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While Iomedae’s power flowed through me I also reached for Desna’s. I could feel each of their powers flowing together. The Ranseur I held became light in my hands and it had red and orange flame licking it’s way to the end’s of it’s tips. The Beast had just been killed by Rikert but instead of dieing it turned into a mist and sank into the ground near the throne dais. I took a step towards one of the Vampiric Skulks and thrust the Ranseur into it. I felt little resistance as the Ranseur turned it into mist as well. The wrathful part of the power flowing through me was not diminished and I moved to the next Vampire Skulk. In just one strike I again fell another of the disgusting things. Again it turned to mist and floated along the floor and into a crack but not to the same place as the Hidden Beast. I heard Moxie’s pistol shot from the place the Skulk’s mist had gone.
Fearing she was in trouble I melded into the stone and saw Moxie in a room full of coffins, smiling as a Skulk materialized. She carefully lowered her pistol BOOM. The noise in this little room was deafening, Moxie didn’t care. She walked to the coffin’s giving the inhabitant’s their last farewell. Seeing that she did not need any help or acknowledgement from me I returned to the rest of the troupe and waited patiently for Moxie’s return and report. I let Iomedae’s and Desna’s power stay with me even though it was no longer necessary. It felt good to be surrounded by power. I looked at the others to see if they saw any change in me, happily I saw no one had given any notice to me at all. They were more concerned with me healing them and making sure that we had ways to fix some of the drains that had taken place among them. I healed them up and reassured them that if they did mend on their own I would be happy to help them.
Morgiv was still in the corridor waiting to see if we would actually be able to defeat the Hidden Beast. He seemed pleased and more self-confident that we had. He walked with purpose as he lead us back to his people. A feast was prepared and while I was okay eating the grubs and slimy things and crunchy things not everyone in the troupe was as adventurous. I prepared a Hero’s Feast for the troupe and any skulk that wanted to try it was welcome. Eventually we retired into GrAnnie’s hideaway for the night. It was a very taxing day and the rest was welcome.
The next day Morgiv told us that there was news of groups of chosen or Karzoug’s favored looking for us. We would need to be careful as we made our way through the city. It was decided to stay on the causeway as much as possible and use it’s height to our advantage. Sometimes though it was necessary to go to ground level and traverse the difficult terrain.
At one such juncture we were attacked by two frost worms and I had barely enough strength to save Sheldor from the grave. I had been keeping GrAnnie alive by sharing her damage and then the second frost worm exploded trying to kill us all. Desna continued to smile on me and gave enough of her healing for us all to run for the jungle that has grown in this frozen place. Jungle? What?
Fark me it’s alive!!!! SHELDOR