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OOC: After his last turn, Yimayngurr was about 5 squares north and one square west, standing next to a craftsman from the bridge that he moved forward 5 squares.

Gonna go ahead and switch to grey text for the time being. I've edited the post upthread.

Baddies' Initiative (1d20+6=16) PCs are up for another round! Mini-Update The connection to the sky here in the bowels of the mountain is indeed weak, and Alnar's attack seems to suffer because of it. The tendril easily evades the falling fragment of light. Meanwhile, Jezebel's whip...

Mini Update Cyr's lightning streaks out, causing the inanimate bones to flail around on the ground as they are jolted with electricity, and searing one of the tendrils out of existence. Tracking PCs: Alnar - 31/31 HP Cyr - 24/26 HP Ferris - 29/29 HP Jezebel - 30/37 HP Sir Exsixten - 33/33...

As far as you can tell, although the tendrils clearly have a connection to Herebos (the Shadowfell) they are not undead. Rebuke undead would likely not work.

Mini Update Ferris calls on Dayna's ire, piercing one of the tendrils with holy light and causing it to dissolve. Sir Exsixten charges headlong into the fray, swinging his war axe at another tendril, but the weapon passes through harmlessly, leaving the writhing shadows intact. Tracking PCs...

They do not appear to be animated, beyond the final spasms of one of the flesh-covered skeletons.

The premise that expressive works (of art, music, literature, or any other type) have an inherent meaning, or are unambiguous conduits of the "intent" of their creator/performer, is at best highly contested, and regarded by many in the humanities as fallacious. Meaning is dependent on...

Rounding the corner through the northern archway, following Sir Exsixten's lead, the party is assailed by a near-overpowering stench. The flickering light of a single torch some 40 feet away, reveals a long, wide corridor, lined with stacks of Eladrin skulls neatly arranged from floor to ceiling...

Just checking to see if everyone is still here, and how you'd like to proceed. Does everyone want to follow Sir Exsixten into the northern corridor? If so, charge in, or proceed cautiously? If not, any other ideas?

"Keep up the pace friends!," Crush implores, "We won't catch the teleporting scoundrels without a firm resolve." The warforged races ahead, setting a swift but steady pace, as he careens along the streets in the wake of team Horn's Apex. Endurance (1d20+10=28)

"Oh, well... that's alright dearie," says Auntie Mab looking somewhat deflated for a moment and eying the gold coin enviously as Kasha flips it into the air. "It's a hard living for a poor old fortune teller." The old woman then brightens at Kasha's offer of a conciliatory drink, favoring the...

"That's right chumps!," shouts Crush, bolstering Vok's threat. "You can't hope to outrace The Five Winds... take this!" The warforged feints as though to throw his handaxe at the dragonmarked leader of team Oriens, and so convincing is the promise of violence in his eyes that the human flinches...

"Oh my, no dearie! You see, I'm a fey-touched seer. I can see clear into the future and beyond! I was granted my power by a great Eladrin lord, you know. Luran is his name, and he is ever so dashing and handsome. He's a friend of mine dearie, a very special friend if you catch my meaning,"...

The party pauses for a moment to tend their wounds, listening and waiting for the shuffling sounds to draw nearer... but they don't. The shuffling and scraping emanating from the northern archway does intensify briefly however, and at one point the sounds are punctuated by a couple of...

Ferris is likely correct in saying that this is not a shifter tomb. Many ruins built by the historic Eladrin empire of Kythira dot the borders of the Shadowrift, and judging by the clearly Eladrin bones lining the walls, this is likely one of them. The Eladrin civilization on the island was...

Seeing the ravens draw steadily closer and the fell beast return, Yimayngurr curses under his breath, "Bloomin persistent predators. Take this... Dbbbrrr!" He launches his magical longspear at the swarm of ravens, skewering several and slowing their advance. Meanwhile the half-orc dances away...