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Maud will attack whichever enemy Cevrik gives her flanking with (looks like Hobgoblin from the map)
(Bludgeoning, Lethal or Nonlethal)
Between Maud's elemental fists and Carlin's magic missiles, Gaspar collapses to the ground. A pool of blood forms at his feet as he lies helplessly in the sand.
The remaining hobgoblins looks scared and try to run off.
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[u]Round 2[/u]
Green (-11 hp)
Willard (10/10 hp)
Cevrik (10/12 hp)
Mr. Dumplington (16/21)
Red
Blue
Gaspar
Carlin (17/17 hp)
Maud (13/21 hp)
Purple (-11 hp)
Orange
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Maud kicks a hobgoblin in the rear as it runs away...
...and yells after them "...and that's the power of friendship!"
Then looks back down at the somewhat melted Taldan ex-knight and ponders whether the rest of the caravan would like to face down their traitor again or if she should let nature take its course with this one.
And Maud kicks the hobgoblin to the ground. His head hits a rock and he loses consciousness.
The hobgoblin that Willard points at starts shaking in his boots watching his companions get murdered one by one.
Following his lead, Mr. Dumplington charges the fleeing hobgoblin. But the bear slips in the sand. His jaws bite down on the air inches away from the hobgoblin's back.
The hobgoblin wearing a red shirt starts jogging north, he doesn't want to die. ()
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[u]Round 2[/u]
Green
Willard (10/10 hp)
Cevrik (10/12 hp)
Mr. Dumplington (16/21)
Red (off screen)
Blue
Gaspar
Carlin (17/17 hp)
Maud (13/21 hp)
Purple (-11 hp)
Orange
The hobgoblin doesn't surrender, instead continues to flee. Carlin did warn him though as two missile fly into his back and he falls to the ground.
Searching the body of Gaspar, you find half-plate, a masterwork heavy steel shield, a bastard sword, and a belt pouch with 45 gp. The hobgoblins have nothing of note.
Once the djinn takes care of all the rest of the hobgoblins, Jamila approaches the Pathfinders. "Thank you for that. You may have guess that I am a janni. I have known Targos Min-Katheer for over 40 years, serving as both an ally and sometimes lover to the heroic Pathfinder.". She sighs before continuing, "We two had stumbled upon a plot by parties unknown to cripple Qadira's economy by disrupting trade along the Silken Way. We narrowed it down to a few local merchants, but Targos began feeling the effects of his advanced age after suffering from heart pains and decided he would be ineffective in completing the mission.".
Jamila smiles at the thought of Targos. "By agreement, rather than allowing Targos to slowly dwindle away from his ailments, I gave him a dose of venom from a desert scorpion, and the famed venture-captain peacefully passed on to the afterlife. We felt the chances were great that the plotter would use the event of the trade route protector's death to launch his plot. As such, we ensured that all of the suspected merchants would be on the same caravan on which Targos's body would travel with his Pathfinder escorts."
"Truthfully, I thought Hokama might be the plotter. But it turns out it was Gaspar. He murdered his partner, paid off those harpies you fought, and secretly hired a band of desert brigands."
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I admit I had my doubts Jamila that Gaspar was behind it all, I'd thought perhaps it was a ruse. But this does make it plain. It may have been useful to clue us into the plan? Maybe next time. Willard laughs. Of course we knew of your heritage, but it was no secret last time we met either, if I recall correctly. pausing a moment, Why do you think Gaspar did this? His animosity from years of conflict in Qadira?
Turning back to Carlin and Maud, he asks, Wait, did we know it was Gaspar all along? Am I just catching up now? Oh my head hurts... the Ulfen laments, scratching his head under the desert wrap he's wearing.
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Well, at least the mongrel paid for his evil deeds. And we did know that you are a janni...the others figured that out. I'm glad that Targos went to the next world on his own terms. Waiting to die would be terrible. A small mercy... carlin says a bit sadly.
Now...can we get this camel train back in motion? I've got sand where it shouldn't be and I would really like a nice cold bath...and a fruity drink as well. Shall we?
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Maud helps finish the combat by casually shoving a few of the remaining Hobgoblins into the whirling path of destruction that is the air djinn.
"Well I for one had no idea who the guilty party was until Gaspar revealed himself to be the traitor. It's sad though... I actually liked Mahmoud and his weird little exaggerations." she sighs, then chuckles softly to herself as she remembers "You trample on my honor like the fleas of a thousand angry camels with an offer at that price!"
The rest of the trip the Katheer is uneventful. Upon arriving in Katheer, Targos Min-Katheer is given a hero's funeral attended by many Pathfinders (including some of the Ten), as well as notables from the satrap's court and a few genie-kin from the deep desert. Jamila claims Gaspar's wares as compensation for the dangers he placed her caravan under, but will gracefully giver her ring of djinni summoning over to the Pathfinder Society.
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One more for the books, guys. Hey, you want to stick around for a day or so? I can finally show you the city. And hopefully my mother isn't too busy. But first, we need a drink...I know just the place. Has the best fruit concoctions...and cold. They have an enchanted box that makes ice...and they chip chunks out of it and put them in the drinks...takes the edge off the heat a bit...