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Catushlara slides to the back wall to get out of the heat and channels to those present.
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Therin rushes toward Amiri's location as Zzorn drags the hulking body of the efreet tyrant into the trap, knocking Amiri off the flaming plate.
The monk rushes through the flames again and finds a wand to heal with from his barbarian friend.
Trusting her Tiefling heritage to shield her from the flames, the wizard steps into the flames and hits Merisiel with a charge from her infernal wand. Pai nods and struggles to lift the lithe elf off the ground only making a few feet off the ground. Catushlara uses her final daily channel and waves to the airborne rescue attempt.
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Therin pushes through the searing flames and joins the group surrounding Amiri and channels once more.
Zzorn rips open the body of the fallen leader as Indranna races acrosss the back wall to join the fun. The monk uses the wand before Amiri is placed into the protective "cocoon". Through the gags you can see her eager smile.
Pai continues to rise with Merisiel as the heat continues to punish both. Realizing she might not make it back through the flames, Cat moves toward Therin.
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The cleric makes sure all are near before praying for another burst of healing.
As the monk and wizard snap their wands once more, Zzorn stuffs Amiri in and pulls tight on the makeshift flap.
Pai nears the edge of the heat waves but the rogue she carries still suffers.
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The cleric continues the healing words, trying to bolster their chances.
With a mighty roar, Zzorn drags his "bundle" back through the flames and Amiri matches the roar with a muffled warcry.
The rest of the group, save the two clerics, follow suit.
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Therin channels a final time then nods to the cleric of Sarenrae, framed by the bellowing inferno.
"Shall we?"
The two rush through the flames and within moments the room quiets to a hush as the fires expire.
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Kyra = 11 hp left
Merisiel = 4 hp left
Amiri = 30 hp left
Catushlara = 15 hp left
Indranna = 27 hp left
Pai = 56 hp left
Sleeping Sword = 21 hp left
Therin = 13 hp left
Zzorn = 55 hp left
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"Okay! Let's heal you folks up! Therin, do you still have my wand?--Ohhhh..." For the first time, Pai notices the prone, crispy oread. Quickly flying to her, she checks for vital signs. "Oh no oh no oh no! Please..." It's clear from her body language and the tone of her voice that she doesn't have much hope.
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Aye...nothing left now except except pray for their soul and prepare for the interment. Is there any serious wounds? Burns can be tricky if not treated properly... Therin asks the others after saying a quick prayer over the fallen. He then sits down and lets out a long breath.
[b]That was a bit on the tricky side...I need to get more flexible with how I approach combat.
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News of Tygora’s defeat spreads quickly first through the fortress, then all of Crystalcrag, and the oreads respond with a mix of disbelief, relief, and confusion about what the future holds.
As your group gathers and prepares to leave for Absalom, the mood in town is quite somber for such a successful rebellion. Only the slag giant Valsog walks you slowly to the front gates (now visible as the illusion hiding the settlement has faded with Tygora’s demise). He pulls Therin aside and offers his services to repair the blade Gamin as thanks for what was accomplished.
With the unfortunate and untimely death of Glaheri in the throne room, Eurdan Stonemantle does his best to organize and encourage the newly liberated geniekin, though he would undoubtedly be better able to lead them with the help of his former associate.
As a result, many ifrits ultimately accept Tygora’s defeat but refuse to live alongside the oreads as equals, leading to a large exodus of geniekin over the ensuing months that leaves Crystalcrag weaker and its future... uncertain.
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At Sleeping Sword's lamentation, Pai's face crumples, and she throws her arms around his neck for a moment as she collects herself. Pulling away, she shakes herself and begins fussing over the rescued Pathfinders like a mother hen. She lets Kyra handle the healing, since she's way better at it, and then guards and herds them like a sheepdog as the group exits the palace.
When the Pathfinders meet up with Erudan for the first time after the rebellion, tears well up in Pai's eyes. "Oh Erudan, we're so sorry! We couldn't save her. I'm just sure the oread woman in the throne room was Glaheri, and Tygora killed her right in front of us, just to be mean! I'm so sorry we couldn't save her! I'm so sorry." The tears fall as she speaks. For all her energy and impulsiveness, she does stop to feel every once in a while.
Later, as Erudan is lamenting the situation in which Tygora's defeat leaves the city, Pai exclaims: "Well, gosh, Erudan! If you guys need some help, we can see what the Pathfinder Society can do. We're not a nation, so you don't have to worry about us trying to take you over or anything. But we have allies all over who could be interested in some kind of partnership. Just a thought, and we respect your autonomy and all. Think about it, and let us know, okay?"
As Valsog offers to fix Gamin, Pai flies up, throws her tiny arms as far around his neck as possible, and plants a kiss on his jaw, which is as close to his cheek as she can reach. "Thank you so much for everything, Valsog! You're the best! (I know Therin'll thank you a different way.)" She gives him a conspiratorial wink and flies back down to the group.
