Seeing Cedrick fall with a spare through his shoulder, Bram cry's out

"NO! Cedrick! Dam you demon, your going to pay for that"

Bram first hex's the leader before unleashing another beam of green magical energy.

Hex (bonus action): target takes an extra 1d6 necrotic damage when Void hits with an attack; target also has disadvantage on Strength ability checks

Eldritch Blast: to hit: 14 (if hit: 4 force damage + 2 necrotic damage)

(The devil can see everyone on our ship. Forgot to say this, so had to edit)

Pietr casts cure wounds and healing word on Cedrick:

"Birds of a feather, they say!"

Hp regained:

8

4

"No!" Sylrea screams loudly as she watches Cedrick go down "I will not loose another comrade!" She turns back towards the leader with tears streaming down her face. She quickly walks towards to it with her shield up.  When she gets close enough, she brings her flail on to the top of its head with the force of a thousand suns. She also uses her bonus action for Divine Favor.

To Hit: 22

Damage: 11

Radiant damage: 3

Total damage: 14

Divine Favor :Your prayer empowers you with divine radiance. Until the spell ends, your weapon attacks deal an extra 1d4 radiant damage on a hit. Lasts 1 minute

Fuzzyfeet moves next to the bearded devil.

"Is that a pigeon?"

Distracting the creature, he attacks him with his two shortsword.

Attack: 23 Damage: 6 Slashing damage

Bonus Action Attack: 19 Damage: 5 Slashing damage

Sneak Attack if something hits 9

He runs back away from the fiend.

The devil flops onto the ground:

"You fight well- for puny wor-"

He doesn't even get to finish his sentence before he evaporates, leaving a glaive behind. It's edges look jagged and especially vicious, as well as razor sharp.

Fuzzyfeet sheathes his shortswords after seeing the devil vanish.

"We got the proof here. Do you guys want to search for usable junk around before we go back?"

Sylrea did not want the others to see what her face currently looked like, so she took a moment to gather herself before leaning down to inspect the weapon. She casts detect magic on the weapon to see if there was anything special about it. If an aura showed up, she will then cast identify. Can never be to careful. Hearing Fuzzyfeet's question, she answered him without looking."Yes, someone should go look and see if there is anything else worth picking up. "

Ooc: Does anyone else have proficiency in Martial Weapons?

Upon hearing someone agrees to search the swamp, Fuzzyfeet immediately goes down the boat.

"First one to reach the glowing sword gets it."

He tries to wade through the murky swamp.

Athletics 17

The sword speaks!:

"I AM BLOODFEAST THE EXTREME DESTROYER! I DONT JUST DESTROY THINGS, I DESTROY THEM TO THE EXTREEEEEME, BROTHER! DISRESPECT YOUR TEACHER, DONT EAT YOUR VEGETABLES, AND ALWAYS LEAVE YOUR ELBOWS ON THE TABLE, BUT DO IT TO THE EXTREEEEEME!

Seeing the Devil evaporate, Bram goes over to Cedrick and checks on him

"You ok Cedrick? That hit didn't look healthy."

Turning to Pietr 

"Thanks for the quick healing Pietr. We owe you one."

"We have more than enough problematic people in the group. Now I have to deal with a problematic item."

Fuzzyfeet brings Bloodfeast back to the riverboat for others to check.

Cedrick sucks in a beep breath, coughs a few times, his eyes wide and wild looking. He turns to Pietr, grabs him by the arm, and says:

“Thank you my brother! It was surely Helm’s will that our paths should cross. He told me himself just now as we were sitting and having a nice cup of tea together. HE was just about to tell me something rather important…”

 He then sits up, cleans & dresses his wound. Then tidy’s up his armor and equipment.

“I feel like I could use a good cup of tea right about now… anyway, let’s go!”

Glaring at everyone and everything because of her uselessness, and sitting in huff. "That was not what I expected and I absolutely sucked. Anyone dying or fell into the water?" 

OOC: If anyone has a healing cantrip or something that does not burn a spell slot, Cedrick could use a few more HP.

Otherwise, can the trip back to the temple be considered a Short Rest so I can use a Hit Die?

After she finishes inspecting the weapon, she got up and turned towards the sulking Cinder."Dont worry about it, you will have you time to shine." She then bent down a little to get face to face."Besides. You were pretty entertaining." After letting loose a little chuckle, she walked slowly towards Cedrick. "How are you feeling Cedrick? Sylrea slowly placed her right hand on Cedrick's cheek, letting loose a small flow of energy. She was using Lay On Hands Pool.

Health restored: 10

Lay On Hands Pool: Your blessed touch can heal wounds. You have a pool of healing power that replenishes when you take a long rest. With that pool, you can restore a total number of hit points equal to your paladin level × 5.

Ooc: I was waiting to post after I got information on the weapon.

Bram pat Cedrick on the shoulder and turns to Cinder

"Don't worry Cinder, I'm sure you will get you fare share of glory before this adventure is complete"

Bram give Cinder a genuinely warm smile

"I'm going to check on Frank and Franz"

Bram goes into the cabin and a minute or so later a wood elf emerged. the wood elf is short by most elven standards, and he appears to be skittish. he assesses the situation and each member of the group, before moving up to Sylrea.

"hi, my names Frank, I'm one of Brams friends."

Frank is just out of arms reach and only talking loud enough to be heard by those near him. every few seconds his head darts around looking out for some unknown threat.

"so, this swap, is it really on another plane of existence, like Franz claims?"

While we continue on to the next stop, Zaliey finds a place to lay down for a short rest.  

As Sylrea is finishing up with Cedrick, she sees this nervous wood elf come up to her. She immediately suspects danger, but before she can say anything, he introduces himself..She pauses for a moment before replying " Hello Frank. I am Joan. Nice to meet you." She put forth her hand, expecting him to take it for a handshake.  As this is going on, she is watching him closely. She wants to make sure he is not an immediate threat. She becomes increasingly more suspicious of him as she sees his eyes darting around. She then looks around the boat towards the others, wanting to see if anyone else noticed him. Though specifically looking for Bram. When she couldn't find him, she pretty much confirmed it in her head that he was the shapeshifter. Now she just has to convince the others. Looking back at Frank, she speaks slowly."Yea, We really are on another plane. A rather bad plane, if you ask me."

Pietr turns to face the rest if the gang:

"Anyone else want this sword? Because I kinda want it, but someone else might need it more."

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"If it's a shortsword, I'll grab it."

Fuzzyfeet shakes his body to remove the swamp clinging to his fur, releasing drops of water to everyone nearby.