Myth fires two successive shots at the purple shadowlodge warrior. The first ends up short but, the 2nd hit's the purple warrior in the stomach he looks shocked as he drops his bow and the vial of liquid, and then he crumples to the ground. Brown seeing his buddy go down 5ft steps back he drops his sword and draws a potion provoking attack of opportunity from Red both red and the bird miss the heavily armored warrior as he drinks it and heals up a bit
Orange seeing red so close fires at point blank range.
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Myth
Brown
Hiryla
Orange
Torvald
Yellow
Purple
Jawhar
Jamir
Analia
Craggark
Melkorka
Pink
Red
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Lia continues to advance, the last of her flame reflecting off her silver eyes as she holds her hand up to fling it toward Melkorka.
My friends will finish you now fiend. You brought this on yourself.
Her aim is true and the flame hits the enemy spellcaster full in the chest!
You deserve to burn!
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Craggark performs his favourite kata move, scoots to a flank position, and slams his powerful fist into the flank of the jerk who just cut into his favourite (only) pants.
"Yaaaaah!" Craggark growls savagely, then points at Melkorka. "Priest! I'm coming for you!!"
He then sees his love light up the priest with her flames.
"What's left of you, then!" he amends his threat.
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Jamir scowls at the Shadow Lodge agent in brown.
"Hey, all of you devil-worshipping Cheliaxian orc droppings!" Jamir shouts the foulest insults he can think of at the top of his lungs. "Stop drinking our future healing potions!"
Jamir steps up to the Shadow Lodge fighter again and lunges at him with his rapier.
Analia's magical onslaught proves too much for Melkorka and she falls. Eventually with the aid of the Snowmask warriors your group overwhelms the shadowlodge warriors. No quarter is asked or given as the Kellids finish off each of the shadowlodge warriors without mercy, including Melkorka. In the end Hiryla lifts Jedrak's Shard high over his head and shouts in triumph at the victory.
Hiryla ask, We should block this canyon to discourage other relic hunters from entering our lands. Will you assist us?
After searching the bodies for important documents and treasure, you are escorted back to the Snowmask clans village. It is apparent a large celebration is being prepared for tomorrow. Jedrak's Shard is presented reverently to the elders by Hiryla and is returned to him almost instantly by the same group. "it seems fitting that the chief our clan should wield our most prized an ancient relic."
"As for our guest, we appreciate all your help. What will you do now? ask Temya the venerable elder.
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Torvald clears his throat, looking nervous. "Though...with your permission of course, we'd like to examine the axe a bit for our report. We won't take it with us! But we would be thrilled to take a sketch, write down all your stories of the Huscarl King and his mighty weapon. If you don't mind..." he trails off lamely.
Idiot! Let Jamir or Jawhar handle the sweet-talking, at least they know how!
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Craggark spends some time trying to sculpt a likeness of Jedrak's Shard out of clay before leaving the Snowmasks. It might be useful for the report. He also thinks he might reproduce it and try to sell one or two copies of it.
"Hey! This sculpture of mine turned out passable, I think!" Craggark exclaims to Lia, showing her his artistic rendering of the Kellid artefact.
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"I think it is very well done. You really are coming along with your sculpting." Lia adds with an admiring look at the sculpture.
She looks to the Snowmasks hovering nearby and smiles.
"I am glad we came here. They really are quite nice, once you get to know them."
Turning wistful, she stares off into the sky, her eyes growing unfocused.
"I regret that once we get back to Absalom, they may split us up for a time. I am sure it won't be long though, so don't get that look I know you have on right now..."
With a small grin, she lowers her head to the snow beneath her feet.
"I will even miss the snow. They don't have snow in Absalom, do they? Even if they do, I am sure it's not like it is here. Oh well, there is no sense in missing something till it's gone. On that note, I suppose we should start the long journey back, and maybe, just maybe, it will be fun this time. I seem to remember what that is somewhat and I would like to try it out again, you know, just to be sure I like it."
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”You won’t hear any complaint from me on the way back south, I can promise you that.” The halfling pats the donkey on the nose absentmindedly. ”Although I suspect the land of the witch queens is not done with me yet.” His expression clouds over as his eyes turn to the east.
He shakes his head and makes a visible effort to force a smile. ”But a change is as good as a rest, as my mother always says. And even a brief respite from these northern countries will do wonders for us all.”
Jamir tightens his belt, and checks the straps on the donkey’s pack saddle, then motions in the general direction of the path towards home. ”Shall we?”
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Hiryla reluctantly hands over the Jedrak's Shard for study. The Snowmaskclan gratefully accepts your help, blocking the canyon. Your task is accomplished by, causing several avalanches. A large celebration is held and you are all made honorary members of the Snowmask clan. Furthermore, it is made clear that all Pathfinders will be given safe passage through Snowmask clan territory, from this point forward. It is declared that, the Grand Lodge has become an eternal ally, among the Snowmask people. To cement their new alliance, a pipe of some strong hallucinogenic weed is passed around, with all expected to take at least a small drag.
Months later, one or more of you; run in to Rognvald Skagni, (in Venture Captian Drendle Drang's office) where you learn:the Shadow Lodge’s power in the north lies in shambles, its influence nearly eradicated..thanks in most part..to your group's efforts.