Once the sphere went up and voices started to whisper into his head the ranger slid off to the side for the comfort of the shadows...
Comforted he thought, pondered and with a small amount of reluctance made a decision.
Do it, we must have faith stay safe!
He responded to the spell, sending Charlotte hopefully away to safety... and the Torc to its destruction.
Charlotte will, in fact, teleport to the gnome the next time she has an action then.
Taerine begins gathering power, flame roaring into her outstretched arms, ready to destroy the witch if she emerges again.
The prismatic sphere drops. Taerine blasts the witch with unholy fire. Rosaline throws her spear. The witch is promptly made into a grilled shishkebab.
The instant she dies, Taerine feels the curse of the watchtower fall on her.
"Victory!" Rosaline loudly declares as her spear returns to her hand.
He smirked as the lovely half-elfs spear impaled the witch. They had the torc free of this place, and perhaps hopefully far away. He would have to trust that that Charlotte person was true. He took two steps back and slid into his shadows... The fancy thoughy of wooing the half-elf gone from his mind already... she was after all a bit of a zealot it appeared... It was time to go home.
"That's a nice bit of work there. Is anyone injured?" asks Tor, unaware of the potentially impending assault.
"Fine," Taerine says, as the murderous urge washes over her and is dismissed just as quickly by the grace of Asmodeus.
The urge fades as soon as the building is exited. The group gathers and soon there is a near explosive pop as both Charlotte and Percy reappear. Charlotte hands over the Torc and Percy tucks it away.
Thank you all. The world is now much safer because of you.
She waves her hand and you feel the tug of magic. Next thing you know you are back in your rooms. Nothing has changed except the time of day and your experience.