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Noir remains floating for a bit, enjoying the view of the dragonfall and wondering what was the last thoughs of the creature, not that it matter anyway, he was dead, they were not, total win.
She landed with a couple of acrobatic maneuvers, quite pleased with herself Anoter plan that works, he is dead, we survived, easy eh?
She shrugs then to what Duende says, regarding this not been their first rodeo with big monsters To be honest, this looks like another Toilday for us, except it needs more valuables missing by misterious reasons she laughs, knowing full well how that sounded
Without much ceremony, she goes with the group, casting on herself a new spell from a scroll, just in case.
And not a minute too late, as the goblins spring their ambush Seriously? you call this a set up? its not even a face off, we saw this coming a mile away she was lying of course, but hey, goblins doesn't deserve better
Knowing full well her defenses may not be enough against swarm, she doesn't care for using her usual defensive spell, so she switches to her stance and charges onwards against the swarm, the clasp made on amber in her neck starts pulsing energy, invigorating her claws with magic capable of slaughtering the tiny insects
Can somebody tell me if killing this bugs counts as property damage? I'm not allowing my pay to be cut over this!
A loud crash shakes the whole building, followed by a triumphant cry.
The constant sounds of the dragon moving about on the roof have gone quiet. The beast is dead!
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Noir manages to disperse a swarm of beetles after shredding quite a few of their tiny bodies. Unfortunately, even more come boiling out of the wreckage of the jars.
Meanwhile, Amestra stabulates one of the goblins.
Eskar lays a devastating blow on the pink goblin, though it is not enough to down him.
Pink retaliates.
The beetles roll over the combatants in a dark waves of tiny mandibles.
The goblins' plan backfires on at least one of them as the one the Pathfinders injured goes down under that tide of ravenous insects.
Anthys picks his way across the floor and through the carpet of beetles to take a shot at the remaining goblin and scores a hit.
Duende demonstrates why every Pathfinder group should have an alchemist.
One of the swarms disperses completely while the other is looking rather sparse.
Noir disperses the remaining beetles, while Amestra and Eskar finish off the last goblin.
The sounds of other Pathfinders exploring the building and fighting other opponents echoes throughout the mausoleum.
With the defeat of the dragon, more and more Pathfinders pour into the mausoleum. With their combined abilities they’re able to overwhelm the remaining hazards and reach the library, where they stand before the door to the inner sanctum. When the door is thrown open, a bizarre sight awaits within.
A strange, metal cage lies sprawled in the center of the room like a great, undulating, skeletal lotus. Long tendrils of translucent ether lash violently from the artifact, while crackles of eerie light dance across the metal frame and up into the ghostly pillar that erupts from the center of the device into the night sky. A dozen bodies surround the pulsating cage, flopping on the floor and convulsing madly.
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Fortitude.
HE runs over towards the cage of echoes, such magnificent artifact and of course he would need to see with his own eyes and work with his own hands, which kind of power this beckons?
Well, well, now lets see if my father is actually there He cackles as start to pull out his tools,
Duende start to work with the cage .
The efforts of the Pathfinders working on disabling the artifact are beginning to pay off. The artifact sputters and shakes, the ethereal tendrils fading in and out of existence as it begins to malfunction!
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The craftier members of the team get to work deactivating the haywire Cage of Soul Echoes. Amestra and Noir prove that it's a ladies' world as they successfully disrupt some of the energy and mechanism, while Duende's efforts are less successful.
Gurkagh, Eskar, Amestra and Noir are touched by the ethereal tendrils.
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The adult man in goblin suit kept working on the cage of souls, one hardly could pass the opportunity to work with womething like this, the tendrils were .... unexpected.
Noir dear, don't this reminds you of that time in Mendev, Oh i do remember the face of our good old Caleb whom stayed inside that field, ah the surpisse, while we were working on the field mechanism, it was a shame that we lost Marie Rose that day, isn't it? .
He observes the work that Amestra is doing, yes so familiar indeed, to look upon the deication she put was fullfilling
Oh you don't disappoint Amaestra miss, your work and technique es exquisite, its always good to hve someone as handful as that He cackles at his own pun under the mask, whole comntinue to work over the mechanism
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"Thank you, Duende," Amestra replies to the compliment with a quick glance at what Duende is doing. "Oh, nice job on the aeon flux piece," she replies in kind.
As the mystical energies lash out again, she grunts and returns to the work.
"So, tell me, Duende, what's with the goblin suit?" she asks.
And please don't say it's some kind of kinky fetish thing that you do for Noir, she thinks with a slight shudder as she gets back to work.
As some Pathfinders work on disabling the machine and others shelter as best as they can at the nearby door a Pathfinder by the name of Spica Capella conjures a wall of force to help shelter her fellow agents from the machine's ethereal energies, giving a brief and welcome respite to all. Moments later, with a shudder, the machine begins to fold up again. The ethereal tendrils dissipate as the machine closes, locking tightly. With only a barricaded door between them and Charvion, several of the stronger Pathfinders put their collective shoulders into the door and pop it open with ease.
The walls and floor of the room revealed within are made of pale, roughly-finished sandstone. They curve upward to an almost dome-like structure above, and the level of the floor is slightly lower than that of the entry door. Squared arches of polished sandstone are cut into the curved walls, creating fantastic columns. The walls are covered to a height of 30 feet with enormous bookshelves full of tomes, scrolls, and leather-bound books. Several ladders, used to climb to the higher shelves, are scattered about the room.
At a half-dozen points throughout the room, the rough, sandstone floor has been breached, smashed open as though someone were looking for something. Standing above one such hole is Charvion Eater-of-Bones. Flinging aside his sledgehammer, he raises his arms to the ceiling and screams in an ancient, guttural tongue. A nimbus of white flame erupts about him and then explodes, sending several different versions of Charvion flying about the room. Each Charvion stands and laughs, and in one loud chorus they say,
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Amestra nods to Noir and enhances her speed as the two rush into the room.
"What was this really all about, Charvion? What is it you're looking for, and why are you working for the dragons?" She doesn't really think he's in league with the dragons, but maybe it will get him monologuing like a good villain.
Though she doesn't stop to listen too much before stabbing him.
She carves another joined AV sigil in the charlatan's cheek.
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Noir responds the nod with another nod, adopts her prefered combat stance and rushes as well, charging towards Chavrion with enhanced speed, aiming to stun the hell out of the guy and do some damage.
Oh and Amy, no, its no a kink I like, I actually like him most without the goblin pajamas... he is really handsome and well equiped under all that
Plus
Amestra finds that her rapier strikes nothing but thin air and her target flickers out of existence for a moment, revealing the true Charvion standing 2' to his apparent right.
That moment is just enough for Noir to spot him and land a solid hit.
"I'm not working for the dragons, they're working for me, you fool! The Pathfinder Society has been passive long enough! I'll no longer be a willing puppet of the Decemvirate and neither will anyone else!" Charvion bitterly answers Amestra.
He takes a step away from his two assailants and disappears entirely.
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*Still during the work with the cage of souls he replied to Amy
Oh, that, He seems a bit a amused I would feel almost insuted that you haven't heard of me, or maybe that was just my perception, if I care for such trivial things, This is part of the motto miss,This is about fighting labels, of course there are plenty of peiole who waves the flag of heroism while really are trying to get advantage to themselves, so for taht reason i've donned this goblin suit, that would show that labels are not as they would be, because when people see the man in goblin suit they tend to think we are the bad guys, while this happens we expect to awake concience on to look beyond the cover of the book, that is why i formed the "League of evil" you see? And we are trying our best to make the society gain prestige as well
He doesn't expect this to make any sense regardles sand continues working on that, there might be more of it, there might be not
Oh dear Noir, That almost make me think you love me, Mwahahahaha.
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He moves to the room, while drinking a potion that prepares on the fly
Duende Muerde recognizes that a spell was cast before Charvion disappeared but can't quite put his finger on what the spell was.
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Noir looks disapointed when the so called villian disappears into thin air Seriously? you are no fun mister Chavrion Altough to be honest, she would have done the same, no better way to catch somebody of guard, she loved been an hypocrite
So she decided to play a gamble, he may have teleported away, but most likely than not, he probably was still around, so her hand reaches for her back pack and pulls a scroll, she begins reading the magical text and the scroll symbols come to life in magical light, crumbling to dust a moment after, while the magic lingers and moves towards Noir eyes
Come out come out, wherever you are... I love playing cat and mice
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Anthys moves behind Amy and Noir (double move) and uses Greater Tacticain to share Lastwall Phalanx (swift action).
Everybody within 30' gets a +1 sacred bonus to saves and AC against evil foes per adjacent ally, and if Anthys is one ally then the bonus increases by 1 due to his Ring of Tactical Precision. The effect lasts for 8 rounds.
At the moment, that should be a +3 bonus for Anthys, Noir, and Amy.
Perhaps sensing that Noir can still see him, Charvion directs a damaging spell at her.
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Noir sees the guy, and not only the guy, Chavrion, but also his finger pointing at her, Noir didn't know much in the ways for the Arcane, but knew enough to be aware that when somebody with magic powers points to you with his fingers, well you are in trouble
The spell effect on her caused the lady in black leather to wrince in pain, clenching her teeth and fist, Noir tries to fight back the magic trying to erase her lifeforce from existence and somehow she manages it and the effect is not as lethal as Chavrion desired
Oh you forgot? Cat have nive lives... and I'm only on my second one instead of a sexy purr this time, a growls comes out of her lips, sharp claws ready to tear Chavrion apart
You are not cat thought... how unfortunate
She knows moves against Chavrion, first taping her foot on the grount and then going in for the kill, ready to him him in force to stun the hell out of him and then rip his guts out
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Noir sees right through him...or rather stops seeing right through him.
She charges at him and slashes with her claws, though now that she can see him, can she see where he really is?
She continues providing her opponent some back luck.
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"The greater version of invisibility, huh," Amestra observes aloud as Charvion casts his spell and disappears. She knows she can't do much for that, though it seems Noir has her end covered. But Amy's got other friends, too.
"J! Can I get a hand?" she calls over her as a young Pathfinder passes by, and they meet up in the middle of the room. "Can you get rid of his invisibility, please."
The young woman casts a quick spell and remains standing next to her old friend. "That should do it," she says.
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"Ah, there you are," Amestra says as Charvion's invisibility is negated. She moves up and attacks the caster again.
Once again, she tries to carve her initial into Charvion's shoulder, aiding her allies and getting into his head.
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"Gurkagh say bad man be like tree!" Lingering spirits of the forests that once stood in this place swirl around Chevron, threatening to turn him into a twisted, treelike shape!
With each defeated copy, the remaining Charvions seem to fade, as if each copy contained a portion of himself!
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