Thror Tjarkson |
"Seems like our doom is approaching fast" comments an average height dwarf whose visage seems disfigured by several barely healed scars. He's wearing full plate armor and carrying a seemingly well made waraxe. His tone is sober but his eyes betray some sort of strange eagerness...
Generic NPC female |
Inside a woman sits in with nervous at a table near the corner and waves to the dwarf to come and sit down? She says "I have an offer to make . My name is Jeminda. RAvenmore has not paid taxes for the past 15 years and the amount now the small village has a total of 500 gold pieces in taxes not paid.".
Remy LeBeau |
The young Varisian enters into the room, a quarterstaff in his back, tight leather armor and a trenchcoat complete the outfit. He looks around Remy here ta help he says with a wink.
Thror Tjarkson |
"I see... You wish for righteous retribution... even if only of the monetary kind. Very well, I can see the worthiness of your cause and I can always use more gold. Alas earning a glorious death in battle against the Hordes of the Abyss is not as cheap as one would expect at first..." Thror comments before adding:"Anything else we should know about this place... Ravenmore, right? Is there by any chance a great evil lurking into the shadows there? Something forgotten and unholy, waiting for unsuspecting travellers to fall into its maw of iniquity?" the dwarf asks, clearly thrilled by the images his immagination just conjured...
Thror Tjarkson |
"Retribution and the rescue of an endangered soul" - the dwarf notes approvingly - "Not bad. Now, if he was kidnapped, or eaten, by some sort of unspeakable evil in need of smiting, this would truly be perfect..."
Thror Tjarkson |
"Aye, we can and we will... or at least we'll bring back what's left of him!" Thror proclaims in a solemn tone, clearly unaware of the effect his words could have on the woman...
Ready to go, but I think we need to wait for the others first
Tanithil Narberel |
Apologies, the gameplay thread never popped up in my focus.
The door to the tavern opens, admitting a stereo-typically tall, thin elf. His foot absently kicks at the frame, sending the door swinging closed. Or almost closed, as it seems his push misjudged the power needed. Heedless of the ajar portal, his steps bring him closer to the table of Pathfinders.
"Hah, please forgive my lateness. There was an unfortunate miscommunication of street names, and before that the magecrafter misunderstood my need for mage armor, as if I would need a shirt of chain, and even before that the unfortunate incident with the hen..." Trailing off with a quiet laugh, the silence lasts only a moment. "So, I am Tanithil, late of the Grand Lodge. What have I missed?" Tanithil appears ready for travel, slinging a heavy pack to the floor and rubbing his shoulder, garbed in rough, sturdy pants and tunic. As he takes a seat, fluffy white ears twitch where they poke out from a pouch at his belt.
Hskoro Tailfeather |
Sorry. Had the same problem as Tanithil.
A very tall, nagaji suddenly appears, his scales have a slight blue hint to it and the scale mail that he wears also has a blue into to it almost like it is from his own scales. He carries a shield with multiple weapons hanging from his belt.
"I am sorry I am late. Some females wanted to copulate and I had to forcibly pull myself away from them to get here. I am truly sorry. What did I miss?"
Tanithil Narberel |
The sudden appearance causes a jump in the reedy elf, one hand steadying himself on the back of his seat as he nearly falls over. "Oh, well! You are quite the specimen I see! Forgive me, I am not often acquainted with nagaji. Although the rate of encounters is rising. By one today!"
Hskoro Tailfeather |
Hskoro smiles at Tanithil, showing his very sharp teeth in a friendly manner. "No worries. I find soft flesh are often surprised by my presence the first time. But don't worry, I don't bite and will ensure you and the others remain safe. By the way, I am Hskoro Tailfeather."
Thror Tjarkson |
Thror eyes the newcomers suspiciously:"So... and elf and... serpentfolk? What was the Venture Captain thinking?" he wonders loudly as he unsuccessfully tries to casts a spell of detection on them.
Tormented crusaders don't have detect evil as a spell-like ability...
Tanithil Narberel |
Tanithil straightens in his chair, turning his attention to the woman seated with his companions. "My apologies for requesting you repeat yourself, but my allies appear to be unhelpful. As I said, I am Tanithil, and I am pleased to be of assistance in this mission."
Thror Tjarkson |
"Unhelpful you say? Un-Helpful??? How dare you... you... ELF! This fine lady just finished offering us a fat amount of gold to bring back her beloved brother from an hamlet called Ravenmore... shifty people who don't like to pay their taxes as honest folks do... much like most elves I might add... are you sure you are not from Ravenmore yourself? If so... what do you know about the unspeakable evil who might have eaten miss Jemida's brother ALIVE?!?!? Out with it... ELF! My Doom requires answers!"
Tanithil Narberel |
Tanithil peers at Jemida intently. "Aha, I see. We can certainly investigate the missing brother problem, it should be a most interesting task, especially if he has be apparated elsewhere in his duties. Madam Jemida, might you expound on the nature of Ravenmore? I must profess I have never traveled there."
Hskoro Tailfeather |
Hskoro looks confused for a moment at Remy until it dawns on him. "Ah.. the females wanting to bear my children were nagaji females. It is common for them to flock around a strong nagaji male when they are in heat."
To Thror's explanation, "Hmm.. so a rescue mission of a sort. Is the brother being kept against his will or is he there willingly? Or perhaps we don't know..."
Tanithil Narberel |
"Hoho, you are quite correct. Elves will be elves and dwarves will be dwarves and telling anyone to calm down most certainly will not calm them unless it is delivered with a spell. But we are all certainly what Madame Jemida needs to find her brother and settle these taxes, yes?"
Tanithil Narberel |
”Well, if I understand you correctly and you feel yourself and our dwarven companion are capable of solving this mystery, I will gladly return to the archives of the Grand Lodge. There is much work and few bodies to perform it after all!”
Hskoro Tailfeather |
Hskoro hisses in agreement and readies himself to go. "I am ready."
Thror Tjarkson |
As Tanithil speaks the dwarven paladin grins:"A spell or an axe's blade... But let's nopt dwell on that for now. We've got money to recover and young clerks to save... or avenge. And... I was born ready. Elf"
GM_wu |
The party exits the tavern and heads out the gate of magnimar but has a few days travel to the remote village of ravenmore as the party travels up the Yondalbakari river. The road gets a bit muddy at some points but still has lots of wagon tracks along the road.
Anyone want to say anything on the journey
Thror Tjarkson |
"Seems about the right climate for dealing with unspeakable abominations from the Abyss! The best kind of weather, if you ask me. I could almost forget about the elf in our midsts!" says Thror while walking along the road, sounding strangely happy at the prospect of fighting unspeakable horrors, thus far exisiting only in his mind...
Hskoro Tailfeather |
Hskoro frequently extends his tongue, tasting the air. He occasionally taste the scent of prey and fights the urge to hunt for some meat, knowing he needs to stay with the party.
Thror Tjarkson |
"Let's get moving, people! I'm eager to confront those despicable tax evaders... and their hidden masters as well, of course!" comments Thror as the party approaches Ravenmore...
Hskoro Tailfeather |
Hskoro uses his fist to hit his shield, "Agreed. Let us be on our way. Time might be of essence."
Tanithil Narberel |
"We will certainly accomplish nothing on the road." the elf agrees, laboring under his pack. The slower pace had suited him well, given his weaker stature. I will most certainly invest in more magical storage when we return. he vowed privately.
GM_wu |
The long road north seems to to finally approach the village of ravenmore. The sun is stilla bout two hours before noon and tall grass grows alongside the road.
perception checks from the entire party. For after this if say someone needs a perception or initative check after a day is it okay if I bot them?
Hskoro Tailfeather |
Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Hskoro looks at the village to see what to expect of the place.
Most GMs will roll everyone's Perception and Initiative when called for the group to do so, to keep PbP games moving along.