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Not wanting to look weak, especially to the longshanks, "Loohi is good, but if others want to rests, I is good with that. Ok. It's decided. Let's go back to the library and have some more teas and rest. Yup. That's what we gonna do." Loohi unsteadily starts making his way back to the library, without looking to his colleagues.
You go back to the library and set up camp. With the ghost locked up in an item and the kobolds defeated, there doesn’t appear to be anything left to disturb you.
The Squire figures out exactly how to deal with Loohi’s injuries!
After that and a nights rest, the team is fully healed and prepared.
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Flikk watches the Squire rub Loohi's feet and seems pretty grossed out by it all. "Do Longshanks know where Goblin feet go?" He thinks about letting him know all the places HIS feet have gone, but judging the look on Loohi's face he's either well fed or feet rubs feel REAL GUD.
"Ok, do my feet next. I think one of them lizards stepped on toe..." He takes off his well worn leather boots and props his feet up for Squire. Its obvious Flikk doesn't have any toe injuries, just some stinky feet.
"Flikk not killed any devils personally yet, but tomorrow be first one me thinks. Maybe he beg for life and we make him our house cleaner for ever and ever." It can't hurt to dream can it?
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As he starts brewing tea and trying to get some semblance of a hit meal together, despite not having any cooking supplies, Ionic starts relating all he knows about bearded devils "Sooo one time on dis ships we were raidin' we came across this big burly red din'. Had a tentacle-like beard and a glaive..."
In the morning as you are headed back across the barricade, Tuhdah finds an old desk that was used as part of the it. The thing that attracts his interest is the main drawer of the desk is still shut and locked.
Loohi finds a nice set of googles in the formerly locked drawer.
Upon reaching the final landing of Diggen's Rest, a long hallway stretches up to a dusty stone throne on a raised onyx dais. Simmering patches of flame burn ceaselessly beneath three square grates on the floor, giving off shimmering waves of heat despite the surrounding stone remaining unmarred and cool to the touch.
You see a creature lounging on a throne with a glaive sitting on the dais directly in front of him. You assume this is the bearded devil Nashaxian that Diggen Thrune told you of.
It calls out to you “Welcome, friends, to my humble abode. I trust the attendants were hospitable?”
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Flikk screeches as Squire twists his ankle "Ok ok, that too much, no more." He pulls his throbbing foot back and blows on it to cool the reddening, then puts it back in his boot.
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"Cool extra set of eyes there. Try them on!"
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In regards to the devil, Flikk isn't nearly so horse-assed as Loohi, knowing from Ionic's information that this guy is no lizard man! "Oh, no mind him, he still sore from mean lizards. We come to set you free from your imprisoned... ness. Old ghosty downstairs told us how, that ok?"
Nashaxian looks at The Squire and says “Perhaps in a bit. Right now I’m in more of a talking mood.” He gnaws on a bone with a few shreds of meat still hanging off it.
He looks about to reply to Loohi when Flikk steps in.
“ Is that old ghost still lingering in the lower halls? Hah! That'll teach him.”
“Although I wouldn’t mind a little entertainment, I do not wish to be released.” With a gesture to his surroundings he says “This is much more comfortable than where I come from.”
Looking towards Flikk he says “Sounds like he is trying to get you involved in another of his schemes.”
With a horrible, knowing smile he says “He thought he could ‘borrow' some infernal muscle for a few months and slip away with possession of his soul. Until the empire of Cheliax reclaims possession of these lands and restores peace to the region, I'm stuck in this tower and bound to this throne. And as long as I'm stuck here, he can't leave under his own power.”
“Say... You wouldn't happen to have him with you, would you? He's certainly foolish enough to think he can get one over on me, even after all his prior failures.”
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Flikk recognizes the eyewear as a pair of Tracker’s Goggles.
ITEM 3
DIVINATION INVESTED MAGICAL
Usage worn eyepiece; Bulk—
These lenses of forest-green glass are bound in rough leather stitched with crude twine. While wearing these goggles, you gain a +1 bonus to Survival checks to Sense Direction and Track. If you fail a check to Track, you can try again after 30 minutes rather than an hour.
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Tuhdah listens to the conversation trying to get a read on the devil's intentions then interjects, "What do you mean by 'slip away with possesion of his soul?' Isn't he dead? Wouldn't his soul be released when he died?"
"Aren't you bored confined to this room for a couple hundred years? We're here to reclaim this keep and bring peace to the area. Doesn't that fulfill your obligation? Plus, we and our organization are the rightful owners to this keep. We have the paper to prove it. We are even allied with Cheliax" When it suits the Pathfinders.
The devil isn’t trying to hide his feelings. He is bored right now and sees your group as potential entertainment.
"What do you mean by 'slip away with possesion of his soul?' Isn't he dead? Wouldn't his soul be released when he died?"
In a threatening tone he tells Tuhdah “You try my patience, little one. You should learn to listen, especially when your betters are explaining things to you.”
“Diggen tried to cheat a devil and failed. You already said you knew he was a ghost. His body is gone, but the contract holds his soul here.” Nashaxian seems pleased that this is the case.
"Aren't you bored confined to this room for a couple hundred years? We're here to reclaim this keep and bring peace to the area. Doesn't that fulfill your obligation? Plus, we and our organization are the rightful owners to this keep. We have the paper to prove it. We are even allied with Cheliax" When it suits the Pathfinders.
“Allies are not the same as the nation of Cheliax claiming it, and I have no interest in peace.”
He throws the bone he had been gnawing on behind his throne. Looking towards The Squire, he says “If you have a foot you’ve massaged, I wouldn’t mind a fresher and more tender snack.”
“Why, does yours taste bad?” Nashaxian licks his lips as he looks The Squire over.
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"Diggen? Oh ya, he's hitching a ride with us. He was pretty chatty and bored too I guess!" Flikk says, a bit nervously, giving Tuhdah an elbow about Diggen.
"So what you do with old Pathfinders that come here long time ago? Mind if we look at their stuffs?" Flikk smiles, hoping to keep the devil in his good graces.
“I've become quite bored gnawing on kobold souls. Since Diggen and I are bound together for the foreseeable future, it would be nice if he were up here with me so we can... chat.”
Looking directly at Flikk, he eagerly asks “Where is he?”
He seems to have totally ignored the rest of what Flikk said, focusing only on the part about you having Diggen with you.
The devil gives an amused laugh at Ionic's question. "Hell already has claim to his soul! That is what he gave up to get me stationed here."
Nashaxian gives Flikk an irritated look, then stands and says “I can show you, since that seems to be your wish.”
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The devil picks up his glaive, saying "The offer was a demonstration. A demonstration it will be!"
Nashaxian readies his glaive for an attack.
“I feel compelled to warn you that you will get no mercy from me. Enter my throne room only if you want to die.”
Bolded may act.
Round 1:
Nashaxian
Ionic
Loohi
Tuhdah
Vandor
Flikk
The Squire
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Flikk follows behind Loohi, getting himself a bit closer before drawing out his little goblin bow and arcing a shot at the devil... or sorta near him at least.
"Ok. I stay out here for now. But you threaten us first. Also, we own this tower and you must go. You evicted." He follows that up with a slobbery raspberry.
“My contract still is in effect, I would know if it changed status.”
They are most likely telling the truth. Although there may be loopholes, in general a devil bound by a contract knows when the contract has been completed, voided, canceled or otherwise ends.
People move forward into the room.
Flikk demonstrates why he isn't the diplomat of the party. The devil plays the straight man.
Bolded may act.
Inspire is active.
Round 1:
Nashaxian
Ionic
Loohi
Tuhdah
Vandor
Flikk
The Squire