Dungeon of the Mad Mage (#9 PbP)

Danitriel deactivated her blade and clipped it back onto her belt. She had heard that one of the magical abilities the eyes of a beholder had was to cause great fear, Dani had been trained in the bardic ability to strengthen a person's resolve against magical fear and charm. She began to sing Jonstan the Rover, a rather humorous ballad from the Dalelands, to soothe Lythril's nerves.

Clippety-cloppety, bold Jonstan the Rover
Rides misty-eyed down to the Dales again
Into forests and fields, rare beauty all over,
Land of his true loves - Aldee, Imthra, and Luthane,
Elda and Myrta, Chalantha and Araine.

Will he find yet another? Or be welcomed back?
Long lasses aplenty catch his winking eye.
Is it kisses he`ll taste soon? Or scorn everlasting?
Love and laughter and soon away Jonstan will fly.
Cone again over threshold and under dawn sky.

Far across Faerun, a rover adventures free
'Til the Dales call his heart home again
To Jhaele, Sharune, Aleese and Rythree.
Warm arms and hearth and a roof 'gainst rain
'Til his wandering feet bear him away again.

Climbing far mountains, riding in high clover
To Waterdeep and the shores of the Shining Sea.
"Hark! Comes now bold Jonstan the Rover?
Will he, oh will he ever come back to me?"
The Dales call back the man wedded but free.

Clippety-cloppety, bold Jonstan the Rover
Comes riding down into the Dales again.
Their forests and fields, rare beauty all over,
His true love more than all the maidens in pain.
My man is riding mist-eyed to the Dales again.

OU812, reveling in the glory, has been basted with beholder guts after his rampage.  Excited by destroying the vile creature, he doesn't even take the time to clean the crap off his body and blade.  He merely readies his axe for the next combatant, who is surely on their way at this very second.  He stands there, in the middle of the room, at the Ready.

Only once the singing started did Mr. Biggs poke his head back around the corner to confirm the kill. "What a mess." He takes however long it takes for Lythril to recover to smoke along with Wedge while keeping a passive eye on the way they came from. He all but dozes off as he waits with his back against a Prestidigitized wall listening to Dantriel's song. "Somebody should see to your dragon friend, by the way. He ain't looking so hot. Again." 

As the fair song begins, Evrik realizes that there is little he can do right now to heal Lythril. He looks around and sees others in need of assistance. "Oh, my lady of life and mercy, offer you help to those here in need," he prays as he sees Azrael and the others. A soft silver light embraces Alessandra, Azrael, and Grianne, restoring 17 health to each of them.

But he dragonborn who took it upon himself to keep others from harm was in need of more than the others so as Evrik continued praying to Sharindlar, he laid his hands upon Azrael to cure his wounds, and added, "For this one my lady, I ask special care, for he sacrificed so that we all could be safe." And around the proud beast the glowing radiance increased giving him another 10 of health.

Ra’iik wipes off the globs of dead beholder and pants. He holds his arm which is bruised from chanelling his strongest spell slot in to it. “I’m gonna need a rest to recover from that.” He winces.

He trots over to Lythrill and puts his hand in her shoulder. “C’mon, fellow warrior of good. That’s no way to be a pillar of hope.” Casting heroism on Lythrill.

He saunters over to the beholder and sees if he can forrage any 1) scrap 2) harvest anything of note from the beholder.

Forrage: survival: 20

...does the beholder have any buttons ?

Updating “soon”!

Azrael had been preparing to rush in, and grab lythril to drag her out of harms way... but the Beholder had died before it was needed. Azraels body shook, wracked with pain as his exposed flesh took on whatever dust, and grime may be floating in the air nearby. The luster of Azraels scales had dimmed, as most of his scales were gone, replaces with bone, and sinew. Azrael still stood proudly, but physically, he was vulnerable and weak... he was furious.. at himself, more than anything. It seemed he was progressively getting more and more useless as time went on.

After he'd finished attending Lythril, Evrik came over and offered several healing spells, that knitted and reshaped his flesh, muscles, and scales back into place, aside from a few scratches here and there, which would later become long scars. across his face, back, and sides. The electrical current that normally ran began to thrum again around him.

Thank you... Healer... Ev..rik? Thank you... I could feel deaths cold embrace..... And thank you as well Raiik, and Ou8, for dealing such telling blows against it... Sorry that I did so little... how did my spell fail..? he asked no one in particular, blinking as his breath returned to normal, and he let out a large sigh.... It seems I did not plan well enough.. It may not have made a difference... but I should have cast Mirror Images before engaging.... it would have evened the odds.... more than they were atleast... a tiny bit of doubt had crept into his voice, seeing how useless he was compared to the monk and warrior. 

Evrik.. might I ask a favor before we move on? are you able to determine the source of a divine voice? I prayed to bahamut.. but I heard 'Yes WE hear' .. Bahamut is a singular entity.... and Tiamat was supposedly destroyed some years ago... I may be a acolyte of Bahamut.. but I lack the skills of a preist, there are some things I cannot do.

The song from Dani was so creative, it's more than enough to snap Lythril out of her funk.

Ra'iik: Not really. It's just a dead undead abomination. Maybe an eyestalk?

Buttonianne: No, sadly. But it has some markings on it's central eye that look like a symbol the others talk about. Xanathar Guild.

You can hear what sounds like battle coming from deeper into the room. The purple X specifically. OR you can take the red path, or the green path.

"you guys hear that? Shall we have a peek?" Stealth 10

Lythril recovers from her sudden ordeal with paralyzing fear. She had no idea the mere sight of a beholder would cause such horror. Embarrassed, she picked herself up off the floor, wiping spittle from her face.

"Thank you my friends. I'm...sorry...I've...that has never..." She smiles meekly. Shying away from the corpse, she nods. A good fight might help her.

Stealth  12

Investigation of sounds 13

The sounds coming from the next room appear to be sounds of people locked in sword fighting - humanoids.

Evrik looks up at the proud and formidable sorcerer. "Tiamat, you say?" Evrik asks for guidance and tries to recall lore of old.  "Hmm... I seem to recall something about that name.  I will say, from things I am learning all to quickly,  the energy that binds life to us is not as easily extinguished as many may think.  But Tiamat still around?  Let me pray a moment. "(arcana: 20)

Mr.  Biggs just nods his ascent and creeps along after Ra'iik, leaving Wedge to hang out on Evrik's shoulder. 

Stealth: 18.

Grianne takes a peek at where the fighting noises is coming from. Do you guys here that?! Maybe someone is in trouble and needs our help?!

"Considering what we've seen of this place, I'll bet it's evil *****es fighting evil *****es..."  Lythril rubs her hands and smiles almost as much as she had before.

"Creep up on them and then attacked based on who we find?"

Evrik: In a flash of spiritual guidance, you are overwhelmed with a sense of great dread - naturally, on top of all the other mental trauma I've put you through. A silhouette of a great massive beast, a dragon with 5 heads, for a split second is revealed in your vision, and is very much alive.

Ra'iik will try to determine what kind of people are fighting each other. Clans, protecting, defending, etc...

Insight: 19