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A quick peek over the battlements reveals a cluster of skellies. After taking a moment to recall what she can of them, Salaish thinks: Gosh! If only I had something to hit all of them-- "Avoid fire, cold, and electricity!---OH!" Inspiration hits she like a bolt of lightening. Digging into her pack, she withdraws a vial of holy water and chucks it down at the group, watching their reaction with the expression of a mad scientist.
Salaish blows up her target!
Even though one of the skeletons crit fails its save it takes no damage.
Skelly 4 runs up and flails at Dethor, missing twice!
Lokoloko and Daraj are up
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Honzak
Dimitsi
Makai
Dethor
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Skelly 5
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Salaish
Skelly 4
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Lokoloko
Daraj
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Skelly 3
"Avoid fire? You may as well tell me to avoid using garlic!"
The skeletons have lined up for a convenient if futile attack.
◆ Interact to draw lesser alchemist's fire
◆ Strike vs. 3
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◆ Interact to draw lesser alchemist's fire
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Lokoloko steps to stand beside Daraj. Pulling out his last vial of alchemist fire, he whispers to it, kisses it for luck, and hurls it at 5.
"You'se strikes my enemies good"
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Seeing the vial strike 5, Lokoloko's beady red eyes pulse with glee. "Buuuuuuuurrrrrrnnnnnnn!!" he cackles gleefully. He follows up by whirling his sling overhead and sends the rock at 3.
None of the skeletons burn. The alchemists are stymied by fire.
Lokoloko hits #3!
It explodes! but the adjoining skelly doesn't;t are any damage.
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Honzak
Dimitsi
Makai
Dethor
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Skelly 5
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Salaish
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Skelly 4
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Lokoloko
Daraj
Dethor and Dimitsi destroy the last undead. Which also explode.
The sound of the last skeleton's skull exploding like a firectacker — BANG! — sets off a shout of joy from the villagers.
Narsen is overjoyed. I never had a doubt. This has firmly cemented the relationship between Razmiran and the Pathfinder Society. Why, not even a single villager dies. The town's workforce is at full capacity. You may be assured that we look forward to many years of productive and mutually beneficial cooperation.
You remain for a week, watching Lumley scrub the zombie splatter off the wall and drinking for free at the inn.
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You have a choice now: to whom will you give one of Foala's tokens?
You got everyone to helpful.Wasn;t quite there at the end of day 16 but you had a few more days and with 6 PCs on the job… it would have been done handedly.
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Honzak looks down at the pickle, but the happy high coming off Dimitsi and his fulfilling of his purpose makes him not immediately recoil at the thing. He gives a happy chuckle, toasts the goblin and takes a bite without thinking. After a second he stops stark still and looks down at the... thing in his hand. He swallows, blank faced and takes a small second test bite... After a few moments, he finishes it off slowly, as if expecting the thing to turn gross or nasty as he chews.
"That wasn't... terrible. Not my favorite, that's for sure. Those red things are much better, but still palatable." Honzak then makes sure to check that it didn't come from the lizard tail jar.
"Another draw!" Daraj huffs as he "pats" Lokoloko on the back, possibly a little more firmly than necessary. "Of course, these creatures did not let us display our full talents. Who ever hears of skeletons that don't burn? Preposterous!"
Daraj joins the celebration, complimenting each of the lads or lasses - Pathfinder and Razmiran alike - on their skill at construction and/or combat (though Dethor may get a dwarven term of brotherhood instead).
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Daraj intercepts Lokoloko and inspects the pickle at last, pondering what one would do with one, especially in a sandwich. After a moment, he has an idea. He asks Bessama to fetch him some bread, ham, pork cheese, and mustard and eggs and begins slicing the pickles lengthwise...
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Dethor meets with Matthild, just having a nice lunch with him,
While there, he talks with Matthild, trying to gauge his opinion around the Pathfinder Society as well as the Razmiri hierarchy.
He tries to cover up why he is asking, and buries the questions and such in smalltalk.
If he feels that Matthild will be a good ally, he hands him the token.
Matthild wants nothing more than to escape this place. She hates it all. She'll gladly spy while she's here… perhaps in exchange for her freedom via "purchase" by the Society.
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What is the Golarion equivalent of Cubano?
Daraj gives Junissa his token. He also invents something new… it involves pickles and mayonaise and ham.
Lokoloko perfects his Giant Gecko Runt tails. Even Honzak is's willing to admit that pickes are not utterly abominable, he may never try delicacies such as these.
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Makai helps bury the bodies, and offers prayers to the forge-father. Her work in the newly-consecrated shrine remains pristine.
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Salaish carefully chooses who she will give tokens to: Matthild, Aasif, Lot and Horgrat — everyone in town admires the bard and remembers her clairon-call trumpet ringing out over the battlements, and how she helped hem survive the battle.
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How your token-bearers report, and who you can ultimately trust… only time will tell. The whispering lilies sway in the breeze under the fort walls.
One early morning a group of new Pathfinders arrives, relieving you of your duties. As you board the Queen of Elysium once again Narsen waves goodbye, his silver mask gleaming in the rising sunlight. Happy travels, Pathfinders. It looks to be a beautiful day; Praise Razmir — and thrice-blessed be his name — for this dawn and for the good work you have done here!