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I really love all of the epilogues. I think that I've read everyone's about 3 times so far. This truly was an amazing group. :)

Glad you liked the epilogue! And if you decide to run Return of the Runelords, then please do reach out. I’d love to continue the story. Especially if it is with such a great group.

But if for whatever reason I’m not there, then please do use Drazh. I’d consider it can honor.

My final post is up. It is how I see Drazh's story ending, given the vast amounts of wealth that just fell into the party's hands. In it, I included abit about each of the characters, but I tried my best to not step on anyone's toes. The only assumption I made was that Drazh would at least be able to find most of the group, and that Marten would retain his title as Professor. If I overstepped myself, please tell me and I can make whatever corrections are needed.

I look forward to seeing what everyone writes!

Fort: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (15) + 17 = 32

With the Runelord finally dead, Drazh quietly picked up the mage's amulet. He regarded it thoughtfully, admiring the craftsmanship of it. At last he put it around his neck. "Something to remember this all by." He said. "Everyone should take something." He nodded to Azalia who was already putting on a belt. "This victory belongs to all of us." He said with a grin.

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Their adventure had come to an end. There of course had been more to the story, after the Runelord had died. They had to get out of Xin-Shalast, afterall. And they had to do so with as much of the vast wealth that they could carry. It was a monumental task, made much easier thanks to the group having an Archmage, a rogue of legendary skill, an oracle who could command shadows, and a shapeshifter. Well, Drazh was there too, and he happily carried as much as he could. While weighed down considerably, there are few sights in the world quite like a dwarf who could barely walk due to all of the gold and gems in his possession.

Drazh found himself obscenely wealthy, and with enough time on his hands to truly perfect his craftsmanship. It was thus that he returned to Grung Varn. Before the tragedy that had claimed much of his clan, it had been his home. It was a place which contained some of his best, and worst, memories. Using his vast wealth, he contracted dwarves from far and wide to come to his old home. It was drained of water, and it was rebuilt. No longer was it a small village. Instead, it became great tower that rose up by the water.

Once Drazh had been filled with maddening rage. Rage at the loss of his home. Rage at the murder of his wife. Rage at himself for not being able to stop either. What he wanted, after their great adventure, was a return to the peace that he had known before. He wanted to hear the sound of hammer on anvil, not on shield. He wanted to hear the sounds of breaking rocks, not bones. And he did not want to be alone. Using his wealth, he attracted settlers to come and fill the tower above and tunnels below. He spent gold like water, and so it flowed. By the time his vision was finished, he had created for himself a home that was filled with families, and which contained all that he needed to devote himself to the making of items infused with magic.

Word spread, of course. Of the tower of Grung Varn. Of how it was filled with not just dwarven axes and magical traps, but rooms that were filled from floor to ceiling with gold coins. Of how rare gems were so common that they were used for door knobs. This attracted unsavory types, to be sure. But the worst of these raids died off when the few survivors limped away. Drazh was happy. He had built for himself the life that he had hoped to lead with his wife, Brunhilda. His home was safe, he was well respected, and he had both the time, and the money, to do what mattered to him. In time, he even remarried and had a child. He named his daughter Brunhilda. For all of his wealth, she was the greatest treasure that his tower held.

There were, of course, a few adventures left in store for him. His craftsmanship sometimes required rare materials, for which he more than once sought out Azalia's help. Given the shop she ran, and the resources at her command, there was little that was beyond her reach. He also had to seek out Arika, rushing towards her in all haste, after having made a drunken bet regarding the quality of her pastries, causing him to need enough to feed his entire tower within a month. Furthermore, in a fit of boredom, he had bribed his way into one of Professor Daseto classes, and took a seat at the very front of the class. He had even sought out Ferocia, asking the dwarf to come visit his tower, given that he at least had the sense of mind to know that offering her a room would not have been taken well. Still, he had one made for her, at the top of the tower. Far away from the noise and hustle from down below. A room with a view that could look down over the lake, and all of the natural land beyond, should he ever manage to find her to make the offer.

But for all of those 'adventures', nothing arose like the great quest to destroy the Runelord and save the world. But that was fine. Because while the world would certainly need saving again, he was content to let some other hero do it.

There is no point on taking loot. But Drazh is still taking the amulet. He had a +1 amulet of natural armor. That is +5 and it is a memento. So it's going on his sheet for the 'cool' factor. :)

We did it! Thank you to GM Kevin, and to everyone else. This has been a very long ride, but we finished the entire adventure path! That is huge. :)

I'll get a final post up for Drazh's epilogue soon.

”If ye say so.” Drazh said, as he joined Ferocia in mauling the corpse. Where she attacked in a flurry of claws and feathers, Drazh took his time for a single blow right to the head. ”Do what ye need to do. We’ll make sure he is right and down here and now.”

Good Aligned Damage: 6d6 + 78 ⇒ (1, 4, 4, 6, 2, 3) + 78 = 98
Holy vs evil: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 2) = 4
Acid: 1d6 ⇒ 1

DC 103 fort save vs death

Hit: 1d20 + 29 ⇒ (17) + 29 = 46
Good Aligned Bane Damage: 2d6 + 31 + 2d6 ⇒ (1, 4) + 31 + (2, 2) = 40
Holy vs evil: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 1) = 2
Acid: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Iterative 1: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (10) + 20 = 30
Good Aligned Bane Damage: 2d6 + 31 + 2d6 ⇒ (4, 3) + 31 + (5, 4) = 47
Holy vs evil: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 5) = 8
Acid: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Iterative 2: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19
Good Aligned Bane Damage: 2d6 + 31 + 2d6 ⇒ (4, 6) + 31 + (2, 4) = 47
Holy vs evil: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 2) = 5
Acid: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Blessing of Fervor: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (12) + 24 = 36
Good Aligned Bane Damage: 2d6 + 31 + 2d6 ⇒ (5, 2) + 31 + (1, 6) = 45
Holy vs evil: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 2) = 7
Acid: 1d6 ⇒ 5

AC42, touch is 24...

Drazh's face went pale as he just *barely* managed to escape the runelord's grasp. Fight or flight kicked in, and the dwarf chose to fight. His hammer moved in a flash, as he attacked again, and again, and again...

Hit: 1d20 + 29 ⇒ (5) + 29 = 34
Good Aligned Bane Damage: 2d6 + 31 + 2d6 ⇒ (4, 1) + 31 + (6, 3) = 45
Holy vs evil: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 1) = 2
Acid: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Iterative 1: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (18) + 20 = 38
Good Aligned Bane Damage: 2d6 + 31 + 2d6 ⇒ (1, 1) + 31 + (2, 3) = 38
Holy vs evil: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 5) = 11
Acid: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Iterative 2: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (7) + 15 = 22
Good Aligned Bane Damage: 2d6 + 31 + 2d6 ⇒ (3, 4) + 31 + (3, 1) = 42
Holy vs evil: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 1) = 5
Acid: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Blessing of Fervor: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (4) + 24 = 28
Good Aligned Bane Damage: 2d6 + 31 + 2d6 ⇒ (1, 3) + 31 + (4, 4) = 43
Holy vs evil: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 5) = 11
Acid: 1d6 ⇒ 2

AC42, touch is 24...

"Well fook." Drazh said. It wasn't like he could really flee. So he did what any good dwarf would do...he stood his ground and swung away with his hammer. Because when all you had was a hammer, then every problem (to include an angry runelord) was a nail.

Ref: 1d20 + 17 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 17 + 2 + 2 = 27

Defensive Stance, Fervor: 1d20 + 25 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 25 + 2 + 2 = 35
Good Aligned Damage: 2d6 + 26 + 3 ⇒ (4, 3) + 26 + 3 = 36
Holy vs evil: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 5) = 11
Acid: 1d6 ⇒ 5
Challenging the runelord as well, because why not? AC40 vs him, and AC42 this round from blessing

Drazh laughed as Azalia’s shadow engulfed him. Now, where he stepped, shadows formed under his feet, allowing him to run in any direction. Charging at the runelord, Drazh raised him hammer and swung it, glad to finally be able to get into hammer range of the villain.

Hit: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (6) + 25 = 31
Damage: 1d8 + 26 ⇒ (2) + 26 = 28
Acid: 1d6 ⇒ 5

When all you have is a hammer, every problem is a nail. Unable to reach the runelord, Drazh swung his runeforged hammer at the crystal. What would it do? He had no idea! But he was going to find out.

Left China in Japan now. Much better internet connection now but still can’t interact with map. Can this dwarf attack the BBEG? If not he will attack the crystal

In China atm with super slow internet. But I’m here!

Drazh nodded and went in.

”Ha! Brilliant! Let’s go through the portal then, aye?” Drazh said, his voice brimming with confidence.

"Aye, something to open those doors." Drazh said. "Oi, Marten! Got any spells to do it? Huh...I wonder." Drazh proceeded to take the body of their slain foe and threw a handful of it at the shimmering golden energy, to see what effect it would have. Truly, proof that he was a scientist at heart.

Hit: 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (6) + 27 = 33
Good Aligned Damage: 2d6 + 29 ⇒ (6, 3) + 29 = 38
Holy vs evil: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 2) = 6
Acid: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Iterative 1: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (18) + 18 = 36
Good Aligned Damage: 2d6 + 29 ⇒ (2, 4) + 29 = 35
Holy vs evil: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 3) = 7
Acid: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Iterative 2: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21
Good Aligned Damage: 2d6 + 29 ⇒ (3, 5) + 29 = 37
Holy vs evil: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 4) = 9
Acid: 1d6 ⇒ 2

I can understand." Drazh said. "If I was getting walloped in the head like it is, then it would put me in a bad mood, regardless of how justified the beating was."

+2 hit and ac this round, using defensive stance

Hit: 1d20 + 29 ⇒ (3) + 29 = 32

Good Aligned Damage: 2d6 + 29 ⇒ (3, 2) + 29 = 34
Holy vs evil: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 4) = 8
Acid: 1d6 ⇒ 4

”Oi! Ugly! See how ye like a taste of me hammer!” Drazh called out, trying to get its attention.

"Aye, Azalia has the right of it. Gold is nice to look at, but so too is a well crafted tunnel. The thing about money is, it can get ye what ye want. Me? I'd love to have a place to call me own. A nice tower, going up above ground and even further below. With a right proper workshop where I can forge enchanted arms and armor, fully stocked with all the materials I need to experiment. Rooms for apprentices that I can teach. For merchants, and all of their families." He smiled at the thought. "A place of life, and craft. The noise of hammer on anvil and the boots of the wee children echoing down the halls. Of voices raised in haggling and drinking." He shook his head, dispelling the illusions. "It'll take a FOOK ton of gold to make that come true, ye know? More than I ever thought I'd see. But this place? This place has it. And I'd kill for this dream to come true. For example, Karzoug."

What could go wrong with that plan of his? Nothing. Nothing at all.

”Aye. Sooner we kill him, the sooner we can loot his house. Onward, heroes.” Drazh said. ”Books too. If they make your eyes pop so then they must be worth something.”

"Isn't that one when one thing is changed to another?" Drazh asked. He thought he heard Marten say something along that at some point. He didn't always tune the mage out, but when he didn't the man didn't always make sense. "Maybe they turn rock into gold here! Wouldn't that explain how they got so much wealth in one place?"

"Could we go back in time to meet ourselves?" Drazh said, a serious look on his face. "Me wife...me family. I could save them?" He asked, looking at Marten, his voice lower than it's usual boisterous levels. It was a small spark of hope in a forge that had long since went cold. He wondered, if it was possible, what it would do to him. Would it erase the future? Would he cease to exist? What would have happened to their quest if he wasn't there? While he was not so arrogant to think that he was indispensable, there had been many close fights to get to where they were. If he remained in those mines, happily toiling away like any other commoner, would the Runelord's plans come to fruition? There were so many questions raised by this, and he did not have any answers.

Much rejoicing to Kevin, and many congratulations on the marriage! Truly good news to hear. :)

I'm alright. Had ankle surgery three months ago. I'm finally walking again, though my leg has apparently gone week, so my knee is killing me. Still, at least I'm walking!

Besides that? 4 kids and full time work schedule around taking care of a baby. It's tiring. But at least these boards help keep me sane. :)

Drazh shrugged and rested his hammer on his shoulder. Turning to Azalia, he muttered "I'll break it after Martern realizes that it's evil and is going to destroy the world." After a moment he added "Or he'll get it to work and we'll make a fortune in the past. Either way works."

"Nay idea what any of this means." Drazh said. "But I have a hammer! Want me to bust up the device? If it's right broke, then they can't use it for whatever they want to use it for."

"That's what mages do." Drazh said. "Though I suppose the shields wouldn't work against orcs and the like. But if I saw a shield wall with the same thing written on every shield, I know that I'd read it when approaching. Well, unless a wizard threw me at them. Then I'd get there too fast."

”Should put it on a shield!” Drrazh exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. ”Imagine a line of soldiers with such an enchantment. It would stop an enemy’s charge in it’s tracks.”

Will: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (4) + 22 = 26

Drazh grunted as the wave of negative energy washed over him.

Drazh nodded, sagely. He gave Marten a wink and a nod to express that he was ready when the professor gave the word. Until then he was content to wait, knowing that he was on-call to take action. It felt good to be useful.

Completely misunderstanding the glance, Drazh took it as a call to action. Marten expected him to do something! But what? With some hesitation he lifted his hammer. ”If I bash it’s head in, that’ll…free it, right? Send it back to heaven?” He asked, hoping that it was a good idea.

Drazh looked unimpressed. ”Anyone able to break the enchantment or just teleport us past the lad? The bugger looks sad. Would make me feel bad to bash his face in.” Drazh said.

Happy holidays to everyone

"I love this place." Drazh said. "Even the keys are worth a small fortune. We'll need to be careful selling all of this though. This city has so many valuables that it might well destroy the value of gold itself!"

”Wish I did. When I get out of here I’m buying an Adamantine pickaxe. Anyone else have an idea on how we get through?”

"Does the magic extend beyond the doors to the entire cell? 'cause if not, can we just break the rock around it? As I see it, fook the doors. Easier to break stone than it is to break magic." Drazh offered.

Perception: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (12) + 25 = 37

"Oh, hold on now, lass. Lookie here. See this short hair pin? It's a wee magic bauble." The dwarf said, smiling. "How much think we can get for it?"

Once within arm's reach, Drazh gladly took the easy kill. The gigantic warrior was murdered in his sleep, and the heroes proceeded to thoroughly loot the corpse. Because that is what heroes do, even if the bards don't sing about it.

"Ha!" Drazh laughed, good naturedly, as he followed Ferocia out and towards their destiny.

Yup! And if she ever gets lonely she can talk to her intelligent sword and freak people out.

"Yeah, she's a famous adventurer. Saved the world or something. Keeps arguing with her sword. Poor thing. Can only imagine what she went through..."

Azalia has a +1 longsword. Upgrading to a +5 keen adamantine scimitar is a huge jump up for her close combat abilities.

"Perfect for a dumb warrior. Obviously, I have nay need of it." Drazh remarked. "Let's push on, aye? We've got a cowering king who I'm sure can't wait to meet us."

"Ach! Any teacher worth the name would be right glad to see his pupil gloat!" Drazh exclaimed, reaching for his drink. "Why, when we're done with the murderin' and lootin', why I'm gonna take the time to make this armor of mine somethin' of bloody legend." When he said it, he made the armor revert to it's natural form, showing it to be mithril plate with gold filigree. "Nay there yet, but it will be. Gonna go right over to me old man and show him what his son did! Will rub it right in his smug and cantankerous face! He'll be right mad, he will be. But he'll be proud too, I know." Taking a swing, he finished "He'll be the same, aye? After he kicks yer arse out, he'll be right proud on what he forged!"

Drazh laughed heartedly at the opulence before them. "And this, me friends, is why it is always good to be friends with an archmage! And to think, this is the same man that we met after the Swallowtail Festival!" Drazh exclaimed as he took a bite of strawberry rhubarb pie. "Oi, Professor! If I remember right, ye were apprenticed, aye? One of yer uncle's friends? Sittin' here in this bloody miracle, got me wonderin'. What was he like? That retired mage ye studied under. Ye should give him a visit ye know, when this is done. Pay yer respects and show him what his student has become."

I don’t have a headband, and +6 wis is always useful. So might as well claim it :)

And if nobody else wants it I’ll take the ioun stone. Flying could be useful!

Go ahead and take it. :)

+2 dodge bonus to AC, a +4 morale bonus to his Strength and Constitution, as well as a +2 morale bonus on Will saves. Plus 1/round Reroll on will saves. When it ends he is nauseated

”Well done! Haha! Well done! We’re gonna be so fookin’ RICH once we clear this place out. Everyone good for huntin’ down their leader now? Gettin’ a wee bit fatigued, but I’ve got some fight in me left.”

3 rounds of defensive stance left. And can we identify that blade?

Hit Green: 1d20 + 32 ⇒ (9) + 32 = 41
Good Aligned Damage: 2d6 + 34 ⇒ (5, 2) + 34 = 41
Holy vs evil: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 6) = 9
Acid: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Fervor: 1d20 + 28 ⇒ (11) + 28 = 39
Good Aligned Damage: 2d6 + 34 ⇒ (1, 1) + 34 = 36
Holy vs evil: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 3) = 5
Acid: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Iterative 1: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (18) + 23 = 41
Good Aligned Damage: 2d6 + 34 ⇒ (4, 6) + 34 = 44
Holy vs evil: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 2) = 3
Acid: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Iterative 2: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (5) + 18 = 23
Good Aligned Damage: 2d6 + 34 ⇒ (4, 6) + 34 = 44
Holy vs evil: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 2) = 6
Acid: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Drazh stepped to the side and then brought his hammer around into the giant's shin. The bone shattered under the impact, sending the giant falling to the ground. With a satisfied grunt, Drazh casually walked forward and brought the hammer down on the back of the giant's neck, bringing instant death.

Hit Green: 1d20 + 32 ⇒ (12) + 32 = 44
Good Aligned Damage: 2d6 + 34 ⇒ (5, 2) + 34 = 41
Holy vs evil: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 2) = 3
Acid: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Fervor: 1d20 + 28 ⇒ (14) + 28 = 42
Good Aligned Damage: 2d6 + 34 ⇒ (3, 1) + 34 = 38
Holy vs evil: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 1) = 3
Acid: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Iterative 1: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (11) + 23 = 34
Good Aligned Damage: 2d6 + 34 ⇒ (6, 3) + 34 = 43
Holy vs evil: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 2) = 3
Acid: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Iterative 2: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (5) + 18 = 23
Good Aligned Damage: 2d6 + 34 ⇒ (6, 2) + 34 = 42
Holy vs evil: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 2) = 4
Acid: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Anyone but a giant would have hit Drazh with such a blow. But against the hated foes, he was well trained and managed to just barely step out of the way. With a slight smile he brought his hammer around and went to work knocking the oversized foe down to size.

On second thought, to keep our pace going, will just attack the giants

Hit: 1d20 + 25 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 25 + 2 + 5 = 35
Good Aligned Damage: 2d6 + 26 + 3 + 5 ⇒ (2, 3) + 26 + 3 + 5 = 39
Holy vs evil: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 2) = 8
Acid: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Iterative 1: 1d20 + 16 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 16 + 2 + 5 = 41
Good Aligned Damage: 2d6 + 26 + 3 + 5 ⇒ (3, 5) + 26 + 3 + 5 = 42
Holy vs evil: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 2) = 4
Acid: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Iterative 2: 1d20 + 11 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 11 + 2 + 5 = 28
Good Aligned Damage: 2d6 + 26 + 3 + 5 ⇒ (1, 4) + 26 + 3 + 5 = 39
Holy vs evil: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 1) = 7
Acid: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Trusting his companions to take care of the golden foe, Drazh continued his focus on the hated giants.