Legacy of Fire Gameplay

Zastoran tries to protest that he's fine but Almah shushes him quickly, then signs back, a little sloppily, "Thank you. Is everyone safe? Your whole group? Garavel?"

"Yes, everyone in our group is safe, and Garavel too," Nari signs. The mage does recall that Garavel might be in some trouble with the pactmasters, but decides that's something that can be left for later.

The others file in, Mahvash landing neatly on the ground. ”Oh good, you’re all in one piece,” she comments with a small smile. ”Jhavul’s been taken care of. Do you know if they kept your items somewhere? Or were they likely burned?”

"The next room over is the treasury," Almah directs. "If they kept anything, it would be there."

Mahvash nods and goes to check. Jhavhul’s treasury sits upon the north bank of the lava pool. Filling a number of chests, coffers, and urns, or just scattered across the floor, it consists of tens of thousands of gold pieces, a variety of gems and jewels worth a total of around 25,000 gold to Mahvash's eye, and an impressive collection of art objects worth around as much gold. In addition, there is a large horde of magic items that will take more time to sift through.

The merchant blinks a few times as she takes it in, before heading back to the others. "All right, I'll need Krunk, Giexmund, and really anyone that doesn't mind sparing a moment to assist in looking through the items and packing as much as we can," she announces. "I imagine we don't want to leave without Father Zastoran's spellbook, at the very least, but it will likely take some searching to find it."

"I have a backup at the shrine," Zastoran shakes his head to Mahvash. "I'd like mine back eventually, but it shouldn't be the most immediate concern."

Nodding, Mahvash asks ”Is there anything either of you would like found before we leave, then? The treasury will require a return trip to completely clear out anyway.”

They both shake their heads. "At this point, I'd be grateful to not be in a volcano any longer," Almah gives a weak chuckle.

With that, everyone agrees that getting out of here is the right idea. Outside the House of the Beast, the battle between dragons has ended and not a single draconic corpse lies on the ground. There are quite a few fresh janni corpses, however - it seems the members of Jhavul's army who couldn't shift planes to escape were slaughtered en-masse on their way out by Nefeshti's army and Kelmarane's defenders. At the front are Kardswann, Haleen, and Haidar, all of whom breathe a visible sigh of relief when everyone emerges relatively unharmed.

Mahvash waves and walks forward quickly to meet them. ”Good to see you,” she says nearly automatically in greeting. ”Jhavul is dead. And it seems he made himself into the lynchpin of his army?” The question is accompanied by a raised eyebrow as she surveys the fallen around them.

"Seems so," Kardswann agrees with a laugh. "Doesn't surprise me at all - the only thing he cared about was bringing back the Firebleeder, and if he dies then that goal failed. These ones tried to run, but that wasn't happening, and keeping a jann prisoner is a pain in the ass so we just cut them down."

”Understandable,” Mahvash answers. ”I think right now the priority for either Nari or I should be taking Lady Almah and Father Zastoran to a recovery area. Do you need our group for anything?”

Kardswann shakes his head. "Not at all, go get some well earned rest. We'll run clean up here and get everything in the treasury delivered to you. One thing - we noticed that the portal into the depths needed a magical key of some kind, do you have that?"

Mahvash nods, digging it out of her bag and handing it over. ”This one was with Davashuum.”

"Excellent. We won't need anything else from you, then. You've done more than your fair share. Nefeshti may want to talk when you get back, but that can wait. Haidar, Haleen, you two can go too. And Gara-" Kardswann cuts himself off and looks around in confusion. "Where's Garavel?" The grizzled soldier certainly doesn't seem to be present in the immediate vicinity.

”Hm.” Mahvash looks puzzled, but doesn’t have a clue. ”Thank you, Kardswann.” She goes back to check with Nari about getting back.

”Maybe the Pactmasters again...?” Giexmund offers uncertainly, eyes focused on the horizon, particularly towards the volcano. In his version of stories, there was going to be a massive fire monster coming out of that bad boy. There was still time. He quietly charges Fido with fire monster killing spirit.

"I can try to send a message to him once Lady Almah and Father Zastoran are in a safe resting place," Mahvash comments, frowning slightly. "It may not give us new information, but I don't see the harm in trying."

Krunk frowns. "He better not have done something stupid while we were busy."

With little else to discuss, they move to an area of shade, and Mahvash allows them to shadow walk back Kelmarane. The process is a little slower than the teleportations they had used previously, but they still return in fairly quick time. Father Zastoran heads off to rest. Lady Almah tells the group she'd like them back here in a week's time to meet with each of them and to throw a celebration in their honor before doing the same.

The moment both are safely off, Mahvash walks off, checking in with Nefeshti and anyone else who seems pertinent. All have the same message for her: rest, you've earned it. That being the case, Mahvash goes to find an isolated area and pulls out her wand. She turns it over in her hand, mulling, but she did say she would handle one item first. Focusing, she activates the wand and sends a message to Garavel.

"Jhavul is dead. Lady Almah safe in Kelmarane. Where are you? Kardswann thought you were with him, but you vanished. Please advise if trouble."

The reply comes after a few minutes. "Went back to Pactmasters willingly. Please do not pursue. Do not want to cause problems for Lady Almah. Congratulations. Thank you. Sorry."

Mahvash simply nods to that, not seeing a need to send another message to reassure him no apologies were necessary. She mulls over who to reach out to next, and decides Felliped would be unlikely to disregard Garavel's wishes, and a good person to let the rest of the team know. She activates the wand again.

"Garavel willingly went to Pactmasters, requested we not pursue. I will go home to shadow plane for a week. Look forward to seeing you later."

Felliped's response is almost immediate. "Damn it. Okay, enjoy your vacation, see you soon."

Nodding once more, Mahvash turns over her wand and sends a last message to Drasdil.

"Jhavul is dead. Ready to go home and report to guild if needed, after seeing Koray."