GMTrex's PFS [CORE] Destiny of the Sands Trilogy (Inactive)

Game Master Andrew Trexler

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The stifling heat of the afternoon sun in Sothis blankets the landscape. Ahead, the Sothis Pathfinder lodge, the Sandswept Hall, rises above the surrounding market stalls and tents of this small Sothis bazaar.

Scarab Sages

'The Grandidierite Sage' Male Half-Elf Sorceror 9 (HP 74/74) (AC 16/10/16) (CMD 12) (Fort +8, Ref +5, Will +8) (Init +6) (Perception +22)

Dotting for fun and profit :-)

Scarab Sages

Female Halfling Ranger 2/Paladin 2 | HP 31/32 | CMD 18 | AC 21, t 15, ff 17 | Fort +10 Ref +10 Will +8 (+2 vs. fear) | Init +6, Perc +10 | Active conditions: Darkvision

Dotting. Give me some time to manage all moving things. Lots is going on at the moment.

The Exchange

Male Human Cleric 3
Stats:
HP:39/39 [AC:18(12), T:12; F:16(18)] [F:6, R:3, W:6] [Perception +2, Init +9]

Lionel Reporting in!

The Exchange

Human Female Monk 5 / Fighter 1 | Arrows: 15, 10 silver 20 cold iron, 10 adamantine | 30 shuriken | Stunning Fist 5/5 | Ki 2/4 | HP 47/47 | AC 22 (T 17 FF 14) | CMD 20 | Saves 9/8/7 | Init 5 | Perception 9

Her time in the Emerald Spire had been quite profitable, but a rival thief soon reported her hideout to the Hellknights. Their no-nonsense attitude quickly flushed her out and on a boat to the desert lands of Sothis.

Disguise: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

The woman wore no more than a mask, some robes and a serpentile tattoo pattern across her body.

"Time for a new locale." She smiles and turns to meet you. "Call me Charis."


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Welcome, Charis! Everybody check the Discussion thread if you haven't already!

Scarab Sages

Female Halfling Ranger 2/Paladin 2 | HP 31/32 | CMD 18 | AC 21, t 15, ff 17 | Fort +10 Ref +10 Will +8 (+2 vs. fear) | Init +6, Perc +10 | Active conditions: Darkvision

Sarenrae be praised for the sun, sure, but this is a bit much, Eveline thinks to herself after an exhausting ship trek from Absalom to Sothis in sweltering heat, sun scorching the deck the whole time. The entire voyage Eveline spent the time under the deck, hiding from both excessive heat and from the gazes of perverted sailors. When finally arriving to the shore, she dons her new outfit; one that blends into the Osiriani culture a bit better than her old Taldan wardrobe. A flash of yellow, brown, and red together in a collection of covering clothes designs to protect from the harmful heat of the sun. Eveline is first in line to get to the shore, and heads straight towards the pathfinders' den.

A halfling woman tall for her race, clad in veiling robes enters the lodge. She starts to take off the top layer of her clothes, revealing a spectacularly buxom halfling. She does her best to hide this quality, however, and her clothes make sure nothing besides her body figure is seen. She is seen carrying a longbow made of darkwood and an array of weapons on her belt. Irritated by the hot weather, she heads to the closest chair and climbs on it deftly. She folds her arms across her chest and peers at the other agents with suspicion.

"Hello, I'm Eveline," the stout woman says, looking at Charis with curiosity, "a fresh, err, face, I guess. What has brought you to this cauldron they call a city?" She keeps using her hand as a fan to cool herself, careful not to sweat too much under the hot sun. A keen eye can spot her new chain shirt, which is not made of the traditional metal, but instead of a more precious truesilver, mithral.

The Exchange

Human Female Monk 5 / Fighter 1 | Arrows: 15, 10 silver 20 cold iron, 10 adamantine | 30 shuriken | Stunning Fist 5/5 | Ki 2/4 | HP 47/47 | AC 22 (T 17 FF 14) | CMD 20 | Saves 9/8/7 | Init 5 | Perception 9

"Evaline. Good to see you." She smiles. "My first time here, to someplace so warm and dry. Travel is oh so interesting, quite the benefit of being a Pathfinder, wouldn't you say?"

"Quite a beautiful bow you have there. Mine is more simple, built to withstand my strength, but nothing more."

The Exchange

Male Human Cleric 3
Stats:
HP:39/39 [AC:18(12), T:12; F:16(18)] [F:6, R:3, W:6] [Perception +2, Init +9]

"Heh. If it ain't ma, uh, third favorite haflin' in tha world. How's ya doin', Eve!", a large grin walks into the room, attached to an even larger man. A diamond stud is in each of his ears, and he's wearing a needlessly unbuttoned bright purple shirt, covered with a shined breastplate with holy Calistrian scenes. In his right ring-covered hand he's carrying a well crafted spear with a stylized wasp as the tip, and holding a sweating glass with the other. He leans the spear on the wall, taking off a ridiculously large-brimmed hat with a foot long yellow feather, as he bows.

"Good afternoon, miss! Lionel Wynne, at 'cha service.", he says as he sits on a pillow on the ground, and leans on the wall. "Nice shirt, by tha way!", he exclaims, pointing his perpetual good-natured grin at the halfling.

Scarab Sages

'The Grandidierite Sage' Male Half-Elf Sorceror 9 (HP 74/74) (AC 16/10/16) (CMD 12) (Fort +8, Ref +5, Will +8) (Init +6) (Perception +22)

A rake-thin half-elf, clad in a finely-tailored explorer's outfit, and leaning heavily on a well-worn quarterstaff made from aged, dark wood, strides into the meeting chamber, and smiles when he sees his two regular compatriots.

"Eveline, Lionel! 'Tis good to see the two of you again."

He then turns to Charis, and gives her a winning smile.

"Greetings! My name is Numair Salmalin. I will be covering our arcane support for this mission, as well as our diplomatic services. Where do your skills lie?"


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A mousy courier steps outside in the warm sun, opens his mouth to say something, pauses, frowns, turns around, and heads back inside.

Lionel & Numair -- please post in the Discussion thread!

I've got two (hopefully) additional recruits on the way. We'll get started as soon as they arrive, but it might be a day or three. I appreciate everyone's patience.

Scarab Sages

Female Halfling Ranger 2/Paladin 2 | HP 31/32 | CMD 18 | AC 21, t 15, ff 17 | Fort +10 Ref +10 Will +8 (+2 vs. fear) | Init +6, Perc +10 | Active conditions: Darkvision

Eveline is taken slightly aback by Charis' good manners, something Eveline is not used to. "Very nice to meet you too," she replies, a tad sheepishly, "I personally don't like long travels, especially ones where you sit put on a chair for weeks on end, but I do enjoy the solitude most journeys provide."

"Ah, yes, I got this bow as a gift from the society," Eveline explains, taking the bow out to show it, "would have cost me a fortune back then, good thing they saw my skills at archery and provided me a proper tool."

She's interrupted by Lionel entering, and her early enthusiasm turns into a stupefied dullness. Eveline remains silent, and becomes visible irate when she spots Lionel's gaze wandering, by reflex covering her midsection. "Yes, very nice," she replies, gritting her teeth. She doesn't outright hate Lionel, but his manners and overall demeanor rubs the wrong way. His allegiance to Calistria—goddess of lust and vengeance—is something Eveline finds disgusting. Her past consisting of multiple not-so-welcome advances, especially from the church of Calistria in the form of "job applications", has made her wary of acolytes of that certain faith.

Eveline's sour mood is temporarily alleviated as Numair enters; all she can do is a meek hand gesture to say hello, not moving her arms off her chest. "Hi," she manages to say quietly.

The Exchange

Human Female Monk 5 / Fighter 1 | Arrows: 15, 10 silver 20 cold iron, 10 adamantine | 30 shuriken | Stunning Fist 5/5 | Ki 2/4 | HP 47/47 | AC 22 (T 17 FF 14) | CMD 20 | Saves 9/8/7 | Init 5 | Perception 9

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
The Maiden sits upright and pays attention as the other members enter. She makes a few mental notes, especially about Eveline's sudden shyness.

"Haha. I seem to be the newcomer to your group. You must have had many adventures together. I would certainly love to hear more about them later. For now though, I am quite the acrobat. If you need me to navigate hazards, do not hesitate to ask." She quickly stretches her arms, showing off more of her scaly tattoos.

"Something tells me Eveline has made a few impressive shots in her career. I practice quite a bit of archery in my free time." She turns to the halfling. "While we wait for the other guests, would you like to practice a few shots outside? I do enjoy some peace and quiet right before the mission briefing."

Scarab Sages

Female Halfling Ranger 2/Paladin 2 | HP 31/32 | CMD 18 | AC 21, t 15, ff 17 | Fort +10 Ref +10 Will +8 (+2 vs. fear) | Init +6, Perc +10 | Active conditions: Darkvision

"Uuh, yeah, we've been assigned to the same missions for quite a while now," Eveline answers, calming down considerably thanks to Charis' polite behavior, "we certainly can do some practice rounds out back, I guess the lodge does have a range of sorts that provides enough space for archery."

Eveline hops down from the chair, and grabs her bow with her. She is almost leaving the room to go do some practice, but she quickly snatches her belongings with her. Still, she doesn't don the Osiriani clothes for the training, risking insufficient cover.

The Exchange

Male Human Cleric 3
Stats:
HP:39/39 [AC:18(12), T:12; F:16(18)] [F:6, R:3, W:6] [Perception +2, Init +9]

Lionel grins at Numair as the ladies leave. "What's the point of practicin' at this time? I'm damn sure in 'bout haffa day we'll be fightin' somethin'. Again." He pulls the emptied pillows to himself, and laying on them, pulls out a cigarette, and another one to offer to Numair. Lighting it, up, he all but lies down on the three pillows and takes a deep swig and a draw. "I'm jus' relaxin' now, before I hafta be shot, stabbed, or whateva. An' I can't do anythin' in this heat.", he says, taking another sip.

Silver Crusade

Halfling Paladin 4 | HP 33/33 | AC 21 | T 16 | FF 16 | CMD 20| Fort +10 | Ref +10 | Will +8 (immune disease, fear) | Init +5 | Perc +3

As the ladies step away to do some target shooting, a small figure rushes up to the group, wiping sweat from his brow. "I finally get back home from Qadira and they turn me around and send me to Osirion! To a city with a giant dead beetle in the middle of it! Wish the Society would just have sent a letter and told me to stay in the sand and heat!" Stopping his rant, he says, "Forgive me, it's been a long journey...with a long journey before that. I am Pimwrick Swiftfeather, often called just Pim."

He's a nimble halfling, of average height and build for his people, with dark brown hair and warm, caramel-colored eyes. He wears a beautifully-wrought ashwood bow sticking over one shoulder and an almost toy-sized greatsword over the other. A black iron morningstar hangs at his hip, its dark color in stark contract to the gleaming links of his chainmail shirt.

Spotting Eveline, he says kindly, "Well, that's nice, makes one feel a bit more at home." More quietly, he adds to himself, "Though what would really feel like home would be taking my ease at my folks' farm, doing a chore or two from time to time, and not braving the heat, dust and wild animals in the desert again. But I have to represent the family, for the good of the Society and the honor of Old Deadeye, that's right, that's why I'm here."

Having talked his way around to feeling he's in the right place for the moment, he says pleasantly, "I don't believe I've met any of you, but I'm sure it will be a pleasure to work with all of you. Does anyone know why we're here?"

Scarab Sages

Female Halfling Ranger 2/Paladin 2 | HP 31/32 | CMD 18 | AC 21, t 15, ff 17 | Fort +10 Ref +10 Will +8 (+2 vs. fear) | Init +6, Perc +10 | Active conditions: Darkvision

Eveline shudders for a brief moment as Pimwrick addresses her, fearing for the worst. His good manners and polite behavior make her feel more at ease, though, and instead of straining her muscles to brace for anything, she relaxes and lets her shoulders down. Still, Eveline's eyes watch Pimwrick's motions carefully.

"Oh, hi," Eveline replies, a bit nervous still. "Heh, I sure haven't met another halfling during my missions either. Only been with these tall folk."

Eveline listens to Pimwrick's story about farmlife and unnecessary trips. She starts to ponder, rubbing her temple when she hears the name Old Deadeye. "So you're... a follower of Erastil? Given your farming background, though, it does sound right. You've been to Osirion before, or what desert are you talking about?"

Silver Crusade

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Halfling Paladin 4 | HP 33/33 | AC 21 | T 16 | FF 16 | CMD 20| Fort +10 | Ref +10 | Will +8 (immune disease, fear) | Init +5 | Perc +3

"What? Oh, yes, was sort of talking to myself, I guess" Pimwrick replies to Eveline, his eyes widening a bit as he notices just how...shapely she is. Clearing his throat uncomfortably, he responds more directly to her questions, "Yes, I serve Erastil, mostly because my family has for generations and I want to do right by them. And no, I've never visited Osirion, but my most recent job for the Society had me trekking across the desert of southern Qadira. I'd guess we've got more of the same on this job, unless we have to stay here in the city."

Worrying that he may have been rude in just chatting with the attractive halfling, Pim turns to the others, introducing himself to Numair and the Maiden, and somewhat awkwardly attempting to shake Lionel's hand as the man reclines on a pile of pillos.

The Exchange

Human Female Monk 5 / Fighter 1 | Arrows: 15, 10 silver 20 cold iron, 10 adamantine | 30 shuriken | Stunning Fist 5/5 | Ki 2/4 | HP 47/47 | AC 22 (T 17 FF 14) | CMD 20 | Saves 9/8/7 | Init 5 | Perception 9

"A good day to you, Pimwrick." The masked woman smiles. "I often go by the name Charis. I look forward to...whatever our mission is."

She fires an arrow at the target. "I've been stuck in an underground spire for the last few months. Perhaps you can tell us more about desert later, once we're on our way. Say hello to our teammates inside, will you? "

As Pimwrick goes out of earshot, she whispers "He seems kindhearted." The Maiden fires another arrow at the target. "If he makes any trouble though, I will make sure to remind him of his duty."

You have a +8 to ranged attacks versus my +6, so you're bound to win this archery contest.

Scarab Sages

Female Halfling Ranger 2/Paladin 2 | HP 31/32 | CMD 18 | AC 21, t 15, ff 17 | Fort +10 Ref +10 Will +8 (+2 vs. fear) | Init +6, Perc +10 | Active conditions: Darkvision

"Erastil's a good god, but never had a foothold in Taldor, where I am from," Eveline says. She shudders a bit when saying the nation's name out loud, so it is evident she doesn't think highly of Taldor. "I've begun to find Sarenrae's teaching close to my heart, myself of course. Her devout followers hiding under Taldor's watchful eye impressed me with their kindness, honesty, and overall righteousness. But this is the first mission here under the desert's sun, Osirion, too. I can only hope Sarenrae is merciful with her light..."

As Pimwrick turns to greet others, she looks at Charis briefly. Whispering back: "He's certainly a lot better than the majority of halflings, that's for sure. Most halflings you see have been forced into a career of burglary, treachery, and robbery. That often makes the individuals rash and chauvinist. Bad habits go hand in hand with bad manners, it seems."

Eveline lifts her own bow, aiming at the target, and launches her small arrow. "Huh, we're both pretty good shots, it seems," Eveline says, nodding in approval, "I noticed Pimwrick carrying a bow as well. That's really good, so far I've been the sole ranged support in my teams. Lionel there," Eveline points to the dark man laying a fortress of pillows, "is rather daft and vulgar, but handles his... spear well in battle." She sighs. "And Numair was just as strong, but apparently underwent some ludicrous diet, or had a mishap in some magic experiment, and is now a weakling. But he's an arcane user, so what can you expect?"

She chuckles briefly. Her smiles dies down quickly as she remembers what might happen if she lets her guard down.

And Pimwrick has +9. Still, both Eveline and Pimwrick are very even when it comes to archery... and statwise, as well.

The Exchange

Male Human Cleric 3
Stats:
HP:39/39 [AC:18(12), T:12; F:16(18)] [F:6, R:3, W:6] [Perception +2, Init +9]

Lionel shakes the newcomer's hand with his massive, ring-covered paw. "Pleased ta meetcha, Pim! Welcome to tha crew!", he says. "No, brotha, I haven't gotta clue what we're here for either. Noone tells me that stuff.", he says, offering the halfling a grin.

He takes another swig of his almost emptied glass and puts it on the ground. "So, I've learned a coupla new magic tricks now! I can go invisible an' all.", he says excitedly at Numair. "An' you, Nummer? Got somethin' new?", he asks the half-elf, grinning.

Scarab Sages

'The Grandidierite Sage' Male Half-Elf Sorceror 9 (HP 74/74) (AC 16/10/16) (CMD 12) (Fort +8, Ref +5, Will +8) (Init +6) (Perception +22)

Numair smiles wanly, and shakes his head.

"Not yet, my friend. I feel something just on the cusp of understanding; a spreading warmth, a raging fire within me that I think I will soon be able to harness to my advantage, but not quite yet..."

The Exchange

Male Human Cleric 3
Stats:
HP:39/39 [AC:18(12), T:12; F:16(18)] [F:6, R:3, W:6] [Perception +2, Init +9]

Lionel chuckles. "As long as ya tell me when ya know 'bout it! Don't like bein' set on fire, ya know.", he grins.

Scarab Sages

'The Grandidierite Sage' Male Half-Elf Sorceror 9 (HP 74/74) (AC 16/10/16) (CMD 12) (Fort +8, Ref +5, Will +8) (Init +6) (Perception +22)

Numair grins.

"Well, I wouldn't want to singe your eyebrows... I'll do my level best to make sure back-blast isn't your first warning!"


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The same courier pokes his head out of the double-doors that serve as the Sandswept Hall's main entrance. "If you could follow me, please..." He leads you up a staircase to the right of the atrium, through a short hallway, and finally into an airy office.

Venture-Captain Norden Balentiir shutters of the windows in his second-story office overlooking the lodge’s tranquil gardens and seats himself behind his writing desk. He nods and introduces a thin, aging Garundi man in an ornately bejeweled and feathered turban. "This is Amenopheus, the Sapphire Sage. I trust most of you know of him already. If you don’t, know that he has served both the Ruby Prince and the Pathfinder Society for many years, uncovering vast troves of lore from Ancient Osirion and mentoring some of our finest agents. He recently approached my colleagues and me with a request for assistance, and the Society has agreed to step up and aid its ally. The arrangement is, in fact, rather mutually beneficial." He nods to Amenopheus, signaling the elder man to speak.

"Faithful servants of the past, I bid you greetings," the wizened sage says with a shallow bow. "Our esteemed ruler, the Ruby Prince, recently released me from his service, which has freed me to learn more about a little-known organization to which I belong: the Jeweled Sages, protectors of Osirion’s history and chroniclers of its past glories. Quite by accident, I found myself initiated into this group, and have long believed myself to be its sole surviving member. Each sage in the group possesses a unique jewel--a priceless artifact that contains memories of Osirion’s golden age."

He pauses as if considering how to express his thoughts. "For many years, I have sought news of any other members of the Jeweled Sages. My agents recently learned of the Diamond Sage, whom they traced to the city of Eto in the Osirian Desert. At the same time, I received word from a reliable source that several other jewels lie in the vicinity. I ask that you travel to Eto, negotiate with my contact in the city for his assistance, and then use what you learn to find the Diamond Sage and these lost jewels."

Venture-Captain Balentiir frowns and adds, "This contact has tried to remain anonymous, but we suspect he is none other than Grandmaster Torch. If you’ve heard of him--or worse, met him--you may know trading favors is his signature. Regardless of Torch’s past treacheries, we need you to deal with him fairly for the information. There is a caravan leaving for Eto in a few hours, so don’t delay."

Any questions?

Silver Crusade

Halfling Paladin 4 | HP 33/33 | AC 21 | T 16 | FF 16 | CMD 20| Fort +10 | Ref +10 | Will +8 (immune disease, fear) | Init +5 | Perc +3

Pimwrick is considering going outside to join the archery contest, but decides it's too hot and he'd much rather sit here in the quiet shade a moment, perhaps see if he can get Lionel to give up a pillow or two. Before he can make the attempt, however, he and his fellow Pathfinders are summoned to meet with the Venture-Captain and the Sapphire Sage.

Though he's rather intrigued by the tales of princes and troves of lore, in a distant sort of way, Pim's heart sinks a bit when his fears are confirmed. "Travel across the desert, you say?" he asks after sighing deeply. "How long a journey are we talking about? And who's Grandmaster Torch?"

Scarab Sages

Female Halfling Ranger 2/Paladin 2 | HP 31/32 | CMD 18 | AC 21, t 15, ff 17 | Fort +10 Ref +10 Will +8 (+2 vs. fear) | Init +6, Perc +10 | Active conditions: Darkvision

Hearing the call for briefing, Eveline puts back her longbow and nods at Charis, moving back inside to first fetch her belongings before joining others upstairs. As she sees the Sapphire Sage, she bows discreetly.

"I've heard of Grandmaster Torch, but never met him," Eveline says, "I recall he was a close associate of the Society, but for reasons unbeknownst to me he departed, leaving quite an ire. But yeah, I'm just as clueless otherwise, maybe you could give us a good run-through, such as are we going to receive the required information as we get there, or do we have to pay him with some item, information, or gold?"

Eveline smiles a bit as Pim complains about the itinerary. At least she's not the only one disliking the extreme heat. "Hopefully we're not going on foot, right?" she says to Pim with a smirk, which quickly dies down as he turns to look at Norden Balentiir, "right?"

Scarab Sages

'The Grandidierite Sage' Male Half-Elf Sorceror 9 (HP 74/74) (AC 16/10/16) (CMD 12) (Fort +8, Ref +5, Will +8) (Init +6) (Perception +22)

Numair ponders for a moment, before asking:

"Where in Eto are we supposed to meet him? I would rather have to scour a city for him, if at all possible."

The Exchange

Male Human Cleric 3
Stats:
HP:39/39 [AC:18(12), T:12; F:16(18)] [F:6, R:3, W:6] [Perception +2, Init +9]

"Masta Torch, eh! I remember him? Ya know, with Caylean's keg, folks. Don' tell me I imagined all that.", says Lionel, sending a glare towards Eveline and Numair. "Tha Grandmasta was bein' helpful last time. Don' really recall somethin' bad happenin'. You sayin' he left?", he mentions to the party, directing the question to Eveline.

He crosses his arms. "So, we go to this Eto place, talk ta, probably, Grandmaster Torch, and get them memory gems. Think is pretty clear.", he nods.

As soon as Eveline mentions the heat, Lionel grins. "Ya know, I was talkin' ta one o' tha High Priestesses earlier on. 'Cause I knew I was goin' somewhere hot, see.", as he snaps his thick fingers, muttering some words and an ethereal fan the shape of a wing appears and starts waving around him, sending a cool gust. "I can give ya an' Nummer a spell, lasts for 'bout a day. I'll go an' pick up one o' them cool robes an' brave tha heat.", he proposes with a grin.

Lionel's offering an Endure Elements spell for Numair and Eve, as the people with lowest Fortitude saves.

@GM, I'll post a revised lvl 3 spell list before the party departs, with a selection of default spells.

Scarab Sages

Female Halfling Ranger 2/Paladin 2 | HP 31/32 | CMD 18 | AC 21, t 15, ff 17 | Fort +10 Ref +10 Will +8 (+2 vs. fear) | Init +6, Perc +10 | Active conditions: Darkvision

I completely forgot. *facepalm*

Eveline slaps her forehead. "You're right, Lionel," she says, a bit sheepishly, "for some reason I didn't think a burnt fellow perpetually in a tub would be the hated monstrosity. Besides, we've been traveling for months after that..."

Eveline eyes Lionel with suspicion, but eventually just shrugs. "If we get to travel to Eto in a shade, a carriage of sorts, I won't mind the heat as much. If we need to travel by foot or otherwise under the sun, I'd appreciate it."

The Exchange

Human Female Monk 5 / Fighter 1 | Arrows: 15, 10 silver 20 cold iron, 10 adamantine | 30 shuriken | Stunning Fist 5/5 | Ki 2/4 | HP 47/47 | AC 22 (T 17 FF 14) | CMD 20 | Saves 9/8/7 | Init 5 | Perception 9

The Maiden is certain she has a good shot as she sees Eveline's arrow hit the further target. "Haha! I know when to admit defeat. You have quite the eye for this."

The courier gets her attention and summons her to the Venture-Captain's office. "Enough of that for now."

Knowledge(Local): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

The Maiden gulps as she hears the name of Grandmaster Torch. "Oh...Quite the secret keeper, that one. Still, if he can keep up his end of the bargain..." She muses.
How many goods did I sell to his associates? Best to keep my mouth shut for now.

"We will certainly help you discover the wherabouts of the other Jeweled Sages, sir." She returns Amenopheus's bow. "I am ready when you all are."


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"On foot? Yes, of course. Do I look like I have wizards lying around, to teleport you willy-nilly? Surely Pathfinders such as yourselves can stomach a little sun?" Balentiir scoffs. "I have made an arrangement with a caravan leader departing for Eto, and I have already paid for your passage."

Balentiir scans the faces of his agents and sighs heavily. "Torch is a charming devil to be sure. He always plays one side of a deal against the other, and usually ends up ahead. You’ll recognize him by his burn scars. He suffered some injury that never seems to heal. Whatever you do, never fully trust him. The man usually deals in favors; likely he'll have some favor he wants you to do before he gives us what we need."

"He is staying at the House of the White Uraeus, a fancy inn that caters to those in need of healing and rest," Amenopheus adds quietly.

More questions?

Scarab Sages

'The Grandidierite Sage' Male Half-Elf Sorceror 9 (HP 74/74) (AC 16/10/16) (CMD 12) (Fort +8, Ref +5, Will +8) (Init +6) (Perception +22)

Numair inclines his head to Amenopheus.

"Thank-you. That is most helpful."

Scarab Sages

Female Halfling Ranger 2/Paladin 2 | HP 31/32 | CMD 18 | AC 21, t 15, ff 17 | Fort +10 Ref +10 Will +8 (+2 vs. fear) | Init +6, Perc +10 | Active conditions: Darkvision

Eveline first looks shocked as Balentiir confirms they'll be moving on foot; what a ludicrous idea to travel from one city to another without another mode of transport! But once he mentions a caravan, Eveline feels more relaxed. "A caravan! I thought you'd make us march," she says, not happy about Norden's unnecessary scoffing. She turns to look at her colleagues, curious if they still have some questions worthwhile the captain's time. Regardless, she moves back to don her desert robes back on. They conveniently disguise her figure.

"House of the White Uraeus, Grandmaster Torch. Got it. Do we need to know something else about Eto?"

Once the question regarding Eto has been answered, Eveline is good to go.

The Exchange

Human Female Monk 5 / Fighter 1 | Arrows: 15, 10 silver 20 cold iron, 10 adamantine | 30 shuriken | Stunning Fist 5/5 | Ki 2/4 | HP 47/47 | AC 22 (T 17 FF 14) | CMD 20 | Saves 9/8/7 | Init 5 | Perception 9

"Yes, the Grandmaster is quite the broker." Sold me a toy for much less than it was worth; if I knew the nobleman cherished it that much I would have returned it.

"Dressed lightly, the desert is no more than an exercise in water conservation." She shrugs. "I am ready."

Silver Crusade

Halfling Paladin 4 | HP 33/33 | AC 21 | T 16 | FF 16 | CMD 20| Fort +10 | Ref +10 | Will +8 (immune disease, fear) | Init +5 | Perc +3

Suppressing a groan of dismay, Pim replies to Charis' remark. "Well, that and sand extraction. You wouldn't believe how it can get everywhere, I got a ton of it straight up my...er, harmonica," he finishes awkwardly. "But I'm ready to go."

Scarab Sages

Female Halfling Ranger 2/Paladin 2 | HP 31/32 | CMD 18 | AC 21, t 15, ff 17 | Fort +10 Ref +10 Will +8 (+2 vs. fear) | Init +6, Perc +10 | Active conditions: Darkvision

Eveline lets out an unintentional chuckle. She quickly clears her throat and regains her composure. She directs a few words to Pim with a sarcastic grin.

Halfling:
"Gee, all I've ever had sand go are in my shoes. I wonder what you actually do in a desert now, Pim."

Silver Crusade

Halfling Paladin 4 | HP 33/33 | AC 21 | T 16 | FF 16 | CMD 20| Fort +10 | Ref +10 | Will +8 (immune disease, fear) | Init +5 | Perc +3

Pim's face reddens a bit before he replies in a slightly defensive tone, "It was hot, and it was really, really windy, okay? And I'd never seen a bucket that big before and...oh, never mind."

His face reddens just a bit more when he realizes he's replied in Common, and everyone can understand him, including the Venture-Captain. "Right, time to go," he says firmly, patting his sides and pockets as if checking to be sure he's got everything, then heading for the door and hoping the others will follow.

Scarab Sages

Female Halfling Ranger 2/Paladin 2 | HP 31/32 | CMD 18 | AC 21, t 15, ff 17 | Fort +10 Ref +10 Will +8 (+2 vs. fear) | Init +6, Perc +10 | Active conditions: Darkvision

Eveline just smiles innocently and then turns to look at Lionel; her face sours immediately. "What?"

Ready to go, but happy to continue roleplaying.

Scarab Sages

'The Grandidierite Sage' Male Half-Elf Sorceror 9 (HP 74/74) (AC 16/10/16) (CMD 12) (Fort +8, Ref +5, Will +8) (Init +6) (Perception +22)

Numair casts a sidelong glance at Pimwrick and smirks faintly.

Ooo... this should be interesting!

He then nods.

"Agreed. The sooner we are on our way, the better."

The Exchange

Male Human Cleric 3
Stats:
HP:39/39 [AC:18(12), T:12; F:16(18)] [F:6, R:3, W:6] [Perception +2, Init +9]

Lionel grins. "I ain't said nothin', boss.", he replies to Eveline, his smile widening another bit as her face reacts. "As for sand, I'mma can personally recommend goin' in cavalier. An' wearin' sandals. Helps with the chafin'.", he nods at Pim. "So, what've ya done for tha Society, Pim? Anythin' real glorious?", he asks, feeling ready to tell about the party's exploits.

Silver Crusade

Halfling Paladin 4 | HP 33/33 | AC 21 | T 16 | FF 16 | CMD 20| Fort +10 | Ref +10 | Will +8 (immune disease, fear) | Init +5 | Perc +3

Pim's winces slightly at the mention of 'chafing' but he keeps silent on the matter, responding instead to Lionel's question. "I've mostly been listening to folk tell tales, which is fine by me. My first job was in a wretched hive of scum and villainy - do you know Riddleport at all? Chased a bunch of thugs around there. Mostly been in the desert since then."

Somewhat hesitantly, he asks the same question of Lionel, "What have your missions been like? And who are your two most favorite halflings, if Eveline is third?"

Pim is mostly a GM credit baby, hence the 'listening to folk tell tales.'


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Balentiir peers at Eveline quizzically. "No, nothing in particular. Eto is a major trade hub, deep in the Osirion desert. Not the best place to buy seafood, if that's what you're asking."

Amenopheus pulls a weathered stone from his robes and strikes it once against the wall to break the stone into two crystalline geode halves. He hands one piece to Eveline. "If you find one of the jewels of my order or the person known as the Diamond Sage, I ask that you contact me. Concentrate on the stone and speak a message of a few dozen words. I will hear you and respond with further instructions. It will only work once, so keep it safe."

Balentiir waves a hand toward the door. "Your caravan will be leaving from the West gate in about two hours. The caravan leader is a young-looking Garundi man called Eben, always wears garish colors and a ridiculously wide-brimmed hat. Trustworthy. Worked with us before. Oh, and I have arranged for another agent to meet you outside of Eto, an elf who goes by the name of Kailun. Be sure to exchange signals to be certain it is he. Best of luck, Pathfinders. And as always, Explore, Report, Cooperate."

Eveline wrote:
Ready to go, but happy to continue roleplaying.

Indeed, I have prepared a little roleplaying mini-adventure for the caravan journey to allow Kailun more time to catch up. :)

There is time to swing by the markets, if that is needed, or you can head straight for the West gate. Lionel also has time to wander to a bar or a house of Calistria, of course...

Scarab Sages

Female Halfling Ranger 2/Paladin 2 | HP 31/32 | CMD 18 | AC 21, t 15, ff 17 | Fort +10 Ref +10 Will +8 (+2 vs. fear) | Init +6, Perc +10 | Active conditions: Darkvision

Well aren't you funny, Eveline thinks to herself as Balentiir tells the most hilarious jokes. Someone in his position shouldn't be jesting around like that, at least not in Eveline's mind.

She handles the geode half with curiosity. "Alright, we'll put this somewhere safe," she replies and stuffs it in her backpack (I'm assuming it has no real weight?).

Once Eveline and the rest of the group go outside towards the caravan's meeting place, she too begins to talk of their previous exploits. "Riddleport? I sincerely hope I'd be joking, but we just returned from that cesspit," Eveline starts, charming as ever, "had to ensure the safety of a scholar, and as a byproduct managed to gather a reputation in that town. And as with every 'hero', people come up with nicknames and... mine were, uh, improper." Eveline shudders slightly before continuing, trying to wipe Riddleport out of her mind. "Other than that we've been mostly in Absalom. In a city that big there's always some trouble where pathfinders are needed."

The Exchange

Human Female Monk 5 / Fighter 1 | Arrows: 15, 10 silver 20 cold iron, 10 adamantine | 30 shuriken | Stunning Fist 5/5 | Ki 2/4 | HP 47/47 | AC 22 (T 17 FF 14) | CMD 20 | Saves 9/8/7 | Init 5 | Perception 9

"Always trouble in the big city." The Maiden chuckles. "Me and my friends were tasked to clear out a tower that once belonged to a wizard of some kind. There were some very annoying spiders who liked to hide in mist an darkness- not entertaining in terms of target practice."

"Alas, the tower had worn down our resolve, and I soon found myself the only person willing to enter the tower. It's not exactly a vacation spot, so I began to look elsewhere for adventure."

"It's nice to be above ground, for a change. I haven't seen the sun in such a long time!" She smile, glancing at the sky.

The Exchange

Male Human Cleric 3
Stats:
HP:39/39 [AC:18(12), T:12; F:16(18)] [F:6, R:3, W:6] [Perception +2, Init +9]

Lionel grins at Balentiir, then turns to Eveline. "I dunno, boss, I wouldn't real call 'em inappropriate. Spicy, though." He crosses his arms. "I wouldn't call Riddleport a cesspit either, jus, ya know, lively. No town with honeyed wine's bad in ma books.", he grins, pointing to his neck where several holy symbols hang, ones of Cayden Cailean and Pharasma hanging around a massive symbol of Calistria, the blades silvered. "As for Absalom, it neva lacks for excitement either!", he nods.


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Two separate caravans prepare for departure at the West gate, but a man with a truly unreasonable hat (putting Lionel's to shame) is easily identifiable making final checks on accounts and sending servants scurrying to and fro with various sacks and satchels. About forty camels, most already laden, stand spitting and sh*tting nearby, and a small gaggle of colorfully dressed merchants attend to them.

The Exchange

Human Female Monk 5 / Fighter 1 | Arrows: 15, 10 silver 20 cold iron, 10 adamantine | 30 shuriken | Stunning Fist 5/5 | Ki 2/4 | HP 47/47 | AC 22 (T 17 FF 14) | CMD 20 | Saves 9/8/7 | Init 5 | Perception 9

The Maiden walks around the caravan, taking inventory and noting who isn't as secure as they should be.

My, my. Whom will I visit after this adventure? No Hellknights either- what a relief!

Scarab Sages

Female Halfling Ranger 2/Paladin 2 | HP 31/32 | CMD 18 | AC 21, t 15, ff 17 | Fort +10 Ref +10 Will +8 (+2 vs. fear) | Init +6, Perc +10 | Active conditions: Darkvision

"Spicy," Eveline repeats quietly, then sighs heavily. That man lacks the perspective. "And Riddleport is favored by pirates and other scum, that's a fact. I doubt the law enforcement is all that lawful either. Thus, a cesspit." Eveline doesn't look for a reply from Lionel, and heads over to the caravan. She's glad her desert type wardrobe masks her well in the crowd.

While Charis examines the caravan, quite discreetly too, Eveline goes over to the caravan master, the young man with a ludicrous hat, and tugs the man's jacket. "Excuse me, you're the caravan master, I presume?" she asks as politely as she can, "we're from the Pathfinder Society. Venture-captain Norden Balentiir has told us you are to take us to Eto, and that the trip has already been paid for. What are the arrangements?"

Silver Crusade

Halfling Paladin 4 | HP 33/33 | AC 21 | T 16 | FF 16 | CMD 20| Fort +10 | Ref +10 | Will +8 (immune disease, fear) | Init +5 | Perc +3

Listening to the others speak of Riddleport and towers full of spiders, Pim can't help but observe, "Boy, the Society sure sends us to the best places, huh? I'd love a mission that took place at a little country inn, with a shady garden and a well-stocked larder. But there'd probably be someone staying there who was trying to open a portal to let demons and devils and such come eat all the smoked ham, if the Society sent me there."

He blushes again, this time at imagining the 'spicy' nicknames picked up by Eveline, but he's pretty sure - or at least he hopes - that the others will just take it for the effects of hot weather. As they make their way to the West Gate, Pimwrick stops to pick up a lightweight robe and head-scarf, to protect himself from the burning sun. He smiles slightly as he considers himself in the merchant's looking glass, as he's unused to cutting such a rakish figure.

Hustling a little to catch up with the others, he hears Eveline speaking to the man in the garish hat and adds a few questions of his own, "And what's with the other caravan? Wouldn't it make sense to make two caravans into one big caravan, for safety in numbers? Isn't that what caravans are for?"

He pauses, realizing he may have been a bit rude to the man who's to safely lead them across the desert, and adds politely, "Sorry, that was a lot of questions. I've just had some bad experiences with desert caravans before."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27 Nice! No idea if it matters mechanically here, but a 20 is always appreciated.

Buying a hot weather outfit.

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