PbP PFS Gameday VI CORE: 7-25 Orders from the Gate [5-9] (Inactive)

Game Master GM Aarvid

"Did you see that? Wow, I mean, just... wow. Well, I believe we have truly seen that Hellknights and Pathfinders can work together for the common good. "

Pyra calls back to Signifier Karva when asked to off, and then will agree with Taerel: "Yes, comrades can be found in all places it seems! Honor bound ones too..."

Looking at all the death and damage to the land: "This is what happens when one is not a faithful observer of the right Gods!".

Pyra had 2 Lesser Restorations prepared, so can use on D'lack

Lem is very happy and smiles. "I will make an epic out of this, an epic, for generations of town bards to sing!"

If that's not enough, Beorin will prepare Lesser Restorations.
"The power released was something incredible. No doubt what would have happened if we had failed. Gather around and let me channel healing energies into all of you."

Lem looks at the dirty clothes, this is the worst he got more less. But he shrugs and moves close to Beorin!

*** Prologue ***

The Pathfinders and Hellknights, seemingly mostly unscathed by the aftermath rise and begin healing the wounded before marching out.

It takes over half a day to get to the base of the Temple of the Sky, a naturally carved structure nestled at the top of a rocky mountaintop some four hundred feet or so above where you now stand. once there, Signifier Karva gathers her Hellknights and swiftly begins to order them around. "We will make camp here, as I suspect we are all tired, if not exhausted by our efforts. Myself and a group of Hellknights will guard the approach from any intruders. Your temple is still standing, thus we can only hope for the best. Hellknight Stromsel, Signifier Rulla, you will accompany the Pathfinders. Should you find any tattooed orcs, terminate them."

The journey upward is mercifully short, but the effects of hours without proper sleep is taking it's toll on all of you. The path becomes a passageway within the mountain, separated from the outside by a few inches of granite. As you arrive to the temple proper, the stone changes to white. Dark clouds kiss the edge of the platform, with one side hanging over a deep ravine you went around earlier to get to the mountain's base. Chill winds blow fiercely, seeming at times to carry angry whispers. The spirits of this temple are angry. And with good reason. Twenty or so pillars lie toppled and broken. Many orcs lie crushed or burnt by electrical energy.Only the altar seems to have emerged intact.

The orcs have taken their toll.

"Pathfinders?" almost shouts Hellknight Bee over the furiously blowing wind. "I don't think whatever is left up here is very happy with people in general. I think we should go down!". You cannot help but agree, deep down inside. There is nothing left here for the Society at the moment. Upon returning back down, Signifier Karva is informed by her Hellknights. And she does not seem very pleased by the news. "I will mention the depth of your loss in my report, Pathfinders. We are deeply in your debt."

***A week later***

Back in Magnimar, you find yourselves being debriefed by Zarta Dralneen and Venture Captain Sheila Heidmarch. "A shame about that Temple. Who knows what power is would have provided us with" muses the Society's archivist as she plays footsies with Taerel. However..." she trails off, looking at Lady Heidmarch to take on over. The venture-captain nods in silent agreement. "Yes, this was an excellent long-term play. Perhaps we will all benefit from this. In the meantime, your destruction of the so-named "He-Who-Peels-Flesh" certainly has put a positive spin on the Society's sometimes... undeserved reputation."

*** end ***

"For Sarenrae, the Silver Crusade and the Society!"

On their way "home" D'lack continues his conversation with Signifer Rulla talking about the Scarab Sage and trying to convince her to join the group of likeminded individuals.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

But he doesn't find the right words to convince her.

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