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| Sādhanā | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Sādhanā stares into Ylrhea’s eyes, processing the fact that all of the suffering and turmoil they’d all been through had led to sharing her life with her. ”Considering that every second I get to spend alone with you is a treasure, I’ll be happy doing anything.” the magus responds with a grin. ”Had anything in mind?....other than the obvious.” she follows up with a wink.

| Cynalea | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            
| Yulia Stane | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            1d100 ⇒ 15
Well, another pregnant adventurer.

| Sādhanā | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            "I can't think of anything more beautiful than to watch the stars with you love." Sādhanā says with a loving smile. "Shall we?" she says standing up and taking Ylrhea's hand.

| Drago Zakharov | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Bound to happen sooner or later.

| Ylrhea Corissca | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Ylrhea squeezes Sādhanā's hand as they walk outside. The gnome heads for the hills not too far outside Siphas. She settles on the grass and looks up at the stars. She points at a bright star overhead. "There! That's Desna's guiding star."

| Sādhanā | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Lying back in the grass, Sādhanā rests her head in Y;rhea's lap, staring up into the night sky. "Wow, it's beautiful! What's your favorite constellation?"

| Ylrhea Corissca | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Ylrhea scans the sky, then points at a loose grouping of stars. "That's the Traveler. That one's my favorite because I identified with it for so long. Even now, I can relate with it but I'm not alone now. I guess Elder Sister knew that our happiness would make us stronger. Do you feel bad knowing that you finding Oblivion was planned?"

| Cynafae | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Fae rolls her eyes. "You know I didn't have to stop and explain things, it's not like I owe either of you anything. If you're just going to whine about how unfair this is then I encourage you to crawl into a deep dark hole for seventy plus years and see how miserable and lonely you feel then. Now If you'll excuse me I've got places to be." She barks and calls on her flight hex once again then jumps off her perch.

| Tesia | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            ** spoiler omitted **
Once Rhy's arms are around Tesia, she gets smaller as white fluffy fur erupts all over her and Rhy now holds a fluffy white kitten with blue eyes in her arms. The kitten looks up at Rhy and nuzzles her hand with her head while purring.

| Rajni | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            She then heads to the Milocathe residence to talk to Alethiro. I hope I'm not interrupting anything important. I know he's been super busy lately and I hate to bother him....but, I need to get this done sooner rather than later.
Coming to the charming little house she knocks loudly on the door in case he's in the back or busy doing something that would otherwise make it difficult to hear her.

| Arista Milocathe | 
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            Try to understand where she's coming from. She just lost the love of her life, the mother of their adopted child and you're all like, too bad so sad. She didn't make you the bad guy, you're doing a good enough job of that on your own. How are we supposed to be supportive and understanding when you treat people that we care about....so....carelessly?

| Arista Milocathe | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            It takes quite a while of crying for her to actually fall into a fitful sleep. Her dreams are filled with visions of her family, both old and new, being torn asunder by the forces all around them. She tosses and turns on the bed and cries out occasionally in her sleep as the disturbing dreams disrupt her slumber.

| Sienna Teriton | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            You could have been a little less harsh, but...
"Oh...you went and made me upset," Sienna says, her eyes ablaze as she unleashes a fireball augmented by her mythic power. "Give me back my Cyna, you gods damned f+*!ing c%#*!"
Mythic Fireball: 10d10 ⇒ (8, 6, 2, 8, 5, 4, 6, 1, 5, 9) = 54; DC 21 Reflex for half, if you fail you catch on fire.

| Sienna Teriton | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Sienna catches up to the flaming tiefling. "You'll survive that. But you won't survive what I'll do if you don't do your damnedest to bring my Cyna back. I will hunt you down, I will flay you alive and I'll have my friends keep healing you as I fry your ass daily until you wish you stayed wherever the hells it is you came from. You go do whatever the hells you want, but you give me her ring and you stay the hells away from her daughter. The next time I see you, I better see her too."
Sienna's eyes go dark for a moment and Cynafae can see the depths of the Abyss within them. A foreboding aura surrounds her for a moment until it fades away.
I think I'll go chaotic neutral now.

| Rajni | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            
| Arista Milocathe | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Seems fair to me....I'm gonna be so pissed when I find out. You better go hide under a rock little girl. That's all I've got to say....well, that's never all I have to say cuz I say stuff all the time. We'll just say that's all I have to say for now on the subject.

| Cyna Singer | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Cyna releases a sigh of relief. "I don't think I'll be able to get out of her without your help. Thank you."

| Cynalea | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            The tiefling grins. "But it will be fun."

| Rajni | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            
| Cynafae | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            "Watch your mouth whore!" In a flash of rage and pain Cynafae draws her blade and lunges at the sorceress.
Cast Defensivly: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (11) + 20 = 31
Swift Arcane Pool +2 Keen for 1 min.
Spellstrike Vampiric Touch: 1d20 + 18 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 18 - 2 = 32 Confirm: 1d20 + 18 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 18 - 2 = 33
Damage: 1d6 + 16 ⇒ (5) + 16 = 21 Spell Damage: 5d6 ⇒ (6, 4, 5, 1, 4) = 20
Critical: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7 Critical Spell Damage: 5d6 ⇒ (4, 6, 1, 2, 5) = 18
66 total and I gain 38 temp.
Refl: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25 It's out.

| Cynafae | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Fixed.
The magus takes a breath to calm herself before responding. "She went out of control, something I'd bet you're responsible for." Fae accuses.

| GM Henry Fortuna | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            "Me? No, perhaps your callousness triggered what was meant to happen later," Nocticula says. "Now, she's going to be very angry when she wakes up and I need her to go in the right direction. So, you're going to surrender that ring she asked for and you are going to make yourself scarce, understand? Never show your face around her again. Do so and you'll be left alone. If you wish to be headstrong about this, I can make my offer clearer."

| Cynalea | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            
| Cynafae | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            CR 30, alone and without a mythic tier yea I think not.
Fae grits her teeth hard enough to draw blood down her chin. She didn't owe Cyna any favors and it would be so easy to turn and run, so why did the thought of leaving Sienna in the hands of this demon hurt so much?
However, I might be thinking something really really dumb right now...

| Cyna Singer | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            
| Cynafae | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            "No, not exactly. I wanted b~#!#es like you and elder sister to stop meddling with my life." Cynafae says with red infernal eyes.
"If you could follow through on that threat then you wouldn't bother with talking, you'd just do it and ensure I couldn't interfere later on. Now put her down and go." The magus demands.

| GM Henry Fortuna | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Time seems to stop for Fae for thirty seconds before she is face-to-face with the full demonic glory of Nocticula, Sienna in one arm and a hand crossbow pointed at Fae's face. "I am the Queen of all b+!&$es, you devil-born piece of trash. I am keeping you alive because you still have Cyna trapped in your little head and, if she's alive, then she'll make sure Sienna gets where she needs to. Now, give me the ring."
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