in the wall behind the creature, but not before it drew a sharp edge along her stretched arm. She whinces through it visibly, her chanting becoming steady and measured.
Nix smiles at Ero's rhyme, it reminding her of one from her youth. "Oh Wagon! Oh Wagon! A flagon! A coin!" she begins reciting, taking a careful few steps forward down the tunnel, pushing away from Darrin, Adrik, Bennet and Simon now and getting closer to this fascinating yet deadly-looking being below. "Old Bagon let a hag on and, a dragon's to join." Nix stops, slides one foot forward a little and pushes the other leg back and holds her stance. "The hag stole the wagon,…" quickly giving a tiny jump and pulling her feet together, Nix pushes her hands forward, quickly pushing the small shard of gemstone through the shape she made with her fingers. "… the dragon,…" she focuses on the lattice shape she memorised for this form of her spell. "… the coin…" she thinks of throwing the creature back, of stopping whatever evil she has planned. "Till Old Bagon made thunder…" Nix now grips at the air with her fingers, pulling back on invisible threads and feeling the breeze of power flow along her arm.
"… from his bag in his LOINS!" pushing forward and leaning into the bolt, Nix throws her fingers open, letting a barely visible tauroid billow down the way; flying by the party, it splashes onto the Fey and throws her back a few feet, the clap of thunder as it hits her near-deafening as the close quarters and stone tunnel amplify the effect. Screaming, the creature steps forward again and begins the chanting and humming again, this time peeling down the eyelids of Wudmirk, revealing his dead and bloodshot eyes; the left one, half-transformed, is black and bulbous. Those charging forward are taken aback.
Lorawyn continues her race down the corridor and throws another bolt of ice from her water flask, sliding slightly down the corridor as though surfing, the power of her Feyweave magic apparently spilling over into other effects. Steadying herself, she sees that despite gaining some speed and getting closer, her shard flew wild and smashed into the ceiling.
"NO, YOU'RE RIGHT, SILLY ME. THE MEENLOCKS ARE PROBABLY SELLING CAKES TO RAISE MONEY FOR VETERANS, OR ASKING US TO JOIN THEIR CHURCH, OR INVITING US TO THE 'FOUL CREATURE AND CREEPY CRAWLY JAMBOREE'." Darrin shouts back, almost absent-mindedly throwing a Firebolt through the air and striking the wall where the Meenlocks were as he spits the word Jamboree at the others, mostly Talison, for leaving him nearly alone against the Meenlocks. "I'M SURE THEY'LL BE REASONABLE ENOUGH TO APPRECIATE THAT WE'RE RATHER BUSY!"
As Simon watches Jila hobble past him, he gives a resigned grunt and charges after the warrior Elf, staff in hand. Adrik and Bennet, however, turn and rush towards the Meenlocks, weapons in hand and ready to render assistance to their magical companion. Jila continues up the tunnel, the furthest ahead and closest to the hunched beasts. At Darrin's yelling, he turns back with a raised eyebrow, but continues his charge upwards once he sees that Darrin doesn't notice.
Roll for Initiative (1d20 + Dexterity Bonus). What do you do?
Ero, please make a Wisdom saving throw against Fear.
Korik has 1 level of exhaustion, meaning he has disadvantage on all ability checks. This does not include saves or attacks.
Lorawyn has 1 level of exhaustion, meaning she has disadvantage on all ability checks. This does not include saves or attacks.
Talison has 2 levels of exhaustion, meaning he has disadvantage on all ability checks. This does not include saves or attacks. His speed is also halved.