Salvation Outpost

With the hydra down, Vice is able to get a slash in with his second chakram.
37’s bolt hits a particularly leathery spot on its hide and bounces off.

I did say all and meant all hits. It’s not often you get a 1 in 400 chance of failure.

The tiefling waits patiently for his moment, the ghoulish creature now exposed. He finds his mark and swings his great sword. The slash is so quick and precise, you feel no resistance. Those around you may even have thought you missed. Instead, you watch as the base of the neck of the newly formed hydra slide from its body. The massive weight of it falls to the ground with a sickly, wet thud.

As the appendage falls from your sight, you see you also gouged deep into the creature’s torso, the wound black and oozing.

The remaining head lets out a cry of pain and frustration. It’s breathing quickened, the remaining soulless face panicked.

Kleber takes careful aim, spying a rib along the hydra’s side and releases his shot. The arrow soars true and straight through the beast’s torso. The creature’s wailing begins to gurgle as black plasma spurts from the remaining clown’s mouth.

Gzizmix’s scorching hand grasps the throat of the now flailing and gasping hydra. His spirit weapon impales its chest and the gruesome monster goes silent.

Core buries his sword deep into the side of the beast. As the hydra slumps over, Core’s sword disembowels it.

Several flickering orbs emerge from the gaping hole and disappear into the night sky. Around all of you, the blue tendrils of the circus fade away. Some of the audience flee into the night sky, others fade away while in their vanishing seats. You watch as the Wheel of Death performers float to the ground, gather together and embrace. The lead performer waves to Malbor as their spectral forms also fade away.

Lastly, the golden form of the cat folk ringmaster emerges from the corpse of the hydra. She surveys the scene of the fading and dispersing spirits, the last of the circus frame and the dismantled hydra. She gives an impressed nod.

"That must have been some performance gentlemen. For those i haven’t met, my name is Moxie Padfall,", she removes her ghostly top hat and gives a deep, embellished bow to your group. "That thing showed up as a grey mist swept through our performance. I know we died that day, I wish I knew why. Somehow it kept us here all this time. I apologize for tricking you into this, but it’s been years of watching my friends get tortured and devoured by that grotesque monstrosity."

She winks at 37 and gestures to the wand in his hand, "You can keep that, Soldier. I’m glad you enjoyed the show."

She returns her hat to her head and smiles at Vice, "You have quite the flair, Little One. Your enthusiasm let them finish their performance. I hope you know that. Even those bindings couldn’t hold those that complete their unfinished business."

Her form begins to fade and she looks up at the moon of Nymm. "Fair well good sirs! Like so many before you, you are forever changed by the incredible magic the Circus Phiarlan! ", she says triumphantly and strikes one last pose as she disappears into the night.

Everything around you is dark and quiet once again. The only evidence the circus existed, is the seeping corpse of the clown faced hydra and the wounds it left on you.