With the bugbears dealt with, Solgran let his maul rest on the floor, handle sticking straight up, and he put his hand on his hips. "I admit, I was not expecting that many foes to be sitting in a room just, 'right here' beside where we'd fought before. Phew. I was thinking one, maybe two, at most. They say bugbears are goblinoids, but they hit more like they're related to goliath if you ask me. I'll have to move faster, hit harder, to keep up with the likes of them moving forward."

Yana nodded to the big man, and gave a tentative smile
"I'm not one to rush into the thick of combat, but I'll do my best to thin the ranks of the next enemy you face, Solgran. You and Allura have been doing well so far.  Keep up the good work"

Allura was flush with the health that came with defeating a cursed target. Her eyes though had changed from the softly burning coals to a soft blueish gold color.

"They must have come from the tribes we already faced. Safe to say they know where these mines are now."

Allura walked over and helped to bind and clean Solgran's wounds and any of her other companions who had been hurt. She herself was still very wounded from the battle with the zombies and floating skulls.



Solgran she is using the healing feat to heal you up 1d6+9

Solgran held still for Allura's tending, "Thank you. You've...grown from when we first met one another. Not physically, just into who you are now."

11:54, Today: Solgran Farnzythe rolled 14 using 1d6+9.  Healing from Allura

Allura stops for a moment in thought.

"I guess I have. I started this wanting to protect my sister." In thought she looked at Solgran her eyes flared a moment, "Now, I do my best to keep you all safe. Even if I am not up at the front of battle all the time."

Amalia got near the tiefling, preparing bandages for Allura "I noticed the change too, and I'm glad. We are getting better at fighting as a group, but there is still work to be done after. Let me put those on your wounds."

Healer's Feat on Allura, 1d6+9 healing

"Thank you, Amalia." Allura allowed Amalia to apply bandages and healing salves.

"Yes, I am sure we will mesh better together after not too long. I can't believe a simple caravan job would have led to this."

She looked to her sister, "She is stronger than I thought, ever make a decision you really really regret? She says back as almost a whisper to Amalia. A tear formed in Allura's eye then her body heat seemingly causes it to whisp in the air.


19:38, Today: Allura Whitlock rolled 13 using 1d6+9.  Healed from Amalia.
Strangely she is healed to her old HP max. With the healing from the curse added in.


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The question took Amalia by surprise and she paused to think about it. There were some things that she regretted, being the sole survivor of the shipwreck that took her entire family, she would have gladly given her life to Selune if it would have spared her parents and brother. But that was not really her decision was it? She regretted not having finished her training at the temple, but again, she had been forced to flee with her family, not her decision. And she felt that this adventure was teaching her more about life than the temple would ever have, so it was not so bad, after all!

So what was left? What had she decided in her life instead of being guided by fate?

She suddenly chuckled, remembering something she did regret "I do regret having been caught when I pranked my brother, by mixing up his component pouches before a wizard's test. He left me hanging in webs for half a day as punishment, and despite my pleas to my parents, they only said that I deserved it. And I admit I did deserve it, now that I know better, it was dangerous."

Allura smiled it was rare to catch and lasted more than a moment. As she smiled the blue white glow of her eyes continued.

"I was in school to be a wizard as well, yes mixing up such things is dangerous, but I am glad you just got webbed because of it. It was nice to have met you, Amalia." She knew shenanigans among siblings and the thought of a young Amalia and her brother somehow made her internally laugh it was such a small innocent reason for regret. She then rested her hand on Amalia's shoulder, "I know you miss him, and whatever heaven her may be in now I think he would smile knowing you are recounting your young tales about him and yourself."

Yana collects and salvageable quarrels as the others talk

Snoric encouraged everyone who wasn't in the room with the now-dead gnolls to join them.  "The flaming skull things are still near the forge" he whispered as loudly as he dared.  He was amazed they hadn't heard them.  He was glad he'd built his 'quietener' for Ultio.  Previously one shot would have likely brought the whole place down on them.

Leaving Muffin on watch near the door, Snoric moved over to the western door and listened intently.  If it was quiet and the door was not locked or trapped, he cautiously opened it and peered out.


OOC: Encourage everyone inside.  Muffin guard East door, Snoric scouting western door (for traps and sounds of enemies).

Hearing Snoric she looked over to him and stood up.

"The Skulls ? there are more ?" her eyes glow dimmed and the red was back. She headed to where Snoric had directed. "Rest time is over I guess." She unslung her shield.

Though not as perceptive as she would like to be, Yana noticed her sister's eyes.
Walking up next to Allura, Yana nudged her gently and spoke softly.
"Allura, your eyes are looking odd.  Is that some magical shenanigans we should know about?"

"Huh, what are you talking about?" she looks at the backside of her shield then with her other hand moved up to touch near her eyes.

"I feel fine." she took out her hand mirror and looked at her face and eyes in it, before slipping it away.
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Yana narrowed her eyes dubiously and shrugged
"If you say so"

While Muffin guards the door to the east, Snoric sets to checking the door west. The door was simple like the opposite side, with a lock on the inside. He opened it a crack and found a hallway that went ten feet and branched off west, north and south. The west branch had stairs going down, with the faint sound of dripping water

Amalia racked her brain for anything she could recall from her interrupted cleric studies on how the flaming skulls could have come back.


Religion check : 17
Arcana check : 6
 Today: Amalia Firnam rolled 23 using 2d20 with rolls of 17,6.  religion, arcana

Yana joined Snoric in scouting

Snoric whispered to Yana.  "You peek into the room to the west.  I'll check the path north then we'll meet back."  Following his own advice, Snoric crept up the northern passage to the T-intersection and peered east and west while staying to the shadows.

OOC: Sneak up north path and peek east & west (but not heading down either corridor).
Stealth 21
Perception 19
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Nodding to her small friend, Yana went to investigate the western room

OOC:  22:23, Today: Yana Whitlock rolled 9 using 1d20+2.  Perception . – 9

Snoric and Yana moved out of the west door and seperated. Yana stood at the steps of the west passage, listening, but heard nothing but the drip of water.

Snoric walked up the northern passage to the t intersection.

The young cleric suddenly snapped hit her opened palm with her fist, eyes bright."I remember, I had a boring lecture once at the temple, but I remember that some undead when destroyed can come back, it seems those skulls are able to do so. To stop them definitely we need to dispel the magic, remove the curse or use sprinkled holy water over the remains. None of which I have prepared, I would need to pray to Selune first"

Solgran waited in the room, to hear back from the scouts.

Yana tried to open the door a Crack to peek

Snoric slowly and quietly returned.  "The passage seperates east and west not far ahead.  I could hear voices to the west.  Possibly more gnolls or bugbears?  I couldn't understand the tongue."