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Dex Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10 HP: 17/24
Concentration (Con) save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

Ertzah is battered by the commotion in the pit, but just barely hangs on to his conjured ghosts, and allows them to gently fade out at the warnings of a real threat.

Nature: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

"These are beasts that prefer silence. Much good may it do us now." Ertzah hobbles after the group, the slowest member of the group as his earthy bulk gets in the way, unlike the more graceful Thraxil.

Is the Skywhale putting up any fight, or is it already dead?

Ertzah despairs as the violence breaks out around him, the brutal clash of men against men whilst the uncaring heavens continue the deluge, doing nothing to stifle emotions anymore.
I sought to dampen the spark, but instead the inferno rages. What hope is there? I don't have the strength to extinguish this conflict.

Ha! That is what is so amusing about men! So difficult to make them move or stop, but so easy to direct once they set themselves in motion! Come, let's guide them away! An inferno must burn its course, but the course can be changed! Just remove the fuel, or add fuel somewhere else! The cheerful voice chitters in Ertzah's mind. His familiar, though not yet corporeally manifested, has awakened in the chaos.

Still his vines are colored with Rahn Behn's magics, as he pulls three luminous white spirits with scythes on their backs from the earth, setting them to hover above the guardsmen. They each point accusing fingers at the Pit and Waves of Heron crew.

A Silent Image from my Invocation, once it is my turn again

"Would that you could dream to process your thoughts." Ertzah whispers, and a moment later a soporific haze manifests around the Orc.

Casting Sleep, if he has less than 7d8 ⇒ (3, 1, 1, 6, 6, 3, 3) = 23 Current HP, this will take him out for a minute. That's a rather low roll though, so probably not.

Ertzah stumbles back from the orc's brutal display of disrespect for the dead, just as Nikomedos pounces and tries to hold the orc down.

"ENOUGH! Stand down before this misunderstanding escalates beyond control!" The Golem raises his voice further still, calling out against the storm. Even as he does, the coloration of his vines begins to shift from a healthy green to an eldritch violet as the power of his patron gathers within.

Will finish this action later tonight as I don't have my sheet with me at the moment. It's most likely going to be a Sleep spell on the big orc, which would go down better if someone whacked him on the head first, in spite of Ertzah's instructions. Or I could try it against his full HP and hope to get lucky.

Ertzah is content to let Thraxil speak while he does his best to tend the wounded.

I'm assuming we're all pushing forward, rather than just Gutter seeing this?

"Stand aside." Ertzah calls loudly, though his voice remains calm and melodic as he makes his way through the crowd to the wounded. If the crowd does not part for Ertzah, please roll a Persuasion check for me (+4). If the result is below a 15, Ertzah will expend Guidance to add 1d4 to the roll.

Ertzah knows little of medicine for the beings of blood and flesh, and in the darkness it's even harder to tell what damage has been done. For the still bodies, he flips them on their sides so they don't drown in mud or blood, and as he does so, again his vines glow as he hopes to Spare the Dying Touch to stabilize those at 0hp, if they're still making death saves.

"A fight? Hum. Who are the contenders?" Ertzah calls after Gutter, then looks to Dellard.

"Perhaps we can help, if the Yaevre will it." He thumps an arm to his chest, and again the ivy quivers with magic as he invokes Guidance, and waits for the Captain's instruction.

"Yes, it was..." The golem begins to gesticulate widely for the goblin, when a fellow team member tosses a barrel into his open arms. He sighs.

"No, you're right. It was probably nothing." He passes the barrel up to Thraxil, and stays nearby to form part of a chain for the supply line. As he eases into the loading work, his mind wanders to the green lights they saw.

Could it be Faerie Fire? I wonder what it means.
Arcana: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Guessing at a skill check for more info. Also trained in History/Nature with the same bonus

"I had a strange dream last night." The short stocky golem rounds the wagon while musing out loud, pressing a palm against one side of the wagon before moving on.

"It was the Skycurse, but it formed a circle. Then it began to spin." One of the wooden boards gives way to stubby earthen fingers and breaks.
"Aw, rot it." It's a familiar scene as the dark green ivy of the golem's body glows bright for a moment and the board is repaired with a hiss of magic.

"What do you think it means?"

Hum, I appear to have ended up notably more fragile compared to the rest, despite my best efforts. Oh well, I have no reason to stand in front of savages while they wave their kill-sticks at us anyhow.

The other players may be on some weekend getaway due to the Monday holiday in the states, though I'm personally celebrating at home. It may be prudent to send them a PM letting them know they're in the game though.

I'm in California, which means at the time of this post, it is nearly 7pm for me. I'll mostly post in the evenings, but maybe in the morning before work, and maybe something quick while at work (during lunch).

I am posting to initialize my presence.

Keeping a sentient race as a familiar seems cruel, and I've opted for Tome bond with the Find Familiar ritual. The ritual can be recast to reshape your familiar's form, I imagine it shifting between Ran Behn and Barzelselel's favored animals (frog and monkey, pygmy rhino and snake).