Falcon's Hollow MiniAP Round 2 (Inactive)

Game Master Azure_Zero

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Female Erinyes Warpriest (Sacred Fist)/Erinyes 1

The Kirk

Ashlyn shakes off her confusion and reminds herself of what she had promised to do. "Lady Cirthana, there's someone here to see you. He's waiting at the vestibule."

Ashlyn then prepares a pot of tea. She brings the tray out and pours a cup for the stranger and the Lady.

"Be careful; it's hot."

Perception DC 10:

The steam coming off the tea indicates that the liquid is scalding hot, but Ashlyn is handling the pot bare-handed -- and not being burned.


Male Angel Inactive

Mahonrai continues to wait in line, mostly patiently. Maybe patience was one of the things that his lord wanted him to work on.


Laurel:

Laurel replies to Brunhild's words
"Your right that the people are stubborn, but they know if he puts up the right warning sign they'll go to the few other water sources."


Adroushan you find the line to the Roots and Remedies, and you spot an angel in it.


Lady Cirthana:

Ashlyn Farwynd wrote:

The Kirk

Ashlyn shakes off her confusion and reminds herself of what she had promised to do. "Lady Cirthana, there's someone here to see you. He's waiting at the vestibule."
....*

"Thank you for tending to that, while I was occupied."


Male Human (Ebou Dari) Wilder 5 Hp 40/40 Init +3; Perception +13 AC 18; Fort +5, Ref +7, Will +7

Roots and Remedies

Looking at the otherworldly being, Adroushan feels a slight twinge of apprehension. The moment passes though, as the cleric smiles at himself.
Some things are just the way the are.

Noticing the line to gain entrance, the youth joins in at the end.
Tapping the person in front of him, he asks,
There seems to be quite the business here. May I ask why?


I'll let that be the Angel who's next in line


Male Human (Ebou Dari) Wilder 5 Hp 40/40 Init +3; Perception +13 AC 18; Fort +5, Ref +7, Will +7

Not intimidating at all fir a dhampir...lol.

Dark Archive

male Human Oracle 8 (divine herbalist-life mystery) 75 hp max, +6 f, +6 r, +8 w, perc +19, init +7

Anatoli nods to the fellow willing to show him around town saying; so fellow, what is your name and what are the highlights of this 'fine' town?


Urban Barbarian 1 || Rogue 1 | HP 14/14 | AC 17 T 13 FF 14 | CMB +5 CMD 18 | F +4 R +5 W +2 | Init +6 | Per +4 | Speed 30 feet

Seeing the length of line, Zegenva realizes that it would likely be quite a while before she could get in the Roots and Remedies to see Laurel.
Leaving the area, she heads towards the The Kirk to see Lady Cirthana. At the same time, she attempts to remain unnoticed by the angel.
Stealth: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22


Kabran:

Kabran smiles as he speaks
"Oh this place has some fine establishments, but also underhanded folks as well,
like those in the Farmer's Alliance where they control the price of food here and make it expensive....
And Sheriff Deldrin Baleson is corrupt..."


Male Angel Inactive
Androushan wrote:
There seems to be quite the business here. May I ask why?

Mahonrai smiles down at the man.

I have some questions about that myself. One of the women in line says that there is a seasonal illness that affects this area, but that this particular illness is unusual. I want to see if there are any commonalities among the people that are sick. I fear there is more going on here than a seasonal illness... I have felt some power at work here, though I have yet to determine whether it is evil... if it is related, and the source of this illness, it could be Urgathoa or one of her ilk. ... That would be quite bad.

Mahonrai realizes that he is babbling, and stops himself.

I apologize for the barrage of thoughts. My name is Mahonrai. Who do I have the pleasure of addressing?


Male Human (Ebou Dari) Wilder 5 Hp 40/40 Init +3; Perception +13 AC 18; Fort +5, Ref +7, Will +7

Roots and Remedies

Nodding his head in being addressed, Adroushan holds out his hand in greeting.

Erastil's greetings. Adroushan, I am but a humble woodsman of Old Dead Eye. I just freshly arrived here, and have been warned of some illness. As I have some small skill in healing, I am seeking out a Laurel, to see about offering my meager aid.

The hunter for Erastil looks at the angel and--actually--smiles.

Perception DC 10:
Physical Description: Tall and slender and with well-defined musculature, dhampirs look like statuesque humans of unearthly beauty. Their hair, eye, and skin colors resemble unnerving versions of their mothers'; many possess a ghastly pallor, particularly in the sunlight, while those with dark complexions often possess skin the color of a bruise.

While many dhampirs can pass as humans in ideal conditions, their features are inevitably more pronounced and they move with an unnaturally fluid grace. All dhampirs have elongated incisors. While not true fangs, these teeth are sharp enough to draw blood, and many suffer a reprehensible desire to indulge in sanguinary delights, despite the fact that the act provides most no physical benefit.

Dark Archive

male Human Oracle 8 (divine herbalist-life mystery) 75 hp max, +6 f, +6 r, +8 w, perc +19, init +7

sense motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Sounds about right for a lot of border out of the way towns. What was your name again? Call me Anatoli.


Male Aasimar Sorcerer 1 | Scaled Fist 1

The Kirk
"Ah, my thanks."

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
Knowledge (planes): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Carth accepts the tea and sips its slowly, careful not to burn himself.
"Pardon my manners, but I couldn't help but notice you aren't bothered by the heat from the teapot. I normally wouldn't ask personal questions of someone I just met, but in fact this is exactly the sort of thing I'm here to talk to the lady about. There is definitely something interesting about you, I wanted to say Erinyes, but you have no wings, and you seem a great deal too welcoming for that to be true."

"Either way, Lady Cirthana. My name is Carth I've only arrived recently but I was hoping you might help me with my research."
Carth removes his hood, His skin is ash grey and his eyes appear to burn like embers. His hair is pure white and tied back in a loose bun, loose strands kept out of his eyes by small black horns.

"See, im an aasimar, my parents too, as pure blood as they can be according to the history books. Clearly, that isn't entirely true. Somehow the blood of demons runs in my veins, and maybe a bit of dragon as well. I surely don't want to know what family dinners were like. I was hoping to find some information here, on angels, demons, dragons, or any combination of the former. My search so far has lead me no where."


Female Erinyes Warpriest (Sacred Fist)/Erinyes 1

The Kirk

She glances down and realizes she's holding the teapot in a manner that would burn her were she not resistant. She sets it down quickly and rubs her hand on her skirt even though there was no wound.

Ashlyn exchanges a somewhat panicked look with the Lady Cirthana and steps back. When Carth continues to speak to the priestess about his own heritage and doesn't appear accusatory, she calms. She returns to her duties attending to the tea, her hands only slightly trembling.


Male Angel Inactive

Roots and Remedies

Androushan wrote:

Nodding his head in being addressed, Adroushan holds out his hand in greeting.

Erastil's greetings. Adroushan, I am but a humble woodsman of Old Dead Eye. I just freshly arrived here, and have been warned of some illness. As I have some small skill in healing, I am seeking out a Laurel, to see about offering my meager aid.

The hunter for Erastil looks at the angel and--actually--smiles.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

You get the feeling that Mahonrai knows what you are. He just doesn't care.

Mahonrai shakes Androushan's hand. Erastil, eh? Are you an archer? I always thought that Erastil was a little too strict about the law... But he sure can shoot, can't he? Wow. Good to know you.

Ha ha... I think he can tell without a roll, but fair trade:

Perception DC 5:

This tall, human-like creature has long, feathery wings and [no wings till 5th level] a gentle inner radiance that makes it difficult to look directly at.
A typical astral deva looks human except for its wings [and apparently the glowing]; though some look like other humanoid races and a rare few have even more unusual forms. An astral deva is 7-1/2 feet tall and weighs 250 pounds. [Can't hide what he is till 4th level.]

Knowledge Planes DC 10:

Astral devas are messengers of the gods of good. They watch over planar travelers and sponsor powerful mortals, pushing them to take on good causes. Astral devas are usually created by deities from the souls of good mortals, though some souls spontaneously transform into astral devas without the intervention of a deity. Their skills and abilities make them excellent scouts and elite agents for celestial armies.


Male Human (Ebou Dari) Wilder 5 Hp 40/40 Init +3; Perception +13 AC 18; Fort +5, Ref +7, Will +7

And here comes the cleric woe of only 2+Int skill ranks...lol.

knowledge planes: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (19) + 0 = 19

Adroushan smiles again at Mahonrai.
Aye, I am His disciple, although, I am just joining His Hunt.

Sweet! A cleric that knows something!

Adroushan takes a moment to study the tall figure of Mahonrai.

Mahonrai, I am certain that we both have been sent here at this time to help these people. Not only with this outbreak, but, perhaps, to more. I have been told of repression.


Kabran:

GM Eyes:

b: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15
rogue talent re-roll
b: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29

You believe him, Anatoli.

Kabran speaks
"I'm Kabran, I run a local establishmnet that the people enjoy, but the Sheriff want's shut down."


Urban Barbarian 1 || Rogue 1 | HP 14/14 | AC 17 T 13 FF 14 | CMB +5 CMD 18 | F +4 R +5 W +2 | Init +6 | Per +4 | Speed 30 feet

I am assuming that I can reach the Kirk without incident.

Zegenva approaches the Kirk slowly, as if with trepidation. As always, she is uncomfortable around religious buildings, having never gone into them on official business. Steeling herself, she approaches the door and knocks, making sure that her horns and tail remain as hidden as they can.

Sleight of Hand: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23


Lady Cirthana:

Lady Cirthana replies to Carth
"Well Carth, I'd hate to say it, but the record here don't go that far back.
I also find angels and demons being together would almost be a contradiction to their natures."


The line moves a bit and Mahonrai for a moment you sense the same kind and power of sovereignty, but this one feels gentler and warmer


Zegenva as you stand at the door a tall beautiful, and curvy red haired woman speaks to you from behind.

"A house of God allows for no lies or concealment of truth with in it's grounds,
where even those of sin, and shame can find acceptance.
Even those born of an infernal line, Zegenva."

Zegenva sees her.


Zegenva you now hear the door open and look to the opening door
then back and the woman is gone.


Urban Barbarian 1 || Rogue 1 | HP 14/14 | AC 17 T 13 FF 14 | CMB +5 CMD 18 | F +4 R +5 W +2 | Init +6 | Per +4 | Speed 30 feet

Zegenva looks back towards the door to see who opened the door.


assumeing here that Ashlyn heard the knocking and came to the door while Lady Cirthana is talking to Carth.


Female Erinyes Warpriest (Sacred Fist)/Erinyes 1

Hearing the knock on the main door, Ashlyn eagerly excuses herself.

The door to the kirk is opened by a young woman with jet-black hair and gaunt cheekbones. A bronze holy symbol of Sarenrae hangs from a chain around her neck. Her garments are otherwise simple unadorned.

"Yes? Can I help you?"

Dark Archive

male Human Oracle 8 (divine herbalist-life mystery) 75 hp max, +6 f, +6 r, +8 w, perc +19, init +7

well Kabran, what manner of establishment are you running? Perhaps I can have a look and see if there is something that can be done?


Kabran:

"I run a small parlor, that entertains people, enough to forget their troubles for a short while."

Dark Archive

male Human Oracle 8 (divine herbalist-life mystery) 75 hp max, +6 f, +6 r, +8 w, perc +19, init +7

what has the sheriff up in your business? Refuse to pay his fees? Anatoli says as he scratches his chin.


Male Angel Inactive

Spoilers not to hide things, but only to make conversations easier to track:

Line outside Roots and Remedies:

Androushan wrote:
Mahonrai, I am certain that we both have been sent here at this time to help these people. Not only with this outbreak, but, perhaps, to more. I have been told of repression.

Perhaps you are right. But repression of what?

DM wrote:
The line moves a bit and Mahonrai for a moment you sense the same kind and power of sovereignty, but this one feels gentler and warmer

I sense powers moving within the town. I am not sure why, but this seems to be a center of divine attention right now. I wonder what is at stake here.


Male Human (Ebou Dari) Wilder 5 Hp 40/40 Init +3; Perception +13 AC 18; Fort +5, Ref +7, Will +7

Roots and Remedies

Adroushan nods in agreement.

I am not as in tune with the divine, as a whole, but I believe you. Erastil has given me charge over Communities, and this one needs assistance.I am thinking that we may need to get this line moving, so we can speak to this Laurel.


The line mores up more and you next to the door now.

Just to speed things up.

If the angel wants to know more, he might to wanting to ask PCs at the Kirk.... for Hints....


Male Aasimar Sorcerer 1 | Scaled Fist 1

The Kirk

"Well it would be a contradiction, almost unheard of, which is why i'm so interested. Besides it would appear that you harbor devils in your church which seems a contradiction of its own. Not that I mind, she seems amiable enough and I'm sure there is a good story there. But it is quite unusual, I have been turned away from such places on the grounds of my appearance alone."


Male Human (Ebou Dari) Wilder 5 Hp 40/40 Init +3; Perception +13 AC 18; Fort +5, Ref +7, Will +7

Roots and Remedies

Patient like a still and silent bird of prey, the hunter for Erastil awaits their admittance.


Male Angel Inactive

Almost inside Roots and Remedies:

Laurel is inside? I am glad to hear that. Someone I talked to referred her to me, without giving her own name unfortunately. I worry that everyone in town is afraid of me, and I won't get very good information on my own. I am glad to have you with me.


Male Human (Ebou Dari) Wilder 5 Hp 40/40 Init +3; Perception +13 AC 18; Fort +5, Ref +7, Will +7


Roots and Remedies

The dhampir smiles at the angel.

Appearance means little when good actions accompanies it.


Male Angel Inactive

Outside Roots and Remedies:

True, my friend. Very true.


F Dwarf Elementalist Shifter (1) HP 14/14 | AC 12, FF 10, Touch 12, +2 vs Water/Aquatic | Fort +6 Ref +4 Will +4, +3 Hardy | Init +2 | CMD +16 (MF-17) | Perception +8 | Minor Form (4/4)

Brunhild exits. She comes out with a Greatsword of all things strapped to her back, looking more like an adventurer or barbarian than a healer. Seeing Adroushan...

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

...she frowns. ”You look sick. Come in, you’re at the right place. At least your sickness looks new.”


When Mahonrai and Adroushan enter

The smell of burnt earth and spicy incense chokes the air of the cramped, mud-tracked shop.
Bunches of dried herbs hang from the ceiling, along with dangling pots, presses, alchemical apparatuses, and glassware of more arcane purposes.
Pouches of rare plants, jars of colored glass, and all manner of dried, preserved, and jellied animal parts fill high shelves and tables doing double duty as displays and workspaces.
In the shop’s rear, a rail-thin woman with severe-l­ooking spectacles and hair pulled back tightly busies herself between an overpacked rack of
herbs, a table covered in stray powders and measuring equipment, and a pot loudly b­ubbling over with thick gray froth.
Over the din of her work and without looking up, the woman impatiently shouts, “And what’s your problem?”


F Dwarf Elementalist Shifter (1) HP 14/14 | AC 12, FF 10, Touch 12, +2 vs Water/Aquatic | Fort +6 Ref +4 Will +4, +3 Hardy | Init +2 | CMD +16 (MF-17) | Perception +8 | Minor Form (4/4)

Brunhild smirked. She remembered the angel from the tavern, and loved how Laurel did not allow herself to be cowed or awed.


Male Angel Inactive

DM said that the Tavern scene isn't canon. :)

I'd like to know where this disease is coming from. It seems unusual that so many people would be getting ill at the same time.


Male Human (Ebou Dari) Wilder 5 Hp 40/40 Init +3; Perception +13 AC 18; Fort +5, Ref +7, Will +7

Roots and Remedies

The cleric raises an eyebrow at the greatsword strapped to the woman's back, but follows.

Adroushan enters the shop. He looks around, seeing as he expected.

Excuse us, but, are you Laurel? My name is Adroushan. I am a cleric of Erastil. I have come to you to offer what meager aid that I have. This Community needs assistance!


F Dwarf Elementalist Shifter (1) HP 14/14 | AC 12, FF 10, Touch 12, +2 vs Water/Aquatic | Fort +6 Ref +4 Will +4, +3 Hardy | Init +2 | CMD +16 (MF-17) | Perception +8 | Minor Form (4/4)

”Look. Now we have an cleric and an angel in here saying that the situation is out of control. Just roping off the Well isn’t going to cut it. We need to do something!”


Male Angel Inactive

The well? Is that where this disease is coming from?

... I apologize for being abrupt. My name is Mahonrai. I am just trying to figure out what is going on. I am sensing some... unusual things in this area.


Female Erinyes Warpriest (Sacred Fist)/Erinyes 1

Ashlyn stands in the entryway and studies the short woman who had knocked on the door of the kirk.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

She doesn't immediately notice anything odd about her, except maybe something off about her eyes.

"Hello, my name is Ashlyn. I'm a priestess of Sarenrae, but the Lady Cirthana is the priestess of Iomedae who runs this temple. She's seeing someone right now. Might I be able to help you with something?" she asks the visitor.


Laurel

Laurel replies
"I told Deldrin about that before I went to bed last night, since it was something to be concerned about.
Now I would of told him more if I weren't exhausted from doing my work and then a little extra work."

Laurel pauses a bit
"I have confirmed that there is Blackscour in the well, and it is a fungus that’s not good for anything.
Hard, bitter, and sharp, it likes the water and gets you sick if you drink it down.
Never heard of it growing around these parts, though, until now."

Laurel then has a bit more serious of a tone
"Now blackscour taint is a sickness, almost like any other, but you get the mold growing in you.
It starts eating away in your chest and belly and is damned determined to stay.
Your body near turns itself inside-out trying to hack the stuff up, but all that does is cuts your guts up… bad."


Male Human (Ebou Dari) Wilder 5 Hp 40/40 Init +3; Perception +13 AC 18; Fort +5, Ref +7, Will +7

Roots and Remedies

Adroushan listens intently, being only a newbie on herbs and such.

If you know the cause, how about a cure?


Urban Barbarian 1 || Rogue 1 | HP 14/14 | AC 17 T 13 FF 14 | CMB +5 CMD 18 | F +4 R +5 W +2 | Init +6 | Per +4 | Speed 30 feet

Studying Ashlyn for a moment, Zegenva replies to her question
Since you gave me your name, I'll give you mine. I am called Zegneva, and I am currently working up at the The Sittin' Duck. I'd come to ask Lady Cirthana if she knew anythin' about the sickness goin' round town. I saw the lines outside o' the Roots and Remedies, and had heard that somethin' like this had happened before, about seven years ago. Since shes meetin' with someone, would you happen to know anything about this sicknss?

Pausing for a moment, and slightly turning to look behind her to where the woman had stood before she disappeared, she asks Ashlyn another question
You didn't happen to see a woman standin' behind me when you opened the door, did you?


Laurel

Roots and Remedies

Laurel replies
"Not around here. I’ll get these folks what I can and we’ll see what good it does.
But my grandmother’s book has a brew in it that says its good for this kind of thing.
A weird concoction that sounds more like hoojoo than real medicine."

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