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As Sharimus continues his shootout, Lynn heals herself and Lilia stab Fiveknives in the lungs, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets as he gasps for air. Panick emerges on his face and he tries to make a run for it.
The scout, seeing his superior acting the coward he is, drops his bow and raises his hands, defeated.
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As Fiveknives tries to flee, Lilia strikes down in his back with vulpine fury, a last guttural spasm of the man betraying his demise face down in the jungle mud.
The few gripplis in the immediate area shower you with praise before scattering to gather the other Krihirik once more. Mother Bogwynne graciously accepts the tyrannosaurus eggs you have recovered.
In addition, the surviving Krihirik elders agree that the talisman the dwarves gave them so many years ago is best employed by you— especially if the rumors of the Golden Guardian awakening are true.
The talisman is an egg-shaped mass of dry clay the size of a melon, its
surface smoothed and intricately decorated with linear patterns, plant imprints, and the symbol of a mountain standing under dozens of stars.
Mother Bogwynne raises a hand and lifts her head as if performing a blessing, and dozens of gripplis gather to listen.
“More than a thousand cycles ago, the dwarven refugees came to us from the distant north, fleeing a home lost ages ago. We aided the dwarves and welcomed them as neighbors in the nearby hills—a land even harsher than our own. When they fled their home for a second time, we offered them aid once more, though they requested only that we honor their memory and accept a gift: this talisman that bears the power to defeat the golden beast that now haunts Ashkurhall.”
She holds up the talisman.
“The descendants of Sigrin spoke of this as their greatest treasure, which they had left behind. It is a legacy that continues to this day, for none have ever braved the Golden Guardian to claim the riches as their own.”
A chorus of croaking vocalizations follows the elder’s story, and she adds:
“The talisman’s power is hidden within, and it must be unsealed in the beast’s presence. To do so too soon would expend its energy needlessly or even invoke a terrible disaster. We have entrusted you with this relic of our people; use it wisely.”
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Lynn would use the found Cure moderate wounds potion on Maanyatha.
Joining the small bit of celebration Lynn looked at the eggs they were able to procure and knelt by them her twin tails curling around each of her sides as she did so. "May you all grow to be strong protectors of these people." She drew some dried herbs from her pouch and lit them drawing a breath in before exhaling it to the eggs. Bowing her head several times before extinguishing the smoldering plant and returning to the group to prepare for their trip onward.
