The earth elemental moves over to the last demon and tries to slam it!
Rockie Balboa throws a knockout punch at the last standing Cambion, but the Demon is a bit tougher than his stone fists can fell in one punch!
Kahwen: 24
Oiur: 20
Kennick: 19
Scary Cambion Demon: 16
Nigel Flit: 12
Mely Ara: 10
Eugressia: 5+
Cambion Demons! 2 1: 5
Eugressia's dark Mental Magic has no problem piercing the Demon's innate defenses. Two bolts thud against the creature's chest with a sickening CRACK!
Kahwen: 24
Oiur: 20
Kennick: 19
Scary Cambion Demon: 16
Nigel Flit: 12
Mely Ara: 10
Eugressia: 5+
Cambion Demons! 2 1: 5
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Mely's tactic worked once before, and she decides not to change what works. When Kahwen goes down under demonic attack her face quickly shifts into a mixture of rage and indignation. "Hey, keep your hands off my bird!" She marches forward, one hand still held forward to present her symbol, the other holding her robes to keep them from fouling up her steps. "I can STILL fix this!" Another wave of holy energy ripples out from her form, healing her allies.
The Cambion Demon continues to bleed before stepping toward Kennick with a Slash and a Claw! "Your Blood will FUEL our Ritual!"
Kahwen: 24
Oiur: 20
Kennick: 19
Scary Cambion Demon: 16
Nigel Flit: 12
Mely Ara: 10
Eugressia: 5+
Cambion Demons! 2 1: 5
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Kahwen was just thinking how well he was doing on this mission...he had been through several combats and not even knocked unconscious when he was, quite literally, poleaxed.
He is lost in the all too familiar feel of slowly bleeding to death when the smell of wind and ocean fills his lungs and seems to wash over his wounds, sealing some of the worst of them.
He certainly does not feel his best, but it is enough for him to peak his eyes open and see the demon standing over him.
The tengu squawks in surprise, snatching up the sword he'd dropped and swinging it instinctively.
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The wicked glabrezu Katazuul, pierced by ballista bolts and scorched by spells, collapses as her portal sputters and closes. A moment later, a brass horn sounds a triumphant fanfare to announce that the fiend-flesh army has been routed. The march back to Absalom is a jubilant one, though rumors are running wild through the streets as to exactly who the invaders were, what they wanted, and why undead spies sprang to life shortly after beacons appeared around Skyreach. Despite rampant speculation of the Grand Lodge’s involvement in the invasion, the citizens as a whole recognize the heroism with which Pathfinder agents personally averted disaster and rode at the vanguard of the city’s victorious forces. Absalom’s primarch Lord Gyr—whom few remember seeing during the attack—remains silent on the matter, though Siege Lord Wynsal Starborn delivers a speech within the hour personally recognizing the Society’s key role in protecting the City at the Center of the World.
At the Grand Lodge, Ollysta Zadrian recounts news of the victory. “Soon after we stormed the siege castle and slew Katazuul, Absalom’s navy from Escadar arrived and sank what remained of the undead armada. Once again, Absalom has prevailed in the face of adversity!” Raising her armored fist in celebration, Zadrian shouts: “For Absalom! Absalom! Absalom!”
Master of Swords Marcos Farabellus seems only to have grown more concerned since the siege began, and he confirms what many agents had discovered earlier. “Based on many reports from Pathfinders, we have a reason to believe the attack was a concerted effort driven by several enemies of the Pathfinder Society. We now know that it was Pasha Muhlia Al-Jakri—once a respected leader of many Pathfinders—who used the Black Echelon codebook to summon the undead saboteurs. We have reason to believe Grandmaster Torch was involved, at least enough that his minions attempted to usurp Gulgamodh to turn against Absalom. Finally, we learned the demons in the siege castle were vassals of a powerful demon that’s no stranger to the Society, and it is not difficult to deduce that ex-venture-captain Thurl had a hand in creating the fiend-flesh army. Today, we emerged victorious, and I assure you that we shall ascertain these villains’ true motives and put a stop to them.”
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As Katazuul falls, a Tien woman rushes through the doors, before delivering a burst of much needed healing. "Are you all alright? The horn sounded, and it looks like I got here just in time!"
After a short walk back to Absalom, and a large dinner at the grand lodge, Marcos gives his speech to tables and tables of weary pathfinders. "Thank you all for your help to stave off the Fiendflesh Invasion! I'm sure that the different factions would b e more than happy to hear the tales of your Successes!"
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Kahwen feels much better as more healing washes over him. And even better when he hears that the siege is ended and Absalom is safe once more.
He congratulates all of his fellow Pathfinders and thanks them for letting him work with them.
"I'm certain I'll see some of you around, again. Especially you, Friend Nigel. I'm glad, it seems that we often get teamed together."
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Kahwen shrugs it off. "I've been hit worse...I think. I can't actually remember a time when it happened, but if I don't get knocked unconscious at least once during a mission, it's not a real mission."
He cocks his head to the side, looking all the more like the non-sentient avian that he resembles. "Did you look scary Friend Eugressia? I didn't notice. But maybe it happened after I got hit."
"Thank you for healing me, Friend Mely. And thank you Ouir for being my partner in facing down our opponents. And thank you Kennick for facing down other opponents until we could help you."
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I am glad this is cleared up. This just goes to show that I made the right call by not investing in a business here! Seems to always be a threat. Either way, you are all heroes and if you are ever looking update your fashion and happen to be in Magnamar, feel free to stop by. He looks toward Kahwen, as always, it is a pleasure to team up with you again. I am sure I hope we team up again!
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Mely sits in a large, cushioned chair she's managed to track down, her legs long since gone after the never-ending events of the battle. She is curled up upon her own tail and listening to the others give their farewells when she gives Kahwen a small grin. "Of course, I wasn't just going to leave you there. I'm glad you're okay, just be careful next time. I like your excitability, I'd hate to see the society lose it."
At Nigel's offer she expression turns vaguely confused. "How do you tell when to update it? If you think I need to, I'll take you up on the offer. Just point me to Magnimar..." She pauses for a beat and then stretches her arms up overhead. "Tomorrow. Tonight I'm going to find the best bath in town and just relax. All the fires and fighting have left everything feeling dry."
"Thank you all for this team. I'm glad to have met you. I hope we get matched up again."
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Oiur gingerly pokes at their ribs, but as always, mending magic has left neither soreness nor sign of the wound.
"Hmph. I still can't decide whether or not I'm annoyed to lack proof of all the beatings I've taken in this line of work." They grin at Kahwen. "Though I have to say, I've certainly doled out more today. We make a good team, Friend"—they wink at the tengu—"Kahwen!"
"Everyone here, really. Sometimes I forget how many quality people the Society attracts." Oiurs stay a while chatting with the others before they wander off, occasionally humming to themself as they check over their equipment. "Looks like this undertunic needs some repairs. Maybe talk to Nigel.. Bath sounds nice, too. If my clothes need upkeep, then my body does, too!"
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Nigel pulls out two maps, the first is of the Inner Sea Region and points out where Magnamar is and then a map of the city itself and points out where his small family owned shop is. Here you are, and we offer a discount to all society members! My grandfather started the policy, and I will continue it! I always show up with fresh robes to a new mission, can't start something new when you are covered in the grim from last! That will keep your mind in the past.
When Mely asks him a question, Ahh, it isn't something you can just tell when you need. It's when you feel like it needs an update. When you grow bored of your current clothes. When those colors don't seem to pop or draw attention like you want, or worse, they draw attention when you don't want them to! Or just feel like changing something! I got a cousin who does hair as well!