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Balzanno gives Francois a nod of thanks and tucks his own wand back into his belt.
"Yea, I'm alright. Surprised that mage did that splitting inta a bunch of mages trick instead of having a bunch of mooks around to protects him, ya know?"
Shrugging, Balzanno heaves his heavy hammer up onto his shoulder and looks around.
"I wonder if we get anything good for helping stop him, you know? The loots is like half the reason we's all Pathfindas, right?"
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Brunhilde's shield bash causes a sickening crunch and yet another Charvion splinter falls to the ground dead. As you watch the edges of the room, waiting for yet another to come, you can see more clearly the outlines of dozens of Charvions each meeting similar fates to many groups of pathfinders such as yourselves.
You wait for a moment, and you hear echoes of laughs and taunts of "Come and face me pathfinders!" but no more splinters come.
Finally... the fight is over as quick as it started.
In a mighty burst of light, all remaining copies of the Pathfinder Charvion Eater-of-Bones merge back into one form. Charvion, his mouth open and his eyes wide, shrieks in horror as his recombined form is sucked back through the door into the room with the Cage of Soul Echoes. The cage suddenly hums with a ground-shaking energy, and you see Charvion, caught for one moment on the edge of the light’s eclipse, his hands wrapped around the cage itself, mouth the words, “Help me!” before a second burst of light envelopes his body, pulling the Pathfinder out of existence. As suddenly as it began, the room goes dark and silent, and Charvion is no more.
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Fingalad gives a low bow to the party, his platinum blonde hair spilling over his shoulders. "It has been a delight to work with each of you."
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