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Keenly aware that every step brings her closer to danger, Auntie Mab is ready with her blade in hand before the arcane fiend has finished speaking. Initiative (1d20+6=26)

"Blast!," Siv curses as Kamotz goes down once again. Quickly weighing his options, the calculating gnome decides that he (as well as the rest of the party) has a better chance of survival if the dragon's fury remains focused on the shifter. Disregarding the danger, he dashes to Kamotz's side...

"Ha! Will you look at this Tavishny?," Crush gestures off the bow of the ship, nudging Ryk in the ribs, "I've never been out to sea before. Marvelous. Simply marvelous!" "Sir! Permission to stand watch in the crows nest?," the warforged barks, startling the weary first mate at the helm. When...

Daunted by the infested temple, but determined to bring this to a conclusion, and hopefully bring back some coin to pay for her nephew's treatments, Auntie Mab presses forward. But goes stock still as soon as she sets foot through the entryway to the temple. "Hold on a moment dearies!," she...

"Sir! Crush reporting for duty, sir!," the warforged booms, snapping off a Cyran salute to Lord Rhogar as he boards the vessel.

"That's right dearies. Not only is ours the path of right... it has been FORETOLD!," Auntie Mab intones with much mysterious finger waggling. "The stars augur great portents of change for your people, and we have been ordained as the harbingers! Look, you can read it in the bones," she says...

"Better do something about that crazed shifter, or the dragon's going to come after me in earnest," Siv mutters as he vigorously shakes another small red vial. Then hurling it through the air, he calls our, "Breathe deep beast man!," and the vial shatters, releasing a puff of red vapors that...

Gonna wait on Kamotz's actions before taking my turn. Just as a reminder, if you have magic items with daily powers, using one can get you 7 THP from Siv's Arcane Rejuvenation class feature. And, since we'll reach a milestone with this encounter Siv can potentially recharge 2 item powers.

"Oh my dearies, we don't want to wade through that bog! Heaven knows it's probably full of leeches, mosquitoes, and all manner of bitey nasties. Now, just wait a moment, Auntie knows a great trick for rooftop breaking and enter-... er, that is, a good trick for moving about in the treetops. Yes...

"Excellent, well that settles it. We set sail tomorrow morning," Crush declares, satisfied with the herald's answers. Seconding Riaan's sentiments the warforged says, "Yes, we should secure lodging for those who need sleep. We'll want to be at the top of our form when we meet Lord Rhogar tomorrow."

Siveris moves to form a firing squad with Alnar, but his shot barely nicks the dragon. Free = Assassin's Shroud on dragon Move = to H5 Standard = :ranged:Magic Weapon vs. Dragon invoking shrouds = miss, shroud deals 5 damage Siveris Smythe - Level 4 Gnome Artificer (assassin) Conditions...

Shaking off his momentary trepidation, Tristram rises to the task of closing the portal. Rearing back on his hindquarters and raising his forepaws he quickly turns in a circle and squeaks an imitation of part of the chant he heard Mab whisper. Even spoken by a rat, the fey incantation proves...

"Ah, protecting helpless civilian miners from an unknown threat. A fine use for my talents if there ever was one!," Crush answers in pleased tones, his eyes flashing briefly from blue to white. Clearly the warforged has little experience with orcs. "You say you've lost an engineer though? Do you...

Crush marches in behind Varis. "Good. A private place to talk. So, come now. Let's have out with it. What is the target of our mission to the Shadow Marches?," the warforged queries the herald again, determined to get an answer. Subscribed!

Crush falls into lockstep with Ryk and Spring, exiting into the back room.

Not sure exactly how to help his mistress dispel the small portal, Tristram sits pondering the situation for a moment, staring into the rift with trepidation. Meanwhile, Auntie Mab jeers at the spinetail. "No time to play now dearie, toodaloo! Have fun with the frog!," she calls out before...

"Aye, Darksun. Be well, and may we meet again in our travels!," Crush says coming to attention and snapping off a crisp Cyran military salute to the dark elf, before turning back to the business at hand. Briefly eying the documents he's been given, the warforged muses, "A commission, eh? Well...

"That's right wyrm! We're well-armed and dangerous. Take this!... Curses! Well, we're armed anyway!," the young gnome declaims as he fires and misses. Move = to H2 Free = Assassin's Shroud on dragon Standard = :ranged:Halo of Thorns vs. dragon = miss Siveris Smythe - Level 4 Gnome Artificer...

Renewing her focus, Mab intones the final words of the sing-song fey chant: Fey, fye, fum, fo; Abyssal winds now cease to blow! As Mab finishes the chant, the Hand of Salzacas completes its counter oscillations, and suddenly lances forward, skewering the rend in space with its clawed index...

"Greetings!," a light-framed warforged booms as he strides into the tavern and moves to join the gathering throng around the herald and the half-orc. "I am Crush, freelance tactician and solider for the common good," he declares for the benefit of those he does not recognize. Then spotting some...