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Tykent watches the fire crackle and pop for a while as the others lay out bedrolls and blankets. So close… We came so close to losing everyone. He looks up at the firelight flickering off Hope’s golden feathers as she hangs in the sky like a kite. We can’t let it happen again. Have to protect these young ones, Have to keep them from falling again. He snorts. Have to keep yourself from falling too, old man - you’ll end up with a cracked hip if you don’t change your ways soon. Slowly he settles back against the wall, eyes mostly closed and a frown on his face.

Tykent does not resist as Yngvilda grabs him. The rigid branch breaks while the flexible one survives the storm - though she could certainly break me if she really wanted no matter how loose I was. Chuckling at the thought, he props her up against a wall before again pulling a bit of the wand's power.

"Glorious? Perhaps not. But history doesn't care about little details like that." He shakes his head as the warrior plays with her tooth. "Keep that up and you'll need dentures before you're grey. Here, let's put that youthful energy to walking instead. Do you by chance remember how to get to the courtyard?"

Tykent's chest begins to move up and down as the liquid trickles down his throat. Hope worriedly digs through the old man's hair with her small claws. Slowly the shaman's usual hale and hearty ruddiness comes back to his cheeks, and after a few more seconds he opens his eyes.

"Did... Did we... I suppose you two must've... Ow, my hip." With each word, Tykent's voice grows a bit stronger. "Help me up, would you? I think there's still some energy left in this stick - assuming it didn't break with the fall, hah!" Carefully he gets to his feet, leaning heavily on his walking stick.

Hobbling over to Yngvilda, then Cwm, he coaxes a bit of cheerful light from the wand and places it over each of his companions' scratched faces.

I'm not certain how many charges we need to wake people up, so go ahead and roll your own CLW's. Maybe our druid friend outside can help with healing if we can get back to him - that would let us conserve the wand for other emergencies.

Hey folks, sorry for my extended absence. It's been a combination of work stress and in-person GM'ing commitments, but I've been feeling overwhelmed with everything going on in my life. I'd thought - I'd hoped - that things would blow over in a week and I'd fall back into the swing of things, but it just didn't happen and it wasn't fair to everyone else in this game to have had me "here-but-not-here". Again, my deepest apologies.

All that being said, I'm making an effort to set time aside for this hobby and keep myself hydrated. Let's get ourselves picked up and save this town!

On the bright side, the Fortune and Misfortune will last for one more round. XD

Stabilize vs DC 14: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Tykent shifts behind Yngvilda’s fallen form, his face grim. “Use your strongest spells now, Eldon. There may not be another opportunity to do so.”

Using Fortune on Eldon and Chanting to extend the duration of all Fortune and Misfortune effects.

"Do not give up hope," Tykent repeats. "Penny, push past your doubts!"

Using Fortune on Penny (pick a d20 to roll twice and take the better once per round) and Chant to extend duration of all Fortune and Misfortune effects by 1 round.

"Do not give up hope," Tykent repeats, though his voice is a bit strained as he focuses his will on the unnatural tree.

Using Misfortune on the tree-thing (Will 18 negates) and Chanting to maintain Fortune (and possibly Misfortune if it sticks).

Also, Penny and Eldon might want to cast their spells from the small squares if they can do so safely since we learned they enhance the power of spells cast into the larger square (which I think the tree-thing is still in).

"Open your heart," Tykent urges Yngvilda, "and trust in your training. You are enough."

Using Fortune on Yngvilda, letting her pick one d20 check to roll twice and take the higher result, then Chanting to extend the duration by 1 round.

Moving around behind Yngvilda, Tykent offers a prayer to the spirits of nature. "Ward us, that we may drive out the unnatural." As he lays his hand on the warrior's shoulder, a thick layer of bark begins to cover her - as if she too were now a tree.

Move and cast barkskin on Yngvilda (+2 natural armor bonus).

Hope cries out as Cwm slumps to the ground, and Tykent strikes the floor with his walking stick again. "Death will not find you today!"

Casting stabilize on Cwm.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

Tykent is uncertain about what the alien tree has done, but Yngvilda’s attack leaves little doubt that something has clouded her judgement. “Come to your senses!” he bellows, and harsh light begins to radiate from Hope’s feathered wings. “Whatever dark magic has clouded your thoughts, let it be gone!”

Dispel check: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Casting dispel magic on Yngvilda, targeting the compulsion effect.

Just waiting to see what happens with Yngvilda in case remedial actions are required. XD

Perception vs DC 20: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (12) + 19 = 31
Will: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23

“Better to know that they are watching us as well than to be taken by surprise,” Tykent replies grimly.

Spellcraft vs DC 25: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

“Eldon, Penny, do you have ideas how to close it?”

Tykent pulls his cloak closer around himself. "This is not natural," he states simply. "It must be the Dark Window Azmur spoke of. Let us find a way to close it, and quickly." The old man stares at the portal, but does not move any closer to it.

Knowledge (planes): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

"Stand back, you fiend, lest you find yourself outmatched." Once more the unseen wind whips at Tykent's cloak. "Your hatred will be your doom."

Using Evil Eye to give it a -2 penalty to AC for 9 rounds (Will 18 reduces duration to 1 round) and Chant to increase the duration by 1 round.

Knowledge (religion) vs DC 22: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Tykent shakes his head sadly. “May they find peace in the Great Beyond,” he intones.

I'm gonna be completely honest - I have no idea how many charges are left in the wand. XD

Channel x3: 3d6 + 3d6 + 3d6 ⇒ (5, 1, 4) + (2, 6, 6) + (3, 4, 1) = 32

Gentle light radiates from Hope as she perches on Tykent's shoulder. The old man smiles, soaking in the radiance. "There we are." He bends down to help Icilias to her feet. "No need to worry, Yngvilda - she's made of sterner stuff than these old bones."

"Death will not take us this day," Tykent intones, and Hope trills a ringing cry. "It comes only for you!"

Casting stabilize on Icilias and Chanting to extend durations on both Evil Eyes by 1 round.

"You think your luck will hold?" Tykent laughs, a hollow sound that echoes as if the room were several times larger than its actual dimensions. "Fool!"

Using Misfortune on the grioth (Will 18 negates) and Chanting to extend the durations of both Evil Eye effects (and hopefully the Misfortune as well).

"Now you begin to understand." The unseen wind whips Tykent's robes furiously against his legs even as the old man stands tall. "Now you feel the dread, the fear, the certainty of death approaching."

Using Evil Eye again to give the grioth a -2 penalty to saving throws for 9 rounds (Will DC 18 to reduce duration to 1 round), then Chanting to extend the duration of both Evil Eyes by 1 round.

"To be alone is to be foolishly proud." The unseen wind begins to pull at Tykent's robes again. "Your folly leaves your defenses exposed and will be your downfall!"

Using Evil Eye to give the grioth a -2 penalty to AC for 9 rounds (Will 18 to reduce duration to 1 round), then Chanting to extend duration by 1 round.

Knowledge (history) vs DC 18: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Tykent pauses to bow to the statue in the courtyard. "Saint Kyerixus," he explains reverently. "The founder of this monastery. I am sure it would bring her sorrow to know who dwells here now, but perhaps more scholars will return one day." He gives a smaller bow to Penny before continuing back inside.

Knowledge (religion) vs DC 18: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

"Can you feel that?" Tykent motions to the stone figure and smiles at Yngvilda and Cwm. "Take some time to absorb this feeling of Irori's serenity. Perhaps it will stay with you for a time after you leave." He gently shoos the other two out into the next room.

I'm uncertain if the Hall grants the boon to only one person per day or to each person only once per day. If the latter, I guess those two can argue over who gets it. But they should be sure to argue serenely, of course. XD

Perception vs DC 20: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (16) + 19 = 35

"Icilias, could you give me a hand?" Tykent fusses around the base of the statue in the large assembly hall and points out a part of the base that isn't connected to the rest of the rock. "Thank you so much. Oh, and look at this - Penny! You might enjoy this scroll!"

Makes sense to me to take the stairs here - less backtracking.

"We are fortunate indeed," Tykent observes, pulling out his willow wand for a moment before tucking it back into his sleeve. "Excellent teamwork everyone. But let's be off before a certain draconic menace loses their temper." He makes a show of avoiding Taylor for a moment before guffawing heartily.

Yep, clearing out the basement sounds good.

Fortune only works in one roll per round. Thankfully, it doesn’t seem like Yngvilda really needs the help right now. XD

”Now follow your companion to the afterlife!” Tykent demands, slamming his walking stick into the ground.

Using Misfortune on the remaining ghostie (Will 18 negates) and Chant to maintain both Misfortune (if it sticks) and Yngvilda’s Fortune.

Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

"Yngvilda, trust your instincts!" Tykent's voice is firm and full of hope as he stands in the doorway. "Remember your training!"

Using Fortune on Yngvilda and Chanting to maintain.

Tykent exhales softly. "May your soul rest in peace," he intones before striking his walking stick twice on the ground. Light bursts from it, surrounding his fallen companions and healing some of their bruises.

Channel x2: 6d6 ⇒ (3, 3, 2, 6, 6, 1) = 21

That should at least get everyone on their feet. If we want to press onward today, he's got the wand as well.

Waiting to see if Icilias takes it down her her AoO.

@Cwm, I think you'd be stable since the damage was 14 and you had 3 hitpoints left (making you -11 hitpoints for a DC 21 Constitution check to stabilize). Do let me know if that's incorrect and we can get y'all some healing pronto.

"Again, Eldon!" Light dances in Tykent's eyes as he turns his gaze on his halfling companion. "Show him the fire of your conviction once more!"

Using Fortune on Eldon and then Chanting to maintain duration. Hex spoilered below for reference.

Oh, of course Tykent would be happy to move back from the mummy monk. XD

Hope spreads her wings wide as she alights atop Tykent's walking stick. A burst of white fire, similar to that produced by Icilias moments ago, spreads like a lightning strike from the old man.

Channel: 3d6 ⇒ (5, 1, 4) = 10

If the mummy is still up, Tykent will channel to harm undead (Will 14 to halve). If Cwm and Eldon have taken it down already (what a time for a Nat 20!), he'll channel to heal living creatures instead.

"Penny, Eldrin - show him how hot your 'convictions' burn!" Tykent intones, his eyes shining brightly. Hope trills fiercely, shedding golden light that fills the room like dust from her feathers.

Casting bless. If we can encourage the mummy to move, Tykent can try to get Yngvilda back on her feet - otherwise, it's too risky with her right next to him.

Knowledge (religion?): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

"Our convictions?" An unseen wind whips at Tykent's robes as the old man points his walking stick at the mummy. "Know them, foul creature, and despair!"

Misfortune (Will 18 negates) and Chant to maintain.

”Not if there were some chamber between the two entrance points the builder didn’t want connected to either room,” Tykent answers thoughtfully as he slowly clambers down the ladder.

"It would be unkind of me to say that we thought you needed no warning after having traveled with Penny," Tykent chortles back. "But look, I might've hurt the grioth's feelings with that comparison."

Using Evil Eye on Blue, giving it a -2 penalty to AC for 9 rounds (Will 18 to reduce duration to 1 round), Chant to maintain.

”That sounds fine - though if there is someone hiding in the bell tower, it’s quite likely they’d spot at least some of us and raise the alarm.” Tykent raises an eyebrow and looks towards the offending structure. ”Clearing that out first might let us operate more openly.”

”No, he was outbid on the books,” Tykent reminds Cwm. ”And then he stood up and gave that veeeeery dramatic warning about needing to inform his master. Isn’t that right?” He turns to the other older man for confirmation, ready to loosen his bonds as soon as Cwm and Yngvilda are satisfied.

"To be fair - and honest - that's how she talks to everyone," Tykent answers with a laugh. "Rest assured, we won't put your family in danger. Will it raise suspicion if you spend your time around here? It would be helpful to have a place of safety to retreat to should these lieutenants prove too much for Penny to handle on her own."

Tykent waves his hand, and Hope trills disapprovingly at the fallen man even as soft golden light from her feathers gently surrounds him and stops the bleeding. "Let's remove all his weapons and tie him up before I bring him back to consciousness," the old man suggests. "Perhaps he will be more eager to think things through rather than act rashly again."

Casting stabilize, though unless we did more nonlethal damage than his max hitpoints he should be stable already.

Tykent shakes his head as Yngvilda screams away. "Not exactly what I meant - I suppose I should have learned by now to be more explicit." The gentle smile on his face takes the bite out of his words.

Tykent puts a gentle hand on Ynglvilda's shoulder. "Do not fear the flames," he advises her. "The spirits will quench his fire before it can harm you, and you might subdue him without further bloodshed."

Casting resist energy on Yngvilda to give her Fire Resistance 10 for 50 minutes. Maybe she can grapple him or restrain him somehow?

”Easy there, young man,” Tykent shushes gently. ”There’s no need for alarm, no need for alarm...”

Starting Fortune on Eldon, Chanting to maintain, and attempting to Aid. Tykent can’t use Fortune in himself, so it’s better for Eldon to make the primary roll).

Diplomacy to Aid vs DC 10: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Hah! XD

Perception vs DC 15: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (10) + 18 = 28

"Because his wife's life depends on it," Tykent chides the newcomer. "He just said so." The old man's hearty laugh takes the sting out of his words. "But who might you be, friend, besides someone who must deliver bad news to his employer immediately?"

Or it’s possible they aren’t speaking with each other,” Tykent muses over the pot of porridge he is stirring. ”Kobolds, those grioths, and that drake are all strange bedfellows to be sure. And where there’s cracks in the dragon’s guard...” He pauses to hand Yngvilda a steaming bowl. ”...that’s where we slip through. Isn’t that right, Cwm?”

Tykent follows after Cwm, fixing the closer kobold with a stern gaze. ”What was that again, young woman?”

Move and use Evil Eye to give closer kobold a -2 penalty on attack rolls for 9 rounds (Will 18 to reduce duration to 1 round).

”I thought you were going to un-barricade it from the inside,” Tykent calls to Penny from outside. ”Then everyone else could get in there as well.” Turning his attention to the pair pummeling the door, he frowns. ”Try using your shield?” he suggests.

Using Ancestor’s Council on Yngvilda, giving her a +2 bonus to an attack roll, skill check, saving throw, or ability check made before the beginning of Tykent’s next turn.

”Of course, my boy.” Tykent’s cheerful laughter and jovial voice fill the repurposed guardhouse as he talks about prior trips through Belhaim and the nearby villages, about how he and Hope met each other, where to find the best food and the softest beds in each town. As the night wears on, the topic shifts to stories of heroes and fools of the past, brave wizards and cowardly fighters, glorious cities and fallen ruins.

Anything to keep the poor lad’s mind off that wight...

Eventually the shaman’s voice falls silent as he too drifts off to sleep.

”You know, I’ve noticed over the years that the folks who make a habit of belittling others are the ones who are the most insecure about themselves.” Tykent’s eyes hold no malice as he meets Penny’s gaze. ”You’ve proven yourself already - you have nothing to fear from another brave soul joining us. Peace, young one.” He puts a gentle finger up to Hope’s snout, shushing her aggravated chatter.

"Easy there," Tykent says with a chuckle as he puts a hand on Yngvilda's shoulder. "If she meant us harm, she wouldn't be announcing herself like that - she'd be lying hidden ready to pick us off one by one with that blade of hers." He turns to the stranger. "I'll admit the timing is a bit suspect, but that seems to be the case with the baroness. I myself joined this crew while they were knee-deep in a cave of kobolds." He grins at the memory.

”Lady Tula, I presume?” Tykent asks with a humble bow. ”We are indeed sent by your descendants in Belhaim, on a quest to retrieve your blessing and slay the dragon that threatens the town.” He turns to the rogue. ”Cwm, the ring please.”