Right you're going to do this properly. Or at least as properly as you can given the circumstances. So, first things first.
You march up to the door and slam your fist against it as hard as you dare, four times. The dull thud of your fist hitting the wood doesn't seem all that loud. You wait. Morlia waits besides you, keeping at least one eye on the webbed area around the entrance to the basement. You sort of wish Diana was here to supply even more fire support than you already have.
You raise your hand to knock again, it seems like enough time has passed so it's not rude. The door opens. You pull your fist back hurriedly and narrowly avoid smacking a robed argonian in the face.
"What do you want?" You think, maybe, this argonian is female? It's hard to tell when she, or he, sounds pretty generically lizardly and you have nothing to compare them to.
"Uh... Druja?" You ask, voice gravelly enough to make Batman jealous.
"Who else would be here, of course I'm Druja." Well, at least now you know. "Now what is it you want?" Druja's blood red eyes flick to Morlia, just like everyone else's around here. No way you're going to just let that happen.
"We're here about the spiders that...."
"Oh yes
those foul creatures that have infested my basement." Druja cuts over you. Her tails sweeps angrily over the floor behind her. "Guards were supposed to be here hours ago, lazy good for nothing..." Druja says something in what you think is argonian. It sounds a little like she's speaking parseltongue. You can guess it's quite rude though.
"Well we're here now, doing a favour for a... an acquaintance of ours in the guard." Morlia says sweetly. "Unfortunately she, and the other guards we've met here, have been rather busy catching dangerous criminals or securing the gates and vetting travellers." Druja repeats the hissing word again.
"I don't care who sent you or why, just get down there and deal with the problem." Druja says and slams the door in your face.
"What a lovely person." Morlia's sarcasm does a lot to brighten the day. "I can't imagine why someone would put spiders in her basement."
"So I was thinking you could summon a scamp as a meatshield and use it to agro the spiders to the entrance there." You point to the doors set in the ground. "Which we can use as a choke point and burn 'em."
"That sounds like a reasonable plan." Morlia agrees confidently. You do notice she hesitates a little before making the gestures and murmuring the words to summon a scamp.
The little daedra appears without ceremony and this time it's a proper scamp, not stunted or deformed in any way. The creature takes one look at you and makes a whimpering sound.
"Go through those doors and into the cellar." Morlia orders her creature firmly, pointing in the right direction so she can't be misunderstood. The scamp nods and hurries to do as she says. You and Morlia get into position behind it.
You hold one hand poised to cast your spark spell and in the other you hold your sword, just in case. Morlia has both hands ready to use her little fire spell. You are as prepared as you can be... wait!
"Light spell, so we don't accidentally hit one another. Or the scamp." The scamp gives you a dirty look before opening the doors and advancing.
Morlia casts and a gentle green light springs from her fingers, easily illuminating the cellar and the spiders within. There are five of the things, each the size of a dog. The sound of chitinous clicking fills the air as the spiders scuttle away from the light of the sun and Morlia's mage light. The things screech, shrill and grating like nails on a chalkboard.
You raise you hand instinctively, unwilling to let the creatures anywhere near you let alone Morlia, and sparks fly from your fingers in a brilliant cascade of unlimited power!
Right into the ceiling.
Bugger.
Sensing weakness the spiders erupt forwards. A black, chittering, clicking tide on a hundred scuttling legs. The scamp hurls a firebolt wildly into the mass of black legs.
One of the creatures rears back, half its legs burnt off to a stump, screeching and thrashing.
The rest of the spiders spit around the scamp halfway down the stairs into the cellar. Two skitter up onto the wall, venom dripping from their mandibles. The other two leap over the scamp. One lands just past the little daedra.
The other slams into your face. Eight legs scrabble at your shoulders and back. Those venom dripping mandibles gnaw at your helm, the greenish venom splashes harmlessly enough off your helm.
That doesn't change the fact there's a fucking giant spider on your face trying to hug you to death and chew out your eyes. You'd scream but.....
"AAAAAAAAAH SPIDERSEVERYWHERE OHAKATOSHWHYYYYYYYYYY!?"
Morlia has that covered.
There's a thwump somewhere in front of you and burning heat bursts past you. All the spiders scream and the stink of burning hair and chitin is everywhere. The spider on your face squeals and lets go. Morlia's beside you, hand outstretched still with flickers of fire curling around the very tips of her fingers. She's pale as snow, breathing hard and her hair's coming loose from its usual neat tail.
The scamp is half way down the stairs. A spider missing half it's legs is in front of the smaller daedra. There are two spiders on the wall to your right, they're badly singed but still scuttling forwards. The fourth spider is behind the scamp and turning to attack it, the spider's right side looks rather burnt and crispy. The last spider is right in front of you, also badly singed.
[ ] UNLIMITED POWAH!!!
[ ] Apply sword to spiders until dead
[ ] Write in a detailed plan
Health: 101/110
Magicka: 88/100
Fatigue: 96/100
Ah the return of the dice rolls. The results were... well, apparently Fast can't aim for love nor money.
Plan will probably change on what's said.
) . Also, with luck, the staircase's position will only allow one spider at a time to come at us.
