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Poljen is obviously frustrated that their quarry has eluded them. "Bloody half-dragons! That's the second one I wish to kill." Then Poppo mentions the scroll and his eyes light up. "We could go? Now?" He looks at his companions, and reality sets in. He stifles the grimace that briefly appears. "No, you are right. We need to rest. Yes, our prey will also have the chance to rest. But we will still have one advantage. He will assume that if we don't come through right away, we are unable to. He and any friends he have by then probably will think we have given up for the moment. When the time comes, I go through first. For if there is trouble, I have the best chance of surviving all their attacks, yes? Yes. Good."

He makes sure that while they rest, Trammet gets some food as well.

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Cratol and others heading out to where Dralmorrer fell find that there's nothing there. Drag marks in the mud lead to the water. Either one of the swamp's many predators got to him, or he was alive after impact.

They manage to retrieve Oswald's body, and find a place to set it where the badly battered group can rest together.

The party finds that their reception among the lizardfolk is… mixed. Their assistance has earned the good will of several, but others want nothing to do with them, or worse, seem to want to finish killing all of the outsider invaders. Tensions are not particularly helped by only a small handful of the lizardfolk knowing a language that the group understands.

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Cowled in a long, black, hooded cloak, Lawrance crouches, peering between the trees at the focus of all his hard work - the ancient portal. Advising his bodyguards to keep back and quiet, he observes the motley group silently, eyes moving rapidly back and forth as he absorbs the sights. "Four arms? I wonder if someone only sliced that thing in half and it regenerated that way? Could I make a six-armed one? Four legs? Two heads? How would I Have to cut the beast to have that happen? What about odd numbers? Hm… "
Lithe and plain featured, his face shaded by the slightly steaming cloak, his brown hair and eyes settle his nondescript face into a unassuming man. Lost in a typical crowd of faces, his looks belie the immense magical power residing within. Typically leaning forward, as if anticipating the next interesting thing to come into view, his head and eyes are constantly moving to soak in whatever new things he can see and catalogue. Unhappy out in the woods, but willing to make many sacrifices to increase his knowledge of the Realms, he casually uses magic for mundane tasks, and to make himself more comfortable, such as the heating of his cloak.
As he sits, waiting and hoping for the gang of ruffians to find somewhere else to despoil, he sees the runic ring ignite and he sits straighter! "A new thing! The Illuskans? Why now? They actually WORK!" Calming himself once he realizes he is getting too excited, he crouches back and down and directs his hawk to focus closely on the newly energized artifact. Watching the half-dragon step through, bloody and obviously fleeing a lost battle, he ponders for a moment the timing of this arrival, just when he needs LESS activity.
Lawrance mutters softly to himself, seeing this new addition to the barriers in the way of his research. "And now a stupid hybrid has to show up? Don't these creatures have somewhere else to be, instead of in my way? Nothing for it now but to wait and hope they move their scaly, stinky, suppurated assets away from my artifact." Using a combination of both his hawk's superior eyesight and his own, less precise human eyes, he impatiently waits, gathering as much data as he can from the group below. Curious about the battle in which this obviously tough half-drag has escaped from, he ponders her need for a bolt-hole of such power. The mask she wears upon her face also attracts his attention, and he searches his memories while sketching in his notebook to see if he knows it's history from the copious tomes he's read in his travels.
He also prepares both a spell, and his hawk, thinking he may want to send the hawk to trail the half-drag a ways and she what she's about.

Out of Character: - Rolling Arcana to identify the mask.
Specific Action: Holding opportunity action by readying Lightning Bolt.

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"I'm fer for following her as quick as we can" Fay says. "We can no let the mask get away. Yes, we be depleted but I be sure we hurt her sorely too. Let's finish the job."

When he sees there is absolutely no support for this course of action he stalks off disgustedly with Cratol to search the dead and through the castle for other items.

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Having finished treating Velon, she pats his arm." Sorry for my clumsiness. I'm not used to using mundane methods any more to heal with. Also...." Her voice catches and she stands back up and addresses the group.

She studies them grimly." I want to pursue Rezmir with the teleportation scroll immediately. However, that is suicide in our current state. Not to mention how Ill advised it would be to use our scroll and be stuck Sune only knows where. We need to rest up and restore our strength. The danger is still here. I'll keep first watch. The rest of you get some sleep. Poppo, you need rest as well. Keep working on that plinth please but don't overtax yourself. Show others that have arcane abilities such as Fay and Zarra what you are doing so they can fill in while you get your rest. Lastly, let no one feel shame. Everyone did an incredible job. We are fortunate to be in the shape that we are. I'm not a tyrant. If anyone has a different opinion or idea please speak up." She frowns and looks at the floor.

She looks at the group again firmly. "I have a piece of very bad news as well. Most of you aren't aware of this. Oswald… fell in battle versus Rezmir. The acid breath felled him. He fought well and with honor. Oswald will be missed. May he rest with Lathander now." She walks away to be alone and stand watch at the edge of the group. Her smooth visage hides her pain. She feels an acute sense of failure and sadness for failing Oswald and failing in their mission.

Out of Character: : She will wait to go off by herself to give anyone a chance to voice their opinion etc.

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Feeling slightly better, Velon stands and finds that at least his head has stopped spinning and his balance is restored. He looks around at the group, glad so many are still with them but sad at the news of Oswald. He sees Lia and knows the burden of leadership must weigh heavier than ever at this moment. He walks over gingerly and stands next to her.

"Dearest Lia, I will leave you to your thoughts in a moment, but there is something I must say. I imagine you were impressed with Silas and might respect his words. He told me that I would fail, that I would falter. That people would die no matter what I did, even if I made all of the right choices, but that it would not make me unworthy of my place here. He told me that he too has failed many times. He did not expect perfection from us, Lia, but he did expect our best effort and our persistence. We only fail him if we give up the cause. This does not bring back Oswald, sadly, but may lend perspective on the status of our mission. High regard for your leadership may be the only thing everyone in this crazy party has in common, even in times like this. We would be nothing without you.
You would never take all of the credit when we succeed, and you certainly share very little blame when we stumble." Velon looks back at the room and the wall that knocked him cold. "Hell, I still haven't even learned to dodge yet. I will do better."

At his last word the paladin simply turns slowly and walks away, sitting back down against the wall to rest, take a drink, and chew on some dried meat and fruit.

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Lawrance has heard of several magical masks styled after Black Dragons. Some of them are more significant than others. There are a large number of enchanters who choose to model their work after such creatures. Unfortunately, from this distance, he cannot even be certain it isn't just an ordinary mundane mask, though that seems unlikely given the context.

While thinking back, he recalls that trolls commonly undergo physical mutations after injury due to their unique regenerative properties. This is often detrimental to the subject, but this particular individual seems to have benefited.

As he watches, the half dragon drinks down a potion brought to her by one of the men here, gathers up an escort, and starts walking downhill along a faint trail to the south. The troll remains behind, along with a half dozen men.

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Though she had kept quiet after the battle had ended, being relatively unscathed because of keeping her distance and using her hand crossbow, Zarra will consider the battered party. On hearing Lia and then Velon especially, the drow will ask in a firm tone, "What is the full purpose and far reaching effects of this mission, why are you all so willing to risk death? Even if the money is good, I fear in not understanding why you are all staying so determined to finished this… even considering suicide by rushing forward without rest?"

There will come a sign, as Zarra looks to the wood elf priestess treated as the leader of this party and says with a note of finally, "I have fought by your side, using my skills and placing myself into personal danger. Yet unless you trust me enough to explain the full nature of this mission and its purpose I have no real stakes in it. Why is the mask important, who are we fighting, why is it so important that you are willing to risk your life in moving forward?" The drow will consider the paladin, the others.

"I am no hero gallivanting around to save people, I prefer keeping to myself. Where I work to have enough coin to stay out of trouble, feed myself, and have a roof under my head. I'm a mercenary," Zarra will pause, gathering herself before admitting, "Though I seek acceptance, and trust from others, unless you tell me what is going on I see no reason to stick around. I won't consider getting myself killed senselessly, and yet instead of simply leaving I have stayed so you can explain what is at stake."

Out of Character: This was a long time coming, but wanted to wait until she had fought in a major battle and perhaps gained some more trust before pressing for full disclosure. She is Chaotic Neutral at the moment, and I feel it fair that she believes there needs to be a rational to risk her own life or place herself in so much danger. For the party to explain themselves and be straight with her.

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