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Guyzer prepares to cast, hesitates a moment to look at his friends, and then regretfully calls to something from the fey realm.

Guyer successfully summons "THAT GUY" to the party

..I hope this doesn't backfire...

And from the far side of the cavern a small tunnel opens up. A mean, dog-faced creature pops down onto the floor. It gives a calculating at the battle going before hearing the noise of the Behemoth climbing up. Rushing over and seeing the struggling creature, there is a cruel barking laughter as its shoots it bow at it.

Pugwampi Being Mean vs Behemoth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Guyzer moves up toward the gate and then drops his scroll to begin casting a spell.

Small particles of green glowing specks swirl out from his palm and make their way to Kyrie. They infuse into her body passing along their color where they enter.

As the color spreads along her skin, Kyrie begins to grow into the size of a green skinned, small giant.

Guyzer thought Cai's plan made sense and also thought those coming from the back would be the silent group.

He maintains his stealth so no one sees his flabbergasted face as Cai crashes through the secret door.

Guyzer makes eye contact with Krent and tries to make a connection with him by telling of his own powerlessness in Lastwall when the Whispering Tyrant rose again.

Diplomancy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Chasing a goblin with sword in hand. Reminds me when I was young and took my first step onto Erastil's path..

Guyzer remembers his youth!

Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

Despite Kyrie's quick recovery Guyzer is angry! He growls at the bear before striking out with his sword.

Intimidation vs Will: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Sword Slash with Flank: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 5 + 2 = 26
Slash Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

2nd Sword Slash with Flank: 1d20 + 5 + 2 - 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 + 2 - 5 = 4
Slash Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

"No blood was spilled and I think Cai learned his lesson well enough Kyrie. People make mistakes especially with only so few years under your belt. His better nature lapsed for a moment and soon reasserted itself when he apologized."

Perspective of a Redeemer Champion, Ancient Elf being 100+ years old. Forgiving and seeing the potential goodness of everyone

And with that said Guyzer proceeds to gather those still injured to cast Heal on everyone.

3 Action Heal: 1d8 ⇒ 7

Guyzer then compliments those farmer that quickly stood up to fight but just as quickly stood down. He draws a parallel of Erastil's tenets to his champion to their actions. The deity's values include defending communities and protect the peace.

At this point an elderly elf in worn scale armor walks into the camps.

Greetings, I am Guyzer....

He asks politely if this the caravan meeting point. Proceeding to hand over his payment to join with a warm and some what weary smile, he settles in camp.

Instead of heedlessly running up to the last zombie, Desirea pulls forth one of the wands the group was given. Aiming it towards the undead creature she attempts to activate it.

UMD wand of burning hands CL3
Reflex save for half DC 11

UMD Check: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
Fire Damage: 3d4 ⇒ (2, 1, 3) = 6

Old Man! Where are you going?

Desirea follows Wu off to the left.

Looking over towards where Wu is at.

Some trials though not even magic can solve.

Shakes head.

Desirea tilts her head to one side considering the validity of sharing about oneself. After a moment she nods ever so slightly before speaking.

There's a monastery in the mountains of Kullan Dei where the mists are ever present. From a young age I had lived and trained there with many others. I am foremost among my peers in my school, however my talent is also my curse. Since none my age could truly challenge me there I could not grow. My sensei decided I needed to travel abroad to further my cultivation.

I plan on facing any dangers we encounter head on. My foundation is both solid and strong, we will overcome obstacles with my strength.