The last warrior swings for Liz who is still fumbling in the dark after she misses him three times.
Attack
...but he misses.
You hear the vampire groan at the losses his party has taken and he casts a spell again!
Soundburst.
Damage
DC16 Fort save or be stunned.
Hits the whole party.
He then appears to move away out of sight after doing so, it appears he and his henchman are in retreat.
R7
Liz
Urshala
Eramos - Down
Red
Mavaro
ENEMY
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Easily shrugging off the atunning noise, Lizbeth decides to wait to see what happens next as she hears the enemy spellcaster run away from them. Smiling broadly at the raging brute ahead of her she whispers.
"Your fellows lie dead and your boss flees like a cur. Go now or join your friends." Venom lacing her words.
Mavaro has enough general knowledge and raw intelligence to set things back to rights (returning the amulets and restoring the sarcophagi) but also cleaning up the general mess in the crypt from the combat and restoring the wall and sealing it all back up correctly.
The Vampire and his minion have left, and the substantial blood trail probably indicates they are unlikely to be back for the small handful of treasures in the tomb (and risking more angry Pathfinders).
***
With the task completed you find Amenopheus, who is chatting with Osirian ambassador Dremdhet Salhar. The Sapphire Sage invites you to report on what occurred, and the two men listen intently, inquire about details, and compliment the party on a job well done.
“Amenopheus,” the copper-skinned ambassador begins, “the significance of this most recent gesture is not lost on me. As I noted earlier, your continued respect for Osirion and its history despite past circumstances has impressed even the Ruby Prince who sent you away a year ago. If there is any way I can aid you and your agents in reconciling with His Majesty, I happily offer my services.”
Amenopheus responds graciously, “During my year of searching for the Jeweled Sages, I have determined my true calling is that ancient organization. While I’m honored by your gesture, Osirion shall always be a close friend, but not my master.”
Salhar seem somewhat taken back by Amenopheus’ reply, then with solemnly dignity makes a sacred sign and says, “So be it then. In the Ruby Prince’s name, I offer you Osirion’s blessing. We officially recognize the Jeweled Sages’ legitimacy and accept them as allies and honored guests within our borders. I shall make this declaration public ensuring a peaceful break between your new order and the old.”
“Peace, yes,” Amenopheus agrees, “but the head of our organization would prefer we not be exposed to public scrutiny until we are better established.”
Salhar agrees to honor the Jeweled Sages’ confidentiality, offers his respects, and departs.
Amenopheus then shifts his gaze back to your group and says, “Well now, that was a curious turn of events. I suppose we’ll just have to see how that plays out in the future, won’t we?”
***
Returning to your lodgings you hear of an official complaint lodged against the Pathfinder Society - a local merchant pressed charges against the Society, complaining that an armed group of Pathfinders robbed them of valuable information, first they identified themselves as belonging to the Eagle Knights, but were then named by the Andorans as Pathfinders. There were dozens of witnesses to the crime.
The merchant was awarded 250gp compensation, payable by the Society.
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Your adventure concludes on the final day of festivities, when the First Lady of Laws announces Grint Basatrel as the new member of the Grand Council. After the new councilor takes the stage to thank Diobel and the High Council for their trust, the crowd gradually disperses to fit in a bit more city-funded celebration.
Venture-Captain Drandle Dreng, ever looking the part of a blind beggar, sidles up alongside you all to chat. “And so ends an election and begins a political career. I’m pleased that the High Council chose Grint, as he’s amenable to working with the Society. It also sounds as though he’s not the only one with friends in high places; I hear several of our close allies owe you their thanks, and they’ve already begun paying off that debt with a few presents delivered to the Grand Lodge with your names on them. Well done. The Society’s strength is not measured by the enemies it defeats but by the friends it keeps.”
With a concealed wave goodbye, Dreng stumbles off into the crowd once more, his alms bowl held high as he listens for more rumors of note.
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Picking up Eramos' dead body, Lizbeth leaves Mavaro to his thoughtful work, anger simmering inside her at the death of her new friend. Chiding hersef for being unprepared for the Vampire, Lizbeth shakes it off and decides next time she won't be taken for a fool.
"Back to the Sages then, now our work is done." she says breezily.
Back at the lodge, Lizbeth ensures Eramos is taken to the Society clerics to be raised as his soul wills and then makes their way to Captain Dreng for a debrief. "Cheers Cap'n, glad to be of service! It was lovely to meet you all and I thoroughly look forward to causing trouble with you again!" Her gaze lingers on Urshala before she spins on her heel and walks to the docks with a sway in her hips.
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Mission accomplished, "Red" Devlin offers his companions his card, offering to get together to pursue future lucrative enterprises.
Time to expand my arsenal. He ticks off a mental shopping list. Need area of effect options. Need ways to deal with the undead. Need to extend the reach of my spells...