Round 7
The dragon continues to fly in lazy corners. Still 60 feet above Aukan. It is ready to attack anything coming up to it.
Sprays another line of acid, striking Aukan, Kazko, Davod, and carpet. Then climbs up again.
breath weapon 80-ft. line, DC 22, acid
Round 8-11
The dragon flies around trying to recover its breath weapon. Healing itself with potions. It also seems to be casting spells.
Round 9
Cracks in the massive statue begin to glow with a green glow.
Round 10
The cracks get bigger and the glow intensifies.
Round 9
She looks at the others and states, "That can't be good. One more dragon for us to play with?! Let us get into position around it, incase it does come out to play. She moves to the far side of the dragon statue.
[b]Round 10
She readies to strike.
Round 8
Davod tries again to land on the dragon to attack.
The black dragon dodges the jumping rogue, allowing him to fall. Thankfully, Carpet catches him before he hits the ground.
Round 9 - 11
Davod lands next to Sasha. "Can't reach that dragon in the air. Even with carpet!"
The dragon seems well aware of its ability to lazily swoop around above the group. It stays away from the walls and continues to use its breath weapon.
Round 11
The huge dragon begins to break free from its stone prison. The other dragon wreathes it in its acid breath to help free it.
Large dragon recovers breath weapon for Round 14.
Sasha gets caught up in this breath weapon.
acid
The huge dragon breathes acid upon itself, nearly freeing it.
Round 13 more breath weapon.
Aukan, Sasha, and anyone else around the huge dragon get caught up in this breath weapon making a pool of acid.
acid
Round 12
Round 7
She runs up to Kazko and heals him hoping to jump start his fast healing again. "By the flame restore your flesh. How is that?
Round 8 & 9
She levitates up and adjusts so that she can shoot the dragon with her fire blast.
Round 10
She drops and casts a spell calling upon the flame within, "Come boiling blood within you to stir! Blood Rage!!!" She casts the spell upon Kazko and Aukan as they are together.
Round 9
She goes puts her gloves into the blood of the first dragon killed.
Round 10
She strikes out to get a sneak attack on the creature.
( 1d6 sneak, studied target)
Round 11
She strikes out again to no avail as the blade is deflected by the creature's thick scales.
( 1d6 sneak, studied target)
Round 7
He activates his wings and charges the dragon.
He slashes deep into the dragon's neck....
Round 8
He complains, "Yeah, we need to invest in some ways to fly more consistently. Ready for another attempt at a jump?"
He catches the troll.
Round 9
He rushes over to the huge dragon statue that looks like a new threat is coming out!
Round 10
He charges the huge dragon as it starts to free.
Round 11
He continues to use his vital strike to kill the huge dragon!
Round 11
She screams in pain as she dodges backwards.
Round 12
She heals herself, the dragon, anyone within 30 feet and Aukan.
Round 11
He screams in pain, dodging the acid.
Round 12
He strikes out at the huge dragon, trusting his group to heal him.
201 total damage!
Round 13
He strikes out at the huge dragon, but as it begins to attack him, he must resist its aura and onslaught.
201 total damage!
Round 11
She screams in pain as she dodges backwards.
Round 12
She heals herself, not the dragon, anyone within 30 feet and Aukan.
healed!
Round 13
She heals herself, not the dragon, anyone within 30 feet and Aukan.
but healed!
Round 12
The huge anceint dragon is free it attacks Aukan. Releasing its Aura: frightful presence (300 ft., Will DC 25).
The pool of acid does more bubbling damage.
4d6 acid
Round 13
The huge anceint dragon continues to attack Aukan. Releasing its Aura: frightful presence (300 ft., Will DC 25).
The pool of acid does more bubbling damage.
4d6 acid
Round 12
The suli stands in fear of the massive black dragon and it's vicious attack on the goliath.
"Go!" Davod leaps on Carpet and flies over the acid pool.
Round 13
Carpet flies over the black dragon. "Carpet, fly and bring the others." The suli thief then jumps off the intelligent flying carpet to land on the black dragon's back.
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Rounds 7
Kazko stops raging and moves to a wall.
Kazko slashes at the dragon if it comes to close.
Rounds 8
Kazko climbs up the wall some and readies if the creature comes closer.
Kazko slashes at the dragon if it comes to close.
Rounds 9
Kazko climbs towards the roof and
Kazko slashes at the dragon if it comes to close.
Rounds 10
Kazko keeps going!
Kazko slashes at the dragon if it comes to close.
Rounds 11
Kazko scurries along the roof and drops down onto the dragon!
Kazko slashes at the dragon if it comes to close.
Rounds 12
[ooc]I fail.
Round 14
He strikes out at the huge dragon and attempts to deflect blows with his greatsword.
275 total damage!
Round 12
Davod, overcome by Dragon Fear, drops his weapons and runs toward the entrance and Lady Pharos.
Round 14
The huge anceint dragon continues spews acid at Aukan and anyone else in range.
The pool of acid does more bubbling damage.
New pool of acid.
Round 15
4d6 acid
Round 14
She screams in pain as she dodges backwards.
healed!
Round 15
She heals herself, not the dragon, anyone within 30 feet.
healed!
Round 15
He strikes out at the huge dragon and attempts to deflect blows with his greatsword.
352 total damage!
The dragon falls like a collapsing mountain, its massive form shaking the ground as it hits with a thunderous, shuddering crash. Its wings, once proud and sky-darkening, twitch weakly before settling in a heavy sprawl across the earth.
Where its neck was cleanly severed, steam rises—thick, hissing ribbons of white that curl upward like the last remnants of a dying storm. Crystalline dragon-blood pools in the torn soil, glowing faintly with an inner heat, sizzling where it touches loose dirt and shattered stone.
The beast’s golden eyes, dimming by the heartbeat, still hold a flicker of ancient fury. They stare unblinking as though refusing to accept the finality of the ground beneath it.
Then, with a long, rattling exhale that echoes across the battlefield, the great creature’s body slackens.
By the dragon’s blood, Aukan’s blade begins to shimmer—first with a faint glint, then with a rising brilliance that dances along its length. The crimson droplets soak into the metal as though the sword is drinking deeply, hungry for the power offered to it. Veins of molten gold spread across the steel, branching like lightning under glass.
A soft hum vibrates through Aukan’s palm, resonant and alive. The weapon grows warm, pulsing in time with some ancient heartbeat now fused to it. Runes that had long lain dormant flare to life, casting sharp, flickering light across Aukan’s body and the churned battlefield.
The air around the blade crackles. Aukan lifts it, and it sings—a clear, ringing note filled with newly awakened strength.
What was once steel is now something more:
a shard of the dragon’s own might, bound to Aukan’s hand, ready to carve a new legend from the world.
Round 16
The other dragon continues to sweep and spray the group with acid. Alexandria picks up Davod into her empty arms.
Aukan takes to the sky on his renewed wings and slays the other dragon as well.
The group moves from the pool of acid and Nima heals the group several more times with two channels before their natural healing takes over.
Alexandria comes over picking up Davod's blades and joining the group. Carpet hovers nearby ready to help.
Sasha swears to herself. Apparently being hard on herself. Aukan looks at his sword in amazement and looks to the next door. He remains with the group but still is eager to finish the fight.
The suli meekly return to the group. "I-", Davod stammered. "I am ashamed of myself. I let Dragon Fear take me when my team needed me the most. Aukan. I am so sorry. Desna, please forgive my weakness."
He slams the blade into the ground and comes over to Davod. Picking him up in a hug. "No worries my friend. I barely fought through it. We don't hold it against you."
The suli lets out a muffled cry as the strong goliath embraces him.
"Thank...you..!"
Once Aukan sets Davod down, the rogue regains his senses, and looks around the large shared area, looking for treasure.
He lets Davod down and chuckles, "Yeah I get that Kazko! No more room to run!!!"
She walks forward and touches each of you, her magic shimmering and giving each of you a glow. "By my power and your sacrifice I make you stronger!" Sparks fly from your bodies and soon you feel new knowledge expanding your understanding.
After her breathing becomes normal she relays, "Sorry for my absence but I found a chance to make you all stronger and took it!"
"How is everyone healing? Davod don't worry about it we know you would not have run if it was your choice!" She innocently states, not realizing what impact the words might have.
Ever vigilant she moves further in and returns. Her sparks flying like the rest of you.
She then relays, "Wow I feel great! Just a door further in."
She walks forward and touches each of you, her magic shimmering and giving each of you a glow. "By my power and your sacrifice I make you stronger!" Sparks fly from your bodies and soon you feel new knowledge expanding your understanding.
After her breathing becomes normal she relays, "Sorry for my absence but I found a chance to make you all stronger and took it!"
”Really?” Davod questioned, looking at himself as the magic shimmer fades from his skin. ”I don't any D-I-F-F-E-R-E-N-T......” The thief's body falls limb on the ground.
Davod Mohidoon could feel his soul ripped from his body and launched out into the universe. The suli no longer had form, but twinkled as a shooting star racing through the cosmos. Somehow Davod knew his spirit was flying directly into Golarion's North Star. As the thief's spirit entered the star, Davod witnesses his spirit flying toward massive crystalline palace floating in space, it's countess facets ever changing. Davod's spirit was drawn into the floating castle and through it's winding hallways, until the roguish spirit was brought before a massive blue crystal throne. There, sitting proudly and in Her power, was Desna, Goddess of Fortune, The Starsong.
”Greetings, Davod Mohidoon. It is I, your divine patron, Desna. I wished to bring you here to The Sevenfold Cynosure once your efreeti lover made the proper sacrifice to transmogrify your essence into a gestalt being. As a gestalt being, you now can benefit from having two different classes at the same time. I have heard your prayers, Davod, of how you wish for a closer connection to me, of which I am flattered. I can see even now how your spirit is Sublime, and you dream of being an 'immortal thief of legend'. How would you like to be an immortal thief AND one of my clerics? You will be gifted with the power and abilities of a Desnan cleric as well as a Katapesh rogue. Some skills may be lessened to make room for the knowledge a cleric enjoys, but you will be much more than the rogue you once were. You will continue to enjoy your sublime life and be my agent on Golarion, or wherever Aukan's Warband take you. All you need to is accept my offer and your soul will be restored into your new gestalt body. Davod Mohidoon, do you accept?”
Despite not having a mouth, Davod's soul accepted the term set by his Goddess.
”Excellent”, Desna exclaimed. ”Come forward and receive my blessing.”
The disembodied spirit of Davod floated closer to The Great Dreamer. Desna held her hand on both sides of Davod's mortal soul. Light from Desna's hands entered Davod's spirit allowing it to glow the same shade of blue as the crystal throne his Goddess at upon.
”There. It is done. When your spirit reenters your body, you will become my cleric..as well as my thief. I look forward to your nightly prayers, Davod Mohidoon, and many lifetimes in my service. Farewell.”
Davod's spirit then rocketed back toward Golarion, then passing through the dimension barriers into The Pleasure Plane.
Davod gasped loudly, truly bewildered. The suli could feel his mind resetting itself with the additional knowledges Desna promised. The thief quickly got off the ground in a blind panic and looked around at everyone.
”I'm back! I”m back! And..” Davod paused. His neck felt noticeably heavier. He reached under his dirty shirt to pull out a gold necklace; with Desna's holy symbol on it.
”I..I am Davod Mohidoon”, the suli breathed. ”Master Thief..and Cleric of Desna, The Goddess of Luck and Dreams! HaHA!”
Nima drops to a knee as she feels a change too... It began as a quiet stirring beneath her skin—an ember-pulse beating in rhythm with her heart. At first it flickered only in dreams: endless dunes beneath a molten sky, a burning palace of brass, and a towering figure wreathed in living fire watching her with ancient, patient eyes.
The glow in her skin brightened from a soft radiance to a steady, unsettling shimmer. Heat curled off her in gentle waves, bending the air. Time seemed to loosen around the edges. When she closed her eyes, she no longer felt her body resting on the earth; instead, she felt the pull of another plane—the Sea of Fire, where flame is not merely an element but language, memory, and will.
She stepped inward, not outward.
The moment she surrendered, her spirit slipped free of flesh like a spark rising from a torch. She found herself standing before a colossal furnace-gate, its arch inscribed with runes that burned hotter the longer she gazed upon them. Behind it roared a kingdom entirely of flame.
From within, an Efreeti Emir emerged, his form shifting between man, inferno, and smoke. He spoke not in sound but in command—heat pressing into the very marrow of her soul.
“Serve flame, and flame will serve you.”
The blaze surged into her, rewriting the stillness inside her chest. Her mortal spark reshaped into a brazier of divine and elemental fire. Two powers braided themselves into her being:
The disciplined heat of devotion—a cleric’s sacred covenant with the primal aspect of fire, purifying, protecting, burning away falsehood.
The fierce inheritance of the efreet—volatile sorcery carried in blood and breath, the ability to call forth fire not as prayer but as birthright.
When she returned to her body, it did not feel like returning at all. It felt like ignition.
Her skin’s glow was no longer incidental—it was the visible shimmer of the planar fire moving beneath the surface. Her white hair smoldered with ember-tips and erupted in full flame when she cast. The weight of her powerful frame now concealed something greater: the pressure of elemental fire pushing to be free.
She had not learned flame.
She had become it.
"Ya Allaha! I mean, Ya Desna!" Davod corrected. "Nima! You look as much on fire as your sister! Are you a full efreeti now, too?"
She giggles and states, "No you silly. Though I am working on it. Give me a few more levels and I will be much closer. Gestalt allows you to develop in two classes in tandem. I was already a monk, sorcerer, cleric by multiclassing. Now I am a full sorcerer and cleric with a dab in monk."
"Congratulations all the same, Nima", Davod beamed. But then the suli turned around to Lady Pharos and walked to her side.
"'Desert Rose', are you alright? Are you hurting?"
"Congratulations all the same, Nima", Davod beamed. But then the suli turned around to Lady Pharos and walked to her side.
"'Desert Rose', are you alright? Are you hurting?"
"I am fine my love."
The suli leans up to give the efreeti's cheek a kiss. "I want to hear all about it. Later."
Davod then rushes over to Sasha and the door. "It stands to reason that three dragons should have three treasure hoardes." The rogue/thief rubs his hands together with greed. "Let's make sure this door isn't trapped, Sasha."
She goes with Davod and quickly looks first.
"I see several traps, what about you? I see a magical rune trap, scything blade trap and an alarm." She relays, once disarmed she states, "I believe they are disarmed what do you think?"
Once confirmed she touches the door.
The doors open easily and soundlessly. Beyond you see the stone maiden amidst piles of treasure. She greets you plainly, "You made it and are even stronger. Now you have three choices. Select an element on an alter to select your dungeon boss."
She waves her hand and three altars appear:
Hewn from a single block of mountain granite, this altar radiates unyielding endurance. Its edges are sharp, untouched by time, as if carved only yesterday despite centuries of wind and war. Runes of fortitude spiral across its surface, each groove filled with powdered iron that glints like cold stars. When one stands before it, the ground feels firmer beneath their feet, their heartbeat heavy and steady—echoing the pulse of the mountain itself. Offerings left upon it seem to weigh more than they should, as though the altar demands sincerity and resolve from all who approach.
Built of blackened basalt fused by dragonfire, this altar flickers with a constant inner glow. Hairline cracks across its surface pulse with ember-light, giving the impression that molten rock flows just beneath the skin of the stone. The air tastes of smoke and challenge. When a supplicant steps close, sparks sometimes leap from the altar’s core—testing will, daring spirit, and burning away hesitation.
Sunken into the floor like a wound in reality, this altar is not built—it is grown. A mass of slick, translucent cartilage coils upward in spiraling ridges, each one faintly pulsing with an inner blue-green glow. Embedded within the structure are drifting shapes: half-formed eyes, twitching fronds, and remnants of creatures long dissolved into aboleth ichor. They watch without blinking, following every movement with a silent, predatory anticipation.
The surface of the altar is a shallow basin filled with viscous, iridescent slime that ripples even without touch. When one draws close, a briny humidity fills the lungs, carrying the faint echo of voices—wet, gurgling whispers that speak in languages older than the earliest oceans. The air trembles with psychic residue; memories not your own slither along the edges of your thoughts, trying to take root.
Faint tendrils extend from the altar’s underside, disappearing into the stone floor as though feeding from the world itself. Occasionally one retracts with a wet snap, leaving behind a smear of dark, mucous mucus that smokes on contact with air.
"Nicely done, Sasha" Davod congratulates the ifrit rogue.
The suli rogues looks around hungrily at the treasures, then his beyes rest on the shaiten. "Jezebel! LOOK! WE made it!"
Davod cautiously circles the altars, a disgusted look on his face. "Ehhk. Looks like the choices are Earth, Fire, Horror, and Slime." The rogue looks to the others.
"Either way, I agree with Kazko", David nods.
The others nod in agreement and select the first altar. Your dungeon master smiles and seems to fade into the stone. From the shadows you see giants with cruel smiles walking forward...
The first one to approach would be towering above a typical human, this misshapen giant’s pale flesh is covered in purulent sores and bulbous tumors.
Her voice seems to come from the walls, "Choose one or two of your number to face this boss... There are four oppoents you will have to face."
Source Bestiary 3 pg. 126
XP 12,800
CN Large humanoid (giant)
Init +2; Senses low-light vision; Perception +8
Defense
AC 25, touch 11, flat-footed 23 (+4 armor, +2 Dex, +10 natural, –1 size)
hp 147 (14d8+84)
Fort +15, Ref +6, Will +5
Defensive Abilities rock catching; Immune disease, poison
Offense
Speed 40 ft. (30 ft. in armor)
Melee Huge club +20/+15 (2d6+11 plus disease), slam +15 (1d8+5 plus disease) or 2 slams +20 (1d8+11 plus disease)
Ranged rock +12 (1d8+16 plus disease)
Space 10 ft., Reach 10 ft.
Special Attacks disease, rock throwing (120 ft.)
Statistics
Str 33, Dex 14, Con 23, Int 9, Wis 12, Cha 10
Base Atk +10; CMB +22; CMD 34
Feats Catch Off-Guard, Cleave, Great Cleave, Point-Blank Shot, Power Attack, Precise Shot, Self-Sufficient
Skills Climb +14, Heal +7, Intimidate +6, Perception +8, Survival +9
Languages Common, Giant
SQ oversized weapon, vermin empathy +14
Ecology
Environment any wastelands
Organization solitary, gang (2–5), band (6–9), raid (9–12 plus 1d4 giant vermin), or tribe (13–30 plus 35% noncombatants, plus 1 barbarian or fighter chief of 6th–8th level and 6–8 giant vermin)
Treasure standard (hide armor, Huge club, other treasure)
Special Abilities
Disease (Su) While ash giants are immune to disease, they carry a contagious form of leprosy. Any creature struck by an ash giant’s attacks is exposed to this virulent sickness.
Ash Leprosy: Injury; save Fort 23; onset 1 minute; frequency 1 day; effect 1d2 Con damage, 1d2 Cha drain; cure 2 consecutive saves. The save DC is Constitution-based.
Oversized Weapon (Ex) An ash giant can wield Huge weapons without penalty.
Vermin Empathy (Ex) This ability functions as a druid’s wild empathy ability, save that it works only on vermin. An ash giant gains a racial bonus on this check equal to its Hit Dice (+14 for most ash giants). Vermin are normally mindless, but this empathic communication imparts upon them a modicum of implanted intelligence, allowing the ash giant to train vermin and use them as guardians (although it does not grant them skills or feats).
Description
Whether because of disruptive magic, unearthed deep elements, or alien technology that fell calamitously from the sky, ash giants are victims of their barren terrains. Yet they somehow survive and even thrive in these desperate lands. Ash giants have an uncanny ability to bond with the enormous and often mutated vermin they share the landscape with, and sometimes use the largest of these creatures as mounts.
Ash giants are brash and violent, and their humor is incredibly dark. Killing someone through a prank is just as funny as tripping a friend while on a hunt. While not inherently evil, lifetimes of being antagonized by other tribes have practically bred violence into their minds.
Ash giants are 10 feet tall and weigh 1,200 pounds.
Whether because of disruptive magic, unearthed deep elements, or alien technology that fell calamitously from the sky, ash giants are victims of their barren terrains. Yet they somehow survive and even thrive in these desperate lands. Ash giants have an uncanny ability to bond with the enormous and often mutated vermin they share the landscape with, and sometimes use the largest of these creatures as mounts.
Ash giants are brash and violent, and their humor is incredibly dark. Killing someone through a prank is just as funny as tripping a friend while on a hunt. While not inherently evil, lifetimes of being antagonized by other tribes have practically bred violence into their minds.
Ash giants are 10 feet tall and weigh 1,200 pounds.
Looking around you see a fire giant, CR 10
marsh giant, CR 8
and a cloud giant, CR 11
All CR are based only upon the race, they may have classes too.
The suli begins to stretch his arms in preparations for battle. "I'll be anyone's Second."
"Well, the voice didn't say anything about fighting just one opponent each. So, I'll fight with you, Kazko."
"Just make him focus on you, so I can backstab him", Davod whispers.
"Once you fight, you can only fight when an ally falls."
Kazko and Davod move forward to face off against the giant...
ash giant
Kazko
Davod
Kazko goes first! The ash giant moved a split second later...
plus disease)
Round 1
The suli quickly runs behind the ash giant quickly, hoping to disappear from view.