Oh, right! In that case, it's also worth noting how incredibly fetchable the big golden stick is. Wowee! A fella could get him a lot of praise for turning up with that thing. Might even be granted the esteemed title of "Good Boy."
Lord Foul wrote:I don't want to be presumptuous in the narrative, but I'll just note that Hengis' three shadow mastiffs are also still around in the vicinity. Of course, being shadow mastiffs they are innately difficult to spot, but with this dust cloud they are likely to be suffering from itchy noses at the very least.
Kyle has minded the dogs before now, so I wouldn't expect them to give him any trouble. One of them was already very badly injured (on 1 HP) and may not have made it, but the other two are unharmed.
The blade is retrieved as described with no immediate ill effect. Once placed into the bag, the tingling thoughts cease--though of course their logic may remain.
Down in the dark of the earth, the sounds of screaming and fighting in distant corridors hardly distracts from the task at hand.Given the narrative significance of the moment and Thael's well-played fury upon seeing what the Dunmer did to Kyle, I'll rule that despite having calmed somewhat in the moment, Thael's rage returns upon coming face-to-face with the elf again.
Thael's usual grace and cleverness are nowhere to be seen in her first thrust, replaced by a fury that threatens to shatter her delicate weapon against the dunmer's breastplate. Fortunately, her speed alone suffices to exploit the dunmer's surprise (18 dmg). The second thrust is accurate enough (15 dmg), but she's more a furious butcher than the dervish of death that D’avani taught her to be.
Oh, but there it is! A whip of her rapier draws a line of red as fine as calligraphy across the dunmer's face, sundering his top lip, slicing his left nostril, and splitting his left eye in two (crit - 46 dmg).
The dunmer falls back, barely catching himself on the soft earthen wall. For a moment you think he might beg for his life, but when his mouth opens there's only blood and dunmeri curses pour out. Of course, the ratio of blood to curses is quickly and irrevocably modified when his larynx is pierced by the needle tip of Thael's blade (crit - 39 dmg).
As he slides down to the floor, his eyes dart to Hengis and he mouths breathlessly some few words. "Faith" and "brother" stand out among them.