Aio just stared at the necromancer. 

He doesn't know about any coin? A trap for him, perhaps? Maybe one to break his repulsion spell or harm him? Maybe that coin is what is sabotaging the ritual... 

Aio leans over to Erdan and inspects the coin, looking for anything untoward about it. 

Arcana: 0

She suddenly forgets that magic exists and begins to drool from her beak a bit.

The goliath speaks. Her voice is gravelly yet soft, like a rockslide singing a haunting melody.

"That wall is strong, stronger than you are. And even if you could break it, what then? The dead would be unleashed upon the countryside. Many more would die."

"What of Raidok? Upon seeing this coin you spoke his name, yet you know nothing of it?"

"You speak, Giant? What role do you play in this mess? ... A scattered and disorganized force is little threat to the few people who live beyond the city."

Dahme'dre considers the consequences. Do many people live beyond the walls? History: (2)11

Valen rests his blade on a shoulder, but keeps the shield bared, "We've had a difficult time in the city already and are looking to get out. However, it seems we are held back slightly by an obligation to prevent an undead slaughter." 

When Dahmed'dre tell's us about the sabotage, he will change his tone. 

He smirks and looks back to Jackiro "My apologies, I misunderstood the situation. You are incompetent and are being used. Either stand aside, or help us undo your mess." 

He will turn to the Goliath "My Lady, we are trying to save as many lives as possible. Please assist us before this fool dooms the city to this undead scourge."

Erdan will ready an action. If Jackiro tries to attack anyone, he will cast frostbite on him (Con Save DC13). 

Overhead you glimpse a darkened shimmer in the air, vaguely outlining the dome of the repulsion spell's influence. The shimmering crackles, waxes and wanes, shifting almost too fast for the eye to follow. 

Dahme'dre, you consider what you know of the city and its surrounds. It is true that the few sizable settlements within easy walk of Thar are well fortified. The chaos of the Withered Lands, combined with virtually non-existent protection from what remains of the Empire has placed a premium on defensibility. Palisades and ditches surround the nearest villages, and local militias, though leaderless, have maintained a vague cohesion and enough force to repel invaders, even unled. Where the situation is bleaker is in the smaller hamlets, way-stations and trading posts which remain around the capital. These lack the defenses of the larger settlements and would be easy prey. Though nothing compared to a wholesale devastation of the capital, deaths from an undead plague unleashed on the countryside would still likely be in the thousands before the last cadaver was put down. 

Jackiro's head snaps up, the retort to your insult dying on his lips. In front of him, the brazier of green flares begins to pulse, sickly motes of yellow light intermingling with the green of the flames. 

The coin in Erdan's hand suddenly grows white hot, almost searing his skin. Aio, who chose that moment to gaze at it in an attempt to gauge its magical properties reels back, momentarily blinded as in the arcane realm, the coin burns like a supernova. Erdan, the coin in your hand is blazing and growing too hot to safely touch, what do you do?

((Others can take actions too )). 

(If the timing is right...) Valen spins around, "Sorry...." He grunts, before slamming his shield upward into Erdan's hand, to dislodge the coin. He chases it from the hovel, grabbing with a mailed hand if possible, to fling it down to the water, outside the protective ward.

(If the timing isn't right...) Valen leaps back to the hovel's wall, landing soundly on his back and holding his shield up to protect his face.

Aio reared back and let out a screech as the coin becomes some sort of magical beacon, blinded by the effect. She grabs onto Erdan for support, desperately trying to not loser her balance and fall into the water.

(( Valen, can you give me a dexterity check for timing the swing, and a melee attack to hit Erdan's hand cleanly? ))

(DEX: 12 nimble as a rock! Attack: 17)

Valen reacted quicker, otherwise Erdan would have thrown it past the barrier once it started getting hot. He won't resist Valen's attack.

He will support Aio and tell her "It's alright, Birdy, I gotcha." 

Then he will growl at Jackiro "Shut down your ritual, NOW!"

 intimidation 19

"He may have some use living yet. He'll keep this army focused on a valueless target long enough for us to escape, if not act." Dahme'dre looks to the Goliath, "So? where do you fit into this? Are you going to stay here and help feed.. Them?" She gestures to the water, the motion amplified by her added spectral hand. Beyond the barrier masses of the undead swarm.

(Completely forgot about the Mage Hand. Would've been a more graceful way of throwing the coin than possibly breaking Erdan's hand.)

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Valen reacted quicker, otherwise Erdan would have thrown it past the barrier once it started getting hot. He won't resist Valen's attack. 

Valen, you swing your shield upward in a smooth motion, catching Erdan's fingers with the edge to send the coin flying upward out of his hand. Pirouetting smoothly into the motion you turn and catch the coin in your other hand, already moving in a dead sprint toward the edge of the platform. You feel the heat of the coin pulsing through your gauntlet, palpable even through the metal. Skidding to a halt at the platform's edge you aim and throw the coin like a softly glowing meteor.

Erdan, as Valen knocks the coin out of your hand you stumble, but catch yourself and reach out to steady the temporarily blind Aio as she steps dangerously close to the edge of the platform. Stepping forward, you roar at Jackiro to stop his ritual. Your anger flows through you, the rage building until it melds with the arcane power in your soul. Your eyes burn with illusory flames and faint sparks of lightning crackle off your skin, transforming you momentarily into an avatar of fury. Confronted with the sight, Jackiro balks and breaks, abandoning the ritual to run headlong away from you and the rest of the party, toward the opposite end of the platform in a dead sprint. 

"Lets move... Quickly." Dahme'dre suddenly feels like their situation has grown more dire. She takes a look off the platform for the boat. "I do hope we can reach the wall before his fear becomes our reality."  She hums her song acting as a conduit for ancient guidance. She grants her boon to Aio as she passes. "Lead the way." Her nervous request bears some urgency.

Valen turns to see the necromancer flee, "After him! He may be of use yet." He quickly halts at the door when he sees Dahme'dre coming out. Her concern seems to sink in and Valen abandons the necromancer. He follows down the ladder last to ensure everyone is out safe. Turning one last time, he addresses the goliath, "Your choice. With him to run from the dead, or with us to escape the city."

The goliath speaks to Valen. "I will go with you. Running will do no good."

Erdan will take a look at the brazier. Is it still lit with the green flames?

If it is, he will say "We need to put out the flames!"

"This ritual is not one of summoning, but repulsion. He truly did intend to use this barrier to drive the undead from the district. Leave it be, to buy some little time." Dahme'dre calls as she l steadies the bottom of the ladder and prepares to climb down.