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Pickles watches as with a burst of negative energy yet another shadow wisp appears in the room. The ritual almost seems to have a life of its own at this point, trying to fight back the attempts to regain control over it.
Without thinking twice Pickles jumps in front of one of Tavvar’s assistants to protect them from the negative energy lashing out at them.
Visibly shaking from the surge of negative energy flowing through his body, Pickles brings up his blade slightly trembling. With a few quick steps he tries his best to help the doctor to get rid of this thing. We’ll need him to fix this rift…. Again his blade tries to find the central core of the shadow creature twice. The shaking is too strong, Pickles is not able to strike true.
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Pickles takes the damage meant for Blue. Red and Green however are barely hanging on to life after that last burst. Kazkoya fixes another flaw and destroys the wisp with a well aimed strike, fixing another flaw.
There are only two flaws left, with one of them under control and no wisps. Everyone who hasn't acted since the ritual last exploded may do so.
((Botting Richter))
Richter attempts to correct a flaw using all three actions
Hero Pointing
((Oh to heck with it. I'm the GM - kicks the DR into LEO (low earth orbit)))
Between you and the ritualists you all manage to get the ritual under control. Only one thing remains, do you wish to attempt to recruit Tavvar for the Society?
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When the group dispatches the last of the wisps and they help get the ritual under control, Dr. Lazarus sighs, "Well, that was easy."
The instant things are under control, the Doctor rushes around to administer Battle Medicine to Vralzyk, Pickles, and Kazkoya, as well as Tavvar and her assistants.
Dr. Lazarus turns to Tavvar, "Ahh, my dear lady, if everything is stable, now might be a good time to ask you to consider how the Pathfinder Society can help you continue such dangerous research. As you can see, we're quite capable."
Glancing over to Pickles and then back to Tavvar, the Doctor continues, "Even though our goblin may have whiffed when engaging the wisps, we must appreciate the wonderful distraction he unknowingly provided." He pauses and adds, "He's also a tremendous cook. Pro Tip: Maybe prepare duplicates of important documents you show him." The stodgy doctor cracks a smile to Pickles and claps him on the back.
Lazarus attempts to appeal to Tavvar from both a scientific perspective as well as a collaborative one .
Finally, he takes a breath and looks around, "Now what about a tour of this fine museum?"
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AS everything suddenly settles, Jal regathers his weapons and makes his way over to Kazkoya. "Nice work! You pulled more than your share of the weight there. Thanks for showing a new guy the ropes."
Then he just kind of hangs back, letting the Doc, Pickles and their gnome friend do the important work of convincing a scholar to join up.
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Given your convincing and decisive words, Tavvar is convinced to join the Society. In gratitude for saving her life and the lives of her assistants, she gives you a Lesser Mistform Elixer that she was using as a focus.
And with all four missions complete you report back to the Lodge. You inform Fola of what had occurred and she is pleased with your success.
Just after that meeting, Janira Gavix races down the hall, her blond hair flying in her excitement. I just heard you made it back—congratulations! It sounds like everything went, well, about as well as anyone could expect. Come with me, I have something for each of you.
The halfling woman leads the way into a small office and distributes finely crafted wooden boxes. Within each, a gleaming compass lid emblazoned with the Glyph of the Open Road and an engraved name lies upon a cushion of silk. I’m not sure if you’ve picked up your own wayfinders yet, but when you do, you should have ones that prove that you belong. Now it’s official, she beams. Welcome to the Pathfinder Society!
((And that concludes The Absalom Initiation. Could I please have your Downtime checks))
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When Janira rushes in with congratulations, Dr. Lazarus replies, "Yes, yes, on behalf of all of us, you're quite welcome." He pauses before adding, "You were thanking us, weren't you? No matter." He continues droning on, "You see, back at the University, we teach all our students to follow instincts as well as leads, and ...." His voice trails off when he realizes everyone stopped listening.
Turning to the group, he says, "You've been a fine team of colleagues. I daresay the best, and most entertaining, group I've worked with since joining the Society. With luck, our paths will cross again."
Dr. Lazarus returns to the University of Osirion and spends his downtime with the engineers upgrading features of the forensics lab and university library.
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Pickles looks at the Doctor with a wide grin. Over the last couple of days adventuring with this particular longshanks he has grown accustomed to the occasional jest.
”Time for that dinner I promised all of you! Let’s meet in the garden an hour after sunset, that should give me enough time to prepare, and Tavvar enough time to make up her mind.” He looks at the still visibly exhausted woman. ”Dinner is only for members, so if you’ve needed another reason to join our illustrious group of adventurers there’s that.” Pickles says with a toothy grin.
”You’ll excuse me if I won’t travel back with you to the Grand Lodge, I’ll need to buy some ingredients.” Time to jest back. ”I’m certain the Doc will do all the talking anyways, so you won’t miss me much.” With that he’s on his way to buy some fresh ingredients and spices.
Pickles is running a bit late and joins his new found friends in the gardens of the Grand Lodge, dragging a massive wok-like, cast iron pan behind him, its contents hidden by an equally massive lid.
”Voilà, Fangwood-Jambalaya à la Pickles!” he says with a wide grin as he lifts the lid and reveals a yellow-orange colored rice dish with all sorts of meats and vegetables packed into it. Interesting enough the pan is garnished with the head of a large alligator .
”That beastie raided my pantry and ended up in my pan regardless. Ironic, huh?” He can basically feel the Doc’s eyebrow raise looking at the creature. ”Don’t worry I had it conserved with a Gentle Repose spell waiting for a good event to prepare it. Enjoy!”