Convinced that they have this thing on the ropes, he continues to use his bardic magic to hurl stones at the monster.
He adds lyrics to the song, an impromptu piece that inspires the group.
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Dendillion plays a couple quick notes on his lute, lifting a loose stone with the power of music! It's a simple trick, but when the stones flies out with deadly speed it can cause significant harm.
Dendillion throws caution to the winds, moving past Þóðᛞrekkr so that he can feel Chark's blessing. He whistles, his lips filled with magic (or so the ladies tell him) that causes a nearby stone to fly out and strike at the roper!
Dendillion, for some reason quite knowledgeable about occult matters, tries to recall what he knows of the rope-y creature before them.
The bard begins to sing an inspiring song, words filled with magic as he does so.
He then tries to help Þóðᛞrekkr to get out of the grappling tendril.
"I'm hopeful that this was all of the xulgath occupying this place. Because if not, we're in trouble. Let's take a breather first before we go delving?"
Dendillion slumps to ground. He places his lute beside him and stares at the blisters on his finger. "Let's not do that again, yes? These digits are my bread and butter, and... oh shoot, I am probably going to need to change the strings on my lute! It's a wonder none have snapped yet."
"You'd think they'd get a little bit smarter." The bardic onslaught continues, inspiring the group as he hurls a nearby stone at the lone xulgath.
Fingers beginning to blister, Dendillion continues his magical, musical serenade to the battlefield. The anthem remains courageous, and he spots a nearby stone that his tune catches and hurls at the nearby xulgath.
Not one to leave a friend down, Dendillion continues to play a soothing melody on his lute. He infuses the music with potent magic, and directs that healing to Tiny.
He then takes up his inspirational song again, hoping the courageous anthem will lead them to both greatness and... out of this deadly fight.
As wounds continue to appear amongst his friends, Dendillion is forced to keep his flurry of healing going. This time the soothing notes float towards Haldan. "If I hadn't said it before, met me say it again: this is not sustainable!"
He then steps away from the beast, hoping to get a respite from its gnashing teeth.
"I'm not enjoying being target practice!" Dendillion plays another string of soothing notes, this time letting the magic fill him.
He then moves back towards Tiny and Haldan.
Knowing that the best thing he can do is to support his friends, Dendillion sends some soothing magical notes toward Tiny.
He then moves toward Goliath, certain that the outnumbered bear will need help soon too.
Dendillion renews his inspirational song, overlaying a series of rapidly played notes as he hastens Tiny's steps.
Dendillion yelps in pain from the hail of javelins and shattering bombs. "This is not what it should be like when you're a hero!" Not looking to be a liability, he weaves a soothing song into the ringing music coming from his lute.
He rushes to be besides Tiny. "You know, there's quite a lot of them. It's a bit of a problem!"
Dendillion hustles to keep up with the onrushing Tiny, strumming his lute hilariously all the while. Somehow, the scene of a bard, running as he plays, is an inspiration to the group.
Two platforms protrude from its base and have ladders leaning against them from the ground. From the northern platform climbs a series of narrow steps all the way to a terrace balcony just below the first tier, some 150 feet up, where a great, cavernous doorway enters the tower’s interior.
"Something is wrong here, and I'm willing to bet we won't be alone. Let's maybe keep a low profile as we begin exploring. Looks like there's one obvious entrance. Head there?"
Dendillion takes mental note that there's a performer and an audience waiting for them in Matten Cleave.
"A blight, you say? What sort of blight is it? Because I prefer to be lucky and prepared, which I suppose is it's own kind of good."
"That's an incredible gift. Especially given what the leather on the handle is made of. Thank you." He's taken aback at being called powerful. "I don't know about that. We've mostly been very lucky, surviving many more dangers than we probably deserve. But I guess once you start surviving repeatedly, you start to get good at it? Regardless, not something I can recommend." "We're making our way to Wellspring Tower. We may be full time circus performers, but have taken up a part time gig as adventurers. There are a number of old aeon towers on the Isle of Kortos, and so far we've found bad news at each one. So we're going to check this one out. Do you know the way?"
Dendillion places hands on his thighs, breathing heavily as the sheer adrenaline of the battle runs its course. "That... was rough." Seeing that his friends are alive at least, the bard turns his attention to the shoony. So many of them fell victim to the vicious land sharks. "Ho there, wanderers. Are you well? Any wounds that can be tended to?" He is loathe to offer up Chark's services given that she was so nearly on death's door, so instead checks in on them himself.
Like the greatest of showmen, Dendillion continues to conduct his music from the centre of the battlefield. Each ally feels that bolstering of spirit, allowing them to be just that much more effective.
He simultaneously weaves some soothing tones, directing that energy into Chark's soul.
Dendillion, seeing his friends falling to the monstrous onslaught, chokes down his own rising panic to help with his own form of healing magic. The music he plays turns soothing, allowing for flowing vitality to touch Haldan.
He keeps the inspirational tunes going as well, hoping that the collective might from Charlie and Tiny will win the day.
Dendillion moves closer to the mayhem, placing a hand on his stole to activate the magic within in. He then strums his lute, once more using mustic to inspire the people around him.
The bard isn't killed at slaying monsters, but he does think he can help his friends who are. Once more he strums his lute, magical music flowing forth to contain the bulette advancing on Goliath.
Dendillion struggles with the situation, with these beasts attacking the poor shoony. Just what are these things?
Dendillion strides into more or less the middle of the conflict. He spots Chark, seeing her wounds, and resolves to do something about it. With a strum of his lute he harmonizes with a single sustained note that he sings. The sound is somehow soothing to Chark's ears.
With his music still resonating through the area, Dendillion considers the massive land shark before him. "No, that just won't do. Let's see if we can contain this threat." The bard jams a loud D chord on his lute, the music filled with his magic. An immobile force field begins to form around the bulette, attempting to restrain it.
He then shuffled to get some distance from the creature, hoping to get closer to Chark so that he might address her wounds.
Happy that the show was a success, Dendillion is all smiles even as the attention turns to problems outside of the Circus of Wayward Wonders. "Agreed, my good friend. Wellspring Tower, I think it's called? We should make for it and see what's what."
Happy to take on the mantle of ringmaster, Dendillion works to get the plan together and a performance order that is certain to wow the audience. "It's going to be a good one!"
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Dendillion's heart isn't in the first few days, but when he sees that they're not having the good fortunate he'd hoped for the great bard steps up his game, helping however he can.
Dendillion shrugs. "It's what they said."
Ever a man of the people, at least as far as his performances are go, Dendillion speaks to those who will answer his questions. He uses the promise of entertainment as a way in to each conversation.
"Good eye, Tiny. Here, give me a hand turning that table so I can see what's in the drawer..." Dendillion reads quickly throguh the various documents he finds, stopping on the letter. "Yungor Swinten, a drunkard, died 7 years ago. The Kerrick Grange sent Vandy a thank you note for taking care of the burial expenses. Seems noteworthy." "What's behind those double doors?"
Dendillion nods, putting on a smile meant to cheer Vandy up. "You are far too kind in your assessment of us. We are simple, well-meaning performers. But I think I speak for my fellows when I say that if there's something we can do to help, we will." "Tell us more of this haunting."
Dendillion watches with quiet approval as Tiny sends in the Clowns near the end of Fireproof Flynn's set, helping to cover up a small emergency.
Dendillion sets up the performers before getting ready himself, making sure that everyone know where they'll be in the order of things. He takes a chance and decides to give the newer members an opportunity to shine. Performance Assignments:
OPENER Trick 1: Dendillion BUILD UP Trick 2: The Smoke Dragon Trick 3: The Majestic Mistdancer BIG NUMBER Trick 4: Evora and Gigi FINALE Trick 5: Fireproof Flynn Trick 6: Haldan Trick 7: Fidget's Fireworks He then gets out there to wind the audience up for a humourous, magic-infused musical tale about an incredibly talented liar of a Pathfinder. The real Red Raven...
Dendillion decides that he will perform this go-round.
Dendillion spends his first day in town selling their gotten goods to fund their show. He does his level best to charm and haggle his way to the best price possible. "The silk on this pillow is exquisite, no? Imagine the comfort! And the thread count is such that drool would likely bead right off the surface!"
During their first week the great bard watches Charlie work at promoting the show. "Nicely done, my friend! Here, let me take up the baton for the next few days. Do what you need to do."
He then spends the rest of his spare time busking on the streets, knowing that running this circus is expensive and every spare copper piece helps.
Having set aside the task of getting to know the new circus mates, Dendillion spends the time traveling to Kerrick recovering from his many wounds and converting their adventures to musical tales. Although never anti-social he spends more time alone than is typical of the loquatious bard. Upon arrival, he returns to his duties as quasi-elected ringmaster. "We'll see you there, Mister Vandy! With appetites to spare!" With the group settling in, Dendillion makes a few suggestions about how to proceed. "We're new here, and I'd like us to make a big splash. Plaster the walls of every building with ads, get street urchins passing out flyers to every passerby. That sort of thing. And maybe we can spring for those disposable binoculars? I saw them once and think they'd be fun for people to use at our show. Thoughts?"
"I, for one, am very much done with Escadar," Dendillion says to the Professor. He considers the man's wisdom, glad that Thunder Stendhal had the wisdom to keep the man around. RIP. "Kerrick sounds wonderful in that it is not spelled 'Escadar'. I say we make for it, with our expanded troupe in tow."
Dendillion, who is struggling against all of what Dusklight has wrought on him, manages to get a few words out. "It's over. Turn her in. That's justice. And better than what she'd do."
With the loverboy fleeing the scene, Dendillion hurries forward. His mind is muddled by whatever magic the mistress wielded, but his friends are in danger and that's enough. Enough for him to be very, very cross. He rushes into the room, gets close to Mistress Dusklight, and tries to brain her... with his lute!
It's a simple message. The best he can give in his muddled state.
Dendillion tries, but he doesn't get through to Mazael, "Liar! You speak words born of jealousy!" "Jealousy? No, you are wrong. I speak out of desperation. Desperation that you will see the truth. See the evidence before you. People have died by Dusklight's hands, and it needs to stop!" Dendillion knows that the group looks ragged. Bloodied. Hurt. But also earnest. The troupe is filled with purpose to right the many wrongs by Mistress Dusklight's hands.
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