"... We'll do what we can," says the man, and then he channels.

She gasps as the arrows fall out of her - "thank you" - and then starts coughing again. 

"Cloudkill," she whispers. "...hit me and Luto the worst, Zan is doing better." Pause, glance. "...physically."

"Feeblemind," diagnoses the man. "I didn't prepare Heal today, but I have two Lesser Restorations."

They were sort of meant to be used to let their divine casters skip sleep, for obvious reasons, but, well. Needs must. He gets to casting, again. He doesn't know which one 'Luto' is, but the speaker being badly affected makes his first choice of target very easy.

All members of the group now back into the tunnels, Ekundayo returns, and gives a nod to Sivetrys.

Who bites her lip, but then closes the passage behind them with another Stone Shape. She thinks she has the finesse to make it look like the wall was never tampered with, which might keep their tunnels secret from Vordakai a little longer.

Lesser Restoration. On the winged half-elf, then - it was the martial one that needed the second, from context, yes?

She straightens up a bit, having an easier time breathing, and leans against the wall. 

(The swordswoman is the other one having the coughing fits, yes.)

Lesser Restoration.

(The sorceress is murmuring a quick summary to Ekundayo, since he does not speak Celestial.)

(This earns a quiet swear. In Osiriani.)

"We should relocate somewhere less precarious," says Tristian, gently but firmly. "There's a larger room further down the passage, where we have our meetings." He motions in the direction away from the now closed wall.

"I'll make us a Rope Trick there," offers Sivetrys, in Celestial, as they head back. Then she switches back to Taldane for Ekundayo. "I think I should go get Jubilost and Linzi, we do not want him to have time to get at their wizard's spellbook."

Ekundayo doesn't speak Celestial, but he recognizes the spell name anyway. "If we plan to make our move now, we should save as many spells as possible."

... Damn it. He's right. It's very annoying of him. They're all going to be uncomfortably crammed into these tiny passageways, and it's going to suck a bunch, and he's absolutely right. She gives Ekundayo an acknowledging nod.

".... No Rope Trick, we might try to counterattack today, before he can replenish his spells. What did he cast, did you keep track?"

She glances at her winged friend, reads something on her face, and nods tightly.

She tilts her head. "Some kind of Curse on our wizard, the Dominate Person, the Feeblemind, and the Cloudkill."  

Nod. "Okay. That's - all fifth circle, unless they're one of the ones that he doesn't know how to squish down, which one of them might be. I'd need to ask - our bard. So he'd be out, or nearly so, of them..."

"I prepared Spellcrash, and Fire Seeds," says Tristian, very quietly. Both at sixth circle. He is now feeling that maybe he should have prepared Heal instead of either of the things he actually chose, but, well. Such is life as a cleric. Sometimes you make bad calls, and regret not leaving slots open. Other times, you regret not having emergency spells prepared at all.

"Are you forgetting the Dominated wizard," says Ekundayo, who still doesn't speak Celestial, but does recognize the tone of plotting in both of his companions.

"...mostly out of spells, nothing above second... about thirty feet of her dimension door ability," she says slowly. In Taldane.

That gets a nod.

"... Were you just out of combat when you got caught? Are there other things you need to recover if we decide we're counterattacking immediately?"

...she looks at her swordswoman.