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Sylvar watches Tam with disgust as he disemboweles the creature. He figures it must be done, he's glad it's not him doing it. When Tam emerges with the dagger it doesn't immediately catch his interest, but the glowing runes pull at his memory. He walks over to Tam, ignoring the stench. "Tam...

Sylvar falls to his knees as he waits for the nausea to wear off. He shakes his head in an attempt to clear his vision. As he recovers his faculties he stands on shaky legs still regaining their strength. "Well, let's not do that again."

Seeing Dewydd traverse the hallway with no danger, Sylvar follows after him to offer any assistance he can.

Things slow down for Sylvar, he sees his friends splayed on the deck of the boat, Thallok swinging mightily at the serpent...the strangely beautiful but deadly, inky darkness that threatens to melt them alive, reflecting light like a million stars. Sylvar casts Greater Heroism on Kleborn.

Noticing the cracks in the globe, and also noticing the glowing "eyes" Sylvar decides to shoot the globe until it breaks, then fire on the rubies in the snakes head." attack rolls: 35,25,20. Damage rolls:7,8,7

Sylvar follows onto the boat and begins to hum a sea shanty.

As Tam goes looking for traps Sylvar redirects the dancing light to follow him to provide illumination. Sylvar trails within range of the lights to direct them at whatever Tam appears to be inspecting closely. He is careful not to let them touch the walls.

Sylvar will have the lights immediately above the person leading the party into the hallway. They will spread out to ten feet in front of them. ( Max possible range according to PHB)

Sylvar begins to sing. Shadows fade away Not long for to stay When the will-o'-the-wisps Come a calling Darkness turns to light When the air is alight When the will-o'-the-wisps Come a calling Sylvar conjures Dancing Lights making them the shapes of Will-o'-the-wisps. He commands them to...

Sylvar positions himself so he can see into the door way, but stands ready to support any retreat should there be the need. His Mystic Bow is read.

With resolve reserved only for the undead, Sylvar raises the bow bestowed upon him by his deity, and summons mystical arrows from the ether. In swift succession he lets them fly at the Sphinx in front of Respen... (Sylvar thinks to himself) "I suppose I'll shoot the Sphinx in front of Respen...

Sylvar, gives Respen a wink and a smile and casts grease onto grid K19... "Light 'em up, brother", he says with a glint of excitement in his eye.

Sylvar will cast grease on the hallway floor directly underneath mummies 1,2,4 and 5. Effectively turning the hallway into a flammable slip-n-slide.

Sylvar uses Shadow Conjuration to conjure an unseen servant. He commands the servant to open the doors the mummies are behind.

Sylvar unstrings his spare bow and uses it as a handle to make use of his zipline. He hold the bow close to the middle to minimize the risk of damage to the limbs. When he reaches the bottom of the pit he summons his Mystic Bow. He also walks to the middle of the pit, about 40ft from the door...

Sylvar looks at the pit, "well that's new isn't it?" He summons his bow and fires a grappling arrow to one corner of the pit at such an angle that the party can use it as a zipline. He attaches the other end of the rope to the nearest strong looking point of attachment.

While the others turn the columns Sylvar quietly sings a song to pass the time. A tawdry tale about a milkmaid and a highwayman. He skips over the raciest bits since Ebony is around.

Sylvar steps close enough to the murals to study them but not touch them for anything he recognizes...he reaches back in his memory for anything he had heard about the Sphinx or the Sphinx Queen Ankharet. He does not move beyond the range of the area already checked for traps.

Sylvar walks over to Respen and punches him in the face... "IF YOU EVER RUN OFF AND GET YOURSELF KILLED AGAIN, I'LL KILL YOU MYSELF!!! I AM NOT A GENERAL, BUT EVEN I KNOW A COORDINATED ATTACK IS BETTER THAN RUNNING IN ONE AT A TIME." Sylvar gives Respen a hard stare, then a smile...then offers...

Sylvar recoils in pain as the wave of damaging magic takes its toll. As Sylvar recovers his breath and his mind clears, thoughts of running away to save himself run through it...but then what? More roaming the country side making ends meet by telling tales? --I couldn't go back to Abigail, and...