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@Ekaterina, can you double check you to see if your email is correct in the RPG chronicles and check your spam folder. If still nothing, let me know and I can download and send it else where. Probably by google drive.
I apologize for the massive slow down at the end, but I did enjoy our fun in the frozen tundra. Chronicle sheets should be emailed shortly. If you have any corrections, feel free to contact me.
The agents gather up the wounded and provide immediate healing for those who need it. With the supplies leftover, you all manage to make a litter assist in carrying the more heavily wounded. The others, once healed can manage on their own. A few more hours traveling, the PCs crest a small hill and spot the finish line. Two tall, wooden linnorm statues mark the finish line to the harrowing Balgirdtrek. Crossing the line, the gathered crowd of spectators and participants cheers and applauds. Racers are met with blankets, soup, and medical supplies almost as soon as they are within the village of Frostgarten, where spectators are gathered to celebrate the competition and those who completed it. Taking a moment to look around, the PC's notice that they are the first team to cross. Leif waiting on the other side to cement their position of second place. As a reward for assisting the other team, the officials gift the PC's a scroll of snowball Furthermore, since the PCs completed the race honorably, the Pathfinder Society is invited back next year to defend their title. As one last formality, the winning team is tasked with helping to prepare the feast and medical supplies for the remaining racers. Once the last of the teams cross the finish line, the festivities begin. A massive feast is prepared, and the winning team is given a place of honor at the banquet table. The End Primary Objective
Secondary Objectives
@Ekaterina, you can sustain multiple spells per round as long as you have the actions to do so. There is no limit built in the Sustain a Spell actions.
The agents attack from range. Tieri's first shot and Kaitlyn's bolt stick into the bears pelt. Avery and Swaayah miss. Illnore cast some spells on Chiselnits, boosting their power. Chiselnits swings hard, both connecting, the second more severe.
Ekaterina blast the bear with cold. The bear can not dodge the frigid spell as ice to begins to cling to it. Round 2
The bear digs its claws into Chislenits, taking 10 slashing damage, and throws him to the side. He lands 20 feet away. The bear, taking enough damage runs back to its cave.
GM: [/spoiler] Lesser Giant Short-Faced Bear: AC 23 90/44
The puff of air approaches the cave, blood covers the entire entrance. The familiar can hear a low growl coming from the cave. A few moments later, a bear comes out and swipes at the elemental, that floats out of range. Initiative:
GM:
Seeing the plant creature, the bear charges ahead and swipes.
The bear then grabs hold. everyone may go
Also, if you would go ahead and make your downtime checks, I can add them to your chronicle sheets.
Been dealing with internet issues at home this past week. Will try and get one up soon.
The PC's walk away from this challenge defeated and begin the final stretch of the race. A broken sled lies in the snow at the edge of the path beside an old bridge. Fresh blood marks are clearly visible against the white snow as large, crimson swaths. Equipment is scattered across the snow and onto the frozen surface of the lake. Among the scattered supplies are two minor healing potions. Tracks and discarded equipment lead the PCs to the other side of group of trees. A axe and set of skis lay broken in the snow bank. GM:
The PC's spot a trail of blood leading from this snow bank across the ice ending at the feet of a collapsed figure. Once over there, they recognize the figure as Leif, one of the members of Two Houses. He is conscious, but heavily wounded. He let's out a gasp as he points to a small cave entrance. "The beast attacked. took the rest"
Ekaterina fails with her footing again, causing her to fall through the ice.
Avery makes her way easily across the ice, but the ribbon is holds firm. Swayaah likewise makes it to the ribbon, but can not free it from its icy confines. Tieri moves across the ice and is too stumped by the ribbon. Ekaterina takes step in the ice and falls hard cracking it around her.
The Pathfinder Pro's are grateful for the clear weather, but exhaustion is definitely setting in as they move towards the last obstacle.
Among the tall drifts and dunes of snow and ice, a small hollow reveals signs of life. A large fire pit is encircled by tents and snow shelters as officials stand near the warmth of the blazing fire. Beyond the camp, a large sheet of exposed ice is marked by race banners. In the middle of the ice, a delicate ribbon lies partially frozen in the sheet. The officials tell the teams that this trial recounts the tale of Balgird’s brave survival on the open ice. While camping in the tundra, Balgird lost some precious equipment to the wind in the night. The following morning, he followed a trail of gear to discover one of his scrolls frozen in the ice. With great care, he moved across the thin sheet to where his scroll lay trapped. Balgird created a lens from a piece of the ice itself, focusing the sunlight on the ice to slowly melt it away from his scroll until he was able to free it.
The only Pathfinder that appears to have any luck is Ekaterina, who manages to get some good information on the trek ahead. GM:
As the sun sets on this day, the PCs spot creature can be seen moving along the horizon. This is the beast that you believe has been keeping up with the race. Nature DC 18:
It is a Giant Short-Faced Bear.It is a large animal that has the ability to maw and toss its prey aside. Day 4
GM:
The final day could not have started better. The skies are clear of any cloud and no fog is present. [ooc]Athletic, Nature, or Survival
Avery manages to make it across on her first try. Ekaterina hands begin to slip, but manages to hang on and make it look good. Illnore climbs inside of Chesilnits and goes along for the ride. The feat of strength impresses the officials.
As the PCs make their way to the camp site. The campsite in this area is settled among the standing stones. These stones recall the deeds of Balgird Bluetongue and his heroic deeds Both Two Houses and Without Trace or Fail are already setting up camp. The other teams seem to have fallen behind. The members of Two Houses wave cheerfully and congratulate them on catching up. Without Trace or Fail give the Pathfinders the stink eye and go back to work.
Tieri loses his balance on the first attempt and falls back onto the bank. His second attempt he nails the placement and easily gets across the river. Swayaah is completely out of her element, whether it be the placement of the pole or the loose snow underfoot, she fails to get enough momentum to get across. On her fourth attempt, all the conditions seem right and she finds her way across the river. Kaitlyn once again shows an impressive display of athleticism and crosses on the first try and flips to add some emphasis before her feet touch the ground.
Steam and spray from the Whitegold River hangs in the air as the checkpoint draws near. The wet air carries a cold sting. The snow on the trees drips, plopping heavily to the ground and the snow and frost seem to be clinging only in shadowed nooks and slick patches, despite the frigid air. Race officials prepare fish caught from the banks of the river near the camp. South of the campsite, another official stands near the riverbank. Several long poles lean against a mossy rock. Across the river, the course stretches away from the river and through the thinning trees into the snow-dusted hills beyond. The wide river flows quickly as winter draws close, chunks of ice occasionally drift and crash among the rocks from further upstream. The officials tell the PCs that this trial is particularly important to the Balgirdtrek. After spotting the tarn linnorm, Balgird gave chase to the beast. The linnorm slipped through the trees and made its way across the Whitegold River to evade Balgird. The rushing river was frigid and cold, and as Balgird approached he could see the tarn linnorm lurking in the trees on the other side, waiting to pluck his exhausted body from the shore if he swam across. Balgird felled a tall sapling from the riverside and vaulted across the river with as much of his gear as he could carry, foiling the linnorm and chasing it further into the wild.
The agents wrap up their investigation of the deceased caribou and head to the campsite. Illnore stops off to speak to an official. They look at the bell and frown, "It appears to have been tampered with, we did not do this. This does concern me however, as tampering with the obstacles are grounds for disqualification. If you notice anymore tampering, please let us know" Swayaah heads over and attempts to strike up a conversation with the Wyrding Wayfinders. Again, the older female speaks for the group, "We did well enough. still plenty of race to race." She cocks her head to the side at the mention of the bells. "That's odd, the bells we had recovered were not stuffed with wool." Avery begins to track whatever creature did this, but turns back once she begins to lose site of the checkpoint. Day 3 GM:
The fog continues to hang low on the third day as the PC's head out.
Tieri sneaks up on the herd and with some assistance from the others is able to get the bell off of the caribou.
Once the trial is complete the officials look over the PCs. Seeing that no one is injured, allowing them to head to the campsite. On the way back, they notice a dead caribou nearly frozen over in the cold air. For those who wish to examine the body, you may do so, I'll spoiler the checks below. Nature or Medicine DC 15:
You notice large claw marks came from an animal of immense size and strength. At the campsite are the Bluetongue's Brawlers, Wyrding Wayfinders, and Fangs of the Remorhaz.
Ekaterina and Kaitlyn move to the far side of the caribou to try and flank and possibly draw attention to them instead of their teammates. Swayaah moves in amongst the deer, at the last moment, she notices a bell and manages to locate and retrieve the bell. Chiselnits takes off before consulting Illnore. Luckily they pick the correct one. The deer is so entranced by the plant creature that it doesn't move as it reaches out and grabs a bell. The Pathfinder team continues to get lucky as Avery spots yet another bell before spooking the deer. She lifts the bell sneakily off of the antlers of the one with the red nose.
GM:
Swaayah notices that the bell she retrieved has been stuffed with wool, muffling the noise. Checking over the other two, she notices they have been silenced with wool too.
A small, frigid stream runs between the dense pines, opening onto a frozen pond. To the east, a few small columns of smoke rise above the trees from several small campfires. To the north, a dozen caribou walk along the surface of the ice, snuffling and pawing at the thin grasses poking up from the snowy shoreline. As a race official watches over the small herd, the wind carries the gentle sound of bells. The official announces to the PCs that this trial is meant to recreate the events surrounding the loss of Balgird’s beloved pack horse. When the steed was lost in a terrible blizzard, Balgird tracked a herd of caribou across the tundra, and watched their behavior from a distance, looking for one that he might be able to tame. The legendary Ulfen spent more than a week trying to get close to the herd, and narrowly escaped death by hundreds of stampeding hooves before he finally managed to sling his saddle bags over the animal’s back and lead his new companion out of the herd and into the taiga. There are a total of 12 caribou on the ice fields. Four of them have bells. You goal is to determine which caribou have the bells and then remove them from the antlers. First a PC will need to attempt to find the bells with a perception check to seek.(you may roll them yourselves). A failure makes the following check harder. Then, you must make either a Nature or Stealth check to approach the herd with out sending them running. A failure means another PC can attempt. A critical failure causes the herd to stampede and bars the PCs from attempting a gain. Only one PC is required to attempt this event. Other PCs can attempt their own checks or aid, but not both. Technically, you roll your aid checks before any attempts are made. So if you would like to attempt to approach the caribou place you rolls in spoilers as to not influence aid checks. Aid checks can be made openly.
Avery manages to track down an official and warns her of the shifting snows. Swayaah and Illnore approaches the Bluetounge's Brawlers. A group of four burley Ulfen. Two females, Jori and Sigrun, and two males, Sigurd and Baltus. The fours stop their rough housing as they notice Illnore. "Welcome Halfling, and do not worry about hurting out feelings. Would take a lot more than words. Ha" Jori laughs. Hmm, last year we did complete the first day nude." Baltus says, "But the frost bite was something terrible. The official held us back the next morning to make sure we didn't lose anything" Jori cuts back in, "Yes let's not us relive that experience. But it did catch our opponents by surprise" The other female, Sigurn puts a hand on the Illnore, "Very admirable of someone of you stature taking part in this race. We hope you the best. If you need help, just give us a shout."
************ Tieri approaches the Wyrding Wayfinders and strikes up a conversation with the leader, an older woman by the name of Faergim Axebinder. A holy symbol of Cayden Cailean hangs loosely around her neck. Her two squires, a female halfling named Thosse and a human male named Rikkun, are setting up there tents. The fourth, female human named Sassa Ringbreaker, member sits by her side writing in a books. With the patience of a grandmother, Faergim nods along with Teiri's decertation on the benefits of the cold in medical procedures. "You seem very knowledgeable in you practice young kobold. Hopefully I will not need your services anytime soon though" She says jokingly.
************ Day 2 ************ GM:
DC 14 The morning comes early at the camp, a layer of fog hangs low. After a hasty breakfast, the PC's break camp. While doing so they overhear the race officials talking about a beast seen of in the distance. Nothing other information can be gained about the beast at this time. With the thought of a large predator in the back of their minds, the PC's head out.
Yes, your team did exceptionally well with the climb.' The official answers Ekaterina. "All I can really say is you will be leaving the wooded area and start making your way across the frozen plain. Make sure to practice you stalk and approach techniques while hunting, the local fauna can be skittish." With a wink, the official heads off to the support tents.
Kaitlyn easily climbs the tree and grabs hold of the egg. The egg sticks for a moment and then comes free. She then slides down the tree and hands the egg to the official, who seems impressed.
GM:
The sun begins to set and the snow continues to fall. The PC return to the trail campsite to gather round the fire. Two other teams sit around the fire, Bluetongue's Brawlers and Wyrding Wayfinders. The other teams, you gather have moved on.
Will post this here, and if you have already played this, feel free to ignore this. Throughout the course of this adventure, I'll be keeping track of Progress Points. They are awarded depending on how well you do traveling overland and how well you do on completing the trials. At the beginning of each day, I will roll the what the weather will be like, which will affect the DC of the overland travel portion that day. After completing the trial you can either choose to rest or continue on with the trial. Unless a race official states it is too dangerous to continue on. This happens if the weather I rolled is too severe or if anyone is grievously injured.
The pair of Ulfen men drop the rope and everyone sets out. *******
GM:
As the agents set off, snow begins to fall heavily.
The PCs make their way to the first checkpoint. The tall pines ahead are heavy with snow, and the forest is quiet. Ahead, officials for the Balgirdtrek stand around a roaring fire. Several campsites have been cleared nearby as clerics stand ready to examine and treat any injured racers. Beyond the fire and campsites, in a small, raised clearing, is a tall, thin pole carved with the intertwining necks of a Tarn Linnorm. Atop the pole rests is a small platform, an oval shape resting within it. The pole is in fact a small tree, and though the tree itself is dead, it is still flexible and strongly rooted in the ground. The object at the top of the pole is an egg which each team must retrieve without breaking. The officials at the trial explain to each team that this trial hearkens back to Balgird’s time in the wilderness. While searching for a Linnorm in the frozen reaches of the Saga Lands, Balgird Bluetongue survived by living off the land itself. In particular, Balgird was known to have scaled a great tree and retrieved the egg of a massive bird. He did this so swiftly and carefully that the tree did not bend, and the bird did not notice its egg go missing. Anyone who tests the tree finds that it is very flexible and bends at the climber's weight.
GM:
Swayaah and Illnore both gather that the first leg of the race is traveling overland a significant distance. Illnore also overhears from the officials that the first event is a tree climb of sorts. GM:
While getting prepared, the Varki competitors approach the PC's and give a friendly smile. Two of them, a human male and female that share a striking resemblance begin to look over the PC's gear. The female waves you over, "Make sure to fasten this securely. Will make it easier when moving if you do not need to fight momentum going against you." The other two, another human and a half-orc wait for the others a couple feet away. The male laughs, "Ylva, you are too nice sometimes, you do realize this is a competition." "Yes Marbin I understand that. But we are first timers as well and should make a good impression by helping others in need." She turns back to the PC's before heading out, "Good Luck. See you at the starting line." ************************************ The PC's finalize their purchases and head to the starting line. A thick braided rope is tied between to wooden handholds, that are both carved with the head of a linnorm. An older female stands off to the side and begins to speak, her voice carries over the crowd with ease. "As with tradition, the reigning champions shall start the race." Leif and Oluf head to the sides to hold the rope. Steen stands in front of the assembled teams. "Is everybody ready?"
Xun got the details right. The critical hit that broke his armor did him in fast. On top of that, the first round he activated an ability that gave him some temp HP too.
"Eh. Pathfinder Pros it is then" The driver says with grunt. The sleigh turns and enters a large open area that has been cleared. Along the perimeter, stalls and stands have been sent up by the merchants of Kalsgard for the race and are bustling with activity. The sleigh stops in front of a stage and the teams are met with cheers from the crowd as they disembark. A female voice calls out between loud cheers and rounds of applause. "Arriving in the first sleigh, The Bluetongue Brawlers, The Fangs of the Remorhaz, and finally Wyrding Wayfinders. In the second, are the Pathfinder Pros, Without Trace or Fail, and the returning winners The Two Houses. May all competitors race with dignity and honor." One of the race coordinators usher the PCs over to a staging area where they are provided with a race pack containing three minor healing potions, a single climbing kit, vouchers for lodging in Frostgarten, flint and steel, a signal whistle, and a list of supplies they should procure before the race begins. The coordinator advises that the items on the list are optional, it is at least best to have the first three on the list to make the trek easier. They also make sure the PC's are clear on all the rules. Before leaving they tell you the race is set to begin in 3 hours.
Emails have been sent with chronicles. I also threw them in a google file for those who did not put their email in the RPG chronicles.
You already rolled a Crit a few posts up. lol. I will report that one instead.
Dreadfang delivers the ending blow to the mounted chain gun. Out of Combat Conclusion Once the PCs ensure the caravan meets up with the Gorumites, their scouting duties are essentially completed. With the squad of Gorumites traveling with the caravan, nothing short of a small army would dare attack the wagons, and the Gorumites are familiar enough with the lands to avoid any real dangers. If the PCs destroyed Synthetic Khismar (Robot Gnome), they scare off any Blue Streaks in the area. The caravan is able to make it to Starfall virtually unharried, with the exception of a pack of overly curious and somewhat vicious raccoons. Primary Objective
Success Secondary Objective
Success
Starting tonight, I will be away at a in person convention this weekend. I am running 6 of the 8 slots, so I may not be able to post this weekend. But will update Monday night when I get a chance.
Starting tonight, I will be away at a in person convention this weekend. I am running 6 of the 8 slots, so I may not be able to post this weekend. But will update Monday night when I get a chance.
Solomon brings down the blade of his deity. The third strike slices the gnome in half. Fluid leak from severed hoses and begin to pool on the floor. Round 6-Bold May Act
GM: Jury-Rigged Annihilator: Top Chain Gun: 6 damage. Bottom Chain Gun: Broken Tail: Broken
GM:
Xun is unsure what it is. He then launches a random pieces of metal at the gnome. A loud ringing sounds, reminiscent of a gong, comes from the head. When you look again, you see the gnomes true form. . A visible crack shows running down the center line.
Round 6-Bold May Act
GM: Jury-Rigged Annihilator: Top Chain Gun: 6 damage. Bottom Chain Gun: Broken Tail: Broken BBEG: 54/70, Construct Armor broken
Zallarra heals Larrathion some more. Larrathion stands and slashes the gnome across his chest. Spark fly has it cuts through "flesh". Hobbs redirects the flame and then sends another ball of fire at it.
The gnomebot ducks and dodges out of the way of both. The gnome faces Larrathion once more.
The gnome laughs and swings a third time.
Round 6-Bold May Act
GM: Jury-Rigged Annihilator: Top Chain Gun: 6 damage. Bottom Chain Gun: Broken Tail: Broken BBEG: 63/70
Solomon puts on another extending performance and commands the spiritual dagger to attack the gnome. Both strikes miss. Xun forces life energy back into Larrathion. Dreadfang begins to work on the other chain gun. The monks first two blows land doing some damage. The chain gun begins to spin right under Dreadfang before releasing another burst.
Round 6-Bold May Act
GM: Jury-Rigged Annihilator: Top Chain Gun: 6 damage. Bottom Chain Gun: Broken Tail: Broken BBEG: 66/70
Leif extends a thick gloved hand, "Nice to meet you" "They are all bark, no bite. They know better to violate the rules of the race." Steen chimes in. "Yeah we did win. Returning champs. We crossed the finish line on day three and stayed at an Inn that night. The next morning we went back the finish line to claim our victory." Leif says with a slight chuckle. He regains his composure before continuing. "No, the route is not always the same. Usually we begin in the wilderness and end near a town, to honor Balgrid's return to civilization. However, this time around we are beginning in town and heading out into the wilds." "That is because the tradition makes it sound like the Varki are uncivilized." Unn chimes in. She crosses her arms, "The wilderness they refer to is in the Varki's territory and the return to civilization would be an Ulfen village." Steen places his hand on his wife's leg, "No need to get fired up. Times are changing and the Varki are apart of this epic tradition." "Six teams" Oluf answers, "The Pathfinders, the Varki team, and the four returning teams from the previous year." A voice from the front of the sleigh interrupts the conversation, "We are approaching the starting area. What is your team name?" The sleigh driver asks the PC's. "May I suggest, Pathfinder Pups, Odds meet End, or Teeth Chattering Society" He says laughing to himself.
Zallarra heals Hobbs. Hobbs redirects his sphere.
The gnome fails to dodge it. The goblin pulls a scroll and casts a defensive spell. The gnome shouts, "Fire". The chain gun answers.
The gnome takes a step and throws another combo, this time at Larrathion.
Round 5-Bold May Act
GM: Jury-Rigged Annihilator: Recharge 2 Bottom Chain Gun: Broken Tail: Broken BBEG: 66/70
"They are Without Trace or Fail" Oluf answers, "Ulfen traditionalist who believe it is disrespectful to allow outsiders to join in the race. They about withdrew when they learned of the Varki taking part." Leif chimes in, "Pathfinders you say. Not long ago, you all recovered a family heirloom of mine. Grehunde’s Gorget, it was lost at sea and a team of your agents were tasked with retrieving it."
Before leaving, Torrsen answers Ekaterina, "According to the rules, you must complete the course within four days." Once the PC's are ready, they head outside. Two bright, open-topped sleighs wait along the side of the street, adorned with ribbons and cedar boughs. The driver of the second sleigh hops down, waving the group over. He instructs the team to move to the rear of the cart and assists with boarding. Inside, two groups sit, anxious for the sleighs to get moving. At the far end of the cart, several Ulfen rangers and a cleric glower, sighing before mumbling to one another. GM:
Previous Winners: The Two Houses The other group, comprised of three human males and a human female, seem a bit friendlier and move some belonging to make room for the PCs. "You must be other new team competing this year, if you think you can take our title, you're mistaken." He says with a laugh. "I am Leif and this is my husband Oluf. Over there," Leif points to the male and female across from him, "are Steen and Unn." "You definitely are not Varki, so I am assuming you are the Pathinder Team." Oluf says out loud, causing the other team to glare over for a moment, before returning to their conversation. "Do not mind them." Oluf says with a wink.
Xun's threats are ignored and his spell does not seem to affect the gnome. Solomon's force weapon lands a solid blow against the gnome. The thin shield it conjured at the start of combat blips out of existence. Larrathion stabs the boss, more metal on metal sounds come from its torso. Dreadfang lands his flurry, taking the tail offline. The robots remaining chain gun fires once more.
Round 5-Bold May Act
GM: Jury-Rigged Annihilator: Recharge 2 Bottom Chain Gun: Broken Tail: Broken BBEG: 67/70
Dreadfang takes the full blast from the laser. Zallara soothes some of Larrathions wounds. Hobbs conjures a flaming sphere to harass the "gnome".
The fire beings to eat away at the leader. The gnome steps forward and swings on Hobbs twice.
Round 4-Bold May Act
GM: Jury-Rigged Annihilator: Recharge 2 Bottom Chain Gun: Broken BBEG: 70/70 2 Temp
"We are taking part in this competition to accomplish two things. Learn more about the competition itself, the Balgirdtrek, and gain more information about the Ulfen and Varki cultures. Hopefully, bring them closer together towards a new era of peace." "We do not know who else is competing at this time. You should meet some of the other competitors along the way." He chuckles and answers Illnore's question, "Some Ulfen clans find us taking part in this race as a decline of tradition and do not like us for it. I doubt that they would be openly hostile towards you. Although minor brawls have occurred in the past between teams, nothing deadly I will add."
GM:
Tieri recalls that two of the teams taking part are the Bluetounge Brawlers and the Wyrding Wayfinders. The brawlers are a group of four ulfen warriors who rely on brute force to surive. While the Wayfinders are led by an experienced Champion of Cayden Cailean. He also recalls the story behind the Balgirdtrek
Spoiler:
Long ago, the Ulfen known as Balgird Bluetongue set out from Kalsgard, traveling deep into the forbidding tundra and muskeg of the Lands of the Linnorm Kings in search of fortune, honor, and the head of a linnorm. For two months, Balgird braved the elements, crossing craggy glaciers, defending himself against monstrous trolls, fording frozen rivers, and foraging for the barest meals until he found, tracked, and slew a mighty tarn linnorm and returned with its twin heads in tow.
Though Bluetongue himself was slain in Irrisen protecting the Djurstor Confederacy against Baba Yaga in 3313 AR, his body was not properly buried until it was recovered by Ulfen raiders two centuries later. Laid to rest in Kalsgard, the city held an overland race to commemorate the deeds of their fallen hero; and so, the Balgirdtrek was born. The race has been held annually, drawing brave teams from Ulfen communities across the Lands of the Linnorm Kings. To win the Balgirdtrek is particularly noteworthy, but simply completing the race is considered a tremendous accomplishment.
Looking at the Boons rules. It looks like you can have one advanced boon active. The general boons don't appear to be limited to one. They just can not be the same boon.
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