GM Kyshkumen's 6-10 The Wounded Wisp (PFS Core) (Inactive)

Game Master Kyshkumen

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Sczarni

You have been stationed at the Grand Lodge in Absalom,awaiting assignment for a mission of utmost importance. Things finally seemed in motion when Venture-Captain Drandle Dreng sent out a summons for available agents. Specialized in the history of Absalom, Dreng is known for putting off-duty agents
to work on sundry tasks when he finds them resting within the city’s limits. Coming to the meeting place—an odd choice of venue, as it is a street corner far from the Grand Lodge—a lone beggar garbed in baggy robes approaches. The only figure visible in the constant drizzle, the beggar sticks out his hands for currency. “Have you any coin to spare, fine folk?”

The question hangs in the air for only a scant moment before the figure pulls back his hood to reveal the wizened face of Venture-Captain Drandle Dreng. He gives a crooked smile, soaked head to toe from his unprotected time in the rain. His clothes smell faintly of cabbage. “Sorry about that,” he says with a wink. “I always like to play a little joke on agents when I stumble across them during my jaunts into town. Now, why did I summon you fine folk here again…?” Dreng shakes his head from side to side, as though trying to knock water out of his ears, despite the constant downpour.

“Ah yes, the Wounded Wisp! I’m undercover now and can’t stray far from the site I’m watching, but I need someone to retrieve a package for me from that fine establishment. It’s among Absalom’s most storied taverns, you see, and one that holds a special place of privilege in the Society’s lore as the place where the organization began. Well, I could drone on and on about it, but standing out in the rain is doing none of us any favors.” As if anticipating agreement, the bedraggled venturecaptain produces a small slip of folded paper from one of his
many stitched pockets. Dreng quickly shows a glimpse of the page’s contents: a map detailing the location of the Wounded Wisp bar. “The bartender is a woman by the name of Heryn Gale, a fine lady who came to own the Wisp after the passing of her father from—oh, bah, it’s really getting too cold for me to give a proper history lesson! If you could just go to the Wisp, and tell Heryn you’re there to pick up my parcel, it would be most appreciated. I’ll be around here for several more hours at least.”

Dark Archive

36007- 11 - Gnome - Universalist 3 | 26/26 HP | Fort: +3 Refex: +2 Will: +3 | Initiative: +5 | Perception: +2 | AC: 12/12/11 (Mage Armor 16/12/15)

A gnome, a clear practitioner of the arcane arts, that has been perusing a book he has been trying to keep out of the rain pipes up, "Are you serious! A courier mission! One of the greatest minds in all of Absalom and you are sending me to fetch a parcel ... yes, yes, I know thirty-two point seven-eight-nine percent of society missions fall into this category, but ...", the little gnome's ranting continues as he takes the note, reads it, and hands it to another party member.

"Well we best be off to the Wounded Wisp."

Earlier the party was able to get his name, Maximos Jax, but mostly he talked in seeming riddles of math, science and arcane theory.

"I hope her wretch of a father didn't die of a contagion! The underlying ecological and biological mechanisms of human-induced environmental changes has resulted in the emergence and transmission of many new infectious diseases in this city ...", most everyone quit paying attention at, "Are you serious!?"

Sovereign Court

Core Monk 7 | AC (24/25v Evil)/19/(23)17 | HP 59/59 | Ki pool 6/6 | 50’ Movement | F+9, R+9, W+9 | +2 vs. Enchantment spells and effects)(immune to all diseases) | Init+2 |Perception + 13| Evasion |

The large human stood by mostly quietly as the gnome lectured on his various topics of interest. Pau knew none of those facts, but he wasn't particularly interested in them either.

"We will be happy to serve the Society in the mission, Venture Captain. We will return with haste."

The Exchange

Female (core) Fighter 1.0 | HP: 15/15 | AC 15 FF 15 Tch 10 | Init +0 | Per +4 | F/R/W +4/+0/+0 | CMD 16

A half-orc strides into the room. Battered scale mail, hangs on her very muscular body. A equally battered falchion is strapped to her back. One hand is a spiked gauntlet, on the other a normal one. She looks around, Hope I am not too late to the party.

Grand Lodge

HP: 4/9 | AC: 16/13/13 | Fort: +3, Ref: +3, Will: +4 | Init: +3 | Perception: +2, Low-Light | Channel Energy: 3/3 | Speak with Animals 4/4 rnds | Wooden Fists +1 5/5 rnds Elf Cleric of Erastil 1

A tall and lean elf leans lightly against the wall as the beggar approaches. On his back, a well used long bow rests and hanging from a cord around his neck, the symbol of Erastil shows overtop the used studded armor.

Understanding the man's plight, he begins to reach into his pouch as the Venture Captain reveals himself.

We will retrieve your package and return.

Silver Crusade

male gnome Cleric/1: HP (10/10): AC (20/touch=14/flat=17): Saves (Fort=3/Ref=3/Will=5): Initiative +4: Perception +6: Sense Motive +3

A medium armored gnome carries on a conversation, but doesn't appear to be speaking to anyone in particular. Strangely he also seems to be responding to his own comments!

"Of course. Anything we can do for the society."

"Why can't that wet sod Dreng go get his own damn package."

"It's no problem, we aren't doing anything right now anyway."

"Don't say we! The others will think you crazy."

"Sometimes you will see better reactions from politeness."

"OK. Get out of the rain, PLEASE. Head to that Wounded Wisp so we can get this silly task completed."

The gnome then looks at each pathfinder and asks...

"Could you read that map? Is it this way? Oh by the way, my name is Binkbink Fuzzybrain. Our god channels his will through me, when needed. Other times you may find me getting into mischief, so please keep an eye on me and make sure I don't prank the wrong person."

Binkbink turns and starts walking away, hoping someone will point out, if he is going in the wrong direction

Sovereign Court

Core Monk 7 | AC (24/25v Evil)/19/(23)17 | HP 59/59 | Ki pool 6/6 | 50’ Movement | F+9, R+9, W+9 | +2 vs. Enchantment spells and effects)(immune to all diseases) | Init+2 |Perception + 13| Evasion |

The human shakes his head in disbelief. Surely the Society won't have assigned two gnomes to the same task! Where is their assigned wrangler? Aw gods, the rest of us are the wrangers!. Pau continues shaking his head.

Sczarni

Know History DC 10:
The Wounded Wisp was a bar once frequented by the original members of the Pathfinder Society before the Society was even formed. Inside the Wisp, acquaintances would share stories about their adventurous exploits with one another.

Know History DC 15:
Many volumes of the Pathfinder Chronicles came together under the Wisp’s roof. Famous Pathfinders like Eando Kline and the Seeker Osprey often stopped by for a drink while they relaxed in Absalom between assignments. Though not officially affiliated with the Society, the bar maintains good relations with Pathfinders, offering discounts and prompt service. The owners have always kept themselves and the Wisp afloat through the generosity of Society agents who spend coin at the establishment.

Know History DC 20:
Selmius Foster was one of the founding members of the Pathfinder Society, known to have frequented the Wisp often and occasionally taken up residence in a spare room between his travels. His celebrated exploits first appeared in Volume 1 of the Pathfinder Chronicles.

Know History DC 25:
Following the death of Selmius Foster on the island of Bhopan, his assistant Adolphus made several donations to maintain one of his mentor’s favorite sites. The exact arrangement between Adolphus and the owners of the Wisp was never disclosed, but it is said that some of this gold came from the same fortune that Adolphus used to found the Pathfinder lodge in Quantium.

Grand Lodge

HP 24/24 | AC 18 T 12 FF 16 | Fort +5 Ref +6 Will +6 | CMD 13 (+4 vs Trip/Bull Rush) | Init +2 | Darkvision - Perc +3 (+2 Stone)

Thanks Kysh

Drognar is a handsome, well built Dwarf with a prominent holy symbol of Calistria around his neck and a pair of black and yellow stripped gloves.

His steps are surprisingly light for a well built dwarf.

Untrained History, Max 10: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Drognar speaks in a deep smooth voice. "Thank you Drenge, for your trust in this mission."

He sees Binkbink heading the wrong direction and puts a firm reassuring hand on the Gnome's shoulder.

"Come FuzzyBrain, I'll help guide you the right way. Just let me know what bothers you."

Dark Archive

36007- 11 - Gnome - Universalist 3 | 26/26 HP | Fort: +3 Refex: +2 Will: +3 | Initiative: +5 | Perception: +2 | AC: 12/12/11 (Mage Armor 16/12/15)

Know History Untrained: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

" ... Wounded wisp, society social zero vector, high probability of meeting other like minded individuals ... at least in the past."

Droning on Jax follows Drognar and Binkbink.

"inordinate number of divine casters in this group ...", Says Jax looking around and making an educated guess, "... Special at the temple today? heee heee!"

The Exchange

Female (core) Fighter 1.0 | HP: 15/15 | AC 15 FF 15 Tch 10 | Init +0 | Per +4 | F/R/W +4/+0/+0 | CMD 16

I was never one for history or books. Let's get this parcel for Drenge and go back to drinking...something I do know about.

Sovereign Court

Core Monk 7 | AC (24/25v Evil)/19/(23)17 | HP 59/59 | Ki pool 6/6 | 50’ Movement | F+9, R+9, W+9 | +2 vs. Enchantment spells and effects)(immune to all diseases) | Init+2 |Perception + 13| Evasion |

Know. History (untrained) 1d20 ⇒ 19

"This place is truly one of historical significance to the Society. Perhaps we will one day have stories to tell there like previous members."

Grand Lodge

HP: 4/9 | AC: 16/13/13 | Fort: +3, Ref: +3, Will: +4 | Init: +3 | Perception: +2, Low-Light | Channel Energy: 3/3 | Speak with Animals 4/4 rnds | Wooden Fists +1 5/5 rnds Elf Cleric of Erastil 1

K. History, Untrained: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

Talathel blinks at the gnome as he starts to head in the wrong direction, noting the holy symbols of him and the dwarf.

Yes, seems that the whims of the gods have gathered several of us together. Let us hope that all of our power won't be needed.

Sczarni

Following the map the Pathfinders work their way through the Foreign Quarter of Absalom. A large wooden over the building marked on the map reads The Wounded Wisp. An old lantern hangs from the sign by a brass ring other then that it has the appearance of a typical dive bar. What few windows it has are either barred over or stained to block the view from outside.

Map is link above the thread.

Silver Crusade

male gnome Cleric/1: HP (10/10): AC (20/touch=14/flat=17): Saves (Fort=3/Ref=3/Will=5): Initiative +4: Perception +6: Sense Motive +3

I'm gonna start posting alternate personality in italics. hopefully this will make it easier to read and more fun. In case no one has figured this out, 1 of my cleric domains is madness, the other is chaos. Thus the reason for the confusion, insanity, and alternate personas.

"This looks like the place."

"This looks like a dive!"

"You can find beauty in the strangest places."

"You can also find shady half-orcs willing to pummel you at the drop of a hat!"

"Instead of half-orcs..." Binkbink turns so his shoulder is pointing at Dorora, then tries to conceal the fact that he is obviously using his body to prevent anyone from seeing that he is obviously pointing at the party's female fighter. "... didn't we mean, short-tempered individuals?"

"Ummmmm, sure. I would never speak ill of the gallant, friendly half-orc race." Binkbink rolls his eyes as he finishes his last statement. Confirming the sarcasm behind his words.

"Shall we go in and find Lady Gale? This will be the shortest assignment the society has ever tasked us with!"

Binkbink head to the door obviously intending to open it and stroll in

Dark Archive

36007- 11 - Gnome - Universalist 3 | 26/26 HP | Fort: +3 Refex: +2 Will: +3 | Initiative: +5 | Perception: +2 | AC: 12/12/11 (Mage Armor 16/12/15)

"At least two in there!", says Jax looking at Binkbink as he heads into the Wounded Wisp.

Grand Lodge

HP 24/24 | AC 18 T 12 FF 16 | Fort +5 Ref +6 Will +6 | CMD 13 (+4 vs Trip/Bull Rush) | Init +2 | Darkvision - Perc +3 (+2 Stone)

Drognar sighs at the quality of the bar they are headed into but follows Maximos.

Sczarni

The Pathfinders step inside and find a long hallway leading to the north. To the east is a small coat closet manned by a pimple faced boy. "Welcome to the Wounded Wisp. Would you like to check any items while you're here?" He asks in a squeaky voice. The western wall is covered with various trinkets and paraphernalia left by Pathfinders over the years. The sounds of bar patrons and tankards slamming down on tables comes down the hallway from the north.

Silver Crusade

male gnome Cleric/1: HP (10/10): AC (20/touch=14/flat=17): Saves (Fort=3/Ref=3/Will=5): Initiative +4: Perception +6: Sense Motive +3

Binkbink reaches deep into his pants pocket and produces a small wad of lint. He carefully places it in front of the pimple faced boy.

"Be very careful, this is not only fragile, it holds some amazing properties."

"Are you serious? Pocket lint? What properties?"

"See how it forms a perfect ball, and doesn't come apart... AMAZING!"

"You don't need to 'check' that at the door. Put it back in your pocket."

"But what if we are searched? Do you know the penalty for harboring perfect pocket lint?" Binkbink nudges the small ball of lint closer to the boy, and politely addresses him, "Just this. Do we get a chit or receipt or something? I would hate to have my valuables given to the someone else."

The Exchange

Female (core) Fighter 1.0 | HP: 15/15 | AC 15 FF 15 Tch 10 | Init +0 | Per +4 | F/R/W +4/+0/+0 | CMD 16

Dorora simply raises an eyebrow at the boy, then in a flat voice, Nope, I am good

Sovereign Court

Core Monk 7 | AC (24/25v Evil)/19/(23)17 | HP 59/59 | Ki pool 6/6 | 50’ Movement | F+9, R+9, W+9 | +2 vs. Enchantment spells and effects)(immune to all diseases) | Init+2 |Perception + 13| Evasion |

"I have nothing to declare either. We are looking for Ms. Gale. Is she here today?"

Dark Archive

36007- 11 - Gnome - Universalist 3 | 26/26 HP | Fort: +3 Refex: +2 Will: +3 | Initiative: +5 | Perception: +2 | AC: 12/12/11 (Mage Armor 16/12/15)

"Pocket lint? Pocket lint ... what a wonderful component for spells ... abundant, easy to access ...", Jax starts rattling off spells, components, and formula, but leaves nothing with the boy.

Grand Lodge

HP 24/24 | AC 18 T 12 FF 16 | Fort +5 Ref +6 Will +6 | CMD 13 (+4 vs Trip/Bull Rush) | Init +2 | Darkvision - Perc +3 (+2 Stone)

Drognar will put his hand reassuringly on the boy's shoulder.

"We're good son. You seem a bit anxious though, come see me later and I can show you a few new ways to relax."

Grand Lodge

HP: 4/9 | AC: 16/13/13 | Fort: +3, Ref: +3, Will: +4 | Init: +3 | Perception: +2, Low-Light | Channel Energy: 3/3 | Speak with Animals 4/4 rnds | Wooden Fists +1 5/5 rnds Elf Cleric of Erastil 1

Talathel listens to the ramblings of Fuzzybrain, and just shakes his head. Moving in past the boy, simply shaking his head at the question he moves into the bar and scans it looking for their contact.

Sczarni

The squeaky voiced youth replies to Pau "Ms. Gale? She should be behind the bar." The young man then gently picks up the lint Maximos placed on the counter. He lifts it slowly almost as if dropping it might cause it to explode. Then Drognar slaps him on the shoulder and startles the poor boy, almost causing him to drop the lint. He places the lint in one of the numbered cubbies and hands Maximos a tag with a matching number. "It's hard to relax when you run a coat check for Pathfinders. They leave all sorts of crazy things with me. Just last week Ms. Gale had to pay to have a curse stone removed from me. I swear this job should have hazard pay."

As Talathel steps around the corner he gets a full view of the common room of the Wounded Wisp. The smell of smoke and spilled ale assails the senses in this wide-open area. Walls of dark-stained wood make up the sides of the Wounded Wisp, while well-used wooden tables are spread throughout the space. A raised area in the back of the establishment houses several additional tables and eating areas for groups seeking more than just a good drink. An austere bar supported by kegs instead of wooden panels commands the northern end of the room. A stained-glass cabinet stands behind the bar, its dark panes cracked in several spots, yet not so opaque as to conceal the several dozen types of hard liquor within.

A young woman with chestnut brown hair works behind the bar as she fills drink orders and works with the waitresses. There are a few patrons here at the wisp. A young halfling woman sits by herself. What look to be brother and sister half-orcs occupy another table. A Qadrian man sits nursing a drink as if waiting for someone. While a middle aged man sits on the upper level crowd watching.

Dark Archive

36007- 11 - Gnome - Universalist 3 | 26/26 HP | Fort: +3 Refex: +2 Will: +3 | Initiative: +5 | Perception: +2 | AC: 12/12/11 (Mage Armor 16/12/15)

Maximos looks at the number, "17 ... Eighth prime number, by theosophical reduction, 17 gives also eight and one plus seven equals 8, 17 muscles in the tongue, 17th element is selenium, 17 syllables in a Haiku, 17 year old human females have an average of 17 square meters of skin, third fermat prime, There are exactly 17 two-dimensional space, plane symmetry groups ... interesting ... I could go on ... no? Ok."

Turning to Binkbink, "This is for your lint ... measurably significant ...", he hands Binkbink the number. To the boy, "Best learn to distinguish your Gnomes ... Binkbink there will heal you ... I'll burn you ... better to know which is which."

Maximos then walks up to the bar, leaping onto a stool, "Ms. Gale? Yes, yes ... we were sent here by Venture-Captain Drandle Dreng to pick up a parcel. Hmmm ... by any chance was what your father had infectious? No, no, I don't mean to be rude, just can't be too careful."

Silver Crusade

male gnome Cleric/1: HP (10/10): AC (20/touch=14/flat=17): Saves (Fort=3/Ref=3/Will=5): Initiative +4: Perception +6: Sense Motive +3

Binkbink walks up to the bar. His eyes barely able to see over the edge. He places a coin on the bar above.

"1 please."

"Just 1? Don't you mean 2?"

"I would prefer a nice gnomish wine, please."

"And a potent half-orc shot."

"Blessed be those that serve... alcohol of course."

"Nice pick-up line... shorty. Just drink your beverage."

Grand Lodge

HP 24/24 | AC 18 T 12 FF 16 | Fort +5 Ref +6 Will +6 | CMD 13 (+4 vs Trip/Bull Rush) | Init +2 | Darkvision - Perc +3 (+2 Stone)

Drognar will stroll up casually to the bar, and wait for his handsome looks to get the barkeep's attention.

"A glass of your finest Elven wine, if you would be so kind."

Sovereign Court

Core Monk 7 | AC (24/25v Evil)/19/(23)17 | HP 59/59 | Ki pool 6/6 | 50’ Movement | F+9, R+9, W+9 | +2 vs. Enchantment spells and effects)(immune to all diseases) | Init+2 |Perception + 13| Evasion |

Pau also approaches, not ordering any alcohol. "Even if it isn't much of one, we are on a mission. You should keep your sense sharp until we get Dreng's bottle back to him."

The Exchange

Female (core) Fighter 1.0 | HP: 15/15 | AC 15 FF 15 Tch 10 | Init +0 | Per +4 | F/R/W +4/+0/+0 | CMD 16

Loosen up, one drink won't kill ya., as she slaps Pau on the shoulder.

I will have an ale please, she asks kindly of the barkeep.

Grand Lodge

HP: 4/9 | AC: 16/13/13 | Fort: +3, Ref: +3, Will: +4 | Init: +3 | Perception: +2, Low-Light | Channel Energy: 3/3 | Speak with Animals 4/4 rnds | Wooden Fists +1 5/5 rnds Elf Cleric of Erastil 1

Remember Maximo, some of us can burn as well as heal. It just depends on the situation.

Moving further into the bar Talathel feels his fists tighten and his breathing quicken slightly. He knew he wasn't afraid of the inclosed spaces like this. It was just that he felt more at ease outside.

Slowly he moves up the bar, his eyes moving over the bar and around to the patrons.

A drink might be nice, but I think later would be better.

Sczarni

"Welcome to The Wounded Wisp, please have a seat all of you. It's a bit busy right now, but as soon as my replacement arrives I'll take you down to the basement for Drandle's parcel. In the mean time enjoy a few drinks on the house and feel free to mingle with some of the other guests. Most of them are Pathfinders so you'll have something in common. Also my father did not die of anything infectious so you need not worry about catching anything here my small friend." She serves Binkbink a pint of ale along with a half-orc shot from one of the bottle in the glass case behind the bar. She raises an eyebrow at Drognar's request for elven wine and can't help but comment, "A dwarf drinking elven wine? Is there an eclipse or something I should know about?" Finally she pours an ale for Dorora before going back to filling drink orders. "It shouldn't be to long, hopefully you don't have to be anywhere to soon."

Dark Archive

36007- 11 - Gnome - Universalist 3 | 26/26 HP | Fort: +3 Refex: +2 Will: +3 | Initiative: +5 | Perception: +2 | AC: 12/12/11 (Mage Armor 16/12/15)

After ordering an Aqua Rubea, Jax turns to the room and hollers out, "What fine adventurer here has a story to share or advice for some neophyte Pathfinders?! The best story will earn the right to hear my stories once I become the most powerful wizard in the lands!!"

Maximos has high aspirations

Grand Lodge

HP 24/24 | AC 18 T 12 FF 16 | Fort +5 Ref +6 Will +6 | CMD 13 (+4 vs Trip/Bull Rush) | Init +2 | Darkvision - Perc +3 (+2 Stone)

"Calistria be praised" says Drognar as he lifts his glass.

"A good conversation starter too." as he winks at the barkeep.

Sczarni

There is a moment of silence as the bat patrons take in the eager new recruit until one of the half orcs says. "Settle down rookie and stop acting like it's your first day out of the lodge." This triggers a lot of laughter from the bar at Mazimos expense. Though a young halfling woman doesn't seem to be laughing and motions for Mazimos to join her.

The bar tender just shakes her head at Drognar,"Not really that kind of bar friend." She says as she continues pouring drinks. "Though you might want to talk to Yargos Gill. I think he has a similar taste for eleven wine and priestesses of Calistria. He's sitting on the upper landing over there." Heryn points to the middle aged man sitting near the south east corner.

Grand Lodge

HP 24/24 | AC 18 T 12 FF 16 | Fort +5 Ref +6 Will +6 | CMD 13 (+4 vs Trip/Bull Rush) | Init +2 | Darkvision - Perc +3 (+2 Stone)

Drognar lowers his voice
"He actually looks more my type."

Drognar gives another wink as he takes his drink and slowly heads up to Mr. Gill.

Grand Lodge

HP: 4/9 | AC: 16/13/13 | Fort: +3, Ref: +3, Will: +4 | Init: +3 | Perception: +2, Low-Light | Channel Energy: 3/3 | Speak with Animals 4/4 rnds | Wooden Fists +1 5/5 rnds Elf Cleric of Erastil 1

Talathel winces a little at the laughs directed toward Mazimos and notices the young halfling woman motioning for Mazimos. Seeing as she seems to be as good conversation as any, he begins to head that way.

Sovereign Court

Core Monk 7 | AC (24/25v Evil)/19/(23)17 | HP 59/59 | Ki pool 6/6 | 50’ Movement | F+9, R+9, W+9 | +2 vs. Enchantment spells and effects)(immune to all diseases) | Init+2 |Perception + 13| Evasion |

"I will not weaken my senses with alcohol on a mission," Pau repeats. He was perfectly happy to listen to Society members talk about some of their prior successes, however. He drifts over towards the half orcs to hear any stories they might share.

Dark Archive

36007- 11 - Gnome - Universalist 3 | 26/26 HP | Fort: +3 Refex: +2 Will: +3 | Initiative: +5 | Perception: +2 | AC: 12/12/11 (Mage Armor 16/12/15)

" ... er ... but it is my first day out of the lodge ...", says Maximos, not getting the joke.

Maximos takes his drink to head to the beckoning halfling. Looking at Pau, "Ah, my good man, Drinking alcohol enhances a person’s problem solving skill. In my own experiments those under the effects of two drinks solved 40 percent more problems than their sober counterparts and took 12 seconds to complete the problem tasks I gave them compared to 15.5 seconds by the sober participants."

"Being too focused can blind a person to novel possibilities and a broader, more flexible state of attention may be helpful for creative solutions to emerge. Loosen up!"

He walks over to the halfling, "Pleased to meet you, Maximos Jax at your service!"

Actual study!

Sczarni

As Maximos introduces himself the young halfling replies. "Nice to meet you Maximos, my name is Janira Gavix. I wouldn't take what those other said personally, they just like to give the new Pathfinders a hard time. I myself have only just finished my own confirmation," she says with a simle. "So what brings you to the Wounded Wisp?"

As Pau moves closer to the half orcs he can hear them talking. "Can you believe that little gnome? Almost as bad as that Mendev crusader who thinks he's going to complete the trials of the Starstone. "

Dark Archive

36007- 11 - Gnome - Universalist 3 | 26/26 HP | Fort: +3 Refex: +2 Will: +3 | Initiative: +5 | Perception: +2 | AC: 12/12/11 (Mage Armor 16/12/15)

To Janira, "Exciting days! I'm anxious to begin my journey with the Pathfinders ... so much to find, power to gain! Oh ... we sent to the wounded wisp on a courier mission. We are taking a parcel acquired here to Venture-Captain Drandle Dreng ... likely just a pastrami sandwich and a hot drink! What, may I ask, has brought you to this establishment?"

Sovereign Court

Core Monk 7 | AC (24/25v Evil)/19/(23)17 | HP 59/59 | Ki pool 6/6 | 50’ Movement | F+9, R+9, W+9 | +2 vs. Enchantment spells and effects)(immune to all diseases) | Init+2 |Perception + 13| Evasion |

"The trials of the Starstone? When is someone attempting that? That is suicide, isn't it? Why hasn't someone tried to talk him out of that!"

Sczarni

Janira nods, "That Drandle Dreng is an insteresting one. Who knows what he really has in mind. I myself am here to take a little break before diving into some research on a discovery I made while I was out in the Kortos mountains. I'll be working with Venture Captain Kreighton Shaine and I hope it turns out to be another mission. That why I can try this out in the field." She places a shiny new wayfinder on the table.

The half orcs turn and look over at Pau and size him up. They seem to like what they see as they answer his questions. "Yeah it is pretty insane to try, but this Sir Reinhart of Kenabres sounds like one of them holy warriors on some 'devine' mission. Shrade and I have enough sense to still to the stuff we know we can do." The male half orc says as he nods to the female across the table from him. The Female nods back, [b]"Indeed we do Garl, we'd rather put our axes to use then try and solve puzzles or traps or who know what else is in that damn spire. You seem like you'd be good in a fight. You one with that little gnome over there?"

As Drognar approaches the man know as Yargos Gill he sees the man sitting alone with an oversized flagon of ale. Most of his attention is now focused on a large ominous looking tome.

Sovereign Court

Core Monk 7 | AC (24/25v Evil)/19/(23)17 | HP 59/59 | Ki pool 6/6 | 50’ Movement | F+9, R+9, W+9 | +2 vs. Enchantment spells and effects)(immune to all diseases) | Init+2 |Perception + 13| Evasion |

"I believe I am. Unfortunately," the monk whispers with a smile at the two strangers, and a shake of the head at both of the gnomes he had been subjected to.

Sczarni

Garl nods, "We've been on a few missions with the more intellectual type. Like to think and talk a lot. Better and faster to just let to axe do the work."

Dark Archive

36007- 11 - Gnome - Universalist 3 | 26/26 HP | Fort: +3 Refex: +2 Will: +3 | Initiative: +5 | Perception: +2 | AC: 12/12/11 (Mage Armor 16/12/15)

"Oooo, research! My favorite!", Max says excitedly, "Perhaps when I finish this courier mission you'd be amenable to aid in your research?", Maximos looks over to any of his party who might have been left behind and beckons them over. Knowledge is meant to be shared, "Ah, a Wayfinder ... I hope to earn mine soon ...

Grand Lodge

HP 24/24 | AC 18 T 12 FF 16 | Fort +5 Ref +6 Will +6 | CMD 13 (+4 vs Trip/Bull Rush) | Init +2 | Darkvision - Perc +3 (+2 Stone)

Drognar clears his throat and nods to Yargos.

"Mind if I join you, I think we might share some interests."
Drognar will show off his Calistrian trappings.

Silver Crusade

male gnome Cleric/1: HP (10/10): AC (20/touch=14/flat=17): Saves (Fort=3/Ref=3/Will=5): Initiative +4: Perception +6: Sense Motive +3

Binknbink turns to see the half-orcs approaching.

"Now, now big guys. You not be needing to test you skills with us."

"Yeah, why don't you go pick on someone your OWN size."

Binkbink puffs up his chest a bit, obviously accentuating his much smaller stature. He then tugs at the monk's waist.

"Perhaps we should be looking for that package, rather than... um... socializing?"

His voice drops to a whisper...

"I think you can take em, though!"

Sczarni

Shrade watches Binkbinks odd behavior and comments to Pau. "Looks like one followed you over and appears to be over excited."

Yargos looks at the Calistiran trappings then at the bearded dwarf. "A dwarf that worships an elven god. Fascinating, please do explain how one like yourself became associated with Calistria instead of...I don't know Torag?" He pulls out a paper and quill to take notes.

Janira considers Maximos for a moment. "I'm not sure how much control I will have over such things if another expedition does come from my research, but I shall do what I can." She smiles warmly. [b]"Who knows maybe you'll earn your own wayfinder from it."

Sovereign Court

Core Monk 7 | AC (24/25v Evil)/19/(23)17 | HP 59/59 | Ki pool 6/6 | 50’ Movement | F+9, R+9, W+9 | +2 vs. Enchantment spells and effects)(immune to all diseases) | Init+2 |Perception + 13| Evasion |

"I think you are hallucinating, friend gnome. No one is looking for a fight. You approached these orcs, not the other way around. Maybe you should go order a drink while we talk. I'll be with you soon enough."

Pai shakes his head as he turns back to the orcs at the table. "Simply maddening. I don't think I'll ever get used to the Society's way of passing out assignments, you know. Well, the daffy gnome is right that I have to go. Pleasure to meet you two."

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