There's no magic here. Perhaps they're alchemical?
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Mimi looks over the display room, but not seeing any of Safa's tricks, moves to join Dennis in the gallery. She barely glances at whatever art is on display except to make sure it doesn't leap out at her in some manner. Looking forward to conversing with Casira again, Mimi doesn't waste any time and heads to the other end of the gallery. "Dees vay everyvone". She opens the door to the prayer hall with a flourish, fully expecting to find that all hell has broken loose inside.
A bronze plaque installed into the stone wall assures all visitors that, although this prayer hall was designed in deference to Qadira's patron goddess, travelers of all faiths are welcome within. One side of the double door currently stand open, and through it echoes the light refrain of a song that would seem more at place in a tavern than a house of worship.
Inside, three rows of pews and three of prayer rugs flank a carpeted aisle leading straight to the altar, above which hangs a life-sized wooden statue of Sarenrae in her traditional pose, her arms and wings outstretched. The statue is also the source of the music, as the wooden goddess' mouth moves to sing a bawdy, blasphemous ballad about Sarenrae, her lovers Desna and Shelyn, and the sorts of things they get up to during a weekend bender with Cayden Cailean.
A tall man with ash-gray skin stands at the altar, his cold, silver eyes narrowed upon the statue. Sarenrae's holy symbol dangles prominently from the chain around his neck. Agdal Karga?
Those detecting magic do sense it here.
The first step to counteracting the song would have to be finding the source.
But while someone is doing that, someone else could try to diffuse Agdal's anger before he bursts. They could try overpowering it with a song of their own , or maybe recite the traditional prayer that the song satirizes, speaking the proper words every the bawdy lyrics .
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Crafting
"No idea, Goblin wine?"
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"Oh a sing-off! A SING-OFF!"
Penny gets very animated and goblin-cited!
"Goblins stick
Goblins stab
Leave you dead upon a slab
We will find you day or night
give your butt a nasty bite
Cut you with a meaty axe
Sell your bones in Cheliax
Goblins make your head go splat
Wear your bits just like a hat
Stop your singing right away
or with your body you will pay
Like Chief Rotgut rightly said
WE BE GOBLINS, YOU BE DEAD!"
He smiles at everyone like he just dropped the biggest top 10 hit of the Summer.
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Agdal is very offended by this blasphemous affront to his deity. Pennypockets tries to abate his anger by... offending him more, while also possibly threatening him a little.
It works! He's entirely distracted. "Pay with.. No, don't break it!"
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When Mimi hears the bawdy song coming from the statue, she smiles broadly and starts humming along with the familiar tune. She'd heard it often in taverns, especially when there were a lot of Cayden Cailean devotees like her present. She's about to join the statue in the rousing chorus when she spots the apparently very upset Agdal Karga barely holding himself together under the blasphemous assault. She stiffles her merriment and while Pennypockets does his "best" to either calm (or perhaps infuriate) the gentleman, Mimi looks around to try and find the source of the singing.
There! On the back of the statue's neck, there's a small rune about two inches across that has no business being there.
Physically reaching it would require standing on the altar. It's large enough to stand on easily enough, but the matter is slightly complicated by the fact that there's a life-size statue hanging over it--it's not a huge problem, but it is kind of in the way .
Getting up there with the right tool shouldn't present too much of a risk of damaging the statue...
Someone could also try to knock or cut the rune, maybe even from the floor with the right weapon! Of course, that might be a little harder to do without damaging the statue, especially if the weapon isn't suited for precision work.
If someone was able to counter magic, that could certainly do the job as well.
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Mimi spots the errant rune on the statue and with an easy hop, lands on the table. Then, with tools in hand, she reaches up to the rune and...
... gains access to it without a problem. Passing her tools from one hand to another, she proceeds to try and erase the rune...
..."Et voilà. Notheeng to eet."
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Achurius commiserates with Agdal, running through the CORRECT liturgy with him and offering a sympathetic Prayer to Nethys
"You know this reminds me of a trio of young humans the loved to pull pranks. Spiked the cleaning solution so that Nethys smelled like hard liquor for a week. The cleaning lady suffered from Anosmia and never knew the difference. But kids will be kids, and, apparently, goblins will be goblins. The thing is that once they got it our of their systems they matured into fine priests and cavaliers. Some of the best I've known. It is our burden to face challenges like this and rise above. Set a good example."
"In fact, let us set an example by reciting the proper prayer. Care to join me in it? I believe I know most of it already."
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"Goblin wine? Is there such a thing? Maybe we'll just take it for now and ask somebody who might have left it here." she picks up the flasks and puts them in her bag for safekeeping before they proceed.
All Sunshine can do for now is what how the others do the job flawlessly while keeping her ears closed to not hear the blasphemous song emanating from the statue. "Is it over yet?" she shouts that might be drowned by the singing.
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In the previous room with the statue, Dennis sees the bottles. "Ewww ... I'm not allowed to drink beer. Not yet. Besides, beer smells bad." Just to be sure, he tentatively sniffs one of these.
In the prayer hall, Dennis laughs at Penny's song and applauds. Then upon seeing the statue, he draws his halberd explaining. "If I lunge, I think I can just reach the rune." But before he has a chance to try, Mimi has nimbly climbed up and solved the issue.
Dennis approaches Agdal. "Hi Mister. I'm Dennis. Sorry about the song. And the bad words." He quickly continues, "If I said those things, my mom would wash my mouth out with soap." He brightens and concludes, "But we made it stop! That's good, right?"
Mimi has no difficulty whatsoever balancing on the altar--one might almost think that having images of beautiful women singing bawdy songs in close contact was something she was used to working around. She manages to scratch out the rune with no damage to the statue. The song is silenced immediately, sharply interrupting a rather generous description of a gancanagh accompanying Cayden Cailean.
"Er, wait. Were they humans or goblins?" the high priest asks Achurius. He shakes his head at the sudden silence. "Yes, yes you're right young man. That is good. I admit that Qadira is a land of strange and unpredictable magic—I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions and blamed your Society for this outrageous display."
He bows and produces a sheathed scimitar. "I brought this as a gift for the Pathfinder Society, a reminder of the importance of Sarenrae's approval."
"That was a bit of a... distraction to my prayers, but it's a fine prayer room. I should... stay here for a while while I try to collect myself."
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Diplomacy
"Apologies for the confusion, I was just singing you the song of my people to distract from the bad things going on, I thought a classic cultural display might been seen as a pleasant aside whilst my good friends got on with sorting out the trick that was being played upon you by some horrible third party"
The Goblin nods sagely, as though agreement and acceptance is the only obvious outcome.
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Achurius blinks at the man's confusion and decides not to try to straighten the man out.
Apparently intelligence is not a priority to Sarenrae like it is for Nethys. Fortunately the man cannot hear the superiority coming off from Achurius' thoughts.
"Hmmm. Yes, perhaps you should. This will take a little clean up and sanctification. I have some fireweed here. Not much, but it serves as a spell component and should be enough for the Cleansing by Fire ritual."
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Dennis feels a little uncomfortable in the prayer hall. It's only a little better than being in a library. The youngster fidgets and explains, "I didn't go to church much, as a kid."
After Agdal recovers, Dennis is about to make a quick exit, but the +1 striking scimitar keeps his interest. He examines it carefully, "This is awesome. But it's a little short. Like me. I need a long weapon." He pats his halberd.
If no one wants to use it, Dennis offers, "I can hold it for the Society." Anxious to leave, Dennis moves to the next set of doors. He forces himself to wait till everyone is ready.
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Mimi climbs down, and showing a degree of reverence that she doesn't actually feel, carefully removes any floor dust from the altar. This person was someone they were supposed to impress, so she puts her best foot forward. "I am terriblee sorree for de profane song. Eet appears dat someone ees intent on tryeeng to ruin our leetel partee and ve 'ave been putteeng out fires, some quaite literal, all day long." She happily accepts the scimitar for the Society. "Dees ees a fine gift indeed. De Societee ees 'onored by eet."
Once the honored guest is taken care of, she joins Dennis and opens the next set of doors to the North.
A dozen plain wooden chairs surround the long, elliptical table that takes up the center of this room. The table is currently empty, but it has been set with a tablecloth in anticipation of the feast scheduled to cap off today's celebrations. The double door facing the courtyard has been propped open.
Everything seems calm in here.
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Mimi is a little disappointed that nothing seems out of place in the meeting room. Before heading outside, she pokes her head into the closet to the North, but doesn't really expect to find anything there. With Dennis in tow, she heads back out to the courtyard and with a few smiles and nods to the guests (particularly to Casira bint Meji if she can catch her eye), she heads to the double doors of the lounge room, which she opens in the full expectation of seeing another mini disaster for her to deal with.
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"It looks like the priest is well taken cared of," Sunshine tells them while observing them making an impression on Agdal. She and her legchair keep moving to look for more tricks that need their attention before it is too late.
"Let's check the other room. We don't know what more tricks Safa has on their sleeve. Even though she wears sleeveless the last time I see them." she quips while leaving the others in the dining area.
The storage room contains cleaning supplies, leftover construction materials, training dummies, crates of parchment and ink, and other sundry items needed for the Society’s day-to-day business. Nothing here seems suspicious.
As the Pathfinders head back into the courtyard, they're greeted by a few raised glasses. "Excellent party!" someone says, and "Looking forward to the feast!"
Mimi opens the doors to the lounge, and sees another mini disaster for her to deal with.
A dozen or so guests in fine clothing make good use of this cozy lounge, a space designed to fulfill exactly this purpose. While one trio in the corner seems fairly embroiled with their card game, the rest form a rough cluster near the center of the room, clearly enjoying the drinks that have been so readily provided.
The heart of the party seems to revolve around a young elf whose wispy, sunset-colored hair floats around his head, betraying an ancestral connection to the plane of air. He seems, at first glance, to be performing some sort of mime routine. Certainly, his friends seem to take it that way, egging him on as he presses his hands flat against nothing, feeling out the shape of the invisible box pressing in on him from all sides.
To the slightly less inebriated eye, however, the expression on the young elf’s face is clearly not one of amusement, but of barely-controlled panic. His stance is rigid, his chest heaves, and his knees begin to shake. Whatever he thinks is happening to him, it must feel very, very real.
A light breeze whistles past the Pathfinders and no one else. The breeze carries a whisper. "Oh no. This one is my bad. I didn't ensnare Khayrat al-Maren on purpose, I set a trap to catch whoever stepped on that spot. If I had known I'd bind a geniekin, or a severely claustrophobic person, let alone someone who's both, I'd have done something else. Sure, someone could have gotten a little singed in the lava room, but I didn't mean to traumatize anyone. Er, you'll never defeat my last nefarious trap, Pathfinders! ...quickly please."
While Khayrat seems to be seeing something different from what anyone else is, he does seem to be reacting to things in the room that suggest he's at least vaguely aware of sounds. Perhaps someone could coach him through understanding that it's an illusion (Arcana or Occultism), calming breathing exercises (Medicine), just talk him through the fact that what he's seeing is illogical and can't be real (Diplomacy), or some other idea.
Hmm. But maybe someone should distract those other guests first .
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Penny takes the stage once more!
"Apparently you longshanks all get big sads when I sing the traditional songs of my people, something about not liking the suggestion you might be in mortal danger or something so here goes!"
"Hold my beer and never fear
Penny the singing Goblin's here!"
"Goblins sing and goblins song
Goblins party all night long
When you say it's time to eat
you will hear our pounding feet
When you tell us 'stop! no more!'
We pull faces you'll adore
When you want to get to sleep
You'll need more than counting sheep
We will drink and we will feast
And your pantry will be fleeced!"
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Mimi and her slightly less inebriated eye spots the look of barely-controlled panic on the face of the young airy elf. When Safa informs them that this was Khayrat al-Maren, the last of their special guests, Mimi sighs. "Of course it would be him." She looks back at the rest of the group. "Eet seems dat our 'onored guest 'as fallen prey to von of Safa's tricks. 'E appears to be trapped in un illusion of some sort. Perhaps von of you could deestract de other guests vhile de rest of us attempt to free de boy."
Pennypockets seizes the opportunity and squeezes past her to do just that with by attempting to scramble their brains with yet another goblin-themed ditty. Once she notices that the guests have been distracted...
...she slides up to the panicking elf. "My sincerest apologies monsieur al-Maren, but eet appears dat you are currentlee de victeem of a prank and find yourself trapped in un illusion. My name ees Mimi de Valence, a member of de Societee and I am 'ere to 'elp you escape. First I vant you to close your eyes and take a deep breath to calm your nerves. Keep telleeng yourself dat vhat you are seeing ees not real... yes; juste like dat; veree good. Now, ignore de imaginaree valls surroundeeng you and reach out vith your 'and. Veree good. You vill now feel me takeeng 'old of your 'and. Do not be afrede. Juste follow as I pull you along and ve vill 'ave you out of dere een no time."
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Once again, Dennis is very engaged in Penny's very amusing goblin song. It's so good, he's almost distracted himself. Which would surprise no one, given the length of the lad's attention span.
Hearing Mimi talking to the trapped guest, Dennis casually joins her, and peppers the captive elf in Dennis-speak, "Hey Mister! Whatcha doing? Are you in a box? Can I play? It looks fun." He quickly adds, "I mean, it doesn't look fun for you. But I wanna try. Can I? Can I? Just follow my voice. Then step out. It's so easy, a child could do it!"
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Achurius combines his knowledge in Nature, Medicine, and even the arcane.
"Khayrat, calm down. Observe the ant beneath your feet. See how it mindlessly moves and seeks and, with simple movements, enters and moves through the wall. Calm yourself and stop thinking and just do it. This is all but an illusion and holds no real threat. Now take my hand and walk towards me."
Khayrat's friends turn to pay polite attention to Pennypockets's singing, but by the end they cheer and applaud for his delightful song.
Meanwhile, Mimi, Dennis, and Achurius coax him from within his imagined prison. He falls to his knees and his breathing slowly returns to normal.
"Thank you," he gasps, "I don't think any of my friends even noticed. A--a compliment to my acting skills!" he says weakly.
"Oh, you've 'escaped'!" says one of his friends, disappointed "I missed your big finish!"
"Oh, too bad! It was really something," lies another with a laugh.
"Good. I'd be mortified if they knew I panicked over an illusion," Khayrat adds, more firmly though also more quietly. He beams at the Pathfinders, and pushes several items on them--three potion vials and a beautiful green feather with a gold tip, "I was planning a different stunt actually. That's a ladder feather token, and some minor healing potions in case it didn't work out. But I don't think I'm up for it, and apparently I've already succeeded as an entertainer for today."
He bows his head and returns to his friends.
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Dennis says to Khayrat, "Gotta be careful, Mister. Getting into mischief is dangerous ..." He pauses and continues, "... unless you've had lots of practice. Like me!"
When Achurius grabs the ladder token, Dennis says, "Hey! We coulda used that to reach the rune in the prayer hall. But we had Mimi instead!" Dennis looks around. "Are there more rooms?"
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Sunshine may be the first to arrive at the area but she is too slow to grasp the situation. "What happened here really? Isn't everyone just having fun? Where is Safa's trick?" she asks. "I just had a conversation with some teenagers there about pets." she explains
"What about we check the entry hall?" she suggests. "We entered the lodge through there but had not a chance to check that one out."
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Dennis tries to whisper to Sunshine, but he doesn't really have an inside voice, "We saved Mister Khayrat. There was a fake prison. And Penny sang a song. And we saved him." Like many youths, Dennis has no idea how to tell a story, but he thinks he did great.
He leads the way back to the entry hall, as Sunshine suggested.
As the Pathfinders start to move, the lodge suddenly falls unnaturally quiet as though the party has completely ceased. Wherever they were trying to walk to or from or to, they find themselves in the northern part of the courtyard.
The color of every surface and object has taken on a muted tone. the constant hustle and bustle of the party that has been ever-present is simply gone. Everyone else, from the guests to the staff to other Pathfinders, have vanished. The party is now completely alone in Sedeq Lodge.
Moments later, a breeze ruffles past and carries the whisper "Be ready."
The Pathfinders hear a burst of cruel, mocking laughter before a high male voice begins shouting angrily, reverberating through the eerie halls.
"Pathfinders! Your desperate attempts to secure allies are disgusting. Such pathetic fools! You have no place in my city. If you were truly strong, as I am, you would not need allies at all--you would command servants to do your bidding! I, Fasiel ibn Sazadin have become a genie binder, in spite of the Society's meddling! I shall soon be master of Sedeq, and I shall start by eliminating you!"
The voice grows quieter, but no less angry. "Safa, I command you! Bring me to the battlefield!"
Safa appears above the fountain, hovering with their head tilted to one side as they consider the command. "Of course, Fasiel. As you wish." A man walks out of the courtyard's maintenance closet. He wears the garb of a Qadiran aristocrat, and his two antlers protrude awkwardly from his lopsided hat. His face is a deep, unnatural red. He shouts, "Summon a powerful minion for me, then stay back! I'll show these Pathfinders myself what it means to be a true genie binder!"
Safa furrows their brow, then grins. "A minion. Of course--your favorite kind." Safa weaves magic through the air. A gout of flames roars up from the fountain, and a muscular, twelve-foot-tall horned woman with flaming red skin and smoldering eyes steps forward. Fresh bits of charred flesh cling to her flaming scimitar. "You dare to summon me, Safa?! Shouldn't you still be skulking about in the ether?! Explain, now. Or die."
Safa shrugs, points at Fasiel, and says, "He did it."
Fasiel shouts, "Marvelous! Yes, it is I!, Fasiel ibn Sazadin, who commands you! Efreeti, obey my--"
The flaming woman screams in irritation, cutting off Fasiel's words. "Shut up, skelm! You disgust me. I have no time for this--Safa, don't ever do that again."
With another roar of flames, the efreeti is gone, and creatures of fire and steam pour out of the fountain. Safa winks and vanishes.
Sunshine of Happiness's turn.
Initiative:
Sunshine of Happiness (38/38)
> Upuan (32/32)
Fasiel ibn Sazadin
Mimi (56/56, Stealthy)
Dennis (56/56)
Pennypockets (28/28)
Cinder Rat
Scalding Mephit
Achurius (28/28)
Fasiel advances on the Pathfinders, ranting all the while. "You? Kick my butt? You crude little cretin!" As he gets angrier and angrier his words tumble out of him in an incoherent shower of obscenities across at least three different languages and a fourth he just invented that only has curse words.
It's comical in a way, but also very, very off-putting--perhaps even magically so.
Sunshine of Happiness, Mimi, Dennis, and Pennypockets's turns.
Initiative:
Fasiel ibn Sazadin
Sunshine of Happiness (38/38, DC 22 Will)
> Upuan (32/32)
Mimi (56/56, Stealthy, DC 22 Will)
Dennis (56/56, DC 22 Will)
Pennypockets (28/28, DC 22 Will)
Cinder Rat
Scalding Mephit
Achurius (28/28, DC 22 Will)
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"Yes, your butt! Who else do I want to kick butts?!" Sunshine banters back, unfazed by the curses blabbered by the angry Fasiel.
Shen then conjures and throws a sticky pulp of vine to hold Fasiel into place.
"Tsk," is all she can say with that attempt. She raises her shield.
◆◆ Cast a Spell, Tanglefoot
◆ Raise a Shield
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Mimi listens to the stream of obscenities from Fasiel and...
...is unimpressed. She's heard far worse in her time. She then pauses momentarily to give Pennypockets a chance to earn his keep.
Then, before the horned creature can take another breath, she rushes him, and just as it seems she's about to collide with the foul-mouthed Fasiel, she ducks and...
...slides past the confused man. Hopping back onto her feet, she stabs at him twice.
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Dennis tries to cover his ears when he hears Fasiel say all the bad words. He doesn't quite do it in time, but he's heard cursing before ... at Pathfinder training. The youngster admonishes Fasiel, "I'm not allowed to say those words. You shouldn't either." He adds, "Also, you're mean to Safa. " Dennis waits for Penny to provide inspiration and for Mimi to take a flanking position. He then stabs the genie binder ... repeatedly.
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"AAAGH! SUPER UGLY SCARY FACE MAN!" Penny looks very much the rattled Goblin.
"IT'S A SING-OFF AGAIN! A SING-OFF AGAIN!"
The Goblin starts his reply with a classic edge of Thistletop viciousness.
"Dennis smash you, you'll go splat
Wear your gizzards like a hat!
Mimi stab you stick-stick stab
poke her rapier in your flab!
Sunshine just fine tangles you
You'll get stuck without a clue!
Pennypockets hates your face
thinks your butt-butt should take its place!
We go stick stab bash and break
Til you nap nap, never to wake!"
◆Demoralise Fasiel vs Will DC
◆Goblin Song Faisel vs Will DC
◆Inspire Courage the Party (+1 to hit and damage)
Fasiel sneers as he leans away from Sunshine's attack.
Fasiel rages at Pennypockets's crude lyrics--though he does seem a touch off-balance.
Which makes it Mimi's turn to dart over and past him. He's quicker than she expected, though, and he lowers his head so that she runs painfully into his jagged antlers. Nonetheless, she makes it behind him and catches him off-guard as she jabs him twice.
And then Dennis lashes at him as well. He howls with pain and rage--though he crows as he manages to block the last swing.
One of the elemental creatures, an enormous rat formed of smoldering cinders, scampers closer. As it moves, the smoke billowing from its body forms more of a cloud. This cloud engulfs both Mimi and Fasiel as it approaches.
Still the fog doesn't seem to hinder the rat itself. Chittering mischievously, it snaps its jaws at Mimi--though not before biting Fasiel first. "I am your master!" he howls as he tries to put out his cloak.
The other elemental, an imp-like creature made of steam, giggles and hisses as it flies over the melee.
Twirling in the air, it calls forth a shower of boiling water that washes painfully over everyone nearby. "Watch it!" snarls Fasiel, surprised by the attack. The droplets hiss as they hit the rat, but it seems unaffected by the hot water.
Achurius's turn.
Initiative:
Fasiel ibn Sazadin (-85, frightened 1, 1d4 persistent fire, bloodied)
Sunshine of Happiness (38/38, shield raised)
> Upuan (32/32)
Mimi (38/56, Panache, DC 18 basic Reflex vs 17 fire damage)
Dennis (56/56, DC 18 basic Reflex vs 17 fire damage)
Pennypockets (28/28, inspiring courage, DC 18 basic Reflex vs 17 fire damage)
Cinder Rat (Fetid Fumes aura--anything within concealed by smoke, anyone that enters or starts turn there must make DC 22 fort save or be Sickened 1)
Scalding Mephit (five feet up)
Achurius (28/28, DC 22 Will vs Frightened)
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Was Dennis holding that OoA only for Fasiel? Because the mephit is triggering it.
Dennis tries to dodge out of the way of the flames as he attacks the mephit on its flyby.
He starts to cry in pain as the fire singes him, but when he realizes Fasiel was also targeted, his tears turn to laughter. "Hahahaha...you got hit too, Mister! My daddy says: good help is hard to find! Does it hurt? Mine hurts a little."
After everyone has a brief vision of what the mephit would have done, Dennis cuts it out of the sky before it has a chance.
Achurius heals Mimi.
Fasiel continues to stamp and rave. "I am Fasiel ibn Sazadin! How dare you show such disrespect to one of such an illustrious name!" Given that Safa was previously unable to reveal his name, presumably due to his orders, it is not clear why Fasiel expects the Pathfinders to be familiar with it--but his wild ranting is still a little frightening.
He lowers his head. "Look at what you make me do! Debasing myself. Using these disgusting antlers as a weapon!" He swings his head. It's a well-timed swing that Mimi wouldn't have been able to avoid... but in the smoke, he's not aiming at quite the right place.
"GENIE!" he roars, "These elementals are getting in my own way! Get rid of this smoke!"
"As you command, Fasiel," says Safa's voice. A violent burst of wind disperses the choking smoke. The oxygen only seems to heat up the hissing cinder rat, but it'll take at least a few seconds for that much smoke to build up again. And as the smoke blows away, everyone can see Fasiel, who was clearly unprepared (but may have been the focus of the gust), tumble to the ground under the force of the wind.
"Mmff," he says into the floor as his cloak continues to burn..
Initiative:
Fasiel ibn Sazadin (-72, 1d4 persistent fire, bloodied, flat-footed, prone)
Sunshine of Happiness (38/38, shield raised, DC 22 Will save vs Frightened)
> Upuan (32/32)
Mimi (48/56, Panache, DC 22 Will save vs Frightened)
Dennis (56/56, DC 22 Will save vs Frightened)
Pennypockets (28/28, inspiring courage, DC 22 Will save vs Frightened)
Cinder Rat (Fetid Fumes aura--anything within concealed by smoke, anyone that enters or starts turn there must make DC 22 fort save or be Sickened 1 currently dispersed)
Scalding Mephit
Achurius (28/28, DC 22 Will save vs Frightened)
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