Byvalson follows the volley with his own crossbow bolt.
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"These two scrolls are of the divine magic Cure Light Wounds and this one is Sanctuary. This wand appears to be Lesser Restoration... I believe it may be cursed, it feels very far from holy magic to the touch." Proffering the divine scrolls to Andrea, "You should hold on to these. The wand I'll pack away until I can fully understand it's properties."
Byvalson hesitantly picks up the scrolls and examines them. Byvalson casts Read Magic! He also appraises the wand and leather lash. Byvalson casts Detect Magic!
"Thank you Ellery," he thanks him warmly. Byvalson prepares his pack, loads his crossbow, settles Coubain onto his shoulder, and settles the dagger on his belt as he is prepared to set out.
"Ellery, did you by chance find any arcane writings? Maybe they have specific magics to deal with insanity driven patients or for their safe keeping."
Byvalson who was on watch, now prepares his arcane magics for the day. Spells: Read Magic Detect Magic Daze Color Spray
"Good work Rogelio, we've removed an obstacle from the path to our freedom. Does anyone else have information to share? We should rest soon, would anyone volunteer to take first watch? We'll need to help keep watch during the night since we've opened up a new venue for evil to assault the chapel," Byvalson addresses the group.
Byvalson coughs for Ellery's attention, "Ahem, I believe the Cleric woman called you Ellery, yes? I saw you remove the binding on your mouth to enjoy some of the soup we had for dinner, by any chance can you voluntarily talk?"
"Where's Andrea off to?
Byvalson raises both hands in refusal at the idea of bodies being butchered for food. Walking away, the tired elf looks around for a good spot to prepare a place to sleep. He takes two winter blankets from the supplies he brought and approaches Nayse about sleeping arrangements, offering her one for herself.
Elven:
"Don't forget to mention the bodies we found in the hall Rogelio." Byvalson steps up to Winter and Rogelio while a holy symbol of Pharasma floats over with the last bit of his unseen servant's strength. A thin elf frown appears as he holds out the holy symbol out to Winter.
Byvalson feels a bit downcast while watching Ellery unthread his mouth and polish off his bowl of onion soup.
Byvalson wonders to himself if he can have Ellery's soup since he has the whole mouth sewed shut thing going on.
Byvalson sips the dregs of his soup and tries to pretend he didn't hear any thundering voices.
Byvalson enjoys some onion soup.
Byvalson helps make soup.
Not seeing any imminent danger in the enigmatic eye and fungi, Byvalson heads back over to talk to Nayse. Unlocking his familiar satchel, he let's his weasel perch on his shoulder. He attempts to make small talk with the nurse Nayse about the asylum and to find out more about its current state.
"Hello Nayse, my name is Byvalson. How do-, eyeball thing?" Byvalson looks over his shoulder to see Rogelio confronting York. "Pardon me Nayse, apologies." He walks with purpose over to his elf brother. "What's this about an eyeball?"
The man not really responding to the arcane touch, Byvalson decides to use a stronger suggestion. Byvalson casts Charm Person!
"Any help to you and yours for the safety of the chapel's embrace." Byvalson gaze lingers at the dark haired woman's holy symbol, and proceeds to slowly meander over to nurse struggling with the man. The elf leans down and whispers in the nurse's ear words of encouragement, and gives the man a look. "You really should settle down sir, this kind woman surely only wants to help." Byvalson casts Daze!
Byvalson fails to furnish a reply, and his weapons float back over to him with a look.
Elven:
"Let's accede to the request, I doubt they're gonna murder us in their god's chapel when they can just let the monsters out here do the work for them." Unseen hands relieve Byvalson of his silver dagger and crossbow, setting them at the feet of York.
Byvalson puts away his crossbow, and gestures down the hall. "Let's head back to the guards before we have anymore surprises." The scholarly elf flicks his sleeve, and heads back to the barricade. Following him, the three doppelganger heads and found supplies float on down the hall in two separate piles to the guard station.
Worn down by the magic use, the elf reaches for a mortal means to dispatch the remaining foes. Byvalson draws his crossbow and fires on the detached head.
Byvalson, shocked by the fresh new terrors, flickers away from them with a Shift. Fighting down the acidic taste in his mouth and the urge to withdraw from the horrific scene, the elf reaches out to the ensnared Uther. Byvalson casts Grease!
"Uther! Struggle, fight, live!" Byvalson tracker: HP: 7/7 Coubain HP: 3/3
Bolts: 16
Byvalson stops in his tracks, and rethinks the danger. Taking a step back, he beckons to the zealots of the room. "Andrea, Uther, there may be more evil over here for you to extinguish."
Byvalson slips the silver dagger into his robe's folds. He then carefully steps over to inspect the "zombie" for more information.
Byvalson inspects the rubble and looks for signs of magic. Byvalson Detects Magic. "We should quickly finish expecting the corpses and rubble, then return post haste to the guards with the Doppleganger heads."
Byvalson concentrates and tries to blast the creature's mind again. Byvalson casts Daze!
With a blank expression Byvalson reaches out to the now standing shape changer. Byvalson casts Daze!
Byvalson tracker: HP: 7/7 Coubain HP: 3/3
[dice=Crossbow Attack Roll]1d20 + 3; 1d8[dice] [dice=Critical Confirmation Roll]1d20 + 3[dice] Bolts: 16
Byvalson loads another bolt to fire on the unfinished monster.
Byvalson tracker: HP: 7/7 Coubain HP: 3/3
[dice=Crossbow Attack Roll]1d20 + 3; 1d8[dice] [dice=Critical Confirmation Roll]1d20 + 3[dice] Bolts: 16
Byvalson smirks at the results of his arcane workings on the shape shifting foes. Stepping up to the side Uther, he levels his crossbow with one hand, and let's a bolt loose on the failed actor that his Elven brethren is vanquishing.
The scholar's smirk turns to a smug grin, fervor shining from deep purple eyes. Byvalson shouts to the warrior elf's back.
Byvalson reaches out his hand toward the faux victim, turned monster, standing in front of Uther and Andrea. Byvalson casts Daze!
The creature's eyes glaze over and lose focus, and its arms drop slightly.
Byvalson tracker: HP: 7/7 Coubain HP: 3/3
[dice=Crossbow Attack Roll]1d20 + 3; 1d8[dice] [dice=Critical Confirmation Roll]1d20 + 3[dice] Bolts: 18
Celestial:
"Negative." Draconic:
"Not happening." Sylvan:
"Uh-uh." Goblin:
"Absolutely not." Abyssal:
"Nope." Byalson casts Color Spray. Byvalson tracker: HP: 7/7 Coubain HP: 3/3
[dice=Crossbow Attack Roll]1d20 + 3; 1d8[dice] [dice=Critical Confirmation Roll]1d20 + 3[dice] Bolts: 18
Byvalson looks at the two with an amused expression and a glint of surprise in his eyes. "ahem The manacles move and rest in the air a few feet in front of the group.
Lowering his crossbow, and coughing dryly, Byvalson looks over to Uther and then back to the injured elderly human. "I imagine you won't let me manacle the obvious doppelganger that's taken the appearance of a frail, injured, human before rendering her aid?" The stack of equipment floats down into the hallway, and a pair of manacles recently found gently move through the air over to the party of strangers.
A Sunrod is quietly deposited into Byvalson's hand, and the elf gestures to the supplies in front of the group. Invisible hands shuffle the supplies, and the stack of sundries and equipment follows behind Byvalson.
"We can return to check the nature of duct once we've secured the corpses. The noise may have drawn attention, and my familiar Coubain would use precious time climbing down the unknown depth." Adjusting his familiar satchel and pack, Byvalson looks over his shoulder to the door. "Perhaps, we proceed across the hall and continue our search? Our knight companion seems assured he can lead us through the thresholds."
"The rest of you will need both hands to combat the Doppelgangers, while I only require one hand free to cast my magics." Byvalson hands one Sunrod over to the air beside him, and it floats in place. "And fear not, I can still use my crossbow to some effect." Byvalson hefts his light crossbow, as the Sunrod casually floats in the air beside him. Elven:
"If he plans to get us all killed, at least he can do the courtesy of being first in line." Byvalson tracker: HP: 7/7 Coubain HP: 3/3
[dice=Crossbow Attack Roll]1d20 + 3; 1d8[dice] [dice=Critical Confirmation Roll]1d20 + 3[dice] Bolts: 18
Byvalson snaps his fingers, and the rods float over to him. Byvalson casts Unseen Servant "These shall prove useful, I believe they'd be best utilized in mine hand." The scholarly wizard plucks them out of the air and studies them. Byvalson examines them closely, and searches his knowledge of arcane things.
Byvalson frowns at the frayed hem of his robe, and turns his attention to the room's contents. Byvalson uses Detect Magic
Seeing the mute trying to staunch his wounds, Byvalson moves to Ellery's side to provide an educated but unfamiliar hand to the matter.
With a strip of cloth tightened around his thigh, the wound appears to stop bleeding. "How's that, my silent friend?"
Byvalson loads his crossbow and then waves a rude hand gesture at the last living Zoog as he takes a step back.
"I know I missed the first shot, but you wouldn't injure my pride by hitting the Zoogs!" Byvalson reloads the crossbow and fires wildy at the Zoogs.
Elven:
"You little filthy dwarven s@~~s incarnate! Byvalson tracker: HP: 7/7 Coubain HP: 3/3
[dice=Crossbow Attack Roll]1d20 + 3; 1d8[dice] [dice=Critical Confirmation Roll]1d20 + 3[dice] Bolts: 18
Elven:
"Son of a human whore, what is that?" Muttering under his breath, Byvalson prepares to shoot at anything that moves. Ready Action:
Prepared to shoot at anything that emerges from the glow with the light crossbow. Byvalson tracker: HP: 7/7 Coubain HP: 3/3
[dice=Crossbow Attack Roll]1d20 + 3; 1d8[dice] [dice=Critical Confirmation Roll]1d20 + 3[dice] Bolts: 20
Byvalson is taken aback by the request of the tired man, and knits his fair brows together. "
Byvalson holds his light crossbow down at his left side, the strands of wool in his right a small comfort. "There's only truth in their words, please entreat with us."
Byvalson dry coughs quietly while considering the statement lingering in the astringent air. Shifting from foot to foot he loads his light crossbow and plucks a piece of wool with his dominant hand, bringing both to bear on the door. Readied Action:
Byvalson prepares to cast Daze if anyone or anything appears if the door opens Byvalson tracker: HP: 7/7 Coubain HP: 3/3
With a grimace and a grumble, "I'd rather not send such a diminutive companion down the path took." Byvalson shakes his head and adjusts the familiar satchel, brushing a hand across the hardened leather protecting his familiar. |