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Victor breathes a sigh of relief when the dangerous skeleton finally goes down.
Trusting in Bambang to take care of Fyssaryx and the unconscious woman, Victor searches the 'boss' skeleton, and explores the room.
Perception 'Take 10' = 20.

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Bambang drops his makeshift club, and quickly pulls out his wand, discharging charge after charge to bring Fyssaryx back.
wand of clw: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
wand of clw: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

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Fyssaryx wakes up startled reaching for her weapons and then sees the fallen Asar on the ground adjacent to her. She gets up and thanks the others for saving her life.

DM Amazing Red |

As Fyss lights the lantern with the Everflame, A spirit rises up to greet the party. "I am Ekat Kassen. I thank you for putting an end to Asar. I fought and defeated him many years ago in the battle that eventually took my life. He used to be an adventuring companion of mine and I believe he felt cheated out of his fair share of treasure. Bandits stole from this tomb which must have awoken Asar. They took our amulets which are part of a key that opens a vault that we plundered so long ago." The spirit then reaches into his sarcophagus and produces several items including a single scale for each of them from his armor. "These will grant you my boon in your hour of need." After handing out the gifts, he slowly fades from view, returning to his eternal rest.

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As the spirit initially rises Fyssaryx takes a step back not knowing if it is friend or foe... after all they encountered in this crypt she could not be too sure... then after his speech Fyssaryx collects up the boons for the others and grabs the lantern to head out.

DM Amazing Red |

The journey back to Kassen is somber and uneventful. Roldare is thrilled to see Dimira again and seems to most (but not all) of his sanity. When you finally return to Kassen, you find a celebration underway in your honor. Mayor Uptal is there to greet you at the gates, but his joy at your return quickly turns to horror when he finds out what has happened. The news quickly spreads throughout town and the harvest celebration turns melancholy. The folk do not blame you for what happened, and most are rather grateful that this new menace is ended. The grand feast is still held in your honor, but it is not the same as it was in previous years. This year, many are drinking to help forget that they have lost friends and loved ones. Plans are made to return to the crypt and bury the slain townsfolk. Chronicles will be out in the morning.