Later that afternoon, in Nigel's office, after the clerics have left having done all they can and given instructions for the care ("Say two hail Sarenraes and call upon us in the morning.") Nigel awakes on his couch.
"I had this terrible dream.... Oh, I see you've recovered Ms. Blakros! Excellent! And she seems to be on the mend."
"Yes, thanks to these Pathfinders." Imrizade's says in her husky human voice.
As soon as the canister and macabre contents were disposed of woman's eyes returned to normal, and the arch and portal have seemingly disappeared, as has much of the alieness that had seeped through.
Everyone stands about breaking the 4th wall, like the end of a Star Wars movie, the tentacled beast waving its fronds while a list of familiar illusory names scroll down in front of it like slow rain.
He doesn't believe in 'game balance'. Gandalf always lets him pass. As a feat, he has Exotic Weapon Proficiency (beard). The city guard often question him, just because they find him so interesting. His dice bag is woven from tarrasque leather. His TPKs end game lines. His blood cures moderate wounds. He once punched a flumph. Yes, you heard me. He belongs to a prestige class whose sole requirement for entry is just being him. ♬ He is indeed, the most interesting GM in the world. ♬
Banon wrote:
What else was I gonna use my last round of rage for? :D
