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Pathfinder Society RPG scenario #7-05: School of Spirits
Written by: Alex Greenshields


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I'm still planning on starting this on Oct. 13th, but in the meantime, feel free to RP a bit while you wait.

The rain has been steady all morning, and there is a distinct chill in the air, quite unseasonal for this early in the fall. The clientele at the Crimson Coin is a soggy bunch, most clustered around the tavern's huge fire, or else hanging out by the fighting pit waiting for the next bout to start. The humidity and the drying clothes makes the place smell like a wet dog, and not one of those pampered Petal District ones either.

The tavern's owner, Torman Iates, a man of such considerable girth that he's acquired the nickname "the Gelatinous Cube" is already ensconced on his triple-reinforced balcony where he can see all the goings-on of his establishment. Courier children from the Irorium come in regularly to deliver messages to the bookies and bet-makers about the events happening there, but it is a slow day even at the world's greatest fighting ring.

The ringmaster, a short, blonde halfling with a megaphone nearly as big as himself, announces the next fight: "The next match will be Wilmara the Unelected vs. Thomasus the Kellid. Place your bets, folks, place your bets."

You all have at least another hour before Second Bells, the time when you've been told to meet Venture-captain Drandle Dreng at the gates of the Grand Lodge. Since that's only a five minute walk from the Crimson Coin, you've got some time to kill.

Dark Archive

Female Human Conjurer 9 | HP 74/74 | Init+2 | F:+11 R: +9 W: +12

A frail, spectacled woman, in her early 20s by the looks of it, tries desperately not to call any attention to herself.

I think I felt more at ease in the chilly wind and rain outside...

"Can I have a cup of tea please?" she asks at the first available person of staff she sees.

Dark Archive

Female Human Conjurer 9 | HP 74/74 | Init+2 | F:+11 R: +9 W: +12

Feeling alone and ignored, she walks over to the bar and asks again.

"Tea please!"

I hope the others will show up soon.


The bartended seems to be quite busy cleaning his stonewear and doesn't see Lilybeth at first. When she finally calls out to him, he looks up and takes notice.

Still holding his stone flagon and "cleaning" cloth, the short mixed Chelaxian-Taldan man wanders over to the diminutive woman. "What'll you have, dearie? Have you placed your bets? The next bout is about to begin and Wilmara hasn't seen a defeat in over a fortnight."

Dark Archive

Female Human Conjurer 9 | HP 74/74 | Init+2 | F:+11 R: +9 W: +12

"TEA!"

Lilybeth startled by the volume of her voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry. A cup of tea please. No betting for me tonight, I haven't seen any of the contenders in action, so a bet would be just a wild guess."

She looks around some more and asks.

"Have you seen some pathfinders? I'm supposed to meet up with them here."


"Tea? Beg pardon, madam, but we aren't a tea house. It's strictly beers, ales, wines, and harder stuff around here. You'll have more luck in the Ivy District if you're looking for Tea. I think we have some tea-infused grain spirits from Jalmeray if you're interested."

At the mention of Pathfinders, the bartender nods. "Sure, we have pathfinders here, their Grand Lodge is just down the street. There are two there at the end of the bar," he says, pointing at two suspicious-looking half-elves dressed in the fashions of Osirion, "and over there are some oldsters sitting at a table." His finger points to a trio of men and women deep in conversation. They look to be in the mid-fifties.

Dark Archive

Female Human Conjurer 9 | HP 74/74 | Init+2 | F:+11 R: +9 W: +12

"Actually looking for some specific ones. I have a meeting with Venture Captain Drandle Dreng in an hour, so I'm supposed to meet up with some of my fellow venture party members here."

Stay strong Lilybeth, no need to worry, I'm sure they'll be here soon

"Some chai infused liquor sounds rather nice. I'll have some please."

Dark Archive

Female Half-Elf Summoner 4 ( 31hp/ 1 nonlethal | AC 17, t 13, ff 14 | F +3, R +4, W +3 | Init +3 | Perception +5, low light vision )

a tough looking woman, pointed ears denoting elven ancestry. hair a cobalt hue with black undertones. Goggles lifted up onto her forehead to reveal her lavender eyes. A gun at her hip, an antique sheathe holding a fine elven longsword at her other hip. a green cloak around her shoulders and some armor on underneath. Resting at her feet is a two headed white wolf with what seems to be some kind of green and gold vest.

"Hello. I'm Amelia. You look like you're on the Open Road. Mind if we join you?"

"Bartender, any honeymead?"

Dark Archive

Female Human Conjurer 9 | HP 74/74 | Init+2 | F:+11 R: +9 W: +12

"Hi Amelia, I'm a pathfinder indeed! Please join! Did you also receive a summons from Mr. Dreng?"

Lilybeth is visibly relieved she's no longer 'alone' in the very busy establishment.


The bartender scratches his head. "Honeymead? Don't have much call for that around here. Most of the elves stick to their own bars. I might have a bottle in the back, but it may have turned; it's been a while since I've opened one up."

He waits for the half-elven woman to tell him if she wants him to get it.

Dark Archive

Female Human Conjurer 9 | HP 74/74 | Init+2 | F:+11 R: +9 W: +12

"Oh, almost forgot to introduce myself! Lilybeth Zey, pleased to meet you!"

Dark Archive

Female Half-Elf Summoner 4 ( 31hp/ 1 nonlethal | AC 17, t 13, ff 14 | F +3, R +4, W +3 | Init +3 | Perception +5, low light vision )

"it tends to keep for a while. Bring it out. I'll try it or you'll toss it away right? "

"A pleasure ... Zey? Any relation.... ? ... uh. Yes. I received a missive from Mr. Dreng. Any clue what we're doing here and not in some dingy library? "

Leia takes a sip of the honeymead when the bartender comes back. Winces a bit, but shrugs.

Dark Archive

Female Human Conjurer 9 | HP 74/74 | Init+2 | F:+11 R: +9 W: +12

"Yeah, Uncle Aram actually introduced me to the society! He's even been so kind to volunteer to be my mentor, but I haven't spoken to him for a while. Probably important Society business." Lilybeth says with visible pride.

Dark Archive

Female Half-Elf Summoner 4 ( 31hp/ 1 nonlethal | AC 17, t 13, ff 14 | F +3, R +4, W +3 | Init +3 | Perception +5, low light vision )

"Incredible. I haven't met him often, but I dabble in magic, so I've heard stories. Well Lilybeth, I look forward to working with you."

Leia leans down and feeds some of the honeymead to one of the white wolf's two heads while the other continues to sleep, snoring a little bit, a twinkling green rune glowing between its brow, one that mirrors Leia's, beneath her bandanna and goggles, you imagine.


"Nice eidolon you got there."

The words are spoken by the diminutive halfling fight announcer who has walked over to quench his thirst. He sets his enormous megaphone on the bar, grabs a mug the barkeep offers him and climbs up on a stool next to Leia. Once he's made himself comfortable and taken a pull of his drink, he leans in continues the conversation sotto voce.

"You know on alternate Sundays they have magical beast fights over at the Irorium. Eidolon fights always draw a good crowd. You could make a good deal of coin if your creature is a good scrapper. If you're looking for representation, I've been known to dabble in the business and could represent you for a very reasonable cut of the winnings."

Dark Archive

Female Human Conjurer 9 | HP 74/74 | Init+2 | F:+11 R: +9 W: +12
Leia wrote:
Any clue what we're doing here and not in some dingy library?"

"Well, we are supposed to meet him at the gate in about an hour, but I thought it would be a good idea to meet up beforehand. I like to be prepared you see!"

Lilybeth shows the contents of her backpack: a rather large collection of books.

Dark Archive

Female Half-Elf Summoner 4 ( 31hp/ 1 nonlethal | AC 17, t 13, ff 14 | F +3, R +4, W +3 | Init +3 | Perception +5, low light vision )

"Oh, I don't know if Odin would like that. He's a scrapper, but he's lazy." Leia says, sipping her honeymead a little more and getting used to the taste, and turning around with her back to the bar so she can prop her elbows up and talk to the halfling and Lilybeth while perusing the crowd. "How much are we talking?"

"Gate in an hour eh? Ah well, I hope I've got all the wands I'll need." , she says back to Lilly.

Grand Lodge

Fetchling Arcane Caster 3 | AC 17 t13 ff14 | HP 21/22 | F+2 R+3 W+5|AR: 4/5 | darkvision 60'

A thin man wrapped from head to foot in a dark hooded robe ducks inside the door. He removes his hood and shakes the rain from his cloak, revealing a gaunt, pale face and white hair. Moving around the room towards the bar, he almost disappears into the shadows, his colorless skin and grey clothing seeming to avoid reflecting any light.

"Greetings," the man says to the bartender, and then holds both arms up suddenly, fists closed, in some sort of salute. "I am Davnet Dragos," he begins, in a strange, high-pitched buzzing voice. "I come to meet Pathfinders. Know you of some?"

Dark Archive

Female Half-Elf Summoner 4 ( 31hp/ 1 nonlethal | AC 17, t 13, ff 14 | F +3, R +4, W +3 | Init +3 | Perception +5, low light vision )

"Oh jeez. There's always one... " , Leia mutters to the floor.

Dark Archive

Female Human Conjurer 9 | HP 74/74 | Init+2 | F:+11 R: +9 W: +12

"Oh! You're a Fetchling? Cool! I've read about your species, but never met one!"


The bartender has his back to Davnet as the man comes in. Hearing him speak, he turns around, but upon seeing Dragos, his face goes ashen. "Oh dear Shelyn, a fetchling!" he yelps, jumping back and picking up a bottle to defend himself. "Back to Shadow Absolom, spawn of the Midnight Lord!"

Silver Crusade

Male Oread
Stats:
Init +7;AC 20 (18 w/o shield), HP 35/35, F6/R2/W7.

Player 4 enters the game.

An oread enters the bar, a morose, yet serious look upon his face. He is clearly concerned about something.

Sad Rock:
Sad Rock is an Oread...and, as such, is Oreadish and Oready as any you've ever met. Like others you've met in the Society and elsewhere, Rock is strong and solidly built. His skin and hair have stony shades of black and ferrous white. Sad Rock tends to glisten in light, as if his skin bears some crystalline properties.

Sad Rock wears lamellar (leather) armor sweet new dragonhide armor and tends to carry a heavy shield when sparring in the Society practice yard. He carries a club. When traveling, he'll be seen with a backpack full of odds, ends, and adventuring supplies.

Sad Rock stands a mighty 4'2" tall and weighs about 200lbs.

Sad lumbers to the barkeep, his eyes darting around.

"Sad looking for Packminders. You seen Packminders here?" Sad asks the barkeep in forced Common; it is not his native tongue. "Also, need food badly. Sad late. Hungry."

Sad slides over a few silvers for food.

Grand Lodge

Fetchling Arcane Caster 3 | AC 17 t13 ff14 | HP 21/22 | F+2 R+3 W+5|AR: 4/5 | darkvision 60'

Davnet seems taken aback by the bartender's reaction, and immediately puts his arms down. "I am sorry to frighten you. I have not been to Shadow Absalom in three years - I turned my back on that place long ago. You have naught to fear from me, good sir."

Davnet lowers his voice slightly, and addresses the bartender. "Is there a dead person here? Is this why my behavior offends? " He looks around in confusion. "If there is a dead person here, I apologize, and offer consolations you for your loss. Please, allow me to purchase you a beverage, as is the typical human funerary custom." Davnet drops a gold piece on the bar.

Humans are always so strange...

Davnet's first encounter with humans was at a funeral, and it has warped his perceptions of the race as a whole.

At Lilybeth's greeting, he relaxes a little, keeping his eye on the bartender. "Hello, I am Davnet, a Pathfinder. I am meeting others here, before we go to the Grand Lodge. Do you know any Pathfinders?"

Dark Archive

Female Human Conjurer 9 | HP 74/74 | Init+2 | F:+11 R: +9 W: +12

"Wow! And an Oread too! Do you mind if I touch you?"

Yes, Lilybeth has the Xenofile boon.


The bartender briefly takes his eyes off the fetchling and gives Sad Rock a quick up and down. Gluing his eyes back on Davnet, he moves closer to the oread. "I'm afraid I've never met one of your kind, sir, and I am sorry that you are sad. What would you like to eat?"


Davnet Dragos wrote:
Davnet seems taken aback by the bartender's reaction, and immediately puts his arms down. "I am sorry to frighten you. I have not been to Shadow Absalom in three years - I turned my back on that place long ago. You have naught to fear from me, good sir."

The bartender relaxes a bit at Davnet's explanation.

"So you are not the vanguard of a fetchling invasion force from Shadow Absalom, then? There was some trouble with them a few years back, so I've gotten a bit jumpy. Sorry about that."

Davnet Dragos wrote:
Davnet lowers his voice slightly, and addresses the bartender. "Is there a dead person here? Is this why my behavior offends? " He looks around in confusion. "If there is a dead person here, I apologize, and offer consolations you for your loss. Please, allow me to purchase you a beverage, as is the typical human funerary custom." Davnet drops a gold piece on the bar.

The bartender checks under the bar before replying. "No, no dead people here, but I will take your offering and donate it to the Sad Orphans Fund at the Shrine of Shelyn." He pockets the coin before continuing, still addressing the fetchling, "Care for anything human to drink, sir?"

Dark Archive

Female Human Conjurer 9 | HP 74/74 | Init+2 | F:+11 R: +9 W: +12

Lilybeth takes out one of ther chronicles and starts flipping through its pages.

After a while (2d3 ⇒ (2, 1) = 3 rounds)

Knowledge (planes) for Fetchlings: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13
knowledge (planes) for Oread: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26

"Mmmm, there's a lot about Oread, but the chapter about Fetchlings is quite limited."

"For instance: Did you know Oread dislike leaving their homes and don't handle the shock of new experiences well?"

Grand Lodge

Fetchling Arcane Caster 3 | AC 17 t13 ff14 | HP 21/22 | F+2 R+3 W+5|AR: 4/5 | darkvision 60'

To the bartender: "No, sir, my invasion days are long past. Thank you, bartender, I will have... liquor? If you please." He hands over an additional coin for the drink, then turns and regards the others nearby.

Elf, wolf, human, earth elemental... the human is a reader, she must be a Pathfinder.

"Human youngling, are you here awaiting a meeting with a certain old man with a propensity for awakening Pathfinders in the dead of night?"

Silver Crusade

Male Human (Kellid ancestry)
Spoiler:
- AC:22[28]/T:10[16]/FF:22[28] || HP 44/44 || F+12*/R+7*/W+8* || Per -2* || Init +0* *:+2 vs. haunts[vs. smite target - currently Cassiel]

Player 5 has joined the game

Walking into the bar and looking around is a Kellid man with blocky features wearing full plate. He looks around obviously looking for something or someone.

Perception: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (16) - 2 = 14

His eyes pass over the group of people not pausing on either the fetchling, the oread, or the two-headed wolf as if their presence is nothing remarkable before finally landing on a wand in Davnos's gear.

With this his eyes light up and smile beams across his face as he strides towards the assembled group.

"Hi! Are you pathfinders? I'm supposed to meet some other pathfinders here and you have a wand that looks just like mine. His speech is slow, and measured.

His large fingers fumble at his belt as he pulls out a wand while talking.

He smiles broadly looking around the group waiting for a response.

Silver Crusade

Male Oread
Stats:
Init +7;AC 20 (18 w/o shield), HP 35/35, F6/R2/W7.
Barkeep wrote:
"What would you like to eat?"

"I want to eat food," Sad replies, confused by the question. "Bring Sad food, yes?"

Sad Rock nudges the money closer to the barkeep, hoping the man will take it. He looks again at the money, then again at the barkeep, and again at the lack of plates of food in front of them then back at the barkeep. He nudges the coins closer.

Handsy wench wrote:
"Do you mind if I touch you?"

Sad initially flinches away from Zey's reach, but then allows the woman to touch him. He isn't necessarily against it, but it's clearly an invasion of privacy.

"Sad Rock not need sex now. Sad will find you if Sad needs love. Maybe later," Sad replies earnestly to woman who wants to touch him in the seedy bar late at night. "Sad working soon."

Dark Archive

Female Human Conjurer 9 | HP 74/74 | Init+2 | F:+11 R: +9 W: +12
Davnet Dragos wrote:
"Human youngling, are you here awaiting a meeting with a certain old man with a propensity for awakening Pathfinders in the dead of night?"

"Yes indeed! Venture-Captain Drandle Dreng!"

What a cool mix of races! I can't wait to tell uncle Aram!

Dark Archive

Female Human Conjurer 9 | HP 74/74 | Init+2 | F:+11 R: +9 W: +12
Egmund "Eggman" Jessop wrote:
"Hi! Are you pathfinders? I'm supposed to meet some other pathfinders here and you have a wand that looks just like mine. His speech is slow, and measured.

"Yes, we are! I had hoped to spend some time to get to know each other before we went to the gate, but I'm not sure how much time we have left. Bartender, what's the time?"

Dark Archive

Female Human Conjurer 9 | HP 74/74 | Init+2 | F:+11 R: +9 W: +12
Sad Rock wrote:
"Sad Rock not need sex now. Sad will find you if Sad needs love. Maybe later," Sad replies earnestly to woman who wants to touch him in the seedy bar late at night. "Sad working soon."

"I think you severely misunderstoond my intentions. I was merely curious what the skin of an Oread would feel like."

Silver Crusade

Male Human (Kellid ancestry)
Spoiler:
- AC:22[28]/T:10[16]/FF:22[28] || HP 44/44 || F+12*/R+7*/W+8* || Per -2* || Init +0* *:+2 vs. haunts[vs. smite target - currently Cassiel]
Lilybeth Zey wrote:
"Yes, we are! I had hoped to spend some time to get to know each other before we went to the gate, but I'm not sure how much time we have left. Bartender, what's the time?"

Egmund's smile gets broader at knowing he has found who he is looking for but then it falters at the mention of not having enough time.

"My name is Egmund Jessop. Please to meet all of you. Everyone calls me 'Eggman'." He perks up at this obviously happy to have the nickname.

"I am sorry that I am late. I saw a kitty that needed petting on the way here and lost track of time with all the purring.". He looks sad that he might have disappointed someone by being late.

Looking closer there is dark cat fur clinging to his shining gauntlets.

Silver Crusade

Male Human (Kellid ancestry)
Spoiler:
- AC:22[28]/T:10[16]/FF:22[28] || HP 44/44 || F+12*/R+7*/W+8* || Per -2* || Init +0* *:+2 vs. haunts[vs. smite target - currently Cassiel]
Lilybeth Zey wrote:
"I think you severely misunderstoond my intentions. I was merely curious what the skin of an Oread would feel like."

It is apparent that Egmund thinks that this was in reply to him and that he has no idea what she is talking about.

"Ok then.

Dark Archive

Female Human Conjurer 9 | HP 74/74 | Init+2 | F:+11 R: +9 W: +12

"Leia, I guess the saying 'Man are from Akiton, woman are from Castrovel' holds some truth" Lilybeth sighs, hoping for some female support

Grand Lodge

Fetchling Arcane Caster 3 | AC 17 t13 ff14 | HP 21/22 | F+2 R+3 W+5|AR: 4/5 | darkvision 60'

"I am not from Akiton." replies Davnet, obviously confused. "... unless this is what humans believe is humor?"

To Egmund: "Greetings, Egmund Jessop. Why does everyone call you something other than your name?"

To Lilybeth: "Yes, Drendle Dreng is who I refer to. We are to be present in his office at 8 bells, which is shortly. Please do not be offended if I take my leave of you now. I prefer to be early for these meetings. "

With that, Davnet gathers up his gear, puts on his heavy hood, and ducks out into the rain, making for the Grand Lodge.

Silver Crusade

Male Oread
Stats:
Init +7;AC 20 (18 w/o shield), HP 35/35, F6/R2/W7.
Lilybeth Zey wrote:
"I think you severely misunderstoond my intentions. I was merely curious what the skin of an Oread would feel like."

Sad Rock looks the lecherous woman up and down, conceding that she doesn't look much like a traditional Calistrian: she wasn't pretty enough.

Sad nods, an ambigious nod that could either be giving consent to touch or agreeing that she wasn't pretty enough to be a Calistrian.

He looks back at the barkeep, wonder where is food was. Wondering when he could get away from weird people and find the Packminders he was seeking.

Davnet wrote:
"Drendle Dreng is who I refer to."

Sad's keen hearing picks up a name he recognizes. He watches the man flee out the door. Sad's eyes go to the barkeep and his not-food then back to Davnet's form. He sighs deeply and follows Davnet.

"You! Human! I'm packminder too! Sad *not* monster. Sad Rock good packminder!" Sad introduces himself to Davnet, his short legs moving quickly to keep up.

Dark Archive

Female Human Conjurer 9 | HP 74/74 | Init+2 | F:+11 R: +9 W: +12

"We'd better follow them." Lilybeth sais to Eggman and Leia.

By Nethys, I hope we don't need to attend a fancy dinner this mission. Those two sure are fascinating, but I'm not sure everyone will accept them as they are.

Grand Lodge

Fetchling Arcane Caster 3 | AC 17 t13 ff14 | HP 21/22 | F+2 R+3 W+5|AR: 4/5 | darkvision 60'

"Greetings, ah, Mr. Rock. You are a... pack minder? Ah, yes, Pathfinder, I understand. Excellent! Glad to be working with you." Davnet shakes the oread's hand enthusiastically. "Now, to see what the good Venture-Captain has in mind for us."

Silver Crusade

Male Human (Kellid ancestry)
Spoiler:
- AC:22[28]/T:10[16]/FF:22[28] || HP 44/44 || F+12*/R+7*/W+8* || Per -2* || Init +0* *:+2 vs. haunts[vs. smite target - currently Cassiel]
Lilybeth Zey wrote:
"Leia, I guess the saying 'Man are from Akiton, woman are from Castrovel' holds some truth" Lilybeth sighs, hoping for some female support

Responding to Lilybeth: "I'm not from Akiton ... " He trails off as his words overlap Davnet's

Davnet Dragos wrote:

""I am not from Akiton ... unless this is what humans believe is humor?"

"Greetings, Egmund Jessop. Why does everyone call you something other than your name?"

Taking a bit more time to respond that Davnet allowed before leaving, Egmund gets out "Because it is what they ...."

Sad Rock wrote:
"You! Human! I'm packminder too! Sad *not* monster. Sad Rock good packminder!"

Egmunds mouth is still open as he watches the Oread leave.

Lilybeth Zey wrote:
"We'd better follow them."

To Lilybeth: "Ok. We should probably go then."

He waits to leave with Lilybeth and Leia.

Dark Archive

Female Half-Elf Summoner 4 ( 31hp/ 1 nonlethal | AC 17, t 13, ff 14 | F +3, R +4, W +3 | Init +3 | Perception +5, low light vision )

"Ha! Akiton! Ya' got that right! but wow... yeah. I hope we don't have to go undercover again... That could be tricky with this bunch. " Leia downs her honeymead and shoves off from the bar, whistling for Odin. One of the heads nuzzles the other, which growls a bit. both paws go over the sleeping head's muzzle. The awake head mutters something in Sylvan and the groggy head slowly starts to get up while Odin stands up and the alert head leads the way, following after Leia.


You all make your way through the steady rain to the front gate of the Grand Lodge. A single man stands guard in a tiny hut next to the gate and nods to you in recognition as you walk up.

With the tolling of the bells from the Vault of Abadar in the Ivy District you know that you have made it to your appointed meeting place at the right time ... now all you need is a venture-captain.

As the minutes tick by and you become wetter and wetter, but finally a strange but familiar figure comes hurtling down the street toward you. It is Drandle Dreng, but unlike his normal shabby robes, he seems to be dressed in some kind of blue military uniform, complete with a green sash displaying two ornate medals, and a black umbrella.

Ah, there you all are,” he half-mutters to himself. “Is everyone here?
Without waiting for an answer, he turns on his heels and heads off at a brisk pace, occasionally turning around to make sure everyone is keeping up.

Silver Crusade

Male Human (Kellid ancestry)
Spoiler:
- AC:22[28]/T:10[16]/FF:22[28] || HP 44/44 || F+12*/R+7*/W+8* || Per -2* || Init +0* *:+2 vs. haunts[vs. smite target - currently Cassiel]

To Leia: "Is Akiton the name of your 2-headed dog?" Egmund asks earnestly walking as quickly as he can to keep up with the ladies while in heavy armor.

If the rain bothers him, it doesn't show.

Silver Crusade

Male Oread
Stats:
Init +7;AC 20 (18 w/o shield), HP 35/35, F6/R2/W7.

Sad Rock returns Davnet's hearty shake with a stone one of his own.

"Sad Rock *not* monster. Sad good packminder," Sad reminds again, trying to ease any confusion about Sad's disposition before anyone gets any other ideas.

* * *

Drandle Dreng wrote:
"Is everyone here?"

Sad snaps to attention as Drandle approaches, his eyes looking over the others who followed him from the bar, including the Calistrian whore.

Sad Rock steps forward to introduce himself again to Drandle (because the man never seems to remember him). "Sad Rock here, Mr. Dringle Dringy. Sad Rock *not* monster. Sad good packminder," Sad informs Drandle. Sad steps back into line, waiting. He waits for a moment before remembering his manners and introduces himself to the rest of the wet waiters.

"Me Sad Rock. Sad Rock *not* monster. Sad good packminder," Sad informs the assembled Pathfinders. Sad nods as if he is positively sure he made his point and again falls silent.

Silver Crusade

Male Human (Kellid ancestry)
Spoiler:
- AC:22[28]/T:10[16]/FF:22[28] || HP 44/44 || F+12*/R+7*/W+8* || Per -2* || Init +0* *:+2 vs. haunts[vs. smite target - currently Cassiel]
Sad Rock wrote:
"Me Sad Rock. Sad Rock *not* monster. Sad good packminder," Sad informs the assembled Pathfinders. Sad nods as if he is positively sure he made his point and again falls silent.

Egmund waves at the Oread, "Hi Mr. Sadrok I'm Egmund Jessop. Pleased to meet you. Everyone calls me 'Eggman'." He perks up again happy at his nickname.

Thinking deeply he continues, "And even if you were a monster it doesn't mean you are not a person. That comes from what you do not what you are."

Egmund nods much like Sad as if he is also sure that he has made his point and falls silent.

Dark Archive

Female Human Conjurer 9 | HP 74/74 | Init+2 | F:+11 R: +9 W: +12

I think these people might have been part of Kreighton Shane's Special needs program. Uncle Aram told me he still has doubts of the validity of Mr. Shane's plan. I'm however convinced that these cultural differences can be overcome and that with proper guidance and patience even the most exotic people can be transformed to valuable pathfinder agents!

Lilybeth takes out a notebook and starts making notes.

She tries a different approach and speaks in a rumbling language with deep tones that reverberate through the listener.

Terran:
Sad rock, do you understand me better if I speak Terran?

Dark Archive

Female Half-Elf Summoner 4 ( 31hp/ 1 nonlethal | AC 17, t 13, ff 14 | F +3, R +4, W +3 | Init +3 | Perception +5, low light vision )

"No, his name's Odin. Akiton is a planet... ", she points at the rainy sky. Then stares as Lilly tries taking notes while walking in the rain.

Dark Archive

Female Human Conjurer 9 | HP 74/74 | Init+2 | F:+11 R: +9 W: +12

Lilybeth notices Leia giving her a questionable look when she pulls out the notebook.

"No worries, I've waterproofed all my books and papers!" she smiles.

Silver Crusade

Male Oread
Stats:
Init +7;AC 20 (18 w/o shield), HP 35/35, F6/R2/W7.

@Lily,Terran:
Calistrian wrote:
"Sad Rock, do you understand me better if I speak Terran?"

Sad does seem a bit more fluent in Terran than Common.

"I understood you just fine before. You wished to touch me and, as I explained before, I have work to do and don't have time to pay for your services at this time. I'm sure you're very good at your job and I mean no offense," Sad replies.

"But I'm working now and don't have time for dalliances."

Sad's eyes light up as if realizing something.

"Are you a Pathfinder as well? I knew the Society all types within, including outsiders like myself, so it makes sense that professional women like yourself might be included too."

Eggman wrote:
"That comes from what you do not what you are."

"Oh, you not Packminder, then? Packminders usually kill monster. No, *always* kill monster. But Sad Rock *not* monster. Packminders not care about what monsters do. Only kill because monster."

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