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[Solaria]

cyriene takes a few steps back then despite her blindness closes her eyes as she tries to leap across the trap
[spoiler=agility]1d100 rolled for a total of: 24 (24)[/spoiler]

[Talon Lord Othrim]

"Wait miss!"
"Cyriene No!"
"We have ropes!"

Nearly everyone calls out to Cyriene but all too late. She sets off at a run to leap the pit. As she slams her foot down to launch herself all she feels is air, she realises she misjuged where the pit began, unable to see her launch spot and landing area. The air rushes about her and she stops 'sharply' as rusted daggers and spikes impail her flesh.

[spoiler=OOC] lol sorry I just have to laugh Solaria, you try and running jump over a spiked pit 'BLIND' and rolled low lol I will let you describe your injuries. [/spoiler]

[Solaria]

OOC[spoiler=]/oops[/spoiler]

she lets out a piercing scream as a spike impailes her right shoulder. Another missing her midrif by inches. She thought she could feel something in her left leg but when she moved it ever so slowly it came loose. luckily the blade had only torn through the fabric of the bandage that was bound around her shin. keeping as still as she as she possibly could. regretting her impulsive move

[ogreninja]

Wulfric ties a rope round his waist "take the strain lads" wulfric slowly climbs back down into the pit [spoiler=climb] 1d100 rolled for a total of: 63 (63) [/spoiler] 
Making it to the bottom of the pit Wulfric slowly make his way to Cyriene "its me wulfric" he says as he helps her up an guides her to the edge of the pit and ties the rope round her waist. "here hold this" placing the rope in her hand "pull her up lads"

[Talon Lord Othrim]

As Wulfric decends the party can hear the chittering laughter of the annoying little inhaditants. Once at the bottom he can see the claric has lowered himself over the edge and dropped effortlessly to the pit floor. Cyriene has a rather rusty spike through her shoulder.

[Solaria]

everytime she tried to move the pain forced cyriene to stop."how bad is it?"she asked the cleric trying to feel for him with her right hand

[ogreninja]

Wulfric kneels carefully next to the cleric " do you need me to help take the spike out?"

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The cleric assesses the wound. "My dear on the count of three we shall lift you and I will pack the wound. But you must promise me one thing..... Remember that we are your eyes" he looks at Wulfric and without speaking raises one finger.

[Solaria]

"ok, im ready" with her fists clenched she waited for the agony to come

[Talon Lord Othrim]

He counts "1" at that they both pull her up off the spike and he begins to dress the wounds.

[ogreninja]

Wulfric stands at the side of the pit waiting for the cleric and cyriene to come over so he can help get her out of the pit.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

Once Cyriene has been sorted Wulfric and the guards above assist it getting them out of the pit.

They see both Lord Ralthen and Yaris returning from the tunnel ahead.

Lord Ralthen: " We scouted ahead while you were busy. There looks to be a problem. Bring the ropes."

As the group make their way down the corridor several small spears great them, thrown by the annoying little beggers.

[spoiler=Spears]1d100 rolled for a total of: 59 (59)
1d100 rolled for a total of: 71 (71)
1d100 rolled for a total of: 44 (44)
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[ogreninja]

Wulfric bring his shield up in front of him and puts himself infront of cyriene and the cleric
[spoiler= defense] 1d100 rolled for a total of: 74 (74) [/spoiler]

[Talon Lord Othrim]

Wulfric's quick thinking batters aside the spears. The tiny tormenters look in horror and make a run for it away down the corridor.

"I've had enough of them dogging our every step. Guards get them!"

The guards begin to give chase along with lord Ralthen.

[ogreninja]

Wulfric leads Cyriene and the cleric quickly after the rest of the party " this can only lead to trouble"

[Solaria]

Cyriene holds the clerics arm tightly as they follow walfrics .lead

[Talon Lord Othrim]

As everyone pursue's the tint tormentors, they see a chasm ahead. The little humanoids dive feet firstover the ledge, one at a time, with little crooks held out above their heads. Suddenly, they brush up against several slim strings an feel the tug of sharp metal on their faces arms and clothing.

[spoiler=Agility check]make a roll for me pls
1d100 rolled for a total of: 98 (98) Lord Ralthen
1d100 rolled for a total of: 7 (7) Guards
1d100 rolled for a total of: 18 (18) Cleric[/spoiler]

[Solaria]

[spoiler=agility]1d100 rolled for a total of: 91 (91)[/spoiler]

[ogreninja]

[spoiler=agility] 1d100 rolled for a total of: 5 (5) [/spoiler]

[Talon Lord Othrim]

All but Lord Ralthen and Cyriene stop in their tracks. Suspended from the roof of the cavern fish hooks on threads hang at variouse levels. The sharp barbed slivers of metal dig into exposed flesh, tangle in hair and catch in clothing.

"Stay as still as you can I shall free you." Lord Ralthen calls out. Taking a burning torch carfully from one of the guards he begins to burn he fine threads. They burn easily. Once everyone is freed the task of removing the hooks is all thats left.

Yaris: "If I get my hands on ow! those little bastards I'll ow! crush their sodding throats ow! with my bare hands!"

The 20ft wide chasm cuts across the cavern floor. The sound of splashing water eminates from the chasm bottom. A sound familiar to Cyriene. There is no bridge but it does look possible to clime down, swim across and climb up the other side without too much difficulty.