Lutorinus Exsuberia |
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Bambang Kuwatputra |
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Alaric ir'Ganak |
Not sure why it isn't letting me dot. Longer sentences work for some reason.
Lutorinus Exsuberia |
I figured I'd copy/paste my entry into this thread in the event people want to RP/chat until the game's real start time.
A man, clearly a tiefling, saunters in. His tail lazily swaying to and fro with the rhythm of his deliberate speech.
"I, Lutorinus Exsuberia, have arrived."
He takes a quick glance at the group before him, "It is polite to bow before such an esteemed member of Isger's Asmodean Clergy." He pauses briefly, providing them with the opportunity to pay respects.
"As your superiors may or may not have told you, the Society has contracted out my services for you all. Fret not, for I shall keep track of my own contributions in order to receive appropriate compensation."
Lutorinus regally sits down in the most luxurious looking chair, while his tail plucks a black book from his robes, and transcribes a note within.
Service 1: Education on proper etiquette with regards to important religious figures
Thaia Rossenvelt |
Not sure why it isn't letting me dot. Longer sentences work for some reason.
The messageboard does not allow you to exactly repeat any other post that is already there. You have to add a common or different coding or something else otherwise it thinks it's a mistake or spam.
"Excellent. I see you have all arrived then." A dignified woman of Chelaxian decent without an external hint of the infernal sweeps into the room accompanied by her retainers. She inspects each of the Pathfinders present in turn. "Good a solid tracker sort I see, Melea was it? I understand looking at you why you might stay in the wilds. Hmm. Those arms haven't carried many heavy scriptures have they Exsuberia? Well we'll soon fix that. Good, a stout porter every expedition needs a few lads like you. Do you speak the Common tongue?" If Bambang hesitates at all she merely repeats the last sentence louder, slower and closer to the man's face. Regardless of any answer offered she presses on. "Fighter, good. And the researcher I assume, Mr. d'Louison?"
"My associates are handing out my daily itinerary so there should be no cock-ups. We can arrange for translation as necessary." She looks at Bambang meaningfully. "Take moment to familiarize yourself with them and I'll take your questions."
One of her retainers offers her a goblet off of a silver tray.
Lutorinus Exsuberia |
"How astute of you to notice, yes, I carry only what I wish. There is always an apprentice to tend to tasks such as that. As I am sure you know, The Asmodean Disciplines span several tomes and one such as I cannot be bothered with gathering the relevant works for my studies."
Where in the Nine Hells are my servants? The Society promised they would be provided. *sigh* I shall have to ensure this gaff does not happen again.
His tail again slithers to within his robes and retrieves the black book.
Service 2: Suffering the indignity of publicly retaining less servants than a Chelish "noble"
Do you actually have a handout for your itinerary? That would be hysterical and I'm totally stealing that idea for next time! XD
Alaric ir'Ganak |
"Laughing rivers of blood, wide eyed children's corpses and we end up here; with the blind leading the seeing."
Alaric sighs; his years of experience have taught him how to deal with the "upper crust" of Golarion. Silently, he wishes Thurismund would stop being so antagonistic, even though deep down he shares the sentiment. "So Lutorinus is here with the great devil's favoring. And you lady-madam are what? And what bring? Ahem. What do you bring with you?"
Melea Shemroe |
I am so glad I didn't go for a field commission via Confirmation, Melea thinks to herself. I don't know which Master I would choose and the standard one shaved three years off of my sentence - er, bet without having to go on a mission. My first one involved robbing Pharasmin tombs and killing anything in our way, and I thought it couldn't get much worse. I signed on to this task because I shouldn't need to kill anyone, but Old Deadeye preserve me if I can keep my temper around these people. Insane, the lot of them, and they probably think the same about me.
She heaves another internal sigh and replies, deliberately enhancing her rural accent, "Yah, I'm Melea. And yes, I'm a tracker at heart. Dun' sound like there'll be much call for that now, but I also help people see the light of reason, mostly by the word of Erastil, but by arrow and Galilah's claws if necessary." Melea takes a moment to gesture under her chair, where a leopard is curled up, dozing lightly. "Tha's Galilah."
The aasimar takes another moment to savor any shock that might have had on the scurvy tiefling and the stuffy noble and continues, "Yah, I'd love to stay in the 'wilds' but I lost a bet with an Abadaran tryin' ta feed my village. Ten years work in Absalom was what I got instead, an' the Society's the only place I've been at so far who'll employ - unique people such as us." Lunatics, devil-spawn, nobles, and those like me who are pure of 'civilization's' taint, she amends.
Thaia Rossenvelt |
"How astute of you to notice, yes, I carry only what I wish. There is always an apprentice to tend to tasks such as that. As I am sure you know, The Asmodean Disciplines span several tomes and one such as I cannot be bothered with gathering the relevant works for my studies."
"Disappointing, and more than a tad lazy." Thaia sniffs.
"So Lutorinus is here with the great devil's favoring. And you lady-madam are what? And what bring? Ahem. What do you bring with you?"
Thaia regards the Alaric as if there were something stuck in his teeth. Mercenaries. "If you had read the itinerary, you would see that after having secured a portion of the legendary Sky Key for the Society from the Mwangi Expanse, I have embarked upon a rigorous study of magic at the behest of local the local Venture-Captain--and before you ask, yes, the one they write all the books about. So to be clear, I 'bring' experience, acumen, and a 'magic boom stick'." She says the last part slowly and with great emphasis.
Service 2: Suffering the indignity of publicly retaining less servants than a Chelish "noble"
Do you actually have a handout for your itinerary? That would be hysterical and I'm totally stealing that idea for next time! XD
No, no itinerary, but during Scions of the Sky Key (parts 1-3) she did hire native retainers (a guide and porter with stats lifted from Hirelings: Into the Wild by Crystal Frasier. It is available as a free download from the site and I highly recommend it.)
If she had an itinerary it would include her slightly slanted summary of her time in the Mwangi Expanse, her business ventures in Egorian, her mealtimes, gun-care, exercise and magical study times, food allergies, and notable skills she has awards in. It might also have duties and expectations for her 'aides' but that section is barely the size (and font-size) of the typical Open Gaming License notice at the back of any given Pathfinder book.
Bambang Kuwatputra |
Technically, Bambang is still stuck in the past with the vault of the sky key, and I'm assuming he survives ... :)
"Good, a stout porter every expedition needs a few lads like you. Do you speak the Common tongue?" If Bambang hesitates at all she merely repeats the last sentence louder, slower and closer to the man's face."
Bambang's attention was on the Kellid man, and barely notices the Chelaxian woman stepping it. Thus, Bambang indeed stutters as the presumptuous woman throws an insult in his face, only for her to repeat the insult again. He calmly collects his thoughts, however, and retorts in an accented but fluent and measured Common, "Milady, if you are in need of a porter, you might wish to engage a mule instead. It would be more fitting." He draws himself up to his full six foot height, and turns his back on her, as if the encounter was already out of his mind.
What do these western nobles know of titles of the east? All they see with their blinders are savages.
Instead, he returns his attention to Alaric. "Good day, sir. My name is Bambang Kuwatputra. Pardon me for being forward, but I have some ... talents with psychic emanations, and there's something most strange around you."
Thaia Rossenvelt |
Typical, Thaia thinks, they learn the language enough to parrot it but not the grasp the architecture of what is being said. That wasn't a question at all. And were he psychic Whambam would know that the mules he is to tend for are already on order. Though it is a bit strange how he flickers in and out of the time stream. I had heard that the society had invested in some new form of landscaping magic eliminating the need for gardeners, but it does seem a bit odd nonetheless.
Alaric ir'Ganak |
"I ... am Alaric ir'Ganak." says the man haltingly, offering a hand.
"I have much sad... Much sadness around. Is diff... It is difficult to explain. It is why I sing. Maybe that is what strange... Maybe that is the strangeness you are finding?"
"I think he means me." rumbles a more threatening, more confident voice. A voice that, unmistakably, is Alaric's. Except the man is not speaking. With a sigh, Alaric concentrates, and a shapes takes form, until it looks like a larger, armored and etheric version of Alaric steps out from the demure Kellid. "I am Thurismund. I am the rage he should feel. And no, I'm not carrying your s&+~ for you lady. Unless it's down into a gorge."
Alaric coughs uncomfortably. "Excuses. Thurismund is not speak... Thurismund does not speak nicely. As I said. Is complicated story."
Lutorinus Exsuberia |
My my, how hypocritical these Chelaxian Nobles are. I'm a monster for putting the apprentices to work, but expecting strangers to carry your things is merely the way of it. How else are they supposed to learn the library?
Lutorinus brims with pride at the recognition of his devotion by Alaric, regardless of his tone.
He may not like it, but at least he understands who I am.
"Well now, this Thurismund fellow seems rather fun. Alaric, do tell us this story, I'm sure it is as delightful as it is depraved."
He leans back into his chair and looks at Alaric expectantly.
Alaric ir'Ganak |
The nonchalant tone of the tiefling further inflames the phantom, who seems to want to launch itself at the Asmodean. But Alaric, after a short battle of wills, commands it to remain still. Alaric, visibly ill at ease, clears his throat. "There was carnival. Then there was blood. And I could not help enough. Thurismund is... Excuses. Was born of that." For a few moments, it seems Alaric is lost in thought, reminiscing events, biting his lip till he draws blood before shaking out of it. "Excuses. Is scar. It has scarred me." he offers with a unenthusiastic smile before busying himself with checking the links of his weapon.
Thurismund's gaze shifts between his originator and the cleric. "I'll tear the guts out of every single fae out there for what happened that day. And I'll "delightfully" strangle you with yours if you turn out to be a closet fae sympathizer or ..."
"Thurismund" firmly snaps the Kellid towards his phantom."እኔ ፓዝፋይንደር ነኝ. እኔ ከእነዚህ ሰዎች ጋር መተባበር ይሆናል. እና እርስዎ ይህን ያቆማሉ."
Gritting his ectoplasmic teeth, Thurismund, visibly chastised by what he has heard slowly paces away from the pathfinders. "Excuses. I am ... I will cooperate with all" offers Alaric sheepishly before again busying himself with his weapon.
Melea Shemroe |
Depending on how much we must work together, we're all going to fail or die, Melea sighs inwardly. Not that I'm innocent here, I know I was disappointed when Galilah didn't elicit any fear, or really any emotion at all. But I know I am purer, and I will help these souls through our task and perhaps they will change for the better because of it. Melea resolves to do her best to mediate, and never to talk about her fey acquaintances with Thurismund. Should she have no choice but to talk to him.
"Does anyone know what exactly we're doing here?" Melea inquires, dropping her rural accent as best she can and trying to steer the conversation away from dangerous topics. "I only heard we were going to Druma for social and financial purposes."
Bambang Kuwatputra |
Bambang takes one step back in alarm as the spirit manifests from Alaric. I merely toy with remnants of spirits. This is much more than that!
When Thurismund eventually withdraws, Bambang comforts him, "I cannot imagine the horror that had befallen you. My mother was a powerful medium. Were she still alive, she might have been able to assist to bring some peace to you. Unfortunately, I do share her gifts."
Turning to Melea, he replies, "I am afraid I know as little as you. I trust we would not have to wait much longer."
Alaric ir'Ganak |
"My thanks, but I will be help... Be helping my self by doing what I could not do. And Society give me able. I mean. The Society will help me have opportunity to help." Alaric offers with perhaps a more hopeful smile.
Turning to the strange feathered agent, Alaric continues. "I hope this is mission in peace. Druma has much rich people. Many rich people. Excuses. Rich people have many guards. I spend much time fighting, is tiring. And much... many dreams. Yes. I hope we can do mission in peace."
Lutorinus Exsuberia |
The layers! I'll be sure to dig deeper and see how far this little hornet's nest goes. How curious...
"Ah yes, a superb question my dear Melea. Peaceful would be best for me too. I suppose it would be best if we share a few of our talents with each other, no? Madam Rossenvelt, would you do us the illustrious honor of going first and explaining what exactly it is you're good at?"
Besides short-sighted judgement and unearned privelege, that is.
Thaia Rossenvelt |
"I'll refer you to my previous remarks." She says testily.
Lutorinus Exsuberia |
That was a player mistake, totally forgot you answered almost that exact question. My bad! Unless somebody objects, let's pretend I asked somebody else about their talents.
Thaia Rossenvelt |
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Thaia stops loading her musket.
Have I ever told you about that time that we played Paranoia and suffered 150% casualties before we left the mission briefing? Lousy commie, mutant traitors!
Alaric ir'Ganak |
"I learn to speak to people as I learn to speak to people. I inspire big... Great anger to people who listen to song... To my song. And then there is Thurismund. He does... Many things."
"Or just the one thing really well. Something you could do very well too, not that long ago."
Bambang Kuwatputra |
Ok, Bambang is back from the past!
"I'll refer you to my previous remarks."
"Yes, she carries a magic boom stick..." Bambang replies on her behalf in a deadpan manner.
Continuing on, he adds, "As for myself, as alluded to earlier, I can connect with the psychic remnants in objects, especially those that had strong spiritual connections with their past owners." He gestures to the greatsword strapped to his back. "Like this massive sword, for example. It used to belong to the great warrior Darma, who used it to slay the asuras that had invaded his land. I have thus far managed to tease out various powers from his remnant spirit to strengthen the enchantments on this sword, granting burst of speeds, things like that."
Melea Shemroe |
"My talents haven't really changed in the past minute or so," Melea remarks. "I'd call myself skilled in tracking, talking to people, and the way of the bow. I can fight hand to hand if need be, but I would rather not. That's more of Galilah's strong suit, as well as the others I mentioned. Granted, she has trouble using a bow, but she's had her moments when it comes to convincing people of things."
GM Dodo |
Seated across from each other at the edge of the table are Venture Captain Brackett and Trade Prince Aaqir al'Hakam. They watch your antics quietly, occasionally throwing each other a confused or disappointed look, before the trade prince begins talking.
"If you have finished introducing yourself, please take your seats." He turns toward several vacant chairs. "You will be departing for Druma tomorrow morning. I’ve arranged for all of your travel expenses. The journey will take you from Almas up through the foothills of southeastern Isger, and then from the settlement of Dustspawn into the borders of Druma." He glances at the stack of papers in his hands. "These documents will handle any issues with your lodgings or
questions from local government officials."
Venture-Captain Brackett nods to the Trade Prince before interjecting.
"Yes, the trade prince has seen to your travel, and for that the Society is appreciative. Your mission involves entering the nation of Druma, specifically its capital city of Kerse. There, you’ll meet up with an acquaintance of the Society who has offered to assist us in executing this unique mission. As you may be aware, terrorists from the Aspis Consortium attacked the Society’s annual Convocation. An anonymous but reliable informant within the Consortium that we’ve taken to calling Three Rings has pointed us in the direction of the financier for this dastardly attack—a Consortium silver agent named Myrosype."
"The city of Alabastrine is the epitome of Drumish wealth. It was built to accommodate an influx of refugees that never came to Druma in the wake of Aroden’s death. The resident Kalistocrats maintain the city in perfect condition, even its empty properties. Even Alabastrine’s method of selecting leaders revolves around wealth. Every five years, Druma sets up an auction for control of each of the city’s five districts. The latest cycle of bidding is about to commence, and Myrosype has positioned herself to claim a majority of Alabastrine’s districts. She may very well have the resources to claim the entire city for herself."
The trade prince adds, "We want you to attend the auction, which has been arranged by the best contact we could find for the job. Some of you may know him. His name is Temel Passad, and he can provide you with more information when you arrive in Kerse. Once there, do your best to convince the participants in the auction to overtake Myrosype’s bids. Your actions in this event may not be a direct recompense for her participation in the attack against the Society, but trust me when I say that striking her in the wallet will be a precise and worthwhile blow."
al'Hakam scans each of you with his eyes before asking, "Any questions?"
Alexander d'Louison |
Arriving fashionably late, just before the start of the briefing, Alexender enters the room. He's slightly foppish Chelish genlteman, dressed in a rather dapper manner, and on his shoulder sits a raven with a luxuriously healthy coat of feathers.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
He listen to the briefing with professional intent, and when it's over he gets to his feet, eager to leave.
"Well, isn't this a rather nice change of pace? And here I thought the Society would only ever have me deal with the riff-raff. I'm ready to leave immediately!"
Bambang Kuwatputra |
When the briefing starts, Bambang turns serious, focusing on the mission task.
"This is indeed an unusual custom. Who are the other participants in this auction? More specifically, which ones are we likely to be more amenable to work with us?"
GM Dodo |
Venture-Captain Brackett opens his mouth.
"This information has not yet reached the Pathfinder Society. Temel Passad will give you a briefing on the auction once you arrive in Kerse, filling you in on these important details."
al'Hakam then adds, "We do know that both Passad and Myrosype will take part in the auction."
Lutorinus Exsuberia |
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
"Wonderful, my compatriots will get to experience the majesty of my homeland! Makes my travel to Absalom a complete waste of time, but I suppose there will be some growing pains at the beginning of our partnership. Is there any information you can provide us before our departure, or shall we save our questions for this Passad?"
Black book appearing and disappearing in a well practiced motion, Service 3: Enduring inefficient travel
Sensing that Aaqir al'Hakam finds the idea of working with Temel Passad highly distasteful, he adds: " Master al'Hakam, is there something that unsettles you about this Passad? It appears to me that the Society has maneuvered itself into their political game. I will not be surprised if this ends overwhelmingly in his favor."
Alaric ir'Ganak |
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Alaric, distracted by what has been going on for the past few minutes, doesn't seem to notice anything amiss with either the venture-captain or the trade prince.
"This man Temel Passad, what is he to the pathfinders? Excuses. What is he to the Pathfinder Society?"
Melea Shemroe |
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22
Melea, too, senses the trade prince's distaste with Temel Passad, but doesn't particularly care. People have their own reasons to dislike others, and she sees no reason to pry unless such information becomes relevant. I'll probably know in seconds, though, now that this devil-spawn has asked. But we could just get some obfuscation or political double-speak. I didn't see anything wrong with Passad when I met him, he seemed like a bland young Kalistocrat.
I have played The Glass River Rescue with Melea and befriended Temel Passad. Not sure how, if at all, that might affect the scenario. Feel free to not care if you just don't care ;)
GM Dodo |
Aaqir al'Hakam addresses the tiefling's remarks.
"I appreciate Temel Passad's generosity for arranging your participation in the bid. Do not let my personal opinion of the man affect this."
Venture-Captain Barckett replies to Alaric, "He is a merchant whose influence among the Prophets of Kalistrade is growing. Temel has been involved in several past Society operations, and while our agents have scorned him in the past, he’s willing to give us a chance by assuring your invitation to the bidding process. Since Passad is also one of the bidders, his motives are certainly not purely altruistic. Nonetheless, we can’t risk passing up the opportunity to strike at Myrosype."
I have personally never played The Glass River Rescue, and the scenario doesn't mention any special interaction Passad should have with anyone that has met him before, so I guess this doesn't matter gameplay-wise.
Melea Shemroe |
Didn't think so, not a problem.
Lutorinus Exsuberia |
"The explanation behind your opinion is more important to me and this assignment than what your opinon actually is. There is obviously more at work than we know, your experience may very well aid our operation. I'd rather not be blindsided in their little game."
I may even be able to learn a few tricks within the arena of national politics, this mission will truly serve me well...
Once Aaqir al'Hakam has replied, Lutorinus will be ready to move on.
Alaric ir'Ganak |
Alaric shrugs, and begins to recall Thurismund back where he came from.
Ready as well.
GM Dodo |
al'Hakam stares at Lutorinus coldly and opens his mouth, but Brackett interrupts him.
"As I have said, Passad has clashed with the Society before, and his past experiences with Aaqir and the Exchange weren't particularly positive. What matters now is that Temel Passad is willing to aid us despite these incidents."
The trade prince nods. "Any questions regarding the journey?"
Thaia Rossenvelt |
Seated across from each other at the edge of the table are Venture Captain Brackett and Trade Prince Aaqir al'Hakam. They watch your antics quietly, occasionally throwing each other a confused or disappointed look, before the trade prince begins talking.
"If you have finished introducing yourself, please take your seats."
Blast! I hadn't gotten to the chalkboard presentation!
sense motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
The trade prince nods. "Any questions regarding the journey?"
"No. Shall we begin?" Thaia says rather angrily rising to leave. As couple of brawny lads carrying a free-standing slate board enter into room. The sight of them seems to anger her more.
"Send a sla-err, servant around to notify my porter when you are ready to depart." She says on her way out.
Melea Shemroe |
"I am ready whenever, say the word and we'll move out." Melea slumps into a more comfortable position in her chair, scratching Galilah behind the ears as she does so.
Alaric ir'Ganak |
"Where you... Excuses. Where did you find... That animal. Yes, is how it is said? Where did you find that animal?"
Melea Shemroe |
"It's a long story, but the gist of it is she and a few others were attacking the livestock of our village, near Kaer Maga, a while back. We were all surprised, they usually leave us alone. Turns out the pack had contracted some disease that made 'em irrationally hungry, or something of that sort. Galilah was the only one we were able to subdue so our priest could cure her, the others we had to kill. She's taken a real shine to me, even came along when I had to go to Absalom."
Melea shrugs, not entirely sure why the leopard hadn't fallen for the priest who saved her, as she wonders every time she told the story. She quickly put the thought out of her mind, as it was what it was. "Reckon that was about five years ago, two before I joined up."
"And how long've you had...wha'ever this Thurismund character is?"
Might not be around to post tomorrow, I'm finally starting up Eyes of the Ten!
GM Dodo |
Venture-Captain Brackett clears his throat.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but you'll have plenty of time for chatting on your way to Kerse. If there are no further questions, I guess I'll send you to embark on your journey."
The halfling throws a look at al'Hakam, who nods. "Dismissed. May the wind be always at your back."
Knowledge (Nobility) or (Religion)
The journey from the Andoren capital of Almas to the nation of Isger is uneventful. You travel on a river ferry up the Andoshen River and take the western break up the River Foam. From there, you disembark and travel through the southern foothills of Isger, eventually reaching the settlement of Dustspawn, the final stop on your journey before entering Druma.
If you want to make any final purchase, make it now.
A large stone arch, reading "The Path of Commencement", opens the road before you. The road winds around the mountainside, but it is well maintained and easy to travel. Eventually, the rocky path gives way to a breathtaking sight.
A fifteen-foot-wide path curves along the side of a towering mountain peak. Wind howls through the pass, knocking up occasional piles of gravel and tossing it off the cliff’s hazardous edge. A solid stone bridge connects the mountainous path with a similar pass to a peak further north. The stern visage of a dwarven monarch looks north, matching the gaze of another stone carving on the opposite mountaintop. The human-sized eyes of the statue’s face are black pits, carved so deep that they admit no light into their hollow depths.
From under the gigantic face, the bridge was made to look like the outstretched arm of the stone dwarf, reaching out with a stone hammer in direct imitation of the opposite stone figure. The outstretched arms of two stone carved dwarves each hold similarly crafted hammers. The heads of these hammers touch, forming a bridge between two mountainous trails, one to the north and south. The center point of the bridge, where the hammers meet, is covered in wooden debris and numerous broken objects.
Near the wreckage sits a female dwarf, covered in a blanket. She kneels next to the shattered wooden pieces, her sobs echo around the valley.
Bambang Kuwatputra |
knowledge(religion): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Bambang solemnly approaches the sobbing dwarf, and kneels down beside her. In a gentle voice that seems out of place from such a large man, Bambang attempts to comfort her. "What happened?"
Melea Shemroe |
Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Melea is broken from whatever thought she had on mind at the sight of the dwarf. She hurries over, signaling Galilah to stay back lest she further frighten the woman.
"Yes, what is wrong? Is there anything we can do to help?"
Alaric ir'Ganak |
As the Pathfinders begin their journey from the Arch, Alaric finally answers Melea's question: "Thurismund is anger of me. Excuses. He is my anger. After carnival, when all bodies found, I see how bad I am. And... What's word... Pointless. How pointless all I did was. I fell. Thurismund rise. Rose. Thurismund rose. Excuses."
***Some time later***
Alaric's first instinct is to rush to the woman's aid. His second, and Thurismund's first, is to stop, put a hand up for everyone to hold and call out:"Pathfinders, wait!"
He's never been good at spotting things. Thurismund though... Thurismund sometimes sees way too much. Slowly, the phantom begins to separate from his master as Alaric cautions in a low voice: "This. It can be trap. Bridge good for trap. And eyes are dark. Good to hide in. Please wait for Thurismund."
Manifesting Thurismund in ectoplasmic form. Give me a minute.
Lutorinus Exsuberia |
Finally getting an opportunity to see the Pathfinders at work, Lutorinus is happy to stand back and watch things develop. He pays special attention to Alaric.
This will truly be fascinating! I've never seen the likes of this before, even in the sewers of Elidir
"Indeed, this is an ideal location to spring a trap. This dwarven woman is of no concern to me, do with her as you wish."
Lutorinus will keep a lookout from the middle of the party as they decide what to do about the woman, after he makes another addition to his book. Take 10 Perception for an 18. How is the lighting right now? If it matters, I have 90ft darkvision.
Service 4: Provide vigilant watch while time is wasted