Deekin sighs. "Deekin never able to get straight answer on why Boss kill Nora Blake. Maybe 'keep baby' was mean joke, got out of hand. Maybe Boss think Nora be bad mother alone. Maybe maybe maybe."

Nod.

"Alright, are we ready to hit these probable bastards? I've got my arrows all lined up."

"I'm set but we should have a plan."

"We should. Uh, Shareesh seems like obvious bad news, Jojo should occupy him as much as possible. Depending on what his lackeys are like we might want to take them out early or just focus fire on the boss. What else?"

"Deekin going to cast Shadowbard before fight," Deekin contributes. "Deekin only realize he had that spell when stuff start to go bad."

"Enserric, do you have any powers you wanna mention? I seem to have leveled so I have some fourth level spells now but obviously only the ones I had written down in advance."

"I stab things and channel their life force into my wielder in the form of healing energy, that's more or less my raison d'être. Regrettably, unless someone has the ability to sanctify my blade, I can't penetrate the hide of a rakshasa. They're tricky, those outsiders."

Jojo clears his throat. "Fortunately, when I prayed to Tyr this morning he granted me a spell for that very purpose. It only lasts for a minute, but it should let all of our weapons penetrate their resistances like there was nothing there."

"Good stuff. I've got Lesser Globe of Invulnerability now, I'll want to park in that for the fight insofar as I can."

"Oh, that's a very good one. I'll stand by you and shoot anybody who tries to herd us out of it?"

"Sounds good to me."

Jojo takes the opportunity to cast Shield Other on Belmarniss from the Staff of Defense.

Deekin casts Mage Armor on Jojo, as he definitely has every morning since they started adventuring together. "Belmarniss want Mage Armor too? Deekin got lots of first-level spells, usually not use them all."

"Sure, thanks."

Deekin Mage Armors Belmarniss, then. "Belmarniss got long-term spells to cast before party heads back to root out rakshasa?"

"Fox's Cunning, Fox's Cunning. Cat's Grace." Eyeroll. "Protection from Evil."

"Thanks," Garrus says of the Cunning.

And Jojo leads them back to the rakshasa lair. "Short-term spells, before we move in?"

"Haste," Deekin incants.

Belmarniss decides to go ahead and use a shield out of the staff, then poises to cast her shiny new sorcerer form of dispel magic with her left hand, and with the right she thumbs-ups.

"Sanctify Weapons," he incants, before yanking open the door. "We're here to destroy you, minions of evil!"

Shareesh sighs heavily, shimmering into the form of a rakshasa. "I suppose I owe you their hearts, Ranveer, Amol," he says, looking bored. The two men behind him, now tiger-headed fiends themselves, perform a strange gesture, striking the backs of their hands together. "Let's collect, shall we? Haste."

"Dispel Magic. Quickened steal breath."

Shareesh looks very indignant to be counterspelled! The Steal Breath slides off his spell resistance.

Jojo lunges for Shareesh, who twirls a double-bladed sword coruscating with electricity. However, with a swift kick to the crotch, Jojo lowers the rakshasa's guard and gets in three swift strikes, which seem to really hurt.

Garrus, seeing that Jojo seems to have the leader under control, turns his aim on the first of his minions. He looses a total of six arrows.

All six find their target. The rakshasa drops. "Yes," Garrus hisses gleefully.