MOMENTUM: 7, CHAOS: 2

ZHIOMBIES (ROUND THREE)
Mock22, Daewen19, Raza17, Kasha13, Zombie5(2)(AC8/HP6), Zombie2(1)(AC8/HP22) 

SPIRITUAL ARCHON (ROUND THREE)
Zhi21, Neph19, Arora18, Doc??, Archon11(AC14/HP43)

(Waiting on Mock, then I will update.)

Second verse, same as the first. Mock lets out a snarled Infernal curse upon being hit yet again, but she shakes it off. A brief nod towards the others for helping her out, and then she's lunging at the uninjured zombie, her axe sweeping up over her shoulder as she draws it back.

Attack: 18 Damage: 17

 "Where's Nephvir!?!"  He asked her worriedly as he scanned the chapel in vain for his body.  "And any idea what this is?!?!?"   Now adjacent to the malevolent orb, he suddenly realized that he probably made a poor choice getting so close to it...

As Doc injects Arora with... something... she instantly starts feeling better "Thank you!  He was just over there" she point to where Nephvir was when he got hit "he was hit and I think it stunned him and he fell over but I'm not entirely sure."

MOMENTUM: 7, CHAOS: 2

As Mock hacks at the zombie, they suddenly crumble to the ground, dead once again. They twitch for a moment, as if defying unlife once more, but then reach final death and no longer move.

In a stellar explosion of radiant energy, the Archon violently explodes, unable to control it's energy. A wave of heat washes over everyone in the cathedral, indicating that, for now, the threat Juriendor accidentally summoned is gone.

Juriendor, thankful for Doc's help, gasps, "I have no idea how that happened!" He looks around for the Moonshard. "The Moonshard! Where is it?"

Then, a panicked villager enters the Cathedral. "Help! Smoke in the bell tower! Help!"

"I must find the Moonshard or the village is doomed. Please, head up to the bell tower and help my student priests; most of them are untested in situations like this, and it seems someone—or something—is determined to disrupt our ceremony and threaten Rybalka’s future. Now go, please, for me!” Juriendor presses a vial of thick green liquid into the hands of Zhi, and then charges down the stairs.

TASK: While the Cathedral is safe for now, the Bell tower is on fire. Juriendor has tasked your help to investigate.

In a stellar explosion of radiant energy, the Archon violently explodes, unable to control its energy. A wave of heat washes over everyone in the cathedral, indicating that, for now, the threat Juriendor accidentally summoned is gone.

With a bit of a blank stare "I.... I didn't think I hit it that hard, wait, did you do that?!" she looks at Zhi.

Then, a panicked villager enters the Cathedral. "Help! Smoke in the bell tower! Help!"

"I must find the Moonshard or the village is doomed. Please, head up to the bell tower and help my student priests; most of them are untested in situations like this, and it seems someone—or something—is determined to disrupt our ceremony and threaten Rybalka’s future. Now go, please, for me!”

"This place is a mess... Drow... Orbs of energy... zombies... now a fire?!?"  Arora grabs her bow that she dropped "The moonshard fell down into the.... " she yells as she looks back to see that he's already gone.  "Time to be a firefighter.... let's go!"  She takes off towards the bell tower.

Kasha comes running in. She points to the roof and starts to do a little dance.. "The roof! The roof! The roof is on fire!" 

When the zombie crumbles to the ground, Mock glares at it for a moment longer. Gives it a little kick with the toe of her boot. But it doesn't move, so she lets out a little grunt and shakes out her muscles. There's blood and bruises covering her now, and she looks a little rough. "Yeah, still hate zombies," she grumbles under her breath.

Her head whips around when she hears the cry about the fire. Sure enough, she catches glimpse of the panicked villagers yet again. More work to do, it appears. She flashes a grin at Daewen and Raza. "Race ya to the bell tower?"

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As Doc injects Arora with... something... she instantly starts feeling better "Thank you!  He was just over there" she point to where Nephvir was when he got hit "he was hit and I think it stunned him and he fell over but I'm not entirely sure."

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"This place is a mess... Drow... Orbs of energy... zombies... now a fire?!?"  Arora grabs her bow that she dropped "The moonshard fell down into the.... " she yells as she looks back to see that he's already gone.  "Time to be a firefighter.... let's go!"  She takes off towards the bell tower.

"Right let's move, I'll catch up." Doc commented to Arora before moving over in the direction Arora pointed to; finding Neph crouched on the ground in serious pain.  "C'mon Sleepyhead, you can nap later, time to move." he called to him as he jabbed the elf with another syringe of golden-red liquid (healing him for 9) and hauling him up to his feet.  He then made his way outside (or wherever the tower entrance was) to join the others, sparing a glance back the way Juriendor had gone before continuing forward.

Nephvir moves his jaw back into place with his hand.  His nose is bloodied after falling on the floor paralyzed.  He stands up fully and dusts himself off, slings his bow over his back.  He holds his hand over his nose, feels weak from the blast he received.  He moves to the center of the floor to examine where the Archon blew up, looking through any debris.  As he passes the dead drow, he gives them a kick in the face.  

“Mould momeone go mith Muriendor?  Mis Moonshard mis mitical.  Moc, moo you have manything moo heal me?”  There is a burn mark on his armor, he keeps messing with his jaw and his bloody nose.

Her head whips around when she hears the cry about the fire. Sure enough, she catches glimpse of the panicked villagers yet again. More work to do, it appears. She flashes a grin at Daewen and Raza. "Race ya to the bell tower?"

"No racing for me."  Raza replies, hurrying as fast as she can with her injuries.  "I may see you soon enough if the night continues thus."  She says, gazing off to the left for a moment, in conversation elsewhere.  She then returns to the task of getting to the fire.

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"I.... I didn't think I hit it that hard, wait, did you do that?!" 

"Perhaps my arcane power circumvented the Archon's. Frankly, I am not sure - and that is concering." Zhi snarls at the glowing orb as he instinctively throws his cowl to shield his eyes from the blast created by the implosion of the archon. He gives an appreciative nod to Doc as most of his injuries are healed by the glowing radiance he produced. "At least one of you are doing your duties."

At the mention of the fire, he begins reciting the original elements to the Absorb spell he collected while roaming the Orzhov's magical repository before he is nearly stampeded by the three less professional members of the party engaging in some sort of game to race each other to the top. Picking himself up with a sour look on his face, he follows with significantly more caution than the rest of the party. "Locating Juriendor is our goal. I have several questions for them." His hands clutch the vial bestowed upon him by Juriendor. He momentarily scours his brain for any information of what it could be, forked tongue flickering to sense the material. Detect Magic is still up if it helps. 

Zhi is attempting to discern what the vial Juriendor gave him contains. Afterwards, he will quickly follow upstairs - definitely after most of the party, though. He's squishy. 

“Mould momeone go mith Muriendor?  Mis Moonshard mis mitical.  Moc, moo you have manything moo heal me?”  There is a burn mark on his armor, he keeps messing with his jaw and his bloody nose.
"Ha!" Kasha barks in a laugh. "You're talking funny!"

You guys are all on the MAIN FLOOR of the Cathedral on the map I just posted in Discord.

"Raza, catch!" Kasha says to Raza, pretending to throw something at you. From out of nowhere, you're hit with a huge ball of leaves like getting hit by a large wave of water. You now smell like the forest, and are healed for 7

"Dammit." she mutters, expecting a stronger heal.

Take a look at the map and choose a first floor destination to explore. Time is of the essence. Clergy need to be saved from the burning belltower.

Nephvir looks _much_better after the healing from Doc.  “Up the stairs we go... what’s next!  I don’t even want to know...”

He runs up the stairs and down the hall south past #1 and #2, looking for the next stairs up.

Zhisshikassa limps forwards after his keen senses detect the presence of two potions of healing. He pockets the vile for now as his beady eyes swivel around - nobody had seen this, right? Zhisshikassa was a self-preservationist. He wasn't going to allow himself to die here, even if it meant others had to bite the bullet. It was cold, yes - but so is Zhisshikassa's heart. And muscles. At least the fire were partially thawing him out. 

Noticing Daewen significantly more injured than he is used to, he removes half of the salve and slowly trails towards Daewen, slowly shuffling as if forces are restraining his movements - the cold was getting to him. He bends down and offers a clawed hand, green substance within one palm. "Daewen - you know you are best suited fighting from afar," he hisses. "Do not make me regret handing this resource to you." Keeping Daewen alive was the most logical method of ensuring Zhisshikassa's own survival. It wasn't about pity or anything - simply more cold, soulless calculations. Zhi swivels around without another word and watches Nephir storm off. "Idiot..." he seethes. Perhaps Zhi was being more irritable than usual given the circumstances. Perhaps he was trying to mask actually caring for Daewen's well-being. Daewen, heal 5.

After weaving strands of the cosmos and rasping several dissonant incantations, a silvery-blue lattice of geometrical shapes appears in front of Zhisshikassa's eyes. Taking some time ensuring the main foyer is unoccupied and no other secrets lie within the chapel (Investigation: 17, Zhi will follow the rest of the group - making sure to have a few people surrounding him at all times. Zhisshikassa was very well aware of his frailness. 

Arora took off towards the stairs and up as quickly as possible - her only thought was to get as high as she could into the bell tower and then work down quickly.  She runs up the stairs and down the first hallway trying desperately to find the next set of stairs going higher, with each unopened door she comes across she opens it, looks for clergy and stairs and continues to the next one.  Should she come across any clergy, she exclaims "The bell tower is on fire, you must get out!"  With the first clergy she meets she asks "Which way are the stairs up?  Is anyone else further upstairs?"  Once she knows, she will head directly to the stairs location at #5, feel the door to see if it's hot, if it's not, she will open and start heading up to #8 keeping an eye out for when she starts seeing fire and/or smoke.  Any clergy she sees she instructs to get out fast due to fire.

@DM - Expending one use of momentum to ask a question. 

In the middle of the main chapel, Zhisshikassa feels comfortable enough to begin a ritual. Those familiar with the divinator recall his very strange methods of divination - resembling a shaman in his mannerisms and tone of speech, Zhisshikassa's ability to read the threads fate wove - granted, with some limits - is astounding and somehow frightening. 

He removes a crystal ball from his bag and sets it in the air, whispering some dissonant words in Abyssal. Raspy arcane words slide from his forked tongue as he gestures to the air, clawed hands weaving arcane threads in pursuit of a magical answer to a singular question. "In which room is the clergy we seek located?" he calls to the sky, speaking in the tongue of the Yuan-Ti. Slivers of timelines past, present, and future wind in front of the Pureblood's eyes - somehow, he discerns meaning within the jumble of arcane mystery that would leave most others mystified at best and completely insane at worst. Zhisshikassa was used to staring into the great unknown with soulless eyes uncapable of fear - now was an apt time to use the abilities he taught himself. 

Daewen was looking even paler than normal (which says a lot, because she's rather Goth looking), but gratefully accepts the healing potion from Zhisshikassa.  Quickly swigging it down without a further thought (she often times wondered if Zhisshikassa was going to poison her, but didn't spend a single neuron to ponder that tenuous thought), she jumped to her feat rapidly.  After attempting to give a quick fist bump (which was, of course, met with no mutual bump), she spotted Arora sprinting off to somewhere else.  Having no clue what was going on, she none the less felt an urgent need to follow suit, because that's how teams worked.  Team work makes the dream work, she thought to herself as she raced shortly behind Arora.  Besides, I can't let her steal all the fun!

Finally catching on to why they were storming the bell tower, she rapidly mirrored Arora's actions and started opening up every door she could find, peering into the room, and looking for anyone to possibly rescue.

Zhisshikassa's glance into the possible futures leaves him confidently pointing upwards. "The clergy is [directions to area 9]," he rasps, withdrawing his hands beneath his shawls. The air was still chilly. He was not happy in this climate. 

"Kash, thanks!  I love your leaves and I feel so much better, won't be moving on to the other side yet!"  Giving Kasha a one armed hug before turning at the sound of Zhi's harsh voice giving directions.  "On it, Zhi!"  She throws over her shoulder as she heads that way.

A quick flash of a thumbs up at Zhi, then Mock starts to charge off after Raza. But before she takes more than a few steps, she pauses and throws a look back at Zhi. "You still hangin' in there, bud?" she asks, actually a little concerned about him.