Three tough looking warriors plus Cyanwrath. Somehow, Parum felt surprised even though she [i]knew[/i] that of all the people in this damnable dragon cult, of course he'd be here. Frankly she wouldn't be surprised if there were more dragons in here too. If she wasn't in the middle of a life-or-death battle right now she'd be bemoaning their misfortunes, but as her old bardic teacher taught her, fortune favors the bold. And if she wanted to survive she'd need to be very bold. Firstly, Parum needed to ensure Cyanwrath doesn't end up defeating Brannor. She had saved the last bit of her inspirational energies just for this. She played a furious tune on her viol, filling the air with arcane music as she directed her spell towards the half-dragon. 

She said nothing, allowing her music to serve as the verbal, her performance to fulfill the somatic, and her instrument to serve as the material component of her Phantasmal Force spell. Cyanwrath would hopefully soon see nothing but darkness, unable to use even his dragon senses to see his foe as the noise from Parum's instruments would also deafen him from anyone's voices or actions, and the smell of death filled his nostrils with a poisonous stench. As she played this tune Parum would move further away from the battle, to ensure that she's well away from the pitch melee going on between the warriors so she could continue distracting and harrying the enemy.

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HP: 20/23
Bardic Inspiration: 0/3
Spells: 
Level 1 - 1/4
Level 2 - 1/2

Parum casts Phantasmal Force onto Cyanwrath, creating an intense illusion that hopefully will render him completely unable to sense anyone around him though either sight, sound, or smell. Intelligence Save DC 13.
Phantasmal Damage = [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/14518]3[/url]

Lastly she uses her final Bardic Inspiration to Brannor.
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