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Rallas attacks the elemental but misses. The elemental turns to reach for the elf and attacks him with a powerful blow that hits him straight in the head!
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Grag [45/45, SHIELD OF FAITH 54/60 rounds ; DIVINE FAVOR 6/10 rounds] : ?
Rallas [24/44] : ?
Celie [51/51] : ?
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EARTH ELEMENTAL [Blue@]
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Dunia [38/38, SHIELD 40/50 rounds ; ENLARGE PERS. 7/10 rounds] : ?
Orophin [33/33, BLESS: 40/50 rounds] : ?
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GARGOYLE [Green@]
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Jorciel [58/58] : ?
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Both Dunia's attack and Orophin's spiritual weapon hit their target!
The gargoyle rushes in the threatened area of Dunia to hit her with one of its claws! Dunia misses her reflex attacks. However, the creature misses widely.
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Jorciel [58/58] : ?
Grag [45/45, SHIELD OF FAITH 54/60 rounds ; DIVINE FAVOR 6/10 rounds] : ?
Rallas [24/44] : ?
Celie [51/51] : ?
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EARTH ELEMENTAL [Blue@]
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Dunia [38/38, SHIELD 39/50 rounds ; ENLARGE PERS. 6/10 rounds] : Attack!
Orophin [33/33, BLESS: 39/50 rounds] : Spiritual weapon!
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GARGOYLE [Green@25, -2 AC (charge)]
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The elemental takes a solid blow from Rallas while Grag attacks the flying gargoyle and kills it on the spot.
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Jorciel [58/58] : ?
Grag [45/45, SHIELD OF FAITH 53/60 rounds ; DIVINE FAVOR 5/10 rounds] : Kills the gargoyle
Rallas [24/44] : Attacks the blue elemental
Celie [51/51] : ?
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EARTH ELEMENTAL [Blue@17]
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Dunia [38/38, SHIELD 39/50 rounds ; ENLARGE PERS. 6/10 rounds] : Attack!
Orophin [33/33, BLESS: 39/50 rounds] : Spiritual weapon!
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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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