I hope you have some peace soon.

"The spirits take Votin again!" Tillak prays to Y'thaq'ua that he is not next. [Do we have to take balance saves as the floor shifts, or is that just because Votin vanished into limbo?]
 

Iron Ranger wrote:

Tillak finds himself alone in the dark.

Tillak follows.
 

Caveman wrote:

Narrhil turned to his two comrades, "is the portal opening?"

"We best move quick," urges Narrhil, "we on our way," he gave as a final reassurance to Kéet as he moved to the gate of the graveyard. 

"Come, brothers!" Tillak says while looking around for Votin.

Caveman wrote:

"We maybe following a old trail," says Narrhil, "how long have these footprints been here? This Malak that I first saw with you and Sir Votin." He says to Tillak. "Did he explore this way, and are we following a dead man's trail?"

"I do not know, Brother Narrhil. I know that I was tasked with his killing, but that thrice damned priest never gave me the reason for his death, so I chose not to carry out his wishes."

Iron Ranger wrote:

SullyB74 wrote:

Iron Ranger wrote:

Tlllak will need to climb the stairs to see them.

Tillak climbs the stairs.

The footprints have been trampled by both Keet and Narrhil but Tillak can make out a set of other prints climbing the stairs up to the landing, Keet's prints follow the landing platform off to the right of the bell where a spike is embedded in the timber. Keet's prints also go off to the left toward the courtyard side of the landing platform where they trample over more stranger prints. There are some Narrhil prints right here at the top of the stair, the southside of the landing platform.

Tillka follows Keet's footprints, listening for his companion's voices.

Tillak rouses from his stupor. "Y'thaq'ua's Bones!" [Can we try to identify the tracks?] 

Tillak glances skyward. "There have been tales told that we all have origins in the stars beyond. That is fantastic enough. Travel through time, though? That seems too fantastic, even for one such as I, trained partially in the arcane arts."

Iron Ranger wrote:

She holds out her hand to Keet.
Give me the ring you wear on your finger, boy. It carries a taint.

Tillka glances at Narrhill. "We are poor magic users for not being able to discern a curse on the ring, brother."

Tillak mutters to his companions, in a low tone so that the enchantress cannot here him, "She seeks our aid by trying to enchant us? She could not simply ask us instead?"