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Lissa retrieves Trill's body as she makes her escape with the others. That evening she holds vigil over her limp form, washing the blood away and smoothing the fur of her cat-shaped body.

The next morning at dawn, as Lissa prays to Shelyn to restore beauty to the world, her hands begin to glow. As she lays her hands on Trill's lifeless form, the wounds begin to heal and slowly, her eyes flutter open.

Tears form in Lissa's eyes as Trill sits up and begins to clean herself, licking a paw and rubbing her face. "You know I would not leave you long,dear. You still have a lot to learn about being a champion of The Eternal Rose."

raise dead per Ultimate Mercy

"Trill come back!" Lissa shouts as she again takes out her bow.

attack v red: 1d20 + 13 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 13 + 5 = 24
damage: 1d6 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

Lissa moves into the space, holding her glaive to cover her allies.

Lissa starts making her way back up the stairs, stopping to pet the Fox on her way.

"There, there"

Lay on Hands: 6d6 + 4 ⇒ (5, 6, 1, 3, 6, 5) + 4 = 30

"Shelyn protect us!" Lissa beseeches.

[dice=Lay on Hands, Walla]6d6+4
[dice=Lay on Hands, self]6d6+4

Then she shuffles down the stairs to make room for Orst.

Healed and moved.

"Shelyn protect us!" Lissa beseeches.

Lay on Hands, Walla: 6d6 + 4 ⇒ (3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 3) + 4 = 28
Lay on Hands, self: 6d6 + 4 ⇒ (6, 5, 1, 2, 2, 4) + 4 = 24

Then she shuffles down the stairs to make room for Orst.

If the slumber is successful, she will move ahead into the room, instead.

Walla is currently protected by shield other half the damage done to her would go to Lissa

"Walla, can you tumble through?" Lissa asks as she swings her hammer.

Hammer vs red: 1d20 + 10 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 10 + 5 = 24
bludgeoning: 1d8 + 8 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 8 + 9 = 18

Hammer vs red: 1d20 + 5 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 5 = 18
bludgeoning: 1d8 + 8 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 8 + 9 = 24

Lissa regrips her glaive to let her draw her hammer, glaring at the harpy in frustration. "You could be creatures of beauty!"

Smite

Hammer vs Red: 1d20 + 10 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 10 + 5 + 1 = 22
Bludgeoning: 1d8 + 8 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 8 + 9 = 20

"Come on, Toral! You don't want to be caught out." Lissa calls as she moves up the stairs.

Lissa stows her bow, then draws her glaive as she starts up the stairs.

"Stairs it is," Lissa agrees as she follows behind.

Lissa picks up her glaive and stows it.

"Toral, come under the overhang." she advises.

Lissa moves over and readies her own strike.

Lissa moves back toward the building and readies an arrow for when she can spot the harpy.

I'm thinking the mist is being more of a hindrance than a help at this point.

Lissa tracks the one she has smitten and lets loose an arrow, then steps back into the mist.

Attack: 1d20 + 13 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 13 + 5 = 34
Piercing: 1d6 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11
high hits: 1d100 ⇒ 57

Lissa steps out of the mist and shouts, "Come out, come out and play!"

Lissa moves to the edge of the mist and attacks the nearest harpy.

Attack: 1d20 + 13 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 13 + 5 = 28
Piercing: 1d6 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

"Go away!"

Trill casts guidance on Walla

Lissa lays down her glaive, moves to the edge of the mist, focuses on the evil within the nearest harpy and fires her bow.

Attack: 1d20 + 13 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 13 + 5 = 19
Piercing: 1d6 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

Trill casts guidance on Walla

Lissa moves over to be closer to Walla and readies to attack anything that gets close.

Trill gives Walla another guidance.

Walla, +1 competence on a single attack, save, or skill check

Will: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31

Waking from the captivating song, Lissa shakes her head, "Such beauty for such evil ends." Smite evil

She steps away from the creature and wields her glaive.

high hits: 1d100 ⇒ 47
Attack: 1d20 + 10 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 10 + 5 = 18
Damage: 1d10 + 13 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 13 + 9 = 25

Will, circle: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 11 + 2 = 19
Will, circle: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 11 + 2 = 19
Will, circle: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 11 + 2 = 15

Thanks, dice

"Being small makes it easier to hide, but... my armor is also quite loud."

Lissa offers Walla a platinum ring, "If you stay close to me, this will protect you."

If accepted, she casts shield other

Glaive at the ready, Lissa and Trill advance with the others.

"Manacles? I'd rather not go that far. Perhaps some rope would be enough."

Always misfortune before the slumber, lol

Lissa continues her attempt to subdue the man.

Attack 1: 1d20 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 9 + 3 = 18
Damage:: 1d4 + 8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 8 + 3 = 14 nonlethal

Attack 2:: 1d20 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 3 = 14
Damage:: 1d4 + 8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 8 + 3 = 12 nonlethal

"Did this accursed sword do this to him?" Lissa asks as she cautiously moves the sword away from his unconscious form.

Lissa tries to knock the scholar out. "Don't hurt my friends."

Attack: 1d20 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 9 + 3 = 18
Damage: 1d4 + 8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 8 + 3 = 12 nonlethal

Attack 2: 1d20 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 4 + 3 = 27
Damage: 1d4 + 8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 8 + 3 = 15 nonlethal

Crit 2: 1d20 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 3 = 17
Damage: 1d4 + 8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 8 + 3 = 14 nonlethal

"What are you doing?" Lissa exclaims, "Resist the influence!"

She then casts divine favor and moves past Toral, drawing her sap.

+3 attack and damage

Lissa looks at the man with more than a little awe, "Wow, what a story. Cursed blades, soured love, and betrayal. I have half a mind to take my notes to the temple and commission a song." she sits quietly for a minute contemplating this possibility.

"If we can repair the sword, will that repair their broken love?"

Lissa watches the landscape with fascination on both the boat and wagon ride. She frowns at the comments about the Oakstewards, "Shelyn says to keep room in our hearts for everyone."

Lissa works her way slowly through the underbrush.

Reflex: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

Lissa moves into entangled area, "This is so frustrating! Why won't it leave us alone?"

Reflex: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

Lissa continues to scan the mist for evil as she moves toward the sounds of distress.

Trill flies back toward Toral, level with the apparition.

Reflex: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

Lissa moves up next to Orst, continues concentrating on her spell, and tells the party where she detects the aura of evil.

The mist is rather thick obscuring the boat and the end of the pathway, and is well beyond Detect Evil range (60') per map, you could always move closer - you are all still at the campfire site

Lissa had started moving toward the docks a minute before the screaming started

After a minute of quiet, she turns to check on the crew.

Lissa concentrates on the area, trying to identify any auras of evil.

Lissa casts detect evil and looks toward the mist.

Lissa waits for something to happen. After a minute of quiet, she turns to check on the crew.

Lissa nods, "I agree. The crew should be our first priority."

Lissa and Trill move forward into the trees. double move

Lissa says a word of prayer as positive energy heals her wounds.

Lay on Hands (self): 6d6 + 4 ⇒ (2, 1, 3, 3, 6, 6) + 4 = 25

Fortitude: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22 takes 22 damage

"Ouch! Stop that you mean ghost!" Smite Evil

Lissa picks up her glaive, takes a step back and strikes at the foul creature.

Attack: 1d20 + 10 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 10 + 5 = 33
Damage, +1 glaive: 1d8 + 13 + 9 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 13 + 9 + 9 = 33

AC 18

Fortitude: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25 takes 15

"I am not Tylaca! My name is Lissa. Maybe you made a mistake/ You don't need to get angry with us, we can help you."

Lissa prepares to dodge another strike from the creature as she stands up.

Total Defense before standing from prone. Unarmored AC is 14 base +4 for 18

Fortitude: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21

Lissa's eyes flutter open as the ghostly creature strikes her sleeping form. "Rose's bloody thorns!"

Lissa shudders, "Rose's thorns, I do not like this feeling."

As Orst sharpens his sword, Lissa sings softly to herself. At first, her voice falters, but Trill takes the form of a songbird and begins to accompany her. With her familiar's accompaniment, Lissa's voice gains confidence and warmth.

Looking refreshed, the halfling checks on her allies before settling herself in to camp for the night. "Third watch for me and Trill. We like to greet the dawn together."

Lissa takes the second fragment from Walla when they take a moment to rest, "Walla, you don't look so well. Would you like me to carry both fragments?" Lissa offers.

Lissa follows Orst and Toral, with her glaive at the ready.

Lissa searches the hag's person for the shard, humming a tune and occasionally singing a phrase, "sing the red rose..."

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

"Oh!" Lissa blinks, "That was quick"

She casts detect evil on the hag, "It is a shame that such beauty was only an illusion, hiding so much ugliness within."

A flustered looking halfling woman in full plate hurries into the room, a small thrush on her shoulder chitters into her ear.

"Yes, I know I should have been ready sooner, the first blush of dawn was just so beautiful I had to recite that poem. It's not my fault Sir Ocentelus wrote thirteen verses!"

She turns to the assembled party, blushing, "Sorry I'm late. My name is Lissa. Lissa Meadowlark. And this is Trill," she gestures to the songbird, which promptly hops to the ground and transforms into a black cat with violet eyes.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance." the cat speaks with a surprisingly mellifluous contralto, "I do try to set a good example for my charge, but she is still learning her path."

Lissa looks from Toral to Orst to Walla, "I- I guess you'll have to fill us in on the details on the way."