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The Pact Stone Pyramid

Behind Enemy Lines:

“Your summoner is gone now creature of the pride. You are free to go.”

His words are almost a whisper, but they include a gesture followed by a touch of the sage’s ring. A soft blue light dances from his hand and alights upon the cyclone.

OOC: cast dismissal

The eye of the storm inside the cyclone turns as though to regard the Sage curiously for a moment before it is forced to obey. It then dissipates, returning to its natural home of endless sky, mildly perturbed that its fight remains unresolved.

The following instant the whirlwind collapses and Vavonne Shear is dumped on the ground for the second time. The monk and the Exemplar’s bodyguard are left on the ground choking as they spit up volumes of course sand from their lungs.

As soon as she is able, Vavonne shoots the sage a particularly angry flash from her eyes. No doubt she wonders why it is that if he had such power available he waited until now to wield it.

Some day he and she would have a chat about this incident, she thinks – perhaps even in her special room.

The Sand Sage does his best to give no sign that he has noticed. He makes another motion with his hands and his trademark swarm of eyes return to him. He appears to give the eyes telepathic instructions and they fly out the tent in a dozen different directions.

“I trust you can handle it from here Soan. I will alert you once I have re-located them. In the meantime, I will attend to the Exemplar.”

“The dig must proceed.”

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The Sand Sage has a slightly bemused look on his face as he watches Nigh-Halar batter away at the armored dwarf in slow motion.

Sense Motive DC 12:

It is as though the sage secretly enjoys seeing the monk taken down a peg.

He shrugs his shoulders and effortlessly rifles off what should be a rather complex string of arcana. As soon as he is done, Belleson's gravitational manipulation suddenly unravels, restoring things back to normal.

From there the Sand Sage then disappears behind the Khymrasa's throne, possibly the same place that the Exemplar vanished to earlier.

OOC: Casts haste negating the slow on Nigh-Halar and the two bodyguards, possibly hasting himself in the process. Move action to at least M5 after which none of the Dune Squad has line of sight.
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A small cyclone of eyeballs coalesce near the Sand Sage, from where they came you cannot say. Then an instant later the floating eyeballs disperse, each racing for a distant corner of what is left of the tent. They move so quickly it is impossible to keep track of them all.

In the meantime, with a reserved sigh and a knowing glance at the Exemplar, the Sand Sage begins casting a spell. One precisely articulated gesture later and his hand glows with scintillating energy. It is though, rather anticlimactic: the sage simply places his glowing hand upon his own shoulder and discharges his spell upon himself.

He says nothing.
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Moonpate wrote:
"Many thanks for your companionship and insight these past few leagues, friend Ovaron. It has been a mercy on my ears to converse with a man of few words such as yourself after the long desert miles with those louts behind us. Talented, in their limited ways they may be, but not at pleasant conversation or blessed silence. I will make sure to mention to the Examplar your astute and careful guardianship of her caravan. Blessed journeys and may the elements favor you."

The grizzled caravan leader accepts the Potentate’s blessing with a slight bow and then rides away to the south as he ushers his caravan into the home stretch.

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OOC: I'll roll for Moonpate. Apologies in advance, but I'm not sure he knows he's needed.

Moonpate the Potentate's Diplomacy check with +4 from two aid another's (Thalia and Gandel): 1d20 + 8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 8 + 4 = 18

Osiriani:

Moonpate speaks further to which Ovaron replies:

"Very well city druid, you come along if you'd like. But do us all a favor and leave the "ill mannered and poor of aspect" as you call them behind - we'd all feel a lot more comfortable, if you don't mind."

Ovaron waves as though permitting you to follow. He and his two men then break into a trot and head back for their caravan.
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OOC: Well it's a good thing Gandel is also an auto success on the aid another. That's +4 for Moonpate's Diplomacy check, if he intends to attempt it.

Osiriani:

"Mighty kind," responds Ovaron to the halfling, "but we're on a schedule."

He looks back to his caravan and sees it has re-established some distance. "Well we'd best be going. Enjoy your lunch."

Ovaron nods at Gandel and then re-mounts his camel. It looks like he aims to leave.
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Donkor Sooron wrote:

Osiriani:

He [Donkor] looks over Jyx and Scorch with as little trust as he had Ovaron, and adds as an afterthought to Moonpate's speech, "We are not trouble-makers. But we're well able to meet trouble in kind if it should come to us." He keeps his spell readied, and his hand near his weapon, and inclines his head slightly toward the horrifying Hurgah.

Ovaron looks to the half-orc, as Donkor intends. He sees the muscled figure with his glowing tattoos and he sees the gigantic axe which cannot be anything but a weapon of battle. Suddenly Jyx and Scorch seem to look a little pale. Perhaps they might just be a little more fair-skinned than the average Osirion.

Ovaron, however, puts on a tougher face and looks back to Soroon, speaking in a measured tone:

Osiriani:

“You’re quite free to go around and proceed to the dig on your own. You seem to be travelling much faster than us anyway.”

OOC: I am now assuming Moonpate has ridden forward and taken a position in front with Donkor.

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OOC: Dare I risk it, but how about a Diplomacy check from Moonpate, with an aid another attempt (DC 10) from Donkor.

The exchange in Osiriani continues as Moonpate the Potentate joins:

Spoiler:

Moonpate wrote:
"Be at peace brave one. I am Moonpate the Potentate, with my plucky assistant Gandel on his trusted steed, and noble Hurgah, the fiercest bodyguard to walk the dunes. As for these other folk, ill mannered and poor of aspect they may be, but trouble makers they are not. We have shared the sand for several days and I can attest to their cautious yet well-meaning ways. For is it not said among the wise that he who dines alone will choke alone. Therefore, let us wash the dust from our lips with clear water as fellow travelers and continue on towards the noble Examplar's camp, for that is exactly where we are headed as well.

"Hmph," scoffs the lead rider, "We're practically there anyways." He pauses and then cautiously adds, "I am Ovaron. This here is Jyx and Scorch."

Moonpate wrote:
The Four Winds have whispered of strife and disorder amongst the elemental clans east of Sothis. I have listened, and it is for the Examplar's ears the rest of my message of service shall be.

"I don't know nothing about that - the geos have been still for almost as many days as I can recall. Maybe too still I suppose." Ovaron looks at Moonpate's clothing and wrinkles his nose in confusion. "You some kinda city druid?"

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Donkor Sooron wrote:
[Donkor's] hands move ostentatiously to his weapon as he responds, "Greetings...friend", he says with an edge. "May She who knows your fate make it a fitting one. We spotted your group from afar, and thought that traveling with others might bring some measure of comfort and peace of mind in this dangerous land."

The rider responds to Donkor in Osirion:

Osirion speakers:

The rider catches Donkor's hand movement. "This caravan falls under the protection of the Exemplar Khymrasa," he says. "We have nothing to fear in the desert, especially this close to her honor guard." He motions to the east behind him. You suspect that was meant more as a threat (or perhaps bluff) than as a means to provide you with reassurance of safety.

He takes a half step back as all nine of you gradually come into view. "What brings you this way?"

OOC: I've got Donkor holding a readied action with his spell. We'll also say he's moved within range to cast it. The speaker hasn't gone for his blade. He does seem to be sizing up the party though. As the likes of Karek and Hurgah come into view, the three caravan riders appear significantly outgunned.