Wysp's New Groove

Julgubben'e eyes widen at the first blow, a scream iterally cut off from the following blows of the dagger. Bright red liquid sprays out covering The Wiz completely.

Droplets of the thick peppermint scented fluid scatter about in a 4 foot radius. The rotund figure thrashes for a few seconds before becoming still and a last ripple of bubbles exit the deep cuts.

The scarab stops glowing, retracts its legs, and falls to the floor with a clatter.

The bloody dagger clatters to the floor, falling out of The Wiz's hand. He tries to wipe the blood off his face but his hand is also coated in blood - the hot sticky stuff just smears around. "I did what I had to do. You all saw. There was no alternative." The Wiz fumbles with the words and his expression distant. 

Grey will smash the scarab with his Magic Hammer! Repeatedly.

LMK if you want rolls.

Alexia shoves Grey out of the way. "I'll handle this, you start casting a resurrection spell!" She then proceeds to beat the bug with a nonmagical dagger, not wanting to give it any chance of absorbing magic.

As with many magic items it does not suffer any ill effects from the smashing.

"Quick! Bring him back!" The Wiz scoops up the scarab and attempts to take it out of the room, away from the body. 

Ember moves forward and touches the body.  Revivify      (( back to 1 HP ))

"Wiz, I thought you were going to cut out the scarab; not turn his neck into ribbons!"

Muttering under his breath as he brushes the diamond dust from his hands, Ember casts Healing Word  (( 3rd lvl Bonus Action )) >>>  restores 15 HP

"Give me a moment (( next turn )) and I can do more..."

Pumping power and enchant down into the limp bloody form hoping...

The body slowly goes from warm to cold even as magic is poured into the wounded flesh.

No breath, no motion.

The body becomes even colder yet, and frost begins to form.

The blood crystalizes and becomes ice. Even the warm clothing becomes frosted and icy.

Then there is a barely perceptible quiver.

AAAHHHHCHHOOOOOO!

I huge bloody snot icy sneeze issues from the dead? Santa body.

He shivers and shakes, then the icicles around his eyes snap open. "AH! I hate the cold, it gives me the sneezes!"

The Saint of Winter struggles to his feet and smiles and laughs "HO...HO...HOHOHOHO! Thank you. Thank you so very much."

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"Quick! Bring him back!" The Wiz scoops up the scarab and attempts to take it out of the room, away from the body. 

 You would swear it winks at you.

What are you going to do with it?

Ember falls backward and lands on his butt.  "NOT how a rezz usually goes but, boy am I glad you are alive again!    Sorry we had to do it that way."

The Wiz notes the lifelike response to his presence. "Hey there, little dude. You seem chill, so if you don't make any funny business, you can tag along with me." The Wiz slides the mechanical beetle into his pack. He takes a deep breath and is summoned back to the room by his screaming goat. 

"Eeeeeeeeeehhhhhh!!!!" The goat says in jubilation at Kris Kringle's resurrection. 

The bloody The Wiz stumbles back into the room. "Did it work?"

Grey pauses for a brief second, trying to decide what to do with the scarab before attempting to resurrect Santa. Instead Ember brings the man back to life.

"Whew" he says, and points his Holy Symbol at Santa and speaks a prayer of healing at the man.

Divine Spark: Healilng 17

The massive man shakes like a wet Saint Bernard sending and icy spray in all directions! "Thank you thank you!" he shouts.

He then looks at each of you and rubs his chin, "The bag is pretty much empty right now, but I can give you these." Pere Noel reaches into his sack and withdraws a snowball. He smiles and tosses it upward showering the party with a dusting of snow and upon your chests you each have a snowflake that doesn't melt.

He gives each of you a big warm hug then walks to the fireplace. With a wink and finger to the side of his nose, Santa Claus streaks upward through the flames and up through the chimney.

A shower of black rocks clatters down and chokes out the fire, making the room a little less cheery.

You are left with the platter, the mug, and each of you has a snowflake fastened to your chest. Oh and a big pile of rocks.

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The Wiz openly weeps as the best person he has ever known for the shortest time ever flies away. "Still on the Nice list," he sniffs. 

The room goes from cozy to sulfur stink humid rapidly. However, nothing seems to bother you down here.

Where to next?

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There is a wreckage of boxes upon which you are resting. Your arrival seems to be the epicenter of a wave of destruction. 

Glancing about you see bits and pieces of just about anything an adventurer could need for exploration if it wasn't burnt, torn apart, or shattered. Among the bits you find a partially intact letter:

Alexia begins walking southwest(in the direction of hex 5). "I guess we keep going deeper?"

"Yep, let's continue onwards now that we are rested!"