The red elemental struggles again with the blinding dust, though it manages to clear its sight at the end of its turn.
End of Red's Turn:
The blue elemental attacks Grel.
for
The gargoyle stands stunned.
~+~Combat Round 2~+~
Kije
Red (-21)(Blind, Sparkle)
Blue (-6)(Sparkle)
Green (-36)(Stunned 1/1, Sparkle)
Grel
(Summon)
Yasuka Kimune
Walla (-11)
Katswiri
Another flurry of attacks takes significant chunks out of the opposition.
~+~Combat Round 3~+~
Kije
Red (-21)(Sparkle)
Blue (-29)(Sparkle)
Green (-50)(Sparkle)
Grel
(Summon)
Yasuka Kimune
Walla (-11)
Katswiri
Pathfinders push back the extraplanar mercenaries, which flee the Society's ferocious counterattack. The few remaining elementals fight to the last but quickly crumble under the assault. With the path back to the surface clear, Sorrina Westyr leads the way up to the portals, while Drandle Dreng organizes a quick head count, and begins ushering groups of agents back to Golarion.
Sorrina Westyr is among the last to step back onto the Isle of Kortos, carrying a beautiful, fist-sized opal that seems to glow with countless colors. Overhead, the once-radiant Aucturn's Tear gradually fades in brightness until it's imperceptible against the night sky.
The Master of Spells holds the immense gem aloft and speaks to the gathered agents. “We have accomplished a marvel today. I hold here an artifact in which dwells a powerful air spirit called Ranginori. Many ages ago, the Elemental Planes existed in balance, forces of good and evil locked in equilibrium. The elemental lords we know of today united against their benign counterparts, and claimed sole dominion. Scholars have speculated on the fates of the defeated, but no longer!”
A few scattered cheers well up from some of the more elementally inclined Pathfinders. Sorrina smiles at them indulgently, and continues.
“It will take time to confirm the outsider trapped within this opal is who he claims to be.” She starts for a moment, as if in response to a comment only she can hear, then looks up to the gemstone apologetically and adds, “Professional caution and courtesy, you understand.” She then looks back to the Pathfinders and continues. “If that's true, though, we now hold the essence of the lost lord of air, Ranginori, Duke of Thunder!”
At this, a wind whips around Sorrina, and she laughs.
“If we can free this being, imagine the history he can share with the Society, the good that might be accomplished. I cannot even begin to speculate on the ramifications for the Elemental Planes…and as word of our accomplishment spreads, there will be many thinking these same thoughts, and not with charitable intent toward us. We must be very cautious in the coming months I fear, and not least in verifying the truth of what we hold.”
“Fortunately, thanks to your efforts this evening, we have crippled key allies and armies of the elemental lords who opposed us. It speaks volumes of what the Society has accomplished in the past decade that I can sincerely state you defied demigods and emerged triumphant! It has been my privilege to have been part of that effort.”
Then Drandle Dreng totters forward, weaving and swaying as if still trying to adjust back to Golarian’s gravity. “We traveled to the stars, and showed those sanctimonious sycophants just what the Society can do!” Then he scratches his shaggy chin, muttering to himself. “Heh. Pathfinders in the Stars. Starry Pathfinders? Starfinders? Starfinder Society! Heh. That’s catchy... I’ll have to remember that.”
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Grel is ready for another hammerfall when the enemies melt away. He waits a moment to ascertain what is happening, exactly. Enough time passes for the crocodile to pass back to its native plane.
Indeed, Starfinders. I'd like to resume my fulltime post on the solid ground. Grel sighs a bit of relief, hopefully out of sight from the rest of the group.
Hurray! You did it! I'll try to have chronicle sheets up today. Great running for you folks!
Here are your CHRONICLE SHEETS.
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As the group returns to the surface of Golarion, Katswiri hurries over and heals Wala before pulling her journal and paint set out of her haversack. "That was amazing! Any endeavor that calls on the full strength of the society has yet to disappoint. I must record what we saw, what we encountered while the images are still fresh in my mind. I'll want to be able to make a full report of my perspective of the mission to the society after this one."
"I usually do my reports primarily through painted illustrations with annotations, since I find it the most natural way to convey information. I would be pleased to add any illustrations that any of you might wish to add to your reports. It was a pleasure working with all of you, and I want to thank you all for working together as a team. That could have been a deadly dangerous expedition without all of your contributions."
Katswiri will then proceed to begin painting pictures into her journal, reconstructing the best representation she can from memory. She will pictures of the initial fight at the asteroid's entrance, the encounter with the water veela, the oracle of lovo's frozen pool, the wish granting by Zhaleh Setat, the wish granting by Fahaz, the floating island approach to the central core, and the puzzle orb while being attacked.
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Kije suggests a one-page illustration of the maximized fireball evaporating the constructs and the warding circles in one shot, adding that he's willing to let Katswiri use some of his fire ink for added effect. He watches sadly as the two rods vanish as easily as they had appeared, hoping to one day have such ease of power in his hands once again.
Yes, you need to choose fire or water.
Katswiri, those encounters would be fine for your faction card.
And yes, you all did spend 1 Prestige on the protective spell.