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After discovering the satyr's skull hidden within the lightning-struck tree, the group finds itself back in Sundown as the dusk becomes night.
Sonadora pets Vida softly, worried about the effects of the curse.
Vida whimpers very softly.
Geyer leads Golem, bearing the sick wolf's form, to the door of Sinitilya's temple.
Geyer: I hope tha healer can tell ya what ta do 'bout yer wolf, Lady 'Dora.
Sonadora quietly says, "I hope so too."
As you look to the doors of the temple, you notice a sight you'd not seen before - there appears to be a chain across the door. It bars passage into Oghma's temple.
[w] -> Ranja: You have a key to these chains since you live in there. But you've never seen them actually used.
Sonadora stares forlornly.
Sonadora: What do we do?
Ranja blinks at the chains.
Geyer: Ranja, you've studied with Sintilya fer awhile...what's this chain mean?
Geyer: Did we piss her off when we asked about the manor or something?
Ranja frowns.
Ranja: I . . . do not know what it means.
Ranja: I suppose we could go in and find out, though.
Sonadora bangs on the doors.
Geyer: Seems ta me like she might not want ta be interrupted right now. Maybe Garrett can do some high holy magic on the hound instead?
Sonadora starts to cry.
Ranja: Since we're already here, we may as well ask Sintilya. She certainly wouldn't turn away poor Vida.
Geyer: Something tells me Sinitilya's herbs aren't gonna be enough for this.
Ranja: It couldn't hurt to ask, could it?
Geyer: Aye, guess not, lass.
Sonadora: She's not answering.
Ranja begins to rummage about in her pockets, muttering "Now where did I put them...."
Ranja produces a jumbled mass of keys after nearly a minute of fruitless searching, and spends another minute fumbling through them before selecting a slender gold one, which she slides into the lock and gives a sharp twist.
*clack!*
The lock opens, and the chains fall to the floor.
Sonadora darts inside.
Sonadora: Sintilya!
Sonadora: We need you!
Vida waits on Golem's back.
Sonadora: Hurry!
Ranja hurries after Sonadora.
Geyer waits outside with the horse and sick wolf...one hand on his sword in case the curse overtakes Vida completely before the healer is found.
No answer.
Sonadora frets.
Sonadora: She's not here!
Instead, as you walk in you notice a small bundle on top of the main altar. It has a note pinned to it.
Sonadora wails. "I can't read this!"
Ranja snatches the note from Sonadora, unable to resist the lure of written words, and reads it aloud to the Halfling.
Sintilya's Note: Dear friends, I'ma fraid I've had to take leave of the Temple for a while... I will return, but I cannot say for certain when that will be. I want to thank you for helping SUndown and for returning my pendant to me. I've left you a gift in exchange. Beare the gift though. It is linked to my family's mansion, and though it may help you in your exploration, it might also expose you to further danger. There was a lot I did not know about the house when I lived there, and a lot I found out only when it was too late. "The House of Foxblood" contains many secrets. I'm confident that with this note and pendant, you will find them. ~Sintilya Foxblood, Priestess of Oghma
Sonadora looks in the bundle.
Ranja peers over Sonadora's shoulder to see what lies within.
Ranja peers over Sonadora's head, rather.
Inside the bundle you see a jeweled pendant similar to the one you returned. This one has a bright blue stone instead.
Sonadora hands the pendent to Ranja and runs back outside.
Ranja blinks at Sonadora's sudden departure and slips outside after her.
Geyer: Not there I assume, lass?
Ranja appears slightly stunned.
Sonadora: She's not there! We have to find Garret!
Ranja: She's gone. For a while. She didn't say where.
Geyer: Alright then. That's a bit odd, but we'll try ta sort it out once we get this curse thing licked.
Geyer nudges Golem to start moving up the road towards the Sun Temple.
Sonadora runs ahead....though she's barely keeping up with the horse.
Ranja still sounds dazed as she holds up the pendant and says, "She left this. Said it might expose us to more danger, but it might help us too.
Geyer: Any idea what it is?
Ranja shakes her head.
Geyer: Well, just hang on ta it fer now. She's your master, so it belongs ta you by rights, I wager.
Geyer: Maybe you can find something in one of those books you found that might explain it.
Ranja nods.
You reach Garret's Temple, and find the light on through a window. You see Garret looking out at you with a hopeful look.
Sonadora runs up and bangs on the doors.
The door opens, and Garret welcomes you in.
Geyer reins Golem in and steps back out of the halfling's way.
Garret: Welcome back! I hope you solved the riddle?
Garret furrows his brow.
Sonadora: Vida's sick! Can you fix him?
Garret: Sick?
Garret: With what?
Sonadora pulls on Garret's arm.
Sonadora: He's growing horns!
Garret gasps.
Garret: Not the same curse?
Sonadora nods and keeps pulling.
Garret eyes widen with fear as he looks over to Vida's still form.
Garret: How long has he been ill? Is he... himself?
Sonadora: Only a little bit. Help him!
Garret: I'm afraid I don't believe I can...
Sonadora sobs. "What can I do?"
Garret looks at the group with clear concern.
Garret sighs loudly.
Garret: I have... well...
Garret: You all hope to help Sonadora's companion?
Geyer: We found the body of the satyr's son locked in that tree. Shrubs came ta life and attacked us, and then his skull turned inta some damn monster.
Garret: Hm... that was... unexpected.
Garret: Though I suppose it makes sense that the tree would be guarded somehow.
Geyer: After that, we noticed the wolf was sick. I thought the curse was supposed to be broken or something now?
Geyer: I mean, we found the son.
Garret: I believe that to be true... the Oracle of the Eclipse said this would undue the curse.
Sonadora: So...Vida will be alright?
Garret frowns.
Garret: I do not know.
Garret: Whether everything that was previously afflicted is cured... well, I'm not sure if that's how it'll work.
Geyer: Well, Sintilya took off fer parts unknown, so in terms of fixin' this, you're it, sir.
Sonadora: Maybe...maybe the goddess Sheeyla can help him
Sonadora: I'll need to go into the woods though.
Garret: She did what?
Geyer: I wasn't there. Ranja can tell ya more.
Geyer: And what's a Shee-La, 'Dora?
Garret: I'm afraid without her, we don't have a good source of knowledge. She knows a lot more than I in regard to diseases.
Sonadora: My goddess. She guides me.
Garret: Ah...
Geyer: Maybe the curse is still active because the son's spirit isn't at rest. I dunno how goat-men bury their dead, but seems ta me gettin' stuffed in a tree isn't right for any folk.
You hear a knock on the door and see a plain-looking man with a friendly, unassuming smile standing outside and using his walking stick to knock.
Adrian: Excuse me, did I overhear folks talking about this curse?
Ranja glances up at the newcomer.
Garret: And you are... ?
Adrian: Good day - I'm here to speak with a fellow named Garrett, but I couldn't help but overhear talk about the curse.
Sonadora: Can you cure it?
Adrian: Terribly impolite of me - I'm Adrian, from the Hunter's Camp
Adrian: Envoy, you know.
Adrian smiles and nods at everyone.
Geyer: Ah, so the Pack finally sent someone. Well met, sir, and welcome ta Sundown.
Adrian: I don't mean to eavesdrop or butt in . . .
Sonadora tries to smile but ends up looking constipated.
Adrian smiles and raises his walking stick in greetings.
Adrian: But you all looking for a cure for the curse?
Sonadora nods rapidly.
Adrian: I ask only because there's a fair powerful fey who might be something of a help there.
Sonadora frowns.
Sonadora: A fey?
Adrian grins and nods.
Adrian: Faerie, feyfolk, brownie, something like that.
Garret shakes his head.
Garret: Speaking to her would... not be a good idea, I believe.
Adrian: I've not met her myself, but I've heard she's got a fair bit of power, and might know a thing or two about this curse. Nasty business, that is.
(Nature) Various fey are rumored to live in the wild areas of the land. Stories abound regaring their mischief, occasional generosity, and mercurial natures.
Sonadora: Maybe....maybe she's a nice fey.
Sonadora: Where is she?
Adrian furrows his brow for a moment, thinking.
Adrian's eyes light up as he slips his walking stick into a leather thong on his belt.
Adrian: Nearby glade, I think. In a pool of water, or a lake, or a pond, or some such.
Garret: I don't think you all heard me... I don't believe meeting with her would be a good idea...
Garret glances down at Sonadora.
Geyer: Why so, sir?
Garret: I'm sorry, Dora. Down that avenue lies... well...
Sonadora: I have to help Vida.
Sonadora she looks seriously at Garret.
Garret: I've never spoken to her. She allied with my mother once, and it did not end well for either of them.
Garret: She holds serious resentment towards my family.
Garret sighs again.
Adrian frowns at Garret.
Garret glances at Geyer and Adrian.
Adrian: Sorry - I don't know this fey, so I didn't expect to bring up a sort point.
Adrian: I've just heard stories, is all . . .
Sonadora: Can you take me to her?
Adrian: I could take you to her, I'm fair sure.
Adrian: Though I wouldn't want to be leading folks towards someone they don't care to meet. Wouldn't be very kind of me, you know.
Sonadora glances at Garret. "Can ... you help me take Vida?"
Sonadora: I can carry him, but I'll be slow.
Geyer: Well, then, you'll be taking all of us. 'Dora, ye've got that look in yer eye that says ya won't be dissuaded. But wanderin' off into the forest alone with a stranger ta meet with gods-knows-what...
Geyer: Well, I'll feel better if ye have backup.
Ranja nods in agreement with Geyer.
Garret: You'd mentioned the funeral rites for satyr, too... if you insist on going, perhaps she can aid you with that as well.
Sonadora hugs Garret's leg and then Ranja's leg.
Geyer: Aye. Dead folks deserve peace, half-goat or no.
Adrian: Help would be appreciated - I wouldn't want to take anyone into trouble without all the help they could get.
Adrian smiles.
Adrian: Though I'd be much obliged to hear all your names. A bit strange to travel with folks I haven't been introduced to, no?
Adrian chuckles.
Sonadora bows. "I am Sonadora."
Adrian nods towards Vida.
Adrian: And this is Vida you spoke of?
Sonadora nods and pets her friend.
Geyer: Well, if we're bein' all formal - I am called Geyer - Squire of the Coin and Marshal of Sundown.
Arphaxad: I'm Arphaxad. Recently arrived to the area, and a mage.
Ranja: And I'm Ranja. Pleasure to meet you.
Adrian smiles and tugs his forelock.
Garret: I'm Garret, of course.
Adrian: Always nice to meet new folks. Been awhile since I had new friends to walk with.
Garret: I believe you came to see me. But this should take precedence.
Adrian smiles.
Adrian: Of course - I'm sure this won't be much trouble at all.
Sonadora smiles weakly.
Adrian: Anything to lend a helping hand, what?
Garret shakes his head helplessly.
Adrian: Well, is there pressing business here, or should we be on our way?
Sonadora nods. "Please lead the way."
Adrian pulls the walking stick from his belt, tapping it against the ground in a simple tattoo.
Adrian: If'll you walk with me, then . . .
Geyer: (To Garret) Don't worry, sir, we'll come back alright from this.
Adrian smiles at Garrett, and raise the walking stick in goodbye.
Garret: I hope so... good luck.
Adrian leads the group through the forest under a blanket of cold fog.
Ranja trips over a tree root in the dark.
Adrian ambles along, prodding various plants, overturning small rocks, and humming tunelessly to himself.
You hear the hooting of owls.
Geyer picks his way along the trail Adrian points out, leading Golem along slowly.
Sonadora moves confidently along behind Adrian.
Geyer is careful not to let 'Dora see the dagger in his hand behind the saddle, one eye always on Vida's prone form....just in case.
Ranja: Skill [Perception] [1d20+5 = 11]
Adrian: Skill [Perception] [1d20+8 = 27]
Sonadora: Skill [Perception] [1d20 = 13]
Geyer: Skill [Perception] [1d20+2 = 12]
You hear the sound of rushing water, and feel you're closing in on the clearing.
Adrian slows up, tapping his walking stick on the ground.
Adrian: I think we're close, folks
Ranja glances around.
As you approach, you spot someone else in the clearing.
Sonadora enters the clearing slowly.
The clearing is surrounded by large oak trees that continue to bear leaves even this far into winter. Between you and the springs is a stone monument, a faerie ring built in the past to honor the fey.
Adrian smiles to himself, muttering "Knew I could find it."
Vida whimpers softly as Sonadora enters the clearing.
Geyer holds onto Golem's reins as the cowardly horse snickers in discomfort.
Leylasseus watches the newcomers from the shadows.
Leylasseus: Skill [Stealth] [1d20+10 = 17]
Adrian blinks.
Adrian: I think we've got yet another friend hereabouts.
Leylasseus steps out slowly.
Adrian smiles.
Leylasseus: Impressive.
Leylasseus bows low.
Adrian: Why good evening to you.
Adrian smiles.
Leylasseus smirks.
Sonadora walks around the clearing searching.
Adrian: Are you here to meet the fey as well?
Leylasseus nods.
Leylasseus: Business.
Leylasseus searches the darkness.
Adrian: I'm helping these kind folks find this fey to help with the curse on this poor wolf.
Leylasseus: Skill [Perception] [1d20+7 = 10]
Sonadora summons a light at the end of her staff.
Sonadora: There's nothing here...
Ranja: Skill [Perception] [1d20+5 = 22]
Leylasseus nods.
Adrian: Shall I help you search? What are you looking for?
Leylasseus: The fey is late.
Adrian taps his walking stick against his boot.
Sonadora walks over to the ring of stones and looks around them.
Geyer mutters to himself. "Bane's blood - sneaky Eladrin, water fairies, cursed wolves. Whatta night."
Leylasseus stares at Geyer.
Geyer sheathes his dagger, and hefts the whimpering Vida into his arms.
Adrian: I suppose we're waiting for this fey then, no?
Sonadora glances at Geyer.
Leylasseus: Perhaps we need a sacrifice.
Sonadora: Careful with him!
Sonadora gawks at Leylasseus!
Geyer: 'Dora - where should I put him?
Sonadora: What? No!
Adrian slips his walking stick into it's leather thong, pulls a dagger from his belt, and begins casting about for a stick.
Sonadora: I... don't know. Maybe here?
Leylasseus shrugs.
Leylasseus: Was just a suggestion.
Sonadora taps her staff at the center of the ring of stones.
Geyer: Aye.
Geyer carries the wolf over and gently lays it in the middle of the fairy ring.
Sonadora: I just want her to help Vida... not kill him...
Sonadora kneels by Vida's side.
Leylasseus stares at Sonadora.
Adrian finds a stick, then crouches down and begins whittling the stick, whiling away the time.
Leylasseus: I was refering to the horse.
You hear a giggle from somewhere in the clearing.
Ranja starts at the unexpected noise.
A voice: Oh my... this *is* delightful!
Adrian glances up, still paring the stick down.
Geyer: If ye want ta sacrifice my horse, yer welcome ta the useless beast. But you'll have ta recompense my debt for him in full first.
Adrian smiles, standing up and sheating his dagger in a smooth motion.
A voice: So... many... visitors!
Leylasseus pulls out a dagger and fiddles with it, doing an impressive display of skill.
A voice: And with so many pointy metal things, too.
Adrian smiles at Leyallasseus, watching her fiddle with her dagger.
A voice: Jagged, pointed, sharp, dangerous.
Geyer looks around for the new voice.
Leylasseus rolls her eyes (not that anyone can tell) and hides the dagger in her sleeve.
You see a glittering form just barely visible over the waters of the pool.
Adrian: I doubt any of us mean any harm.
Leylasseus remains silent
A voice: Intent to harm does not mean much to me.
A voice: No no.
Adrian smiles.
A voice: What did you want with this "water faerie?"
A voice: Hmm?
A voice: A cure perhaps?
The shimmering form floats out over the Faerie Ring.
Adrian nods towards Sonadora and Leylasseus.
Sonadora nods with tears in her eyes.
Leylasseus: My business is not urgent.
A voice: I could save this wolf from the curse, it's true. But why?
The form materializes into an elegantly dressed female with short-cropped silver hair, and white pupilless eyes.
The silver-haired fey: Ah, and one like me! I think I know you, girl.
The silver-haired fey rises above the glade and looks down at Leylasseus.
The silver-haired fey: So, what about the rest of you?
Leylasseus nods to the fey.
Adrian glances at Sonadora, urging her to speak up.
Sonadora looks at Adrian.
Sonadora: I just want... a cure for Vida?
The silver-haired fey: Yes, I can do that... for a price.
The silver-haired fey: But what of the rest of you?
The silver-haired fey: Surely you're not just here for this beast?
Adrian smiles and nods.
Leylasseus: I am hear to repay my debt.
Adrian: I'm just here to make sure they got here safely.
Geyer: We also seek to return the remains of a satyr we discovered to his father for proper rest.
The silver-haired fey: Ohh, yes. He came by here, too.
The silver-haired fey: I didn't care for him. The brute.
Geyer: Well, on that point, we agree, Lady.
The silver-haired fey glances at Adrian.
The silver-haired fey: And you, the guide. Interesting, interesting. But did you know where you were taking them?
The silver-haired fey: Or just the way there?
The silver-haired fey flies towards Ranja.
Ranja jumps back a step.
The silver-haired fey: Quiet, and I sense the presence of a god around this one...
The silver-haired fey: Let's see, let's see...
Ranja doesn't reply, but her hand flies to the holy symbol hanging around her neck.
The silver-haired fey points towards Arphaxad and beckons for him to come towards her.
Strangely, he listens, and she leads him towards the pool.
Leylasseus: Eleha, the wolf seems to be getting worse....
The silver-haired fey: Yes. And you all are so... still.
The silver-haired fey: At least the wolf is going somewhere.
The silver-haired fey: Let's change that.
Leylasseus frowns.
You hear something rush overhead.
Geyer looks up, scanning for trouble.
Leylasseus pulls out her daggers discretely.
Ranja glances around, her hand falling to the hilt of her sword.
Adrian glances around curiously. Absent-mindedly, he pulls a dagger from his belt.
Adrian: Skill [Perception] [1d20+8 = 27]
Geyer: Skill [Perception] [1d20+2 = 16]
Leylasseus: Skill [Perception] [1d20+7 = 14]
You see something dark against the sky.
It stops and hovers over the pool.
The silver-haired fey: A good, he came, just as I'd hoped!
The silver-haired fey looks down at Arphaxad, who is standing perfectly still, and smiles.
The silver-haired fey: I do so love it when they listen.
The silver-haired fey flies to the faerie circle and suddenly summons a shield of ice around the stones, blocking Sonadora and Vida inside with her!
Ranja: Sonadora!
Leylasseus: Perhaps the...gentleman...would prefer if he were not a pet.
Adrian blinks.
The silver-haired fey: Entertain me, mortals! Let me have some fun!
The silver-haired fey laughs with crystal clarity from within the faerie ring.
Geyer: Well, Lady, I'll have you know I'm no stranger ta fighting for the entertainment of nobles. If it's a show ya want, then a show you shall have!
The form lowers itself closer to the pool of water, and you can now make out a monstrous, green lizard with a jagged frill around its neck, and a sharp horn on its nose!
Geyer draws his sword and swings his shield into place.
Adrian: Huh.
Adrian: Skill [Nature] [1d20+8 = 27]
Geyer: Initiative [1d20+3 = 13]
Leylasseus: Initiative [1d20+5 = 10]
Ranja: Initiative [1d20+2 = 17]
Adrian: Initiative [1d20+6 = 10]
(Nature) Green dragon, wiliest of the dragons, if not the most powerful. Their poison attacks are strong, and the older ones can control the minds of their enemies. This appears to be a young example of the species. You hope.
Green dragon says something in a language you cannot understand.
Leylasseus frowns.
Leylasseus: What did it say?
Leylasseus frowns at the Dragon but does nothing.
Leylasseus: I will not play this game, aunt.
Ranja hurries after Geyer.
Geyer: In case yer new ta this sort of thing - gladiators that refuse ta fight just get eaten. Better ta die with a blade in hand, lass!
Green dragon releases a loud roar and flies towards Geyer!
As it passes over him, it snaps down with its jaws, attempting to catch him in its teeth!
Green dragon: [1d20+10 = 23]
Green dragon: [1d8+5 = 9]
Green dragon catches Geyer in its jaws and crunches down hard! (9 damage!)
Leylasseus turned to the fey. "Stop this."
Leylasseus: This mischief does nothing.
Leylasseus: Skill [Diplomacy] [1d20+4 = 23]
GM: Geyer - you feel poison seep into your blood - 5 damage per round, make a save at the end of each of your turns.
Adrian marks the dragon as his quarry.
Adrian pulls a second dagger from his belt.
The silver-haired fey: Ah! Niece, you just don't get it do you. Neither did your parents I'm afraid!
The silver-haired fey: This is fun for me, and that's all that matters!
Leylasseus scowls (though to the others it looks like a barely discernable frown).
Leylasseus stows her daggers and pulls out her crossbow.
Geyer: C'mon ya scaly green bastard! I'm gonna tear your wings off and eat yer heart for breakfast!
Geyer: Skill [Intimidate] [1d20+8 = 11]
The green dragon bellows and roars!
Geyer: Saving Throw, Poison [1d20 = 9]
Ranja closes her eyes and concentrates, then peeks out from behind the nearest stone and casts Sacred Flame.Ranja: [1d20+4 = 12]
A bolt of radiant flame bursts before hitting the dragon!
The green dragon: [1d6 = 6]
Ranja doesn't wait to see whether her spell hits before turning and darting away.
The green dragon swoops down at Adrian and Leylasseus, lunging at Leyla midflight!
Adrian: Dagger, Melee (vs AC) [1d20+8 = 27]
Adrian: Dagger, Melee (Damage) [1d4+4 = 6]
Adrian: Hunter's Quarry [1d8 = 8]
The green dragon: [1d20+10 = 28]
The green dragon: [1d8+5 = 8]
Though Adrian manages to slice the green dragon as it passes, it manages to nearly lifts Leyla up by the shoulder in its jaws! (8 damage!)
Leylasseus: Attack it!
Leylasseus grabs its...ear?
Adrian: Dagger, Thrown (vs AC) [1d20+7 = 22]
Adrian: Dagger, Thrown (Damage) [1d4 = 1]
Leylasseus shots the crossbow into the dragon's eye.
The green dragon coasts to the side as a dagger pierces the membrane on its wing!
Leylasseus: Sly Flourish (vs AC) [1d20+7 = 24]
[w] Adrian: Then mind if I flourish a dagger out as part of my last attack? Or is it too late?
[w] Adrian: Actually, I'll hold off for now, nevermind
Leylasseus: Hand Crossbow (Damage) (Charisma check +3, Dexterity check +4) [1d6+9 = 11]
Unfazed by the bite to her shoulder, Leyla rolls alongside the dragon and shoots a crossbow bolt into its flesh!
The green dragon: [1d6 = 2]
Geyer: Hey - Scaly! I heard yer mother was a skink! Or was that a skank?
Geyer: Skill [Bluff] [1d20+3 = 17]
The green dragon snakes his head around to glare at Geyer midflight!
The green dragon: [1d20+15 = 20]
Ranja
The green dragon says something vile in a language you can't quite catch.
Geyer: Saving Throw, Poison [1d20 = 9]
Leylasseus: Saving Throw, Poison [1d20 = 4]
Ranja creeps over to Geyer and closes her eyes, chanting beneath her breath as she attempts to heal his wounds and rid him of the poison.
Ranja: Skill [Heal] [1d20+10 = 16]
Geyer: Saving Throw, Poison [1d20 = 5]
The green dragon lands with a frenzied beating of its wings! This should be better, you think!
Until you see it take a deep intake of air...
The green dragon: [1d20+8 = 10]
The green dragon: [1d20+8 = 11]
Leylasseus blinks and tries to doge behind the fey!
The green dragon releases a spray of poison gas, but Adrian and Leyla close their eyes and hold their breath!
The poison mist dissipates!
Adrian smiles, flicking his wrist to drop another dagger into his waiting hand.
Adrian: Power [Twin Strike] ->
Adrian: Dagger, Melee (vs AC) [1d20+8 = 21]
Adrian: Dagger, Melee (vs AC) [1d20+8 = 23]
Adrian: Dagger, Melee (Damage) [1d4+4 = 7]
Adrian: Dagger, Melee (Damage) [1d4+4 = 5]
Adrian: Hunter's Quarry [1d8 = 1]
The daggers puncture the dragons face, but can't quite go in deep enough to draw blood! (13 damage!)
Adrian shifts away slightly.
The poison in Leyla's blood tastes like burning!
Leylasseus reloads her crossbow and uses trickster's blade, groaning with the pain.
Leylasseus: [1d20+6 = 17]
The green dragon turns its head to deflect the bolt on the frill around its neck!
Leylasseus: Saving Throw, Poison [1d20 = 17]
You fight off the lingering effects of the poison!
Geyer looks suddenly, noticeably, green and fevered from the poison's effects. (Bloodied)
Geyer: Ugh...well, fortune favors the bold! Avandra, give me luck!
Geyer runs headlong at the dragon, shouting madly in a fevered rage!
Geyer: Longsword +1 (vs AC) +8 [1d20+9 = 18]
Despite the aggressive tactic, Geyer's attack is stalled by a sudden lash of the dragon's tail!
Geyer's sword slices nothing but air in his poisony hallucinatory state.
Geyer: Saving Throw, Poison [1d20 = 3]
Ranja runs over to where the others are after finding herself suddenly alone.
Ranja chants quickly, casting Healing Word at Geyer.
Geyer: Healing Word [1d6+4= 8]
Geyer looks much better. The green fever seems to fade.
END SESSION