As Livia incanted the words of the spell, she reached out, both with her hand, and with the healing magic….and nothing. Yes, her hand found the fur, but the spell…The spell could not work without a valid target.
Which meant Rufus was dead. Tisa was missing, and there were still a lot of gargoyles in this damned cave. Clearly, Zarthose was accustomed to being the biggest, strongest thing around. Livia was sure that she could goad him to his death in the right circumstances, but how to get something useful?
The group was now a lot smaller. For the first time, Livia began to wonder if the hilarious misadventures were about to come to an end. Hmm. There was that chance.
While firing magic missiles to finish off another one of those creatures, she began to make plans. It would be easy to keep up with these three with half her attention elsewhere. Though the plan to magically ascend the cliff was clever, Livia realized that there was no escape plan. They had planned to win or die.
In Livia’s many years of experience, that usually led to death. There was always someone stronger.