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Kronas dashes around the stone column faster than it seems possible with his little legs "It may be wispy, but if we strike together, it cannot stop us!" He shouts as he comes up behind the spectre to strike with his glowing sword.
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Kronas misses his strike, but both Menarul and Artus connect with theirs, and the one-two punch puts the wispy creature down for good.
Out of combat!
After dealing with the petitioners, the Pathfinders continue on through the tunnels, but don't make it that far before coming across a pair of rocky creatures.
Round 1
Active Conditions: Flag bearer
Kronas
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Menarul
Zandu
Lutorinus
Robyyn
Artus
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"You shall not pass!" Kronas yells at the new creatures as he rushes past his comrades, banner billowing behind him. He skids to a halt a few feet in front of everyone and holds out his little sword defiantly.
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Menarul takes his hand off the hammer he is still carrying and grabs out one of his sparkle-lacking bombs, he targets the ______ one and lets the flask fly. "Should we call on what his face from earlier? I don't think we have much time left here."
Surprisingly, a bomb and Lucerne hammer attack have the same bonus, add +1 if Kronas inspires.
possible damage rolls.
Pathfinders push back the extraplanar mercenaries, which flee the Society's ferocious counterattack. The few remaining elementals fight to the last but quickly crumble under the assault. With the path back to the surface clear, Sorrina Westyr leads the way up to the portals, while Drandle Dreng organizes a quick head count, and begins ushering groups of agents back to Golarion.
Sorrina Westyr is among the last to step back onto the Isle of Kortos, carrying a beautiful, fist-sized opal that seems to glow with countless colors. Overhead, the once-radiant Aucturn's Tear gradually fades in brightness until it's imperceptible against the night sky.
The Master of Spells holds the immense gem aloft and speaks to the gathered agents. “We have accomplished a marvel today. I hold here an artifact in which dwells a powerful air spirit called Ranginori. Many ages ago, the Elemental Planes existed in balance, forces of good and evil locked in equilibrium. The elemental lords we know of today united against their benign counterparts, and claimed sole dominion. Scholars have speculated on the fates of the defeated, but no longer!”
A few scattered cheers well up from some of the more elementally inclined Pathfinders. Sorrina smiles at them indulgently, and continues.
“It will take time to confirm the outsider trapped within this opal is who he claims to be.” She starts for a moment, as if in response to a comment only she can hear, then looks up to the gemstone apologetically and adds, “Professional caution and courtesy, you understand.” She then looks back to the Pathfinders and continues. “If that's true, though, we now hold the essence of the lost lord of air, Ranginori, Duke of Thunder!”
At this, a wind whips around Sorrina, and she laughs.
“If we can free this being, imagine the history he can share with the Society, the good that might be accomplished. I cannot even begin to speculate on the ramifications for the Elemental Planes…and as word of our accomplishment spreads, there will be many thinking these same thoughts, and not with charitable intent toward us. We must be very cautious in the coming months I fear, and not least in verifying the truth of what we hold.”
“Fortunately, thanks to your efforts this evening, we have crippled key allies and armies of the elemental lords who opposed us. It speaks volumes of what the Society has accomplished in the past decade that I can sincerely state you defied demigods and emerged triumphant! It has been my privilege to have been part of that effort.”
Then the Drandle Dreng totters forward, weaving and swaying as if still trying to adjust back to Golarian’s gravity. “We traveled to the stars, and showed those sanctimonious sycophants just what the Society can do!” Then he scratches his shaggy chin, muttering to himself. “Heh. Pathfinders in the Stars. Starry Pathfinders? Starfinders? Starfinder Society! Oh, that’s catchy... I’ll have to remember that.”
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"Wooo hoooo!" Kronas claps and cheers as Sorrina Westyr debriefs the gathered Pathfinders. When all is over he puts a hand on his stomach as it grumbles loudly "All that running about sure builds an appetite, who wants something to eat? My treat! I know this great place that fries up exotic fruits from the Mwangi Jungle and sprinkles them with Cicadas..." He looks up hopefully at the rest of the team "They sell purple food too!"
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Menarul gives a cheer as well, he'd always thought it was unfair there were never any good aligned elemental lords. Still fueled by the last of his mutagen, Menarul leans over and nudges Robyyn. "You must be excited, that might be your great-great-great-great grandfather in there!" He then gives a stretch and yawns as his concoction finally wears off. "Kronas, some food sounds amazing, and I might be hungry enough to try the cicadas as well."
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When the wind whips around Sorrina, Robyyn feels that he knows the truth that she too-cautiously won't confirm. It must be Ranginori. This.... he's unable to even complete his own thought, as his eyes marvel at the opal and what it must contain.
Beaming, the wind that constantly stirs his own hair picks up, perhaps mirroring his own... pride? wonder? joy? It's hard to tell which specific emotion drives the sylph at this moment. When Menarul nudges him, he clasps the half-elf about the shoulder and simply smiles, nodding his head in assent as he lets his gaze return to the opal held aloft.
When Pathfinders start peeling away and drifting off, back to lives in Absalom, Robyyn's urge is to remain behind. When he hears his friends start planning to leave, though, he finally allows his gaze to leave the opal. "Yes. Let's do dinner. A celebration is surely in order. Today was a great day. I'll buy the wine."
