Karm's Rage of Kanaloa participation

Finally, a challenge!
Karm was ecstatic at the prospect of rampaging elementals on a distant island,
and nobody to tell him what not to do. Hop-skipping through the streets of
babel in excitement, Karm was looking for some of his adventurer contacts. A
teleport was in order, and Karm had only just reached abilities capable of
getting him that far. Better take no risk – risks were for later. The best
place to find a magician capable enough would be at the academy, and the first
willing spellcaster on his way to Lalotai would end up with a hitchhiker
grippli holding on for dear life.

All his belongings in
a pack on his back, Karm appeared on the burning beaches of Lalotai. His goal
from the outset was very simple. Beat the elementals into submission with his
ki powers, then move on to the volcano Kanaloa and take out whatever was hiding there. Karm really didn't pay attention as to where exactly the elementals were supposed to be rampaging. Going against the flow of panicked locals and towards the massive
billowing smoke of roaring fires, Karm sprinted towards his quarry, using his supernatural speed to make quick work of the distance still keeping him from the rampaging elementals. A
frustrated quarter hour later, the exhausted grippli managed to arrive at the
site of one of the creatures’ rampages. There was an issue however – it seemed
like there was already a dozen other would be heroes engaged in combat with it!
And the villagers seemed safe, too. A short sylvan curse on his lips, Karm
detonated two positive energy balls in the two groups before moving on. There
had to be other sites. Another smoke pillar was soon spotted, and he hurried
on, losing most of his healing salves on the way with some more badly injured
locals. Karm was growing frustrated and was about to fo back to the initial
site, when he finally noticed a giant fiery form in the distance. Surprised for
a second, he almost missed the massive fiery glob flying towards him – but not
too late to intercept and destroy it mid-air. As the molten stone and metal
rained down around him, he though to himself: “Heh. That’s actually
interesting. How many of these are there?” Reinvigorated, Karm hurried on. And
of course the elemental field was already surrounded. Karm was tired, and he
needed some relief, so he approached as quickly as he could, on foot, to start
slashing into the creature’s essence.

The group, however,
didn’t look good. The defending team was in some trouble, with multiple molten
projectiles burning among them and several locals wounded or dying – and the
attackers were just holding the line. A curse to the gods on his lips, Karm
started doing what he could – unleashing massive projectiles of positive
energies into his allies and charges, and every available moment attempting to
shoot down the massive molten projectiles expelled from the avatars of flame. “At
least I get some target practice” he thought. “There better be some more of
these big lumps, and no civilians. This is too much distraction for an
enjoyable duel.” Karm even started to learn to make his own fun when healing,
making a game of hitting as many of his allies each use, while skirting past
the elemental’s searing corporeal form. With these thoughts, he began settling
into a rhythm – the flame elemental doing its best to wound its attackers and
its prey time and time again, and the heterogeneous flow of adventurers
flailing to react to it.