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Unsure of the nature of the beings before him, but thinking based on everything encountered this far, they must be some type of djinn, Crios quickly enhances his staff for the next to last time today, then utters a brief incantation before darting toward the southern enemy...but not before whispering to those nearest him, "In the tight tunnels the large ones should be restricted and at a severe disadvantage."
Several of you quickly realize that these mercenary forces are janni: genies, though the weakest of that family. Able to fly and resistant to fire , they also possess some innate magical abilities - most notably the power to turn invisible and to alter their size.
Crios rushes forward regardless, and delivers a hard and tiring hit on the cramped janni. Kivuli follows him, taking advantage of the close tunnel and his foe's flat-footed overconfidence.
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With a roar, the other large for rushes towards Blanmieux. Hi slices the Kellid with his blade, saying "There will be no hell for your I'm afraid. Just oblivion!"
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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! Heh. That’s catchy... I’ll have to remember that.”
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The Professor glances wistfully up at the stars, wind whipping what little remains of his pale hair.
"Ah.. up in the stars. All those stars homes to planets... with life of their own. Certainly needing deliveries from the Golarion Express..."
The Professor squints at the tiny artifact held aloft in Sorrina's hand.
"Lord of Thunder? Not fire? Pity... is it afternoon nap time at last?"
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The excitement over, for now, Crios offers one more relaxed smile to those around him.
"You were all excellent out there. I would gladly travel with any of you again in the future. Thank you for a wonderful adventure." he says in a pleasant tone.
Looking to the sky, he wonders aloud, "Our world seems just a bit smaller now, doesn't it? Smaller, but even more special than I originally thought."
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As the group begins to muster for the journey home, Keri reflects on the momentous last few hours.
So this is what history feels like. I wonder if we, or even the Decemvirate, know what has been done on this day. We have dabbled in extraplanar developments that will have far-reaching consequences, all for what?
She looks at the faces of those around her and smiles, now knowing the bravery and sacrifice contained within each. Her heart twinges slightly as she remembers the battle where several nearly fell next to her.
I must learn to channel your healing power, Erastil. Hear my words. I cannot be to blame should my companions fall.
"It was a mighty fight today, fellow Pathfinders. I am proud to have stood by you. If you are ever find yourself in Saring'allow in Isger, my home is your home."