DM Salsa Presents: The Rise of the Runelords (Inactive)

Game Master AdamWarnock

The goblin horde has been shattered. Sandpoint's heroes have proven themselves capable, but will they be able to defend their home from the things that lurk in the dark.


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Female Angel-Blooded Aasimar (Angelkin) Oracle (Dual-Cursed Oracle) 4 Init +0 | Perception +1 | AC15/T10/F14 | HP 42/42 (Resists: Acid 5/Cold 5/Electric 5) | Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +3 | CMB +7, CMD 17

Ting-Asuriel agrees with Noro-Asuriel, shaking her head in disbelief. "I better go with you. Let's go find Father Zantus and see if he can help with this disaster."


Transmuter Wizard 4 (Scrollmaster) Init +4 AC 14 (18)/ T 14/ F-F 10 (14) HP 30/30 Fort +3, Ref +6, Will +5 CMD 15

"Not from this height," Saroune-Fling remarks dryly. "At any rate, this type of magic is potent, but short-lived. I would expect it to dissipate by the end of the day. Ping, could I have a word? In private?"

Her gnomish body hops off the stool she had been perched on, grunting a the ground takes longer than expected to hit her feet. "I'm serious," she calls back to Ting-Saroune. "No experiments. No exploring. Nothing you would usually do."


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Did you call for Ting or Ping?


Transmuter Wizard 4 (Scrollmaster) Init +4 AC 14 (18)/ T 14/ F-F 10 (14) HP 30/30 Fort +3, Ref +6, Will +5 CMD 15

Saroune sighs. "Ping-Ping. Not Ping in... whoever's body."


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"Uh," both Ting-Saroune and Fling-Ameiko say, looking at where Ping-Horatio had been squirming.

Ameiko-Ping hops down and moves over to Saroune-Fling.

"Hey, it's fine. It's not like we're going to kill each other," she says, "besides, poor Ping is having to get used to more than just longer legs."

The grin on her face nearly takes in her ears.

Meanwhile, back at the table.

"Seriously, Thirzin! How do you not go mad? This beard itches!"

Sprig-Thirzin shouts as he scratches furiously at his cheeks, chin, and neck.


Transmuter Wizard 4 (Scrollmaster) Init +4 AC 14 (18)/ T 14/ F-F 10 (14) HP 30/30 Fort +3, Ref +6, Will +5 CMD 15

"Oh, goddess." Saroune complains, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I meant Ping as in the actual Ping. Not whoever is walking around in Ping's body."


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Noro and Asuriel:

After a short walk, both of you are at the cathedral. One of the acolytes recognizes Asuriel and after hearing that she and Fling need to see Father Zantus, takes them to his office.

"Ah, Asuriel and... Fling, isn't it? I'm afraid that you and your sisters look too alike for this old man to tell you apart easily," he says jovially, "Now, what can I do for you?"


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Saroune Anzoleta wrote:
"Oh, goddess." Saroune complains, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I meant Ping as in the actual Ping. Not whoever is walking around in Ping's body."

"Hey, I'm the actual Ping," Ameiko-Ping says indignantly.

Bluff: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25
It's not often I get to confuse the heck out of PCs. :D


Male Human (Chelaxian) Bard 4 | AC 17, T 13, FF 14 | hp 38/38 | F +4, R +7, W +4 (+4 vs. bardic performance, sonic, language-dependent) | CMD 18 | Init +5 | Perception +7 | Bardic performance 14/15; 1st-lvl 5/5, 2nd lvl 2/2 | Portrait

Utterly confused, and for once lost on what to do next, Horatio-Olivius sits silently contemplating his new body's alcohol tolerance and how much more awkward his disposition toward other party members has become.


Martial Flexibility 4/4 Init +5 | Percep 7 | AC 21/ T 13/ F-F 18 | HP 46/46 | Fort +10, Ref +7, Will +2 | CMD 19 (21 bull rush, sunder[Bardishe], 20 drag, overrun, trample, and trip)

Sprig-Olivius flutters over to Horatio-Olivius's shoulder and settles down. Living a day in someone else's shoes? Normally I'd train or go for a walk, but today I may just sit here and deny the fey their game...
I seriously have no idea what to do here other than go be a menace to society and start dazing everyone in sandpoint.


Female Human Barbarian 4// Init +2/ HP 61 (61) / 69 (69) // AC: 17(15)/T:12(10)/FF:15(12) - Percep: +9// F +8(+10)/R +3/W +3(+5)/CMB +9(+12) (+11(+14) grapple)- CMD 21 (23 grapple)

dot to reinvigorate


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A few days after the body swap incident, you awake to find Maver Kesk waiting for you in the tavern. Thirzin, Sprig and Ping had all left Sandpoint the previous day, heading for the moors west of the Stroval Plateau in Thirzin's case, and to Whistledown in the Ibbletings'.

"Ah, you're awake! Excellent! Please have a seat and have something to eat. I have something to ask all of you, if you'd hear it," he says.


Martial Flexibility 4/4 Init +5 | Percep 7 | AC 21/ T 13/ F-F 18 | HP 46/46 | Fort +10, Ref +7, Will +2 | CMD 19 (21 bull rush, sunder[Bardishe], 20 drag, overrun, trample, and trip)

Olivius wakes to an acceptable morning. It was cool and crisp, but a bit salty. He didn't mind the salt itself as such things are unavoidable in a coastal town. He did mind the smell of the docks that wafted up to greet him this morning.

Ever since letting go of his fake identity Olivius has loosened up. He's still military to the core, but there are more smiles now and more accent. He drifts between high Chelaxian and common slang at will, and seems to delight in the funny looks he gets because of it.

That morning he comes down in common clothes and an epic case of bed head. Before he sits he gets some water and an apple from behind the bar.


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Pavanna:

So, you've come back to magnimar with your mother, and it's been a few days since you've been back. How would Pavanna approach asking her mother about leaving Westcrown?


Female Human Barbarian 4// Init +2/ HP 61 (61) / 69 (69) // AC: 17(15)/T:12(10)/FF:15(12) - Percep: +9// F +8(+10)/R +3/W +3(+5)/CMB +9(+12) (+11(+14) grapple)- CMD 21 (23 grapple)

I don't recall really knowing Maver Kesk.

Noro had spent the past several days (both before and after the body swap incident) tring to deal with the events of the keep. getting her life back in order.

she started "working out" heavily, looking to improve her strength and stamina. determined to never be a victim again. and put some painful memories behind her, which is proving easier said than done.

Noro arrives at the Tavern shortly after Olives had taken a seat. she grabs a bottle of Sake and sits beside Olives.

What's all this about? she asks.


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Noro would know he's the Jeweler Pavanna and Asuriel have met him.


Martial Flexibility 4/4 Init +5 | Percep 7 | AC 21/ T 13/ F-F 18 | HP 46/46 | Fort +10, Ref +7, Will +2 | CMD 19 (21 bull rush, sunder[Bardishe], 20 drag, overrun, trample, and trip)

Oh, ya. I remember him.


Female Chelaxian Tiefling Bard (Archaeologist) 3/Cleric (Iomedae) 1
Quick Stats:
Perception +8, low-light, darkvision 120’ | Init +4 | AC 19/T 14/FF 15 | HP 36/36 (Resist cold 5, fire 5, electricity 5, DR2/cold iron) | Fort +4, Ref +6, Will +4 | CMD 16

Buttonholing a parent is never easy:
Pavanna’s been wrestling with how to broach the subject of Westcrown ever since the relief-force arrived in Sandpoint, and she’s well aware that Quinta would have noticed her pre-occupation almost instantly.
So, one morning after breakfast, when she has an hour or so free before her first lessons of the day, she taps on the open door of Quinta’s cell*. “Mother, can we speak somewhere tyled?” Her tone is respectful, yet certain and unyielding. Too much is unknown. Too much hangs in the balance. I need to know what we are fighting if I’m to know how to fight it!

* I have this image of the Iomedaean church favouring monastic-style cells for individual accommodations for semi-important individuals, and that those cells would double as their private offices.
‘Tyled’ — an old word for securing a site against intrusion or eavesdropping. In a world where magical surveillance measures like scrying abound, it would make sense for institutions like churches to have a secured space, like a permanent mage’s private sanctum, to discuss matters of grave importance. (Simply making the request should set off alarms in Quinta’s head.)


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Waiting on the rest of the Sandpoint crew to arrive downstairs before moving that forward.

Pavanna:

Makes sense to me. I am assuming that you told Quinta about what happened on and in Thistletop. Let me know if that's wrong.
Quinta looks up from the letter she is reading as Pavanna enters. She smiles, happy to see you no matter the reason, though when asked to speak somewhere tyled, the smile is quick to vanish.

"Certainly, Pavanna. I think they've added a new mosaic to the ceiling of the prayer hall," she says pleasantly before walking with Pavanna to one of the specially made rooms near the offices used by the higher clergy.

"I have to say Pavanna, I'm a little worried about what this conversation is about. You aren't your normal self," she says in a voice Pavanna's only heard a few times before. All of them having to deal with hellknights.


Male Human (Chelaxian) Bard 4 | AC 17, T 13, FF 14 | hp 38/38 | F +4, R +7, W +4 (+4 vs. bardic performance, sonic, language-dependent) | CMD 18 | Init +5 | Perception +7 | Bardic performance 14/15; 1st-lvl 5/5, 2nd lvl 2/2 | Portrait

Having spent his downtime in Sandpoint learning his way around Goberto's guitar, catching up with Rosaline, and attempting to convince her to return to Korvosa (a proposal she stubbornly refused to take - she was more like him than the bard cared to admit), Horatio is glad for the possibility of a new quest or task. Taking a seat at the table with a cup of sweet tea and an apple, he nods to Maver Kesk, adjusting the ties on his shirt-front and trying to get comfortable in the chair. "Always happy for a bit of excitement," he grins.


Female Angel-Blooded Aasimar (Angelkin) Oracle (Dual-Cursed Oracle) 4 Init +0 | Perception +1 | AC15/T10/F14 | HP 42/42 (Resists: Acid 5/Cold 5/Electric 5) | Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +3 | CMB +7, CMD 17

Asuriel hadn't seen Mr. Kesk since beautifully crafted holy symbol was crafted. When she catches sight of him a natural smile graces the aasimar's face. As she moves to take a seat and nods to Horatio's answer. "Of course we'll hear it Maver, what can we do for you this fine day?"


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Re: Rosaline and Luca
Rosaline has begun to help out around the Rusty Dragon, helping both Ameiko and Bethana. Though she's still recovering from her ordeal, she's been laughing and smiling more and more.

Luca, on the other hand, has taken up assisting Savah in her shop and helping out at the Cathedral. She was sad to see Thirzin and Sprig go ("Already too few dwarves in this town. Ye'd better come back in one piece! Both o' ye!") Despite a few days of mopeyness, her spirits have been lifting since leaving Thistletop. She's a cheery personality with a sharp wit and a tongue to match.

And back to the present:

"Hmm, Where's Ms. Anzoleta? Ah well, I can ask her when she shows up," Maver says excitedly, apparently growing impatient with waiting, "I was commissioned to make a holy symbol for a Lady Mearnag from magnimar shortly before the festival. I wasn't able to complete it until this past week. I'd been waiting on a shipment of gems since I'd run out of the ones I needed, but that's all boring shop-talk to you, isn't it," he says with a chuckle.

"Anyway, I've finished the symbol and was planning on heading to Magnimar to deliver it personally yesterday when I received a letter asking if I could convince the Heroes of Sandpoint to come along! The young lady really is looking forward to it, so I thought I'd make a business proposition to you. I'd like to hire you on as guards for the trip. I'm not expecting trouble, but I wanted to compensate you for your time. Would 20 gold for the trip be plenty? I'll provide room and board in Magnimar. It really is a magnificent city and we can stay a few days so you can see what the city has to offer," Maver grins as he makes his proposal, obviously excited by the idea.

Knowledge (Local) DC 20, Knowledge (Nobility) DC 15, or Horatio:
The Mearnags are new money among the Magnimaran nobility with most of the family's influence being in Dockside, Ordellia, and, if the rumors are true, the Underbridge.

Knowledge (Local) DC 15 or Horatio:
There was an incident shortly after midsummer at the arts festival in Magnimar involving a young violinist and Lord Mearnag's daughter. Halfway through the performance, the young lady was left in naught but her underwear. How this happened is a matter of intense speculation, but most of the rumors seem to indicate that it was the violinist's fault.

Knowledge (Local) DC 25:
Rumor has it that Lord Mearnag's rise to nobility was made using less than legal means. The more wild theories say he's an assassin or that he's some sort of fiend preying on the nobles and merchants and seeks to corrupt the city.


Martial Flexibility 4/4 Init +5 | Percep 7 | AC 21/ T 13/ F-F 18 | HP 46/46 | Fort +10, Ref +7, Will +2 | CMD 19 (21 bull rush, sunder[Bardishe], 20 drag, overrun, trample, and trip)

Kn: nobility: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Olivius has been out of touch with the nobility if the Inner Sea for years, so the name means nothing to him. He glances at Horatio to fill in the gaps.


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After taking some time to get their mounts ready, the Heroes of Sandpoint set off keeping watch over Maver and his small wagon pulled by a stalwart workhorse. The pace set by the jeweler is not going to set any records, but it is brisk enough and Maver assures you that you'll all be in Magnimar by the second evening.

Maver Kesk chats amiably as the small caravan heads south and west along the road.

"Ah, Asuriel, I see you are wearing a new holy symbol," Maver says with a mischievous grin, "how do you like it?"

Before I forget, you guys also have 3000 gp each for clearing out the catacombs beneath the Glassworks and razing Thistletop.


Female Human Barbarian 4// Init +2/ HP 61 (61) / 69 (69) // AC: 17(15)/T:12(10)/FF:15(12) - Percep: +9// F +8(+10)/R +3/W +3(+5)/CMB +9(+12) (+11(+14) grapple)- CMD 21 (23 grapple)

knowledge local: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
[occ] go deliver gaudy jewelry to some bimbo in Magnimar and get 20 gold -- got it, what could go wrong?[/ooc]

Noro was a little reluctant to take the job at first, but after what happened at Thistletop, maybe getting out of Sandpoint might be a good idea.

Noro rides opposite Olives, but it is obvious that Noro is not much of a horse person and has some trouble making the horse go straight. throwing Tien curses at the poor beast as they ride.


Martial Flexibility 4/4 Init +5 | Percep 7 | AC 21/ T 13/ F-F 18 | HP 46/46 | Fort +10, Ref +7, Will +2 | CMD 19 (21 bull rush, sunder[Bardishe], 20 drag, overrun, trample, and trip)

Olivius falls into the role of caravan guard naturally. He has years of experience in this, after all. He takes up the duties of caravan security from the outset. He sets watches, orders scouting, decides on rest areas, and generally takes to command like a fish to water. Looks like he takes after his Lord father just a little bit after all.


Female Angel-Blooded Aasimar (Angelkin) Oracle (Dual-Cursed Oracle) 4 Init +0 | Perception +1 | AC15/T10/F14 | HP 42/42 (Resists: Acid 5/Cold 5/Electric 5) | Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +3 | CMB +7, CMD 17

Magnimar?

The oracle's previous smile fades slowly as she turns her gaze towards her feet, becoming lost in thought. Why does it have to be Magnimar? He needs our help, surely we can make the trip for that reason? Magnimar is a large city, you probably won't need to go anywhere near Dockway. I'm sure it'll be fine.

Being from Magnimar Asuriel is quite familiar with the various districts of the city, but Lady Mearnag's name doesn't ring a bell. She mutters softly while still looking at her feet, "Lady Mernag is surely from the Summit, no? Will we be staying in the Alabaster district? Or perhaps Naos?"

When she takes note of him searching for Pavanna, Asuriel answers while still looking to the ground. "Oh she is just running some personal errands, I am sure we will be catching up to her soon enough."

Asuriel beams with Maver takes note of her holy symbol, her earlier hesitation faltering. She lifts it up at his acknowledge and looks down at it. "I am without words. Your skills as a craftsman surpass even the great masters of Magnimar. It is my most fond possession. Thank you, again."

Whoa 3000 each?! Time to go SHOPPING!


Transmuter Wizard 4 (Scrollmaster) Init +4 AC 14 (18)/ T 14/ F-F 10 (14) HP 30/30 Fort +3, Ref +6, Will +5 CMD 15

Saroune would have preferred to walk with the caravan, but the pace was too quick. She missed the languid travels of her youth; the sort that only a people without a place to call home might find pleasant. That was a different time though, and now she could tentatively call Sandpoint hers.

A barked order breaks her from the memory: Olivius. She had kept her distance from the soldier after the revelation of his identity, but even she had to admit that he looked more at ease now than in the months that she'd known him. She guides her horse towards the Chelaxian.

"You're a natural," she teases.


Male Human (Chelaxian) Bard 4 | AC 17, T 13, FF 14 | hp 38/38 | F +4, R +7, W +4 (+4 vs. bardic performance, sonic, language-dependent) | CMD 18 | Init +5 | Perception +7 | Bardic performance 14/15; 1st-lvl 5/5, 2nd lvl 2/2 | Portrait

Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17

When the party arrives at the stables, a quick head-count reveals one noticeably absent from the party: Horatio can't be seen anywhere. After nearly an hour, he finally arrives, his pack noticeably more stuffed than usual, wearing a well-worn and beaten tan tunic and brown trousers instead of his usual puffy-sleeved shirts and tight pants. An odd garment drapes over his shoulders - a large, diamond-shaped woollen cloth, brown with orange trim, with a hole cut in the middle for his head - and a wide-brimmed leather hat sits low over his eyes.

He quickly brushes off any questions and comments, explaining that "It's good to change into something unfamiliar once in a while", and that "The hat will do well to keep the sun off," despite the fact that the group rides away from the sun. Even more unusually, his violins don't travel on his person, as they normally would - instead, they go into the saddlebags slung over Fortinbras' flanks, and the masterwork guitar sits across his back instead.

GM:
Before we leave, Spoony will purchase a disguise kit and three scrolls of disguise self, if possible.

Let the games begin...


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Does anyone watch the Thrilling Intent channel on Youtube? I'm almost tempted to ask if Horatio is going by Markus Protagoneest. :P (Wizard Highschool Arc if you are curious)

Horatio:

Do you want me to roll for or do you want the "fun" option? :)

@Spoony: Oh they started the second Maver walked into the Rusty Dragon.

Rosaline just shakes her head at Horatio's getup.

"Horatio, you look like a rancher from the Plateau," she says in an exasperated voice, but otherwise keeps her comments to herself. The young Aldebrandt girl, fast on the mend from her ordeal thanks to help from just about everybody, had ben keeping herself busy helping Ameiko, but jumped at the chance to take a trip to Magnimar to see the city.

Horatio:

So, how much of your adventures have you told Rosaline?

==Asuriel's Holy Symbol==
"She lives in Naos, I believe, but spends much of her time in Ordellia," Maver answers when Asuriel asks about where his patron lives, "we'll be meeting her at a place called The Angel's Share on the Street of Taverns in the Capital District."

At Asuriel's thanks, Maver just winks and smiles.

==Saroune on Professionals and Naturals==
Maver chuckles at Saroune's comment. "That he is. I'm glad to have him along. I doubt the Licktoads will try anything, but it's never a bad idea ot be careful. I know Varisians prefer a more leisurely pace, but I'm afraid I have an appointment to make, and it'd be terribly rude to be late," he tells her in soft, understanding voice.


Male Human (Chelaxian) Bard 4 | AC 17, T 13, FF 14 | hp 38/38 | F +4, R +7, W +4 (+4 vs. bardic performance, sonic, language-dependent) | CMD 18 | Init +5 | Perception +7 | Bardic performance 14/15; 1st-lvl 5/5, 2nd lvl 2/2 | Portrait

GM:

Roll for what? My Disguise check? Spoony hasn't even used a scroll or put on his fake moustache/eyebrows yet! :P

As for Rosaline, Spoony's told her plenty. Filled her in on what's happening at home, mum and dad still in Bridgefront, yadda yadda. He'd have told her what's happened while he's been in Sandpoint, leaving out gruesome/graphic details and talking up the party a bit, but not too much. He's told her nothing about Magnimar.


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Horatio:

No for if he can even get them. :) I know they're under the limit, so I was going to make it like 85% chance he could get at least one. I was also going to roll for the quality of the disguise kit, although, Horatio just slapping on a fake mustache is amusing to me.

Also happy to know about her not knowing about Magnimar. :D


Male Human (Chelaxian) Bard 4 | AC 17, T 13, FF 14 | hp 38/38 | F +4, R +7, W +4 (+4 vs. bardic performance, sonic, language-dependent) | CMD 18 | Init +5 | Perception +7 | Bardic performance 14/15; 1st-lvl 5/5, 2nd lvl 2/2 | Portrait

GM:

Ah, then in that case, go for it. Let me know how the dice fall, and the quality of the disguise kit he can pick up. I'm tickled by the idea of a fake mustache and eyebrows, like Scruffy the Janitor in a poncho :P


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GM Screen:

Need to get under the mark to get it.
Scroll 1 (85%): 1d100 ⇒ 47
Scroll 2 (52%): 1d100 ⇒ 89
Scroll 3 (19%): 1d100 ⇒ 31

1-18 - Obviously fake mustache and eyebrows. (-12 on disguise checks, max result of 5)
19-33 - Cheap cosmetics and fake facial hair (-8 on disguise checks, max result of 7)
34-60 - Poor quality, Nobody will be able to tell unless they take more than a quick glance. (-4 on disguise checks, max result of 10)
61-75 - Fair quality, a good helping of skill can make up for the shortcomings in components of this kit. (-2 penalty on disguise checks)
75-90 - Average quality, Not bad, but not really a standout either. (no penalties)
90-99 - Good quality, Many of the things in it are well made and easy to use (+2 on disguise checks)
100 - Fine quality, A master's kit, it's fairly easy to get a good result (+4 on disguise checks)
Disguise kit quality: 1d100 ⇒ 91


Horatio:

You are only able to find one scroll of Disguise Self, but you do manage to get a good disguise kit at regular price.

Good Quality Disguise Kit, provides a +2 on disguise checks when used.


Martial Flexibility 4/4 Init +5 | Percep 7 | AC 21/ T 13/ F-F 18 | HP 46/46 | Fort +10, Ref +7, Will +2 | CMD 19 (21 bull rush, sunder[Bardishe], 20 drag, overrun, trample, and trip)

Olivius has the grace to blush a little at the praise. Just trying to keep you-us!-safe. he blunders.


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Maver just chuckles at Olivius' reaction.

"Never a bad thing, my friend," he says cheerfully, "it is always good to keep an eye out for trouble."

Is everyone okay with moving on to Magnimar?


Female Chelaxian Tiefling Bard (Archaeologist) 3/Cleric (Iomedae) 1
Quick Stats:
Perception +8, low-light, darkvision 120’ | Init +4 | AC 19/T 14/FF 15 | HP 36/36 (Resist cold 5, fire 5, electricity 5, DR2/cold iron) | Fort +4, Ref +6, Will +4 | CMD 16

The Alazario family discusses weighty matters:
Quote:

"Certainly, Pavanna. I think they've added a new mosaic to the ceiling of the prayer hall," [Quinta] says pleasantly before walking with Pavanna to one of the specially made rooms near the offices used by the higher clergy.

"I have to say Pavanna, I'm a little worried about what this conversation is about. You aren't your normal self," she says in a voice Pavanna's only heard a few times before. All of them having to deal with hellknights.

For reference, Salsa, Pavanna would have filed a full written after-action report about the Sandpoint affair within days of returning to the temple, including accountings of most of the events in as much detail as she could muster. She only glossed over three things — Olivius’ real identity, Lucian Gionni’s revelations about her parentage, and the exact Order of the Hellknight whose horse and gear they found in Thistletop — because she knows Quinta would certainly read that report at first chance, and Pavanna wants to get her mother’s input on whether or not certain facts should be part of any official record. That she could use them to shock/pry some answers out of her mother was not her first thought, nor her second, but it did occur to her.

Pavanna has struggled with how to handle this discussion for days. In the end, she decided that she had to be composed, rational, mature — adult.
“‘My normal self’ didn’t have quite so many things on her mind,” she returns, her tone rueful but level. “Like knowing that Hellknights of the Rack were operating in Varisia. When I saw the torturer’s-wheel emblem* on that horse’s tack at Thistletop, my heart almost stopped. Not least of all because Rackers are like cockroaches: they’re infuriatingly hard to kill, and they travel in sizeable troops that some call ‘intrusions’.” This is a rather bleak joke.

“Mother, when we left Westcrown, I asked you why we had to go, especially so abruptly and quietly. You said you’d tell me when I was older, when I truly needed to know. I love you, I trust you, I respect you... so I left it at that, and simply assumed that the Throne of Thrune had finally gotten tired of tolerating a hero of Iomedae living in the heart of Westcrown, showing the Wiscrani an alternative to the Hellknights and their devils. Even when someone’s agents pursued us out of Cheliax and all the way to Magnimar, I held my peace, simply assuming that they were Thrune’s people. But now, I am a woman grown, and old enough to know. We’ve spent almost six years looking over our shoulders for someone hunting us, and I need to know who I am looking out for... especially since we’re now deprived of” her voice wavers for a moment “one of those in the shadows who helped protect us.

“Who is after us, Mother? What do they want, from which of us, and why? Is this an official matter, or a private vendetta? If it was our beliefs, the Dorjanala would have been razed long ago. Is it something we said or did? Something we have, or know? Or is it something about who or what we are?” Would they be able to enlist the Rack in their hunt for us? goes unsaid, for now.

* The emblem of the Order of the Rack.

Local Knowledge: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19 Just to see if Pavanna would have heard about the incident with the Mearnag lass....


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Pavanna Knowledge Check:

I would say that you don't have a name, but you have most of the other details. There was an act at the arts festival with a young man and woman. The young woman's clothes literally fell apart and left standing on stage in her underwear.

Pavanna:

As you ask who is after you, Quinta wraps her arms around you in a fiercely protective embrace.

"I always dreaded the day you would ask me this," she says, "The night we left Westcrown, I had been given a choice. I could hand you over to your mother so she could rid herself of the 'embarrassment' of having a fiend-blooded child, or I could die alongside you. I made to leave, but they had other ideas. For the first time that night I killed in a cold-blooded rage. I slew her, her guards, and an armiger she'd brought in to bear witness. That was why we had to leave. That was why they hunted us, and still hunt us it seems."


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Post moving us along coming soon.
Well,
Soon-ish.


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The trip to Magnimar has been, thankfully, uneventful. It seems that, for now, the Lost Coast is at peace.

Although, there was a lot of booing and catcalls coming from the Devil's Platter as you passed it.

The two day journey is pleasantly cool and the weather is thankfully clear. Though clouds off to the west bring a promise of the autumn rains that normally drench the coast. As the sun is setting, you arrive at the gates to Magnimar and make your way to a street in the Capital District that is, perhaps, the most glorious sight Noro has seen. This is the Street of Taverns, where every single building is or houses a tavern. The sounds of carousing fill the air as Maver leads you to a pleasant place with a sign that bears the image of a modestly pretty woman with brown hair, white robes, a golden halo, and a pair of white-feathered wings. The writing below this celestial figure proclaims this to be the Angel's Share. Maver beckons all of you to follow him inside and soon, you are standing near a table with three young ladies, one with red hair and blue eyes, another with blond hair and green eyes, and the third with black hair and gray eyes, and more than enough room for all of you.

"Lady Mearnag, may I present the Heroes of Sandpoint," Maver says formally.

Horatio:

You recognize both Nuala and Peony, but haven't a clue about the third young lady, except...

Everyone:

There's something vaguely familiar about the black haired girl at the table.

Olivius:

Something, now that you are taking a closer look, is telling you that you should recognize the black-haired girl, though for the life of you, you can't quite place why.

Perception DC 10 and Sense Motive DC 10:

Nearby is a tall, brawny half-orc wearing a wide-brimmed hat. He sips at his drink and smiles at the jokes being told, but his attention is on the three ladies, and on you. He's not exactly subtle now that you've spotted him and his posture and attentiveness scream bodyguard.


Martial Flexibility 4/4 Init +5 | Percep 7 | AC 21/ T 13/ F-F 18 | HP 46/46 | Fort +10, Ref +7, Will +2 | CMD 19 (21 bull rush, sunder[Bardishe], 20 drag, overrun, trample, and trip)

Olivius is relieved when they finally arrive in Magnimar. The city would have set him on edge just a few months ago, but since he stopped acting like a nobody in front of this friends he has found that his paranoia has gone down considerably.

perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
SM: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 = 4

Olivius is far too busy focusing on why he should know who the black haired lady is for him to notice much else. He holds his tongue, waiting for Lady Mearnag to speak.


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Nuala smiles and stands to give a curtsy to the Heroes of Sandpoint, plus Maver and Rosaline.

"Well met. I am Nuala Mearnag, and this is my friend," she begins introducing everyone, starting with the blonde girl, "Peony. The young lady here," Nuala begins to introduce her companions, only to be interrupted as the black-haired girl takes a closer look at the group.

Or rather, at a particular member of the group.

"OLIVES!" The young woman cries out as she practically leaps from her seat and gives the noble turned caravan guard a rib bruising embrace.

"Well, that's one set of introductions that just became superfluous," the young noble chuckles. "The young lady currently trying to choke Olives there is Meiling."

Turning back to the others she grins and asks, "may I have your names? I've already heard several stories and more than a few songs about how you defeated all of the goblin tribes around Sandpoint, and a particularly vicious battle versus a dancing goblin for a lady's hand. I'd love to hear all of it, but I think I need to take care of my business with Maver before the stories begin."

She chuckles again before turning to Maver, but for just a moment, her eyes narrow as they cross on of the group's members.

Go ahead and introduce yourselves. I'll move on once everyone's gotten that out of the way.


Male Human (Chelaxian) Bard 4 | AC 17, T 13, FF 14 | hp 38/38 | F +4, R +7, W +4 (+4 vs. bardic performance, sonic, language-dependent) | CMD 18 | Init +5 | Perception +7 | Bardic performance 14/15; 1st-lvl 5/5, 2nd lvl 2/2 | Portrait

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Having taken the time to apply grey hair dye and a fake salt-and-pepper moustache before the group enters the tavern, as well as slouching and thrusting his hands deep into the pockets of a coat too large for him, Horatio feels confident in his disguise until he sees Nuala and Peony. He swallows, fear gripping his throat - Maybe she hasn't noticed me yet? - and, dropping his head further, tries to use the crowds in the tavern to slip away before she can confirm her suspicions, staying away from the obvious hired muscle.

Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28


Martial Flexibility 4/4 Init +5 | Percep 7 | AC 21/ T 13/ F-F 18 | HP 46/46 | Fort +10, Ref +7, Will +2 | CMD 19 (21 bull rush, sunder[Bardishe], 20 drag, overrun, trample, and trip)

Olivius knew who it was before the Lady made it clear, but the girl - woman! - in his arms note was not the one he left, and not the one in his nightmares. When he had left home she was just starting to come into womanhood. Now he held a woman grown. The whole thing was shocking. He couldn't thing of what to say... So he didn't.

He had been struggling with his nightmares ever since they were forced on him. Things like that tended to re-occur. But now, holding his beloved sister in his arms, they seem farther away and not nearly as haunting.


Female Human Barbarian 4// Init +2/ HP 61 (61) / 69 (69) // AC: 17(15)/T:12(10)/FF:15(12) - Percep: +9// F +8(+10)/R +3/W +3(+5)/CMB +9(+12) (+11(+14) grapple)- CMD 21 (23 grapple)

Noro watches with interest at the sudden affection toward Olives.

But she soon returns her attention back to the nobles.

I'm Noro, and while that particular tale is an interesting one, it was enough to live it, I would rather not hear nor speak of it any more.

sense motive Dc 10:

Something about that encounter hit a nerve with Noro, and it is scene she thinks best forgotten. she does not want any part of that story.

Noro takes a seat, reaching for the nearest drink to check it out, seeing if it is potent enough for her liking.

satisfied she makes herself comfortable as the rest make their introductions.


Transmuter Wizard 4 (Scrollmaster) Init +4 AC 14 (18)/ T 14/ F-F 10 (14) HP 30/30 Fort +3, Ref +6, Will +5 CMD 15

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 9
Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 11

Do we know that Horatio is trying to avoid this woman?

Saroune practically flinches as the group turns onto the Street of Taverns. This was not her environment, not one bit. Not that Saroune didn't appreciate a bit of revelry, but this bordered on lunacy. She quickly follows the party into the Angel's Share.

While introductions are being made, she eyes Meiling with amusement, and a hint of jealousy. Before she's caught staring, however, she introduces herself with a tight bow. "My name is Saroune," she offers. "I'm sure the things you've heard are exaggerated." The wizard takes a seat next to Noro.


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Well, I'd say it's obvious he's trying to avoid somebody. I'd say you'd have to sense Horatio's motive to figure out who. I'd say a 15, or Horatio could roll a bluff.


Transmuter Wizard 4 (Scrollmaster) Init +4 AC 14 (18)/ T 14/ F-F 10 (14) HP 30/30 Fort +3, Ref +6, Will +5 CMD 15

I guess what I'm asking is... would I know enough about what he's up to to avoid blowing his cover entirely? The lady asked for a story, and who's better at stories than Horatio?


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I think that'd be up to you and Horatio. I can't really make the call on how much Horatio has let on beyond what's already in game. He's completely changed his outfit, and he's trying to slink away. Beyond that, I can't tell you what he has and hasn't said or done.


Martial Flexibility 4/4 Init +5 | Percep 7 | AC 21/ T 13/ F-F 18 | HP 46/46 | Fort +10, Ref +7, Will +2 | CMD 19 (21 bull rush, sunder[Bardishe], 20 drag, overrun, trample, and trip)

Olivius finally pulls out of the big and tries to ask one if the hundreds of questions gliding his head. He fails entirely. What... How... When?

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