[PFS] Your Year of the Shadow Lodge (Inactive)

Game Master Yours is mined

No matter what he's calling himself this minute, Charvion has no comeback from that last point Torvald made.

The madman's body dissolves around the battle cleric's longspear, into a misty entropic morass that oozes and twists through the air on its way out of the final room.

If the Pathfinders bother following, they see the ectoplasmic soup being sucked through the closed creases into the cage of soul echoes. It seems Charvion's final reward is purgatory, as his immortal soul is blown about in some ethereal hell.

It's been a most interesting day for six individual Pathfinders AND for the Society as a whole. The damage to lives and relationships that can be wrought by the actions of a single a$£#@!€ has been on display for an entire community to witness and judge.

But so too has the courage, skill and determination of those not about to let that ... EVIL best them. Sacrifices were made and tempers were tested, but six strangers came together to stare down a dragon, safeguard each other and prove the Pathfinder Society can be MUCH more than a backdrop for violence and plunder.

That's pretty cool.

And worthy of being proven again sometime...

Thank-you, lines-women. Thank-you, ball boys. Hope everyone had fun!

Henry lets out a sigh as he lowers his sword. "Well done. That fella had written his own fate though. Such a shame. But the Society is safe now, what?"

Diri exhales, relaxing for the first time since the Passion.

"I hypothesize the Society as a whole learned a significant quantity this evening and while the casualties have been kept to a local minimum in regards to large-scale attacks of both draconic and subversive natures and their capacity to destruction therein the imminent improvements to both security and accountablilty learned in a situation such as this can inspire...," Diri trails off, visions of an algorithm to test whether any Pathfinder is or isn't secretly a Shadow Lodge member brewing in her head.

My thanks my friends, we have lost many of our brothers and sisters today but this attack has demonstrated that we will stand together against our enemies, that we are in truth a family, despite our occasional differences.

Now however, I think I shall go and get very, very drunk..., he pauses, who's with me? I hear that Drandle Dreng hides the good stuff in the cellars

"Aye, it is to zheir memory we will drink tonight good Torvald. I am with you and any others willing to join us."

Calistan nods to the crew and, with a smile, summons his Astral Caravan. He looks questioningly at the group to see if they require a lift, but seeing that they all seem to have a grasp on their direction, he disappears into the ether.