The cave-in made Perion nervous- he couldn’t see the exit, and if he couldn’t see it, he couldn’t make a quick escape. The dwarf instinctively began to dig out the collapse, and the gnome began to join in, but Lhankor told them their paranoia was ridiculous. Perion’s paranoia had saved his life many times, but given the wide-open room right next to them, he was forced to agree. “Maybe she makes a good point, occasionally.”, he thought, as the party moved on.
Nicholas scouted ahead, stealthily climbing the rock face. A familiar clench in his muscles told the group there were foes on the cliff, and the party launched into action. Kildrak leapt up the wall and took a defensive stance. Perion slid Torrin through a shortcut in the feywild, dropping him in the midst of the fight, and began to scale the wall himself- and as he reached the top, a horde of at least a dozen miners & their tiefling guards stood before him. He paused for a moment- as Lhankor approached the base of the cliff- perhaps now was a time to be clever?
No chance for that- one of the miners threw a pick that grazed his face, and Nicholas came in shooting. The forces clashed, and Kildrak took the brunt of the assault as Torrin held a chokepoint to cover the flank. More miner and guard appeared from the darkness deeper int he cave, but Perion saw an opening- two eyes in the middle of the horde. He jaunted through a wall of guards, made a quick dash past miners, and gave a brief prayer to Corellon, whose reply washed out from him- a half dozen enemies died from awe and fright. Inspired by his deeds, the party seemed to surge, fighting harder and nearly eliminating the horde before even more poured from the cavern.
Advancing towards the darkness, Lhankor and the gnome both smelled the high ringing of a summoning, behind the seemingly endless supply of enemies. The Deva went to the source of the smell-sound, invoking a few miners to kill eachother as she marched past. As the rest of the group fought to clear the remaining guards and miners, Lhankor peered into the weave of magic and saw a powerful devil of whips and chains coming from the nine hells. She ripped at the fabric of the spell damaging it as she advanced into the further recesses of the cave. Nytheria the Enchantress, sister to Gyyrune, stood before a summoning circle.
The party wiped most of the remaining forces, save for one surprisingly sturdy miner who held his ground to the last. “You’ve fought bravely, but the battle is lost. Leave now, while you have your life!” Perion shouted- and the Duergar dropped his pick and ran. Lhankor continued to disrupt the summoning as Torrin charged in front to block the thin passage, and the devil burst through. Nytheria’s clever magics kept her and her bound monster safe for a while, but Nicholas’s assault could not be stopped. Arrow, sword and hammer wore the devil down, and then the focus fell on the enchantress. She teleported herself past the party and used her charms to drive the knight & paladins away, but still Nicholas continued to fire- it was nearly not enough. As she turned a corner, almost safely away from the group, Gesh hit her in the back of the head with a shot of dragonfrost, freezing it solid. As she fell to the ground, her head shattered.
The battle over, the group took her staff and …..