~~~~~~~~~~~~~T U R N 8~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The badly wounded wizard hits the floor like it cheated on him and asked for a divorce, and he starts snoring loudly enough that it faintly echoes in the dungeon. All of the dwarves start lying down and looking around expectantly, waiting to get healed. [5] Jacob takes a look at the dwarves (?) and quickly realizes that there's really nothing to be done about the eyes. He tears a few strips of cloth from Sir Lootington's robe and binds them around the dwarves' charred eyesockets. It'll at least keep anything from getting in there, and it looks kind of intimidating. As he finishes patching the first one, he looks up and sees that the other two have already been bandaged. Fath gains 1 HP!
Sir Deikos watches angrily as Jacob turns and grabs the crossbow and starts scooping up coins. The room spins fuzzily. How are they gonna have good shares for everyone if this SNOW ELF takes so much?! There are like six maimed dwarves here! Deikos looks around the room and waits for his eyes to focus. Yeah, six! He grunts aggressively and staggers over, Akashir coming with him, and the two loom menacingly over the snow elf! [1+1 vs 6 AC] Sir Deikos shoves Jacob, but is sort of off balance himself and falls over with a clatter of plate mail. [4+1+1 vs 6 AC] Akashir, however, is not drunk on anything other than bloodlust and punches Jacob square on the jaw.
-6 stun HP! The pale elf drops like a sack of potatoes, landing face down on the floor completely limp and completely unconscious. He sort of falls in a puddle of gore, and with a splash and a squelch an odd-looking eyeball gently rolls over to Fath. The dwarves pick it up and examine it; it's the intact eyeball of the subhuman who Quack Quack messily decapitated. The iris is slitted and yellow.
Speaking of Quack Quack, he fidgets with his mace as the wolf watches the scene and tries to get a word in. [4] Upon looking again, the wolf is actually really small and cute and it seems to know how to talk. More eloquently than most of the rest of the party. Quack Quack's been around the block a few times, and has a pretty good feeling about this magic talking
dog. wolf.
Akashir helps Deikos up and they quickly assemble the bags of coins, crossbow, bear trap, mandrill-head jar, and jewelry into a pile and shove it in various bags and packs for easy transport.
Current state of the party, as rendered by the briefly proposed marching order:
Fath: 2/5 HP, 5 AC, one eye.
Fath: 2/5 HP, 5 AC, one eye.
Fath: 2/5 HP, 5 AC, one eye.
Sir Deikos: 6/6 HP, 6 AC, carrying a bunch of loot. Double vision prevents accurate dwarf-count.
Jacob Diamonds: 3/3 HP, 6 AC, -3 stun HP, totally unresponsive, face down in a puddle of gore.
Quack Quack: 3/3 HP, 6 AC.
Sir Lootington: 1/4 HP, 4 AC, fast asleep.
Akashir Azirkan: 4/4 HP, 5 AC, carrying a bunch of loot.
Theta: 3/3 HP, 3 AC.
(If Akashir was actually going for a more brutal kind of lethal beatdown, I'll change the turn.)