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It is 4708 AR in the city of Korsova. The King lies near death, and without an heir, just as all the others to sit upon the Crimson Throne. While a source of rumor and gossip among the elite and common citizens alike, the importance of this event has significantly different means depending on your station in life and your perspective. For many of the citizens, the daily struggles to survive take precedence over royal bloodlines and the fates of kings.


Male HP:76/76 AC:30 T:20 FF:21 F:+8 R:+14 W:+7 Perc:+12 Init:+10 Swashbucklers Rapier +19, 1d6+10 CMB:+9 CMD:+25 Human Swashbuckler 9 (Inspired Blade)

DOT


It is Moonday, 26 Desnus 4708 AR, (Monday, 26 May) the day after the Breaching Festival, held the last Sunday of Desnus. Yet again the Hall of Wards went unbreached.

Ophelia:
Though you searched the crowds, once again, you saw no sign of Lamm or his "flock". Last night old memories intruded into your dreams, turning them to nightmares and making for a restless night's sleep. Slipping from the bed, you gather your holy symbol and journal sitting together by your bed, and noticed a single Harrow card slipped in between the two. The Courtesan looks up at you. This is not one of Cordelia's cards. Turning the card over, there is a message written upon the back, written in common but in a handwriting you do not recognize...

I know what Gaedren has done to you. He has wronged me as well. I know where he dwells, yet cannot strike at him. Come to my home at 3 Lancet Street at sunset. Others like you will be there. Gaedren must face his fate, and justice must be done.

Has Calistria finally answered your prayers?

Alistair:
Thoughts of your sister haunted you and the city was full of revelers, so it wasn't hard to join in the celebrations. Although much of the evening is a blur, the noise of the patrons and smell of breakfast wake you from your stuppor. You aren't sure where you are, but you are at a table in a tavern or inn. Your head is pounding and the smell of food makes you nauseous and hungry. Your hand is still clutching your tankard, now empty except for a Harrow card. The Twin. Turning the card over, there is a message written upon the back, written in common but in a handwriting you do not recognize...

I know what Gaedren has done to you. He has wronged me as well. I know where he dwells, yet cannot strike at him. Come to my home at 3 Lancet Street at sunset. Others like you will be there. Gaedren must face his fate, and justice must be done.

Is this a chance to avenge your sister?

Nik:
Despite so many travelers in town for the festival, your clan's caravan was not among them. Though many clans were, and it fell to you to deliver sad news to a few of your kinsmen. Thoughts of your lost clansmen, and those of other clans haunt you through the day and night. It is early morning you are busy finishing breakfast, deep in thought you hardly notice Rom hopping on the table. Finally, (s)he gets your attention - he is oddly silent, and upon looking to see why you find Rom clutching a Harrow card in his/her beak. Taking the card you see it is The Cricket, turning the card over, there is a message written upon the back, written in Taldane (common) but in a handwriting you do not recognize...

I know what Gaedren has done to you. He has wronged me as well. I know where he dwells, yet cannot strike at him. Come to my home at 3 Lancet Street at sunset. Others like you will be there. Gaedren must face his fate, and justice must be done.

Perhaps, you may have justice for your clansmen by eliminating this predator...

Trisane:
You spent the festival searching for any sign of your nephew in vain. You have learned from your Korvosa Guard contacts that he likely fell prey to a petty crimelord named Gaedren Lamm, a shadowy figure among the slums and poor of the city. Beyond this vague description, you have learned little. To have the festival free you traded shifts with Daedlin and the extra time you spent searching the crowds has cost you a good nights sleep patrolling in his place. "Patrolling" involved fishing three drunks out of the Narrows; chasing down two dwarves in a stolen dingy, and turning a group of thieves robbing a ship over to the Guard all before being relieved just after dawn. It is now almost midday and Daedlin wakes you for lunch. When you open your trunk, a Harrow card rests upon your uniform, The Paladin no less. You are about to shout out after Daedlin that the joke is not funny, when you turn the card over. There, upon the back, is a message written in common but in a handwriting you do not recognize...

I know what Gaedren has done to you. He has wronged me as well. I know where he dwells, yet cannot strike at him. Come to my home at 3 Lancet Street at sunset. Others like you will be there. Gaedren must face his fate, and justice must be done.

Is this a chance to learn of your nephew?

Dalian:
Thoughts of your son haunted you as you searched the crowds, once again, you saw no sign of Lamm or his "flock". In the morning, you rise to renew your search. You begin to gather your possessions, meticulously laid out the night before, you see a Harrow card resting atop your clothes. The Inquisitor. You study the card, searching for any clue to its source. Turning the card over, there is a message written upon the back, written in Taldane (common) but in a handwriting you do not recognize...

I know what Gaedren has done to you. He has wronged me as well. I know where he dwells, yet cannot strike at him. Come to my home at 3 Lancet Street at sunset. Others like you will be there. Gaedren must face his fate, and justice must be done.

Is this a chance to avenge your son?

You decide it is an opportunity that cannot be ignored. 3 Lancet Street is is the Midland part of Korvosa.

Knowledge Local DC 10

Knowledge Local:
3 Lancet Street is the home of a Varisian fortune teller named Zellara.


Male Elf Investigator ( Empiricist)/1

Dot


Female Human (Varisian) Sorcerer 3

Ophelia winds her way through the busy Korvosan streets, taking an indirect route to Lancet Street. When she is within one block, she acts cautiously, checking to see if she is being followed. Before reaching the house, she ducks into an alley to mentally prepare herself.

Perception, if needed: 1d20 ⇒ 7

She pulls a Harrow card from a pouch, looking it over, as she's done many times before. Who could this be from? Is it a trap from Lamm? It seems too good to be true, but if it is, it'll be well worth it. She says a quick prayer to Calistria and places the card back in the pouch.

Ophelia takes a deep breath, and heads toward the door of 3 Lancet Street. When she arrives, she takes a quick look around her before knocking on the door.

Knowledge Local: 1d20 ⇒ 10

Description:

A woman in her early 20s, with an average height (5’4”) and medium build (130 lbs). She has green eyes and black hair, with streaks of yellow and red. Several Varisian tattoos can be seen on her face, arms, and hands. She wears a typical scholar’s outfit beneath her fine silken robes. Her appearance suggests she may be upper class, though not nobility.


3 Lancet Street is a small home, shuttered and neatly kept. The image of a Harrow deck sits on a sun faded sign between the shutters and window pane. Despite Ophelia's knock, there is no answer. Grasping the latch, you find the door is not locked.

Inside:
The cozy chamber within this small home is filled with a fragrant haze of flowers and strong spice. The haze comes from several sticks of incense smoldering in wall-mounted burners that look like butterfly-winged elves. The smoke itself seems to soften edges and gives the room a dream-like feel. The walls are draped with brocaded tapestries, one showing a black-skulled beast juggling men’s hearts, another showing a pair of angels dancing atop a snow-blasted mountain. A third tapestry on the far wall depicts a tall hooded figure shrouded in mist, a flaming sword held in a skeletal hand. Several brightly-colored rugs cover the floor, but the room’s only furnishings are a wooden table covered by a bright red throw cloth and several elegant tall-backed chairs. A basket covered by blue cloth sits under the table.

Atop the table is a note, held in place by a simple stone. It reads:
Thank you for coming. I had to step out for a bit, but shall return shortly. Please, have a seat while you wait. The basket under the table has bread and wine for you.

The bread is a little stale but is filling,and the wine, while not fine, tastes good enough.


Female Human (Varisian) Sorcerer 3

Ophelia opens the door and enters the home.

Hello? Is someone home?

Not receiving a response, she'll quietly shut the door and move inside. She spots the note on the table and after reading it, she'll sample the offerings and wander the room, examining the tapestries.


Male Elf Investigator ( Empiricist)/1
GM-Grenfax wrote:

It is Moonday, 26 Desnus 4708 AR, (Monday, 26 May) the day after the Breaching Festival, held the last Sunday of Desnus. Yet again the Hall of Wards went unbreached.

** spoiler omitted **

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** spoiler omitted **...

Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

Grand Lodge

Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

A tall and toned Varisian man approaches the small home located at the address he is looking for. His demeanor displays the usual signs of the wandering people when in a city, but his appearance seems much more subdued compared to the traditional image of the traveling Varisian. His clothes are heavier than most and he wears little to cover his weathered leather armor. His brown hair is long and as is normal for Varisian men, he keeps it held back with a bright blue scarf allowing others to see his bright green eyes. Other scarves, violet and orange, hang from his waist as well. Over his shoulder he wears a crossbow and he carries a worn wooden staff, though it seems more as a tool then for fighting.

As the man reaches the door he notes the faded sign and pulls a single Harrow card from his pocket. He looks it over, reading something written upon it. As he puts it back in his pocket, a raven lands upon the corner of the roof and caws loudly.

Off with you brother Rom. If you must watch over, do it from a distance. The man says and waves off the raven.

The raven caws again and flies across the street, roosting on the opposite building. The man gently knocks on the door and waits, eagerly, to see who has summoned him here.

Silver Crusade

Male Human (Chelaxian) Ranger (Sable Company Marine/Urban Ranger)/3

Trisane is a muscular average looking young Chelaxian man. He is well-groomed and dressed in the day uniform of a Sable Company Marine. He carries a number of visible weapons on his person including a longsword and a crossbow.
Trisane marches toward the address he was given as directly as he can manage. He stops at the door and takes a look around. I hope this is the place. If I find out this is just another one Daedlin’s pranks, he’s gonna get it… after I get some sleep.
Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Trisane approaches confidently.
Who’s this guy and what’s he doing here? Hello there stranger, what brings you to this house?

Grand Lodge

Looking in on old Aunt Zellara, officer. Been so long since the clan was in town. The man says as he looks over his shoulder.

Spoiler:
Bluff: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Silver Crusade

Male Human (Chelaxian) Ranger (Sable Company Marine/Urban Ranger)/3

Spoiler:
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Trisane looks the Varisian man up and down and smirks.
Well met, my name's Trisane Imphawke, stranger. I'm here for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. We best not keep your "aunt" waiting.

He motions for the man to knock and/or enter.
After you, my friend.


M Animal - Raven Familiar to Nik Falliniz

K'caw...wraaack. From the Shingles above you hear a raven cry out, shattering the evening calm.

Nik:
Empathy - Rom is tired and hungry.


Male Elf Investigator ( Empiricist)/1

Dalian, suspecting that this message is a trap keeps In the shadows of the streets. He analyzes each passerby for intent to ambush and when he finds it safe he'll continue forward.

Coming up to the house and noticing the tarot deck on the sign he pats his pocket again to make sure he still had the card.

Making his way around the outskirts of the building he searches for exits. i better figure out a good exit strategy in case things go south.

Coming up on the two men talking in the doorway he ducks out of the way and listens in on their talk.

listen: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9


Female Human (Varisian) Sorcerer 3

Hearing the knock at the door, Ophelia approaches and opens the door. She looks the men over before stepping back to allow them entry.

Greetings. Are you here to see Zellara?

The Varisian makes sense, the soldier, though...looks like trouble. Better keep a close eye on him.


Dalian finds a back door, locked, but it is a way out. As he slips back into the alleyway beside the house, a horse and carriage roll by. The clop of hooves on the cobblestones and creaking of wheels prevents Dalian from hearing the conversation. At first glance it looks like a Varisian and a Sable Company Marine are having a conversation.

Players Guide information is considered "common" knowledge. And can be learned by anyone simply by asking around. As such, I won't usually ask for knowledge local rolls for that information.

Local Info:
The Sable Company Marines are part of the Korvosa military; they are known for their hippogriff mounts and are tasked with defending the waters and skies of Korvosa. They are one of three parts of the Korvosa military. They are tasked with defending the seas and skies.
The Commandant, Marcus Thalassinius Endrin reports to the seneschal of Castle Korvosa, NeoLandus Kalepopolis, not the king.


Male Logics Wizard 5/ Gamer 20+

The Varisian man turns back to the door.

Yes, Auntie Zellara, it is good... he says but fades out for a second. Well, Auntie seems to be the wrong choice.

... sorry, it will be good to see her. He steps passed the young Varisian into the shop. Come in Trisane. I shouldn't be long and then Auntie will be happy to see you as well.

Silver Crusade

Male Human (Chelaxian) Ranger (Sable Company Marine/Urban Ranger)/3

Trisane stares at the Varisian man for a moment, clearly unimpressed by his lie and then looks to the woman.
Great… more Varisians. I should’ve known. Hopefully this one is more helpful… Definitely easier on the eyes at least.
Trisane enters casually just like an invited guest looking over his host and surroundings as he speaks.
Evening, miss. My name’s Trisane Imphawke. Madame Zellara is expecting me, can you please tell her I’ve arrived?
Nods respectfully to the young woman.


Inside:
The cozy chamber within this small home is filled with a fragrant haze of flowers and strong spice. The haze comes from several sticks of incense smoldering in wall-mounted burners that look like butterfly-winged elves. The smoke itself seems to soften edges and gives the room a dream-like feel. The walls are draped with brocaded tapestries, one showing a black-skulled beast juggling men’s hearts, another showing a pair of angels dancing atop a snow-blasted mountain. A third tapestry on the far wall depicts a tall hooded figure shrouded in mist, a flaming sword held in a skeletal hand. Several brightly-colored rugs cover the floor, but the room’s only furnishings are a wooden table covered by a bright red throw cloth and several elegant tall-backed chairs.

Atop the table is a note and a basket with a blue cloth pulled aside revealing bread and wine. The note rests open upon the table and even a casual glance is able to discern the message:
"Thank you for coming. I had to step out for a bit, but shall return shortly. Please, have a seat while you wait. The basket under the table has bread and wine for you."

The bread is a little stale but is filling,and the wine, while not fine, tastes good enough.


Female Human (Varisian) Sorcerer 3

Ah yes, Madame Zellara isn't at home at the moment, though she should be back soon. She left a note for us. She'll grab the note from the table and hand it over for them to read.

That one (Nik) seems like he may be familiar with Zellara. Maybe he knows more about this situation.

Ophelia will take a seat on the best looking chair. Acting nonchalant, she'll ask Have either of you been here before?


Male Elf Investigator ( Empiricist)/1

Dalian, still not trusting this is safe decides slipping in the back might be a little safer for the moment. He fiddles with the lock a bit, getting a feel for how it releases...

Disable Device: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

if this is successful...

Moving as silently as he can he tries to get close to hear more of the conversation.

Stealth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

if the lock pick fails

Using the same skill rolls he tries to find an advantageous spot to get a better listen.


Dalian curses under his breath that the stubborn lock won't open. He slips through the shadows and up to the front corner of the house. He is barely inches away from the Varisian and Marine as they enter. Even with the door closed he can clearly hear the voice of a woman.

Silver Crusade

Male Human (Chelaxian) Ranger (Sable Company Marine/Urban Ranger)/3

Sighs with disappointment then takes the note and reads out loud. had to step out for a bit… shall return shortly… have a seat while you wait… bread and wine for you. Then hands the note over to the Varisian man.

He moves casually toward the table and takes a seat across from the young lady. He begins pouring a couple glasses of wine.

To answer your question, I can’t say that I have, miss. My patrols often take me down Lancet but I’ve never had a good reason to come in here until now. Zellara’s probably just another crazy witch feeding off the dreams of these poor people. This better not be some scam… This girl seems interesting though.

Trisane finishes pouring and passes a glass of wine to the young woman.

What’s your name? Is Zellara a relative of yours? You're not this one’s sister I hope...
He glances over to the strange Varisian man.

Grand Lodge

The Varisian man takes the note and glances over it.

It seems my charms are a bit rusty. Name’s, Besnik, or just Nik. And no, I am neither related to Zellara or this charming woman. I came to find out about this.

Nik pulls a worn Harrow card from his pocket, The Cricket, and lets it settle on the table. A friend ‘found it’ but he is unclear how. Speaking of my friend, if you do not mind some unusual company, he would love some of this bread.

Nik heads to the door, opens it and whistles. Rom!


M Animal - Raven Familiar to Nik Falliniz

Through the open door glides a raven, slipping silently between those assembled, shiny black but with a single patch of white under each wing. The haze swirls around the raven making it seem even more real amid the dreamlike surroundings.

Rom alights on the table, cocking its head looking first at Trisane, then tilting its head towards Ophelia. The raven hops sideways towards Ophelia and looks to Nik bobbing its head in her direction.

Caaaw!

He then grabs a piece of bread and flutters over to the back of an empty chair.

Grand Lodge

Nik runs a finger across the raven’s head. He turns to the striking woman.

Seems you have an effect on men of all species. Turning to Trisane, he continues. You may have some competition, prince charming. Rom has wooed many a maid.

After a pause he snaps his fingers, and turns back to the woman.
You said ‘us’ a moment ago. Trisane and I are now acquainted, but we have yet to meet you.


Female Human (Varisian) Sorcerer 3

Ophelia stares at the Harrow card that Nik shows. How interesting...is Desna smiling or weeping?

She then looks at the three, I am Ophelia Wintrish, and no, I am no relation to Zellara, or Nik, here. Turning towards Nik as she speaks his name, interesting companion, and even more interesting..., she reaches for her own worn Harrow card and holds it out for them to see.

Ophelia makes a butterfly sign over her heart, seems we were fated to meet. She then smiles towards Trisane, ...and what is your good reason for being here?


Male HP:76/76 AC:30 T:20 FF:21 F:+8 R:+14 W:+7 Perc:+12 Init:+10 Swashbucklers Rapier +19, 1d6+10 CMB:+9 CMD:+25 Human Swashbuckler 9 (Inspired Blade)

Alistair stumbles his way toward 3 Lancet Street. He gets turned around several times as he does not know where he is. Finally tired of walking and being hung over, he hails a carriage. 3 Lancet Street and avoid the holes in the road please The driver looks back at him. 3 Lancet Street is in the Midland on the other side of the city, you have coin for that Alistair tosses the driver some coins not caring which ones or how much he gave him. drive slowly
once Alistair is at the address he looks around gods be damned it is bright out today...or is that a street lamp, oh I need a drink
Alistair knocks gently on the door, opening it up and walking in. Madame Zellara, I apologize for my tardiness in calling on you, but the carriage driver took the scenic route to get.....here
Alistair stops in the door...looking around at the gathered party. He will look down at a Harrow Card in his hand then back at the group. um..I..I am sorry, I am looking for Madame Zellara. Is this 3 Lancet Street. I was expecting her to be here. I think I might be in the wrong store. Excuse me I am sorry for intruding on your...meeting. I will take me leave now. He turns towards the door to leave.


Male Elf Investigator ( Empiricist)/1

Hearing talk about the harrow cards Dalians curiosity gets the better of his fear. Slipping in through the doorway he seems to ignore the currently conversation and jump right in.

Speaking in a quick and awkward manner
Why hello there. I see you have received cards as well what a mystery we have on our hands I was under the impression I could find my own answers here...
He trails off and takes a breath. Starting again, a little slower.
Please excuse me, I tend to get w little nervous around new company. Let me introduce myself. I am Dalian Dweller. he says as he bows awkwardly.

He reaches in his pocket and pulls out his own harrow card. The Inquisitor.

He reaches out to hand his card to Ophelia while at the same time reaching for hers.

May I see? I wonder if there is something to be gained from inspecting the cards together.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Perception skill roll dc 4:
disguise: 1d20 ⇒ 4
In his haste to get to his destination this morning he obviously neglected to take time with his piss poor disguise. Either that or he slept in it last night and forgot to take it off. Regardless it's quite obvious that he was trying to cover up the fact that he is an elf. If trying would even fit to describe what's going on.

Silver Crusade

Male Human (Chelaxian) Ranger (Sable Company Marine/Urban Ranger)/3

Sits back in his a chair and looks around at all the new faces. What the hell is this? Who are these people? What’s an elf doing in this part of town? Why does everyone have a Harrow card? Too many questions… just relax.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

After a moment, he looks back to Ophelia and speaks calmly.
I can’t say I buy into all that “Fate” crap… but I will admit that this is one hell of a coincidence.

Trisane pulls out a harrow card from his jacket pocket and places it on the table for the others to see. The Paladin.
Looks like Madame Zellara is a few cards short of a full deck… Maybe I'm the one going crazy but I actually think we’re all here for the same thing.


Female Human (Varisian) Sorcerer 3

Ophelia motions for Alistair to come inside, Please join us, it seems Madame Zellara was expecting all of us. She left a note saying she had to leave, but will be back shortly.

I am Ophelia Wintrish, this is Besnik, Trisane, and Dalian Dweller. It seems Trisane is correct, we may all be here for the same reason. She places The Courtesan on the table next to Trisane's card. Everyone, please place your cards here.

The other cards probably have a similar message to mine. After everyone places their cards down, she'll start flipping them over and reading any messages on the reverse. She'll be sure to read her own last.


Male Elf Investigator ( Empiricist)/1

Ill use a point of inspiration to bump that perception roll to put the pieces together for the harrow cards.

inspiration point bonus: 1d6 ⇒ 4

or perhaps it's a knowledge arcana roll

Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24


Male HP:76/76 AC:30 T:20 FF:21 F:+8 R:+14 W:+7 Perc:+12 Init:+10 Swashbucklers Rapier +19, 1d6+10 CMB:+9 CMD:+25 Human Swashbuckler 9 (Inspired Blade)

Alistair stops at the door and slowly turns around. Lady Wintrish, I thank you very much for removing the burden of my embarrassment. If not for you I would be wondering around these parts for who knows how long. He steps towards the group and places his "twin" card down on the table next to the others. I am Lord Alistair Wellington....
He extends his hand towards Ophelia and takes her hand in his. He give her hand a slight kiss and releases it. ..it is always a pleasure to meet such a lovely young women He nods towards besnik and dalian. Good gentles and looks over at trisane Marine
A rather thin and wiry looking young man stands before you. His dress appears that of noble birth. The wrinkled clothing and unshaven face make his appearance to be nothing more than a well dressed drunk. His noble attire includes a black with gold trim traveling coat. His black silk shirt has white horse head bust embroidered into the collar. He is carrying two rapiers along his belt. The moment he sees the wine on the table he picks it up ah.. Ravens Wood Zinfandel 99'...not a bad year. Would anyone care for some He pours himself a glass and anyone else that wants some. He will then sit down and wait.


Female Human (Varisian) Sorcerer 3

Nice to meet you, Lord Wellington. I'd like a glass, thank you. With Alistair's card added to the bunch, Ophelia will look them all over again, trying to recall anything special about these cards.

I should have paid more attention to Cordelia's readings.

Aiding Dalian
Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Grand Lodge

What game is this Zellara playing by assembling this ragtag crew together?

The cards chosen will not be random I suspect. Though I do not see the pattern yet. The wise women of the clans don't do things by chance.

Silver Crusade

Male Human (Chelaxian) Ranger (Sable Company Marine/Urban Ranger)/3

Trisane looks over Alistair, then Ophelia again, followed by Nik, Rom and lastly Dalian. He lets out an audible sigh.
On second thought, I think I’ll pass…
He sets down his wine glass on the table without taking a sip. He makes room for the others to sit positioning himself at a chair within view of the front door and ponders, silently struggling to keep his eyelids open.

I hope my nephew’s alright… I’m worried it’s been too long. How the hell are these people gonna help me find him? A drunk, a whore, a liar and a… an elf? They’re probably all criminals themselves with my luck. Zellara better get here fast and start explaining things. Damn I’m tired. Maybe it’s all just a bad dream and I’m asleep back at the barracks. That’d be nice.


Many people claim to know how to read the ancient cards, but most of them are just out to fleece a few townies. Others waste their time gambling with the cards. A select few actually know the art of reading the Harrow deck. And for those who do have the knack, the Harrow deck can reveal crucial threads in the tapestry of anyone’s life—past, present, and future.
—Riana, Varisian harrower

Using a special deck of cards known as a Harrow deck, one can perform a harrowing by laying the cards out in a three-by-three grid that reveals secrets of the target’s past, present, and future. Whether or not the revelations and divinations of a typical harrowing are trustworthy, none can deny that the strange powers wielded by a true harrower are real.

Knowledge Arcana (DC 10):

A Harrow deck contains 54 cards. Each card has one of six symbols corresponding to six abilities, and the symbol is located in one of nine positions corresponding to nine alignments. A cards position during the reading (matches or opposites) based on the alignment slot determine the meaning.

Although certain Varisian's have the gift of being a true Harrower, there are divination spells that can be used to assist in a Harrowing.

Knowledge Arcana (DC 20):

Look at the Knowledge DC 10 spoiler too.

Nik - The Cricket (neutral good, Dexterity) is a grig, a creature whose mind is as quick as its body. It represents speed and quick passage. Although The Cricket is commonly associated with travel, the peach it sits by represents treasure at the end. If misaligned, the journey will go poorly, and the treasure will be one that is lost rather than found.

Trisane - The Paladin (lawful good, Strength) symbolizes standing strong in the face of adversity. The Paladin does not back down under any circumstances. This card usually indicates the need to stay the course or do what one knows is right, even if it takes a heavy toll. If the card is misaligned, such a course might be foolhardy.

Ophelia - The Courtesan (chaotic neutral, Charisma) is the card of political intrigue. Her mask embodies the social niceties that must be followed. If it slips, negotiations can take an unexpected turn. The card can also indicate a woman of power who shapes events. How she is treated decides the outcome of the situation.

Dalian - The Inquisitor (lawful neutral, Intelligence) accepts nothing save the truth. He represents immutable reality, that which cannot be fooled or swayed in any way. To attempt to go against this unchangeable object, person, or idea is to court disaster.

Alistair - The Twin (neutral, Charisma) signals duality of purpose or identity. This doppelganger can also mean indecision, as a person or group wavers between very different options. It can also mean divided loyalties abound. The card makes a Harrower wary, as it can also mean the entire spread has a hidden or reversed meaning.


Female Human (Varisian) Sorcerer 3

Flipping over the cards, Ophelia will start reading the back of the first card, I know what Gaedren has done to you. He has wronged me as well. I know where he dwells, yet cannot strike at him. Come to my home at 3 Lancet Street at sunset. Others like you will be there. Gaedren must face his fate, and justice must be done.

Then the second, I know what Gaedren has done to you. He has wronged me as well. I know where he dwells, yet cannot strike at him. Come to my home at 3 Lancet Street at sunset. Others like you will be there. Gaedren must face his fate, and justice must be done.

Then start on the third, I know what Gaedren has done to you... She'll quickly read the rest of the cards to herself.

Each one has the same message. Seems Desna has conspired against us. She'll take a long drink before sharing, I used to work for Lamm, as far back as I can remember. I was young when I lost my parents, I barely remember them. I do remember being brought to Lamm and being put to work as one of his street kids. I eventually got out, though. Her hand wanders to her pendant, the holy symbol of Calistria. The Savored Sting will guide my revenge against him.

Ophelia looks around to gauge the others' reactions, takes a sip of wine, then says, Who's next?

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 12


M Animal - Raven Familiar to Nik Falliniz

Rom flutters and hops atop the chair back, seemingly disturbed.

Rău...rău...rău...

Varisian:
The sound the raven makes "Rău" sounds like a Varisian word for evil, sickness, malicious.

Grand Lodge

Nik nudges Rom gently.

Gaedren ae rau.

Varisian:
Gaedren is indeed Evil.

Nik turns back to the group but focuses on Ophelia with his words.

Desna would not conspire to bring us here, she would simply let us find the path. Still, someone has conspired to bring us here. Whether for a trap or for a purpose, I wish I knew.

How far has this one turned from the path to be so bent on revenge? She almost burns with it.

I have yet to meet this Gaedren myself. I seek him to find what has happened to my brother, Tobar. I understand your fires for revenge Ophelia, but I would ask that he be brought to justice with mercy in order that I may find out what has happened to Tobar.

Silver Crusade

Male Human (Chelaxian) Ranger (Sable Company Marine/Urban Ranger)/3

Trisane looks over at Nik and Rom somewhat startled back to attention by the Raven’s loud noises.
When I see Gaedren next, I’ll bring him to justice. That much I promise you!

I think this is beginning to make some sense now...

Sits up straight to tell his story:

After my sister’s husband was killed in the line of duty, I spent more time with my nephew, Pellius. I just wanted to help out. We were fishing down by the docks one afternoon, and then it happened. All I remember was seeing Lamm’s face looming over the boy with an evil grin before they knocked me out. I’ve barely been able to sleep ever since. I know he’s still out there, I won’t let myself believe anything otherwise.

He turns to Ophelia with a look of determination.
I’m glad you survived. That gives me hope… but Gaedren’s “Little Lamms” is no life for a child and I intend to stop it once and for all.


Before Alistair or Dalian have a chance to tell their stories, a middle-aged Varisian woman with long dark hair enters and smiles. She produces her Harrow deck from a pocket and idly shuffles the cards. Her skill with the deck is obvious as the cards seem to float and dance over her hands and the table. With a nod of her head, she indicates that anyone still standing should sit at her table. Once everyone is seated she begins.

Thankyou for coming, my friends, and for putting up with my unconventional method of contacting you. I have reasons to remain hidden, you see—a terrible man would see great harm done to me if he knew I was reaching out for help. This is a man you know, for he has done something terrible to each of you as well. I speak,of course, of Gaedren Lamm, a man whose cruelty and capacity to destroy the lives of those he touches are matched only by his gift for avoiding reprisal.You see, a year ago, his thieves stole this, my Harrow deck, from me. It is important to me, an heirloom passed down through a dozen generations, and also my sole means of support. When pickpockets stole it, my son, Eran, tracked them down. The thieves were in the employ of Gaedren Lamm, and in reward for finding them, Gaedren murdered my son. “I sought help from the Guard, but they turned me away. And so I asked around. I paid bribes. I consulted my Harrow deck for advice. And recently, I was rewarded—I found out where Gaedren dwells.

She pauses here waiting to see the reactions of those assembled.


Female Human (Varisian) Sorcerer 3

Ophelia shifts uncomfortably when Zellara mentions Gaedren Lamm. There's something about the way she says that name...very disturbing to hear.

When Zellara mentions she knows where Gaedren dwells, Ophelia's eyes go wide with anticipation, and she begins to smirk and lean in a bit closer.

Silver Crusade

Male Human (Chelaxian) Ranger (Sable Company Marine/Urban Ranger)/3

Trisane seems a bit defensive at hearing Zellara’s negative comment about the Korvosan Guard, particularly the bit about bribes.

It seems you know who we all are so we can skip the introductions. I’m truly sorry for your loss as well as the losses of those here with me. However, I already know Gaedren Lamm’s not exactly on the top of the list for the Guard. They’re stretched thin enough throughout the city to keep things under control as it is. There’s far too much lowlife scum in Korvosa trying to take advantage of others and I wish I could say Gaedren is the worst of them…

His eyes narrow as he looks around the table.

That’s why I’ve been looking into it myself after Pellius was taken. Unfortunately, all I’ve found so far is that Lamm’s just as much the slimy vermin you describe. What makes you think you have any real information that can help us find him?

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Trisane remains skeptical of the validity of Zellara’s claims Not sure I can trust this woman yet… Does she think these cards can tell her where Gaedren really is?


Male Elf Investigator ( Empiricist)/1

Dalian stays fairly quiet through this whole interaction. Despite trying to maintain his collected appearance, it's quite apparent a lot of emotion rage underneath.

His conflicting emotions get the better of him as he blurts out:

well if you have information then share it with us dammit! I've been searching for what seems like forever and I can't take it anymore. I doubt you have any more than I've already found but let's hear it already.


Male HP:76/76 AC:30 T:20 FF:21 F:+8 R:+14 W:+7 Perc:+12 Init:+10 Swashbucklers Rapier +19, 1d6+10 CMB:+9 CMD:+25 Human Swashbuckler 9 (Inspired Blade)

The moment Zellara enter the room, Alistair stands up and greets her warmly. Greetings Mistress Zellara He waits for her to sit and then he takes a seat while filling his mug again. His eyes try to follow the cards as they are being shuffled. He seems to just not be able to focus on them and turns back to his mug of wine. He stares down into his mug as she tells her story, listening to the others tell their own stories as well. When Dalian lets his angry get the better of him.
Apologize..... Looking at Alistair you see that he is still staring into his wine and sitting but his posture has changed. His once slurred speech is now direct and steady. His shoulders and back, normally slouched are set and straight. His shaking hands which have never left his mug are now steady and his left hand rest causally on the top of a rapier. His head slowly comes up and he looks at Dalian. His disarming smile has disappeared from his jovial face...with a slow and soft voice Master Dalian....I do not know you but Mistress Zellara has done nothing to warrant such a hostile and uncivilized tone. She has information that may or may not help all of us in our quest for "Justice" and she has done far more than the guards have. Your stance and lack of etiquette give the image of one who wants answers and is flustered by the lack of progress. The guards are of little help and the constable simple states that they have bigger fish to catch. He stands slowly with one hand still on his mug of wine and the other still resting on his rapier. you will do well to remember that you can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar. Now I am asking you very nicely to apologize..... The disarming smile reappears on his face Please he takes another sip of his wine.

Grand Lodge

Nik pulls out the chain that Rom is perched upon and leans his staff on the back. He sits casually and smiles at the elder Varisian woman. He reaches into his shirt and pulls out two wooden icons on a single leather string, one a butterfly, the other a nocked arrow and bow. He clutches the butterfly as he speaks.

Great Dreamer, please sing for us. We wish to hear the Starsong this day and seek guidance within it.

He puts the leather thong back in his shirt and nods to Zellara and Ohpelia.


Zellara sizes each of you up her eyes seem to pierce into you as she looks from one to the next, a calming smile upon her face.

He can be found in an old fishery north of here at Westpier 17, where he trains his abducted children to be pickpockets and counts his stolen treasures. And now,I need your help. I cannot hope to face this man on my own, and the Guard moves so slowly that if I were to go to them, Gaedren would certainly know of their coming well in advance. Even if they did arrest him—what guarantee would I have he would be punished? This criminal has evaded the law for decades. But you know of these frustrations as well, for word on the street has it that Gaedren has wronged each of you, too. So there we are. It is time for him to pay.
Will you help me get justice?

Silver Crusade

Male Human (Chelaxian) Ranger (Sable Company Marine/Urban Ranger)/3

While I don’t care for your tone or your methods, Zellara, I will bring Gaedren Lamm to justice. Not just for you though, for all of us…
He looks around the table at Ophelia and Nik… then to Dalian and finally the drunkard. I wonder if this lot can really do anything to help?
The Guard does its job as best it can… but it sounds like this task calls for a Marine.
Trisane stands up from his seat and begins to gather his things.


Female Human (Varisian) Sorcerer 3

Ophelia nods to Trisane when he looks at her. It is time for him to pay. I will make sure Gaedren is punished for what he's done...to all of us. Thank you, Madame Zellara.

She places the glass down and stands, watching the others.

Trisane will certainly be useful for taking Lamm down, I just hope he won't get in the way when it is time to eliminate Lamm. I'm not sure about Alistair, he either slipped up or purposefully showed through his con. He'll be tricky. Dalian seems too impulsive, The Savored Sting teaches patience for true revenge. Besnik asked for mercy, not going to happen. I'll allow him his questions, but Lamm won't live to see another day once I...we catch him.

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