Upon the Sylvanesti Ship, Maple has been sent to scout! And finds swirling air... and initiative is rolled. an air elemental doens't knwo what triggered it, as Maple is invisible, so it does an aoe attack, which flings Maple far away, and knock them prone... and unconscious. Everyone knowns Maple has been hit. Nimako sees the sprite get hit back.
Levin knows that air elementals are typiclaly used as guards on elven ships! Kay, since it is a guard of sorts, wants to announce their presence peacefully! with a battlehorn!
Nimako mistysteps over to ask what the HELL happened? and finds otu a BATTLE HORN was the answer for the peaceful announcement? So she calls up just like "hey were' just checking everyone is ok!" and well. the elementals don't like that. so they attack anyways.
Everyone starts attacking. Nimako has the idea of 'well they don't like this wellness check, so let's just go!" and goes to do so. it strikes her anyways, so mid departure, she turns around, annoyed as hell, and points her staff. She was expecting a starry wisp, in it's vibrant orange, but instead a crackling blast of bright teal shoots forth, aiding in the last bit of the elementals destruction. She continues on her way, however- her point made. they should just leave.
Of course, Levin approves the morals of the choice... but hops on the boat to tank the other one instead. Nimako watching them Fight, but with no clear view of it, calls out "We tried to do the right thing and come in peace, this is on YOU!" and hurt it psychically. Levin more impressively hurts it physically.
Battle over, Levin explains that air elementals are often used as guards by Elves. Erei asks in 'concern' "Levin, did you get the wind knocked out of you?" Levin is laughing. If he hadn't before, he has now!
Levin climbs to the crowsnest in teh middle of the ship, looks over and... there's a person in the other mast! He tries to toss them an apple, but well, it just hits her head and she looses the apple... both are upset it went this way.
"Are you aware you're trespassing?"
"Yeah? I'm just trying to keep the kids safe..."
"No worries I'm Trespassing as well."
Levin looks to the stairs Erei and Kay went down, uncertain. yay...
They find a book about Elven nobles, with some notes in the margins.
Most noble houses do much to keep themselves very hidden - although some are more secretive than others. Most of the information was compiled with the help of the merchant families of Vanvathar, Dead Yelyone Dead! and Haloraari, Escaped which the authors thank for their contributions. […] these guys r probably dead too tbh
House Mystic (annoying bunch of airheads) is one of major houses of the Silvanesti elves, the backbone of their spellcasters, the prime example of stubborness, and the fourth oldest house. It is WAS based in Silvanost, is made up of elves belonging to the Order of the White Robes, their family having a tradition of worshipping Solinari. […]
House Avas was quite renowed in the past but the tragedies that struck it in the previous decades somewhat limited their political reach. After the death of their unborn child, they seem to have been blessed bet by a second one, who is showing signs of being favoured by the stars themselves Look how much good that got us. We are aware of "Avas" simply being a placeholder name, however they consider it important that only members of the family know the full one. […]
House Thaerille is a minor one, Barely heard of em contrary to the Mystic's they hold no magical prowess, and unlike the Avas' they received no good fortune in their progeny bet. The parents were cursed with a Tiefling child - some believe that he was switched at birth or he refused to partake in the purifying rites - either way, the child was disowned and disappeared in 280 AC. The Thaerille family is quickly falling to ruins, it is believed that the child has cursed them in vengeance, although no evidence is present. Yeah no they disappeared even before the big mess
They also find what Erei assumes is Elymas baby pictures! And RUSHES to show Levin!
the stranger introduces themself as Mallori.
Kay Levin and Erei are discussing the boat contents and people, trying to figure out if they're ok and why they left in such a rush, etc etc... And in it, get talking about if Avas got disgraced. Levin' figures not, and Mallori, who'd followed back down before the deck, asks if they know house Avas.
someone else with a leaf shawl to match Kay comes in, confronting everyone else much more aggressively. peaceful, but also stop rummaging through their stuff! And give back their locket! they do so, not answering if part of the house Avas, at least.
Levin and Becklin are the 'leaders' and now the whole group are meeting these two new strangers, who are defensive but calm.
In the middle of thise conversation, it seems as if time stops, for Nimako. Everyoen freezes, but she can move. There's something monochromatic, sort of like darkness, but not quite. She can hear a voice narrating what she's seeing, and it's confusing, and then she finds herself in front of something incomprehensible. She holds still as it nearly pokes her. they want her to help entertain, more fights, more drama, more bloodshed, and asks if she has a question they can answer. Nimako tries to hold back, to ask something useful, but simply asks "Why Me?
And they answer.
Helping her is more fun. Many of her have reached out and never been answered. They have her question her past, her memories of the past, and the details lacking. Nimako is resistant, for now, to the idea, but... the truth is undeniable, with it being brought to attention. all of her memories are after the campaign began.
There's tensions of the elves and the group, but they have similar aims, even if for differing peoples. this will work well to send the kender with this group, now that it wouldn't be blatantly sending Mallori to her death.
The elf that had found us is Alicia, also of the house Avas. With confirmation the rest of Avas is dead, Elymas bolts from the group. Or tries to: Kay grapples and holds onto him. he's paniccking, so despite distaste, they hug him. and also isn't letting him run from this. or well, isn't' letting him run from the group.
Elymas and Becklin head back with Kay following, with ominous concern over a ghost? Nimako has only just tuned back into reality to hear somethign about Elymas and Ghost, and all questiosn are postponed for later! Alicia is confirming that yes, Elymas must be her brother, and finds the fact the group is being kicked out of camp unfair to cruel...
Levin pulls Alicia aside to ask about his own family. But She doesn't know- they just disappeared before everything went down, so they could be dead or alive... Levin asks if there's a message she wants sent to Elymas. He can make sure it reaches. She's mad, pissed off he left, he looks exactly like their parents, but... she does want to reconcile.
Twilight of the Demigods: Forfend Edition - Session 28
Despite how late at night it was, the Teleportation Hub bustled with activity. People came and went through the different portals at a near constant rate. Some of them paused to stare at Forfend and the rest of the refugees occupying the Tyrwedian gate. Most of them shied away to get on with their own business.
All of the guards surrounded the Tyrwedian circle. They were no longer focused on anything but the sudden arrival of a large group from a hub that was supposed to still be down.
Most of them had curved swords and rectangular shields emblazoned with the combined triangular symbol of the triplet gods: Messis, Vagari, and Aurum.
One, however, carried only a glaive. His armor was a bit more decorated than the rest of the company here. He stepped forward.
"So you are friends of Mr. Collymore, yes?" he asked, his accent making his tone sound harsher than his expression suggested he intended.
"Yes," Forfend answered simply.
"What is the business here?" he asked.
Forfend hummed. "We are refugees from Tyrwedia."
"That much is clear," the head guard nodded. "But what is the situation?"
"King Falco is a demigod and violent despot who has destroyed Cragwall and attempted to murder everyone here."
Forfend knew the claim was absurd, but it hoped Melzaryn's reputation would be enough for this man to see the truth in its words.
"That is a big claim." The head guard crossed his arms. "You do understand this will not be taken lightly, yes?"
"Yes, I understand. It should not be. I do not jest. We are in significant danger," Forfend insisted. It stood slowly and gestured to its group of huddled refugees. "It is also in the best interest of everyone if none of these people leave here until they have been appropriately vetted."
The head guard seemed to ponder over this order for a long moment. Eventually, he decided to take Forfend at face value. He nodded. "Understood. In the name of the Kazama House, we offer you safe passage and hospitality. Come, we will bring you to temporary housing."
Forfend firmly shook its head. "No one can leave. Not yet. They need to be checked over by mages first. Despot Falco's ability functions similarly to mind control. We must make certain no one is trapped under the effects of it before we move them."
"I see." The guard creased his brow, reassessing the threat potential of the huddled group behind Forfend.
"And we need healers," Forfend added. It absently touched one of the massive protruding arrows Howell had left in its back. Ichor dribbled from the wounds, but Forfend couldn't reach them well enough to pull them out.
"That can be very much arranged." The head guard rubbed at his chin. "Though, in the meantime, I need everyone to move off of the teleportation circle. We don't want any mishaps."
"Of course," Forfend hummed.
The head guard indicated a good, relatively open space that they could use.
Forfend turned to its group of refugees. "We need to move off to the side here. If you are able to support those who cannot walk on their own, please do."
It waded into the crowd and carefully lifted two people who were too wounded to stand. It herded the rest of the group over into the corner and carefully set down its charges.
Luckily, it seemed like the group was fairly cohesive. Everyone was still together. No one had been left behind. Even Kagoshi, distant thought he was, made the effort to amble over to the rest of the group.
When Forfend turned back around, the head guard was speaking into a gauntlet emblazoned with the familiar triple M of Molixeen's shop.
A few minutes later, three spellcasters appeared in the doorway amid a brilliant flash.
One was clearly a cleric. Another one was a wizard. Forfend couldn't be certain what type of arcana the last one preferred. He was strangely indistinct.
All of them immediately made their way to Forfend's gaggle and began inspecting everyone.
The wizard cast an overarching Detect Magic spell.
He glanced at Forfend first, but quickly dismissed it. While it absolutely poured magic energy, it was divine in nature and not far enough beyond the norm to warrant concern.
The wizard moved through the crowd to cast Identify on everyone who'd triggered suspect results.
The cleric stepped into the center of the refugees where the most wounded lay. He sat down.
Forfend lumbered to him and sat down next to another group of wounded.
The cleric wore a wide-brimmed straw hat and held a necklace bearing Vagari's crossroads. A wandering healer, if Forfend had to guess. Or, if he was stationary, he likely specialized in providing services to outlanders.
Either way, Forfend was glad to have his assistance.
The cleric began casting Prayer of Healing. A magic aura surrounded him, healing the injuries of everyone in his vicinity with earthy brown light and the scent of a fresh breeze.
Forfend hissed steam and touched its shield. It drew up what little magic it had left and unleashed all but the bare minimum it needed to survive as a healing hearth flame. Its Prayer of Healing gently assuaged those the Vagari cleric's Prayer couldn't reach.
Very quickly, Forfend's magic was expended. It carefully hauled itself back to its feet and lumbered out of the Vagari cleric's way.
The wizard and the unknown caster picked two humans out of the crowd. They were pulled aside.
One was an elderly man with a hunch in his back. The other was a young teenage boy.
Both of them looked concerned, nervous.
The wizard approached Forfend. "These two have been influenced by magics we do not recognize," he whispered.
"Let me take a look," it hummed grimly.
The wizard nodded. He led Forfend to them.
It knelt down and tilted its head at them. "I apologize for this, but could both of you pull down the collars of your shirts?"
Surrounded by guards and too frightened to refuse, they both did as it requested.
They didn't bear the runic scars on their chests. On one hand, that was good. On the other, it made them very difficult to appropriately vet without Melzaryn.
"Luckily, they do not have bombs carved into their chests," it said.
The wizard's eyebrows shot up so high they nearly disappeared beneath the brim of his hat.
"Unfortunately, that means I do not have any visual cues as to their status," Forfend hissed steam. "Normally, I would simply attempt to cast Remove Curse, but I have already drained all of my magic. I have none left to spare."
It held out its hand to demonstrate and conjured only one meager spark that almost instantly flickered out.
The wizard frowned. "Then what are we to do?"
"I will tell you all that I know, but my information is unfortunately limited. Despot Falco grasps hold of a person and demands something from them: their morals, their memories, their inhibitions, or whatever else he desires," Forfend explained. "This puts them in an altered mental state wherein Despot Falco can control their decisions. They may be violent or may become violent if their task is impeded, but it is important to remember they are merely victims. They need to be rescued, not punished. Please, if you encounter this, do not harm them more than you must to protect yourself and do not kill them."
It paused to let steam course through its chest.
"When they become severely wounded, they snap out of the mind control," it continued. "They do not know where they are or what they were doing. This method is cruel outside of a fight for your life, however, and I would prefer not to employ it here. It also seems not to be a permanent solution."
It hummed. "The preferable method would be to cast Remove Curse, but I am currently uncertain if it must be cast by a demigod since it was bestowed by one, or if anyone could do it."
The wizard listened intently and waited until he was sure Forfend was done talking to say, "I see. Then we must isolate them for the protection of themselves and others. This is acceptable?"
Forfend nodded. "But please do take good care of them."
"We will take utmost care," the wizard promised.
The third caster had been listening in. He started to direct the guards and the suspected Envema victims to move.
The old man pulled a dagger from a sheathe hidden up his sleeve and attacked.
He was seized immediately by the guards before his dagger touched anyone's flesh.
The teenage boy pulled a knife from his boot and jumped at the wizard.
The wizard took a single step back as guards swooped in to snag the boy in middair.
Both of the Envema members had their weapons yanked from their hands. Shackles were slapped on their wrists.
The head guard ordered his men to take the victims somewhere they could be safely contained. He turned to Forfend. "You said this mind control is the work of a demigod?"
Forfend nodded once.
He scratched at his face. "We will try, but I don't think anything short of another demigod will be able to break this curse."
"I know for certain that it can be broken," Forfend assured.
"Let's hope we can find a demigod then." The head guard shrugged helplessly. "We will try, but I doubt we will succeed without one."
Forfend didn't bother unveiling itself as a demigod yet. Without spare magic, it couldn't help anyway. It had to rest first.
The Vagari cleric approached the victims at the wizard's insistence.
The guards escorting them paused to allow the cleric to cast Remove Curse.
Both victims continued trying to struggle and fight. The spell hadn't worked.
Forfend hissed steam. It wasn't surprised, but it was sad. The victims would have to spend at least one more day under Despot Falco's thumb.
The wizard shook his head, apparently also disappointed. He returned to the crowd of refugees.
Forfend turned to tend to the wounded still remaining with more mundane healing supplies.
A murmur ran through the guards still remaining in the Hub. They collectively moved to watch one particular area.
Forfend drew itself to its full height to watch them.
Kagoshi stood in the center of the commotion. The wizard laughed nervously and slowly spoke.
Forfend wasn't close enough to hear the conversation, but it figured Kagoshi had said something threatening.
It hummed, wondering if it should intervene or let Kagoshi suffer the consequences of his own actions.
They'd all been through so much today. It understood why Kagoshi wouldn't take kindly to the questions and the prodding. Still, that wasn't a reason for threats.
Unless...
Forfend's core dropped.
Had the wizard's magic alerted him to the Calamity Shard in Kagoshi's spine?
Whatever Kagoshi said next sent the guards into high alert. They surrounded him in tight formation.
Forfend got as close as the circle of guards would allow, but that was all it could do.
"I worked hard for this belt! You're not taking it from me!" Kagoshi yelled.
Oh. The demon tail belt.
Forfend had forgotten how negatively such items were viewed now. They certainly could be dangerous, if they were made improperly. But otherwise, they were no better or worse than any other magic item.
"Then you will be detained," the head guard decided.
"Fine. Whatever. I'll sit in your little jail," Kagoshi griped.
"No, no. This is worse."
The wizard pulled what looked like a snow globe from a satchel at his side.
"Gods, I hate mages," Kagoshi growled.
The Moli's Marvelous Mementos logo whirled around the snow globe. The item floated up above Kagoshi's head, grew, dropped down over him, and snapped back to its original size.
Kagoshi, now miniature, sulked inside the display.
The guards relaxed. Their formation broke as most of them returned to their posts.
Forfend ambled over and tilted its head at Kagoshi's predicament. "Would have been useful if we could have done that before."
Kagoshi glowered at it. "Fuck. You."
Forfend hummed.
The snow globe floated up and placed itself into the hands of the head guard.
The wizard leaned up and whispered to him.
Forfend strained its hearing to catch what he said.
"You may want to contact the Carnifex Divinitus. He has traces of Calamity."
The head guard's eyes widened. His back straightened.
Forfend quieted the roiling steam in its center before the sound became audible.
They had discovered the shard.
Kagoshi was in trouble. A lot of it.
Forfend stepped forward. "Can you assure me that he will not be harmed?"
"If he is compliant, he shall not be harmed," the wizard assured.
"How durable is this glass?" Kagoshi asked. A loud thunk sounded as he punched it. The magic didn't budge.
Forfend shook its head, steam hissing long and slow. "He is certainly troublesome, but he is not evil. He will not harm anyone."
More repeated thunks sounded as Kagoshi continued ramming his fists into the glass. He swore and growled and hissed insults.
The mage quirked an eyebrow at Forfend, undoubtedly skeptical of its claim. He cast a sphere of Silence around the snow globe.
Kagoshi continued flailing and thrashing without a sound.
"He is... feisty." Forfend shrugged helplessly.
"If he complies, no harm will come to him. But we must be diligent for the sake of everyone that lives here," the head guard stated firmly.
"I understand," Forfend nodded. "I was exceedingly cautious around Kagoshi when I first met him."
"Kagoshi is his name? Noted." The head guard folded his hands behind his back. "Are the rest of you ready to travel to your temporary lodgings?"
Forfend glanced over the group of refugees it would need to look out for. It didn't have time to manage Kagoshi too. It would just have to trust that they'd keep their word and no one would hurt him.
"I believe we are," it hummed.
"Follow me."
The head guard deposited Kagoshi into the wizard's hands and led the way out of the Teleportation Hub.
"We are moving to proper lodging," Forfend called to the refugees. "As before, if you are able to assist others, please do."
It shuffled into the center of the crowd and carefully lifted two injured people.
The rest of the group slowly assisted each other until everyone was ready to move.
Forfend led them after the head guard.
Ali returned to the group as they exited the Hub. A nearly finished kebab hung from her mouth.
Forfend hadn't seen her leave the crowd. It turned around and took stock of the rest of the refugees.
Howell was missing, but Forfend already knew his status regarding Despot Falco. He was safe for now. It would need to cast Remove Curse on him before they returned to Tyrwedia though.
Everyone else that had entered the portal was still here. That was good.
Forfend hummed to itself. It knew none of them. No one else it had met in Cragwall was here. Either they'd chosen to stay behind to fight or they were in significant trouble.
Or they were dead.
Forfend banished the frightful thought.
It realized it recognized one man in the crowd. He was the elderly man Kagoshi had rescued from the Brass Buffalo during Howell's first attack. Carston's grandfather.
It took some relief in knowing he was safe. It hoped Carston was too.
Ali nudged Forfend. She was still very much tearing into her food. "Everything good?" she mumbled through a mouthful.
The wizard jolted when he saw her. He ran over and casted Detect Magic.
Luckily, everything seemed to come up clean. He sighed in relief and left them be.
Forfend tilted its broad head at Ali. "Did you sneak out for food immediately?"
"Sure! This place has got good food!" She was almost incomprehensible given that she refused to slow down her eating. Forfend just barely managed to catch her words.
It nodded. "I may request your smithing skills soon."
"Great," Ali deadpanned sarcastically. "Can't even travel here for a vacation."
"Not unpaid," Forfend added.
"Now you're talking!" She grinned at the prospect of more coin.
Forfend couldn't help the slight rumbling chuckle that ground through it.
It took a moment to look up and around. This was a new country after all. It needed to get a feel for its surroundings.
Many of the buildings were the same sandy brown as the desert around them, but every decoration popped with vibrant color. There were clotheslines hung all across the streets, between every building, and absolutely anywhere else they could feasibly be placed.
A few articles of clothing hung from them here and there, but most of the items dangling from the strings were large pots.
The more Forfend looked around, the more pots it saw everywhere. They were on the rooftops, the edges of windowsills, and even sitting atop what seemed to be otherwise pointless posts.
Forfend couldn't fathom what they might be for, but they were clearly extremely important.
Maybe they caught rain. But even in a desert city, the sheer amount was excessive.
The head guard stopped in front of a large limestone building that appeared to be an inn, but there was no hustle and bustle here.
The lack of commotion didn't make the place any less impressive though.
It was enormously wide and three stories tall. Ramps led into it rather than stairs, making it easy for the wounded to traverse.
Inside, there were bins lining the main gathering area. All of them were labeled with the essential items they held: shirts, socks, shoes, pants, and light headwear designed to keep the sun off one's neck. All of them had signs assuring the refugees they could take whatever they needed.
As Forfend watched, a man who appeared to be a local walked inside. He deposited several different items into the correct bins, waved to the refugees, and left.
Steam whistled like a kettle in Forfend's chest. All those items were donated. All of them. That was incredible.
Off to one side, there was a strange platform that seemed to be rigged with a pulley system of some sort. Forfend had never seen anything like it, but it wondered if that could be used to help injured people reach the higher floors.
"These accommodations are acceptable, yes?" the head guard asked. He wore a smile that said he knew they were.
The refugees split off, filtering into different rooms. Someone approached Forfend to take the two wounded people it carried off its hand and get them comfortably settled.
Forfend caught a glimpse into one of the inn rooms through an open doorway. The room was spacious and looked very comfortable.
"It is far more than we could have asked for. Thank you," it hummed. It looked down at the man. "Tomorrow, once I have had some rest, may I visit the two victims of Despot Falco's ability?"
"If you are confident in your ability to remove their mind control, I don't see why not," he allowed.
Forfend nodded. "I am confident in my ability to try."
"Well, you are the specialist on the matter."
"Hardly," Forfend hissed steam. "But I am what we have for now."
The head guard shrugged nonchalantly. "For now, there is plenty of room for you all. Food and water will be delivered at regular intervals via construct."
Construct?
"Strange," Forfend hummed. Already, it was wondering what they would look and act like.
"The Kazama family has an extensive agreement with Moli's Marvelous Mementos to make such a thing a possibility," the head guard informed.
Forfend hummed.
"Make yourselves at home." The head guard nodded politely.
"Thank you."
He took his leave.
Forfend waited until every last refugee had cleared the main entryway and claimed a room.
Once it knew they would be safe and sound for the night, it found its own empty room to settle into.
It sat down and blinked its rune off.
"Okay?!" Jessie's startled voice rang in Forfend's head. He was finally answering its Sending message. "Alright, I'll fortify the place. Please stay safe. Please be okay. Please, Forfend. Fletch can't take it. Where did you say you went again?"
Forfend hadn't said where it had gone. And couldn't without any magic stores left.
Jessie would simply have to trust it to come home safely. It would tell him as soon as it could, but it would need to conserve magic to battle Despot Falco.
It hissed steam for a long moment and lay down on the floor to better rest its exhausted body.
Now if only it didn't have giant arrows in its back and shoulders, rest would be easier.
Unfortunately, like everything else, that would have to be tomorrow's problem.
oh right campaign progress. last sesh was literally only about an hour and a half since i was very sick this week and overestimated how much i could handle an online game. so mostly they grilled the abbot and that was it. though i did set up the whole bit with ilya eating all the sheep so i can guide them over to the fidatov manor and make them have a bad time (in a fun way)
The ashes of the two fiends form into a larger fiend, which changes into an illusion of Scribe. Scribe proves a challenge for the party. They push forward, only to run into a scar from Roth’s memory: Kermit. Roth communicates with the ghoul instead of fighting. Paddy still has a great amount of luck, somehow. Cynthia, on the other hand, is out of luck and possibly time.
> The larger fiend from the last session changes into a familiar face: the fiend form of Scribe. As a legendary action on the first turn, Scribe frightens everyone in the party except Roth. He also has his whirlwind attack, the same attack that almost killed Roth in Session 15.
> The frightened condition proves a struggle for the party except Wall, who just simply lost his advantage on his spear attacks on his first turn. Wall gets rid of his status condition quickly thanks to Cynthia’s Aura of Protection.
> Cynthia’s Aura of Protection ends up benefiting everyone except Cynthia herself, but only because GalaxyKoi rolled low for the entire session in everything. Her AC kept her safe from Scribe’s bite attacks, at least. Cynthia used Radiant Soul to increase her damage when she did hit, at least.
> Uther proves to be our sole reason for being alive this far, as he tanked a lot of damage in this session. He also Nat1’d a lot of attacks thanks to the frightened condition, which ended up being good because it used up Scribe’s reactions.
> Once Roth got frightened, his Eldritch Blast attacks suffered, obviously.
> After a few rounds, Cynthia managed to land a hit and dealt 48 damage, which was enough to take down Scribe. Scribe exploded into miasma, forcing the miasma Constitution Save. Fortunately, everyone passed the save.
> A new room opened, and then Paddy investigated the next room. It turns into a ghoul, which again devours the drone almost immediately. To most of the party as they enter the room, it is unfamiliar to them, but to Roth, it’s a whole other story. It takes the form of his patron, Kermit. Roth doesn’t inform the party of this, and then he proceeds to communicate with the ghoul in Abyssal. The others try to fight it.
> Kermit proves an even harder challenge to hit, and the damage output from the party was fairly low. This ended up being one of the reasons why it was a stressful fight for the party.
> Roth did not believe that this was an illusion. He continued to commune with it instead of fighting it. The ghoul told Roth that he was there to “claim a new champion” and that he found some “worthy choices”. Kermit then paralyzed Roth and placed a mark on him. To what the mark does is unknown.
> For the rest of the party, they simply saw Roth speaking to ghoul and paralyzing him. In an attempt to save Roth from a lot of damage, Uther kept a hold on Kermit to keep him away from Roth. Wall and Paddy struck down the ghoul with constant damage. Similar to the previous fight, Cynthia didn’t get many hits in herself until she managed to land a final hit to take down Kermit.
> As with the other enemies, Kermit then formed into the miasma, and everyone yet again- minus Wall as always- had to make a Constitution save, but everyone had the benefit of Cynthia’s Aura of Protection. Cynthia was the only one to fail, rolling a 14 in total. She lost 1 Intelligence, bringing her INT score down to 7.
> Notably, the mark still remained after the fight.
