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Isra and Knab dodge out of the way before any real damage
Isra's attempts to strike miss and Burnyhands sticks out his tongue.
Purple goblin is in a target rich environment and starts swinging in every direction. One strike nearly lands on Isra, the third strike slashes Knab across the arm quite violently. The goblin then focuses on isra once again but misses again!
Goblin fight, goblin might! Round 5: Bold May Act
Thork (0 hp, Dying 1)
Tsu (-2, need reflex save)
Knab (-10, sickened 1)
Hornietelle (-6, prone)
Rikki
Goblin BurnyHands(Red) (-13)
Isra (+3)
Goblin (Purple) (-3)
Tsu manages to dodge out of the way from BurnyHands fire without so much as a single singed thread on her clothes.
She then begins a flurry of fury at BurnyHands but she feels her aim is off and tries to correct it. Unfortunately it was too late and Tsu narrowly misses BurnyHands on the first punch. After that she hit the air a few times.
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Thork groans in a cute little lizardy way on the ground, but seems to be over the worst of it. Happy with this, Rikki moves to stand opposite from Isra, focusing his ire on the Purple Goblin.
"Alreet, ya little gobsh*te, i've had more than enough of you." he declares, thrusting forward with his blade.
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Hornietelle gets up from the pool, her clothes signed and wet through, they cling to her elven form, showing her curves. In another time this might have been erotic, but not in the middle of this conflagration. She turns to see Knab, badly injured and sends Calistra's blessing to the unbeliever, it mattered not whether he believed, it was Hornietelle's relationship with the Savoured Sting that mattered.
HPs 8 of 14
Hero Points 1
Divine Font 2 0f 4 used
Focus Points 0 of 1 used
Focus Spells: Charming Touch
Todays Cantrips: Guidance, Forbidding Ward, Light, Prestidigitation, Shield
Todays Spells: 1 - Magic Weapon, Sanctuary
Spell +6, DC=16
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Knab rolls his eyes as Hornietelle manages to turn putting out a fire into some bizarre call to worship of her deity. A moment later she heals him, nipping his verbal rebellion in the bud.
The nerve!
Never-the-less, he joins her in the fountain - but Not to show off his dwarfy frame! - instead, to position himself to strike at both remaining goblins with his clan dagger - having had nothing but tough luck so far, hoping it'll turn around.
◆) Stride (through difficult terrain)
◆◆) Clan's Edge (Strike/Strike/Parry)
Rikki slices into the purple goblin and put's an end to his existence. Knab similarly strikes the remaining BurningHands goblin and cut him to pieces.
Having scared the Mob away, and eliminated some goblins who seemed keen on stopping you, you're able to walk through town and find the statue of the petrified whistleblower. Eando Kline provided a greater salve of antiparalysis to use on the petrified whistleblower which restores them to their normal self. They seem wary of trusting anyone and insist on speaking with the leadership at the Grand Lodge before divulging any info to the group.
The group returns to the Grand Lodge and reports their findings to the various leaders. Each of the leaders seem enthusiastic with the groups findings and feel that the group did an exceptional job in their tasks.
Janira Gavix races down the hall, her blond hair flying in her excitement. “I just heard you made it back—congratulations! It sounds like everything went, well, about as well as anyone could expect. Come with me, I have something for each of you.”
The halfling woman leads the way into a small office and distributes finely crafted wooden boxes. Within each, a gleaming compass lid emblazoned with the Glyph of the Open Road and an engraved name lies upon a cushion of silk. “I’m not sure if you’ve picked up your own wayfinders yet, but when you do, you should have ones that prove that you belong. Now it’s official,” she beams. “Welcome to the Pathfinder Society!”
Reporting:
Tavvar Hamavsi was invited to work with the society (Box A)
Primary Objectives:
The group completed all 4 missions and in doing so earned 2 fame and 2 reputation
Secondary Objectives
The group accomplished at least 3 of the following and earned 2 fame and 2 reputation.
• Successfully occupy at least three of the four non–
faction leader NPCs at the party.
• Nonviolently pacify the fleshforge creature in
encounter A2.
• Disable the ritual in encounter B5 without Tavvar or
any of her assistants perishing.
• Learn the original owners’ illicit actions in Part 4. The
most likely way for the PCs to achieve this objective is
by locating their hidden writings in area C3.
• Disperse the crowd in encounter D without resorting
to violence.
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Knab holds his tiny compass lid in his large hand, looking down at it skeptically. Not wanting to spoil the mood, he smiles meekly if Janira looks his direction - displaying a grinning array of neglected teeth - and wonders to himself if it was all worth it.
When the party is over and noone is looking, he tosses it into the street gutter(!), and decides upon his own commemoration...
First, he bids farewell to his allies. A stern handshake for Rikki Redbraid and Tsuyol - "An honor to work with such honorable dwarves as yourselves. Let us make our ancestors proud!". A pat on the back for Isra "You did well old chap, keeping up with us dwarves. I would gladly be amongst your company again. You bring honor to your kind." Finally, Knab approaches Hornietelle cautiously, unsure of what to say, and perhaps out of his own inability to properly express himself, reaches around to give her a brotherly hug, a single tear welling within his good eye.
Awkwardly, his sudden departure opens a tangible silence amidst those remaining, perhaps cueing the parting of ways for all.
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Later, Knab is sitting in a hot tub of soapy water frowning, and reluctantly scrubbing his back with a medium-length brush, feet sticking out on either side. This is his first bath ever... since becoming a Pathfinder. He decides he will also take one next year, whether he needs it or not.
When that is over, he heads over to the Parlor down the street. An artist is busy permanent-inking the back of another patron. Knab describes the job to the clerk there. And having scheduled an appointment the following day, he gets some special ointments and blades applied to his arms, commemorating his adventures with a couple clean scars on his skin as though notches on a belt - counting off and recording his first escapades in this new chapter of his long life...
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As Knab is patting Isra on the back, he turns around and gives his shoulders a squeeze.
"Nay, my friend, it is you who bring honour to us all. Indeed, it would please me to serve with each of you again. I must thank you all for suffering my stubbornness. I'm proud of what we have accomplished together. I can only hope that Pharasma is pleased with my work."
He places his hand, in turn, on the shoulders of Tsu, Rikki, and Hornietelle (perhaps lingering a little longer on the elf's). "Farewell, my friends!"
He smiles as he walks away. The smile soon fades and the deathly fatigue tightens its grip. Mother of Souls, let me win this fight for you, as I did once before...
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As they meet with Janira and the deeds they've done are debriefed, Tsu asks, "What's gonna happen to Stitchy? No one's gonna hurt him or anything, are they? He's a sweet boy. He can stay with me if you need someone to watch him."
And later, after everything is finished and the party is preparing to split up and head their own ways, Tsu says her farewells to Isra, Knab, Rikki, and Thork. Then Tsu approaches Hornietelle and says, "I...I wanted to thank you. You...taught me a lot. About faith and...other stuff. And I...I love you!" and she throw herself towards the Elf wrapping her arms around her in a hug. Then, stepping back for a moment, she collects herself, drops to one knee, and says, "Hornietelle, my beloved, would you...will you be my wife? I know you still have to do your Calistria...stuff and all...and that's fine, I just...I love you."
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Hornietelle returns to the party, having looked as though she hasn't even been anywhere but to rest and prepare herself, the fresh smell of perfume surrounds her. The air burst full of the smell of the forest in early morn
As you all circle amongst the Venture Captains, she rather condescendingly says to Gorm Greathammer, "These, my companions on the tasks set before us, performed heroically as I would have expected, upholding the name and reputation of the Pathfinders. In protecting me, they were able to receive the benefits of Calistria's blessings. I am proud to have passed the challenges you placed before me and been officially accepted into the Pathfinder organisation. After my blessing from Calistra, this is truly a momentous day." She smiles, and with a flick of her long hair nods to the Venture Captain of the Great Archive.
After the party is over, she kisses Isra gently on the cheek, "Our temple is always open to soothe your aches and pains, as Pharesma is to aid the coming and going of life. You are always welcome my friend." With that she turns and touches her 'Sting', just as Knab approaches and hugs her, she staggers backward one step to regain her composure. Her hands, despite herself, grab around the dwarf's shoulders, and she softly says "Friend" as a tear rolls down Knab's cheek. She lets go, smiling after him as he turns and leaves. Who knows what fate has in stock for the non-believer, maybe he will feel Calistria's passion pull him to us.
Receiving a big hug from Tsu with words that come tumbling out of the dwarf, Hornietelle cools the embrace, pushing her ever so slightly away, to quench the flames of passion shown by Tsu. "Tsu, my little protector, Calistria has touched you and calls you to her temple to give your gifts to her. You have played you part, I thank you, but love is not within me to return. If it did, it would be impossible, for now we are Pathfinders, destined for our own paths." She takes out a handkerchief and dabs her phantasm tears, as she lays a hand on Tsu's shoulder. "Should fate bring us together again, know I will trust and honour you. Now our ways must part." She takes a step back and stands above the dwarven woman, looking into the distance, her mind and eyes already moving to the next thing fate will throw at her.
She nods to Rikki, "I am happy your friend was saved, the gods looked kindly on you. Let the fates know we have achieved success and overcome together. Should we meet again, we shall succeed again."
Hornietelle smooths down her clothes, ensuring the creases fall out of her robes. She is ready to serve Calistria and gain power with the Pathfinders.
When the party is over and noone is looking, he tosses it into the street gutter(!), and decides upon his own commemoration..
Gorm Greathammer ignores Hornietelle's condescending words and reaffirms a job well done to everyone with a nearly infectious smile.
Janira responds to Tsu, "Well, it seems Stitchy as you call him was smuggled into the city. We'll see if he can help us figure out who or what is behind this. But otherwise he seems friendly enough and has his own free will. Maybe he'll be in the next waave of initiates! If only he could talk..." She deliberates with herself for a moment, "I hear Bjersig Torrsen has been working on an improved hand signals. Maybe that could help...Yes, yes, I'm sure we'll find something for him if he chooses to stay!"
As the group walks out, some moments later, an aid from the lodge comes running down Isra, "Excuse me, we heard that you were ill! Let me take you to the recovery ward and we'll get that fixed up in no time!"
Inside there are several of the lodge's doctors that spend the next eight hours tending to Isra's zombie rot. They chuckle and one comments "It's not the first time this has happened, and certainly won't be the last I'm sure!"