Eadie screams, “NO! DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!”
Squeeze is able to reach the Emira, but his bite misses. Unfortunately, as he moves onto one of the tiles beneath the shackled female Pathfinder, gouts of flame shoot out of fine holes in the tiled floor, threatening to roast both the hostage and Squeeze!
Toro ZAPS Tygora with called lightning, causing her to shake briefly like frightened dog.
“Of course we saw it coming!” She eventually spits at the druid. “We see all! Including your death!”
Whiskers and Wembly bravely hit the front line to shield Sifvery, but the gnome can’t manage to get his healing wand to function correctly.
Sifvery: -4/34 prone, bleeding out
Dusk: /58
Hakime: /36
Squeeze:
Eadie:
T: - Emmett - Blake
Sifvery remains unconscious, bleeding out. Squeeze evades all of the flames from the booby trap!
Tygora then aims 3 quickened scorching rays at her greatest threat – Hakime!
The Emira then flies 30’ to the west, ignoring the flame burning Eadie and THEN tries to hit Squeeze with another three rays.
Dr Mini-me then drops to the ground and breathes a 15' cone of fire catching only Squeeze.
Sifvery: -5/34 prone, bleeding out
Dusk: /58
Hakime: /36
Squeeze: /47
Eadie:
T: - Emmett - Blake
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Forming his hands into claws, he draws them apart with static crackling between them. He flings the static towards Tygora forming a lightning bolt!
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Squeeze's opportunistic bite misses as Sifvery stabilizes on her own!
Fool has a clear shot at the ogre-sized Tygora from her position 15’ in the air.
The witch’s lightning bolt crackles slowly through the dense atmosphere like it's aware of the stakes …
After avoiding THREE scorching rays and swift healing, Hakime returns fire! Her entire barrage SMASHES into the evil outsider like a charging elk.
With Sifvery stable, Toro holds his ground and concentrates, calling down more lightning on Tygora.
The fire trap Squeeze triggered beneath Eadie continues to shoot out flames.
The captive Pathfinder wriggles, screams and squirms away from the worst of the flames.
Sifvery: -5/34 prone, STABLE
Dusk: /58
Hakime: /36
Squeeze: 3/47,
Eadie:
T: - sun beach joe + dirty s
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Wembly will dismount Whiskers and try to revive Sifvery
Lady Sifvery, you must wake UP!
Whiskers sees the impy mephit low to the ground (within reach?)
And will try to pounce the small creature before it flies up again.
No Whiskers! WAIT!
The green cat ignores the gnome and charges across the floor in a bound.
Whiskers
for
Whiskers
for
Whiskers
for
Whiskers
for
Wembly dismounts Whiskers and uses his wand to bring Sifvery back to consciousness.
Left to his own devices, the green cat spies the just-landed small outsider and decides to pounce on it.
“No! Shoo, kitty!” The panicked oread hostage pleads.
“Master Gnome, pray call off your beast before it triggers the trap I’m standing on OR ...”
The oread gapes in horror. "Starts giving Dr Mini-me ideas ..."
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Whiskers mauls Tygora’s jester with both claws. And though steaming plasma pours from its many wounds, the cackling critter remains upright.
• If you remain in contact with the ‘fire-trap’ squares, please roll a Reflex save
Sifvery: 2/34 prone, conscious
Dusk: /58
Hakime: /36
Squeeze: 3/47,
Eadie:
T: - sun beach joe + dsanch
M: Maddx 2 go!
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Fool conceals one hand behind his back and wiggles fingers to summon a snowball, waiting for his opportunity to throw it.
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As Squeeze moves 10’ closer, Tygora raises a leg for an opportunistic slam attack.
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The incredibly valiant serpent collapses beneath the Emira’s feet.
Dusk draws his bow and readies to disrupt Tygora.
The Emira obliges by immediately beginning to direct another trio of quickened scorching rays at Toro.
Unfortunately, the shot flies wide and the rays arc towards Toro!
The Lightning Caller also drops to the Throne Room floor.
Sensing victory, the Emira flies 30’ to the east angling up to gain 5’ of altitude as she scans for Hakime. Once she locates the monkadin, Tygora hurls another three scorching rays in Hakime's direction.
Dr Mini-me withdraws from the fight with Whiskers, into the air 15' to the north.
Sifvery: 2/34 prone, conscious
Dusk: /58
Hakime: /36
Squeeze: /47,
Toro: /50,
Eadie:
T: - sun beach joe + dsanch
M: Eli 2 go!
Wembly rushes to bring Toro back to consciousness.
Tygora is so infuriated that she missed taking down Hakime that she doesn’t notice Dusk looking carefully down an arrow, as he lines up his next shot.
THWAP!
THWAP!
THWAP!
Ahh!
Tygora’s sharp scream is purely reflex, as Dusk’s three arrows tear through her right ear, penetrating deeply into her brain. Instantly dead, she plummets to the tiled floor, like a broken-winged bullfinch.
The final signals the end of the reign of Tygora, First of Her Name, Emira of Cinderfury and Lord Protector of Crystalcrag.
(It also signals the time Fool began calling himself ‘Queenslayer’ after stealing credit for the kill from Dusk.)
The fire-trap roasts the Pathfinder captive some more, but runs out of magical fuel just before the shackled warrior falls unconscious.
Dr Mini-me instantly stops his wicked cackling, and with a friendly Central-Andoran accent announces. “Gang, I surrender to Hakime and Sifvery.”
“I am not predisposed to evil, and would make a ✰✰ Pathfinder recruit. But first, can you help me tend to your snake-pal and Eadie?”
He *winks* “I am a doctor you know.”
Sifvery: 2/34 prone, conscious
Dusk: 26/58
Hakime: 26/36
Squeeze: -11/47 prone, bleeding out
Toro: 1/50 prone, conscious
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"Take that!" he shouts as he pelts her falling corpse with a snowball.
After skillfully finishing off the fire monarch, nearly single- handedly, he then resurrects the Eadie and the Nope using ancient wiccan majicks.
He begrudgingly uses the magic on the captive, Eadie, giving up hope that some deus ex machina would save her.
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As it was later told, "The townsfolk carried Fool on their shoulders through the streets, cheering as they went. The children of the town showered the parade route in flower petals as he was carried to the square and made honorary Mayor!""
"And that was the beginning of the epic saga of Queenslayer Rhonabwy and the Black Dragon, but you all know the rest of the story."
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Dusk immediately moves to bind Squeeze's wounds (assuming Eadie still has that positive 1 hp left).
This can be an assist if mini-me really does try to help.
After no party members are in danger of dying, Dusk stays 10 feet away from the captives, and examines the traps they are standing on.
Take 10 perception = 26.
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Hakime lowers her bow, which had turned to aim at Dr. MiniMe.. "Your surrender is accepted." She detects evil on him just in case, before even considering recommending him as a Pathfinder.
Then she walks over to Squeeze if she can do so without setting off a trap, since no one seems to be stabilizing the snake... and lays hands on him, healing him for damage.
If she can't get to Squeeze yet, she'll wait til Dusk is done with the traps and then do that.
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Sifvery stands up and looks over the mini Dr. creature. She calls upon her powers to detect if he truly is evil, but she accepts his surrender either way.
"You want to be a Pathfinder? First, tell us your story and then we can talk about it. I, for one, believe in redemption, and know many within the Society that have been successful in redeeming themselves."
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Roland stands weakly and grins at the destruction of the tyrant.
He turns to Wembly and the others.
Zhis, my comrades, zhis is what being a Pathfinder is all about. We Explore, Report and especially Cooperate! Well done.
He will rest against the back wall until the ministering of the other injured are addressed.
Dr Mini-me is very careful to stay out of reach of Lhug-mor and Roland as he flies back to the throne to retrieve a set of brass keys that he places respectfully in Hakime’s hands.
“Fit these in the floor locks set in the tiles each captive stands on, and they will neutralize the traps and unshackle your friends, My Lady.”
The small outsider bows to the monkadin with a flourish before flitting over to address Sifvery.
"You want to be a Pathfinder? First, tell us your story and then we can talk about it."
The creature clasps its tiny claws together and gasps with joy. “Nothing would give me more pleasure, Lady Sif!”
“Pray sit down! Make yourself comfortable and I will begin.”
“The party’s hostess, who your man Fool has just slain, known back then simply as ‘Tyg’, strapped a drinks tray to my head while informing me I was a slave-waiter and that now (and always) I would be working for her.”
Mini-me *sighs* dramatically. “I had only made two rounds of the upper deck, when some rebels the Mistress had arranged to be executed by Dust-digger ingestion for the entertainment of her guests, decided they didn’t fancy being eaten alive that day and staged an escape.”
“Unfortunately, this was not before they had blown up Tyg’s ship and slaughtered most of the guests – including the Sultan of the Efreet’s Junior Minister for Civil Aviation, Urban Poverty Alleviation & Good Times, AND the twin daughters of his third favorite (that week) succubus concubine.”
“So with the good ship Party Time joining Tyggie’s reputation on a rapid descent into fiery oblivion, the Mistress did the only sensible thing she could – grabbed hold of her only surviving semi-portable retainer (Yours Truly) and abandoned ship.”
“Now whether the Dawn Flower decided to have a good laugh at our expense, or a panicked mephit crying ‘NOOOOOOOOO!!’ was the key to a one-way gate lying dormant above the maw of a ravenous desert predator, I cannot say ...”
“But next thing I know, Tyg and I are being spewed out of twin erupting volcanoes on this freezing patch of the Prime, your colleague - that peerless pillar of piety Lady Lorelendral (who isn’t half bad with an egg-whisk either!) informs me you folks call the Zho Mountains.”
“Now that was nigh on a millennium ago and since then, throughout Little Tyg’s breathtaking rise to the office of Emira of Cinderfury, I have been sitting on her right shoulder, like the living conscience of a wooden puppet come to life, trying to talk her out of her more … mischievous plans and policy decisions. And may I say, my lack of success in this area is a constant source of shame and deep regret.”
Mini-me looks over at the released captives with a rueful smile. “So if during our brief time together, I said or did anything to hurt the feelings of our valued guests, I wish to sincerely apologize and point out that I took no pleasure in it. Indeed, I share your pain of being a victim of the Emira’s orders.”
He bows.
A quick check with detect evil reveals (incredibly) the creature is not inherently evil.
"Perhaps you can spend some time at the temple of Sarenrae in Absalom. Her followers have an affinity with fire, and they know all about redemption."
“Capital idea, Lord Double-Slice! May I call you ‘Lord Double-Slice?’”
Dr Mini-me leans his head closer to the elven slayer. “Though I trust the Sarenraens of Fair Absalom have a more *ahem* enlightened attitude to pesh, hash and other party favors, than the one that most of Her Qadiran followers possess?”
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Lore wriggles free of her confinement as soon as it is safe to do so, though the fire alone wasn't enough to make her fear for her life, she was terrified of what it might do to her friends. She runs over to Eadie and wraps her arms around her as she channels to heal her
"Oh, I am so sorry, little sister," she cries as she hugs her... which might sound a bit ridiculous to the newer Pathfinders as Lore is the little one of the two physically. "I'm so glad you're not dead... Oh wait!" she runs over to Tygora's corpse and kicks it as hard as she can. "That's for making me hate cooking... for you, anyway... I've never hated cooking in my life until now.. biatch!" Then she runs over to each of the other ex-prisoners and checks them, especially Lhug, who seemed to have taken the brunt of the savagery. If necessary, she'll channel again. Then back to Eadie... Standing beside her sister... she turns to the party and says,
"Before we separate, I would love to concoct for you the finest meal you have ever had... but not quite yet, as there is much to do here... the death of Tygora is going to leave a power vacuum and you've got to return the Oread prisoner to home, family and city... and perhaps aid the council and the city restore some order. The word has to get out that Tygora is dead and her rule and it's policies are over."
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Wembly pipes up as Lore mentions cooking.
"Wow! So you are the gnome chef? I am Wembly. Have we met before? I thought you might have been killed when we saw burned bodies next to a small chef outfit. I am glad you are still alive. Well I mean I am glad we are all alive. Except for her that is. I can't say I am sad about that. She was not very nice. ."
He motions to Tygora for the last sentence.
"So when do we eat?."