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Nakgu avoids what he can of the spit and lightning, though it isn't much. Once his mind is set on something he doesn't let something as minor as blood-loss and injuries slow him down in the slightest. "You can sleep when you're dead."
Crit- 1d4 Persistent Bleed on a crit and DC 22 Fort or Slowed 1
Crit- 1d4 Persistent Bleed on a crit and DC 22 Fort or Slowed 1
Crit- 1d4 Persistent Bleed on a crit and DC 22 Fort or Slowed 1
HP 91/98 (Raging +0 Temp HP)
AC 24 (Raging 23)
Hero Points 2/3
Nakgu growls, enduring the acid and lightning. His antlers pierce the White wolf's hide once.
Emdi is still conscious, but for how long? Nathatel's body is cruel and calculating as he moves nearby a pillar. A bolt of lightning streaks through, searing Nakgu and Emdi.
Mork (27 damage)
Emdi (71 damage) (Reflex Save)
White Hound (86 damage, Frightened 2)
Black Hound (85 damage, Frightened 2)
Mandoo (Libitina: Frightened 1, 18 damage, +1 AC)
Nakgu (27 damage, Battle Medicine, Rage!) (Reflex Save)
Tao (Whirling Scarves, 34 damage)
Isaku (7 damage) (2 Reflex Saves)
Nathatel (53 damage, Sparking! with electricity.)
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Seeing the lightning strike Emdi down, Mork, with his trident ready to strike, mutters at the hound, "Fortune favors you, demon. Mork has pressing issues." He rushes to the fallen champion, instantly swaps out his wind chimes for his chalice, and drains the cup into Emdi's mouth.
Mork then sustains his amped shield.
Nathatel's lightning proves to be too strong, even for Emdi's innate resistance.
Mork realizes how much danger Emdi is in and immediately rushes over. The chalice in the palace is pure, not poison, so Emdi must live.
The wolves continue to tremble as Serraleth's body begins to rot. Yet they are motivated to fight on, spraying more caustic slobber.
Isaku can't heal, but he can stop the source. Nathatel is engulfed in flames. "Fireball... an elven staple. Even the First Edition of our rules-" His frame is soon reduced to ash.
White Hound (86 damage, Frightened 2)
Black Hound (85 damage, Frightened 2)
Mandoo (Libitina: Frightened 1, 18 damage) (Libitina: Reflex Save)
Nakgu (27 damage, Battle Medicine, Rage!) (3 Reflex Saves)
Tao (Whirling Scarves, 34 damage) (2 Reflex Saves)
Isaku (30 damage)
Emdi (62 damage, Wounded 1, Prone) (Reflex Save)
Mork (27 damage) (Reflex Save)
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[More slobber, duck!]
[You did better dodging it this time]
[Good, because I suspect there’s more coming]
[I better help Emdi out a little. He’s barely holding on]
The fight continues. Mandoo moves to get Emdi within range for a Heal spell ("କ୍ଷତି ମରାମତି"), as Libitina takes another whack at the wolf.
Emdi awakens just in time to roll away from the caustic slobber. Mandoo helps him feel a lot better, too.
The wolf growls at Libitina in reaction to her approach.
She tires of the constant growling and critically tears the wolf in two.
White Hound (86 damage, Frightened 2)
Mandoo (Libitina: Frightened 1, 22 damage)
Nakgu (27 damage, Battle Medicine, Rage!) (3 Reflex Saves)
Tao (Whirling Scarves, 42 damage)
Isaku (30 damage)
Emdi (26 damage, Wounded 1, Prone)
Mork (27 damage) (Reflex Save)
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Leaping into the air to pirouette, Tao fires 100 needles from her bladed scarf which scatters, and joined in tandem by the spiritual staff, focuses her barrage upon the final hound.
◆) Sustain Spiritual Weapon @ White
◆◆) Needle Darts @ White
◇)
↺) Retributive Strike
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"Quit drooling on me!" He shoves the hounds away from him with the ends of his antlers as he sweeps them from side to side.
Crit- 1d4 Persistent Bleed on a crit and DC 22 Fort or Slowed 1
Crit- 1d4 Persistent Bleed on a crit and DC 22 Fort or Slowed 1
Crit- 1d4 Persistent Bleed on a crit and DC 22 Fort or Slowed 1
HP 71/98 (Raging +0 Temp HP)
AC 24 (Raging 23)
Hero Points 2/3
Nakgu dodges as much as he can before goring the final hound.
Mandoo (22 damage)
Nakgu (57 damage, Battle Medicine)
Tao (Whirling Scarves, 42 damage)
Isaku (30 damage)
Emdi (26 damage, Wounded 1)
Mork (27 damage)
More howling can be heard in the distance. More wolves incoming? Or are the other Pathfinders holding their own?
Bedwick sneaks out...
...after about 10 minutes, he returns "Hey youse thar be somewhutta more nesty dogs if'n yuh kin git an' go! Aincha the pethfinders! No time fer sittin' aroun' was rong with yuh!?"
He looks agitated!
"Watch out! Two more!" The woman's voices are all too familiar. The two scouts you found outside the town -full of demonic rage- all too glad to see the "reaper" Libitina. But where-
Doesn't matter. Four more canines burst into the hall, just as you finish patching up.
Mandoo
Nakgu (27 damage)
Tao (8 damage)
Isaku (5 damage)
Emdi (5 damage)
Mork
White Hound
Black Hound
Green Hound
Red Hound
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Mork feels refreshed, refocused, and healthy after Mandoo and Tao provide much needed healing. "Thanks to you both, Mork is ready to continue the fight against evil."
When the hounds burst in, Mork studies the nearest one.
He then strides into the corridor, sprinkles his seemingly endless supply of cold iron dust onto his trident, and hurls it at the southern hound.
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Emdi would have Refocused given the chance, holding a mini-rave in honor of Shelyn.
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Emdi ◆ moves out to cover their southern flank with his reaction, and then ◆ smites evil against the one Mork damaged.
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plus 4 good
plus immobilized
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plus 4 good
plus immobilized
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Defying her Ancestors, Tao attempts to surround herself in an aura of misfortune.
◆) Stride
◆◆) Bane
◇) Skilled
↺) Retributive Strike
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[More of these large dogs I’m afraid Tina]
[Better get you ready for their arrival]
Mandoo casts some spells ("ଏହାକୁ ଅଧିକ ସମୟ ଦିଅନ୍ତୁ" and "ବ୍ଲେଡ୍କୁ ତୀକ୍ଷ୍ଣ କର" and "ହାଡକୁ ହାର୍ଡେନ କରନ୍ତୁ" and "ଶିଲ୍ଡ ଉଠାନ୍ତୁ") while Libitina moves into a more defensive position.
Mork takes a moment to study the wolves. They are not as strong as the ones alongside Serraleth and Nathatel, but they are of the same family. Cold Iron will prove effective, as well as Smite Evil and similar acts of Good. He's not surprised when he learns acid is ineffective.
Mork and Emdi both concentrate their weapons to hit the Green furred wolf.
Mandoo (Mandoo: Shield, Libitina: Boost Eidolon)
Nakgu (27 damage)
Tao (8 damage) (Bane 5 feet)
Isaku (5 damage, Delaying)
Emdi (5 damage)
Mork
White Hound
Black Hound
Green Hound (36 damage)
Red Hound
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Venture-Captain Viore Ciobanu stands at the altar where, not long ago, Serraleth stood performing her foul magic, a look of determined concentration on his face. Eando Kline gently hands him the amber pendant lent to the Pathfinders at the beginning of their journey, which Ciobanu stares at for a long moment before speaking. “To think, after all these years, I would be standing here surrounded by Pathfinders on a mission for the queen. There’s hardly a moment in the last decade I would have believed this to be possible.” He regards the item for another long moment, then looks up once more. “Well, I suppose we ought to begin.”
Ciobanu wipes the altar clean, laying the amber at the center of the inscribed circle on its surface. Saying a prayer to Yuelral in Elven, he picks up the stone and holds it up once more. A beam of sunlight pierces the clouds outside, streaming in through a high window and striking the amber, which casts a golden glow throughout the temple. As if in response, the altar seems to illuminate from below in red, blue, and green, the lights combining to bathe the whole temple in a beautiful, shimmering cascade of light. The corruption so evident a moment ago throughout the temple seems to melt away from the light, and by the time the sun passes once more behind a cloud and the light fades, no sign of it remains. In Ciobanu’s hands, the amber stone has taken on a murky, opaque appearance.
After another quiet moment, he hands the stone back to Eando Kline, who quickly secures it in a small wooden box. “Thank you, agents. You have done the people of Kyonin a great service today. Serraleth’s intentions were not good, and who knows what her scheme would have done to empower the schemes of the Tanglebriar should she have succeeded. More immediately, you have saved the people of this town from a horrible fate, and for that you should be commended twice over. I won’t soon forget what you have done this day, and hopefully neither will Iadara.”
“For now, agents,” Fola Barun says, joining Viore on the dais, “we can enjoy our victory! I understand the people of Folien are preparing a celebration as we speak! Rest, relax, and be comforted in the knowledge that you have done well. You deserve it!”
Claps of lightning strike the hounds down as ethereal spirits descend from above. "Sorry about that, didn't notice the other two hounds." One of the elven scouts lifts her axe.
"Yuelral sent us here to thank you, personally, for your efforts. She also said she would uh... take care of Nathatel."
The other sister chuckles. "That dummy. He thinks it's an honor to have his efforts be recognized by a deity of elves. Anyway, we gotta go. Afterlife is kind of fun... Bye!" The spirits fade away just as Venture-Captain Viore Ciobanu comes rushing in, ready to cleanse the temple.
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One last evening before you leave Fiolen and return home. You notice a familiar woman with unfamiliar guests. "Oh, howdy there!" The elven woman waves and stands up. "We're making some snacks before ya'll leave. Come sit with me, there's plenty of room."
The woman's family sits alongside Persea the dryad and Marlindae the jeweler. Opposite them you can see Venture-Captains Kline and Barun, trying out a confection of melted marshmallow, sandwiched between graham crackers and chocolate beans. "It's like you smooshed sugar between beans and grains..." Persea chews on it for a bit. "But it's hard to swallow?"
"Ooey, gooey oh so chewy." She turns to you with a mischievous grin. "Hungry?"
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Eschewing the treats for a moment, Tao holds a mini-rave in honor of Andoletta and Shelyn - conjuring forth a pan flute, she plays and dances with Bedwick, Emdi, and anyone else who wants to get down and showcase their moves.
Working up an appetite, she helps herself to one cold smooshed sugar treat, grabs for Bedwick, then grabs her cousin by the hand and sets off for her next adventure...
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When the hounds are finally gone for good, Mork offers Nakgu his chalice. In orc, "Drink from magic cup?" Later at the evening bonfire, Mork sits next to Marilindae. "Good luck with shop, Madam. Mork would like to buy small crystal as souvenir of trip to Kyonin." He helps himself to the gooey snack and looks around for some more.