Tindoome comes back to the others with her new bodyguard only a moment later with a worried look on her face "I almost fear the others did not do so well, the area of silence still hangs over the room beyond and now magic darkness is also enveloping the aria, do you perhaps have something to counter it Master Blackiron" Tindo speaks glancing back behind her every now and then

Arek shook his head.
"Nay girl, I do not," he said sadly before beginning a prayer of healing over Yesil's wounds.
[Private to GM: Cure light wounds]
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Yesil feels the healing magics flow through her body and watches transfixed as some of the terrible damage is healed before her very eyes.

[Private to Arek Blackiron; Yesil: But not much :(
Secret Roll: DM, on behalf of Arek Blackiron rolled 3 using 1d8, rerolling ones. CLW. ]

Yesil nodded her gratitude to Arek.  The pain was still great, but he had done what he could to lessen it, and for that she was thankful.

"Magic to answer more magic," she shook her head.

The prayer completed, Arek sighs in exhasperation.
"So sen' yer "friend" through ta take a look girl! He's their "friend" too inzn't 'e?"
Tindo had the perfect scout at her beck and call. Who better to investigate events than a gnoll well known and perhaps even respected amongst the enemy?

Tindo looked at Trixibell and back to Arek and finally nodded. She spoke to her friend in the language of the Gnoll once again to prevent any possible miss understandings [Private to GM: Would you do your friend a favor strong Trixibell go and see what has happened in the room (She points) and then come back hear, tell them you need to go after one who ran. But do not fight any of them if they attack come back and we will aid you. ]

"You stay right there lass," Arek admonisted Yesil as she tried to move off. "Clanggedin's got a bit more fer ya."
Trusting Tindoome to keep watch, Arek began a chant very similar to the one of just a few moments before. Sometimes Clanggedin Silverbeard demanded his priests fight for every last bit of assistance...
[Private to GM: Cure light wounds again
You rolled 4 using 1d8, rerolling ones {1}{1}4
Hmm, I think the die roller hates Yesil...]

Trixibell heads off into the darkness and is lost from sight or sound.

Yesil raised an eyebrow and resumed squatting nearby the priest.  Her scowl was a fierce one, but it was not for the dwarf.  The magicked beast drew her dark eyes and she watched it with malice.

Tindo wait anxiously for the return of her pet as the others go about their business.  Vestan makes sure none of the remaining gnolls will raise from the dead, or at least not without the help of necromancy.

Tindo pears at the darkness sighing a little, she was worried if something happened to the gnoll it was now on her hands. Although she would have killed him in the battle wit her fire magic it was quiet something ells this way.

Now she was responsible for his well fair until he served her well, she briefly considered trying to explain to the barbarian but she kept calling her a witch and she was not really interested in listening to that anymore.

Maybe some other more safe time

[OOC:Sorry for not posting sooner]

As Arek's prayer reached it's climax, power once again trickled through Yesil's body further closing her wounds.
[Private to Yesil: 4 more points healing - woo hoo! :S]
"Come on' then lasses, tha o'ers 'r in need o' our 'elp."
Springing lightly (or as lightly as a 280 year old arthritic Dwarf could "spring") to his feet, Arek clutched his shield and hammer and prepared to charge towards the ongoing battle.

As the dwarf moves past her she whispers "I have no more magic to cast" And then follows him some steps behind.

Drawing a dagger and holding it ready for the throw

Yesil mentally thanked the gods for small favors before getting up to follow the dwarf, sword ready.

The group turn back to the north to find as Tindo had said a magical darkness blanketing the area.  This coupled with the silence, still in effect made it impossible to know what was going on in any of the other rooms.

As Arek is about to plunge in, Vestan says "Hold up old one, what about tha' dogface? 'ell be on 'is way back afore long."

The party pause just long enough for the gnoll to return.  Looking at the barabrian warily it says in common "Yar mates ar attackin' massa Larry aran tha' carner. Tha oother witch tried ta kilt me."

Tindo smiles at him "You did well, now wait hear and don’t let anybody in or out if I don’t tell you first. Can you do that for me?" She asks and waves for the others to continue trough, she would follow soon after them

OOC: I need to know where everyone is going and what precations you are making for beeing deaf and blind.

Tindoome is holding on to one of Arek armor plates or perhaps his backpack she grabbed him as soon as thay entered the darkness, her grip is far above what her straight would normally allow the situation was to much like her past. She would have perhaps screamed and ran away but she was holding on to Arek and that rooted her, although maybe she did scream who was to know

Left hand outstretched to lightly touch the dwarf, Yesil followed him into the curséd blackness.  Darkness was one thing, but this was worse -- the silence made it so.  In the black, Yesil's eyes opened wide and her ears strained, only to receive nothing in the way of information.  It was maddening, and left her feeling smothered.

Careful that her fingers did not loose track of the dwarf nor her right hand her weapon, the barbarian's nostrils tried to compensate.  She breathed deeply, mouth open, both to combat the feeling of compensation and to desperately find any clue as to what was happening around her.

Vestan watches the others move into the darkness forming a wedge as they go with Arek in the lead.  Shaking his head he settles into the corner of the corridor and as Yesil disappears mutters something about "Blind man's bl..." before the silence closes over.

Lurching order:

     Arek
  Tindo Yesil

OOC: no posts required for now a new thread will start up soon.

OOC: Hmm, how did I end up leading, huh?

IC: Thrust into the lead, Arek pushed forward into the darkness while trailing his hammer along the right wall. It wouldn't do to lose one's bearings inside the magical pit of blackness...

Suddenly a elf in chainmail with some sort of swirling magical shield emerges from the darkness. Vestan has never seen him before but the gnoll has. Standing in the middle of the passage, the priest must stop or run into the monster who has says "Massa Larry, wait oop! Ma frien' she sait ye shuld wait fur er."

The Priest make no attempt to stop saying to the gnoll, "The intruders are behind me and they have fallen all my guards, you should hurry back too." He attempts to see the extent of the carnage beyond.

As he tries to move past the gnoll, it blocks his way saying "Massa, plez! Tha' elf, she wiz verra clea' tha' naine shud pass 'afore she seen 'em. Ye moost... Wha' tha'..."

Even as Lareth digests this latest piece of information, there is a sudden excruciating pain in his lower back as his innards are skeward by a blade that somehow made it through his armour. The weapon is withdrawn even as he turns and to see a halfling. Cackling with glee it shouts "Who da halfling! Who da halfling!" the voice and appearance is that of one of the attackers from the three days before, the one that shouted taunts as he withdrew.

The priest begins to casts a spell leaving his defences open to attack by Vestan. Unfortunately his stab fails to connect and the priest completes his spell adding, "You should not leave your friends alone in danger, trapped beyond the darkness. You should join them to help them stay alive."

Vestan slowly lowers his sword and replies "yes, that's a good idea." then turns and disappears into the darkness.