Lorawyn quickly shakes the fear from clouding her mind, feeling reassured by herself and her connection to the Feyweave. Calling deep once again, she feels the lightness of being that comes with her casting a spell. As she tosses forth the droplets of water from her waterskin, she holds out her hand again to will the ’Weave into freezing it. It flies towards Nix, who quickly jumps backwards and crosses her arms in front of her, the slightest of winds waving through her hair. She soars over the gathering grubs on the ground, a few of them raising up on their hind sections as though reaching for her, small mandibles snapping.
As the shard of ice crashes where Nix stood, it bounces and crushes a single grub, seeming almost like a dud, before breaking itself apart and shooting straight out, acting more like a deliberate fragmentation and impaling rather than a random shattering. Many of the grubs get impaled. Dozens more gather in large clumps.
Korik takes out his bow, quickly stringing it and pulling an arrow. As he hunkers low, he fires across the swarm, cutting several of the creatures, making best use of his chosen weapon as opposed to firing straight at a single grub. Jila looks up at him, nods, and turns to charge the swarm with the hilt of his sword, squashing several beneath it.
Talison and Adrik, Elf and Dwarf, take their weapons in hand and, side by side, begin smashing the swarm trying to reach Nix. Small parts of the grubs fly hither and tither, spreading a fine goop on the floor where they once were, their yellow blood smelling most pungent and cutting.
After a few seconds, what at once was a strange threat is almost liquidised by the combined efforts of the party. Only a few remain, chasing Jila and Darrin. Darrin’s fists fly open, a short burst of flailing hands throwing tiny jets of burning flame that seem to ctach him as much as they incinerate the encroaching carpet of wormy critters. Jila, however, finds himself unable to keep up. 5 finger-length grubs start crawling up his legs, finding a gap in his armour and burrow into him, his strangled cry betraying his pain. Before anyone can get to him, his eyes roll back into his head and he collapses dead. The five grubs then push their way out of his left eye socket, seeking new targets…
Bennet stands shocked for a moment, then snaps to as he sees Jila convulse with the last grub leaving him. Bennet screams at the top of his lungs, the sound echoing throughout the chamber and down the corridor, and charges forward, double-foot leaping into the air and landing, forcfully, onto the grubs. Squish!
The grubs are gone.
The corridor ahead, as Wudmirk reports, opens into the former entrancehall. There are five possible directions to go. There is a mezzanine level above with an exit to the left of the room and another exit to the right, with the rotting wood supports of the former stairs off to the side. Getting up there will be an effort. There is a stone stairway down, straight ahead about 80 feet from the door, and there are two more doorways, both with the rotting remains of wooden doors in them, to the left and right, mirroring the locations of the upper floor. Wudmirk suggests that the upper levels be searched, as the lower levels would surely have been flooded over the years and any valuables ruined. You can hear, down those steps, the dripping of water echoing from below. Darkness greets you down each exit, with only the stairs down giving the added bonus of a mouldy smell and a cold draught.
Simon suggests catching a breath after all the commotion, although Geran does not want to wait a whole hour before moving on.
What do you do?
Also, what would Talison like to do with Jila? You can put him with the others or leave him be.
Geran and the Edhel Elves, if you choose to stop and rest, will move on without you. Stopping for an hour as Simon suggests, however, will allow you to recover any lost hit points (Roll your Hit Dice and recover that many hit points), and also restore any abilities that need a short rest to recharge, such as Lorawyn’s breath weapon.