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That is correct. It may have been lost a bit in a spoiler about the spell, but his flesh literally ripped from his bones and became the swarms. His skeleton, and most of his gear, simply fell to the ground. It soon becomes clear after Alan attacks, that neither his defensive stance nor his attacks matter, as destroying one or two of the thousands of ants (and now also spiders) does nothing. However, they didn't seem to like either the negative energy bomb or the vial of liquid flame.
ROUND 3
Ravenmantle () and Alan (-4/+3THP)
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Caggrigar (0/A-36/S0)
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Xiaobo (-22) and Dragorin ()

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If only I had invested in a swarmbane clasp!
The Ravenmantle quickly assesses his options and failing to come up with a better one stows his bow on his back and draws forth an alchemist's fire from his things.
That's a move and a standard.

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NOW IT ENDS! Dragorin calls as he moves forward and presents his holy symbol once again.
If Caggrigar is still with in in 30-35 ft of Dragorin:
5ft steps and Double Channel w/ selective & quick
Damage 1: 7d6 ⇒ (2, 5, 3, 3, 2, 4, 6) = 25 DC 23 Will save for Half
Damage 2: 7d6 ⇒ (6, 1, 2, 5, 6, 3, 5) = 28 DC 23 Will save for Half
If Caggrigar moves but is still less than 50ft away Dragorn:
Moves 20ft towards him and channels once, see Damage 1 above.
If Caggrigar moves further than 50ft away, Dragorin:
Hurls a Fireball at him.
Damage: 10d6 ⇒ (2, 3, 6, 1, 4, 3, 3, 2, 3, 6) = 33 fire DC 18 Reflex for half

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Ouch, not even going to roll. I had a large post yesterday that got eaten as Paizo was down. :(
Dragorin, Xiaobo, and Ravenmantle manage to destroy the two swarms just in time to save Alan from a very inglorious death. (I think it was like 6d8 + something else + poison automatic damage.)
The last retched remains of the swarm return to the skeleton, reforming flesh and stitching back in muscle as the man, Carrigar returns. Surrounded, naked, and alone, he knows he stands no chance, and drops to his knees, begging you not to kill him.
He promises you anything he can offer, sincerely, knowing that upon his death, his soul, that shriveled, darkened husk, but a soul nonetheless instantly becomes his Demonlord master's, and he is in for an eternity of torment for his "services".
I'll leave that to you, though I imagine if you decide to spare him, he is gagged, bound, and you have taken all of his gear.
He tosses you a small sack, insisting that the Prophecies are there. Opening it, the sack seems as empty as it feels, but he swears there are there, and tells you to turn it inside out. Doing so releases all of the items held within, in some sort of magical hidden space, and hundreds of books fall out, as well as a small assortment of other treasures, all worthy of returning to the Society.
With your mission complet, you make the return journey through the wastes of the Worldwound without further incident, avoiding roaming demons and avoiding the harshest of the environment’s elements. Upon your return to the safety of Nerosyan, you are welcomed back by Venture-Captain Thurl, who congratulates you on being the only party sent by the Decemvirate to survive the Worldwound, much less reach Storasta.
He quickly ensures the Sarkorian Prophecy is well preserved and prepares it for transport back to Absalom. During this time, he asks many questions about Caggrigar, hinting at the possibility of the demon worshipper being tied to one of the false Shadow Lodge cells still unaccounted for and specifically, focusing on his cultish fervor.
Over the course of several months, the Pathfinder Society’s most accomplished diviners, archivists, and researchers (as well as yourelves should you like) pore over the recovered Sarkorian Prophecy for information. While they discover an astonishing number of correct predictions up to 4606 ar, the year of Aroden’s death, no events after that year have come to pass, and many contradict the actual flow of history entirely. Despite the inability for the Decemvirate to trust the accuracy of the document for future events, its retrieval nevertheless provides the Society with an incredible boon, sure to shed
light on any number of historical happenings.
The End