Time passes, the party members who went to rest awaken free of exhaustion, and Aura turns Hawk into a pseudodragon. You all reconvene on the tail end of the morning and head to where the captured attackers are working to repair the damages and clean up the messes that they had made. Despite being captives, the attackers seem quite happy to be here.
If there is one thing January is known for, it's his laziness. When he needs something done that he doesn't have to do himself, he gets one of his debtors to do it for him. He's spends decades at a time sleeping. And supernatural historians credit him as the reason why Christianity considers sloth to be one of the Seven Deadly Sins.
And this whole executor of the will thing? January's got a feeling that it's going to be a lot of hard work. And while he does feel obligated to do it to fulfil his old friend's last request, January certainly wouldn't argue with the prospect of someone willing to tag along with him and lend a helping hand.
Once Garrock was healed, Skobeloff nodded his approval of the older dragon bringing himself accept help. "Now that we've sorted that, everyone gather around me." Skobeloff addressed the room. "The time has come for us to join the final showdown!" One everyone had gathered around, Skobeloff focused his mind on his bond with Fellwing and threw gem sand into the air. This time, the sand formed into a great roiling cloud that then descended upon the group and incorporated them into the maelstrom as well. "And awaaay we go!" Skobeloff's voice called out from within the cloud before it shot off in the direction of Fellwing. Through the woods, across the marsh, and into the creatures lair the cloud bore the reinforcements that Skobeloff had gathered. And when it arrived the cloud disembarked its passengers and dissipated in a dramatic, multicolor tornado. "Have no fear! Reinforcements are here!" Skobeloff declared heroically as the newly arrived group came into view.
Once the sand had fully dissipated though, Skobeloff looked around for the creature and slowly but surely came to a horrifying realization. "We... We missed the showdown." Skobeloff said as he knees buckled beneath him. He had taken to long with his search for secrets and his gathering of forces. And so the ultimate confrontation with the darkness had happened without him. As this painful truth fully took hold, Skobeloff lifted his head to the sky and cried out in anguish.
"NOOOOOOOOO!"
Skobeloff then collapsed fully to the ground as he began lamenting his inability to make it to the big fight in time to see something cool happen.
Skobeloff returns a Friendship Gem to Fellwing teleport himself and everyone around him to her.
Ok then. If everyone is in agreement, I can move things along.
If I recall correctly, some of you wanted to question the prisoners. Do you still want to do that? If so, do you want to wait for the resting party members to finish their rest first or just head there right away?
"I don't know where the others currently are." Skobeloff said. "But I don't need to know that. The gem sand in my possession will teleport us all straight to them. But first..." Skobeloff paused then as he looked to Garrock. The bearded Warrior was still injured. Something that would be liable to cause problems down the line if not addressed now. The rawscale Trickster tried to get some insight into how best to broach the topic of Garrock accepting help with the injury. But when that failed, he decided to just hit the nail on the head. "I... saw your injury during our journey here, Garrock." Skobeloff stated uneasily. "And with you being the strongest of us, we'll be needing you at your best in case a fight breaks out. Tamba and Pleexem should be able to heal you with their Moon Magic... I know accepting help from others isn't something you are all that keen on, Garrock. So I wouldn't be asking this of you if I didn't believe it to be crucial to our success."
Skobeloff rolls a 5 to study Garrock, and a 9 to convince him to accept help with his injury.