As Tarton is watching Erolith's every move to be ready if he attacks, Tarton notices blood dripping into his right eye. The wound he gave himself in the dream world is here in the physical world as well. Tarton takes the belt out of his cloak and wraps it around his head, placing the belt directly over the wound above his eye to apply pressure to it so it will stop bleeding.

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Just realized I forgot to describe his bonus action in the dream world to dress the wound over his eye, so adding the bonus action description to that post (and below so you don't have to look for it) and making it an action here to dress the wound while trying to keep an eye on Erolith's movements.

Also just realized that since the frightened lizardfolk actions have been given I might not need to wait for the others to post Tarton's actions as they don't involve anyone else.

------ Ret Con description of Bonus Action in dream world -----

After swinging his sword at the monster in his right hand, he quickly wipes away the blood dripping down his face. Then with his left hand he grabs the back of his hood and pulls it tight with the edge pressing on the wound over his eye to try to apply pressure to slow the bleeding.

(looks like we just need Uz and Erolith.  Lot of folks on the boards seem struggling with the summer doldrums, so I'll give a couple more days at least before moving on)

(ok, I'll bot the rest of this turn & then play it by ear going forward.  Hope both of ye are ok)

Erolith feels a ball of ice beginning to form in his stomach at the satyr's chant.  Something about that name calls back memories ... not his own, he thinks they are ancestral elven memories of he isn't even sure how many centuries past.  But after a moment, they become clear,  "Hyrsam.," he mutters aloud.  "The Prince of Fools?"  A satyr overhears him and shouts back, "Yeah, man!  The fools of the PARTY!  We don't need no steenking invites, and we ain't goin' nowhere!"  It looks back and forth between him and Artifex as if trying to decide who to favor with its attentions first.  With a resigned sigh, Erolith says much more quietly, "And also Hyrsam the Savage."  Readying his bow, he takes a stand by The Black Rose and Tser'ts'tchah.  Seeing him approach, Uz looks up and begins to speak.  But as he does, a dark shadow seems to swirl across his vision  His eyes go wide, and he stares wildly at one of the stones near the path by which The Black Rose and Aassak'ess'thaur descended,  Was that ... blood staining the top?  Was it a stone or an ... altar?  An altar of sacrifice ...  He begins to remember all the tales he has heard of the dietary preferences of some lizardfolk -- had they been lying to him the whole time, setting him  up?  His breathing quickens and he slowly  begins to back away.  As he does, the lizardfolk who had been standing dazed begins to follow him, an adoring look in its eyes.

Artifex chuckles. "No need for things to get tense. Perhaps we can play a little game. A challenge if you will."

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I'll wait until Aassak'ess'thaur, Satyr pipers, Tser'ts'tchah, Remaining satyrs, and Frightened lizardfolk take their 2nd turn before posting Tarton's 2nd turn actions/reactions.

Thank you for botting me, I was confused about what to do during my turn. 

The Black Rose, still in the defensive stance of his monk order, prepaired for the worst.

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If it is okay and not too late, I will also take the dodge action again.

Aassak'ess'thaur draws herself up and looks towards the leader of the satyr band.  "This our party, and you do need be invited.  Becausde this our home.  You want take up their challenge ... ," she gestures towards Artifex, "do it outside village.  But now ... "

She gathers herself up, and you can feel her drawing on her god's power.  She points in the direction the satyrs came, looks in the leader's eye, and commands, "LEAVE!"  The satyr glares back furiously, and for a moment holds his place.  Then something shifts, and a look of disgust crosses his face.  "Dullest party I've ever run across anyway.," he grumbles.  ""Come on guys."  As he turns away, he gives Artifex one final glance.  "I'll take you up on that challenge outside, if you're not bored to death here first."  

As the satyrs depart, a measure of calm slowly returns to those who had been affected by their music, though the lizardfolk who had been charmed still occasionally shoots a longing look towards Uz.  The looks that are passing between Aassak'ess'thaur and Tser'ts'tchah are much less readable, but it is the apprentice whose gaze is steadier.  No words are spoken, though, until at last Aassak'ess'thaur turns away.  "Will be in hut if you need again, master.  Studying truth of Semuanya so may aid you better."  She hands him a rolled up paper and walks up the path.

Tser'ts'tchah clears his throat.  He looks back and forth between the paper and you several times, with a look on his face as if he wanted to speak but didn't quite know where to begin.  There's something about that paper, though, that niggles at the edges of your consciousness ... the writing on it is mostly covered but you can see a few characters peeking out at the edge ... (Perception check, DC 11)

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I rolled and got a natural 20, so 24 in total, but then I remembered that The Black Rose is blind. I don't suppose I can use my other senses to gain any information?

"Well that went about as well as it could have. Shame they had to go so soon though, they were kinda cute. Probably even cuter after a few drinks." Artifex let's out a playful giggle, gazing in the direction the satyrs had left. They glance at the lizardfolk who was force fed the amber fluid. "What do you think, was the booze any good?"

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Perception: 9

With the fear of Erolith fading from his mind, Tarton slumps to the ground, laying on his back looking at the sky, his belt still covering his right eye, and starts laughing, tears falling from his face. After a minute he stops laughing and just lays there, looking at the sky.

Uz grumbles to the lizardman, "This is not what I agreed to, and this better make us even or I will show you want I really can do." 

"Calm down Red, I'm quite sure our hosts are just as surprised by these uninvited guests as we are."  Artifex says to Uz, rolling their eyes. " Besides, who doesn't love a little conflict every once  in a while? I for one, am thrilled by our new friends"

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Deception: 6

"When you have seen young people die for an ideal that they will never see, you would be a little on edge too," Uz says in his gruff voice, visibly angry. 

"life, death, old, young... Two sides of the same coin. Better to dance the line between than experience one and fear the other. Then one may hope to live forever "

Artifex's eyes danced playfully as their gaze slipped towards the hobgoblin. "In memory, We persist."

"Not a worry" Artifex gives a slight shrug. "Language is... limited. Artifex simply... Is. I've been to far too many places with different rules and labels to be concerned with things as subjective as gender. If you must refer to Artifex by something other than It's name, They and It will do just fine."

Tarton listens to the conversations around him in the relative silence he is experiencing right now. And unless someone comes to talk to him specifically, he falls asleep right there as he is.

"I ... Is true.  Never meant ... "  The confidence Tser'ts'tchah has shown ever since he 'collected' you all seems to have ... at least temporarily ... deserted him.  He turns to Uz appealingly, and then gestures to include Tarton and all those who had been drawn in to the cetterspap dream.  "Truly am sorry.  Never wanted anyone hurt.  But ... what supposed to DO, swamp never changes, life gets ... dull.  Never meant all this to happen.  Only wanted have little fun, then would have ... asked ... offered ... as was ... would have -- asked ... " 

He casts a sidelong, shamefaced glance towards the spot where Gwrgi has been standing in patient silence (OOC: mostly because her presence totally slipped your shamefaced DM's mind ... ) and then back at the rest of you, still nervously playing with the scroll Aassak'ess'thaur  handed him as she left.   As he twirls the parchment, a faint breeze blows over the edge towards you.  And though it is too faint for most of you to detect, The Black Rose's keen nose picks up a familiar scent wafting to him on that breeze.  A most unusual cologne.  In fact, the only other time he remembers smelling it was in the rooftop garden of The Riverkin's Arms, when the party was speaking to a certain gnome ...