[PFC] GM Granta's Beyond Azlant Ridge (low) (Inactive)

Game Master Granta

Woohoo! Healing!

Garn feels the welcome relief of healing magic sweeping over him. Emboldened, he hovers directly over the slot, and places the disc he is holding in. He then swoops over to the cleric, getting ready to assist.

Snowball yelps in pain as the fiend's tendrils slaps hard against his side, cracking some bones. He calms down somewhat though as a refreshing energy sweeps through him, knitting close some of his wounds. Ever focused on his task though, he continues tearing into the beast.

Amiri runs over to the SUN slot, ready to hoist someone up to remove that disk. "We need to switch these disks, the brightest one should go into the sun slot!" she calls out, hoping her team can make the switch in time before the horrid beast whips them all to death.

"Coming, Amiri!" Miriel responds and runs to help the barbarian woman. "Just keep on hugging your metallic love, snake!" she still continues her taunts.

Garn easily drops the faerie fire disc into the "STARS" slot, and Snowball finally scratches the xacarba.

Leena heals her allies a bit, then with Amiri's help, removes the light disc--which the barbarian then carries over to the other slot.

A few seconds later, you place the light disc in the "MOON" slot. Then as soon as the daylight disc slips into the "SUN" slot, the planels fuse into a single piece and a wave of magical energy washes through Starwatcher Tor. The xacarba is thrown back into its prison and sealed in with the Azlanti monolith, and you watch the doors quickly repair themselves.

At this point you are basically done. You've figured out the right order, and the monolith prevents the xacarba from doing anything to stop you. The only question is how much damage Snowball takes, and Leena can easily keep him alive, so . . . CONGRATS!

"Oh goodie! No one died! My brother will be so proud of me!"

Garn swoops down beside Snowball and just before landing, his form morphs and the rough-looking Kellid lands in a crouch beside his faithful companion. He pats him on his hand. Rather stoically, but with a hint of pride in his voice, he mumbles, "Good job, boy. Good job."

He then turns to the rest of the party. "That was good team work. I am happy to have worked with you."

"Yes! Take that, sculpture of Lamashtu!" Miriel cries in joy when the creature is locked in again.

Miriel grabs Amiri in a tight hug.
"We did it! It was a huge, evil thing and we beat it! You were great, and all were, and we are all alive and it is gone!" she cheers with unrestrained exitement, holding the barbarian in her arms.

Suddenly seeming to realize what she's doing she releases her grip and starts apologizing with over-polite tone:
"I apologize for my unnecessary display of enjoyment. Still, our victory was of extremely high importance, as if such a fiendish creature could ravage..."

Her voice quiets down and she blushes a bit. She shakes her head, and drops to common, relaxed speech:
"Nah, off with the posh, we fought it dirty and gritty and won. Nice work, dear wildling".
Miriel walks over to pick up her blade, then returns, running her hand through her messed-up, greased hair.
"I suppose you don't have a comb, Amiri my love?" she says with a smirk.

Amiri is in shock as Miriel attempts to suffocate her with overwhelming affection. ?!?!?!?! However as the paladin releases her and attempts to explain herself she cuts her off with a warm hug in return. "We are alive and have done Golarion a great service today. That is plenty of cause for celebration!"

She rolls her eyes as she pulls out a comb, but holds it firmly as Miriel takes it. "I was wrong. Anger and a big sword is not the only way to solve a problem. If we took my approach, this would have been a lost cause. I have learned a great lesson today and for that I thank you, Princess," finally releasing the comb.

"Let's get these Pathfinders back to the lodge and celebrate with many, many drinks! Great work today everyone!"