Even as the many-faceted prison spins and reconfigures itself, it cannot keep pace with the combined efforts of the Pathfinder Society. A refreshing breeze pours from the immense orb, restoring the agents' will to fight.
The Society has nearly uncovered the Untouchable Opal, and Ranginori unleashes a refreshing breeze that restores the Pathfinders’ fighting spirits. Each PC heals 1d8+1 hit points, heals 1d2 points of ability damage to each ability score, and regains one daily use of a class feature. In addition, each PC recovers one or more spells that has total levels equal to his character level (minimum 3).
Koani, Kahwen & Atlas are up for the Puzzle/Circle breaking!
Blarg attacks the black ring.
Working together Atlas, Blarg and Kahwen destroy the black circles! However, no sooner have they destroyed them then a pair of guardians appear!
Round 1:
Kahwen, Naafih
Guardians!
Atlas, Pai Gow, Koani, Malvic
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"Someone make sure they don't get to me! I'm about to figure out this puzzle..." Naafih shouts to the others as he goes into a focused trance, thanks to the winds of restoration.
Naafih closes his eyes and focuses on the puzzle in his mind, turning it all sorts of ways and processing information at an extremely high speed.
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"Huzzah! Progress!" Kahwen shouts at he black rings sputter out. Now they won't have to worry about the rest coming back as they remove them, as well.
"I swear they won't touch you, friend Naafih!," he declares, drawing his sword and moving to engage the closest one.
"Friend Atlas, Friend Pai Gow, please aid Friend Koani! We'll take care of this one.
Naafih trances, while Kahwen moves!
The guardian near Koani begins to keen its bizarre song, while the other one attacks Kahwen! for damage!
Blarg moves a little () and then attacks the bad thing Koani wants him to get.
edit: changed 'bag thing' to 'bad thing'; attacking the GM is probably a bad idea...
With the help of dozens of other Pathfinders, all working together, the last of the circles and their strange guardians fall!
Sorrina Westyr's image manifests to the Pathfinders, standing before a floating metallic polyhedron scribed with countless shifting glyphs. “We have done it! Now how to open this—”
A great crack interrupts the Master of Spell's musings, as an immense three-eyed giant with skin like hewn stone steps through a tear in space, with an army pouring out past her. The giant bellows so that all can hear. “I acknowledge your strength, little ones, for you have angered my benefactor enough to send me. I and my warriors, the Daemon Prayers, honor it with unyielding death. Seize the Vault! Slay them all!”
Sorrina Westyr urgently pipes in. “We just need a few more minutes to secure our prize and escape. Hold them off as long as you can!”
Drandle Dreng’s shaggy head appears once again in the divination window. “You heard her, Pathfinders!” He says, fist raised. “Go get ‘em!”
The guardians seem to crumble into dust as the three eyed giant appears! Two wispy forms appear and move to attack! Something seems strange and disturbingly familiar about this wispy, ghostly humanoid shape.
Round 1:
Malvic
Foes
Naafih, Koani, Kahwen, Pai Gow, Atlas
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Malvic sighs as his enemy is seemingly replaced with another distraction.
"I acknowledge you are straining my patience." he scoffs at the ugly giant before turning his attention to the minion to his left.
He reaches out with electricity coursing through his arm releasing the power into the chest of the creature.
The creature shakes as the electricity hits it. It smells of burnt flesh and something else, like cinnamon.
The creatures attack Malvic and Atlas!
for damage!
for damage!
Koani's fierce little dino moves up to the bad thing he's supposed to get. Then he swipes at it with his talon.
Atlas carves into his opponent, while Blarg and Koani claw and Pierce their opponent!
Malvic delays! The wispy things attack!
for damage!
for damage!
The little combat monster keeps up his attacks.
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! Heh. That’s catchy... I’ll have to remember that.”
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Excellent job, Pathfinders! I will be checking to make sure I have all your information and sending out sheets tomorrow. Once again, thanks for playing!