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Kurik moves towards his fellow paladin and draws his healing wand. He then utters the command word to cure some of the damage done.
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
@Seltyiel: You had 12 temp HP that are already gone, and now I healed you by 8 HP. That leaves you at 11 damage.

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Neither To-to's ranged attack or bluff would have made difference against Eshkimka.
To-to heals Seltyiel's remaining wounds.
CLW: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

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@Seltyiel: You had 12 temp HP that are already gone, and now I healed you by 8 HP. That leaves you at 11 damage.
I had forgotten those temporary hp. Thanks!
Thanks to both of you for the healing :-)
I will use lay on hands on myself
lay on hands: 1d6 ⇒ 2

DM Carbide |

A screeching wail cuts across the battlefield as Eshimka falls to her knees, her undead horde routed on all sides by the combined Pathfinder and Twinhorn forces. The nightshade cries out in anger and dismay, “No! How could mortal worms like these strike me down?”
As if answering the question, an enlarged Pathfinder in gleaming full plate strides forward, raising a heavy blade that glows with arcane power. Cast in the shadow of a nearby standing stone, the dwarven apparition of the paladin warrior Ivvora seems to mirror the Pathfinder’s movements and guide his steps. Ivvora’s voice rings out clearly over the din of battle, “Eshimka, this battle began a millennium ago, and it ends tonight. Vildeis has judged you and found you wanting.” The Pathfinder strikes once, cleaving through one of Eshimka’s bladed arms, and then brings his blade around in a slashing arc that sends the nightshade’s still-screaming head rolling across the battlefield. Eshimka’s mouth stays open for a moment, her scream dying away as light pours from the stump of her neck. The nightshade’s body crumbles into ash that the wind scatters across the snow, and the dying rift at last closes as the remains of Eshimka’s army flees into the night or falls with their mistress.
The towering dwarven ghost salutes the gathered heroes and announces, “You have all proven yourself worthy of Vildeis’ attention. Pathfinders, you have defeated a great evil, so let the tale of your bravery shatter your enemies’ courage while bolstering your own. Eric, you have made me proud and finished what I could not. Medda and Anok, you have done well assembling the force that did this. All of you, go with Vildeis’s blessing, and keep vigilant—evil never rests.” Ivvora smiles and looks up to the stars as she fades away and the blessed armor Medda wears returns to its normal sheen.
Medda looks to the champions surrounding her. “Everyone, I cannot put into words how grateful I am to all of you. You have stood by my side through all these hardships, and at last we have triumphed! Eshimka is forever destroyed, and we of the Twinhorn following have found true allies in the Pathfinder Society. Call on us in your hour of need, and we shall come to your aid. For now though, the danger has passed.” She and Anok give one last look to where the planar scar is already healing.
“Let us celebrate at last.”
That concludes the Outpost VIII PFS1E Special. My thanks to the Table GMs and players!

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Thank you for running, GM Mike...R!
no day job
I CAN HAZ BOON?: 1d20 ⇒ 20 :-D

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Thanks for running this game. It has not only being fun, but fantastically well GMed!
day job, Profession (soldier): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
boon, of which I have never obtained any ;-): 1d20 ⇒ 15

GM Mike...R |

In addition to the boons, everyone also gets a chance at winning a Paizo voucher, but that those are drawn randomly by the organisers so you don't need to roll for those. As the vouchers and boons are sent out by email, it's worth checking that you have included your email address in the signup sheet.

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Thanks for running. :)
No Day Job for Rogarch.
Boon roll: 1d20 ⇒ 20