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The Sailor's Delight is not a place any of you would have chosen to stay, but in the bustling City at the Center of the World accommodations, especially cheap ones, are hard to come by.

After arriving in the metropolis on the Isle of Kortos, you took the next step of fulfilling your dreams by trying out for the mysterious, but vaunted, Pathfinder Society. While many apply, few are chosen and in the numbers game at the Grand Lodge, all your hearts were broken when your names were not called on the list for initiation.

Now stuck in a place that caters to the low end of The Docks crowd (and that's pretty low) you drink your fill trying to avoid the come-hither looks from the aging and toothless prostitutes at the end of the bar, and trying not to look to closely at whatever is on the rag the bartender "washes" the glasses with.

The liquor is poor, but it's cheap and makes the pain of the rejection of the day sting a bit less. You recognize a few fellow failures around the bar, and soon a conversation about the day's events strikes up.

Dark Archive

Male Snowcaster Elf Vanguard 1
Spell like abilities:
Resist Cold DR/5 / Comprehend Languages, Detect Magic, Detect Poison, Read Magic
Stat Block:
HP -12/17 | AC: 16/ T: 14 /FF: 12 | F: +3/R: +6/W: +0 | CMB +2 | CMD +16 | Speed 35 | Int. +6 | Ranged (2) chakram +5 (1d8+1) | Melee elven curve blade +2 (1d10+1/18-20) | Perc. +6 |

Jos looks about the filthy inn looking for a corner to drink in when he orders.

"Barkeep give me whatever you got, I am not picky but I am thirsty."

Scarab Sages

Human Druid 1 | HP 11/11 | AC 17; Tch 11; FF 16 | F +4; R +1; W +5 | CMB+3; CMD 14 | Speed 20 ft | Init +1 | Scimitar: +3 (18-20/1d6+3) | Perc+7

Silverback is an older human male with long hair and beard. A great silver streak is evident in his hair. He wears the hides of animals almost as if they were his own skin.

It is time to leave this 'civilization.' Who knows how much longer it will even be here?

The druid recognizes some other rejects from the Society. He nods slightly from the corner, but seems content to keep his own company.

Dark Archive

Elf Wizard (Fire Elementalist) 3 | HP 20/20 | AC 13 T 12 FF 10 | F +3 R +5 W +4 | CMB +1 CMD 14 | Speed 30' Init +9 Perc +5
Spells:
Fire Jet 7/7 | (Lvl1:)Sleep/Color Spray/Burning Hands/Shield | (Lvl2): Create Pit, Web, Resist Energy

A slender elf walks into the room, looking rather glum. He barely looks around the room, but notices a fellow elf in the corner that looks familiar. He walks over to him and speaks in elvish,"Pardon me fellow traveler, were you at the Grand Lodge earlier today? You look familiar. May I join you? My name is Ruinor."

Grand Lodge

Male Human (Varisian) Skald (spell warrior) 2 | HP 16/16 | AC 14:12:12 | Init +2 | Fort +4 Ref +2 Will +1; +4 vs. bardic performance, language-dependent, and sonic | Perception -2 Sense Motive 13

"Philistines! Wouldn't know a subjunctive clause if it were to leap up and bite them," a tall, foppish Varisian complains into the tumbler of wine he is nursing. His voice is strong and melodious, though slightly slurred even after draining only a fraction of the glass. "I should think they should be happy to recieve advice from such an experienced storyteller as I!"

Looking around he addresses - well, anyone that will listen, and several of those who won't. "All I did was suggest some constructive criticism of their precious chronicles. Some of those early ones, in particular, could use some rewrites. A few more tragic deaths and noble sacrifices here and there, perhaps some ironic misunderstandings, would give them verisimilitude. They acted as if the content was somehow more important than the style!"

Grand Lodge

Male human (Varisian) Inquisitor (Sanctified Slayer) 3 /HP 21/21 /AC 22 /T 14 /FF 19 /F +4 /R +4 /W +5 /Init +5 /Perc +9 /CMB +5 /CMD 18 / (MW) Composite Longbow +6 (1d8+3/20 x3) / (MW) Cold-iron Scimitar +6 (1d6+3/18-20)

Off to the left side of the noise filled room, a hooded man, with dark features, sits nursing a stout ale. It is obvious he is not tolerant to the beverage by the expression on his face after each swig. Under the man’s dark hooded cloak, you can see a heavy set of scale mail, a leather thong that supports an emblem of a white fireball that swirls into a spiral, and a number of tribal tattoos that work their way around the man’s face. Leaning against the back wall sits a seven foot long pole, which is topped with a curved blade that resembles a scythe. A large over stuffed backpack sits off to one side of the table and is heavily weighted with provisions suited for traveling.

Druid:
A druid may recognize the tattoos, as ones used in the Mwangi Expanse, by the Ekujae tribe.

Knowledge Religion (DC 10):
The emblem around the man’s neck is the holy symbol of Pharasma.

Scarab Sages

Human Druid 1 | HP 11/11 | AC 17; Tch 11; FF 16 | F +4; R +1; W +5 | CMB+3; CMD 14 | Speed 20 ft | Init +1 | Scimitar: +3 (18-20/1d6+3) | Perc+7

Silverback inclines his head slightly at Aarion, though he mostly continues to scowl at his meal.

Grand Lodge

Male human (Varisian) Inquisitor (Sanctified Slayer) 3 /HP 21/21 /AC 22 /T 14 /FF 19 /F +4 /R +4 /W +5 /Init +5 /Perc +9 /CMB +5 /CMD 18 / (MW) Composite Longbow +6 (1d8+3/20 x3) / (MW) Cold-iron Scimitar +6 (1d6+3/18-20)

Aarion nods back to Silverback, then gathers his belongings and heads over to the druid’s table. In a deep baratone voice, Aarion greats the man setting at the table. Well met. It looks like you are enjoying this foul place as much as I am. Would you welcome some company?

Dark Archive

Male Snowcaster Elf Vanguard 1
Spell like abilities:
Resist Cold DR/5 / Comprehend Languages, Detect Magic, Detect Poison, Read Magic
Stat Block:
HP -12/17 | AC: 16/ T: 14 /FF: 12 | F: +3/R: +6/W: +0 | CMB +2 | CMD +16 | Speed 35 | Int. +6 | Ranged (2) chakram +5 (1d8+1) | Melee elven curve blade +2 (1d10+1/18-20) | Perc. +6 |

Jos is dressed in a leather cuirass with a bandolier of small flasks wrapped about his chest. He wears light clothes with a light long blade at his back and tattoo scars stripe the lower side of his jaws. He jestures in acceptance of Ruinor's invitation.

Elven:
"Well met Ruinor, I am Josnavaarin. It seems we both share a common event, failure."

Jos laughs and drinks at his words.

Elven:
"We will have other chances but tonight we celebrate. Drink and our future is our bond."

Dark Archive

Male Half-Orc Brawler 6/Cleric 1 - HP: 61/61, - AC: 21/T: 14/FF: 19 - INIT: +2, Percep: +8[10] <darkvision> TC: 6/6, TD: 6/6 - F: +13/R: +11/W: +11[13] [+2 ds] - CMB: +10 - CMD: 22, Speed: 20ft

"You can tell the would-be Pathfinders by the way they can't stomach a drink!" Orovan mocks as he sips his own. The thick-framed half-orc sits at the bar in a dull leather breastplate and woolen pants with leather plating halfway down the legs. His arms are mostly uncovered, save for the shoulder pads on his armor, and are clearly tattooed after the fashion of the orcs of the northeast. White and red ink swirl in overlapping patterns all the way up to his hands, wrapped in two layers of linen and grasped around a large tankard of foul-smelling drink. "But who can blame them? This stuff smells like it's from the wrong side of a goat." he proclaims. He holds up a few coppers to the bartender. "Another."

Scarab Sages

Human Druid 1 | HP 11/11 | AC 17; Tch 11; FF 16 | F +4; R +1; W +5 | CMB+3; CMD 14 | Speed 20 ft | Init +1 | Scimitar: +3 (18-20/1d6+3) | Perc+7

"I suppose," Silverback to Aarion, "though you will likely find me poor company. I am more accustomed to the companionship of the wild and the creatures that call it home."

Dark Archive

Male Snowcaster Elf Vanguard 1
Spell like abilities:
Resist Cold DR/5 / Comprehend Languages, Detect Magic, Detect Poison, Read Magic
Stat Block:
HP -12/17 | AC: 16/ T: 14 /FF: 12 | F: +3/R: +6/W: +0 | CMB +2 | CMD +16 | Speed 35 | Int. +6 | Ranged (2) chakram +5 (1d8+1) | Melee elven curve blade +2 (1d10+1/18-20) | Perc. +6 |

Jos realizing he has but a single drink gets up and heads back to the bar leaving his mug on the table in the corner with Ruinor.

elven:
"Excuse me for a moment while I bring back some more drink and a bite to eat."

As he reaches the bar he stands by the half orc at the bar. Wwaiting on the barkeep he says,

"It seems joining the society is a bit harder than I expected. Why did you fail? ayy doesn't matter. Come drink with us."

Jos taps his mugon the table then reaches across the counter with a few silver dropping them before the barkeep,

"Can I have another drink and some bread friend? Also keep the drinks coming for me and my friends good fella."

Jos waits for his goods and heads back to the table.

Dark Archive

Male Half-Orc Brawler 6/Cleric 1 - HP: 61/61, - AC: 21/T: 14/FF: 19 - INIT: +2, Percep: +8[10] <darkvision> TC: 6/6, TD: 6/6 - F: +13/R: +11/W: +11[13] [+2 ds] - CMB: +10 - CMD: 22, Speed: 20ft

"Fail? Hah! I was doing fine, but some bumbling wizard started throwing around magic and got us both thrown out! I told them what a stupid mistake that was, but they wouldn't listen. Their loss. I'm a great fighter! They could use a man like me. Ah, just as well. Let some other poor recruit go get eaten in an Osirian tomb. Nothing like watered-down ale in a dingy tavern to remind you how good you really have it. Cheers." Orovan says before putting away his new drink in its entirety. He smacks his lips and sticks out his tongue. "Groetus help me, I think I've been poisoned."

He looks back to the small elf. "Oh, yeah, you. Sure, I'll drink with ya." he says as he follows the elf back to his table.

Grand Lodge

Male human (Varisian) Inquisitor (Sanctified Slayer) 3 /HP 21/21 /AC 22 /T 14 /FF 19 /F +4 /R +4 /W +5 /Init +5 /Perc +9 /CMB +5 /CMD 18 / (MW) Composite Longbow +6 (1d8+3/20 x3) / (MW) Cold-iron Scimitar +6 (1d6+3/18-20)

Aarion nods to silverback, and then makes himself comfortable at the table. I also prefer the company of nature to the overbearing strain of humanity. Unfortunately my path seems to insist that I play some small role her in Absalom. At one point I figured joining the society would be prudent, but now it seems like a dead end.

Aarion looks over to Silverback while leaning the large weapon in his hand against the back wall. What brings you to this cesspool of humanity?

Dark Archive

Elf Wizard (Fire Elementalist) 3 | HP 20/20 | AC 13 T 12 FF 10 | F +3 R +5 W +4 | CMB +1 CMD 14 | Speed 30' Init +9 Perc +5
Spells:
Fire Jet 7/7 | (Lvl1:)Sleep/Color Spray/Burning Hands/Shield | (Lvl2): Create Pit, Web, Resist Energy

Sitting with his back to the bar and too preoccupied in thought about what to do next, Ruinor doesn't notice Jos talking to the very half-orc that got him dismissed from the Grand Lodge. He looks up at Jos when he returns to the table and starts to take a swig of his ale when he catches a glimpse of a large person coming up beside him. His eyes widen with fear as he recognizes the brawler from earlier in the day. Stumbling out of his chair, he quickly moves to the opposite side of the table. "Really? You couldn't find another tavern in this entire city? I hope you are still not upset. If you hadn't over-reacted to my comment, we both may have been called for initiation."

Grand Lodge

Male Human (Varisian) Skald (spell warrior) 2 | HP 16/16 | AC 14:12:12 | Init +2 | Fort +4 Ref +2 Will +1; +4 vs. bardic performance, language-dependent, and sonic | Perception -2 Sense Motive 13

Sensing a potential audience, Maximilian drifts over near the other unsuccessful applicants. Hearing their discussion, he begins to realise that they could possibly be something more, perhaps even the story inspiration he seeks. Hmm, a ragtag group of misfits, who must overcome not only adversity but also their own differences in order to win the respect of the Society that rejected them... I could make that work.

Dark Archive

Male Snowcaster Elf Vanguard 1
Spell like abilities:
Resist Cold DR/5 / Comprehend Languages, Detect Magic, Detect Poison, Read Magic
Stat Block:
HP -12/17 | AC: 16/ T: 14 /FF: 12 | F: +3/R: +6/W: +0 | CMB +2 | CMD +16 | Speed 35 | Int. +6 | Ranged (2) chakram +5 (1d8+1) | Melee elven curve blade +2 (1d10+1/18-20) | Perc. +6 |

Jos looks confused by Ruinor's comments then realizes he is talking about the half orc. Seeing the uneasiness in Ruinor he steps between them. Looking back and forth at the two he manages to guide a chair to a position so that the two can sit opposite one another.

"Calm down now! Both of you have a seat. Lets drink and talk about the morrow."

Jos sits down between them with his back to the bar. He grabs his ale, takes a swig and begins talking,

"So what, we are not members of the society today. There is always tomorrow. Maybe we can do our own thing and they will beg us to join. Anyway did you see the young ladies who failed but wonder where they went."

Dark Archive

Male Half-Orc Brawler 6/Cleric 1 - HP: 61/61, - AC: 21/T: 14/FF: 19 - INIT: +2, Percep: +8[10] <darkvision> TC: 6/6, TD: 6/6 - F: +13/R: +11/W: +11[13] [+2 ds] - CMB: +10 - CMD: 22, Speed: 20ft

Orovan goes stiff at the sound of the wizard's voice. As Josnav interposes, he relaxes, but remains standing. He looks between the elves, then cracks a smile. Then he starts to laugh. "You're right of course. My own fault! How could I have been so ignorant. You see, I'm not very practiced on my elven, so when I heard you say 'fatuous half-witted brute' I thought it was common tongue. But you must have been complimenting me in elven! My mistake, my mistake. In fact, here, let me buy you a drink." he waves at a serving maid. "A bottle of split-tongue here!" he calls out. Then he leans over to the wizard and whispers, "Everyone should try split-tongue before they die."
Bluff: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (9) - 2 = 7

Sense Motive DC 7:
Orovan is not being generous.

Dark Archive

Elf Wizard (Fire Elementalist) 3 | HP 20/20 | AC 13 T 12 FF 10 | F +3 R +5 W +4 | CMB +1 CMD 14 | Speed 30' Init +9 Perc +5
Spells:
Fire Jet 7/7 | (Lvl1:)Sleep/Color Spray/Burning Hands/Shield | (Lvl2): Create Pit, Web, Resist Energy

Seeing Jos step between them, Ruinor relaxes a little. Then when Orovan laughs, he forces a smile and cautiously sits down at the table.

sense motive: 1d20 ⇒ 2 lol, you apparently can tell me anything and I'll believe you.

"I just stated that the answer to the venture captain's question was 'obvious even to the most casual observer' so I couldn't understand why you wanted more information. I sometimes forget that not everyone is as intelligent as I."

Dark Archive

Male Snowcaster Elf Vanguard 1
Spell like abilities:
Resist Cold DR/5 / Comprehend Languages, Detect Magic, Detect Poison, Read Magic
Stat Block:
HP -12/17 | AC: 16/ T: 14 /FF: 12 | F: +3/R: +6/W: +0 | CMB +2 | CMD +16 | Speed 35 | Int. +6 | Ranged (2) chakram +5 (1d8+1) | Melee elven curve blade +2 (1d10+1/18-20) | Perc. +6 |

"Good. A little drink, some conversation and a night of celebration. Ah this is not a celebration of our success today but tomorrow."

Jos continues his abuse of drink, laughter, company, and food.

Dark Archive

Male Half-Orc Brawler 6/Cleric 1 - HP: 61/61, - AC: 21/T: 14/FF: 19 - INIT: +2, Percep: +8[10] <darkvision> TC: 6/6, TD: 6/6 - F: +13/R: +11/W: +11[13] [+2 ds] - CMB: +10 - CMD: 22, Speed: 20ft

Orovan seems surprised that Ruinor took his thinly-veiled threat so easily. He eases back down into his seat. "Uh-huh. You're a quick one."

Dark Archive

Elf Wizard (Fire Elementalist) 3 | HP 20/20 | AC 13 T 12 FF 10 | F +3 R +5 W +4 | CMB +1 CMD 14 | Speed 30' Init +9 Perc +5
Spells:
Fire Jet 7/7 | (Lvl1:)Sleep/Color Spray/Burning Hands/Shield | (Lvl2): Create Pit, Web, Resist Energy

lol, I have to read more carefully but obviously Ruinor didn't pick up on it either.

Scarab Sages

Human Druid 1 | HP 11/11 | AC 17; Tch 11; FF 16 | F +4; R +1; W +5 | CMB+3; CMD 14 | Speed 20 ft | Init +1 | Scimitar: +3 (18-20/1d6+3) | Perc+7

Silverback watches the nearby table darkly, his keen senses picking up nearly all of the conversation. He looks up and responds to Aarion.

This man at least speaks my language...prefers the company of nature to this 'cesspool of humanity'...

"I was here for the same reason...to join the Pathfinders. Though perhaps it is for the best. A cold wind whispered to me that I should seek out the Pathfinders and join their number. I did not want to heed the call, and do not understand why I am yet here. Soon I will leave and prepare for the coming winter."

The druid drinks from a glass of brown water.

"And what will you return to?"

Grand Lodge

Male human (Varisian) Inquisitor (Sanctified Slayer) 3 /HP 21/21 /AC 22 /T 14 /FF 19 /F +4 /R +4 /W +5 /Init +5 /Perc +9 /CMB +5 /CMD 18 / (MW) Composite Longbow +6 (1d8+3/20 x3) / (MW) Cold-iron Scimitar +6 (1d6+3/18-20)

Aarion watches the fluff going on at the nearby table. The over pretentious elves, as usual, have drawn a lot of unnecessary attention. The pompous overtones and the loud obnoxious innuendos reminded Aarion of his days living with the Ekujae. Even though the elves, by human standards, were making fools of themselves, there was a small part of him that missed the light hearted nature of his kin.

Aarion looks over to silverback. I will probably stay here a while, to see if I can gain some information about an organization called the shadow lodge. Word has it; they are affiliated with the Pathfinder Society.

Aarion puts down another mouth full of the bitter ale then squints one eye. This place sure does not know how to make ale. After managing to keep the watered down grog from coming back up, Aarion turns his attention back to the table of clowns

Dark Archive

Male Snowcaster Elf Vanguard 1
Spell like abilities:
Resist Cold DR/5 / Comprehend Languages, Detect Magic, Detect Poison, Read Magic
Stat Block:
HP -12/17 | AC: 16/ T: 14 /FF: 12 | F: +3/R: +6/W: +0 | CMB +2 | CMD +16 | Speed 35 | Int. +6 | Ranged (2) chakram +5 (1d8+1) | Melee elven curve blade +2 (1d10+1/18-20) | Perc. +6 |

"So you two, I am curious. What did you see in the Pathfinder Society and its multitude of companion organizations that made you say, I want to be a Pathfinder."

Jos took down another of the smelly watered down drinks like he was dying of thirst. The ale poured from his mug into his smiling face one after another and ran all over his clothes and the table.

"For me it was the lure of the Dark Archive and its rumored handling of ancient relics.

Jos's gaze became fixed when he began talking of the relics as if he could see them in the air above the table. Then it was as if he fell back to his chair from the stars.

Dark Archive

Elf Wizard (Fire Elementalist) 3 | HP 20/20 | AC 13 T 12 FF 10 | F +3 R +5 W +4 | CMB +1 CMD 14 | Speed 30' Init +9 Perc +5
Spells:
Fire Jet 7/7 | (Lvl1:)Sleep/Color Spray/Burning Hands/Shield | (Lvl2): Create Pit, Web, Resist Energy

"Well met, another thing we have in common. I too am interested in collecting and studying artifacts. I felt that the Pathfinder Society was the best way for me to travel and collect magical items as well as expand my spell book." With Jos mentioning the Dark Archive, Ruinor seemed to forget about the issue with Orovan.

Dark Archive

Male Half-Orc Brawler 6/Cleric 1 - HP: 61/61, - AC: 21/T: 14/FF: 19 - INIT: +2, Percep: +8[10] <darkvision> TC: 6/6, TD: 6/6 - F: +13/R: +11/W: +11[13] [+2 ds] - CMB: +10 - CMD: 22, Speed: 20ft

"Books, artifacts, all that elf-y nonsense. I applied for the swords, the blood, the booze, and the glory." Orovan says before looking into his drink and furrowing his brow. "At least I have the booze."


As the failed pathfinder initiates begin to gel together at the bar of their watering hole, two more shrouded and mysterious men stumble in. Both are obviously intoxicated and falling down drunk. They both stagger to the bar slamming down a small purse of coin, they order drink loudly.

"I tell yeh, it's sitting right out in the open for anyone to come take it. We just need a crew that's brave enough." says one in slurred and over loud common.

The other nods in agreement taking a shot of the poor whiskey and grimacing. "Not sure who would be fool enough to go out in the Cairnlands and risk it. My last venture out there ended with a pack of dogs eating my halfling companion. I couldn't out run them, but I sure out ran him..."

This loud open speech is clear to all in the bar even if the men are oblivious.

DC 12 Know Local or Know Geography or History DC 15:
The Cairnlands are the remnants and ruins of siege towers in the plains outside of Absalom. The city was besieged over the centuries countless times, but never fell to enemy hands. These old towers are rumored to be haunted, full of lost treasure of the invaders, or a hiding place for the darker sorts from the city, depending on who you believe.

DC 15 Perception:
One of the men has symbol like an actor's mask, that is divided in half, black and white, pinned to his sleeve. He carries an ebony quarterstaff and is dressed in a cowled robe with the hood pulled back. The other looks is dressed in leather armor and carries a rapier and dagger in his boot.

Dark Archive

Male Half-Orc Brawler 6/Cleric 1 - HP: 61/61, - AC: 21/T: 14/FF: 19 - INIT: +2, Percep: +8[10] <darkvision> TC: 6/6, TD: 6/6 - F: +13/R: +11/W: +11[13] [+2 ds] - CMB: +10 - CMD: 22, Speed: 20ft

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Untrained Knowledge (max 10): 1d20 ⇒ 16

Grand Lodge

Male Human (Varisian) Skald (spell warrior) 2 | HP 16/16 | AC 14:12:12 | Init +2 | Fort +4 Ref +2 Will +1; +4 vs. bardic performance, language-dependent, and sonic | Perception -2 Sense Motive 13

Knowledge (history): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Perception: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (13) - 2 = 11

"The Cairnlans!" Maximilian declaims. "A sprawling expanse of ruined siege engines and decaying battlements, left behind by hundreds of years of unsuccessful attempts to capture Absalom. Many a classic tale of adventure and tragedy has been told of its long history and the treasures and dangers to be found there. Wutzler's Machine Mage is probably the best known, but I've always been more fond of Maischfeld's Ghoul in the Trenches, plenty of death speeches, and not a single character survives."

Dark Archive

Male Snowcaster Elf Vanguard 1
Spell like abilities:
Resist Cold DR/5 / Comprehend Languages, Detect Magic, Detect Poison, Read Magic
Stat Block:
HP -12/17 | AC: 16/ T: 14 /FF: 12 | F: +3/R: +6/W: +0 | CMB +2 | CMD +16 | Speed 35 | Int. +6 | Ranged (2) chakram +5 (1d8+1) | Melee elven curve blade +2 (1d10+1/18-20) | Perc. +6 |

geography: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

local: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

"Check out the two babbling on about the Cairnlands. Looks like the gods have answered our wishes, long lost treasure and adventure. The society will wish they initiated us after we conquer those lands. You two interested?"

Dark Archive

Male Half-Orc Brawler 6/Cleric 1 - HP: 61/61, - AC: 21/T: 14/FF: 19 - INIT: +2, Percep: +8[10] <darkvision> TC: 6/6, TD: 6/6 - F: +13/R: +11/W: +11[13] [+2 ds] - CMB: +10 - CMD: 22, Speed: 20ft

Orovan rolls his eyes and becomes visibly agitated as Maximilian speaks. "Hey, don't ruin the ending!" he calls out to the man.

Dark Archive

Elf Wizard (Fire Elementalist) 3 | HP 20/20 | AC 13 T 12 FF 10 | F +3 R +5 W +4 | CMB +1 CMD 14 | Speed 30' Init +9 Perc +5
Spells:
Fire Jet 7/7 | (Lvl1:)Sleep/Color Spray/Burning Hands/Shield | (Lvl2): Create Pit, Web, Resist Energy

"Your right, Jos. Sounds like just the thing we need to prove our worth to the Pathfinders. I'm in."

History: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Scarab Sages

Human Druid 1 | HP 11/11 | AC 17; Tch 11; FF 16 | F +4; R +1; W +5 | CMB+3; CMD 14 | Speed 20 ft | Init +1 | Scimitar: +3 (18-20/1d6+3) | Perc+7

"What weaklings are concerned about a pack of dogs?" Silverback whispers to Aarion, or perhaps to no one in particular.

He observes every detail of the men.

perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

It might be interesting to see what a Pathfinder's life would have been like...or perhaps not.


The robed figure turns to Max after he spouts off inclding the famous works about the Cairnlands. "You are forgetting Archmage Kroller's History of the Sieges of Absalom but the details therein can be rather tedious. It is a surprise to find one so well read in a place like this. Join us my good man, and let us talk of the Cairnlands." He pulls up a stool next to where they sit, and motions for Max to join in. "Bring your friends too, if you like, this may involve more than just you, lad."

"I have an opportunity for any that would brave the Cairnlands!" the man announces to the place as a whole. "Join us and let's discuss a profitable venture for us all!"

The other man squints trying to look you all over with out blurred vision and slides to the side allowing room for those that would join in.

Dark Archive

Male Half-Orc Brawler 6/Cleric 1 - HP: 61/61, - AC: 21/T: 14/FF: 19 - INIT: +2, Percep: +8[10] <darkvision> TC: 6/6, TD: 6/6 - F: +13/R: +11/W: +11[13] [+2 ds] - CMB: +10 - CMD: 22, Speed: 20ft

"I won't say no to gold." Orovan admits as he joins in.

Dark Archive

Elf Wizard (Fire Elementalist) 3 | HP 20/20 | AC 13 T 12 FF 10 | F +3 R +5 W +4 | CMB +1 CMD 14 | Speed 30' Init +9 Perc +5
Spells:
Fire Jet 7/7 | (Lvl1:)Sleep/Color Spray/Burning Hands/Shield | (Lvl2): Create Pit, Web, Resist Energy

Ruinor joins the others at the bar to hear the man speak, but keeps his distance from Orovan.


The leather-clad man smiles at Orovan's comments. "There's a fellow after me own heart! I am Mitchell, and this is my colleague Spangler. We have some information that may make us all rich, but that remains to be seen. Spangler, take it away."

The robed man smiles surveying you all. "I have reason to believe that one of those old towers in the Cairnlands, one that has been locked up tight and unassailable, holds inside a valuable artifact of the church of Nethys. Allegedly, this artifact, a periapt of amazing power, was brought to the Isle of Kortos by an ancient Osirion sorceror to aid the invasion force, but the man died of disease upon arrival here, and the periapt still remains in the tower, where it has lain for years unused and long forgotten."

"Now with all the treasure seekers and looting in the Cairnlands, why do I think this highly-valuable artifact is still inside? Until recently, this particular tower was locked with an arcane warding on the only door. This protection has blocked all attempts at entry for centuries and still remains intact. My friend, Mitchell here, has just brought news that a small earth tremor in the Cairnlands, one barely felt here in Absalom, caused the side of the tower to sheer off, leaving the inside exposed to the world for the first time in centuries."

"If we act quickly, we may be able to get to the artifact and recover it before anyone else can respond. Bring that periapt to me, and I'll reward you handsomely for your trouble. Additionally, you can keep whatever else you might find in the tower, only the Nethian artifact concerns me. There may be dangers inside, but the reward is well worth the risk. What say you?"

Perception DC 20:
You note the pommel of the rapier on the leather-clad man is carved into the symbol of a coiled snake ready to strike. The robed figure has a ring with a similar symbol on it. These symbols are not familiar to you.

Dark Archive

Male Half-Orc Brawler 6/Cleric 1 - HP: 61/61, - AC: 21/T: 14/FF: 19 - INIT: +2, Percep: +8[10] <darkvision> TC: 6/6, TD: 6/6 - F: +13/R: +11/W: +11[13] [+2 ds] - CMB: +10 - CMD: 22, Speed: 20ft

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Dark Archive

Elf Wizard (Fire Elementalist) 3 | HP 20/20 | AC 13 T 12 FF 10 | F +3 R +5 W +4 | CMB +1 CMD 14 | Speed 30' Init +9 Perc +5
Spells:
Fire Jet 7/7 | (Lvl1:)Sleep/Color Spray/Burning Hands/Shield | (Lvl2): Create Pit, Web, Resist Energy

perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

Looking at the rest of the group, Ruinor says"I for one came here for adventure so I will find it one way or another. Count me in."

Dark Archive

Male Snowcaster Elf Vanguard 1
Spell like abilities:
Resist Cold DR/5 / Comprehend Languages, Detect Magic, Detect Poison, Read Magic
Stat Block:
HP -12/17 | AC: 16/ T: 14 /FF: 12 | F: +3/R: +6/W: +0 | CMB +2 | CMD +16 | Speed 35 | Int. +6 | Ranged (2) chakram +5 (1d8+1) | Melee elven curve blade +2 (1d10+1/18-20) | Perc. +6 |

JOs follows his table companions for a closer look.

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

"Seems all this talk of relics could be valuable to the Dark Archive. Looks like we have a mission Ruinor. Orovan glad to have you along as well. Maybe if we all go as a group we will have better luck."


Sensing that you are all in agreement, the man gives you a rough map of the Cairnlands with the location of the tower in question marked on it. He agrees to meet you here, in the Sailor's Delight, in two days time to swap the artifact for cash.

"Any other questions, then, before we depart?" the robed man seems to have sobered up quickly now that the talk is on recover of the Nethian artifact.

Any other questions before you set out on this quest?

Scarab Sages

Human Druid 1 | HP 11/11 | AC 17; Tch 11; FF 16 | F +4; R +1; W +5 | CMB+3; CMD 14 | Speed 20 ft | Init +1 | Scimitar: +3 (18-20/1d6+3) | Perc+7

Silverback sniffs the air and cocks his head to the side as if listening to some sound no one else can hear.

He stands abruptly from his chair.

"I will go," he says.

Dark Archive

Male Snowcaster Elf Vanguard 1
Spell like abilities:
Resist Cold DR/5 / Comprehend Languages, Detect Magic, Detect Poison, Read Magic
Stat Block:
HP -12/17 | AC: 16/ T: 14 /FF: 12 | F: +3/R: +6/W: +0 | CMB +2 | CMD +16 | Speed 35 | Int. +6 | Ranged (2) chakram +5 (1d8+1) | Melee elven curve blade +2 (1d10+1/18-20) | Perc. +6 |

Jos moves forward a little tipsy from his night of continous drink.

"My drink has softened my mind, you say you will meet us in two days to exchange the artifact for cash. Might you have some aid for us to ensure we complete this journey with such speed?"

Jos then pushes to the front.

"Besides the speed, how will we know this valuable artifact of the church of Nethys?"

Grand Lodge

Male human (Varisian) Inquisitor (Sanctified Slayer) 3 /HP 21/21 /AC 22 /T 14 /FF 19 /F +4 /R +4 /W +5 /Init +5 /Perc +9 /CMB +5 /CMD 18 / (MW) Composite Longbow +6 (1d8+3/20 x3) / (MW) Cold-iron Scimitar +6 (1d6+3/18-20)

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

Feeling a little woozy from the grog, Aarion nods in agreement with Silverbacks comment about the dogs.

After watching the druid launch out of his chair and volunteer to go on the hair brain adventure, Aarion smiles.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

I'm curious, I see both of you carry the symbol of the coiled snake. May I ask what that symbolizes?

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18 On the answer.

As fare as questions, I have a couple. First; by what right do you claim the artifact? Doesn’t the local law have jurisdiction over the area and what comes out of it?

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27 On the answer.

I overheard one of you say you lost a companion out that way. Any idea what kind of perils we might be looking to face?

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19 On the answer.

Aarion turns his cup up one last time and finishes off the foul drink. He involuntarily squints his right eye, then sets his empty mug on the table.

What can you tell us about this periapt of amazing power? Why would anyone want to find such an artifact and turn it over to…..emm ……just anyone?

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26 On the answer.

What kind of reward are you considering giving us for recovering this item of amazing power?

If the item is an artifact of the church of Nethys. Does it stand to reason that the sorcerer who brought the thing here is also a follower of Nethys?

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27 On the answer.

Knowledge religion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22 On Nethys and their followers.

Can you give us more information on this sorcerer?

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23 On the answer.

Knowledge religion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6 On the sorcerer and the artifact.

Dark Archive

Male Snowcaster Elf Vanguard 1
Spell like abilities:
Resist Cold DR/5 / Comprehend Languages, Detect Magic, Detect Poison, Read Magic
Stat Block:
HP -12/17 | AC: 16/ T: 14 /FF: 12 | F: +3/R: +6/W: +0 | CMB +2 | CMD +16 | Speed 35 | Int. +6 | Ranged (2) chakram +5 (1d8+1) | Melee elven curve blade +2 (1d10+1/18-20) | Perc. +6 |

"The half elf comes with many questions, no doubt an inquisitor. hahaha"


The robed figure sighs at all the questions posed by Aarion. "You'd think the promise of ready cash for a quick trip would be enough to stir these louts into action, but no, it's gotta be twenty questions this and right and wrong that from this one..." he smirks to his companion.

"Well, let me see. The coiled snake is the symbol of our organization which is a group of adventurers who seek lost treasures in interesting locales. It just means that Mitchell and I are partners."

This answer seems true to you, but perhaps not a full disclosure

"Honestly, we have no rightful claim on anything in the Cairnlands, other than that of finders and possession. As with any items of value left behind there, they belong to who grabs them first. Someone else will, if we don't act quickly.

"The Cairnlands, and all of Kortos, has perils. But you face your peril drinking in a place like this or walking down an Absalom street as well. Specifically, I would expect any of those old ruins to be haunted by those lost to Pharasma, but otherwise, could be anything. Mitchell was referencing packs of dogs that are known to roam the plains of Absalom. Might watch for those."

"The periapt was brought by an Osirian sorceror, and would've been used against the walls of Absalom. I personally think it summons some powerful type of earth elemental, but until I can see and study it more closely, I can't be sure. And we aren't asking you to turn it over to "just anyone" but to us. Perhaps we weren't clear on that point..." He rolls his eyes heavenward as he says this last.

"We will pay you hard coin if you return the artifact. And yes, we believe the Osirion sorceror was a worshiper of the All-Seeing Eye, and channeled that power into the lost artifact. We don't know a lot more about him, as he died before he had the chance to carry out his plans of destroying fair Absalom."

Nethys:
The god of magic. Often depicted as an Eye or as a black and white mask, which indicates the destructive and helpful sides of magic. It is said that Nethys was once a powerful wizard that took the test of godhood and ascended to the pantheon. It is also said that the power of magic drove him insane, and he is sometimes known as the Mad God.

Unless otherwise indicated, it seems the answers from Spangler, the robed man, are truthful. He is not outright lying to you, at least.

Grand Lodge

Male human (Varisian) Inquisitor (Sanctified Slayer) 3 /HP 21/21 /AC 22 /T 14 /FF 19 /F +4 /R +4 /W +5 /Init +5 /Perc +9 /CMB +5 /CMD 18 / (MW) Composite Longbow +6 (1d8+3/20 x3) / (MW) Cold-iron Scimitar +6 (1d6+3/18-20)

Although Aarion seems unsure why he wasn’t selected to join the pathfinder society, it quickly becomes self-evident to everyone else.

So the sigil of the coiled snake is meant to identify you as a member of an organization? Seeing we are considering retrieving this artifact of great power, brought here to do great harm to the city, then hand it over to you, may I ask what organization you belong? If your intent is benign with this item, then I would expect you to appreciate my caution, seeing we have known you for about thirty seconds and all.

Sense motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15 On the answer about the snake.

Scarab Sages

Human Druid 1 | HP 11/11 | AC 17; Tch 11; FF 16 | F +4; R +1; W +5 | CMB+3; CMD 14 | Speed 20 ft | Init +1 | Scimitar: +3 (18-20/1d6+3) | Perc+7

sense motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

Never one to trust others, Silverback examines the men cautiously.

Something seems...off.

Dark Archive

Male Snowcaster Elf Vanguard 1
Spell like abilities:
Resist Cold DR/5 / Comprehend Languages, Detect Magic, Detect Poison, Read Magic
Stat Block:
HP -12/17 | AC: 16/ T: 14 /FF: 12 | F: +3/R: +6/W: +0 | CMB +2 | CMD +16 | Speed 35 | Int. +6 | Ranged (2) chakram +5 (1d8+1) | Melee elven curve blade +2 (1d10+1/18-20) | Perc. +6 |

Jos now intrigued by the half elf's line of questioning wonders to himself.

Why is it these guys fill into a lowly bar to recruit obvious thugs, lowlife personalities, and nomads an opportunity at wealth. How dangerous is this adventure and how valuable the artifact.

"Sprangler is it, my half elf companion here brings up a interesting thought. As you do not know us and we you what makes this a workable proposition? If this artifact is so great why would you trust us to bring it back to you and not sell to the nearest merchant we find? Might we offer one another something we each wish not to lose as a binding or promise if you will of our intent and exchange?"

Jos looks about the tavern as if he thought of something great and wonderous.

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