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"Verrack and Volg, if I'm not mistaken. 'V' for Vanquished..." offers N'Dateh.

N'Dateh tries not to smile at her companions' muddy demise. Closing carefully, she suggests: "How about diplomacy until we know more?"

N'Dateh frowns and lets the others rush forward while she follows at a slower pace, cautious of her immediate surroundings, wondering if they're not just rushing into a trap.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

"That was my fear... What a way to go... Drowning on firm ground... Never underestimate Her cruelty..." mutters N'Dateh solemnly.

N'Dateh gives the boot a grim, careful look, hoping it didn't belong to someone they know, or knew...

N'Dateh nods, then carefully withdraws, keeping her guard up.

Disengage.

"FEEL THE HEAT!"

Produce flame: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 71d8 ⇒ 1

"It moved!?"

[dice=Athletics]1d20+4 Toki hooks his axehead in the thorny vines and hauls N'Dateh free!

I got you, friend! the northman smiles, Light 'em up!

Was the acrobatics roll my action?

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

"Let me go!" shouts N'Dateh, but it doesn't seem to work...

So dreamy, so full of the sweet scents of this earth... The best the land can summon... thinks N'Dateh, until the slight pain she feels reaches a threshold...

Wisdom Disadvantage: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 181d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

"Ugh! Predator!" shouts N'Dateh as she snaps back and summons fire in her palm and slaps her burning hand against the plant.

Produce Flame: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 121d8 ⇒ 4

Wisdom: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

N'Dateh walks past arguing Dacknar and Rilkus, transfixed, yet chastising the Gearforged: "Smell is a wonderful thing. It's not right to prevent others from enjoying it just because you no longer can..."

"No insects... Be vigilant or be food..." warns N'Dateh to her companions.

Nature: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14

"Your girlfriend in every port would love them... Otherwise..."

N'Dateh: I will get to more of the journal story as I can. :)

No worries. I thought it was important. A summary of bullet points of takeaways of gist of things is just as fine ;)

Just to be clear, N'Dateh's intention was to read the tale in the journal aloud.

N'Dateh shrugs at the waste of a good door and steps through the arguing Dacknar and Rilkus and around Toki and his new shield.

With care, she picks up the scroll cases and puts them aside, handing them to Toki if he pays attention, then examines the journal: "A story..." she starts and recites the content once Rilkus and Dacknar finish their scholarly exchange.

N'Dateh finally returns to her weaker form, but stays lying and resting, watching the others discuss while she ponders the new mysteries that seem to be opening for her.

So if I understand correctly, new known spells will only come after a long rest, but we can still use the spell slots to cast other spells, yes?

After a short while, she grows impatient, thinking of their comrades, whose saving was the point of this whole folly. She stirs and stretches like a lioness, then rolls to her feet: "Let's find the captain, yes?"

Ok, I’ll see. I thought it might be a good way to tell everyone in the jungle that Verrack is no longer.

Devotion: I think leans more to the Cleric side with the turn undead, and with the Oath spells being more of support than anything else. On the other hand Having the Sacred Weapon would help if you are having a hard time hitting.

Vengeance: Is more of a striker. The Abjure Enemy can be used on all creatures, unlike the Turn the Unholy. And I think that the Oath spells have more use.

It all depends on how you play. Do you see your self has the shining knight, saving the damsel in destress. Or do you see yourself more of a Judge Dredd stomping out evil.

Agreed.

Would N'Dateh be able to cast Sky Write with her spanking new spell slots? Even perhaps as a ritual?

Level 3 Druid for N'Dateh.

When the ray hit the jumping frogkin, N'Dateh paused and gave the awakened frogkin a hungry look.

When she had first awakened to her true power, she had recalled tales of the desert magi, who described their journey as punctuated by 'the ten oases.' She knew she had passed the first oasis a long time ago and, recently, had felt the taste of water in her mouth, a new sense of discovery, along with a deeper understanding of the Desert's majesty and Its greater mysteries.

But now, as her mouth feels a renewed sense of wonder and a fresher look on the mystery of life, she, for a moment, confuses the frogkin with One of the Desert. With a smile, she, still a hyena, paws forward and smiles, a welcoming of sorts for a sister.

But then she spies the necklace and the connection severs. With a growl, she turns and walks off, finding a corner to lick her wound under the falling rain.

She yawns when Toki asks her for a translation, ignoring the bard and remaining in her beast form, happy for the tingle of the rain and the smells it lifts from the ancient grounds and the fallen corpses.

N'Dateh leaps at the next Frogkin, leaping under Beordt sword, biting low.

Blessed bite: 1d20 + 5 + 1d4 ⇒ (6) + 5 + (1) = 122d6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 2) + 3 = 9

Giant Hyena
AC 12, HP 45-12-4-7=22, Speed 50
Bite +5; 2d6+3
Rampage: if drops an enemy, bonus action to half move and bite

N’Dateh snaps right back at the bloodied wound.

Blessed bite: 1d20 + 5 + 1d4 ⇒ (12) + 5 + (1) = 182d6 + 3 ⇒ (3, 4) + 3 = 10

Giant Hyena
AC 12, HP 45-12-4-7=22, Speed 50
Bite +5; 2d6+3
Rampage: if drops an enemy, bonus action to half move and bite

Hyena dex save, blessed: 1d20 + 2 + 1d4 ⇒ (19) + 2 + (4) = 25

N'Dateh recovers easily, then snaps as she lunges, aiming for where sensitive male parts usually hide.

Blessed bite: 1d20 + 5 + 1d4 ⇒ (8) + 5 + (3) = 162d6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 3) + 3 = 12

Giant Hyena
AC 12, HP 45-12-4-7=22, Speed 50
Bite +5; 2d6+3
Rampage: if drops an enemy, bonus action to half move and bite

Nice crit Beordt! Also, don't forget you're blessed too.

N'Dateh ignores the pain, trusting in nature's regenerative power, and presses the Frogkin, snapping at his legs.

Bite, bless: 1d20 + 5 + 1d4 ⇒ (14) + 5 + (3) = 222d6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 1) + 3 = 10

Giant Hyena
AC 12, HP 45-12-4-7=22, Speed 50
Bite +5; 2d6+3
Rampage: if drops an enemy, bonus action to half move and bite

"Growl!" manages N'Dateh as she tries to burry her teeth into a Frogkin's belly.

Bite: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 182d6 + 3 ⇒ (5, 1) + 3 = 9

N'Dateh the hyena goes for the closest frogkin, unmoved by the many speeches.

Bite: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 82d6 + 3 ⇒ (5, 5) + 3 = 13

N'Dateh yelps in pain and pretends to retreat, but then snaps right back when the frogkin tries its luck.

Bite: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 232d6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 1) + 3 = 5

Giant Hyena
AC 12, HP 45-12, Speed 50
Bite +5; 2d6+3
Rampage: if drops an enemy, bonus action to half move and bite

N'Dateh runs and seems to trip as she advances, but in her fall, her shape becomes fluid for a blink and, when she lands, she is Hyena, the desert's rage and cruel humour. She stays low and turns as he reaches the group, going for a blue frogkin's throat.

Bite vs Blue: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 72d6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 4) + 3 = 13

Giant Hyena
AC 12, HP 45, Speed 50
Bite +5; 2d6+3
Rampage: if drops an enemy, bonus action to half move and bite

N'Dateh stays five feet behind Beordt, not wanting to close in just yet.

N'Dateh concentrates: "Let the desert's djinns light up your skin, that judgment finds its mark!"

Faerie Fire, Dec DC 13

N'Dateh nods. She will follow Toki.

N'Dateh tilts her head: "Time for action. Let's bring these tyrants down."

N'Dateh crouches behind the rest of the group. As she spies a hint of open sky within reach, a smile creeps up on her face. She wasn't the tunnel type.

N'Dateh nods and follows Dacknar.

N'Dateh grabs the rope to help. She turns to Dur and asks: "Run where? I was under the impression that this way was the way to get to Verrack. If not, then yes, let's run and leave. Let's use the same path as yesterday. That seems safer..."

Ready.

Having developed a certain measure of kinship and respect for the Frogkin, N'Dateh refrains from walking off and tries to show some level of interest in the holy depictions and Qwerbrac's reaction.

"Ok, not preceed them then..." adds N'Dateh, now curious despite herself.

N'Dateh moves over to look at what Toki is pointing at, as she closes, she says to the bard: "The new gods... Ancient gods for me... Right, some mosaic, so this place precedes them, you think, or they've forgotten the good old ways?"

As time passes, N'Dateh resumes her human form. She looks at the rest of the group while they rest, wondering what lay in store for them.

For a moment, her thoughts go to the Captain and those who followed him, to be chased thus in a wildly ambitious gambit, after all of them risked their skin just to see them freed. Things had taken a strange bent, she thinks to herself, an organic sort of bent. Perhaps fate and nature were intertwined after all?

She yawns, then passes out from exhaustion, trusting in her companions to guard her sleep, but not before she has secured a handful of healing berries for the coming day.

Last spell is Goodberry.

Finally she wakes, stirred by some unknown shuffle on the edge of her consciousness. With langour, she rises and stretches, reminding you of a shifty cat as her gaze lingers on each of you for an uncomfortable moment.

"Today we kill this Verrack, yes? And let's pray for the Captain's soul, may the jungle, the desert and the ocean guide his step to safety!" she says, surprising herself at her outburst of... compassion?

N'Dateh the hyena yaps a laugh at Rilkus's realistical realization, then gives Dacknar a long knowing look before hyeawning and lying down to rest, watching the conversation intently.

N'Dateh, as Hyena, laughs cautiously to draw her companions' attention, then looks up the stairs expectantly.

N'Dateh, as hyena, circles and looks at the stairs, trying to make clear she would like to climb them right now.

Thanks for taking the time to let us know! And yes, stay warm.

N’Dateh fights the urge to rush after the offending, and truly mouth-watering Frogkin, pressing the Ogre in the hope of being offered some opening.

Bite: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 132d6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 6) + 3 = 13

AC 12, 41 hp.

N'Dateh slaloms around the gearforged's legs and snaps at the Ogre's camelboy steak.

Bite: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 102d6 + 3 ⇒ (3, 2) + 3 = 8

N'Dateh feels the beat of the desert surge through her; an impossible hunger, and a lust for the kill.

Swiftly, she rushes the frogkin, following Beordt's javelin. Perhaps it wasn't the spirit if the desert then? Perhaps it was some canine urge to run in the wake of flying sticks?

Bite: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 142d6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 6) + 3 = 13

If it dies, the hyena can rush at the next one.