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Still under the lingering effects of haste, Avelina treks across the battlefield towards Svetlana with the intention of healing her more.
Avelina's mouth twists in disgust as she spies the devil, then stares daggers at Svetlana. She opens her mouth to speak, but she just barely manages to hold herself back from saying something. At least for the remainder of battle, it would be improper.
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The creature emerges from the poison cloud for a moment, strikes at Avelina with her spear and slinks back into the cloud. She manages to find the actual Avelina in the midst of those images.
Solomon - 91/91 HP, 3 Dex Drain
Fandral - Invisible, 84/84 HP
Imbroglio - 71/71 HP
Svetlana - 86/109 HP
Sielan - 118/118 HP
Avelina - Mirror Image: 6, 61/88 HP
AU (-24 hp)
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"Seriously? This is it... this is what you've got? We've fought through monstrosities capable of rending most of us in two... and undead horrors who chip away at the very soul... and you think we're scared of a stupid little fiend making pinpricks from a cloud?"
Casting Ear Piercing Scream. Dazes it and deals sonic damage.
Fort Save DC 17 to negate the daze and take half damage.
Pathfinders push back the extraplanar mercenaries, which flee the Society's ferocious counterattack. The few remaining elementals fight to the last but quickly crumble under the assault. With the path back to the surface clear, Sorrina Westyr leads the way up to the portals, while Drandle Dreng organizes a quick head count, and begins ushering groups of agents back to Golarion.
Sorrina Westyr is among the last to step back onto the Isle of Kortos, carrying a beautiful, fist-sized opal that seems to glow with countless colors. Overhead, the once-radiant Aucturn's Tear gradually fades in brightness until it's imperceptible against the night sky.
The Master of Spells holds the immense gem aloft and speaks to the gathered agents. “We have accomplished a marvel today. I hold here an artifact in which dwells a powerful air spirit called Ranginori. Many ages ago, the Elemental Planes existed in balance, forces of good and evil locked in equilibrium. The elemental lords we know of today united against their benign counterparts, and claimed sole dominion. Scholars have speculated on the fates of the defeated, but no longer!”
A few scattered cheers well up from some of the more elementally inclined Pathfinders. Sorrina smiles at them indulgently, and continues.
“It will take time to confirm the outsider trapped within this opal is who he claims to be.” She starts for a moment, as if in response to a comment only she can hear, then looks up to the gemstone apologetically and adds, “Professional caution and courtesy, you understand.” She then looks back to the Pathfinders and continues. “If that's true, though, we now hold the essence of the lost lord of air, Ranginori, Duke of Thunder!”
At this, a wind whips around Sorrina, and she laughs.
“If we can free this being, imagine the history he can share with the Society, the good that might be accomplished. I cannot even begin to speculate on the ramifications for the Elemental Planes…and as word of our accomplishment spreads, there will be many thinking these same thoughts, and not with charitable intent toward us. We must be very cautious in the coming months I fear, and not least in verifying the truth of what we hold.”
“Fortunately, thanks to your efforts this evening, we have crippled key allies and armies of the elemental lords who opposed us. It speaks volumes of what the Society has accomplished in the past decade that I can sincerely state you defied demigods and emerged triumphant! It has been my privilege to have been part of that effort.”
Then the Drandle Dreng totters forward, weaving and swaying as if still trying to adjust back to Golarian’s gravity. “We traveled to the stars, and showed those sanctimonious sycophants just what the Society can do!” Then he scratches his shaggy chin, muttering to himself. “Heh. Pathfinders in the Stars. Starry Pathfinders? Starfinders? Starfinder Society! Heh. That’s catchy... I’ll have to remember that.”
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The Hellknight looks satisfied with herself at the Pathfinder victory. Her armour dissipates once more as she returns to her less confrontational attire, looking the part of a Chelish diplomat.
"Well fought friends, that was a challenging place, though what a memory to hold dear in our hearts. The adventure of a lifetime no less"
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"Hah HAH! Outrageous! Pathfinders in space! I will certainly write an epic take of our deeds this day... and I will call it... The Day The Pathfinders Went to Space!"
He raises his hand high in a victorious pose. "Or perhaps, The Rescue of the Cosmic Captive. Hmm... I'll have to think on that..."
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Avelina brushes herself off and smiles. "Truly splendid!"
She draws her longsword and raises it high in victory.
"Know that you fought beside Avelina Theodosia Iomedae Rydell Cecilia Galfrey, niece of the Queen of Mendev. Those of you that comported yourselves with honor have my thanks. I shall assuredly pass along word of your deeds to Auntie."
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"Not something I'm going to forget soon. Like to thank you all for the trip. Not sure I'd made it if not for all of you here."
Sielan relaxes and drops many of his remaining spells as he settles in for a night out on the town which might be calmer than the battles among the night sky.
"Svetlana, I want to be able to fight more like you. You are strong without your magic. There may be some things I disagree with, but I've run with other Pathfinders I wouldn't be up to have a drink with following a grueling adventure."
He gives a quick slap to the back of Solomon', congratulating him on his run. "I think Solomon's song carried us through many of the battle. I don't think I could have fought half a well without your songs and I was my biggest worry was your throat growing hoarse before days end. Let me know when you finish that the tale, I'll be happy to give you my ear."
Sielan gives a confused half bow as he confuses several styles of courtesy and fails to accurately reproduce any toward Avelina. "It was an pleasure Lady Avelina Galfrey. I hope I haven't embarrassed myself too much. I know I call myself a knight and you followed, but it isn't anything earned. Honor isn't something I think I carry with myself. Try, but not too hard."
"Same with magic, and I know I didn't pay too much attention to them during the fighting, I couldn't ignore your effect. I don't think there is much useful magic I didn't that you didn't do better than me. I know I can't do a lot of the godly magic you have, but you make me want to be a better at casting spells to try to match what you do."
"Imbroglio, I know that the golems hit you hard, second only to Svetlana, but the magic you did show was scary and I was glad to have it on our side when we needed it. That earth-kin hit hard and I would have hit the ground if your magic didn't stop her first."
"And I know my fighting style is much closer to Svetlana's, but I hope to try to learn a bit from how you fight Fandral. You switch between your weapons easily and I don't think I have that working with my magic yet. I think I'm just too attached to hitting things.
I'd look forward to fighting alongside you again."
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Svetlana regards her comrades words with some thought "I suppose what matters is that we fight with the tools we have, that we use our strengths in the pursuit of good - of order - and the removal of the fiends that would prey on the weak or seek to crush the civilisation that we hold so dear. Where else do the artists thrive but in safe and supportive communities? Where else will the deep roses of love take root, but in the safe soil where they need not fear the winters chill? Ahhh for love, if we must do what we need to do, let us always agree that love is our motive. Mine may be lost and that is my sadness and burden to bear, but let it not be that other young lovers are denied a full life by having their dreams snatched away by the claws of some pit-fiend"
Absentmindedly she flips open her Wayfinder, inside bears a worn and tattered portrait of a young and dashing paladin, and after a brief glance, she closes it again - a slight wistfulness in her eyes.
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"Drinks! Yes of course! Always celebrate with drinks! To Flaxseed lodge? They've always got great ale on tap."
He happily follows Vinnie to whichever tavern, lodge, or bar he heads to. "You know... I sure hope this is a sign of things to come... Pathfinders in space! Imagine guarding extra-planetary caravans trucking goods and relics throughout the solar system. Hmm... Space Trucking... I think I could write a song about that."
He plays a short chromatic melody on his whistle, laughs to himself, and begins making up lyrics on his way to their thirst-quenching destination.
We had a lot of luck on Castrovel
We always had a ball on Akiton
Meeting the outrageous people
We've rocked the Tapestry so far
We danced around with Ragniori
We're space truckin' round the the stars
Come on let's go Space Truckin'
Remember when we rode on Aucturn's Tear
And Westyr, she led the way
We gathered at the Nexian Spire
And the pathfinders would dance and sway
We got music in our solar system
We're space truckin' round the stars
Come on let's go Space Truckin'
By the end of the first drink, Saul is out cold, face first on the table, obviously incredibly exhausted from the day's work.