Looking around, Shilyn's eyes come to rest on the boxes that have thus far escaped their notice. "Well, we may want to check these out as well as the chests," she says. "We may find more clues on getting that key. If nothing else, we can see what's in them or stack them to help breach the distance."
She walks over to the first box and gives it a look prior to opening.
perception 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
"We are locked in here too... maybe one of these keys opens that door." Lore shrugs and looks up at the one hanging from the ceiling a bit confused. "How are we supposed to get that one down. Even if we climb on each other, can we get high enough? I'm willing to try, I'm light and can go on top."
From the room desc in spoiler to Lore and I: "You see some treasure chests, some boxes, you see a table with some potions. Nothing looks threatening." Went back and re-read the desc to see if I was missing something. If I mis-interpreted, please disregard post and my apologies :)
Not much to add to what is going on...but wanted to get a post in so y'all know I am still here. Guess Bander will be the gruff silent type right now...
Gods' damn it, locked in a fricking room with some stupid chests and some fracking keys. If this doesn't end soon I'm going to crack some one's head.
Bander grumbles under his breath a variety of expletives and wanders over to the potions sitting on the table. "Hey we know any thing about these fricking things?"
Spellcraft check 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
I did say boxes. Okay there are boxes in there... (There actually aren't in the module, I think I called a chest a box, and then decided that you would know they were chests being a rogue, and then forgot to delete "boxes". So now you got boxes, lol.)
Obviously, the boxes are too small or flimsy to be of use in getting the key, hence escaped notice and most likely filled with unimportant junk ;)
After searching through a couple of the boxes, Shilyn finally gives up as they are of no use for what they need and she really has little interest in other people's sentimental keepsakes.. unless they're of value of course.
She wanders back over to the table. "Well, we a table.. and we could place the chests on top for something to stand on. That would give us a bit more height, " she says thinking outloud. "I'm still curious about this cloth.. could it have a pocket or something in which a key rests?"
The chests are immovable.
The only thing I am concerned about with the pyramid is that x person can support y's weight... which shouldn't be a problem, as you all don't really have anything heavy at this point. So, go ahead and get that going, and I'll just need a sleight of hand from the top person if it is a person. IF it is a cat, I'll just need some attack rolls to bat it down (although the cat might be content to just let it keep swinging back and forth and hitting it, without trying to break it off the string it is held to. :) )
With a sniff and a sigh, Ahzrin also takes his place at the bottom next to Thaddaeus, cursing under his breath at the large size his half-orc heritage has granted him.
Shilyn pauses for a moment then begins shedding her equipment. Setting her pack and bow down, she pulls off her armor and removes her rapier. Carefully stacking her things, she walks over to where Ahzrin and Thaddaeus awaits. "Well, no time like the present. I always did want to be on top," she says with a laugh before climbing on top of their shoulders.
Slight of hand (untrained) if she's topmost:
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 1st attempt
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23 2d attempt
Bander stands by with his hands raised to catch Shilyn if she should fall. "Frickin' stupidest idea I've ever seen. Buildin' a pile of people to get a damn key. Next thing we will come up with is havin' my flea bitten excuse of a cat start negotiatin' for us. But knowin' how these things end up it will probably just work, damnit."
Latching onto the key, she promptly drops it to Lore. "Here you go," she says as she carefully climbs back down. Throwing the two guys a wink, "Bet you never had a half-elf climb all over you before, eh?" With a laugh, she pushes the hair back from her eyes and goes to retrieve her gear and spends a moment putting it back on and adjusting it.
Thaddaeus blushes slightly. Can't say as I have...but back in Falcon's Hollow I once heard a tale of an Elven Bard and his Kobold Half-Sister...but that's a tale best told after spending an hour or so at a tavern. Remind me later....
Lore catches the key and stands before the solid looking silver chest since none of the other keys opened it. She looks from the key to the others and waits a moment. "Should I try this key in the silver chest? The other keys didn't work in it."
Grinning at Thaddaeus, Shilyn simply replies, "You're on.. first round's on you."
Once again armored with her rapier back on her hip, she picks up her pack and slips it over her shoulders. Picking up her bow, she slings it across her back to rest on her pack. "Hopefully the key will fit the silver box.. then we can figure out where the other one goes." Nodding to Lore she says, "The honor's all yours."
The door opens. THe servant is standing there, looking at an hourglass. Ah, you passed. So good to see that. In about 10 minutes I was going to come in and rescue you. I am happy to report that you can keep the map. Please leave the keys with me. It also looks like none of you set off the blue dye. Very good.
So do you take the curious looking "stick" with you? Bander and Lore think it might be more than a stick.
Lore will take the stick if the servant doesn't object to her doing so. Lore hands the stick over to Bander to examine magically and with his skills.
(There, ninja'd post fixed)
Bander lets out a grunt, almost sounding satisfied if a grunt could sound satisfied, as the door out of the room finally opens to Thaddeus’ unlocking. “About Gods’ dang time. I was beginning to think we’d end up draw straws to see who got eaten first if we didn’t get out of there. “ Pausing by the silver chest as he passes, Bander reaches down and grabs the odd liking stick. Turning it over in his scarred and calloused hands he examines it closely as he follows the others out the door.
Eli slinks along in his master wake giving the servant a haughty and disdainful look. The black cat then catches up to Lore and once again begins rubbing against her legs attempting to get some attention.
Bander casts detect magic and studies the “stick.”
Spellcraft check 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
ninja'd by Lore...oh well
"One more errand then it's back to the lodge.. so Thaddaeus can buy those drinks and quell the voices in his head," Shilyn says teasingly as she walks by Thadd, patting him on the shoulder in passing.
"To the mines then?"
With a laugh, Shilyn looks over at the others and says, "Well.. we are going to see a Chelish Noblewoman.. She'd probably want to send us to the mines just on principle."
Oh, I got confused with the mines thing. Are you all going to see the Paracountess, (the last stop).
Assuming you are:
As you travel, you feel like you are being watched.
You make it to the townhouse of the Paracountess Zarta Dralneen’s townhouse in the Ivy District—one of several homes the noblewoman keeps around Absalom.
You come upon a magnificent gothic structure three stories in height. The ebon lacquered double doors wrought with
gleaming silver fixtures greet the characters, a prickly
brass cone hanging from a chain serving as the door
chime. Moments after ringing it, a servant in loose
casual attire opens the door, greeting the Pathfinders
as if expected. If questioned, the servant remains quiet,
only responding when pressed, and then with only a few
simple words: “My mistress will answer any questions
you have once we reach her quarters.”
Led through well-appointed sitting rooms, ballrooms,
and a grand stairway granting a view of an elaborate
study, you finally arrive on the third floor of the
house, at the door of Zarta’s personal study, which lies
beyond her bedroom. Knocking upon the door and
announcing his presence, the servant opens the darkly
stained wooden door.
A large intricate carpet dominates the marble floor
in this sitting room. A chaise sits along the north
wall and a desk spans the southeast corner, its chair
positioned with its back to the southwest corner of the
room. Three comfortable chairs are positioned around
a small, low circular table.
Sitting in the chair behind the desk, Paracountess Zarta
Dralneen regards the PCs with a wry smile, putting away a few papers before standing to address the hopeful Pathfinders.
“Aldor, you are dismissed. Close the door behind you and
attend to your other tasks.” She then turns her attention to the
group. “It’s always so incredibly adorable when I see a freshfaced
batch of Pathfinders. I mean, look at you scrumptious
little teacakes. I could eat each and every one of you up.”
“I assume this isn’t a
pleasure visit since most of you are terribly overdressed for
that manner of occasion, so that must mean you are here for
that trinket Valsin has been nagging me about. Seems I can’t
get that man around these parts anymore,” she gestures,
sliding her hand down her body and widening the gesture
to sweep out and across the room as if her home were a
secondary thought. “On the good side, he always sends me
all the precious new recruits.
“Many think we in Cheliax serve and worship devils, but
that couldn’t be further from the truth. In fact, we use the
creatures for their power. They serve us and we sculpt their power in our own interests. The world must come to terms
with the order of things. People need to know their place and
operate accordingly. It is the only way to make order from this
world. Too many people stretch too far beyond their station,
making waves and eroding the true order.”
As she speaks there is an occasional *thumping* coming from the room next door, as though something is being banged against the wall.
Here is your MAP. You are in the room to the right talking with Zarta.
And that thumping sound...do you have one of those "creatures" trapped in a box? You should really poke holes in the lid so it can breathe. Thaddaeus grins as he remembers catching frogs as a kid.
Shilyn staying toward the back of the group, listens quietly. "This woman's creepy," she thinks as the countess talks about Celiax's involvement with demons. She concentrates on not letting her thoughts reflect in her expressions, trying to maintain a neutral countenance.
Lore climbs up on one of the chairs her legs dangling loosely not reaching the ground. "Oh I agree, there are times when order does seem to important. It sounds like something is out of order a bit... but, yes, you are right, we came for the 'trinket' as you call it. Is it ready for us?"
Lore winces slightly at every thump.
Bander nods along witht the Countess' little speech. From his time in the military he certainly understands the need for order and even making use of that which is less than savory to accomplish your goals. On the other hand, he gets the distinct feeling that he would most definitely not enjoy the kind of order the Paracountess' has in mind.
Noticing Shilyn's unease Bander moves along side the slim young woman. Whispering under his breath for Shilyn's ears only, "Easy girl, she gives me the creeps too. But we got us a job to do as fricking distasteful as it is. No matter what, I have your back if you need it."
sorry guys, PFS last night, and there is a wildfire that has burned down 700 acres of land, and it is now 1/2 mile from my home. THey thought it was contained, and it flared up and is about a mile away from an explosives plant, on the other side of the mountain, which could make things interesting.
20-40 mph winds, too. They have evacuated surrounding areas, and we got out this morning before all the evacuation took place.
Gonna game some to take my mind off things. :)
The noise that you hear is a servant of mine that has been...misbehaving. I would imagine that you need to get it from him, however...
Bander glances at the door into the next room and his one eyebrow raises up sceptically at the sound of thumping from the other side. "So walk in there, deal with your misbehavin' servant, and retrieve the trinket? Anythin' else we should know? For example, you want this servant left alive? Unharmed? Or does his condition not really matter in your mind?"
Ahzrin does his level best to hide behind the rest of the group as they enter the manor. He is uncharacteristically quiet, and his eyes are downcast as if he's hoping to avoid all notice.
The rest of the group can hear his gulp as the Paracountess begins her tale.