After shuffling a few paces, Mist stops and slowly looks up at the darkening sky. He turns around and smiles broadly.

"As I was sayin'... Another solid night's sleep in yon cozy cavern should have us ready to go at first light, eh?"

He begins to march back toward the temple and hooks Druquilla's elbow as he goes. Leaning in to speak quietly he whispers, "I've heard it said you elfy creatures don't sleep. Seems right unnatural to me but to each their own, I suppose." He shrugs and continues without a pause. "That bein' said, what say you keep an eye on that Selka character tonight? Not quite sure I'm trustin' that one. Somethin' seems off about this whole operation and if she's on the take with those floaty beasties, I don't fancy gettin' stabbed in my sleep for ruining their murder party. Mayhaps Birdm'n can help...?"

"If I was to guess," Druquilla answers Gintarou shoulder her bow after watching the last of the cloud golems disappear. "Much like the volcano it has something to do with what we are after." 

Druquilla removes her elbow from Mist's grasp shaking her head, "You misunderstand, elves still need to rest their bodies we just do not dream as others do, nor do we need to rest as long as others." Druquilla turns her gaze towards the Sister, "But you are right, surprisingly, we should keep our eye on the Sister as well as that Brother who leads the those self mutilating folks. I can keep guard for a time but you will have to take a turn watching as well, and don't even try saying you need your beauty sleep, there is no amount of rest that will aid you in that department."

Kraven chuckles and will take the last watch as he look sup to see if he can find a roost above everyone's head for the night.

" Well, climbing a mountain road with monsters in the night isn't a great idea. " Says Gintarou looking up at the spire. 

" We visited an underground temple, volcanic cave, and now a high mountain. At this rate, our next adventure would be bottom of the sea floor " Shaking his head, the warrior turns back to spend one more, and probably the last night in the temple. 

A night of rest for everyone.  All watches go off without a problem.  

Sister Selka spends the whole night in front of the altar on her knees praying and crying.  

The leader of the extremist sets up his own odd bed, made of broken wood and sand mostly, if there was a polar opposite of comfortable it would probably be better than the bed he made for himself, once laying down he starts his chanting to the Oarsman, and slapping himself in the face while his followers also slap themselves.  The other worshipers of the Oarsman even look at the group as if they have all lost their own minds.  One by one they knock themselves out, the leader being the last awake.

Bollo finds a corner to himself and balls up and falls asleep snoring.  But he is the first to rise in the morning.  Once awake he starts looking around for who is on guard, and finds Kraven perched on a large rock jutting out of the side of the Spire, about 20 to 30 feet up.  Once finding you he yells up, “Excuse, Sir, Maven, Saven Traven, I am sorry I can not remember your name, how much longer should our companions be sleeping? I know I wake before others, I have not adjusted to this bright light in the mornings.  That and I am ready to make our way higher, and test these wings out.”  And Bollo grabs the wings and moves them around a little bit.

[OOC: I have got to pay more attention to my sheet as I forgot I had 2 levels of Exhaustion, now with a nights sleep I have 1.]

(Remember this is 2 consecutive nights of long rests so unless you had 3(!) levels of exhaustion you should be good to go now.)

Smiling at Druquilla and blushing a bit, Mist toes the sand in front of him. "D'you really think I couldn't get any more beautiful than this even with some extra sleep? Och, you're a kind lass. And not overly difficult to look at, if I'm bein' honest. But let's keep our heads in the game. There'll be time for dalliances once the job's done."

Mist makes his way back to whatever section of floor he had carved out for himself the previous night and lays out his bedroll and falls asleep immediately. The idea of helping keep watch has never even crossed his mind.

8 hours later, Mist yawns, sits up, and scratches himself, blinking the sleep from his eyes. He silently gathers his things and nudges anyone who's still sleeping with his foot. Back at the entrance, he waits wordlessly for the rest of the group to be ready.

"Yes that is exactly what I meant," Druquilla says sarcastically while rolling her eyes. Once everyone takes their places to rest Druquilla takes the first watch keeping her eyes on the different group, utterly confused and slightly sickened by the display of the extremists. After her watch is finished and she trades off with who ever was after her Druquilla finds an area to sit allowing her body to rest while she enters her meditative trance.

Awaking to Bollo's yell Druquilla gathers up her gear then joins the others outside.

"Give some time for the others to gather up what they need then we will continue our trek," Druquilla answers Bollo.

You all ready yourself to leave, and most of the people that are left are in the process of leaving to head down, as you head further up.  One day, two days, three days you climb and sleep.  The air gets thinner, and the travel harder, and the path becomes more and more dangerous, you all have had a few close calls of falling off, except for Kraven who whenever needed he just flys.

You have seen ancient shrines to the Oarsman, and newer ones as well, but the last newer one you saw was on day 2 just before bedding down.   You have also started to see murals of giants, some of them building the Spur itself. 

On day 4 you discover an enormous chamber in the wall of the Spur, its massive stone door broken open by erosion and time. The door opens up into a 100 ft. by 45 ft. mausoleum of polished stone.

Kraven thinks, Well this should be interesting. "Let me go inside a little bit and see what I can see." Then Kraven flies up toward the roof and silently flies inside to take a look around, staying to the shadows as much as possible, hoping whatever might be inside won't be looking up. He will fly around to check out the room until he sees anything or nothing and then will head back to the group.

Stealth: 21

Perception: 16

Images of cloud giants dancing, performing and riding dragons adorn the walls of the chamber, while the rear wall depicts the entirety of Giant's Spur, rising from the sea, passing through the clouds, and reaching the stars of the Astral plane.  Central in the chamber is an immense marble tomb, 30 ft long and 15 ft wide. 

I also need Kraven to make a Con save DC 14

Aubric will pause at each of the depictions as they pass to look them over, fascinated but the murals. He will wait outside the doors as Kraven goes in to investigate. 

Kraven Con Save: 8

So Kraven you are affected by the enlarge/reduce spell, I will roll the d20, if it's even enlarge odd reduce. 18

I'm not going to lie I'm not sure which way is better for the story.

Gintarou remembered an old saying of his homeland. " Fool and smoke always favor the higher "  ( We have seen a lot of smoke-like creatures. But  who is the fool? )  Thought the warrior while he climbed up toward a colder, higher and more dangerous place. The narrow, slippery road was really not nice to his huge body, and almost killed him twice if not for the Feather Fall spell of Aubric. 

He was quite relieved when they found the giant chamber. "This feels much better. I prefer to fight with giants rather than climbing mountains. " Mutters Gintarou as he puts hand on the hilt of his greatsword. He is standing beside the entrance and ready to rush into the chamber.

(OOC:@AndrewFairall I have used your PC in my post, hope you don't mind it)

Kravens enjoys flying in this chamber as it seems to be a lot easier to fly than it did outside, though for some reason the chamber seems a lot bigger than he initially thought.

Seeing nothing of danger he flies back to his companions and when he gets closer he squawks in alarm, "What happened to the lot of you, why are you all so much larger than before?"

"Hey look! It's a falcon! I didn't know they fly this high."  The bird looks bony. But fresh meat nonetheless. Gintarou grasps the hand axe and takes aim. " I hope Kraven doesn't mind. They look really similar. Oh, wait…" The warrior opens his eyes wide with horror. " It's not a falcon! It's Kraven! Oh spirits! What happened to you! You look like a… look like a little bird! "

"Well this is unexpected," Druquilla remarks tilting her head inquisitively surprised at what has befallen her comrade but curious as to what the cause could be. "It is less that we have grown larger but you have shrunk. What happened in there? You where fine before you went in."

"Well..." Mist says, frowning. "I suppose this effect is either temporary or we have an early dinner!" He smiles devilishly. "Either way seems a win for us, innit?"

Turning to Aubric, Mist raises an eyebrow. "You're a wizardly type, yeh? Can't you divine something or read your tealeaves of summat to see if there's any kind of magical traps awaiting us inside? Er... Ones that haven't already been sprung, that is."