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Ishmael nods at Nars' suggestion, taking out the party's wand of healing and handing to him. He still has one more, a wand of his own purchase.

"It would like to go to Orussus as well... I feel somewhat ill"

OOG: Wil is ready to sleep as well. I guess, we could offer these brigands up to the local authorities...

Ishmael stands attentively, listening in but providing nothing to the conversation... except a reminder to the "librarian" that Percy is not unguarded.

"I would like to return to the manor in order to retrieve my arms and armor before we press further"

Wil watches the charmed brigand and listens to him speak, but does not stop him from leaving.

Ishmael warily enters the room behind Nars. He scans it and its inhabitant with his Divine Inquisition.

"This one will not rise again"Wil closes the corpse's eyes. He can't help but feel loathing for their greed and their attempt at his life. And yet, they are folk tested by the Crucible. "These weapons are beyond my training to wield. Take of them as you wish"

Ishmael moves to flank the undead monstrosity with one of his comrades and strikes as hard as he can with Violet. With little other options available to him, he'll continue this line of attack until his target is dead.

At Jaan's behest, Wil goes to each fallen body and attempts to stabilize it with skill or blessing. OOG: Heal +3 or Cure Minor wounds (I can cast 3)

Wil looks at the weapon but passes it over. "I cannot wield that properly" He joins Jaan in his assault, however, charging if possible.

Wil follows the Paladin's instructions but keeps a watchful eye on Lasair. He still has a few minor spells left that he could use on healing. OOG: AC 13, Silver Dagger +3 (1d4+1) 1d20+3=19 1d4+1=5

Wil nods at Lasair's direction and moves to Jaan to heal him of his wounds, having seen him get struck twice. OOG: If none of the horsemen stop him, Wil's cure spell heals 1d8+2=8 damage.

Ishmael readies his shield and his hammer in preparation for this next entrance.

Wil is puzzled by this course of events. He looks to Lasair for instructions, not daring to move for fear of destroying the tense negotiations.

"Jaan, to me!" Wil cries out after seeing his comrade get struck. As much as the priest would like to heal his friend, they were simply too far apart. Wil turns his attention to his oncoming enemies, faith his only armor and the strongest of his weapons. OOG: Wil is going to ready an action...

I feel that a character logs are a courtesy to the approval judges and less a big-brother conspiracy to prevent "cheating". I, for one, would rather that PCs get the full benefits of levelling up and not less (nor more).

OOG: Rurik would need 6000gp more (for a total of 8000gp) to make the spiked chain a +1 flaming spiked chain.

Ishmael nods. "I agree, though perhaps a quick search before we move on?"

Wil moves to screen Lasair from a charge, drawing his dagger if he hasn't done so yet. He also hopes to find some cover in that position, or somewhere nearby. He chants whilst moving, a dull red glow flashing over him and dissipating immediately after. Ignian "Fire Sister, thy servant...