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Sothis Info Packet


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Male Dwarf Forgepriest 7 | hp 68 | AC25 T11 FF 24 | CMD 16 | F +9 R +3 W +9 | Spd 20' | Init +5 | Perception +14
Spoiler:
Blessing: 6/6, Fervor 2d6 6/7, Sacred Weapon +1 7/7, Sacred Armor +1 7/7

Our employer gave us a bag with 1000 gp, don't tell me that Thorek drank it all.


The woman looks a little confused at Orlog's motioning at first, but when one of the sage's bids 45 gold, she will frown deeply and break out of the crowd and head for the same exit.

Shortly after the sage's bid, the Arch Docent will bid 50 gold.

Orlog is correct, you were given a 1000 gold stipend for anything at the auction that looked important for your expedition and/or any travel supplies not found in the storeroom.


Male Half-Orc Druid (Progenitor) 6 / Ranger (Trapper) 1

Zeebu stopped bidding - even with his Goblin level of intelligence, he knew he shouldn't compete with his party mates. When the Arch Docent bid 50 gold, however, the Goblin smiled, and spoke on good tone.

Zeebu bids 55 gold! - smiling, proud of himself.


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Totally forgot! Thanks for the reminder.


HP: 58/58 | ARMOR: 24 (T: 14 FF: 20) | CMD: 24 | SAVES:(F: 8* R: 9* W: 5*)*+2 saves vs poison, spells, spell-like abilites | INT: +5 | PERCEPTION +9|

I was just bidding with my gold since the "group" didnt mention it as an item we were going after. Otherwise, Valum has no problem spending someone elses gold! And he wouldnt mind using it to buy a lot of drinks!

Seeing Olrog's motion to get the ladies attention. Valum will almost roll through the crowd in pursuit adding a bit of drunkenness movement to gis pursuit.

Landing and hopefully bowing infront of the lady in question.
Acrobatics for rolling:1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16

Valum calls out using his most friendly blostering voice, "Miss, he aint look'n for ya to pull on his beard. He's look'n to make ye a deal, ya dunder head!" Then quietly and quickly trying not to catch attentions other than being a drunk rich dwarf, "As ye can see we have the means to purchase. Doesnt mean we want to keep them or even need them. Ye seem to have more interest than we do, maybe we can make a deal after the auction enh?"

Valum then quickly cheers on Zeebu, while giving him a sligh friendly wink"Maybe ye are paid too well if ye got all that gold sitting around, my lil green friend!


Male Dwarf Forgepriest 7 | hp 68 | AC25 T11 FF 24 | CMD 16 | F +9 R +3 W +9 | Spd 20' | Init +5 | Perception +14
Spoiler:
Blessing: 6/6, Fervor 2d6 6/7, Sacred Weapon +1 7/7, Sacred Armor +1 7/7

Orlog does raise an eyebrow at Valum's comment. But before he could say anything, it seem the other dwarf went back to the group. Looking back at the woman, he introduces himself.

"Tha name be Orlog BrightShield, and ye be?" He waits a bit to give her a chance to answer, and then continues on. "Ye seem pretty desperate ta buy this particular item, but seem ta lack tha fund ta compete. That got me curious has ta why someone with such a tight purse wou' want ta try ta buy anythin' here. Like me friend here said, we dinna need ta keep tha item after we study them. We cou' even be happy for an exact copy instead of tha original. So maybe we ken make a deal, yes?"


I submitted something yesterday but apparently didn't go thru.. trying again!

The young woman is taken aback by Valum's sudden appearance and stunned into inaction. Only once Orlog introduces himself she seems to snap out of the stun.

"My name...my name is Neferet Anu."

75 gold You hear called from the sage's group.

Neferet get's slightly distracted from your conversation to turn and check on the auction, turning back she speaks quickly.

"I'm a skilled translator. My family had lived in Sothis for generations and we've all been taught the ancient language. Unfortunately, I have trouble getting work, the Sage's guild won't accept new applicants without a notable translation and I can't get a notable translation job because anyone with something important...."

80 gold gets called by another voice in the crowd near the back of the tent.

Neferet sighs, "like rubbings reported to have information on the Four Pharaohs," she gestures towards the ongoing auction. "People only take to guilded translators. I was foolishly hoping I might be able to bid myself on the rubbings, brought everything I have. But it seems I am beyond short on funds. I saw you all bidding, I was hoping maybe we could come to an arrangement. I would be willing to translate it for you, I can even pitch in the money I was willing to pay, if you are willing to share them. I'm not looking for a free handout."


GM secret rolling goodness:
1d20 ⇒ 20
1d20 ⇒ 16


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Thorek calls out "Ninety gold!" and flashes a smile at the sage's group that is almost lost behind his gray beard.


Male Dwarf Forgepriest 7 | hp 68 | AC25 T11 FF 24 | CMD 16 | F +9 R +3 W +9 | Spd 20' | Init +5 | Perception +14
Spoiler:
Blessing: 6/6, Fervor 2d6 6/7, Sacred Weapon +1 7/7, Sacred Armor +1 7/7

Orlog looks at the woman for a second trying to see something that might not be there.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25

While he studies the woman, he hears the distinct voice of Thorek increasing the bid. For a second, a smile come to his face. But then he gets back to being serious.

"Ye think ye ken translate all tha purchases we will make today? What about what we find in tha field? Ken ye follow us? Think hard about those questions, this might be tha chance ye be lookin' for ta impress tha guild."


Male Half-Orc Druid (Progenitor) 6 / Ranger (Trapper) 1

Zeebu cheers at Thorek, as if the goblin was the supporter of a British soccer team. He doesn't seem particularly interested in bidding anymore.


HP:39/39 ;AC 19,T 12, FF18; Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +6; +2 vs. enchantments, +2 trait bonus vs. death effects, +2 vs. fear;

Valzoa begins to wonder if all this embarrassment is worth it.

Why... Didn't i prepare vanish today?

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Orlog:
She seems genuinely disappointed in not being able to afford the rubbings and honest in her desire to translate them. She seems surprised you are looking to agree so quickly, like she expected rejection. At the prospect of joining you in the field, you see a myriad of emotions cross her face. Surprise, Hopefulness, Excitement.

"I...I most certainly can!" She tries offering you her gold pouch. "That is more than I could have ever hoped for."

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The group of sage's seem to huddle together, discussing their bid, before one calls out of the group, "One hundred and twinty-five gold pieces." A small murmur of anticipation seems to come from the onlookers.


Male Dwarf Forgepriest 7 | hp 68 | AC25 T11 FF 24 | CMD 16 | F +9 R +3 W +9 | Spd 20' | Init +5 | Perception +14
Spoiler:
Blessing: 6/6, Fervor 2d6 6/7, Sacred Weapon +1 7/7, Sacred Armor +1 7/7

"Good, stay near us then and let's go git that rubbin'."

Orlog walks back in the tent and with a loud voice used to getting heard over the noise of a battlefield he calls to the auctioneer.

"One fifty!

Orlog doesn't take the gold that she offers.


The sages look dejected. The pair of young noblemen are grinning like two teenagers at a good party. The Kemesarian, seeing no one else call bids, begins to call for any further bids.

"Sold! To the stout Dwarven fellow in the back for 150 gold."


After Orlog passes the coin for the rubbings, the Kemesarian will ensure they are neatly wrapped in treated cloth designed to not smudge or remove the charcoal and present them in a nice waterproof scroll case.

With a successful DC25 Linguistics check after 3 hours of deep study this item will grant a +6 Know. History check specific to the Four Pharaohs.

Once Orlog leaves the presenter's table, the Kemesarian will begin with the next auction item.

"The next item is a beautifully carved stone figurine of a sleeping woman. Who was this ravishing beauty? A noblewoman of the court? Perhaps The Pharaoh of Number’s favorite concubine? Who will begin the bidding on this extraordinary statuette?"

The Paracount begins the bid with 10 gold.


HP: 58/58 | ARMOR: 24 (T: 14 FF: 20) | CMD: 24 | SAVES:(F: 8* R: 9* W: 5*)*+2 saves vs poison, spells, spell-like abilites | INT: +5 | PERCEPTION +9|

Valum shrugs. Shaking his head like one who has been had.

Watching the woman and Orlog interact. He walks over to Thorek and quietly says, "I'll be a bearded gnome if she wasnt expecting someone to stop her..... "

Valum yells out, "Lets make this interesting, 30g!!"


HP:39/39 ;AC 19,T 12, FF18; Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +6; +2 vs. enchantments, +2 trait bonus vs. death effects, +2 vs. fear;

Valzoa finally stands.
"Gentlemen, I intend on bidding on every single thing remaining in the auction." he says aloud. "And I will compete with every one of you until I get something. I don't care the price increase, but you might."

"50 Gold." He bids.


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Thorek rises and curses in Dwarven. He then says "Blast it, elfling! I was havin' fun!" With a huff he starts to make his way out of the auction hall, seemingly assured that there is no point bidding anymore.


Male Dwarf Forgepriest 7 | hp 68 | AC25 T11 FF 24 | CMD 16 | F +9 R +3 W +9 | Spd 20' | Init +5 | Perception +14
Spoiler:
Blessing: 6/6, Fervor 2d6 6/7, Sacred Weapon +1 7/7, Sacred Armor +1 7/7

Orlog goes next to Valzoa and whispers. "Ye know that we had tha last bid at 30 gold right? Ye just out bid yer own group."

Then he looks at the rest of the group. "I have just secured tha help of a translator for this stuff and anythin' else we will find on tha field. If we do git tha rest of tha stuff, at least ken we will ken more about it."


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Thorek will be going to the back of the room and will stand there looking grumpy. While there he will keep an eye on the other people betting, and will probably wander back after another piece or so is auctioned.


HP:39/39 ;AC 19,T 12, FF18; Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +6; +2 vs. enchantments, +2 trait bonus vs. death effects, +2 vs. fear;

Valzoa nods to Orlog. "I needed to make a statement. Sorry." he whispers.


Male Half-Orc Druid (Progenitor) 6 / Ranger (Trapper) 1

Zeebu is confused, but smiles back at Valzoa and Orlog, whispering as well.

Should Zeebu bid more? Zeebu has no coins. Only the coins given to all of us. Zeebu likes bidding, but Zeebu doesn't understand bidding.


THe Kemesarian's grin grows at Valzoa's statement. "Ah Friends, seems we have a challenge issued from the young elven fellow in the 3rd row. He aims to purchase everything. Surely someone will outbid him? The current bid in 50 gold for this lovely statuette. Who will outbid him?"

The first to answer the challenge in the Crook Bearer. '"75 gold"


HP:39/39 ;AC 19,T 12, FF18; Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +6; +2 vs. enchantments, +2 trait bonus vs. death effects, +2 vs. fear;

"80 Gold" Valzoa states with a grin.


100 gold, the Crook Bearer challenges.

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HP:39/39 ;AC 19,T 12, FF18; Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +6; +2 vs. enchantments, +2 trait bonus vs. death effects, +2 vs. fear;

Valzoa raises a hand. "150." he says, yawning.


Male Dwarf Forgepriest 7 | hp 68 | AC25 T11 FF 24 | CMD 16 | F +9 R +3 W +9 | Spd 20' | Init +5 | Perception +14
Spoiler:
Blessing: 6/6, Fervor 2d6 6/7, Sacred Weapon +1 7/7, Sacred Armor +1 7/7

"Come on ye, say, sold so that we ken pass ta tha next items and git ta tha real action." Orlog is happy to see that Valzoa is trying to outbid every other buyers, but at the same time, he would rather be in the field than stuck in the tent. He turns to Valzoa. "Ye wou' think that they wou' have realise by now that we nae be ta be taken lightly."


HP:39/39 ;AC 19,T 12, FF18; Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +6; +2 vs. enchantments, +2 trait bonus vs. death effects, +2 vs. fear;

"Or sanely." Valzoa agrees with Orlog. "After all, the lodge I applied at *is* a sanitorium."


200 gold. The Crook Bearer defiantly states.

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HP:39/39 ;AC 19,T 12, FF18; Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +6; +2 vs. enchantments, +2 trait bonus vs. death effects, +2 vs. fear;

"225!" Valzoa adds.


Male Half-Orc Druid (Progenitor) 6 / Ranger (Trapper) 1

It was quickly advancing to more gold than the goblin had ever seen before, so his eyes were blinking in attention. In truth he had seen more than that before - and used it on his equipment - but, yet, he didn't really know better. Plus, he didn't see much value on the item being purchased, so he was shocked - but imagining the elf knew what he was doing.

For a moment, he thought about standing up and yelling "a dozen dozen coins!", but he didn't know if it was more or less than the current number, so he preferred to stay quiet.


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Watching from the back, Thorek idly thought to himself how he wished that he had prepared a rune prepared that would set fire to the place. He fought down the urge to just yell out "a thousand gold for the entire lot" and be done with it. As much as he wanted to get a move on, he was still a dwarf, and didn't want to part with gold needlessly.


The Crook Bearer glares at Valzoa before shaking his head slightly at the Kemesarian, indicating he is out of the betting. When no one else speaks up for the piece, he calls "Sold! To the confident Elven fellow for 225!"

Once Valzoa has returned to his seating area the Kemesarian continues with the next item. "Up next is this collection of lovely green carved veinstones. Eleven in total, all varying in size, but all similarly shaped. Let's keep things interesting, who will open bidding at 100 gold?"

The Crook Bearer annoyed at loosing the last auction, takes the opening bid with 150 gold.


Male Half-Orc Druid (Progenitor) 6 / Ranger (Trapper) 1

Appraisal: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

The Goblin goggles the veinstones, trying to have a better idea of the price. He doesn't dare speak anything, though, limiting himself to eyeball the elf.


Male Dwarf Forgepriest 7 | hp 68 | AC25 T11 FF 24 | CMD 16 | F +9 R +3 W +9 | Spd 20' | Init +5 | Perception +14
Spoiler:
Blessing: 6/6, Fervor 2d6 6/7, Sacred Weapon +1 7/7, Sacred Armor +1 7/7

Orlog whispers to Valzoa. "We have 625 gold left, then it's from our own pocket. I dinna ken about ye, but I do have some travelin' money on me. Still goin' ta buy them all?"


Zeebu:
You would guess the rare stone itself is worth about 200 gold

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HP:39/39 ;AC 19,T 12, FF18; Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +6; +2 vs. enchantments, +2 trait bonus vs. death effects, +2 vs. fear;

"155 gold." Valzoa exclaims, grinning and giving his competition a wink.


The Crook Bearer counters at 175 gold.

The Arch Docent, clearly liking the Crook Bearers agitation, ups the bidding to 200 gold.


HP:39/39 ;AC 19,T 12, FF18; Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +6; +2 vs. enchantments, +2 trait bonus vs. death effects, +2 vs. fear;

"205 gold." Valzoa says.

He leans down to Orlog. "I'll cover my expenses, don't you worry about that."


ᚦᛟᚱᛖᚲ᛫ᛒᛚᛟᛟᛞᚠᛁᛋᛏ

Watching from the back, Thorek sighed. The auction was fun, but it felt like it was going on forever. He looked forward to meeting with the Chelaxians, though. If nothing else, it would be an interesting event. He wondered if they should go out and buy Zeebu a little suit. Make the goblin look nice and fancy. He smiled at that. Watching Valzoa bid, he decided that if this went on much longer he'd just stroll down there and grab the little bugger.


The Arch Docent counter with 225, quickly followed by the Crook Bearer at 275. Then the Paracount joins the fray with 275. Before Valzoa can blink, the 3 others have bid up each other and the most current bid is now 700 gold to the Crook Bearer.


HP:39/39 ;AC 19,T 12, FF18; Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +6; +2 vs. enchantments, +2 trait bonus vs. death effects, +2 vs. fear;

Valzoa starts laughing and gives the crook bearer a flourish and nods his head. "All yours." he chuckles.


The Arch Docent, seeing Valzoa is acquiescing the bid to the Crook Bearer, cuts in with a final 750 gold while giving the Crook Bearer a rather rude gesture.

When no other bids come. The Kemesarian calls The Arch Docent as the winner at 750g. "Ah, so there is a limit to the elven purse depth it seems. Shall we see how the next lot does?"

"This statuette is a cobra headed male, with three Ancient Osirion runes etched on the chest. Let's begin at 50 gold?"

The Crook Bearer is quick to take the opening bid at 50 gold.


HP:39/39 ;AC 19,T 12, FF18; Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +6; +2 vs. enchantments, +2 trait bonus vs. death effects, +2 vs. fear;

"60"


ᚦᛟᚱᛖᚲ᛫ᛒᛚᛟᛟᛞᚠᛁᛋᛏ

Growing impatient Thorek strides back in. "A hundred an bloody fifty! Nothin' goes for under that so let's cut to the chase." He goes straight to his party and sits with a harumph.

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