Wis ST: 10

Stella wriggles around and stabbos Nuraska!

Come: 19 Damage: 18

On: 12 Damage: 11

Dicebot!: 23

Stella(25),Courage(23),Vastra(22),Lair(20),Alys(19),Obsidian(19),Hoodini(17),Nuraska(16)(54),Yvan(13),TheLonely2(13)(82),TheLonely1(7)(19)

Vastra casts Cone of Cold at Nuraska and the two Lonelies!

Acrobatics:6

40

Nuraska:7
The Lonely 1:21
The Lonely2:17

Stella(25),Courage(23),Vastra(22),Lair(20),Alys(19),Obsidian(19),Hoodini(17),Nuraska(16)(36),Yvan(13),TheLonely2(13)(64),TheLonely1(7)(1)

"This nightmare ends now!" Alys presses forward to bring herself to Yvan's side. Drawing the blade he passed down to her long ago, the elf lunged at Nuraska with full intent to strike her down and end her reign of terror.

Action: Inflict Wounds w/ adv (inspiration) Attack: 14 Damage: 50

(d'awe)

(Hate when it turns out that way)

Stella(25),Courage(23),Vastra(22),Lair(20),Alys(19),Obsidian(19),Hoodini(17),Nuraska(16)(36),Yvan(13),TheLonely2(13)(64),TheLonely1(7)(1)

Clinging to life, Nuraska tries one more time to occupy Stella with Delusion of Vermin. DC19 Intelligence Save or take 6 psychic damage and be incapacitated for 1 minute.

Stella(25),Courage(23),Vastra(22),Lair(20),Alys(19),Obsidian(19),Hoodini(17),Nuraska(16)(36),Yvan(13),TheLonely2(13)(64),TheLonely1(7)(1)

Concentraaaate: 12

Nope. Stella goes down shrieking.

DC19 Wis Save that I'll never pass - 12

(yuh)

Even despite Alys' presence beside him, Yvan is unable to see past Nuraska's mask. His jaw clenches tight when he sees the wizard's attack miss, hoping she would have been able to finish this for good, however when it doesn't seem so, he tries his best to follow up!

Action 1 - GET - Attack: Attack: 17 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll. + Bless 1 + Enlarge damage cuz I remembered this time 4
Action 2 -  OUT - Attack: Attack: 19 Damage: 22 + Bless 4 + ED 1
OF MY HEAD - Attack: Attack: 23 Damage: 21 + Bless 1 + ED 2

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"

BRUTE CRIT BABY: 5

With Nuraska defeated, the dream world ceases to exist. Suddenly, your projected consciousnesses are standing back in the chamber you were all in, maybe two seconds after you all entered the prophetess' dream. You all re-enter your bodies and shortly afterwards, the prophetess begins to stir and wake up as she is now free from the dream. Some of the priests in the room help you reorient yourselves as your consciousness reunites with your physical forms, while others begin to attend to the prophetess.

You all level up to 15!

Groaning and grumbling, Courage immediately went to pop back the helmet to rub his forehead. However, the moment the helmet sunk back into his torque, Souperb leaped onto his shoulder burbling and trying to wave off the other priests from attending to the aged tiefling. "Alrigh, Alrigh, ya walk'n side dish. Leave'm be." He'd say a few moments later, having oriented himself faster upon noting the little guy's efforts. 

After some more distrusting sounding burbling, Souperb floated its way into Souperb's backpack while the tiefling worked up the courage and will to stand on his own two feet, and taking in the sights.Though a smile briefly graces his lips seeing the prophetess stirring, his attention soon shifts over to the rest of his comrades; a look of both worry and curiosity staining his features while examining the after effects of their journey.

Stella rises to her feet gracefully, wincing slightly at the soreness in her limbs. She looks around to check on the remainder of the group, satisfying herself that they're all right as Obsidian stretches extensively, purring as he digs his claws a tiny bit into the floor.

In the last few moments of battle, all the goliath could see was red. He hurt them. Hurt her. Even despite the visage being a fake, it still caused him to be riddled with fear. It still caused him to look away, to be sloppy in his attacks even with the assistance of Hoodini and Obsidian. It still caused him to question his role as a protector to the Misfits.

He hated it. The rage deep within his core only burned brighter the more he thought about it. How could he call himself a protector if he couldn't move past his fears? How could he protect them if he couldn't look at his enemy in the eyes? He had told himself if he didn't think about it, he could grow past it naturally, but in reality, he had gone no where and remained in the same place for years. 

Yvan had failed to remind himself that he wasn't alone anymore. That he didn't need to face his fears by himself, that he had his family beside him, helping him, believing in him when he didn't believe in himself.

There is an inferno burning at the back of Yvan's eyes as he forces himself to look straight at the visage of his father, and with the thoughts of his true beside him, he delivers the killing blow.

The moment he blinks, he is whisked away, his eyes fluttering open as soon his consciousness returns itself back into his body. He groans as he sits himself up from his place, cradling his pounding head. When the pain subsides to a throb, he brings his gaze over the group to see how the rest of them had been fairing before carefully getting to his feet. Had Alys still been on the floor, he would extend a hand to assist her up.

Not feeling like talking much, the goliath stands behind the blonde and gently wraps her in a bear hug, resting his chin on the crown of her head with his eyes closed. It didn't take much to tell he was very tired.

The last thing she heard was Yvan’s rage filled shout. Her heart ached for him and the turmoil Nuraska subjected him too. Regardless of how hard she tried though, this was a nightmare even Alys couldn’t protect him from. She slipped away with the fading dream world only to find herself rousing awake only a few moments later.

Alys would wake with a gasp, her eyes frantically moving about to scan for her companions. Her heartbeat raced in her chest until she could confirm that everyone was accounted for and appeared to be altogether. She inhale a breath of relief, bringing a hand to her chest. It was then Yvan would extend his to assist her up. With a warm smile, she’d accept his help up.

”Are we all okay?” Alys would ask gently as she stood. Once everyone was confirmed to be okay, she’d look to the prophetess and her entourage wondering if they were soon free to go. Were there any other formalities for them to address?

Feeling the warmth of Yvan embrace her from behind, the elf would melt back against his chest. She’d run her hands along his forearms until they found themselves on top of his hands wrapped around her. The sensation of his chin resting on top of her head confirmed the exhaustion he was feeling. Petting her thumb against his hand for comfort, she’d hug his arms closer to her that were already snug around her and whisper in a gentle agreement. “I’m ready for some rest too...”

"I imagine-..." Courage starts, as he looks from Alys to the rest. "A good night's rest, some comfort food, and perhaps a smidgen of general relaxation will be more than enough to get most of us." He states, smiling reassuringly at the high elf, before then turning again to the prophetess. "That is of course we're not need here further." With that, the tiefling looks for the Father among the priests to seek further guidance. Because tired or not, if there yet some lingering threads that needed cutting to truly be considered having succeeded their mission, Courage at least wouldn't let a "little" exhaustion get the best of him. 

The Father turns toward all of you. "Tell me, what did you see in the dream world? What was keeping her imprisoned and why?"

Courage easily encouraged her smile to grow even further with warmth at the mention of comfort food. Her fingers would softly drum against Yvan's. She'd nod in agreement to the tiefling's mention if there was nothing else needed of them.

As the Father turns to them, Alys would eventually speak up. "Perhaps it'd be easier to show you?" A bit reluctantly to free a hand from where it rested, the Elf would bring one to her forehead. Closing her eyes, she'd hum a gentle melody as she'd call forth the recent memories of their experience in the dream world. The divination wizard would focus on only encoding pertinent information related to the Father's ask, leaving personal details of themselves out. She'd show him the environment, the monsters, the castle, Naraska in her original form and the words shared about why the Priestess was imprisoned.

Once all of the memories were compiled, Alys would pull forward a glowing strand from the illuminated thirdeye divination glyph that rested there when activated. She'd float the ribbon like light strand towards Father to indulge when he was ready.

Spell: Encode Thoughts
(No deceit or ill intent of course. Just simply providing necessary facts in a convenient way while 'protecting' their/Yvan's privacy.)

 Uncertain of even where to begin, Courage opened his mouth to speak, but could hardly get the word "I..." out, before trailing off mumbling to himself. However, Alys' (and anyone else that follow up) stepping in elicits a relieved smile following a sigh of relief. Even Souperb wipes some nonexistent sweat from its nonexistent brows off to the side. If the father however lacked in a means to read the strand, only then would Courage try again to fill in the blanks. Much like Alys however, any too personal aspects of the mission... well, it wasn't really relevant beyond blanket generalization.

When the matter is resolved one way or another, Courage says, "Given the circumstances, sir, I imagine you will be wishing to extend the request to include assisting in the matter? Or might you have others in mind for such?"

Father Tarkus takes the ribbon of light and spends a few moments absorbing the information. "This is clearly a quite serious matter. This matter of an evil being that is attempting to escape from its lunar prison is quite concerning. We will need to hear more from the prophetess about this, but I imagine she will need time to rest and so will you. Will you return to us tomorrow, Misfits?"

 "Not much other choice there, seeing as we've yet to be rewarded for the first task." Courage said with a smirk, before sobering up and giving a more solemn nod. "Provided I'm not overstepping-..." He starts, glancing to Vastra, before continuing all the same. "We will most certainly make ourselves available come tomorrow, and return as per your request. Until then-..." He bows his head once, before stepping awkwardly back.

Stella nods in agreement. "We'll be back tomorrow to give you a hand. Sleep well, and good luck recovering, prophetess." She nods to the prophetess with a soft smile.

An eye cracks open when he feels Alys move her hand from his, and he watches as she creates a thread of memories for the Father to review. He silently appreciates the wizard's quick  thinking, finding that it was definitely much easier to show him than speaking of their experience in the dream world. While the man reviewed it, the goliath would give a small kiss on the crown of Alys' head before resting his chin there again, his arms tightening around her slightly before relaxing.

At the mention of returning to assist further, the barbarian grunts as a way of agreement, but he mentally thanks the others in putting it into words for him. After a good rest (and good food, thank you Courage), he would definitely be feeling a lot more energetic and cooperative. 

You all get a long rest and return to the temple to speak with Father Tarkus and the prophetess. She looks well rested and calmer now that she's had the time to recuperate. She begins to speak to you and the other priests that have assembled to hear what she has to say. 

"I dreamt of an old temple on the moon. It was grand and made of the same stone as the rest of the moon. There was a secret basement of the temple that was filled with seals of both an arcane and divine nature. Behind the seals was a terrible creature. It was a massive dragon, the size of an ancient, but it was clearly undead. It was mostly skeletal, save for a few patches of red scales that clung to its' undead form. It was thrashing against the seals that kept it in place and it looked like some of the seals were beginning to weaken."

 As the prophetess speaks about her dream and the undead dragon, Father Tarkus turns white as a sheet. "That was Turokkin the Dracolich. He was a monster that terrorized the world centuries ago, with his draconic might and arcane power. It was only after a group of powerful heroes managed to destroy the physical form of Turokkin in a great battle that he was able to be sealed away on the moon, as no nation wanted to have the undead menace in their borders. But his phylactery has never been found, so we have never been able to permanently destroy him. If he is making progress towards escaping, the world could face peril unlike anything it has ever faced before. I can only imagine his wrath at being imprisoned for hundreds of years."