Dex:13

Jirel(22),QueenBremagyr(22)(59),Zaf(20),Nadya(17),Seraphina(15),Jasun(10),Rose(3)

Nadya fires twice

Attack: 21 Damage: 13

Attack: 16 Damage: 12

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Jirel(22),QueenBremagyr(22)(40),Zaf(20),Nadya(17),Seraphina(15),Jasun(10),Rose(3)

Following up Nadya’s attacks, Jirel would lash out against the Queen.

Attack 1: 30 Damage: 12
Attack 2: 26 Damage: 16 

Jirel(22),QueenBremagyr(22)(12),Zaf(20),Nadya(17),Seraphina(15),Jasun(10),Rose(3)

Have another Cone of Cold!

47 DC19 Con Save for half.

Jirel(22),QueenBremagyr(22)(12),Zaf(20),Nadya(17),Seraphina(15),Jasun(10),Rose(3)

Con Save(DC 19): 12.

Reaction: Cast (1st level)Absorb Elements.

Conc. Save(DC 11): 24.

Though unable to endure the chill quite as well the second time around, Zaf wards off the touch the spell as much as possible with one of his own, before summoning his stand fire upon the Queen. "Enough is enough. Your suffering ends now." And if that ain't enough, he produces a ball of flame to hurl at her with deadly force.

Bonus Action: Star Boy Shot at Queen.
Attack: 3+15 Damage: 14 radiant.

Action: Cas (Cantrip)Produc Flame[/spell] at Da Queen.
Attack: 4+18 Damage: 15 fire.

Sassy no please stop: 8

Concentration save: 21

Rose is better prepared this time to handle the cone of cold attack, still managing to hold her concentration on her spell. Once again, the firbolg raises her staff in the air and a wave of pink energy washes over the group.

Mass Cure Wounds: 29 hp regained for everyone! 

CoC is annoying: 8

Adv b/c Mage slayer: 14

Sera grunts and then does her MS attack and her normal ones.

Attack: 21 Damage: 31

Attack: 25 Damage: 23

Attack: 25 Damage: 20

CON DC19: 22

Seraphina's attacks finish Queen Bremagyr off!

Jirel would roll her shoulders back. Her chest would rise and fall as she’d inhale deep breaths to calm her excitement from battle. Her eyes would glance around to the others.

Sera withdraws her sword from Brema's chest. "All right. What's under the throne?" She tosses Jirel a grin. "Shall we find out?"

Returning Sera’s grin, Jirel would nod. She’d flourish her axe and rest it on her shoulder as she’d walk up to meet Sera at the throne. The goliath would lift it. 

Sera fits her hands under the throne. "On three? One, two...three!" She lifts.

(I actually vote Jirel makes the check at adv here lol)

Athletics: 25 

As all the very impressive is going on, an injured Zaf is just as as happy to find a place to observe the festivities while trying to get a small campfire going away from anything flammable. Even if it proves to be something of a futile effort, the Owl Aarakocra craving for warmth after being blasted twice with waves of intense cold overrode any other semblance of focus. Then seeming to realize he hadn't been carrying around any dry twigs for the occasion, he just glumly settles for producing primal fire to cradle.

Not unlike a certain Souls Franchise progenitor of humanity

Looking to Jasun after, he'd wave the elf over to share in the flame, remarking half-jokingly may it lighten his spirits.

Area D12

This hidden cellar serves as a vault. Eight wooden crates lined around the walls hold a total of 80 gold ingots stamped with the sword and crown of Vashliq (worth 200 gp each). A mahogany coffer lined with velvet contains a potion of blur, a potion of fly, a potion of good hope, a potion of haste, a potion of heroism, and a potion of nondetection ,although all are currently frozen and must be thawed before they can be used. Finally, seemingly carelessly tossed in one corner is a burlap sack containing a gold crown that is a masterpiece of craftsmanship and set with the finest gemstones.

When the fighting was over, Rose made sure to do a quick look around to gauge how everyone had been fairing, and once done, she stands off to the side to allow Sera and Jirel some room to lift the throne. The firbolg was definitely looking respectfully as the two used teamwork to easily move the throne to the side to reveal a hidden cellar. "Oh, how fun~" She comments, her tone filled with delight. Hidden passageways were always fun to uncover!

Had no one else wanted to go in first, the cleric would volunteer as tribute. Hazel hues would scan the room and point out little things here and there that would definitely be beneficial to have in their arsenal. Subconsciously, she would throw over her handy haversack to prepare for some packing until her eyes laid upon the crown. She bends over to pick it up to show the rest. "Found it!" She smiles widely. "Another successful mission for the... um... Hmm, we never thought of a name for our group huh...?"

Jirel would brush her hands off after co lifting with Sera. She'd stand outside to usher everyone else in first before following down below where she would hold her sentry position at their back. A small smile would tug at her lips as Rose would sift around, plucking items she believed would be helpful for their endeavors, nodding to her when the cleric would find the crown.

"The Mimosa's?" Jirel would blurt, half jokingly, the first thing that came to mind, unsure if she was using their word right.

As Rose touches the crown, she receives an empathic jolt from the matryoska doll and sees a vision of the Mametqul from the tent, his head severed and set within an ornate wooden  wall cabinet, with Bremagyr's crown on his head.

Rose promptly drops the crown on the ground, startled at the vision that flashed in her mind for a moment there. "A-ahaah..." The firbolg is visibly shaken and tries to calm herself down through some breathing techniques. "Um... I-I'm sorry...T-the, um, Mimosa's...! That's cute..." Another breath. "S-sorry, just... The crown gave me a... a vision and..." She trails off, her eyes going down to the crown again, but she makes no movement in picking it back up again. "D-do you remember the mametqul from the tent? W-well... The vision was of his... his head severed and... it was in a fancy wall cabinet w-with the crown on his head." She gives a dry laugh, trying to shake off her nerves. "N-not the most exciting thing to see!"

Sera tilts her head. "Sounds like an instruction manual to me."