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Kraang! Absorbs half of the damage due to his infernal heritage. As the flames flicker out, Kraang! slowly turns to see the fetchling. A tail snakes around Kraang!'s robe and grabs onto the wand in the druid's hand. Kraang! then raises an empty palm and glares up. "Fire with fire." A globe of fire erupts on the palm of Kraang's hand. Extending his arm, the flame leaps toward the fetching.
Kraang returns to his normal size after the combat is completed. He is then shocked at the show of compassion Mareck shows to healing his wounds. Unsure on how to react, Kraang looks around a bit. A few gurgles echo from under his hood with graduity. "Thank you." As the group proceeds down the corridor, Kraang! shakes his head when asked if this hallway looks familiar. Kraang! nods at Ajah's recommendation to examine Cold Storage. "Agreed."
Mareck, Shield spell has a Target range of You. A caster can't cast or use a wand of Shield on another person. You also probably shouldn't include the AC bonus from Shield in your stat block either since the spell only lasts a minute. You would be burning through wands left and right trying to keep that spell active.
Kraang! kneels on the ground to pick up some dirt. He rubs it over bare, warty feet and murmuring an incantation. His feet glow ever so slightly as they are infused with divine power. He then with draws an amulet from around his neck and the sounds of branches breaking can be heard nearby. Once he has finished, Kraang! readies his staff and nods.
The tall humanoid looks over his fellow Pathfinders with an unnerving gaze. He is draped from head to in blood red cloth with only his eyes and hands exposed. The eyes are cloudy like sour milk. It rests its body on his stout quarterstaff as long, rubbery fingers fondle its shaft. Every once in awhile, a gurgle echoes from the creature's concealed throat. "Kraang. Is. Here."
Kraang! walks into the storage room/morgue. After looking over the bodies, he points at each of the men with a gurgling accounment. "Poisoned. Poisoned." He then turns to look at the boxes and crates. Narrowing his eyes, a wet sucking sound can be heard as the druid thinks. "Terinav Root. Touch anything in the room and die." Kraang! shuffles back out of the room. He turns his head for once more to the party. "The dead elf has an magical blade, scroll and bag on his person."
Kraang! reaches across his body, crossing his arms as he reaches into a pair of pouches. In one hand Kraang! holds up to revel powdered iron and in the other brimstone. He beings to hum, the octaves sliding up and down the scale. The brimstone and iron flutter out of Kraang!'s rubbery palms. In rays of mist, they intertwine, swirling together across the dungeon's floor. Once past Jake, the two elements spark and ignite into a sphere of flame. This spongy mass roll over to the hindquarters of the zombie wolf, prodding it to go forward. Sleep now with the fire.
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