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"Invisibility always helps," Duvrael suggests, glad to have his full spell repertoire back and ready to cast. What happened to the hill giant youngster that carried the chief's head? Potentially it can help us out with a distraction.

"Don't be wastin' yer weapons, lad!" Helgrim admonishes Lunn, before ordering the others back to the building. Seeing Tommi and the dwarf still pretty far off and vulnerable with all the hyenas about, the old warrior curses. "Stay 'ere, I'll be makin' sure that boy's not eaten b'fore ye close...

Duvrael does not mind the barbarian quickly outpacing him. He does not increase his speed, although he does go over his prepared spells in his head in case this gathering takes a wrong turn. Banishment, probably. That will keep the jotun away for long enough, probably. Invisibility if it is...

Maladiel raises one eyebrow, not convinced there is nothing more. He does remain silent, however, and not once drops his smile. "The offer sounds very good," he says, turning to his companions. "The elf is right. Are we all agreed, then?"

The broodguard looks at the others expectantly as they try to formulate a plan. He looks at the undead creatures, his nose wrinkling at the foul smell, then looks back at the other yuan ti, confused.

Duvrael decides against using a spell at this time, preferring to save his magic for when he really needs it. Instead, he start strolling, for all appearances without a care, towards the hilltop. The wizard tries to keep mostly under the cover of trees and large rocks, but does not go out of...

Helgrim curses as he hears the racket behind him, and turns around in time to be hit by a number of pans, pots and knives. "Asjemenou," he starts his tirade in Dwarvish before realizing it was the elf who healed him not long ago, and also his cursing may increase the chances of attracting those...

Duvrael nods, holding his staff at the ready should the giant and the eagle prove to be an immediate threat.

"That'll be meself, then," Helgrim nods to Escella, and the old dwarf makes sure to keep himself positioned at the side of the party closest to Tommi. Hopefully the boy will move back to them if trouble rears, and Helgrim wants to be able to protect him and the others in that case. So keeping...

Yeah, sometimes it's unfortunate there are so few faces in our party. I mean, Maladiel is pretty good at it, but it makes these social interactions a bit of a spotlight-hugging thing. Sorry about that.

Duvrael patiently waits for the Colonel and Donnell to report their findings. "I was hoping we wouldn't encounter storm giants yet," he whispers. "Looks like a scout. We could try diplomacy, although I'm not sure it's willing to talk. They're smarter than those hill giants, so don't think...

That's actually not that bad!

Duvrael keeps himself apart from the report and the festivities. The wizard is more concerned with refreshing his spells, preparing those he thinks might be useful considering the circumstances they know of -- and those they do not, but can reasonably expect. He does not drink a single drop of...

"Gotta distract them beasties," Helgrim indicates the hyenas. "I'm not wantin' t' fight e'ery critter just 'cause it's near those durned gnolls. Can yer magic scare 'em off or sumthin'?" he asks Escella and Vairar, hoping they got a spell for such a thing. History check: 1D20+4 = [2]+4 = 6

Maladiel smiles as he realizes Eyrena is sincere in her offer, but is not quite putting all her cards on the table. "Dear lady Niadh, I will be honest and admit that, yes, those hounds and guards are after us. I don't suppose a lot of prisoners manage to escape, so your help is very much...

Duvrael raises an eyebrow - a curious gesture he copied from the humans he was once sent to infiltrate. "A dragon? What kind?" The wizard quickly decides that whatever loot that dragon has, is infinitely more interesting than anything those brutish giants have. Some dragons are known to...

"Nothing to worry about," Maladiel smiles at her in his charming way, motioning for her to get to within whispering distance. "We can be friends, certainly. Tell me, ma'am, what you need us as your friends for?" Insight: 1D20+4 = [10]+4 = 14 Persuasion if needed: 1D20+5 = [5]+5 = 10

When nobody else takes one, and Tommi keeps holding up his hand, Helgrim decides to grab all the remaining berries and hungrily devours them all. Some of it runs out of his mouth and into his shaggy beard, mixing with the dried blood. It gives his grin a tinge of madness. "Ye be makin' a fine...

Wrok the broodguard looks at the journal Myrral is reading, respecting the cat's time with the booklet but curious to see if he can see some of what's inside. He looks at the other yuan-ti for a moment, wondering if they will step in and take back a potentially helpful resource. Working...

Helgrim approaches, holding his head a bit awkwardly as the gnoll arrow still protrudes from his neck. "A scratch," he deadpans. The ancient dwarf nods slightly as he takes one of the berries, his face screwing up as if not liking the taste. He does, however, appreciate the healing it...