>>5500985>>5497311>16 & 15 for allies>14 for adversaries and hazardsYou see that your allies have squeaked out a victory upon your return, but clearly it was a hard-fought won. You count nearly a dozen elven corpses upon the ground. Some of them are butchered so badly that it is clear that they rose from the dead and were, out of necessity, put down a second time. A few skulking demon-shades hover sheepishly around the site of the battle, looking for souls to devour or bodies to possess, but none dare draw close…
>13 for leadership…For the Lightning Elemental still crackles with directionless fury, its storm striking friend and foe alike as it flits about the mostly-deserted battlefield and menaces any who approach. By the look of it, many of the destroyed undead are its doing… But you would also wager that a few of the fallen Drow were slain by your energetic ally as well, without having turned. Those who remain have taken shelter behind a rudimentary magical barrier (and somewhat more effective shadow-cloak) erected by Jazkarmel.
“About time you got here!” shouts Azonia the Duelist, before ducking a hurled bolt of electricity.
“It can’t tell friend from foe, “ acknowledges Hamaraska, the Centipede Lancer; they are soothing petting their namesake mount, but they pause when they take in your companions.
“…What are those?” the Lancer questions, voice clam but eyebrows flying up their forehead in obvious shock.
“You brought her HERE?! NOW?!” the Novice demands, then her own expression shifts as she sees the furry hangers-on crawling across Glowie’s abdomen. “Are those…?”
“Nevermind,” you hiss in Dark Elven, so all may understand. “They are friends. I will explain later.”
Then, you turn to the Lightning Elemental, and clear your throat. Grabbing its attention, you raise the Ring fo Elemental Command which once bound it, project all your Dragon King confidence, and issue a roar of command. It takes a moment—an eternal moment of hesitation, when you fear you may need to subjugate it by force—by the energy-form collapses into a single spark of ball-lightning and sinks down to the floor in grudging submission. In underground thunderstorm abates, and your allies emerge.
