Sandpoint;
Hell, you got any ideas, I'm all ears. I know I wasn't put on Golarion to make my way on account of my thinking prowess.
I drop towers on big monsters. It doesn't take much wit."
Magnimar
The subtleties of Illes' political views are lost on the hellknights. However, his spell is more direct, and another hellknight falls to the floor, retching and disorientated.
He gets up and stretches. "Ah well, it's been a long day, and plenty more of those to come. Goodnight, Sir Hudak."
Genitalmen of the road:
Will save
The hellknight recoils as the medusa mask begins to writhe, but he averts his gaze in time. But his sword shatters in his hand as Vethran's spell takes effect. He gawps at the hilt and stump of blade for a moment, and then begins a hasty retreat.
On the road again:
ON THE SHOANTI ROAD
Suddenly there is a scream - a man, in mortal terror - and then a bestial roar. Someone yells, "To arms! It's the Sandpoint Devil!"
"Illes! Can you suggest to these gentlemen that it would be wise to remain here in the inn for awhile until we are gone in the interest of public safety. I am rapidly running out of nonlethal means... and things might get ugly."
Camlo never sleeps well outside of a towns walls....
Road warriors:
Shoanti Thunder:
Magnificent in Magnimar
Illes kneels down to look at the Hellknight on the floor, "Relax. It shouldn't have come to this, but here we are. You should be embarrassed. If I were you I'd go directly to the Silken Whip, request Ulag the Leatherbound, and ask to be punished for the rest of the day. I think you'll find a sort of clarity in his ministrations and feel much better about this whole mess afterward."
"Yes, I must be punished," says the hellknight, as he begins to get up and leave.
** spoiler omitted **
Camlo stands up, and starts moving towards the commotion, keeping his eyes open, and getting his daggers straightened out.
Runnin with th' Devil
He looks like a kid at Christmas, with the promise of the Sandpoint Devil's presence shrieked against the wind.
North Road shenanigans:
The nauseated hellknight crawls out after his companion. The last one glares murderously through the bubble of force that encloses him.
The Hell out of Dodge:
The elf turns to the cowering staff of the inn. “Remember what you have seen here. These Hellknights drew weapons against us without provocation, and struck to injure or kill while we chose to spare their foolish lives.” She then turns towards the trapped Hellknight captain and blows him a kiss. “You remember that too,” she says, then turns with the others and heads quickly upstairs to throw her gear into her pack. She makes sure no one is lurking around near their rooms before she speaks.
“I can carry the polearm, for a short while,” she says in a low voice. “Vethran, if you can teleport us out, I think perhaps Sandpoint may be best in the short term. Perhaps we can find our companions and warn them they are hunted. It may not do to appear in the middle of town though, a secluded place would be better, for the Hellknights will be looking for us soon enough, and will likely venture there with questions at some point. Do you recall Foxglove Manor? Specifically the area just outside the building, by the well. Perhaps there would be a good destination. Beyond that we can consider Riddleport or Kaer Maga as a market.”
We’ll lock or barricade the door, pack very quickly, grab the polearm, hold hands and Vethran can whisk us away to his house in Sandpoint.
Vethran hastily returns to the room upstairs, piling his effects into the bag of holding, including the new scrying mirror and the alchemical workshop supplies. Once the group had assembled everything and Elisile gripped the massive polearm securely, Vethran shouldered the magic sack, placed his hands on his companions, and uttered a single phrase of arcane power whilst drawing to mind the image of his home in Sandpoint...
The adventurers step outside, to be greeted with delight and disbelief. The other Heroes of Sandpoint are now in town. They find out from the townspeople they have missed Hudak, Alwyn and Camlo by mere hours. They have set off towards Riddleport as part of a caravan, taking the road north. Given the pace the wagons will set, a hard ride should have the party reunited by nightfall.
Ex Magnimar:
"Stow the polearm underneath my mattress for now... say, Illes, you don't suppose the Sczarnetti here in Sandpoint would be willing to buy the polearm off us for resale elsewhere do you? I'm sure they'd ask for a finder's fee or something in exchange, but it would save us the trouble of lugging this thing all over Avistan looking for a buyer while we're on the lamb."