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Nella gasps as fog and mist spring up, obscuring her sight to only a few feet in front of her. Alarmed, as she can't see to direct her own magic, she staggers forward until the mist begins to clear and she can see what's happening.
Upon seeing Dreggar taking the fight to Charivon, she calls upon Shelyn to grant the brave dwarf protection.
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Nella peers out from the cloud of mist, looking rather dumbfounded. "Wait...we won? He's gone for good?"
As she cautiously walks out of the mist, she looks around at all of her fellow Pathfinders - especially the other five that she had accompanied since that walk to the Irorium that had happened what seemed like a lifetime ago. "I guess he is. Everyone okay, then? Lara and Dreggar? That acid was nasty," she continues as she calls on her connection to Shelyn to heal everyone's wounds.
Once her friends are taken care of, she sighs as she gazes around at the chaos and destruction left by Charvion. "What a mess," she sighs. "And we never did figure out what his whole end-game was! Hopefully some of the senior Pathfinders will be able to puzzle it out."
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Lara looks around, confused. "Thanks, Nella," she says as she feels the burning sensation on her face fade and vanish. "I wish I knew what was going on. I'm still not sure why he was terrified by that dragon picking him up if he was in on it the whole time, or what he was trying to accomplish. But at least it's over...Well, I hope, anyway."
Of course, he’s still masquerading as a Pathfinder as well, though after performing several indescribable acts, he garnered the title “Eater-of-Bones” and his reputation as one of the more radical Pathfinders is swiftly growing.
As part of his latest plot, Charvion has been vocalizing his fear that the Shadow Lodge is slowly slipping into the same sedentary glut that it was designed to overthrow. He’s growing impatient with the Shadow Lodge’s cautious plots to seize control of the Society, and perceives lack of action as failure. Despite a subtle shift in the balance of power, not enough has changed, and the Decemvirate still maintains its stranglehold of control over the Society at large. Now approaching middle-age, he knows if he fails to make a bid for power soon, his time shall pass, so he feels pressured to act—swiftly, dramatically, and if necessary, violently.
His impatience has not gone unheralded by others within the Shadow Lodge. His fellow higher-ranking agents are content to let the upstart act, as any blow weakening the Decemvirate enables their cause; however, they also need to waylay suspicions and downplay the role of the Shadow Lodge in such a reckless act of terrorism. In essence, they are prepared to let Charvion martyr himself. In fact, they have helped orchestrate his martyrdom.
These same Shadow Lodge agents have arranged to display a recently discovered artifact of profound significance. Dubbed the Cage of Spirit Echoes, the device is rumored to have been designed to allow individuals to communicate with the souls of the departed. Secretly, they know of the Cage of Spirit Echoes’ potent enchantments and have hinted at its manipulations to Charvion, spurring his brazen plot to pluck the device from its showing at the Irorium in Absalom and use its power to attack the Grand Lodge. But the agents plan to cut all ties to Charvion and let him doom himself while unwittingly doing their dirty work.
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Lynn watched as Charvion was pulled back into a single form and then sucked into the ancient machine with a flash of light. She almost felt her hand coming up at the mouthed 'help' but knew she wouldn't ever make that distance in, that and he never deserved help.
Joining Nella to heal up the rest of her companions Lynn looked to all those who fought today. "I am not sure what Charvion's plans were, but I am certain that they did not bode well for the spirits or the physical realms. It has been a great honor to fight alongside all of you and bring justice to such a foul person. I hope that this is the last we ever see of him, in this life or the next."
She bowed after her tiny speech then looked to her companions with a wink, "The dirty vixen, first round's on me?"
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"I'm fine, thanks for thinking about me. Well it would have been grand to have Charvion face the authorities proper, but it looks like his ghosts got to him first. Ah well, I imagine we'll get a tidy bonus from the lodge for our work today."
Dreggar cleans off his blade on his pant-leg, sheathes it, and accompanies the nice ladies to the Dirty Vixen. He's got a recent tale from Irrisen he has been dying to tell...