Natesh recognize a CE fey creature named Quickling. He knows that they are very fast and have a weakness against cold iron.
As Lydia come to strike the creature, it darts aside!
Lydia miss the small fey and it moves away!
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Natesh is started by the sudden of flash of moment striking at him and then again as Kazikli's summoned elemental taps the shoulder. He looks a bit sheepish when it realizes the elemental's intent and stammers out a thanks.
Seeing the incredible speed these fey have Natesh leaves behind the cold iron polearm in favor of drawing out the longbow and firing cold iron arrows into the one of the attackers.
Natesh hits his target!
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"Oooph." Frogger recoils as he's hit.
His muscles tense up. "Hellllllpppp meeee."
◆◆ Cast Ray of Frost
Hopper misses his target like Frogger who starts being slower and slower!
The two creatures, not happy at all to be the target of cold iron arrows, gang up against Natesh after one of them coats something on its blade.
Only one is able to strike Natesh for a small wound but enough for the poison to get into his system!
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Natesh blanches the flurry of motion surrounds him and he feels the blade strike his leg. Hearing Frogger forces the wizard to focus as he focuses his magic to see the progression of Frogger's poison. "I'm not sure Frogger will be able to resist the poison, but ... you might be able to treat the poison. It is hard to tell with so much fighting around!"
Not certain how to react to the rapid moving fey Natesh just tries to drive one off with another arrow shot while he summons a shield to try to protect against the next poisoned blade.
Natesh's arrows fails to find its target! But Natesh himself is able to fight off the poison.
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Frogger's muscles start to relax and he feels more at ease.
◆◆ Cast Tanglefoot
◆ Draw cold iron spear
As soon as Marcus tries to strike the Quickling, it starts moving away!
and he miss his target<
Froggers is unable to catch the creature in its spell but fight off the poison!
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Speaking Auran, Kazikli directs his summoned ally to keep one of the creatures on its toes or, more preferably, on the ground. As longs as it's slowed down, the other can be focused on and dispatched quickly.
He himself moves to blast the one being very slowly surrounded.
Yellow is killed instantaneously by Kazikli toss before it could try to escape Lydia's sword!
Hopper then moves and is able to strike his target with his sickle as Wolfie bites the poor quickling!
But his second try is a miss.
The creature resists to the elemental's wind and walk around the wind, trying to avenge her comrade. It coats his weapon again and run towards the elemental sorceror!
His rapier hits next to the heart of the half-orc!
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Kazikli visibly writhes at the impact, but doesn't buckle or aid the quickling in withdrawing her weapon. With one hand, he directs his mephit into a better position. To further distract his assailant, he bellows in her face. "Savor this. Only a downhill tumble lies ahead!"
The Quikcling doesn't seems afraid of Kazikli's words but is not happy when the mephitic claws next to his jugular. Then it starts paling!
Then, Frogger tries to hit it, but the Quickling dodges, but when Lydia came, it dodges easily the first strike and gets away from the second!
The Quickling dodges, avoids or escapes all of the Pathfinders attacks!
It tries to continues to attack Kazikli who kills its friend! And score again a critical hit on the poor sorcerer who falls unconscious and bleeding on the ground!
And that's for my friend! Bad Pathfinder.
And it stabs the air mephit but fails to hit the creature.
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"Not on my watch..."
Marcus holds an outstretched hand as though in a thrust, then as he withdraws the mimed blade Kazikli's wounds begin to reverse.
"Now then... I believe that reality requires one impalement and as I deprived her of a hole through Kazikli's side, I believe you all know where it should be placed instead."
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Kazikli finds himself on the ground, senses dulled save two burning stab wounds. He blearily pulls himself away from the action. Not wanting to put a target back on himself, he doesn't cast any more spells and keeps directing the mephit instead. The worst he can do there is throw in some Auran expletives when pointing out the quarry.
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Frustrated that his spells aren't working, his weapons aren't working, and now his companions are going down, Frogger gets angry. "You... monster. Just stay still for one second."
◆ Stride away
◆◆ Cast Ray of Frost
Frogger, in his frustration, just can't focus well enough. "ARGH!" He lets out a primal roar.
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Lydia hesitates for but a moment seeing Kazikli fall to the ground, but in her hesitation she sees Marcus is already on it. She shifts her focus towards the creature once more. FOURTH times a charm... Lydia thinks as she runs into a flanking position with Kazikli and she attempts to rip through the creature with her swords.
Marcus quickly heals Kazikli and encourage his companion to finish their enemy.
But, the quickling continues to dodge, avoid or deflects all the Pathfinder's attacks! Until it isn't quick enough to stop Natesh's arrow which burns its flesh deeply.
The creature then decides to moves away but Lydia catches it just before and finishes it off!
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Kazikli doesn't waste more than a few seconds picking himself up after the quickling falls. He waves off the mephit, which immediately disperses. "That could have gone...significantly worse. Many thanks, Marcus. And to everyone, seeing the quick work we made of these ones."
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The ritual is a success and Gregaro Voth is free! The demiplane can’t control him any longer.
Suddenly, there is a strange shaking, like an earthquake rippling through the ground and air alike. The plants in the demiplane begin to grow and change. Oraiah Tolal calls out, “They’re here! The Thorned Monarch has arrived in the demiplane! And they’re not alone. We have an invasion to fight!”
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"Yes... good thing we made... quick... work of them."
He staggers as the ground begins to shake, then quickly takes a fighting stance with his cold-iron blade at the ready. Upon hearing Oraiah's call he grins. "Sounds like they're pissed. Invasion... good thing we've got a ton of pathfinders today eh?"
He cracks his knuckles and shouts out, not just to his immediate allies but all of the pathfinders in the vicinity. "Alright friends, let's make this boring. Just another day in the life of a pathfinder. The days you remember are the days you lose limbs, witness the deaths of civilians, and lose friends. If we do this right, then today will just be another page of the Pathfinder Chronicles. The rest of Golarion will sleep well at night never knowing how close they may have come to fey tyranny, and for us it will be just another in a long line of tales to tell at the bar."
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Hopper would ride on Wolfie slowly standing next to Marcus. The Goblin would keep his sickle unsheathed laying its weight on his shoulder. Hopper would try to look all serious and ready for business. It might have worked if not for the fact that Wolfie started to yawn.
Hopper leans to Marcus when he is done and shares in a hushed voice
"Nicely said, Marcus. Let's hope that we will survive this and have the rest of the Golarion to buy us drinks for what we did here." says Hopper trying o mask the fact that he was scared like never in his 10-year long lifetime.
The waiting never was his strong suit. He reaches for his belt and takes out an alchemist firebomb. He uncorks the bottle and pours few drops on his hands, and rubs it in.
The smell of burned skin and flesh can be smelled in the nearest proximity
"To keep the mind busy..."
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"GOT YA!" yells Lydia as she rips her sword through the creature and watch it collapse on the ground. about time, too....
She turns around to the group, a huge smile on her face that quickly straightens when she sees her teammates still wounded. Lydia rushes over to Kazikli and Natesh, "Here, This might help..." she whispers while Marcus gives his motivational speech.
She then takes out a lesser healing potion from their mission provisions,
Preparing for the next battle, Lydia cleans her swords and then puts one away. She gives Hopper a curious look at first, but ultimately ignores the smell of burnt flesh. "I have a good feeling about this..." she says to him as she draws the last mad mutagen .
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Frogger sits down. "Welp. Maybe I'm getting old. Or maybe the gods don't like me." He holds his head in his hands. Viney, his leshy familiar, climbs out and reassures Frogger. "You're right Viney. I just need to double down and practice more."
Turning to the others, "Does anyone else need healing?".
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"Everyone has their place on the field," Kazikli replies, wincing as he steps closer to talk. "Everyone here attended to one, and did it well."
The half-orc nods approvingly after Marcus is done. "A good speech. To the point, certainly. The fey would want to dance around that, as well as the fact that we have the advantage."
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"Ah, the threats of a megalomaniac. Does he realize that greater slights are actually indicative of... you know... a real threat? As in one that can't be waved away like said civilizations who were only able to muster up lesser slights? Although if he is simply aiming to demoralize our arrayed forces before we begin I guess I can't blame him. It's the sort of think I would do after all."
He faces the direction of the booming voice and brings his cold-iron blade up vertically in front of his face, then sweeps it down and to the side in a traditional fencing salute.
"I don't suppose he will be much interested in a standard bout of regulated dueling? Collegiate fencing rules? I most certainly hope not..."
His eyes turn jet black as he scans the area for new auras as he mutters something that sounds like a curse or an oath in Aklo.
Benarry and Blackthane stand side by side and the half-orc claps her friend on the shoulder. This is it! You got one more battle in you before you retire again? Blackthane scoffs. I’ve got more than that! To battle, Pathfinders! The Thorned Monarch is nothing without their army!
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Kazikli doesn't look fazed by the great voice's pronouncement. He replies to no one in particular, as if he expects it to hear him back. "The odds aren't important, nor is what power the enemy wields. What matters is that I'm fulfilling the role of a Magic Warrior, protecting the Mwangi and far beyond from this evil. But even so the odds are still stacked well towards us."
The half-orc isn't as blustery when a fight rolls around soon after, though. He conjures up another mephit early to avoid a repeat of last time.