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Cyrene enhances Sabach's weapons and takes up a sensible position behind the angel.

Cyrene, now seated, frowns and then Sabach appears in a flash of fire and light.

"Peace." The angel says sonorously. "I mean you no harm. Cyrene is my charge and I am here to act as her voice. Will you speak of your quest? I trust that it is honorable, as you are."

Cyrene holds her hands up in the universal gesture for 'I mean no harm' and then slowly opens her mouth and, equally slowly, points inside it to show her... vocal disability.

Then she signs, carefully and slowly, keeping her hands clearly visible. Do you understand me?

Cyrene does so, dropping back into the tunnel with speedy stealth!

Stealth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Cyrene heads for the tunnel, ignoring Sabach's silent glare and looks down it a little nervously before visibly setting herself. Then she looks back, gives a jaunty wave and heads into the passage with a light spell to help her see.

Cyrene flops backwards onto the ground with a muted sigh while Sabach methodically cuts the body to shreds to ensure that the demon cannot return.

Attacks!: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 171d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 111d8 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 111d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Sabach moves to flank the demon and lashes out once more! Ineffectively.

Cyrene crawls forwards towards Branwyn.

Flaming Weapons: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 191d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 221d8 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 71d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Sabach strides forwards into combat once more, slashing at the demon with righteous fury as Cyren sits up and braces herself for more pain.

Cyrene jerks awake with a strangled gasp and then scrunches her eyes shut.

Sabach appears in a brief flash of fire and strides towards the demon once more, it's whip appearing in a second burst. The angel looks... angry.

Sabach seems utterly unmoved by the damage, fighting on methodically. Cyrene on the other hand, staggers under the blows!

Attacks: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 261d20 + 17 ⇒ (1) + 17 = 181d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 122d8 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (3, 7) + 5 + 1 = 162d6 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (4, 4) + 5 + 1 = 142d6 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (4, 3) + 5 + 1 = 13
Battle Med: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 192d8 ⇒ (2, 4) = 6

Seeing a demon to be destroyed Sabach waits just long enough for Cyrene to enhance its weapons and then strides forwards to destroy its foe!

Whip: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 262d8 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (4, 4) + 5 + 1 = 14

Cyrene grabs Jorum into an entirely genuine hug - the big guy is far too sweet for his own good. Which is probably why Valda keeps getting into other peoples beds before he does.

You have a big heart. She signs, after enjoying the hug. Never forget that. And you don't need to moon me.

Cyrene looks sad. Very sad. Her lips quiver. A tear sparkles in the corner of her eye...

Bluff: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Cyrene smirks at Jorum and then adopts the wide eyed pleading expression that she knows will make almost everyone in the Following listen.

You mean you won't if I just ask nicely? Her hands signal while her eyes dance with laughter.

Cyrene sends Sabach to retrieve the pendent but does so distractedly as she joins Arianda playing with the lagofirs. She speaks to them in clicks and odd chitters and the creatures react as though they actually understand the halfling! It seems as though her angelic heritage might be manifesting in a strange sort of Truespeech!

As the group leaves she tugs on Arianda's hand and signs to her.

They really liked you. They said you can come back to play in their pool whenever you want. They'll rub on you to keep you warm too. Her nose wrinkles. It's what they do for friends and babies.

To LEARN. Cyrene replies, still smiling. She gives another thumbs up and the gestures down the corridor after Bran and Jorum. Before they set off though she makes an intricate gesture and a ball of light floats out of thin air to hover above Arianda's head.

Now its not so dark. Cyrene signs and leads the cleric onwards.

Cyrene smiles widely and nods her head, before repeating Arianda's signs, with a couple of key exceptions.

"I don't know if I'm doing this RIGHT. Do you understand ME"

She then signs a simple gesture that the whole following knows. Thank you.

Cyrene reaches up and takes Arianda's hand with her own small one, squeezing supportively. She smiles at the cleric and gives her a thumbs up, clearly trying to express positivity.

Sabach meanwhile stalks ahead, lingering behind Jorum but only just.

Thankfully animals have an excellent sense of self preservation and the mammoths, tapirs and assorted others hustle through the pass at high speed without any real coaxing from Cyrene and the other handlers. The halfling herself ends up being scooped into Sabach's arms when her speed proves simply too slow and the angel is one of the last ones out of the pass, a shield of fire flickering around it as the snow, ice and rock crashes down behind them.

Once on the other side Cyrene sets to work calming Gryff, who seems to have been badly discombobulated by the whole thing while Sabach looks back at the pass.

"It seems unlikely that we will be pursued now." The angel says. "Even if Ivarsa were able to follow she will not be able to bring her warband. That is a good thing."

Whip: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 281d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 111d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 162d8 + 6 ⇒ (3, 4) + 6 = 132d6 + 6 ⇒ (6, 5) + 6 = 172d6 + 6 ⇒ (1, 6) + 6 = 13

Sabach remains unperturbed, lashing out with a flaming whip that tightens around Pakano's throat in a lethal embrace.

Cyrene would shout, but that's not going to happen so she pulls back further, pushing the link between her and Sabach to the near limit.

Cyrene stays out of the way while Sabach does what it does best.

Kill the traitor: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 9 + 1 = 141d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 5 + 1 = 252d8 + 6 ⇒ (6, 1) + 6 = 132d8 + 6 ⇒ (2, 5) + 6 = 13

Cyrene casts Bolster Eidolon to give Sabach AC20 and stays well out of the way!

Pre-cast magic weapon.

Cyrene responds to Pakano's offer using the only sign he ever learned, one so universal its meaning needs no translation.

Not being a fool she has already enhanced Sabach's weapons with magic and the angel ignores the shield-bearer in favour of taking down the traitor, by flanking him with Branwyn!

Flaming Sword; Whip: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 9 + 1 = 241d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 5 + 1 = 212d8 + 6 ⇒ (4, 3) + 6 = 132d8 + 6 ⇒ (8, 1) + 6 = 15

Cyrene meanwhile does little more than scuttle out of the way.

Can we drop enough snow on them to stop the fire and not block the pass? Cyrene signs, not well versed in the movement of snow and ice.

Cyrene watches with open mouthed astonishment and nods dumbly in agreement to Branwyn's whispered comment. Once she recovers from the unexpected engagement she tugs on Jorum's sleeve and begins signing to both him and Sabach.

If Pakano is beyond then we should climb the mountain and come at them from above. She suggests in her silent tongue. We need to stop them triggering the avalanche in the first place and an attack from above would do that. Rushing into the pass won't help.

"We bring a small following." Sabach says calmly. "No more than forty people and a dozen assorted beasts of burden. We will pass through swiftly and without causing trouble if we can."

Gryff the glyptodon has been making friends with the tribes mammoths, much to Cyrene's delight but the huge creature is not happy about the cold close to the mountains and the halfling has been spending a lot of time trying to weave Gryff a blanket from shed mammoth hair. It is a mammoth task, especially for Cyrene, and her progress is slow, so she reluctantly bids her new friend goodbye with a series of odd cooing sounds and clicks before taking her place with the rest of the scouts, ready to chart their way through the pass and whatever hazards, or enemies, may await.

Cyrene nods, there's no way that she knows of to tell who is right, and both sets of creatures seem well matched in terms of cruelty anyway.

Nature: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21

Cyrene looks at the creature from near its own height and flashes hand signs to Jorum and Sabach.

"A twigjack. They are usually cruel and play tricks." Sabach says flatly as its whip appears slowly in its hand. "Cyrene does not distrust this one though."

Cyrene spends most of the short trip perched precariously on top of her new friend the glyptodon. Quite how she is communicating with the huge animal is unclear, but she definitely is and it seems to be working!

When the ritual is found she signs back the way they came and frames a question.

"Do we wish to return to the mound or not?" Sabach translates. "We have a little time ahead of the Burning Mammoths. Hopefully."

Cyrene nods and heads slowly towards the huge dinosaur as she tries to work her magic.

Nature: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30

Something about the halfling, whether its her angelic heritage, or simply practise gets through to the dinosaur and it lumbers towards her, seemingly entranced.

Sabach relays Cyrene's gestures to the group.

"It seems there may be a burial mound or barrow on the hill." The angel reports. If Cyrene expresses a preference regarding it the angel fails to pass it on.

Cyrene stands vigil that night with Argakoa, trying to ignore the various sounds that occasionally float from the tent the following had gifted to Ardissa as she does so.

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A few days later, when the odd formation is spotted, Cyrene looks up from riding Willow and frowns into the distance, trying to see if there is anything significant apart from odd rocks.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

Sabach steps forward and slays the man with a single clean thrust of its flaming blade. The angel doesn't bother waiting for any responses and steps back to Cyrene, who is still obviously still suffering somewhat from the battering Sabach received.

"You need to learn more of medicine." The angel says calmly. "You should not continue taking blows in this way without repairing yourself."

Sabach continues to silently carve the reavers apart.

Flaming Weapons: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 291d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 252d8 + 6 ⇒ (1, 3) + 6 = 102d6 + 6 ⇒ (1, 3) + 6 = 10

Cyrene meanwhile shoots a thankful look at Valda and strengthens Sabach's protections.

Reinforce Eidolon again.

Sabach attempts to carve the reaver into small pieces with its flaming weapons.

Sabach: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 231d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 192d8 + 6 ⇒ (3, 3) + 6 = 122d6 + 6 ⇒ (3, 3) + 6 = 12 +1 cancels out frightened.

Cyrene staggers from the blows Sabach is receiving and pushes magic out to bolster its defenses.

Bolster Eidolon.

When Jorum says it would Adrissa's death would bother his friends a keen observer might spot a blonde halfling shaking her head rather firmly...

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Cyrene and Sabach move in practised synchronicity as the angel marches forward and the halfling falls back.

Magic weapon. Sabach move towards the enemy (specifically one of the reavers), Cyrene moves away.

Cyrene is no expert on the tracking front and all the good will in the world can't make mammoths walk any more lightly so she spends most of her time just in front of the following, checking the way ahead for hazards. She leaves the tricky business of foiling pursuit to her fellow scouts.

How? Cyrene signs, looking up at Jorum. They had so much skill to make the cave but they still couldn't protect the Flame, or Syarstik. How can we get it back when they couldn't?

Cyrene studies the whole situation carefully, seemingly complete alive to the importance of the whole thing. As the group finally leaves the halfling seems oddly pensive and her hands are remarkably still. Something is bothering her, but she doesn't seem inclined to talk about it.

Cyrene watches the conversation carefully, but has little to add apart from the sadness that Syarstik's fate causes her. Her eyes keep wandering to Jorum too, worried by how often he has been felled in this cave.

Cyrene bolsters Sabach against the tiger while the angel slashes at the cave painting.

Righteous Stabbing!: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 261d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 212d8 + 5 ⇒ (7, 6) + 5 = 182d8 + 5 ⇒ (4, 8) + 5 = 17

His blows are powerful and fuelled with righteous anger.

Cyrene empowers Sabach once more and the eidolon strides forward as she retreats once more.

Magic Weapon. Sabach moves to flank, Cyrene backs out of the cave.

Cyrene nods her agreement and takes the hat, tugging Arianda forward to Jorum on the way.

Once the ranger is suitably healed she leads the way back to the blindhelms and offers the cap to the first one she encountered.

Sabach closes in and lashes out with flaming weapons of justice!

Cleansing by fire!: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 281d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 92d8 + 6 ⇒ (1, 7) + 6 = 142d6 + 6 ⇒ (1, 6) + 6 = 13

Cyrene bolsters Sabach once more, hoping that the angel can save Jorum.

Cyrene infuses Sabach with magic as the angel marches forwards to protect Jorum.

Magic Weapon and Reinforce Eidolon on Sabach. He strides forwards.

Cyrene taps on elbows and knees and then, once she has everyones attention, starts miming, waving her hands around like she's casting magic and then miming a fishing line and throwing it towards the lit cap.

"She wants to know if you have a fishing line to grab the hat." Sabach translates, which earns him an evil look from his companion and a flurry of sign.

"She wishes to know if anyone has a spell like a fishing line to take the cap." Sabach corrects himself.

Cyrene nods and then bows to show her thanks.

Cyrene smiles and pats the blindhelms before slowly making her way back to the entrance of the cave so she can sign with Sabach.

"She's made friends with the blindhelms." Sabach reports. "We are to enter slowly and carefully, and not get between her and the creatures."

The angel sets off immediately, clearly impatient to return to its charge,

Medicine: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Hero Point: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

While Cyrene has a little medical skill it's mostly limited to cuts, but for the sake of these small creatures she wants to try. Fortunately its similar to the bruises she often gets after Sabach gets hit and she has a cream that helps with the swelling.

Applying it with gentle hands she soon has the blindhelms feeling better.

And still no way of contacting everyone else.

Cyrene advances slowly, keeping her hands wide and non-threatening as she makes soothing noises through her mangled mouth. She treats the blindhelms just as she would a frightened kitten or other small animal and does her best to seem as unthreatening as possible.

Nature: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Hero Point: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16