Squeak!
Faseil and the rat both get zotted!
OW! Haggra notes that his cold iron weapon seems particularly effective against the Skelm!
Fseil rants once again! You're all PATHETIC and WEAK!
He then dashes around to attack Haggra! This time, he overcomes his own sense of shame and uses his horns! He strikes recklessly, pulling himself off-balance in an attempt to do as much devastation as possible.
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Flamel
Faseil
➤ Haggra
➤ Scerzaq
➤ Mint
Rat
Aurika
Dramar
DC 29 (crit success), second success by another PC, or DC 21 as second check after first success:
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Scerzaq rushes over to Flamel and skids on his knees as he draws the last of the fountain drinks from his pouch. Lifting their head back he rps the cork out with his teeth and pours it into her mouth.
HP 24/24
AC 18 (19 w/ Shield)
Spells (1) Hydraulic Push
Focus Points 0/1
Bend Time 1/1 (1/Day)
Hero Point 2/3
Magical Mentor (Spell DC's + 2 and extra spell is Hydraulic Push)
Skillful Mentor- All Skill DC's increased by 2
(Att / Dam / Saves / Perc / AC increased by 1)
HP increased by 10
PATHFINDERS, YOU WEAK, PATHET— Haggra'''s cold iron chain slashes the skelm across the throat, shutting him up for good.
As Faseil lays there dying, Scerzaq rushes over to Flamel and heals them.
Even as he clings to life, Faseil drags himself along the ground. “SAFA! Heal me! Return me to my lair, so I may plot my REVENGE!”
Safa appears out of nowhere, descending through the air without bothering to hide their glee. “Of course.” They snap their fingers, summoning a flash of white-hot flames that cauterize Fasiel’s wound. He howls with pain, rolling in the dirt, screaming curses at Safa.
The genie pins him to the ground with one foot and casts a hasty glance around the courtyard.
“His wounds will heal... with time.” Safa flashes a wicked grin, but it lasts only a moment. “Fasiel has encountered the Society before, in the home of Corvius Vayn. He believes your agents prevented him from becoming a genie binder. A cruel genie twisted his wish for confidence and power by transforming him into the creature he is today. The wretched skelm is hateful and cruel, but also shortsighted—he could never match the Pathfinders. Your true foe, the one who gave him my seal, is far more powerful. They hold deep hatred in their heart and have long dreamt of the Society’s downfall. They would trade anything, even me, to further their goals. They’re angry, sinister, loathsome—your newest nemesis. Please don’t ask for a name. Just know that they’re out there, and this... man... is hardly their only puppet.”
Safa stoops hoists the mewling Fasiel over their shoulder, and salutes. “Good game, Pathfinders. I hope we meet again.” With a snap of Safa’s fingers, they both vanish.
In the next blink, you find yourselves back in the real Sedeq Lodge courtyard. It's so crowded with guests that they fail to even register a group of people appearing out of nowhere in their midst.
The crowd is eager to speak with you and congratulate them on a successful party.
Several of the urchins Aurika hired say they’re looking forward to the coming feast. I hear there's a pre-carved roast — medium rare! YUM!
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With the work done, Aurika thoroughly enjoys the party. She snacks liberally, but does not touch the roast.
At one point she can be found dancing, doing her best to drag Haggra into the party. It's possible she's a bit of a lightweight when it comes to imbibing alcohol.
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Flamel partakes of the roast.
Then partakes of it some more.
Observers wonder how one so slight puts that amount of food away.
Dancing is not in Flamel's nature, but a few too many cups of Galtan wine finds them partaking in a rowdy, bawdy version of "Sing Along with Mytch", perhaps a bit too loud.