Chyrone |
Welcome to Feast of Ravenmoor.
After each of your last missions, things have been quiet.
Your leisure time has been near 2 weeks and you are 'stranded' in Magnimar, sharing a table for the fifth day in a row.
Then, came in a man dressed in fine fashion.
He approached you after carefully looking around.
Man: "You are pathfinders, yes? I have a job for you, if you are willing. You see, mister McScrooge, Magnimar's finest tax collector, has disappeared. He was off on a trip to the remote village of Ravenmoor, yet has not returned.
This is extraordinarily out of his routine. On behalf of the city, i'd like you to search for him and get him back."
It's been a little over a day now, but you notice the signs of a town in the distance.
Uthred Wartooth |
A dour looking half elf dressed like a combination of a northern dwarf and an ulfen is busy eating a haunch of meat and tipping back some ale when the man interrupts the meal.
Listening to the man, the warrior decides to help out, besides he was doing nothing anyway and he likes to cross swords from time to time.
Local: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20... he tries to remember anything he can regarding this Ravenmoor town.
Aryn Seavon |
Aryn had welcomed the new job the man had offered, eager to have something to do in between Society missions. Little more than a day later you points out the party's destination in the distance.
"That has to be Ravenmoor," Aryn says, and brushes some of her silver hair from her face when the wind blows.
"Once we arrive I'll start with gathering whatever information I can get about mister McScrooge from the locals. Anyone with me?"
When the party enters the village, Aryn immediately starts her information gathering.
Diplomacy: Gather Info: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Artoria |
Back when we first met, this was Artoria's introduction
A young woman--or maybe an effeminate man; it's hard to say--stands at the ready before the party, an owl on their shoulder. They wear a mithral breastplate covered in blessings and wards in Sylvan, the language of faeries, as well as an armored skirt, gauntlets, and greaves, all covering a fine cobalt blue outfit with golden trim. A shield rests on their back, showing three crowns of the same gold in a line down the middle in front of a field of the same cobalt blue. They hold their longsword in front by the pommel, the tip resting in the earth. Their straw blonde hair is tied back in a bun, aside from two forelocks.
”My name is Artoria Pendragon. I was a king in a former life, but I am only a simple knight once more. The great wizard Merlin tells me that my homeland will face its darkest hour in less than twenty years (the canon current year on Earth in Pathfinder is 1920, btw) and he brought me back from Avalon so that I might have time to prepare myself.”
The owl on Artoria's shoulder hoots, glaring at Artoria. It almost looks like it has its wings on its hips indignantly. He looks much like this.
”Oh,” Artoria says, ”This owl is Archimedes. He is Merlin's familiar, here to assist. He can be...what's the right word?...'sassy' at times.”
Archimedes gives as clear a scowl as could be expected from an owl, then pecks showers Artoria's head with rapid pecks.
”Ow! You are—Ow!--just--Ow!--proving--Ow!--me--Ow!--right!” Artoria finally grabs her shield and interposes it between her and Archimedes.
Artoria has the Haunted curse. I flavor it as Merlin occasionally appearing in astral form (you can RP him if you want), and the extra time it takes to retrieve items from the curse as him constantly reorganizing Artoria's things.
/end intro
Artoria frowns at the job offer.
"I could be able to assist with this task in-between missions. An opportunity to learn more about this world, I suppose."
Chyrone |
That's one of the most creative openings i've seen.
I love it :)
Ravenmoor is a rather secluded rural community, as such rarely recieves visitors.
It holds values on traditional things like hard work and family.
Aryn will spend: 1d4 ⇒ 3 hours of trying to chat up the locals, upon arriving.
But let's wait for our cleric to report in, before we get to that part.
Chyrone |
I'm forwarding this to the 1st part.
There is a link to the town map of Ravenmoor under my name.
From there you can decide what area you wish to visit.
While still away from the village, walking out of the soggy boglands, you unfold a letter given you by the man before your departure.
Mosquitoes were becoming bothersome during your hike in the boglands, at least you're nearing a town now. You just need to cross the bridge.
Pathfinders,
My name is Jeminda Anikee.
I have a problem, which my messenger has relayed to you via this letter.
The town of Ravenmoor has an outstanding debt of 500gc, accumulated over the years.
Since i could not tell this to my superiors before investigating,
i have requested from my brother-in-law, Elias Kyle, to head for Ravenmoor on my behalf.
He has not yet returned, it's been a month.
I have two requests of you:
First; find Elias
Second; collect the 500gc in back taxes.
His description is the following:
Short, a stocky man of Ulfen descent with a shock of red hair; blunt, coarse, patchy facial scruff; and a predilection for strong drink.
P.S.,
If my messenger has said Elias' name was McScrooge, feel free to slap him over the head upon your return, as it is a disrespectful nickname he uses on his leisure, Elias is just on hard times.
Sincerely,
Jeminda Anikee,
Magnimarian Bookkeeper
A second letter is attached to it.
Addition:
The last i heard from Elias was a short letter from Galduria, in which he boasted of making the journey along the Lost Coast Road from the town of Sandpoint in record time.
He predicted that if weather held, he’d be in Ravenmoor in no time and would be back in Magnimar within a week and a half.
His letter from Galduria is frustratingly brief, and doesn’t even indicate where he stayed in that town
Something about the letter suggests she is concerned about Elias' motives, after she had mentioned Elias falling on hard times.
Artoria: 1d20 ⇒ 6
Aryn: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Sarephta: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 23 +13??
Uthred: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
As you come at the approach, Point A you hear a young boy's voice.
"Aaaaaapplesaaaauce! Here boy! C’meer boy!", it is followed by a sharp whistling. It comes from your left, in the tall grass. The face of a young boy, no more than 6 or 7 years of age, and a freckled face.
You hear something else too from the right side of the road.
A soft rustling in the grass.
Uthred Wartooth |
"Take caution friends, there maybe something to our flank." Uthred tells his companions. He moves closer to the disturbance to investigate whether this is the applesauce the young boy yells for.
Aryn Seavon |
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Aryn nods at Uthren. "Got it."
She follows Uthred as he goes to investigate the disturbance.
Artoria |
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Artoria walks towards the boy, then holds up a hand in greeting.
"Hail, youth! May we be of any assistance finding your missing...Applesauce?"
Sarephta Nigh |
Sarephta, an aasimar cleric of Iomedae, has taken to her new group quite well. She takes a liking to her fellow aasimar, as well as the group's paladin.
Sarephta's appearance is nearly human, though her hair is the color of bright untarnished silver. Exceptionally beautiful and taller than most human women, she is free of any human flaw or physical defect. The pupils of her eyes are the color of brilliant topaz.
"Perhaps we can help you find your...pet?" she says.
sense motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
diplomacy (touch of glory): 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 2 = 9
Chyrone |
Artoria: 1d20 ⇒ 10
Aryn: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Sarephta: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Uthred: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Applesauce: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Haha...
[/spoiler
From the grass, suddenly a tiny mosquito-like creature arises.
Boy: "Applesauce!"
[spoiler=Kn. Arcana DC 11]
Stirges, tiny magical mosquito-like magical beasts.
Applesauce, round 1.
Applesauce flies towards Uthred.
Hugging, touch: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
It latches itself onto his shoulder, but nothing else.
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Uthred & Sareptha
Artoria
Aryn
Aryn Seavon |
Another angelkin! Awesome! :)
Aryn takes a step toward Uthred to take a better look at whatever got stuck to Uthred's neck.
Does Aryn know this kind of creature?
Knowledge (Nature): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
"Kid, is this Applesauce?" she asks as she points at the tiny creature.
Aryn smiles friendly at the kid. "Could you call it again? Maybe it'll come flying your way this time."
Artoria |
Artoria steps back and draws her sword.
"What manner of creature is this?! Are you alright, Uthred?"
She has Knowledge history, nobility, religion and nature, all with the same bonus (hey, maybe it's a noble child's pet >_>), so I'm just gonna roll a knowledge check in case any apply
Knowledge: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Chyrone |
Ok, Chris Lamberz fixed our thread gameplay issue. :)
Neither Aryn nor Artoria recognize the creature.
Stirges, tiny mosquito-like magical beasts.
Like mosquitoes, they can suck blood and cause disease.
They are quite fragile though.
Boy: "Yes, that's Applesauce...here boy!"
The stirge is still sitting(hugging) on Uthred's shoulder and is seemingly remaining atm.
Uthred Wartooth |
"GET THIS THING OFF ME!" Uthred exclaims and tries to shoo it off his shoulder.
do not want a stirge sucking my blood so early in this endeavor
CMB: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Artoria |
Artoria raises and eyebrow then sheathes her sword.
"I am glad you were able to find your pet, child. I have never seen such a creature before."
Artoria places a hand on her heart and inclines into a small bow.
"I am Artoria Pendragon. A pleasure to meet you."
Aryn Seavon |
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
"I'm Aryn, what's your name?" Aryn asks the boy. "Are you from Ravenmoor?"
Sarephta Nigh |
"I worry that creature may turn on the boy someday," Sarephta says. "Quite the unusual pet. Where do you think he's off to? Should we follow him? If not, I suggest we get to town and look for Elias. Maybe we should try the bars, first," she suggests.
Uthred Wartooth |
"Follow him so no harm comes to the boy and if he just runs home then we can make our way into town proper."
Artoria |
"I say we follow the child as well. His appearance feels fortuitous, and it would be foolish to disregard such omens."
Archimedes flies in the direction of the boy, stopping for a moment a branch to turn around and give an annoyed "hoot" at the party.
"Archimedes agrees."
Aryn Seavon |
Outsiders? Well yes, but I look entirely human safe for my silver hair so why...
It dawns on Aryn that the people don't mean that kind of outsider.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
"Hello, I'm Aryn," the silver-haired lady says after approaching the nearest of the townsfolk. "My friends and I looking for a man by the name of Elias Kyle. He's a tax collector and was in Ravenmoor a while ago. Have you seen him, or do you know someone who has? He's gone missing."
Uthred Wartooth |
Uthred will scan the audience awaiting a reply to Aryns inquiry for some measure of truthfulness...
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10
Artoria |
Artoria places her hand on her heart and inclines into a slight bow once more. This move appears to be her standard greeting.
"Greetings. I am Artoria Pendragon. We apologize for any inconvenience our abrupt arrival may have caused."
Diplomacy Assist: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22
Sarephta Nigh |
Sarephta watches the townsfolk intently, looking for anything she can do to contribute to the conversation. However, their closed society and suspicious manner makes them difficult for her to understand.
diplo assist, touch of glory: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 2 = 9
sense motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Uthred Wartooth |
"Did you all see that? Shall we enter his abode?" Uthred asks in a whisper to his companions.
Artoria |
Artoria responds to Uthred, never turning her gaze from the bearded man, nor moving a single muscle at all, for that matter.
"Amongst the common folk, the rules of hospitality are often considered even more important than amongst the high-and-mighty. It would be ill-advised to ignore such an offer."
Artoria inclines her head in a gracious nod, regarding the bearded man, then walks up to the house. She unhooks her sword and scabbard from her belt, holding it up to the lord of the house.
"Would you prefer that I leave my weapons at the door? I am unfamiliar with the customs of this land, yet I do not wish to offend you with my ignorance."