Brevigdeflects one of the flameskull's fiery rays with his shield, but the aasimar grits his teeth and growls in pain as the other beam strikes his armor, heating it white hot, and his skin, within, blisters.
Seeing that Gwyn is still suffering from the effects of Skree's psychic attack, Brevig, his face now showing perspiration, calls upon Amaunator, and a channel of spiritual light beams from his heart to the dwarf's, to Patrin's to Donir's, giving each of them the Watcher's Will. He remains close enough to Gwyn so that his Aura of Protection envelops her. He then utters a word of power and divine runes begin to crawl over his armor and skin like a light show, bolstering his defenses.
Watcher's Will: As an action, you can choose up to 3 creatures you can see within 30 feet of you. For 1 minute, all the chosen creatures have advantage on Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma saving throws.
Aura of Protection: Whenever you or a friendly creature within 10 feet of you must make a saving throw, the creature gains a bonus to the saving throw equal to your Charisma modifier (+3). You must be conscious to grant this bonus.
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Gwin suddenly feels a warmth penetrating her heart, emanating outward from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She gives Brevig a grateful smile before turning her attention to the flame skull.
Whispering Dwarvish into the air above her Gwin raises both arms over her head, palms up to the sky as if in supplication. Electricity once again flashes momentarily as a bolt makes its way toward their floating attacker.
Guiding Bolt: 17 If successful, radiant damage: 17
And as if tethered by an invisible leash, Tyr's sword swiftly moves toward the cleric and remains aloft over her right shoulder.
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Brevig summons divine strength to aid his nearby party members, and Gwin momentarily lights up the main room of Chorandan with a bolt of energy that tears through the undead skull hovering overhead.
Round 3 is concluded. Actions for Donir, Fargoth, and Patrinare next. The map above is accurate, except the location of Gwin's spiritual weapon.
Patrin finishes the work begun by Gwin: the warlock's eldritch blast sends the flameskull into a death spiral that ends when it smashes into the floor.
Donir and Fargothmay act. Skree is severely wounded. The flameskull has been killed. The two shadow dancers are at full health.
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Donir moves towards the two remaining shadow dancers, pointing a finger at them as he goes. A stream of acid emanates from it, hissing as it soars towards them.
2nd Level Tasha's Caustic Brew(targeting both if Donir can position himself to be able to, or 4 if he can't): 11
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
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In the shadows away from the action, Fargoth curses under his breath as Skree materialises near him. He nocks an arrow and bolts towards the action to the south, firing at the back of one of the shadar-kai (3) as he rounds the corner and re-joins the group. "Skree is to the north", he growls through deep breaths.
Attack: 23 Damage: 34
Dashing as bonus action. 90ft gets me back down to everyone I think, I'll stop just to the left of the door we entered (3 down and 3 right of Patrin).
Donir catches both shadow dancers with the acid spray, and Fargoth's bow again delivers a devastating blow.
Skree remains out of harm's way, but his voice suddenly booms through the room. Speaking in Common, as if to ensure everyone understands him, he orders his warriors to halt. "Let us be done with this! Enough, my dancers!"
The two shadow dancers freeze, their chain whips hanging limply at their sides.
Actions for Brevigand Gwin remain (if they elect to do so).
The paladin’s voice booms back, echoing through the cavernous halls. “Will you give up Badrizar Nath to us?!?”
Brevig moves forward 30’ toward the shadow dancers, and raises his shield in a defensive posture as his morning star swings slowly behind him, an attack readied should the dancers re-engage.
”I suggest you remain still,” he urges the pair darkly.
Gwin blows a few stray wisps of hair out of her face and gathers her cloak about her. In a tone not quite friendly she addresses Skree, Reveal where Nath is. If you don't, I will.
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Skree materializes near his shadow dancers in the manner that he seems to like best: suddenly. His skin bears the damage caused by Brevig's moonbeam, and he seems slightly less amused by the diversion the five of you have created over the past few minutes.
"Badrizar Nath will not be found in Chorandan. I cannot say where he is, quite simply because I do not know where he is. For, like you, it is not Nath that interested me. I surmise that what you really want to know is where you can find the armor that Nath wears. Yes? It is, after all, a remarkable thing."
Skree smiles smugly, confident that he is reading the situation correctly. He then speaks to one of the shadow dancers. "The armor, Varikhas. Bring it to our guests."
Varikhas nods, rushes up the eastern stairwell, and returns to the main room in less than a minute's time. Over his shoulders he bears a large cloth sack. He looks at Skree questioningly.
"Set it upon the floor and open it,"Skree commands.
Varikhas loosens the cord and sets before you a complete set of dragon scale mail; each piece shimmers in iridescent gold. None of you have ever before seen anything like it.
"A most excellent prize," muses Skree. "So many memories surround it! So much sorrow haunts it! I have wondered if I would die for it. Today, I no longer wonder. I will not die for it."
He then orders Varikhas to return the armor to the cloth sack. After Varikhas does so, Skree turns his back on all of you and begins to ascend the eastern stairs. "I do hope your departure from Shadowfell is without incident."
Donir looks to the others with an inquisitive gaze.
”I cannot be the only one who thinks this has to be some sort of trap, aye? I mean, besides the curse that I’m sure the mail possesses. Oh, and Skree, what exactly did you do with Nath?”
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Brevig pushes the shadow-dancers aside and approaches to within 5’ of the Shadar-Kai with morning star held high behind him, ready to snap out and strike in an instant. ”Answer the question. Where is Nath?”
Skree pauses his ascent and turns to face all of you. "I have told you. I do not know. He was brought to Chorandan and given a simple choice. Surrender the armor willingly and live. Or die in an attempt to keep it. He...eventually...chose the former. He was, therefore, in accordance with my word, allowed to leave this place. He did so, days ago. Did he dare to return to the adoring members of his dragon cult? It seems he did not. Your presence here confirms that. Maybe he has found the Shadowfell to be...more suitable for his purposes now. Who can say?"
After a lengthy pause, he continues. "You have bested me in battle, and I have surrendered. Furthermore, the thing you seek now lies at your feet. Why do you hesitate? Why is it that those like you, who are devoted to good, are the most likely to possess suspicious minds? It is a curious disease."
Skree then turns and resumes his slow walk up the stairwell. "You will not strike me down. Such an action is not in your nature. That is clear. I do wonder, however, what purpose that cursed mail will serve for any of you. It is lovely but dark. Its power and mystery is deep. You will take the armor and leave me with a riddle: just who is it that has sent you?"
Indeed, Skree is correct, and after watching the shadar-kai’s grand exit, giving due consideration to the depth of the riddle he left floating in the air, the paladin turns to the shadow dancers. “Why do you follow one who would sacrifice your life for nothing more than his own amusement? We leave this realm in haste. Break your bond of slavery. Come with us and be free.”
Both shadow dancers look at Brevig, expressionless. One responds flatly, "Loyalty is not slavery."
Varikhas then motions toward the sack filled with the armor. "Do not doubt its authenticity. It would not surprise me if Nath were to raise an entire army and lay siege to Chorandan for it. So tormented he was to be parted from it."
“Loyalty to stupidity is willful ignorance, and that is indeed slavery, of a sort,” responds Brevig, shaking his head in disappointment. “Come friends, let us depart with haste before more such mindless loyalty and murderous ennui betrays our goal.” Brevig picks up the bag, hoisting it over his shoulder, and heads with firm step back the way they came.
Fargoth loosens the tension in his bow once it seems like the threat has dissipated, and rolls his eyes at the others as Brevig gives the shadar-kai his two coppers-worth. "Come, we've spent long enough here already."
“I can see you. Fargoth,” says the watcher, his blindsight revealing the archer’s adolescent gesture though his eyes hold steady upon his path. Brevig glances calmly at Fargoth, then continues on his way.
Brevig deflects one of the flameskull's fiery rays with his shield, but the aasimar grits his teeth and growls in pain as the other beam strikes his armor, heating it white hot, and his skin, within, blisters.
Seeing that Gwyn is still suffering from the effects of Skree's psychic attack, Brevig, his face now showing perspiration, calls upon Amaunator, and a channel of spiritual light beams from his heart to the dwarf's, to Patrin's to Donir's, giving each of them the Watcher's Will. He remains close enough to Gwyn so that his Aura of Protection envelops her. He then utters a word of power and divine runes begin to crawl over his armor and skin like a light show, bolstering his defenses.
Watcher's Will: As an action, you can choose up to 3 creatures you can see within 30 feet of you. For 1 minute, all the chosen creatures have advantage on Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma saving throws.
Aura of Protection: Whenever you or a friendly creature within 10 feet of you must make a saving throw, the creature gains a bonus to the saving throw equal to your Charisma modifier (+3). You must be conscious to grant this bonus.
Bonus Action: cast shield of faith
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Gwin suddenly feels a warmth penetrating her heart, emanating outward from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She gives Brevig a grateful smile before turning her attention to the flame skull.
Whispering Dwarvish into the air above her Gwin raises both arms over her head, palms up to the sky as if in supplication. Electricity once again flashes momentarily as a bolt makes its way toward their floating attacker.
Guiding Bolt: 17 If successful, radiant damage: 17
And as if tethered by an invisible leash, Tyr's sword swiftly moves toward the cleric and remains aloft over her right shoulder.
‘The hardest thing in this world is to live in it.’ - Buffy Summers
Brevig summons divine strength to aid his nearby party members, and Gwin momentarily lights up the main room of Chorandan with a bolt of energy that tears through the undead skull hovering overhead.
Round 3 is concluded. Actions for Donir, Fargoth, and Patrin are next. The map above is accurate, except the location of Gwin's spiritual weapon.
Lacking visibility of Skree for now, Patrin continues his assault on the flameskull, continuing to cast his gold and silver blasts in its direction….
Patrin is casting Eldritch Blast again
Attack: 12 Damage: 6
Attack: 11 Damage: 14
Patrin finishes the work begun by Gwin: the warlock's eldritch blast sends the flameskull into a death spiral that ends when it smashes into the floor.
Donir and Fargoth may act. Skree is severely wounded. The flameskull has been killed. The two shadow dancers are at full health.
Donir moves towards the two remaining shadow dancers, pointing a finger at them as he goes. A stream of acid emanates from it, hissing as it soars towards them.
2nd Level Tasha's Caustic Brew(targeting both if Donir can position himself to be able to, or 4 if he can't): 11
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
In the shadows away from the action, Fargoth curses under his breath as Skree materialises near him. He nocks an arrow and bolts towards the action to the south, firing at the back of one of the shadar-kai (3) as he rounds the corner and re-joins the group. "Skree is to the north", he growls through deep breaths.
Attack: 23
Damage: 34
Dashing as bonus action. 90ft gets me back down to everyone I think, I'll stop just to the left of the door we entered (3 down and 3 right of Patrin).
Donir catches both shadow dancers with the acid spray, and Fargoth's bow again delivers a devastating blow.
Skree remains out of harm's way, but his voice suddenly booms through the room. Speaking in Common, as if to ensure everyone understands him, he orders his warriors to halt. "Let us be done with this! Enough, my dancers!"
The two shadow dancers freeze, their chain whips hanging limply at their sides.
Actions for Brevig and Gwin remain (if they elect to do so).
The paladin’s voice booms back, echoing through the cavernous halls. “Will you give up Badrizar Nath to us?!?”
Brevig moves forward 30’ toward the shadow dancers, and raises his shield in a defensive posture as his morning star swings slowly behind him, an attack readied should the dancers re-engage.
”I suggest you remain still,” he urges the pair darkly.
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Gwin blows a few stray wisps of hair out of her face and gathers her cloak about her. In a tone not quite friendly she addresses Skree, Reveal where Nath is. If you don't, I will.
‘The hardest thing in this world is to live in it.’ - Buffy Summers
Fargoth nocks another arrow and aims it in the direction of where he last saw Skree. "Up that way. I saw no more of his lackeys."
Skree materializes near his shadow dancers in the manner that he seems to like best: suddenly. His skin bears the damage caused by Brevig's moonbeam, and he seems slightly less amused by the diversion the five of you have created over the past few minutes.
"Badrizar Nath will not be found in Chorandan. I cannot say where he is, quite simply because I do not know where he is. For, like you, it is not Nath that interested me. I surmise that what you really want to know is where you can find the armor that Nath wears. Yes? It is, after all, a remarkable thing."
Skree smiles smugly, confident that he is reading the situation correctly. He then speaks to one of the shadow dancers. "The armor, Varikhas. Bring it to our guests."
Varikhas nods, rushes up the eastern stairwell, and returns to the main room in less than a minute's time. Over his shoulders he bears a large cloth sack. He looks at Skree questioningly.
"Set it upon the floor and open it," Skree commands.
Varikhas loosens the cord and sets before you a complete set of dragon scale mail; each piece shimmers in iridescent gold. None of you have ever before seen anything like it.
"A most excellent prize," muses Skree. "So many memories surround it! So much sorrow haunts it! I have wondered if I would die for it. Today, I no longer wonder. I will not die for it."
He then orders Varikhas to return the armor to the cloth sack. After Varikhas does so, Skree turns his back on all of you and begins to ascend the eastern stairs. "I do hope your departure from Shadowfell is without incident."
Donir looks to the others with an inquisitive gaze.
”I cannot be the only one who thinks this has to be some sort of trap, aye? I mean, besides the curse that I’m sure the mail possesses. Oh, and Skree, what exactly did you do with Nath?”
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Brevig pushes the shadow-dancers aside and approaches to within 5’ of the Shadar-Kai with morning star held high behind him, ready to snap out and strike in an instant. ”Answer the question. Where is Nath?”
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Skree pauses his ascent and turns to face all of you. "I have told you. I do not know. He was brought to Chorandan and given a simple choice. Surrender the armor willingly and live. Or die in an attempt to keep it. He...eventually...chose the former. He was, therefore, in accordance with my word, allowed to leave this place. He did so, days ago. Did he dare to return to the adoring members of his dragon cult? It seems he did not. Your presence here confirms that. Maybe he has found the Shadowfell to be...more suitable for his purposes now. Who can say?"
After a lengthy pause, he continues. "You have bested me in battle, and I have surrendered. Furthermore, the thing you seek now lies at your feet. Why do you hesitate? Why is it that those like you, who are devoted to good, are the most likely to possess suspicious minds? It is a curious disease."
Skree then turns and resumes his slow walk up the stairwell. "You will not strike me down. Such an action is not in your nature. That is clear. I do wonder, however, what purpose that cursed mail will serve for any of you. It is lovely but dark. Its power and mystery is deep. You will take the armor and leave me with a riddle: just who is it that has sent you?"
Indeed, Skree is correct, and after watching the shadar-kai’s grand exit, giving due consideration to the depth of the riddle he left floating in the air, the paladin turns to the shadow dancers.
“Why do you follow one who would sacrifice your life for nothing more than his own amusement? We leave this realm in haste. Break your bond of slavery. Come with us and be free.”
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Both shadow dancers look at Brevig, expressionless. One responds flatly, "Loyalty is not slavery."
Varikhas then motions toward the sack filled with the armor. "Do not doubt its authenticity. It would not surprise me if Nath were to raise an entire army and lay siege to Chorandan for it. So tormented he was to be parted from it."
“Loyalty to stupidity is willful ignorance, and that is indeed slavery, of a sort,” responds Brevig, shaking his head in disappointment.
“Come friends, let us depart with haste before more such mindless loyalty and murderous ennui betrays our goal.” Brevig picks up the bag, hoisting it over his shoulder, and heads with firm step back the way they came.
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Fargoth loosens the tension in his bow once it seems like the threat has dissipated, and rolls his eyes at the others as Brevig gives the shadar-kai his two coppers-worth. "Come, we've spent long enough here already."
“I can see you. Fargoth,” says the watcher, his blindsight revealing the archer’s adolescent gesture though his eyes hold steady upon his path. Brevig glances calmly at Fargoth, then continues on his way.
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