Blarg runs over to attack the monster.
He can't quite get close enough to attack, though.
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Koani shoots an arrow that pierces its thick skin. Shabahs blade strikes true as it slices his gut wide open. Remys magic hits the creaature in his open gut. Kawens blade makes another small cut on the creatures eye.
The minotaur, gravely wounded, forgets about his territory and runs for the forest.
total withdraw to the forest.
Janira leads the expedition back to Absalom without further incident. Once safely back in the Grand Lodge, Master of Scrolls Kreighton Shaine inquires excitedly about what the you found and asks to see your notes. He compliments those who recorded notes
for being certain to write down ideas and observations while the thoughts are fresh, observing that it’s difficult enough to remember what one had for breakfast the day before as it is to recall exactly what one was thinking while studying an inscription. As the PCs are now the foremost authorities on that cave and what it contains,
Shaine also invites them to come up with its name.
Three days later, the Master who best represents each
your interests confirms you as a full Pathfinder field
agent. As part of the ceremony, that mentor also gifts a
personalized wayfinder to you, reminding you
that this is not only the symbol of the Pathfinder’s trade
but also a reminder of the three principle duties: explore,
report, and cooperate.
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Kahwen's relief when the minotaurr retreats is obvious. He had no desire to see what it could do with that axe.
Well struck Shabah, he says, knowing the changeling delivered the deciding blow.
When they return he is embarrassed by his lack of notes and buys a journal as soon as he can.
When the time comes, he takes his Wayfinder from Shaine, himself with the utmost humility. For days later, he carries it around as though it were an egg containing his unborn sibling and shows it to anyone who shows the slightest interest.
We have a great honor, Friends. I think we should name the cave "Aroden's Altar" or the "Cave of Frogs." he says when the group has gathered to discuss the issue.
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Well that wuz easy - I thought a mino'd be more of a challenge, Farket mused to himself, idly itching the back of his head. Maybe I'm not suited to these Pathfinder types - more fightin' and less writin', that's what I need. He looks distainful when the head of the order asks him if he took any notes. "No luck big man. Try on o'the others".
Turning to the others, he shakes each of them by the hand bar Remy and Kimberley. Remy he gives a look of suspicious distain; Kimberley a companiable slap on the back. "It's been a pleasure travelling with ya all these last few days. I'd a hoped for more time with ye, but all's well tha' ends well, I guess. I'll be in the pub for the rest 'o today, if ya can face a beer or eight?" With that he stamps off in the direction of the nearest bar, glaive over one shoulder.
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Shabah is happy to provide their notes, quite aware that they are not a true scholar.
Aroden's Altar seems more... respectful to me.
Back at the lodge, once more in their resting form, Shabah makes a point of thanking the other agents for their efforts after being awarded with a Wayfinder.
Even if they do grit their teeth when thanking LeBeau.
