Jirel will charge through the breeched wall to slash against the beast.

Attack 1: 16 Damage: 18 + 3 Rage     Extra Damage: 11 
Attack 2: 25 Damage: 14 + 3 Rage     Extra Damage: 9 

Jirel shoves her pike into Yrax's chest and slays him. In his room, you find his treasure hoard which  consists of 75,604 cp, 8,773 sp, 6,111 gp, and 165 pp in a variety of coins, bars, and ingots; a black pearl worth 500 gp; two emeralds worth 1,000 gp each; a fire opal worth 650 gp; a sapphire worth 1,100 gp; and exotic hides, furs, and pelts worth a total of 5,000 gp. In addition to these mundane treasures, Yrax’s hoard also contains a Staff of Fire, Ring of X-ray Vision, and a Efreeti Bottle. The treasure hoard also contains the bearskin rug that is the second key to Baba Yaga's Hut. You then return to Commander Pharamol to let him know of your victory over Yrax and to claim the two headed eagle that was the other key to Baba Yaga's Hut. 

You then return to the hut to stir the cauldron and let the magic take you to your next destination.

Level up to 13.

End of Book Four. Reign of Winter will continue in Book Five: Rasputin Must Die!

Once everything is good and most likely loaded up in the handy haversack for transportation, the return journey is one taken with satisfaction in a job well done. At least Zaf seemed to believe so with the added pep to his step and/or flight throughout much of it. Though during the quieter moments of the trip, once the group came to understand at least the potential in one particular item, the Owl Aarakocra could sometimes be caught staring at whatever or whoever happened to be in possession of the Efreeti Bottle.

Unfortunately, unless confronted over this, it is only when the others are just about readying to see about the pots stirring that he looked to Jasun and asked, "A wish cannot solve everything. And as you said before, you have made your bed, and now you must sleep in it... but assuming if all can agree upon it, even a bed of straw is better than a mere thin blanket on the ground. So if given the chance, might you accept a chance at a straw bed?" He asked casually.

(@all: if possible, Zaf would also like to take possession of the Ring of the Xray, if not the staff. Though the staff can go to Jasun, as he's the only other one who can wield it.)

"Yes, I suppose I would!" he said, thoughtfully.

Seeing all the diamonds (for spell purposes), Rose's eyes light up brightly. She begins to pick up a few of them (along with other gemstones for the more gem heavy spells) from the pile to seperate them while the others used the haversack to put away the rest. When they get a moment of time to rest, the firbolg shuffles over to where Jirel and Sera were. "E-excuse me, sorry, but, um, could you guys help me?" She asks, taking out some of the gems from her pouch. "I need help making these into dust for spells, a-and you two are the strongest I know. I don't need much! Ju-just, um, maybe... 3...? W-we found a lot of diamonds, so, grinding them up should be easy!" 

(We can keep the bottle in the haversack for now, and I agree in giving the staff to Jasun since he is the only one who could use it XD Take the ring owl boy!)

Sera nods. "Sure thing, Rose." She goes about crushing the diamonds into dust (CAREFULLY) with Jirel, should the goliath join her.

(I agree with Jasun getting the staff)

Jasun took that staff, looking it over and admiring it.

Book Five: Rasputin Must Die

The people of Russia found it astounding that the royal family would allow such a slovenly man of questionable morals into the palace. They were even more shocked to find out that the man known as Rasputin was allowed to mingle with the children and sleep by their bedside.
This led the people to speculate and let their imaginations run wild. What they didn’t know is that their future prince—the tsar’s dear son
Alexei—was dreadfully ill and no doctors could heal him. Rasputin, however, displayed a magical talent at easing the young boy’s
suffering, and thus alleviated the pain and worry of the boy’s parents. It was for this reason the royal family opened their palace to that spectre of evil.

As the hut arrives at its' new destination, its' layout once again changes and you find yourselves in a new room. Rows of wooden coffins lean against the thick timber walls of this room, with dozens more lying stacked and scattered on the floor. A dusty fireplace sits to the south, and a stout ironbound door stands in the eastern wall. Seated in front of the door is a skeletal figure holding a scythe in one hand and a deck of cards in the other. Several cards are on the lid of a coffin that lies before you. Upon seeing you, he sighs and waves you over. "Greetings. They call me the Coffin Man. I am the cousin of Baba Yaga."

Zaf would look first between his fellows, before eventually stepping up and bowing respectfully in greeting. "Well met, Coffin Man. I am... I go by Zaf, and these are my compatriots." He would gesture to the rest, and pause long enough for each to give their own introduction if they wished, before then continuing dressing the skeletal figure. "We seek your cousin, Baba Yaga, as things are not well back in...Irrisen, I believe it was called? How much this matters to you, I am not certain. But any help you can provide would be appreciated." He glances up to the scythe. "Excluding an abrupt and rather bloody end to our journey, of course."

“Two siblings—brother and sister— long separated by the vastness between stars conspired to lure the Baba Yaga home, and ensnare her with magic and technology. A luring call from a son thought murdered, strange machines that are calling her fey kingdom down to this world, Earth, the son, the “Mad Monk” Rasputin, now attempts to claim Baba Yaga’s cold throne with the aid of long-slumbering evils and an army bristling with strange weapons, the sting of which you have never felt.”

Sera blinks. "Um...so there are two siblings trying to get Baba Yaga here..." She rubs her forehead. "So then...we're stopping these siblings? Yeah? And we're on a new planet again," she adds with a dry chuckle. "Oh, this'll be fun."

The Coffin Man shakes his head. "One child is here. Baba Yaga's murdered-but-living son, killed for possessing strange powers in a world that rejects mysticism. He has escaped death many times, as if his soul has been stitched to his body. His latest survival of an attempt on his life has attracted his mother's attention and she cam here, only to be betrayed by her son, who plots to take her place on the throne of the Thrice-Tenth Kingdom."

"A world that rejects-... That... that may not good for us." Zaf said. "Are you saying then in short we should be mindful of using our magics. Or will not be possible here, er... yes, here. For that matter, and I suppose in hindsight it should've been considered in that last world, but... this whole anti-mysticism doesn't extent to the elven or avian races that inhabit this world? Or, do they not?"

"Elves? Avian races? You must know little of this world. This is a world of humans. Beings like us exist as little more than myths and stories told to children at their bedsides."

"Truthfully, I am fortunate enough to know what I am, and at least roughly who I am." Zaf chuckled softly. "It's been an eventful year, to the least... And no, this would be the first time as far as I'm aware that I've ever left our homeworld. But if what you say is true, I do not suppose then-..." He looks back to the remainder of the party and winces. "I do not suppose there are no glamours you might have that we might use to help mask our appearance at least? For I believe it would be prudent to limit the amount... distractions we would have deal before we even meet this 'Mad Monk'."

"I do not."

Of course Jirel would be willing to accompany Sera to assist Rose with creating diamond dust. She was more than happy to lend her strength for anything they desired. The barbarian had no interest in the items and was comfortable with the distribution. Though, there was something about that bottle that made her uncomfortable. She’d only side glance it with the urge to turn her nose up at it.

She never got used to it. This whole world hopping was a bit difficult for the goliath to comprehend. But, she did take comfort in the fact that every time they arrived somewhere new, they were all still there, together, as a group. She’d always do a head count. And thankfully, Zaf took up the lead to the conversation with the assistance of Sera’s prompt. Jirel’s practically walking arsenal, but, she at least looked human.

Holding her sentinel position, Jirel was ready to take their next steps, wherever it was going.

"That is, uh... That is most unfortunate news. Most unfortunate news indeed. I have heard them and elves are quite pervasive, but.... A world of only humans... fascinating." Zad, nodding along the various imagery to pop up. "But there are still beasts here, yes? Dogs, cats, wolves, and so forth? Or are they too 'human', but in a different way?" He asked curiously, as at least a few ideas were beginning to formulate in mind.

"There are beasts here, yes."

Rose had been gnawing at her bottom lip while Sera and Zaf handled the talking. With the talking of races came about, she suddenly felt a bit self conscious about herself, realizing she wouldn't fit into this world at all with how she looked now. She remembers briefly trying to mimic the appearance of one of the nuns at the temple, and doing it successfully (though looking like a mini version of them). She wonders if she could pull it off again... 

For now, she merely puts her hood up and waits to get a move on.