Aron, Atticus, Sefariel
Passing through the broken shards of the wall of ice exposes Aron, Sefariel, and their pilot Tanner to the full extent of the bone-chilling cold. They emerge on the harbor square to see a scene of chaos. Aron has beaten them to the harbor, and stands atop the broken body of a bone devil, slowly collapsing from a terrible wound that has nearly rent it in twain. The man points a wand at himself, seeking some momentary recovery before further trouble. Coming from the courthouse is an entourage of peaceguard and armed mercenaries with the Fairwind coat of arms.

There is little time to react to the situation as a flash of hellfire erupts from the ground and the bone devil - still glistening from Sefariel's glitterdust - materializes in front of Atticus and Sefariel. It screeches in barely intelligible infernal; though fluent in the language, Atticus and Sefariel can barely make out what it's saying... although their best guess is that it's a disparaging remark about their parentage.

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Amidst the din and chaos of the the situation, you see something that threatens to further complicate matters. An entourage of four carriages, one of which is particularly ostentatious and emblazoned with the Fairwind crest.


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Cold damage to Atticus, Sefariel, and Tanner: (1d6+12)[14]


Roderick
A frantic sprint was all Roderick had left at this point. It was only good fortune that the peaceguard of Ankoro seemed to be distracted by some other nonsense, as otherwise a human wielding a bloody machete running through the streets would probably have merited their intervention. Coming to Ankoro sure seemed to be a very expensive mistake at this point. He'd spent the last few months with no fixed address, fighting off would-be assassins and assailants. His old adventuring party had broken up, leaving him with plenty of enemies out to kill him. He'd been ambushed and attacked by various outsiders several times. At first he thought it was the church of Razmir come for vengeance, but he was beginning to have his doubts. The usual calling cards of the Razmirans were missing, and some of the outsiders that tried to kill him didn't seem the kind that would work with that cult.

Signing on with the Sky Sabres seemed like a pretty alright move at the time. They were on brief layover in Golarion and were about to ship out back to the planes. They had a contract lined up with a fabulously wealthy genie named Ryel Fairwind doing work in the astral plane. The plan seemed ideal; skip out on Golarion entirely and elude his enemies while earning a big paycheck. It was too much to hope for, it seemed. The company had only just arrived in Ankoro last night, and had been put up in a posh inn by their new employer. Roderick had barely had time for breakfast before two junior members of the mercenary company tried to kill him. Their rather sorry attempt for banter before dying revealed that they'd been ordered to kill him by Ryel Fairwind. Roderick wasn't going to stick around to give Fairwind's flunkies a second shot at it.

Why Fairwind - a man he hadn't even met yet - wanted him dead was a mystery, but the reality was that this situation was rapidly going to hell. The fact that literal devils were now teleporting around him to finish the job made the severity of the situation all the more pressing. Right now it was obvious Roderick needed out of Ankoro. It was a longshot, but maybe there was a merchant ship about to depart in the harbor. So that was where he ran, dodging assailants and ducking through crowds.

He rounded the corner only to see a scene of chaos at the docks. A towering devil screeched in infernal at three travelers - an aasimar, a tiefling, and a human - while another human stood atop the recently dispatched corpse of a second devil. It would seem he's not the only person these devils are out to kill, and there was a saying about the enemies of my enemies...