The combined attack does not fail to miss its mark, as the last but one druid goes dow,.
The last druid lashes out, even as the megaliths pulsating energy is visibly shrinking.
Theor receives a smack of the staff, and everyone can clearly hear his neck break. He does not appear dead however, as you can still hear his body trying to suck in air, desperately.
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The druid struggles, but is still standing!
Kumari casts a healing spell on Theor, and his wounds are closing rapidly.
The last druid lashes out again, even as the megaliths pulsating energy is visibly shrinking.
Horatius is the unlucky receiver of the next blow of the staff, and everyone can clearly hear his skull fracture. He is still standing however, just as Theor is coming to.
At the same time Darius steps in and strikes the druid from behind, who starts sucking in the last breath he'll ever take.
"Zingar theros jungien!" he cries out as he goes down.
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Darius slumps to the ground as the adrenaline flows out of his body. He looks over the carnage at his three fallen allies and the four dead druids.
Light! What a mess! I can't believe we made it after all those creeps did to us!
He watches Kumari heal Theor and Horatius.
"Kumari, I was wounded, but I suspect that the threat is ended now. I'll just wait for my body to heal on its own. Thank you for your kindness in ministering to our fallen friends."
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Horatius's eyes snap open with the first application of Kumaris healing magics but it takes a second to knit the bones and begin to heal the worst of his internal injuries.
"My thanks Mistress Azar. The blessings of the Dawn Flower are most appreciated."
Looking about he picks up his sword as he rises and scans the area for friends and foes. "The threat is ended then. Theor...Bayani...are they?"[b] he asks before catching sight of Theor groggily getting his bearings and the elfs corpse laying motionless upon the ground. Bowing his head he says, [b]"I saw him fall but had hoped...He was a fine and honorable companion and will be missed."
Seeing no imminent threat the paladin walks over to Bayanis body and places it in as restful a position as he can before returning the maguses blade to his hands. "Kumari I do not know much of our friends faith but perhaps we might both offer him our gods blessings on his journey." He then takes a few moments to offer Erastils simple prayer for fallen defenders.
"Where is this cursed item that has cost men their humanity and our friend his life?" he asks when his prayer is complete.
Perception if you are looking for *something* ;)
The Atavistic Splinter is still puldating with energy!
Although the megaliths are no longer throwing electrical surges across the "room".
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Horatius's eyes are drawn to the artifact floating amongst the strings of eldritch power. Sheathing his own sword he reaches down and picks up one of the druids quarter staves before asking, "Mistress Azar do you have any knowledge of such magics? Perhaps your own talents might be of use in this Darius? If not I shall try the more direct approach."
> 2 electrical damage.
Darius succeeds in taking it out, but not without zapping his fingers a bit.
The electrical vibe in the room seems to be dissipating rather fast after this.
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"Thanks Horatius. It was quite a struggle. I won't soon forget our brave friend here who perished."
Darius will search the druids and the chests they came across before. When the party leaves the Henge proper he says:
"A moment, please. There is a small matter that I must attend to privately"
Darius, okay.
Horatius, okay.
Others want to do anything?
the terrible affliction.
True...
Damn man, I feel bad. You're my first obituary in PFS :(
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The voyage back to Absalom seems quicker than the journey North. Passing through familiar territory speeds things along but it is the quiet reflection on the recent flurry of events that truly makes the miles fly by. This was only the second mission for the Lodge that Horatius had undertaken but already he'd seen a good companion fall. He was grateful to Erastil that the rest were safe and that their mission was a success.
His first task, far in the frozen north, had tested his endurance by pitting his party against both the elements and dangerous foes but this mission had tested his very sense of self. Even as he considered the effects of the druids curse the paladin found his eyes drawn to his hands. Opening and closing them he remembered the hair and claws that so recently had sullied them.
"One last task." he thought. Down in the hold of the ship, carefully wrapped and protected by enchantments, was the body of their companion. Horatius would see him back to those of the Lantern Lodge who still remained with the Society so they might inter him properly.
Drawing a deep breath he then turned from the railing to join his new friends as they celebrated their success in one of the ships cabins. Truly Erastil must smile upon the sense of community and trust that arises when a group of individuals face strife together and end up as so much more.
Player name : Steve
Character Name : Horatius Lartius
PFS #79960-2
Faction : Silver Crusade
Sold : Greatsword +25 gp
CLW potions (used)
Bought : (482 gp total, 2 PP)
Mwk Greatsword 350gp
Silver Shortsword 30gp
Silk Rope 50' 10gp
Rations x2 1gp
CLW potion 50gp
Alch Fire x2 40gp
Travelers Cloths 1gp
CLW Wand - 2 pp
Starting Gold : 504.83 gp (Currently 47.83 gp)