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Serra walks up hand in hand with a young boy. The boy has a limp, but walks up with a somber smile.

The boy, a handsome, serious lad, looks to GM Angry Ankheg and offers his hand for her to take.

However, as if unable to fight back tears, the boy rushes to hug the ankhegish abomination.

"Thank you so much!" The boy looks up at that Angry Ankheg with wide, trusting eyes. "I loved this all and appreciate all that we did!"

Serra laughs at the lad, smiling deeply in his reduced frame. When he had started in Kenebres, he weighed much more...not just in physical weight, but the weight of his failures. He seems slimmer now, not just of form, but also of mind as if he had cast away many of his doubts.

He reaches his hands out to gently disentangle the lad from his embrace.

"That's enough, Kastor. I'm sure she knows how much she has impacted you...impacted both of us," Serra says gently, his own eyes becoming moist with tears.

Serra moves closer to embrace the Ankheg.

"You've taught me much, even when you tried to kill me. You've lead me to challenge and laughter...heck, you even found new friends for me," Serra says, smiling through his beard and looking to the rest of the party. "Without you...without you, we were nothing. Thank you so much."

Serra lets go of the green lizard and holds her at arms length.

"I will always remember how you gave a fat knight a chance to be a hero. I will never forget it." Serra blinks away a few tears.

He reaches his hand down to accept Kastor's his own. "Come Kastor, we have other goodbyes to make."

Serra and Kastor move to Cole, with Serra offering a strong bro-hug even as Kastor hugs the man's leg.

"I never liked your hat, but I appreciate how you took charge and lead us when it seemed like we would never find the light." Serra unhugs and looks Cole in the eyes. "Your bow as appreciated. Your leadership was ever so."

Serra ushers Kastor in front of Jurin.

"This is not goodbye for us, mayhaps we will travel home together. Though you are...different...and uh, uhm...you...I have never minded your presence. Sometimes your sword and magic aided my own in our fights. Let us return to our home and rebuild there, shall we?" Serra hopes the chef will agree.

Serra and Kastor go to stand in front of Eli.

Serra offers a gauntleted fist for a shake.

"If you wish to come back with us, Eli...I would, I would find a home for you with us. Our lands in Andoran are nice. The undead invasions are largely over and we could use your insight. I would count you as friend if you would receive it," Serra says.

Kastor, initially standoffish, runs to hug Eli's leg. He looks up and stares into Eli's cloudy eyes. "Yes, you should come with us! We could go riding and walk in the forest! It would be nice!" Kastor says in a squeaky voice, his eyes full of emotion at the goodbye and hope that the man might come find peace. "You should come with us!"

Serra exhales and looks at GM AA again.

"You made this happen. I appreciate it!" Serra says, taking a knee and bowing his head in supplication to the GM. His mighty glaive lies by his feet and he tries to absorb as much as he can of the honor of knowing GM AA. There is much to absorb.

Serra takes the Sword, stretching it out and trying to find the best way to carry it. Eventually, he attaches it to his ranseur and wraps it about until they can affix it to the ramparts.

"I'll take it. But we should go directly to the roof so that we might attach it to the walls. With this...with this we will protect this city," Serra says solemnly holding the artifact before him.

"Lead on, I had bear this."

Putting one fat foot in front of the other, Serra follows the group out.

"Yeah, Cole, you should carry, but if you'd rather not, I can. Or I can ask Kastor to carry it...if it's not too heavy, that is," Serra replies, happy to regain his angelic form at some point.

Serra does not say that either Jurin or Eli would be good standard bearers or not. He doesn't know what to feel. He turns to Kastor.

"See that, boy? See how that banner enhances the knight and everyone around? That's a true knightly presence. Feel that. Feel the *good* there. That's what we knights should aspire to. That's what we want," Serra says to the young squire.

Serra, portly and re-hindered in his girth, holds up the Sword, aka the Banner, for all to see. He seems almost reverent as he explains what he thinks the Banner does. Feel free to read the above spoiler.

"Tis said the Inheritor herself carried this crimson banner into battle during the Shining Crusade. If we wish to hold territory, be it this castle or another, this Banner will protect us. In addition, it will call upon the strongest of the host of heaven to protect the home upon which is stands. Tis a holy artifact that has not yet been turned to the dark. We are blessed."

"I could use the rest. We all could."

Serra looks down at the rents in his skin, festering wounds that he ignores for the glory he holds in his hands. "Yes, a night of rest would do me good as well. And yes, we must protect this Banner."

Aasimarra bends over breathing hard as the shadow falls. At the same time, his altering of self seems to fall as well, resulting his aggressive belly and extra weight returning, no longer hidden behind the magic of the scale.

Serra wipes the sweat from his brow, trying to catch his breath. He scans for Kastor, worried for the lad as always. He worried the boy had fallen into the pit, then smiles at the boy as Kastor hides behind the altar.

Serra did not see the young squire move to the altar, but feels it was an appropriately wise move to hide there until the demon was dead. With the squire safe, Serra looks at the mighty iced wounds in his armor and flesh suffered from the claws of the demon.

* * *

"YOU PROMISED!!"

Serra's eyes and ranseur spinning in reaction. Serra waddles over to intercept Jeska and protect Cole (but not Cole's hat).

"What are you going on about, Jeska? What promises?" Serra stands ready to protect himself and Cole.

* * *
After things have calmed down, Serra will take his time to examine the sword and banner, basking in the warmth and happy feeling coming from the cloth.

1d20 + 16 ⇒ (13) + 16 = 29 Spellcraft (sword)
1d20 + 16 ⇒ (15) + 16 = 31 Spellcraft (banner)

What kind of warm feeling is Serra getting?

Round 11, Init 13

Aasimarra uses his wand of MM.

3d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 2, 1) + 3 = 9 force damage
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15 SR

Round 10, Init 13

Aasimarra casts Magic Missile.

4d4 + 4 ⇒ (1, 4, 1, 2) + 4 = 12 force damage
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26 SR

Round 9, Init 13

Though his armor and flesh are getting as shattered as Jurin's psyche, Aasimarra fires his wand again at the demon. He gracefully slides back from the soaring demon.

3d4 + 3 ⇒ (4, 4, 3) + 3 = 14 force damage

Oops. Looks like I didn't post an action last round. My bad. Completely missed that in the chaos of PaizoCon. My apologies.

35/85 hp

Serra staggers as he is hit, then hit again, then hit again. He stands tall, however, knowing that if he dies taking this demon out, when it will be worth the sacrifice and two failures will be erased from the world in one day: one of them a false knight.

Round 8, Init 13

Aasimarra fires his wand again at the demon.

3d4 + 3 ⇒ (2, 2, 4) + 3 = 11 force damage

"Serra!"

Lithe and beautiful Aasimarra takes a bite to the neck, a viciously cold wound that frostbites the skin around his shoulder.

"You've got..."

As his attention is jerked to the sound of Cole's voice, a icy claw rakes across his face, giving him frozen tears.

"...him!"

As the second icy claw rips Serra's side, he grits his teeth and tries to repay the favor, driving his gauntleted fist into the demon's jaw. He would use his ranseur, but he is too close.

1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 8 + 2 = 27 to hit;
1d4 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 2 = 10 damage, no DR.

Round 4, Init 13

With a target in sight, Aasimarra fires again and then tries to move between Cole and the demon.

3d4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 3, 2) + 3 = 9 force damage

"Are you attacking him because of his hat? Come now. Attack a knight!" Aasimarra challenges, holding glowing ranseur before him.

Aasimarra's ready last round should do 10 force damage.

Round 5, Init 13

With a target in sight, Aasimarra fires again and moves again.

3d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 3, 4) + 3 = 13 force damage

Round 4, Init 13

"Cole! I think he's talking to me! Let's make him stop!"

"Kindling, quick! Tell us what would make you stop talking and we'll try that! It's a good idea!" Aasimarra says, thinking quickly.

1d20 + 15 ⇒ (2) + 15 = 17 Bluff - Mathilda

1d20 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 17 Spellcraft

Aasimarra moves forward towards the banner which is likely *right* there and readies to blast the demon with arcane magics (or tries to) when it shows up again.

3d4 + 3 ⇒ (2, 3, 2) + 3 = 10 force damage

Round 3, Init 13

Aasimarra draws his wand of magic missile.

"Come in if you can, but beware, there is a shadowy demon about."

Is the item we seek nearby or visible?

Round 2, Init 13, Part2

Aasimarra casts powerful magics at the demon, casting Glitterdust so that it cannot hide from them any longer.

Glitterdust DC 17 Will.

"My squire would destroy you. He is so noble and pure that his very presence would send you back to the Abyss screaming, Demon. I fear you even less than he does," Aasimarra answers bravely.

1d20 + 19 ⇒ (16) + 19 = 35 Know (planes)

Round 2, Init 13, Part1 the Swift

"Leave the squire to his safety, or I'll have you as kindling and your string will be a candle's wick," Aasimarra warns the verbose bow.

Aasimarra, sensing danger in the room, tries to bypass or understand the danger using his touch of the mythic. Swift action move. He wills himself around and through, bringing the light to the darkness.

1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13 Perception

He holds is ranseur at the ready.

He has an attack action as part of his swift if he sees something. His Round 2 actions to come, this was just swift. Because you associate the word 'swift' with Serra, don't you?

Aasimarra explains what he sees (nothing). And describes what is there (nothing). And decides to wait for others to stop playing the slime before moving on.

He lowers is ranseur, waiting what might come out of the hole.

Round 1, Init 8

Aasimarra casts Daylight, banishing some of the darkness. GM Angry Ankheg, what is ambient light?

Aasimarra examines the creature in the darkness, using his angelic vision to pierce the unlight. What knowledge roll? Aasimarra will explain what he knows.

Aasimarra waits.

Aasimarra studies the statue and speaks softly.

"Those weapons are the katana, the shotel, the falcata, the khopesh, and the kusarigama. I know them from my knightly training," Aasimarra says proudly. "That would make her...hmm...the marilith general, Aponavicius. I should hope she is not here. That might be unpleasant."

Aasimarra nods that he is also ready as he moves up, avoiding the traps what were spied.

"Yeah, those traps can't be good. There is more trouble here, to be sure." Aasimarra points out the traps as well, insisting that others see the dangerous areas.

1d20 + 16 ⇒ (6) + 16 = 22 Know (Planes) - serpent woman
1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23 Know (Planes) - serpent woman

Aasimarra casts Shield as he moves into the area. Not sure which 2 squares the bad ones, but moved Aasimarra in.

Aasimarra follows Ely, bravely. He re-magics his appearance to ensure his angelic qualities for whatever might be in the room.

Aasimarra turns his lithe and strangely graceful angelic body sideways, exposing much more of Jurin than the corpulent Serra might have.

"Ayep. I didn't see that door. Good eyes for a blind man."

1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27 Perception

"Are we done here? Just got to clean out the last little pockets of resistance, then we bring the Knights in for a thorough search?" Aasimarra asks, looking at Cole. He seems relieved that the big danger is over.

"Don't worry Serra, not all dreams are misplaced."

At the mention of dreams, Aasimarra is reminded to stand a little bit taller, trying to look more knightly.

Aasimarra glides on his lithe legs, following the giant Elyanias.

He watches both sides of the alcove, paying some notice to the shrine.

"It will be better when we can scrub this place of the evil influence. These murals are silly and blasphemous, at worst. At best, they represent all the ferocity of a poodle barking at its betters from behind a fence," Aasimarra notes. "These murals depict the demon lord Deskari mutilating and savaging a different deity—Iomedae, Sarenrae, Torag, Desna, and Shelyn." He points out each of the gods in turn.

"They are wishful vain dreams. Not unlike how the foolish dream of wealth or power, rather than more proper dreams of honor or love. False and foolish dreams."

Aas is finely placed.

Once the hate situation is settled...

Lol. Pretty much. For those that missed it, the 'e' is strikedthrough. So accurate.

Aasimarra packs up the magics for future study and follows the group to the end of the hall. He examine the banner for meaning...is it human or demonish? Unholy?

1d20 + 16 ⇒ (18) + 16 = 34 Know (planes) - banner and murals

Aasimarra tries to read the inscriptions. He speaks abyssal.

"Nope. Hat stays."

Aasimarra lowers his hopeful gaze, hopes crushed that the hat would remain. The hat was not a good hat. Only a fool would consider the hat to be a good hat, but Cole wears the hat, in addition to the mantel of leadership, so Aasimarra tried to respect and understand the hat. But he did not like the hat.

"Cole, might you...might you try the headband for a while? Just to see..."...how stupid the hat is?"...until you see the headband's effect? We cannot hope to defeat our foes if we let vanity stop us from taking advantage of the gifts offered to us. We need every edge." And to be rid of that damn hat.

Aasimarra moves up too slowly to aid in the final attacks upon their foe, and lowers his ranseur slowly as if wishing he were quickly.

"We have only partly ended this foul threat," Aasimarra utters, "And it would be good for us to completely rid this castle of foes before we begin a proper search for what we seek."

Aasimarra, saying this, gives time to his companions to heal while he identifies the magics near him. He casts Read Magic for the scrolls and Detect Magic for the items.

1d20 + 16 ⇒ (20) + 16 = 36 Spellcraft - cloak
1d20 + 16 ⇒ (4) + 16 = 20 Spellcraft - headband
1d20 + 16 ⇒ (4) + 16 = 20 Spellcraft - ring
1d20 + 16 ⇒ (6) + 16 = 22 Spellcraft - ring

He will explain what the cloak and scrolls do and offer them around.

Y'all have Resist Fire 20.

Round 11, Init 11-

Aasimarra casts Shield on himself, then hastily moves through the smelly fog, hoping his squire has the good sense to stay out of trouble as well.

1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 8 + 2 = 22 Fort Save

Serra wrinkles his angelic nose, "Smells like my boots in the morning." Huffing and puffing, he trudges out of the effect of the fog.

The angelic and lithe Aasimarra realizes that is his boots smell in the morning, then he has been too lax with the training of his young squire as it is clear the youth has not been cleaning his boots properly.

It was, after all, perfectly acceptable (even expected) that his boots would smell after a long day of walking, but they should not smell in the morning after being properly cleaned.

Aasimarra makes a note to speak with the lad as soon as the belching boobie is dealt with.

Aasimarra's face contorts at the continued trilling of Cole's bow, wondering at what point it's thoughts won't be broadcast without moderation.

He grits his teeth and looks for the spellcaster, wondering where she might have fled to.

I'm off until the 18th. My flight to Cuba leaves in 2 hours. Wish me the best as I try to drink Cuba out of mojitos.

Y'all have Resist Fire 20.

Round 9, Init 11-

Aasimarra takes a moment to figure out the spell cast, then pauses as he decides what to do. Or where she might have gone.

1d20 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 17 Spellcraft

"I think she lies invisible. Can anyone see that which is unseen?"

Aasimarra delays.

...........Round 5
action: Aasimarra itches his left buttocks, wondering what to do next.
...........Round 6
action: Aasimarra looks around for Kastor, making sure the boy was safe and out of the way.
...........Round 7
action: Aasimarra adjusts the grip on his ranseur, readying for combat.
...........Round 8
action: Does nothing.

Yo Peeps--

Heads up that I'll be AFK from April 8th to 19th. Going to Cuba on a Culture, Economics, and Technology junket with a board that I used to be on. More info here.

Feel free to play or GMPC my <insert yahoo's name here> for all the fun and laughs you can muster. Online access in Cuba is very rare and usually dial-up speeds so I won't be able to post much, but hope to read along when I can.

I hope to be back to posting on the 20th or so, given that I have a long trip home and will need some recovery time.

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Aasimarra moves away from the strident and shrill noise, going into the next room. He will be ready to return when the noise fades and the wall crumbles.

Haste expires.

Y'all have Resist Fire 20. Haste Round 4/8.

Round 3, Init 11-

Aasimarra takes a moment to study the crystal and the magics in the room. 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (2) + 16 = 18 Spellcraft

He smirks, not happy with the woman's magics. He draws a wand and tries to fire it through the wall that he can't see...it fails.

He grumps. He thinks.

Y'all have Resist Fire 20. Haste Round 3/8.

Round 2, Init 11-

Aasimarra moves up and casts Shield.

Y'all have Resist Fire 20 and Haste (round 2/8).

Round 1, Init After Chorizo-sina

Aasimarra looks into the room, watching the actions and hearing the words of Chorussina.

1d20 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 17 Spellcraft

Since he doesn't understand the spell, he choose to believe he is in no danger from it. He strikes out at the closest schir twice, then steps back to make room for others.

1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 9 + 1 = 15 to hit: (haste)
2d4 + 7 ⇒ (1, 4) + 7 = 12 damage.

Haste:
1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 9 + 1 = 11 to hit: (haste)
2d4 + 7 ⇒ (2, 2) + 7 = 11 damage.

Round 1, Init 15

Aasimarra delays, waiting for an opening.

Y'all have Resist Fire 20.

Round Surprise, Init 15

Aasimarra takes the briefest of looks at what's going on in the room and momentarily considers closing the door, but doesn't.

1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19 Spellcraft

He casts Haste on all the yahoos, including Kastor, but doesn't offer it to mouthy overgrown toothpicks that shoot arrows.

Aasimarra shakes his head while looking at the forge, unable to deal with it now.

"We'll have to consult with our advisors to fix this forge, Cole, if that's what we aim to do," Aasimarra informs, explaining the spoiler above.

* * *

After failing with the forge, Aasimarra waddles gracefully follows the others in exploration of the area.

Perception G7: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28
Perception G8: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20
Perception G9: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22

I think we start by going down, to reach G8 and G9. Then we'll try going across to the doors.

+1, but also interested in the forge

You lead, Aas will follow.

Aasimarra moves his graceful girth angelic form down and around the forge area. He is not worried about the heat, but is mindful of the limited time on his resisting of fire.

"Come now, Kastor. Stay near me, mind you. And watch out for danger," Aasimarra commands his young, brave squire.

Aasimarra takes his time to inspect the magics on the forge of corruption, trying to figure out how to undo the terrible power therein.

1d20 + 16 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 16 + 10 = 32 Know (Arcana w/Identify)

Round 2, Init 12

Y'all have Resist Fire 20.

Aasimarra grumbles as the loud, brash, and probably evil woman tries to push him out of the way. He does make away.

"EXCUSE ME!" Aasimarra grumps as he takes his girth elsewhere. He uses his wand from the back, letting others do the melee fighting this time.

2d4 + 2 ⇒ (3, 3) + 2 = 8 force damage @ Com Mander

"Serra what manner of beast is this? Are they magical beasts or something else?"

Aasimarra looks at Cole, shakes his head.

"Salamanders, I guess. Joran says they are hot. They look hot to me. And somewhat lizardy, I guess. Uhm...don't touch them, maybe?"

Round 1, Init 12

Y'all have Resist Fire 20.

1d20 + 16 ⇒ (2) + 16 = 18 Know (Planes)

"Yep, salamanders."

Aasimarra nods at Joran, appreciating the redemptive nature of his information. Without it, he party might have burned, and burned badly. With it, their shiny valor would carry the day...Aasimarra was sure of it.

Not wanting to affect Cole's aim, Aasimarra draws his wand of magic missile and fires at S1.

2d4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 2) + 2 = 8 force damage

Aasimarra waits to see if any magical protections are forthcoming before moving forward.

"If you want me to go first, I'll burn...I'll burn for you, Cole. Just tell me what you need," Aasimarra says, but then stops to think, almost ready to reach in to his 'sack.

"But if we need fire protection, I can make that happen. A good knight keeps many shields in his armory...and, this, I can do."

If no one else has Prot Fire, Aasimarra will Fast Study, Resist Fire Communal, and cast is upon the party. 10 minutes to Aasimarra, Cole, Ely, Jurin, Joran, & Kastor. Screw anybody that calls Serra 'Rusty'. They can burn. ;)

Sorry, was slow playing in hopes that Jurin and/or Ely would contribute, push. As Serra has timed spells, he's mindful of time, but not rushing. They should last an hour so spending a minute or two shouldn't be a huge issue.

"Where did you say that secret door was, Joran?" Serra asks, meandering south. "Come point it out if you can."

Serra looks back to see if Cole, Ely, & Jurin follow before hunting for the door to the Forge.

1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28 Perception - find door/check for traps

"Maybe this way then."