In Varisia's bustling frontier city ofMagnimar, the Pathfinder Society's newest lodge recruits a team of rookie Pathfinders to track down rogue agent Natalya Vancaskerkin-who also happens to be one of the Varisian criminals known as the Sczarni. Yet
The lieutenant appeared to be listening intently, when something you said seems to strike her memory. "Wait...did you say Natalya? Would it happen to be Natalya Vancaskerin, perchance? She is known to us. One of the Tower Girls, yes? I hadn't heard that she had vanished; she certainly isn't in our cells. But, if she had gotten on the bad side of some of the Sczarni, that wouldn't surprise me. They tend to take care of their own problems. If anyone knows where she is, it would probably be the Tower Girls.
"They move around a lot, but I heard that they were recently slumming it in an abandoned warehouse in Underbridge. If you head down there, ask for Fenster the Blight. I think it was his place they were renting." Kadesi grimaced. "I can't imagine how far they have fallen to need to take up with him."
Human Inquisitor (Sin-Eater) HP 10/12 | AC 18 | T 11 | FF 17 | CMB +2 | F +2 | R +1 | W +5 | Init +1 | Per +7
"Ah, I see...that information is very welcome, it was the Tower Girls penchant for moving often that stopped us from seeking them out earlier. This Fenster, what else can tell of him?"
"Fenster is a wretched creature, one of the kind that tends to grow like fungus in poverty-stricken areas. He'll do almost anything for enough money...and enough is up for debate. He's a known figure in Underbridge, and anyone there can tell you how to find him. He owns a large run-down warehouse, mostly by right of occupancy, and he rents it out occasionally. He's foul, in almost every sense of the word, but he's also mostly harmless. Pathetic, even."
Male Half Orc Cleric-1(AC:16/11/15; HP: 10;F+4, R+1, W+5;Init +1; Perc+3)
Pakak nods and grunts a "May the gods reward you for your kindness," to the Lieutenant and then he follows Eowithe "Good work. I think you just got us a good lead."
Underbridge is another wharfside slum, hiding in the shadow of the ruined archway overhead. Because of the monumental structure, only a few hours (sometimes less than one) of sunlight reach the area each day. It is considered to be the slum of the slums.
Male Half Orc Cleric-1(AC:16/11/15; HP: 10;F+4, R+1, W+5;Init +1; Perc+3)
Knowledge Local:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
"It's a nasty piece of property is what it is, buried in the shadow of the great arch. You're lucky if you get an hour of daylight sometimes of the year. Naturally it attracts shadowy types, or the desperate, or both. I'd suggest watching your backs and your coin purses."
It takes a while to reach the Underbridge after you set out. The shadow of the broken span left the area cooler than the rest of Magnimar, and the houses were spaced closer together amidst a number of warehouses and processing plants. The area near the water was foul with the odors of rotting refuse. Glimpses of the water showed that the surface was thick with trash and filth.
Eowithe led the way unerringly to the current abode of Fenster. Fenster's home is a partially collapsed warehouse, with the entrance looking more run down than the rest of the warehouse. There were a pair of skiffs leaning against each other, creating a triangular "arch" from which a tattered sail remnant hung like a curtain. Sitting next to the entrance was an old sea chest with a broken lid. A sign leaned against the chest behind a tin plate - "LEEV A GIFT AN WATE OUTSID"
Human Inquisitor (Sin-Eater) HP 10/12 | AC 18 | T 11 | FF 17 | CMB +2 | F +2 | R +1 | W +5 | Init +1 | Per +7
"Stay your hand Pakak. I'll make a monetary donation." Eowithe says drawing a silver piece from her sash and dropping it into the tin plate from high enough to make the metal ring.
Male Dwarf Master of Many Styles 1 (AC: 20 [T: 20 FF: 13]** | CMD: 16** | HP: 4/10 | F+4, R+4, W+5** | Init: +4 |Perc: +6 | Conditions: +1 Will Save, +5 AC)
Perception 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
Crugold focuses on the surrounding area, watchful for trouble as they wait, this place both very similar, and very dissimilar at the same time, as his own original home.
Human Inquisitor (Sin-Eater) HP 10/12 | AC 18 | T 11 | FF 17 | CMB +2 | F +2 | R +1 | W +5 | Init +1 | Per +7
"Aye, I grow impatient with waiting for this Fenster's appearance, what have you found Alanthian?" Eowithe says, adjusting her shield and morning star.
"'Ere now, ain't yew got nothin' better t' do then breakin' inta a workin' man's house?" The voice came from a spare man peeking around the edge of the sailcloth curtain. He's a wretched man, in every sense. His skin is gray and clammy, his eyes fogged with cataracts. His clothing is caked with filth and reeks worse than most tanneries. His teeth, where they weren't missing, were brown and black with rot, and his breath came in wet, raspy gurgles.
He eyed the plate with distaste. "Cheap 'uns, ain't yew? What yew want?"
Male Half Orc Cleric-1(AC:16/11/15; HP: 10;F+4, R+1, W+5;Init +1; Perc+3)
"Cheap? Hey, that mug has sentimental value and I paid a fair price for it to boot," Pakak is okay with being accused of breaking into a place, but folks should respect the mug.
"Naw. No one comes in my house. A man's gotta have a place o' his own, private-like. Ain't nobody out here ta hear yew talkin' to ol' Fester. Ain't nobody out here interested."
Male Dwarf Master of Many Styles 1 (AC: 20 [T: 20 FF: 13]** | CMD: 16** | HP: 4/10 | F+4, R+4, W+5** | Init: +4 |Perc: +6 | Conditions: +1 Will Save, +5 AC)
Diplomacy 1d20 ⇒ 14
"This conversation could take awhile. Do you not have even a parlor of sorts to receive visitors? I can't imagine you enjoy standing out in the streets for all of your conversations with people."
"Ain't nobody had no problems talkin' wit' Fenster out here b'fore. What yew need Fenster ta do? I'm tellin' yew now, I ain't interested in testin' no more magic thingies. that last batch made my colon act up somethin' fierce." He spat into a corner.
"There ya go. See? Yew talk ta Ol' Fester like you respects him and yew get yer answers. I know th' Tower Girls, shure. I'm their landlord!" He says the last with a proud look on his long face. "Well, I was anyways. They left here 'bout two weeks past, but they'll be back...they always come back ta Ol' Fenster. Can't get enough o' me, they can't."
Tynan Kaddren
