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“1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-14-15-16.”
Just before the succubus falls, Luisila grins mischievously. “Whoa! Our stoic paladin has just strung sixteen words together in your honor, Go-Go.”
“Perhaps you two should get a room?”
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Once the succubus drops, Luisila spontaneously converts a liberating command to CLW for herself, before rushing over to the dreaded gazebo to check on Faelyn.
“Brother Wei, will you please give me a taloned hand to make sure that he’s OK?”
Luisila *casts* break enchantment, unbreakable heart and cure moderate wounds on the male half-elf, as she reassures him.
“We’ll have you back with Lady Dyrianna before you can say ‘bondage.’”
“Now, about that serving girl.” The priestess shakes her head in mock admonishment. “Didn’t your mother ever warn you about fast girls with bat wings?”
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Wei will glance at the remaining combatants on the field as Luisila goes about checking out her fellow follower of the Savored Sting.
The third alu-demonette might look like it needs some more attention, perhaps.
"You have tipped the vessel of knowledge, student. Perhaps there is still time for you to learn."
And then warily he slaps her with a palm to the backside of her head.
After that is done, he will move over to aid Luisila with her physical examination of the acolyte/servant/whathaveone.
"It's not like he knew of the wings... Or DID he?"
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With the death of the succubus, Faelyn snaps out of his fugue.
"Oh...what? I was...she was..." He trails off as he blinks and massages his temples.
As word spreads throughout the estate that the villainess and her party have been defeated, Lady Dyrianna proudly marches out to the party, embracing Faelyn, then giving him a passionate kiss that would be scandalous from anyone aside from Calistria's Head Hetaera. She turns to the party, pulling off a ring, her medallion, and Faelyn's necklace.
"Have these trinkets as a thanks for rescuing my dear companion. I shall have my treasurer send you all a small pitance of gold for your trouble."
Zruuka--for that was the name of the dandasuka--carries a book of poetry written in Infernal that chronicles much of his history with Samivashti. Long before Samivashti allied with Tancred Desmire, she spent centuries wandering Golarion’s many strange lands, lingering in Vudra, where she first encountered the dandasuka rakshasa Zruuka. Samivashti served Zruuka’s master, a powerful rakshasa named Alavranushva, before later slaying the common rakshasa by draining its life force. Then, more as a curiosity than a sincere interest, the succubus invited Zruuka to join her in her travels. Centuries later, Samivashti and Zruuka remain companions and enthusiastic paramours who rely on each other’s different philosophical outlooks to better spy on and understand others. Though many of the poems are merely expressive insights into Zruuka’s and Samivashti’s murderous deeds, they also recount—in very lurid detail—the pair’s long, twisted love affair. In addition, Zruuka wears a small fortune in gold rings, bejeweled piercings, and precious gems.
Major Colson Maldris takes the succubus's corpse and dramatically tosses it upon the dinner table in front of all the remaining dinner guests, and Lady Gloriana Morilla quickly capitalizes on the debacle as proof that the Worldwound’s reach is too great to be ignored.
Thanks to the Pathfinder's outstanding efforts to make the Society's case and the chilling example of the succubus's infiltration, the resolution to fund the expedition into the Worldwound is a smashing success.
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Conan ends his furious rage and his draconic appearance subsides to normal, leaving the red-haired warrior breathing hard and leaning a few moments upon his blade. "...ooooggg. Deeds of daring are not so well done, after a rich feast..."
Conan collects his scroll of 'jokes' with a rueful smile. "I HAD A GREAT JOKE lined up if I'd GOTTEN TO USE THIS on her. It goes: a blind oracle walks into a bar... then a stool... then the wall....!"
Crickets are heard to chirp, in said garden. Conan looks mournful then puts away his scroll, and his sword.
He heartily shakes the hands of his fellow agents, and claps them on the back with bowling-over force.
"MY FRIENDS! Truly it was a glorious adventure. I am pleased to have served with each of you and to have VANQUISHED EVIL TOGETHER. I hope and trust that someday we shall SALLY FORTH AGAIN. --Ah, LUISILA, let me return your potion. I must remember to PURCHASE ONE OF MY OWN. Now then, about that autograph...."
To the words of Colson Maldris, Conan nods very seriously and then sharply salutes. "SIR, YES SIR. I STAND READY."
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As the combat settles down and the group is secured, Wei moves to check the perimeter to verify that no other threats are present, and slowly calm down from the encounter. He might even be shaking a bit, which is a new thing for him.
Oddly enough, the tengu requests a copy of the book of the poems for the Iroran temple in Absalom.
"It is through knowledge gained that we learn. Even things we do not wish to learn improve us. Especially those of different philosophies."
After a brief glance at some of the writing he'll glance to Luisila.
"I suspect, Sister Luisila, that your faith will ALSO gain in knowledge from these writings. The one on the tenth page is... exceptionally graphic and acrobatic in depiction."
When he returns he'll glance to Colson and Conan. He doesn't fall over under the back-slap from Conan, though he does wobble a bit.
"I was not being vague when I was mentioning the paths one must walk. As an Eagle Knight and the Valiant Wing of Andoran, I am obligated to return and help those astray see the light of their path. Whether they choose to follow the needs of the many versus the needs of the self is not my choice, but theirs. Also... Here's your blade back, Major. It has given me some things to contemplate, and while it was tremendously useful here, may be a hint of possible tyranny in and of itself. Thank you."
Luisila then gets a glance.
"However, before such a trip can take place, I must discuss at length with Sister Luisila about matters of religion, learning, and the Self. Hopefully there's enough time for this?"
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"We haven't had much time to speak about the Savored Sting, the Master of Masters, or how they relate to a given being in this world. Sure, we've exchanged the brief polite pleasantries, but I suspect that despite the extremes that those who would show us insight adhere to, that the truth of life is a lot closer to the between of the paths than the edge?"
The tengu places his hand on the top of his head.
"My apologies, this is hardly the place to have such an educational conference. We should meet privately, so those that would be bored by such chatter can go back to doing things they might appreciate more?"
As to the comment about the book, the tengu nods politely and respectfully.
"Absolutely for research purposes. Page seven's poetry is markedly close to a 'stress position' that initiates are given to hone their minds and sharpen their wills."
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"My apologies, this is hardly the place to have such an educational conference."
“Well what are we waiting for, Wei Ji?” Luisila links arm and wing with the tengu. “Let’s grab whoever else wants to go and move this party to the Frothing Alembic, Winking Cyclops or Saucy Wench.”
She *winks* “Bet you can’t guess which tavern is my fave.”
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“Thank-you for your Jack Hancock, Conan.” The priestess casts a learned eye over the autograph’s looping script.
“It will make a totally fab basis for a tattoo keepsake of this evening's events.”
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Kalendir removes his mask to show a serene smooth face of an elf. He loosely smiles.
I apologize if I have been harsh. Demons have killed my family. I have spent decades traveling back and forth from the Worldwound tryingto abolish all that I can. This.. He points his bow at the succubus ...was by far the strongest I have faced.
It is not that I have little time for pleasantries. It is that I am focused on my goal and wish to complete it as soon as possible. These... These dinners... He sneers. .... anger me as we shouldn't have any need to argue this.