
penultimately, when Harvestor finally fell down, the
real boss showed up,
GRAVE-WYRM, to claim the souls of the trio, sold to him by previous arrangment. Normally, who would stop a daemon lord from turning in a claim chit on something of little value that a scum-bag had pawned? Well he attempted to siphon energy off some unconscious heroes that were laying nearby, so while everyone soliloquized (evil GM: I didnt let players have recoveries unless they made a speech), plus we took a smoke break, as the day had been long since Vermont. a new, final, fight started.
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"Not while the love of American Liberty runs through my veins, and free air fills my lungs - not while I and my Brethren have the strength to stop you - not while all of Heaven looks down with scorn on your misdeeds!"
it was a good soliloquip.
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