With her teammates focusing their fire on Mictena, Corinne slides around behind the psychopomp, raking her claws across the exposed wings wildly.

SLASH 1: Attack: 12 Damage: 12 + bless 2

SLASH 2: Attack: 24 Damage: 11 + bless 1

Attack: 20 Damage: 8 + bless 1

Alexa(18),Mictena(56)(18),Mallet(18),Corinne(15),Morticia(8),G(6)

Dex:17

Alexa(18),Mictena(42)(18),Mallet(18),Corinne(15),Morticia(8),G(6)

We don't fear death. But we don't submit to it either.

Not then, not now.

Blood pooling through my fingers, frantically scraping at the dirt in the road.

Life fading away, just one image left in my head.

It stares at me. It watches me from behind the gag. But breaking through are other voices.

Wake up, Shi. Wake up. See what is before you, really and truly. Shake off the draw of rest.

WE DON'T FEAR DEATH.

WE FIGHT IT.

WE FIGHT BACK NO MATTER WHAT IT COSTS.

EVEN IF IT COSTS US.

WAKE UP AND FIGHT.

Shi's eyes suddenly narrow, their irises flaring a pale, icy blue, and the changeling opens her mouth and SCREAMS at Mictena, dozens of voices overlapping over each other as a dark blue orb flies out from her chest and into Corinne, who feels confidence swell through her limbs as a soft whisper, too distant to make out but sounding a hell of a lot like Shi's voice, weaves its way through the dhampir's head.

Ear Piercing Scream with last 2nd level spell slot on Mictena, Con ST for half of 17, and she's stunned for a round on a fail.

BA last bardic inspiration to Corinne.

Con:17

Alexa(18),Mictena(34)(18),Mallet(18),Corinne(15),Morticia(8),G(6)

Mictena attempts to get away from all the melee characters by Dimension Dooring up to the top of the gazebo!

Alexa(18),Mictena(34)(18),Mallet(18),Corinne(15),Morticia(8),G(6)

G Con ST: 15 If still needed to break free or what ever.

If they could move, they’d attempt to hang on/grapple.

Grapple: 19 

“Oh no you don’t.” Corinne growls as she charges right up the side of the gazebo without breaking stride, leaping the last bit over the edge and moving down at Mictena , claws slashing.

SLASH 1: Attack: 12 Damage: 10

SLASH 2: Attack: 25 Damage: 7

Slash 3(no STR) Attack: 26 Damage: 6

Mallet will close to within 30 feet of Mictena and try her thorn whip again:

Attack: 17 Damage: 6

Morticia shoots a shot at the nearly fleeing Mictena!

Attack: 19 Damage: 8 + Bless 4
Sneanu: 3

Morticia's shot kills Mictena! On her body is an Ioun Stone of Leadership.

As the last obstacle fades behind and the Dead Roads continue ahead, a shimmer ripples through the sturdy ground. Cobbles and dust roil and twist together into a tall, thin figure swathed in a patchwork traveling cloak. Beneath the cloak’s hood, the figure’s raven-like head, obsidian feathers, and eyes that gleam like pale marbles are visible. The figure extends a taloned hand, and all at once, details of the journey past— the way stations, the garden, the Boneyard itself—all seem reflected in the mirrorlike surface of the creature’s eyes. An androgynous voice echoes from within your own chest. “Hail and well met, travelers. Your journey has been a wearying one, but it ends now. I will usher you to the home you seek.” The figure extends a hand, and the road seems to slide along quietly underfoot at an effortless pace

“Hail! Thank you? Who are you? I am Mallet. Do you know why we came here? Or anything more about what’s going on?” Mallet says in sort of a dreamlike, meandering, but friendly tone.

Sha also offers healing to anyone who needs it, before they got going. As well as some awkward compliments on the martial prowess of her companions.

A breath of relief escapes Morticia seeing her shot finish Mictena for good. "I wish we could've talked it out..." She murmurs sadly, stowing away her bow. The rogue heads over to where her body was, carefully picking up the stone, examining it between her fingertips. After a moment, she approaches Shi and offers them the stone with a sheepish smile. "I think you should have this."

Morticia nearly jumps out of her skin at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, turning swiftly to look at the figure it had been emitted from. As Mallet speaks to it, Morticia quietly shuffles to the back, yet listens intently to the raven's answer.

Insight: 8

“I am Barzahk the Passage. Your unpleasant fate these past ages has been a failing of my own hospitality, and for that I apologize. As for what has happened to you, I do not know.”

Morticia senses no dishonesty.

Shi takes the stone with a slight smile to Morticia, all her orbs returning to her as she turns her own attention to Barzahk, giving the raven person a polite nod. "Hello, Barzahk. What home are you referring to, if you don't mind my asking?"

"The Material Plane. Dying has missed you once, and the understanding of that failure is far more pressing now than an attempt to repeat it.”

Corinne ponders for a moment, before asking, “how long has it been on the material plane since we’ve been gone? Are we coming home shortly after we left, or has it been a while?”

"You have been here for several days and several days have passed on the Material Plane."

What does Mallet know about Barzahk, is this a well-known religious or historical figure?

Religion: 14
History: 13

You don't know anything about Barzahk the Passage.

The first beams of sunlight in what seems a lifetime arc from the horizon. The Dead Roads ahead begins to shift out of focus in contrast to the morning sun. The masked figure turns back but pauses. “What has been done to you has never before been done in this creation. I can sense more of these deep wounds in the Boneyard and will seek them out. Perhaps I will send these same confused souls to you. But what you are and why you are I cannot answer. I make this request: learn this thing, that I may know it, too. Safe journeys, travelers.”

End of Book One.

Book Two- Eulogy for Roslar's Coffer

4719 AR-Hours Before The Destruction of Roslar's Coffer

It's late at night and Mayor Grive is seeing her last visitor of the day before she returns home to call it a night. The visitor is a tall, thin individual whose identity is impossible to decipher as they are wearing a red cloak and a mask that hides their face. "This town is not safe. I do not yet know what the danger is or when it will befall this town, but it is in danger." The individual says, speaking in a woman's voice, with a lilted accent that gives away the fact that woman isn't from Lastwall. "Evil is coming. Prepare for it." And with that, the figure teleports away, leaving Mayor Grive pondering the strange woman's words. Outside of Roslar's Coffer, the strange woman appears on the outskirts of the village. However, Mayor Grive will have only seconds to contemplate what she was told, as suddenly a light erupts from the center of Roslar's Coffer, rapidly engulfing the entire town in radiant energy. Even at the outskirts of town, the mysterious woman only has seconds before she is engulfed by this energy as well. "Unfortunate. It appears I was too late."

Days Later

A young man with pale skin and clothes that would indicate noble birth passes through a dome of green fog. Following him is a hideous, purple-skinned ghoul that is clad in scale mail with a scythe that bears a haft shaped like a human spine and several cultists with tattered brown robes and long knives. The cultists all wear necklaces bearing the symbol of a gagged skull while the ghoul wears a necklace bearing a fly made to look like a skull, the unholy symbol of Urgathoa. The young man wears no armor and carries no symbol, but it is clear from his demeanor that he is the leader of this band of villains. He conjures a raven familiar and sends it to scout Roslar's Coffer. Through the raven's eyes, the young man can see that the town is almost completely destroyed, its' buildings left in shambles and its' flora and fauna corrupted by undeath. After a few minutes, the familiar returns to its' master, whose eyes regain their color as he stops using the raven's senses. He casts a spell and begins speaking to someone not present.

"The test of the weapon was successful, master. The weapon destroyed the village in its' entirety almost instantly. No survivors." 

The young man smiles arrogantly, but deep in the woods, unbeknownst to him, the green-skinned face of a half-orc peers out from carefully made camouflage, defiant and determined to survive.

Now

As you arrive in the Material Plane, you witness the first beams of morning sunlight and feel renewed and refreshed, as though awakening from a long and peaceful slumber (Mechanically, you gain the benefits of a Long Rest), though you return to a world far from what you expected. The sunlight, is an eerie yellowish-green color,  but it still illuminates the interior of a mundane wooden stable. Those of you that are from Roslar’s Coffer recognize the building as Freemark’s Livery, located on the outskirts of town, but it is in remarkable disrepair. The smell of rotting hay—and strangely, decomposing fish— lingers among a handful of stalls, their wood splintered in 4 many places. Several discarded saddles and harnesses lie scattered beneath broken pegs and shelves. The large double door that would be the livery’s entrance hangs limply on hinges barely affixed to cracked wood.

Shi looks around, a blue orb popping up beside her and pushing against her arm. She gently pushes the orb away with a shake of her head. "Not right now, Briana. Sorry, but I think it's best I stay as Shi for now. You can give us directions though, if you'd like." She tucks a lock of pale hair behind her ear. "Shall we go see what remains of Roslar's Coffer?" The changeling heads for the stable doors.

(OOC: Shi will be casting guidance on all skill checks possible in Roslar's Coffer, as Briana is a local who will be giving a telepathic hand)