Eldor realized he'd put too much value on his fire abilities and just hoped that if not a bright explosion at leat the flaming arrow would make the creatures think a little before the attacked again.

Moving close the the group he pulled out another arrow and readied it.

Thomas listens to the yelling around him and goes strictly on the defensive. His blows were doing nothing to these things so the best he could do, was not get killed.

Adonis next strike is weak, perhaps due to the grievous wound he suffered.  Kjaelos unleashes a tight burst of bright flame and the creature twists to one side to avoid it.  However the fog seems to recoil at the fire and the pallid foe is exposed to the sunlight.  A moment later Eldor's arrow bursts into flame overhead and the attacker positively cowers.

To the south the second attacker sweeps at Thomas who this time manages, barely, to parry the blow with his great sword.  Meanwhile Karl, fumbling somewhat, manages to light the crude lantern he hangs at his hip, while Bjorn adopts a guard position.

 With his visor protecting him from the majority of the sudden light, Adonis takes advantage of the creatures momentary defencelessness as it recoils and lunges, leading with the short, pitted length of iron in his hand as he tries to plunge it into the creatures rubbery flesh...

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 22:44, Today: Sir Adonis Campbell rolled 6,2 using 1D20,1D6+1. Lunge and stab!.
 This is not going well.

As Brakkus concentrates, the dying embers of Eldor's flame arrow seem to spread, burning away the fog to reveal a clear sky above. The sun shines brightly, the clear light blazing down to melt away the last vestiges of the mist in a circle around the party.

[Still waiting for Thomas, Karl and Kjaelos]

At the eastern edge of the trail the long-armed foe is recovering itself to strike again when Eldor's arrow, instead of dissappearing, glows brightly overhead.  Adonis finally manages to strike it with his blade, and a thin line of dark blood appears, though surely it does not cut deep.
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Nevertheless the creature steps back, appearing almost bewildered, and does not attack, as if waiting for something.

Kjaelos sees his shadowy adversary suddenly show up clearly under the light of Eldor's arrow. He decides in a split second to take advantage of the momentary clarity to make 1 more strike at the creature with his magic.

Once more gathering his arcane might, Kjaelos shouts a single word and points his finger at the creature, directing yet another stream of rushing eldritch flames towards it.

With his lantern lit, Karl strikes out at the creature once again.

18:06, Today: Karl Borensson rolled 3 using 1d20. Attack.

Eldor seeing the fog shift again swivels and lets fly at the nearest clear target.

21:20, Today: Eldor Leaf-fall rolled 2 using 1d20. missile attack.
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The creatures move back and out of range of the knight's reach. He remains on the defensive for them to come back into his strikign range. He watches intently to see if the magic and fire harm them.

Kjaelos' flame finds an easier target this time as the creature is bewildered by the light in the sky.  The splash of fire licks around the foe and it screeches horribly as it is consumed, giving off a smell like rotting reeds, before sinking slowly into the bog.

On the other side, Karl slashes with his sword and opens a great gash on the other creature's arm, while thrusting his lantern towards where he imagines its head must be.  A moment later Eldor's arrow finds it and with a gurgling moan it retreats back into the mist.

You keep silent for a good minute until it is clear that the attacker is really gone.

During this time, Rael splutters his way back to consciousness, but Beren remains pale and quiet, breathing only shallowly.

" I suggest we get away from this area as fast as possible." Suggested Eldor as he notched another arrow and headed to the front of the group to lead them out.

On wobbly legs Rael push himself up blood trickling form the place the thing raked at him.

With shaken hand he grip his blade, using his left hand to steady it.

"I agree..." he mutters obviously still shaken.

Brakkus closes his eyes and applies to talent to the smarting claw wound on his back. As he concentrates the wound closes, damaged flesh knitting back together. However, the effort leaves him exhausted.

As the last creature disappears back into the mist in retreat, Kjaelos collapses onto the stone floor, overcome by the extreme exertion of his last spell. He closes his eyes and lies still for a moment of rest. Reaching up to grab hold of Bjorn, Kjaelos staggers back onto his feet, steadying himself on the older man's shoulder, before taking his hands away to stand by his own strength.

Too exhausted even for words, Kjaelos glances at Bjorn and gestures weakly at the comatose Beren. 1 on each side, the 2 men manage to lift the podgy mage up by his shoulders. Gritting his teeth, Kjaelos forces his protesting body to move, stumbling along after the elf...

 "Aye... ten minutes fast movement along the road, then we must stop to see to our wounded." Adonis decides sharply, wiping his blade's edge on the nearest patch of vegetation and then sticking it back through his belt hastily, freeing a hand to gesture Kjaelos aside as the massively built Sir Campbell takes up the burden of their injured mage, taking a few moments to make sure some sort of pressure is being placed on the mans wounds (about the only sort of first-aid the knight is capable of offering) then taking the weight on his uninjured side, "Look for some sort of shelter if you can find any good sir fairy, if not then at least dry ground around the road to give us more distance if they should follow!"

"Yes, that should be far enough alright."  Karl agrees.  He follows the troupe with one hand holding his wound.

Thomas keeps a sharp eye out for the things as the other men gather the wounded. He had lost his bow and arrows in the ensuing melee and kept his sword drawn. He follows along with the group keeping a watch over his back often to make sure that none of the beasts came back or tried to pick him off being the last in the line.

The group limps at a reasonable pace eastwards away from the scene of the attack, Eldor in the van and Thomas protecting the rear.   Adonis finds Beren surprisingly light - the last two weeks of rough living have surely served to prune his pudge.

After some fifteen minutes the ground rises and firms again, and the causeway is once more level with the solid ground around.   The encroaching mist continues however, on both sides.  You reckon you would need one more hour to reach the edge of the Downs proper, where the ground rises above the mist.

Wounds are patched and strapped.  Beren seems to have several deep gashes to his midriff and he must have lost a lot of blood.  His wounds keep reopening due to the motion of being carried.  He has not regained consciousness but is definitely breathing, albeit weakly.

 'Surprisingly light' is of course not quite the same as actually light and the knight himself is losing blood from his viciously gashed arm... But as with the desperate run through the woods with bandits at their heels or the rearguard action against the wolves, the Albish knight seems determined to press on past all reason if it's what the situation calls for, until at last - five minutes or so past his appointed deadline but on good, solid ground - he calls a halt and turns over Beren to the care of their best medic and settles, breathing heavily but still plainly able to put the simplest priorities together, "We've a choice to make. Push on and seek higher ground, but risk Beren's life. Or use the wood we gathered earlier for a small fire and risk the bog-wights return. I don't know this land or how far we've to go in this fog, or I'd not lay it out like this - though I certainly speak for pushing on."

Without a word, Kjaelos crouches down beside the unconscious mage and begins applying battlefield 1st aid. Making do with strips of cloth torn from his own tunic, together with generous amounts of clean water from his waterskin, he washes and redresses Beren's wounds, trying to secure the open wounds and stop the bleeding. Quickly finishing, he pours some of the water between Beren's lips, then places his fingers on the man's neck for a brief moment.


"Pulse steady but weak. Need rest place soon."

Thomas eyes the wounded and thent he fog. He speaks to the conscious survivors, "to dally here is folly. We must not be caught in this fog any longer. I think we should press on for a bit longer until we find a place more suitible to resting. It seemed that those creatures did not care for the light at all.

"I for one do not wish to be caught out in the darkness in this fog should they decide to return."

"Yon creatures come from bog. We out of bog already. But mist still dangerous..."

While the group discuss what to do Eldor informs Rael that he was going ahead to scout out shelter. With that he melded into the mist.

"Let's not tarry. Remember we are in hurry..." Adjusting his pack, Kjaelos prepares to get on with the journey. "Let's continue and meet the elf ahead when he comes back..."