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Nuwa starts to cough blood and looks with disgust at Swarm.
“We have to save him!!“ she says but her weak condition doesn’t allow her to do more than walk.
“Aoa! Get him up here please!!“ she pleads.

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Aoa looks at the whole situation and then at her own form which is still bloodied.
She grunts as if she wants to say something.
But she shakes her head and climbs down the rubble carefully.
She looks for rope and ties it to remaining iron balcony and makes sure it’s strong enough.
She then climbs down and first stabilizes the Aphorite.
20 ft climb speed. Just saw that he’s already stable. ;-)
“Axis has to see your strength Bry-Anne … it isn’t time to go!“ she says more emotional than usual.
She then binds the rope around the Magus.
“Pull us up please someone!“ she says.
Climb speed 20 ft to get up and Aoa will also partially carry Bry-Anne.
Strength check : 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

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Awestruck at Nuwa's display, Balenar is momentarily fascinated. He then realizes how injured both the azata and half-elf are. He runs to them. "Hold on now. You've both been through a lot. Let me tend to those wounds."
CLW vs Aoa: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
CLW vs Nuwa: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
CLW vs Nuwa: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
"I should save the last of my magic for Bry-Anne...if he yet lives."
Together the team gently recovers the magus.
CLW vs Byr-Anne: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Player Status
Nuwa {10/14 hp / optimist}
Swarm {Full hp / pessimist}
Bry-Anne {5/10 hp / lucky?}
Beleg {Full hp / stoic}
Aoa {5/6 hp / Frustrated that death itself is not enough to be free of this servitude}
Further exploration of the top floor may be a risk, but perhaps not. From what you can see, there are no obvious places to search that are hidden from plain sight.
What would you care to do?

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Nuwa thanks Balenar with an appreciative smile.
She stands up and looks at Bry-Anne.
“Are you alright again?! I’m so glad that you did not drop down further!!“ she says affectionately.

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Bry-Anne staggers to his feet. "That was... unexpected." Pulling out a scorched mulberry branch, he conjures a slow, but steady stream of regeneration. "My thanks for your investigation. Does anyone else require assistance?"
Brand new wand of infernal healing available if anyone wants a tap.

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The team cautiously makes its way back down the stairwell. You finally make it to the ground floor. Carefully you begin to carefully pick the new debris scattered across the ground. As Beleg reaches the archway to the outside, he clearly notes the sound of spellcasting!
Just like the epic poems, it seems evil does not die so easily!
Taskar stands grimly, covered in dust, blood, and bits of mortar. One arm hangs limply, his shoulder clearly dislocated. In one clawed hand grips a small flaming sphere. He leans against a huge piece of rubble, clearly using it to support his own weight. With wild eyes, he screams accusatorily, "You stole everything! I was destined to be a godking! My army was going to tear down the walls of Absolom! And you ruined it! Now you die!"
Kinda like this, and probably how it is going to end.
Aoa: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
Nuwa: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Swarm: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Bry-Anne: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
ONE LAST THING!
Beleg
Swarm
Aoa
Bry-Anne
Nuwa
Taskar
Balenar
We are on Slide 1

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Awesome scene!! Love it!! ;-)
"You should have stayed dead!" Nuwa shouts and moves forward.
Intimidate to demoralize: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

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Aoa charges forward and attacks the troglodyte with her reach weapon!
Bardiche, reach: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 + 2 = 151d10 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
"Down with you!!"

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Nonplussed, Beleg brings up his bow and fires, saying, ”Your kingdom dies here!”
To hit: Base/DEX, MW, PBS, IC
Damage: STR, PBS, Studied Target, IC
MW Composite Longbow: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 6 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 29
Confirmation: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 6 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 24
Cold Iron/Piercing/Critical Damage: 3d6 + 6 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (3, 2, 5) + 6 + 3 + 3 = 22

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"Your sense of self-worth is exaggerated beyond reasonable expectations," Bry-Anne tells the troglodyte (or it's corpse after that shot from Beleg).

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Swarm levels his crossbow, ready to shoot.
Move to get a clear shot, standard ready action: shoot

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Swarm levels his crossbow, ready to shoot.
Move to get a clear shot (if possible), standard to ready: shoot

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Before the would-be troglodyte tyrant has an opportunity to do any more harm, Beleg's arrow pierce's the shaman's heart. With a wheezing hiss, Taskar's knees give out as he unceremoniously collapses to the ground.
Balenar's relief is palpable. His torment at the hands of the reptilians has come to an end. "It's finally over. Thank the gods!" The bard drags his eyes away from the body. It takes a moment for him to realize that you are present. In an instant, his demeanor changes. With a wide smile and a hearty slapping of backs, "Thank you. Thank you all! I know I was a fool to come seeking glory on my own. A lesson I shall not soon forget. But you all? Amazing! Simply amazing. I would love to tell your tale. Put it to music. I think people would be chomping at the bit to hear of your bravery and guile. What do you say?"
As you make your way back towards Absolom, Balenar asks for details as he furiously takes notes. You do have the suspicion that he may 'slightly' embellish his role in the events of... The Fallen Fortress.
And so this story draws to a close
On a side note, the fall damage was so poor that Taskar survived with 1 hp. He was a tough challenge.

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Nuwa Is relieved that this chapter ended well and she really feels as if this group came together and the bard’s story is just icing on the cake!
“We did an incredible job! This was so exciting! I knew that together we could make it and Zaarah did not promise too much when she said that it would be fantastic to be a Pathfinder. Great, right guys??“ she asks clapping her hands.

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Aoa remains silent and does not seem convinced.