’Secret door? Oh, that’s neat!” Raspar readies behind Kelvin. ”Mr. Alak, what is in here? What do you know of this door?” he asks over his shoulder to the Hellknight.
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Dori listens to the description of the items and reaches for the bracers. " these should come in handy." after a moment of looking at all the unclaimed items they have collected, he also selects a poorly made silver hammer. He shakes his head at it's quality "Definately not of Dwarven make. But the those that lived hear had silver weapons for a reason..."
When Cuthberwyn finds the secret door, Cabaguil is quick with the praise, ”Good find Cuthberwyn! Seemed likely that there’d be a doorway of some kind there, but I couldn’t find ti. Well done indeed.”
He lines up with the others, and makes ready to enter.
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Alak shrugs. "Not sure, this is the first I have been down in these crypts to be honest. Not really the type of place I fancy visiting on holidays."
Raspar moves out of the way as Kelvin pushes his way towards the door. Cuthberwyn pointing out seams hidden in the stonework. Something the dwarves likely would have caught on their own had they been giving the time.
Gripping the hidden door by the edges, Kelvin heaves it open. Six looming, raised daises stretch from east to west in this chamber, each bearing a massive stone coffin with a carving of a fully armed and armored Hellknight lying in stately repose. Upon closer inspection, the details of the various weapons and minor variations in the armor of the figures distinguish these tombs. Two of the coffins loom ominously open. The east wall bears a complex series of inscriptions composed of faintly glowing pale blue runes.
Two withered undead Hellknights stand here, eyes glowing with red light. Black tendrils of energy crackle on their fingertips as they reach for you with clawed hands!
Alak (-14)
Raspar (27/28)
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Undead (Religion to ID)
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Cuthberwyn (19/28)
Kelvin (29/30)
Cabaguil (22/22)
Ðakaþos (17/28)
Dori (27/36; Steel Shield 12/20)
Round 3
Action 1: Stride.
Action 2: Identify.
Action 3: Strike.
"Watch out! I'll bleed for you!" Raspar strides past the slow footed Kelvin, interposing himself between the dwarf and probably bad thing.
Know (Religion)
If he recognizes the creature he will shout out as he strikes at it with his magic halberd.
to hit vs. flatfooted?;
damage
[ dice=Starknife]1d20+7[/dice] to hit;
[ dice=P/S]1d4+3[/dice] damage
[ dice=Starknife]1d20+8[/dice] to hit;
[ dice=P/S]1d10+3[/dice] damage
AC: 19 +2 with shield action.
Fort/Ref/Will: 7/7/7 + 2 vs. spells/reaction
HP: 27/28
Focus: 1/3
Hero Points: 3
Speed: 25'
Critical damage: [ dice]2d4+6+1d6[/dice]
[ dice=Shield]1d20+7[/dice] to hit;
[ dice=B]1d4+3[/dice] damage
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Raspa interjects himself into the room without even thinking. When Ðakaþos said just seconds ago that secret doors lead to important discoveries and increased dangers, He was absolutely right. Though is the risk worth the unseen reward.
Alak steps in beside Raspar. "Tsk, Looks like the ward affected out this far. Fortunately it wasn't any further." Looking down he notices Raspars hand shaking. "What is it little one?" Raspar quickly explains that he knows what these undead are are they are quite deadly indeed. Wights! The wights touch along can drain the life from those they touch. Those drained in such a way die and become wights themselves.
Raspar swings the magical halberd into the wight, injuring it ever so slightly. "Get behind them if you can. This room is too cramped..."
The wights stumble in, clawing at Raspar and Alak.
+ Drain Life
Raspar deflects the first clawed hand coming his way but feels the second dig into his shoulder bone. The touch is cold and a small portion of Raspar joins the wight, healing it.
+ Drain Life
Alak feels the clawed touch himself but fends off being drained by the wight.
Alak (-22)
Raspar (19/28)
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Wights (Red -5; 3 temp HP)(Green ;3 temp HP)
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Cuthberwyn (19/28)
Kelvin (29/30)
Cabaguil (22/22)
Ðakaþos (17/28)
Dori (27/36; Steel Shield 12/20)
Action 1: Stride
Action 2: Climb
Action 3: Stand
"I'm coming!" Kelvin says, rushing forward. He goes to lever himself up onto a coffin and, mid-action, loses his grip and falls to the floor!
"Bloody Hell," he curses, standing up.
"Desna weeps!" Dak rushes forward into the room, bounding over Kelvin and taking the high ground.
He brings his blade down on the foe next to Raspar:
for
He then quickly speaks the arcane word which brings up a mystical shield.
Cuthberwyn is a little alarmed — wights are BAD NEWS — and hurries forward, drawing his whip and hoping to help. He suddenly recalls a story he read once of a group of goblins facing impossible odds against a carnivorous witch. He begins to recant the tale, hoping his companions will gain some inspiration to their courage over their similarly desperate plight.
Round 2
Action 1: Stride.
Action 2: Strike.
Action 3: Strike.
Fort vs. drain
Raspar fends off the chilling touch of the wight.
"Watch out! Don’t let them hit you!" Raspar strides past the two wights, easily climbing on the tables and into a flank.
He will strike twice with his halberd at yellow.
to hit;
damage
to hit;
damage
[ dice=Starknife]1d20+7[/dice] to hit;
[ dice=P/S]1d4+3[/dice] damage
[ dice=Starknife]1d20+8[/dice] to hit;
[ dice=P/S]1d10+3[/dice] damage
AC: 19 +2 with shield action.
Fort/Ref/Will: 7/7/7 + 2 vs. spells/reaction
HP: 27/28
Focus: 1/3
Hero Points: 3
Speed: 25'
Critical damage: [ dice]2d4+6+1d6[/dice]
[ dice=Shield]1d20+7[/dice] to hit;
[ dice=B]1d4+3[/dice] damage
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Cuthberwyn recalls a tale of flesh-eating witches which is supposed to bolster his allies into finishing the wights ass fast as possible.
Kelvin slips on the coffin, falling to his rump as he stands back up again, embarrassing himself in front of the undead hellknights. Ðakaþos shows the dwarves how to do it as he nimbly leaps up and hacks down at the wight assaulting Raspar, his blade cutting off a couple of fingers.
Dori moves beside his brethren and raises his shield to protect Raspar from harm, though Raspar is just too far away. Stepping far enough away Raspar stabs the halberd into the wights neck, pulling away looks bits of skin as the black tendrils of energy crackle within.
Inspire Courage +1 (+1 status bonus to attack rolls, damage rolls, and saves against fear effects).
Alak (-22)
Raspar (19/28)
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Wights (Red -18; )(Green ;3 temp HP)
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Cuthberwyn (19/28)
Kelvin (29/30)
Cabaguil (22/22)
Ðakaþos (17/28)
Dori (27/36; Steel Shield 12/20)
Round: 1
Weapon Equipped: None
Conditions: None
Spooky: 10/10hp, Fast Movement, Life Link
Spells Spell attack +8 (T), Spell DC’s 18 (T)
Bloodline Focus: Diabolic Edict* (Focus Points: 1/1)
Cantrips: Detect Magic, Light, Prestidigitation, Produce Flame*, Read Aura
First Level: (2/4) Charm*, Heal, Magic Weapon, Purify Food and Drink
Infusions
Alchemist’s Fire (lesser),
"Wights!" He tries to get a grip on himself as the call comes up from within the tomb that there are serious undead about.
He moves to get a view (•>>), but is unable to capitalize on his position. So he'll let folks know what he discovers, as he studies them (•>).
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Cabaguil stops at the doorway. His mind racing for something useful that would help them more against the wights. unfortunately all that comes to mind is goblin anatomy
Alak attempts to tumble and shove his way past the undead to the opposite side.
Unable to get past Alak attacks, slashing his sword across to push the wight back before it can siphon anymore life from him.
Retreating into the hallway Alak calls back, "Retreat back, get more ground!"
The red-eyed wight leaps at Kelvin as it hungers. A strange necril language utters from the pair as they seem to be communicating.
Kelvin kicks swats a claw away with his morningstar while the other wight goes after Ðakaþos as it looks to chase Alak.
+ Drain Life
Ðakaþos gets a couple lines scratches across his ankles as the bony hands stab into him. A small portion of his blood is enough to bolster the wights.
Inspire Courage +1 (+1 status bonus to attack rolls, damage rolls, and saves against fear effects).
Alak (-22)
Raspar (19/28)
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Wights (Red -18)(Green -2; 3 temp hp)
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Cuthberwyn (19/28)
Kelvin (29/30)
Cabaguil (22/22)
Ðakaþos (17/28)
Dori (27/36; Steel Shield 12/20)
Round 3
Action 1: Stride.
Action 2: Strike.
Action 3: Strike.
Raspar grips his halberd tightly as he moves up to strike at the back of the wight.
to hit; (vs FF)
damage
to hit; (vs FF)
damage
[ dice=Starknife]1d20+7[/dice] to hit;
[ dice=P/S]1d4+3[/dice] damage
[ dice=Starknife]1d20+8[/dice] to hit;
[ dice=P/S]1d10+3[/dice] damage
AC: 19 +2 with shield action.
Fort/Ref/Will: 7/7/7 + 2 vs. spells/reaction
HP: 27/28
Focus: 1/3
Hero Points: 3
Speed: 25'
Critical damage: [ dice]2d4+6+1d6[/dice]
[ dice=Shield]1d20+7[/dice] to hit;
[ dice=B]1d4+3[/dice] damage
Action 1: Strike
Action 2: Strike
Action 3: Strike
Breathing heavily at the frantic dodging he had to do, the dwarf lets out a growl. "You'll not touch me, you vile dead thing! Pharasma take you and sort you!"
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Raspar and Kelvin tag-team the wounded wight as halberd slices across its back while a morningstar clatters into the armor. Each weapon in turn wound it a little, though most of Kelvin's miss.
Dori's axe keeps coming closer and closer to taking off Kelvin's hand as the pair can't seem to get their timing right.
Alak (-22)
Raspar (19/28)
Kelvin (29/30)
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Wights (Red -32)(Green -2; 3 temp hp)
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Cuthberwyn (19/28)
Cabaguil (22/22)
Ðakaþos (17/28)
Dori (27/36; Steel Shield 12/20)
"Not me! The deader, you old oaf!" Kelvin admonishes Dori.
"You have two? You'd never know by the way you're swinging that axe!"
Ðakaþos replies sharply, "Not yet! Not yet! We've got them!"
To emphasis his point he spins his blade and uses the momentum to power a pair of swings down on the wights
for
for
He then re-ups his shield spell since it saved his hide last time.
Cuthberwyn inspires his comrades again ; during the oration he gives a couple of high-pitched shouts and a pair of force missiles streak into Red Cuth he can see it, or Green if not, unerringly!
Round: 2
Weapon Equipped: None
Conditions: None
Spooky: 10/10hp, Fast Movement, Life Link
Spells Spell attack +8 (T), Spell DC’s 18 (T)
Bloodline Focus: Diabolic Edict* (Focus Points: 1/1)
Cantrips: Detect Magic, Light, Prestidigitation, Produce Flame*, Read Aura
First Level: (2/4) Charm*, Heal, Magic Weapon, Purify Food and Drink
Infusions
Alchemist’s Fire (lesser),
Cabaguil takes a shot at green, red being protected by better cover with his Produce Flame .
(cover, inspire) (inspire)
Unfortunately his fire sputters and wanes, scarcely reaching his foe and missing. He then retreats down the hall so as not to be in the way (•>).
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Cuthberwyn begins to inspire his companions. this actually makes the world of difference as Kelvin's strikes that looked like they were about to miss actually manage to glance into the wight. The pair of blows burst right through it, splitting the undead creature apart. Before dying once more the wight gives out a last spiteful claw to Kelvin.
It collapses too soon and fortunately misses Kelvin. Cuthberwyn directs a pair of magical missiles into the second wight. It screeches loudly as the missiles pop through the loose skin. dark tendrils of energy lash out in response.
Cabaguil's flames sputter in his hands as the dark energy seems topush back against the magical effect. Ðakaþos turns and hacks downward at the wight's head. his blade cracking through the top end of the skull and the energy flares once more, blackening a portion of the ceiling.
Seeing that the group seems determined to remain in the tighter quarters Alak sighs and pushes back through. "That's the way it'll be then."
The wight has a difficult time splitting it's focus between the two powerful warriors and claws at them both.
+ Drain Life
+ Drain Life
+ Drain Life
The wight seems to want to go down with one helluva fight. the first strike hits Ðakaþos' magical shield. A burst of light flashes as the shield breaks apart. The second claws rip right into the lower giblets of Ðakaþos and the third tears a part of Alak's throat out. The hellknight gurgles and collapses to the ground in a pool of blood.
Alak (-34; Dying 2)
Raspar (19/28)
Kelvin (29/30)
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Wights (Green -35; 6 temp hp)
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Cuthberwyn (19/28)
Cabaguil (22/22)
Ðakaþos (7/28)
Dori (27/36; Steel Shield 12/20)
Barely holding on, only Dak's pride keeps him standing.
Round: 3
Weapon Equipped: None
Conditions: None
Spooky: 10/10hp, Fast Movement, Life Link
Spells Spell attack +8 (T), Spell DC’s 18 (T)
Bloodline Focus: Diabolic Edict* (Focus Points: 1/1)
Cantrips: Detect Magic, Light, Prestidigitation, Produce Flame*, Read Aura
First Level: (1/4) Charm*, Heal, Magic Weapon, Purify Food and Drink
Infusions
Alchemist’s Fire (lesser),
Cabaguil sighs as Alak runs past and back into danger… and is cut down. ”No, stop you fool!” He heads back into the room feeling himself a little like a yo-yo (•>), and Heals (•>>) the dying man to keep him from death.
Alak! Cuthberwyn shouts. No no no! He just got his birthright back!
Cuth nearly forgets to continue telling the story, but remembers to do so , then moves forward behind Dak and tries to trip the wight.
With a glance at the remaining wight, the dwarf shouts, "You're about to re-see death, and this time it'll be permanent!"
Action 1: Climb
Action 2: Stride
Action 3: Strike
Kelvin then curses loudly as he sees Alak drop. "Someone help him! I'll try and distract this other one!" He climbs up onto a coffin...
... which he finally succeeds at. Then he drops down behind the last wight.
Fueled by anger, he delivers an overhead swing with his morningstar!
Round 4
Action 1: Strike.
Action 2: Strike.
Action 3: Strike.
”I’ll get it,” Raspar calmly says and gives the wight another taste of his new magic halberd.
to hit;
damage
to hit;
damage
to hit;
damage
[ dice=Starknife]1d20+7[/dice] to hit;
[ dice=P/S]1d4+3[/dice] damage
[ dice=Starknife]1d20+8[/dice] to hit;
[ dice=P/S]1d10+3[/dice] damage
AC: 19 +2 with shield action.
Fort/Ref/Will: 7/7/7 + 2 vs. spells/reaction
HP: 27/28
Focus: 1/3
Hero Points: 3
Speed: 25'
Critical damage: [ dice]2d4+6+1d6[/dice]
[ dice=Shield]1d20+7[/dice] to hit;
[ dice=B]1d4+3[/dice] damage
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Continuing to inspire and bolster the crew, even after watching Alak possibly perish, Cuthberwyn cracks his whip out and trips the wight. Cabaguil does what he can to stop the bleeding as the magical light closes over the wound. Alak's eyes open and he gasps for break as his head jerks upward.
Raspar gives the wight another taste of his magical halberd. The sharpened end poking right into the cracked skull. The mass of blackened tendrils seems to subside slightly as the wight looks frightened from Kelvin threatening its undeath once more. kelvin's morningstar removes the creature's jaw as it shatters against one of the coffins.
Alak stands up and grabs his blade. In a weak voice he calls out. "Let's finish it quickly."
Alak gets his vengeance as the wight bursts from his greatsword passing through it. The blackened energy lashing out one final time.
The tendriled claw misses as the wights are no more.
As the last undead creature in the crypts falls, the glowing runes on the wall vanish. Alak breathes heavily, leaning on his blade. "Good. That must have been the last one. I'm grateful I don't have to kill any more of my reanimated brethren."
The two open coffins that the wights likely came from contain halberds that glow when viewed with detect magic. The other four coffins in here remain closed.
Wiping a small portion of dust from the lids of the four closed coffins reveals small carved symbols. One of a morningstar, one of a bastard sword, one of a dwarven waraxe and another of a war flail on the fourth.
Raspar (19/28)
Kelvin (29/30)
Alak (-21; Wounded 1)
Cuthberwyn (19/28)
Cabaguil (22/22)
Ðakaþos (7/28)
Dori (27/36; Steel Shield 12/20)
"You slew their bodies, but your brethren are in Pharasma's embrace, and they arrived without wounds wrought by your blade." Ðakaþos leans against the wall as he talks. With a free hand he wipes blood from his armor, the other using his sword as a cane.
"If we spend time I'll examine these halberds, but if not, I'd guess that they're preternatural sharp like the one we found before. Come now. If we can mend these wounds, I'd see what's under the lids. Especially that one." He points at the bastard sword relief.
"Wow, those things were tough as nails! Feels like we dodged some of the worst of it as well." he exclaims as he enters the chamber. Again.
As it’s only been about twenty minutes since their last rest, Cabaguil does what he can to identify a few things while they wait for healing.
on Halberd (10 minutes)
on Halberd (10 minutes)
He’ll then work some scrimshaw while he waits (20 minutes)…
And, finally, he’s able to get to work.
Cabaguil will continue to work on Alak for now.
vs DC 15 (likely)
When he's done, he carefully puts away his healer's kit and suggests, "We should see what's in these other crypts as Ðakaþos suggests. Could be nothing, but might be some more halberds. With the runes gone, I doubt they'll rise up. We should take a look."
"You've the right of it, Elf," Kelvin says when Dak talks of Pharasma. "You've done your brethren a favour, releasing them from eternal pain."
He then pulls out a few tools from his belt, looking over the remaining coffins. "And the dead have no need for possessions. They're free of that. So yes, let's see what's there to see."
It takes him a bit to find the right angle to open some, but he gets down to brass tacks and does the needful.
Raspar checks his blade for damage after the wights far. He felt their touch and was worried that he had damaged his new blade in the combat, but is pleased to see that its fine after all.
He heals himself.
He then goes to help Kelvin, and seeing that he’s quite busy, instead spends the next 10 minutes cleaning and tidying up the wight mess. He uses his new halberd as a poke stick to pick up and drop wight bits where they should be: back in a crypt. He’ll clean and straighten so the goblins have nicer and cleaner crypts to sleep next to.
As there is a second 10 minute resting, Raspar will heal Dak. And then go work again, trying to regain his focus.
He whistles cheerily as he works, because good work is its own reward, freely obtained because Desna saw fit to set him free. He smiles at that still.
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Cabaguil recognizes the halberds as the same as the one Raspar carries. After taking a look at the halberds Cabaguil sets to work on the Armiger's serious wounds, wrapping a tourniquet bandage loosely around his neck wound.
Finding the right angle Kelvin grinds the lids of the coffins from their pedestals down to the floor. Alak grimaces but he understands the need. Especially now that he is being brought back from near death.
The four newly opened coffins contain weapons that glow when viewed with detect magic. These all have the same glow as the halberds.
Raspar (25/28)
Kelvin (29/30)
Alak (-10)
Cuthberwyn (19/28)
Cabaguil (22/22)
Ðakaþos (11/28)
Dori (27/36; Steel Shield 12/20)
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before Cuthberwyn can put his healing kit away, Dori puts a calming had on his shoulder and uses the item in it to bind Cuth's wounds:
Dori rests a few minutes and spends his time cleaning and repairing he dwarven waraxe he found in the crypt. As he cleans and repairs, he wonders how a dwarven item of such quality fell into the hands of devil worshipers... He takes the waraxe as his own hoping to create a new history for it.
"There's magic in this?" Kelvin asks, hefting the morningstar. He gives it a test swing, and is surprised when the item seems to guide his arm. "Well now. That's interesting. And it's light too. I like it!"
He looks the weapon over again. "I don't know what you lot do, but amongst dwarvenkind we give magical weapons a name. It'll come from the deeds of the wielder, so I suppose it's time for me to be worthy of it."
He stows the weapon, and looks ready to move on. "You guys ready?"
As the party celebrates its victory, and passes around the weapons, Cabaguil reaches back and scritches Spooky’s fur. She rolls around and paws at him softly, but with sharp prickly claws.
He smiles warmly, ”OK then. Well done everyone." He nods to Kelvin. "Yes, we could do that, but we're a little beat up I think, and who knows what might lurk in the deeper chambers. That and I want to make sure I can save one of you again the way I saved Alak here in case we get unlucky again. I say we take a proper rest, and come at this fresh tomorrow.”
Ðakaþos eyes the weapon, it's build, it's heft, it's balance. "May I use this blade?" He is referring to the bastard sword in his hands. "Aye, we too name our weapons. I suppose we're not completely different."
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Dori looks at the dents in his shield and the splinters in Raspar's. "I could mend these easily if I had the proper tools. When we get back to town i'll see what I can do to secure them." The dwarf stands up and winces "I wonder if they have repair kits for old knees.." he grumbles. New axe in one hand and his shield in the other, Dori is ready.
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With an agreement made the group gathers their possessions and makes their way back to Breachhill. Alak speaks up as his shoulder still aches. "Good idea. That magnificent castle ain't going to clean itself all in one day." He tosses a smile to Raspar.
You make it back to Breachhill just as the sun finishes setting on the horizon.
As they walk back to town, Cabaguil drops into stride with Cuthberwyn. ”Say, Cuthberwyn, that magical missile thing was pretty sweet. Do you think you might show me how to do that? And the performance… inspired! I’d like to be able to appreciate such things better. Could you teach me a bit of what you know?” Cabaguil seems quite interested in learning what he can from Cuthberwyn. He’s not nagging, just inquiring as to whether Cuthberwyn would teach him a thing or two over the next week or so to get him started in the right direction.
When they get back to town, Cabaguil suggests, ”Let’s meet for breakfast before heading back. Maybe there are some things we can sell.” He then heads to the book shop, hoping to pick up a formula for his formula book.
He then stumbles home, to his small efficiency, and collapses in exhaustion. ”Boy, what a day. And what a day it will be tomorrow!”
He sleeps soundly.
In the morning, he rises early, and breaks out his alchemy kit, hoping to ID the potion that has thus far eluded him.
vs DC 16, black and red elixir (link)
Pleased and smiling, he prepares five elixirs of life, minor and joins the others for breakfast.
Raspar nearly reaches for the magical bastard sword, but draws his hand back when Dak reaches for the weapon first. He smiles at the elf, happy that he elf seems to have a weapon that he wants. Raspar picks up his new magic halberd, not jealous at all.
Dori looks at the dents in his shield and the splinters in Raspar's.
Raspar spins to look at the usually silent Dori, a smile on his face. He had stopped using his shield for a bit, mostly because it was getting splintery, and so Dori’s kind offer is well met. He nods and smiles at Dori. I will bleed for you.
He smiles back at Alak, and returns with the party to town. When he gets a share, he will be tithing a bit to both the temple of Desna and to the food pantry, because that’s important.
He will want to do some shopping in the morning before returning back to the castle.
Before leaving, Kelvin makes a detour to the remains of the grauladon. Using a dagger and his own strength, he plays dentist with the corpse. "My first dragon, and not my last if I get my way. These will make for a fine necklace, and an even better warning to future dragons!"
Upon returning to town, Kelvin easily steers Dori to Cayden's Keg. "Let's go, Old One. The first round is on you!" Once settled in, he eats a hearty meal, enjoys a drink or three, and happily regales locals with stories of their battles to date. "And we're not done yet! There'll be more to find, and likely more to smash! It's why you want adventurers like us, right Dori?" All in all, it's a good night for Brynne Taithe, with Kelvin retiring to the Great Dreamhouse late that night.
Next morning he rises late, or as late as Dori lets him. He spends a bit of time making his grauladon tooth necklace, then follows the older dwarf with whatever shopping he does.
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Dori watches Kelvin work on the crocodilian with knowing smile. He does have the heart to tell him that this thing isn't a real dragon. "Oh, Let the young have their dreams." He whispers to himself.
he spends the evening joying a local beer, but he does not take part in Kelvin's bragging. He spends his time comparing this brew to REAL Dwarven Ale. splits those comments cleaning the dust of the grave off his new axe and trying to figure out which of the Seven Forges it came from.
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Cabaguil identifies the lesser darkvision elixir that he didn't have the time or equipment for out in the field. Stretching out he decides to make a trip out to the bookshop and check on his books and possibly find a new formula.
As he reaches the Reliant Book Company Cabaguil finds the shop locked up tight and what looks to be abandoned for several days now. Probably since the halfling Calmont set fire to the Town Hall.
Fortunately the Great Dreamhouse seems to house a local alchemist that is willing to help share his knowledge.
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Kelvin and Dori spend the remainder of the first evening canoodling and telling tales of adventure at Cayden's Keg speaking with Brynne Taithe. She seems absolutely fascinated by the tales of the dwarves and warfare.