Hell's Rebels AP - Down with Thrune!

Game Master GM Red

Laria points to the back door that exits the Coffeehouse. "There should be a wheelbarrow out there from our last shipment. Feel free to make use of it, but please return it when you're finished."

Listening for rumors can be done either through the Gather Information rebellion action, or at your own accord by spending 1d4 hours in town and succeeding at a DC 15 Diplomacy check.

At some point, Issil gets bored of the underground. "I'm going topside. Taking the tengus with me. I'll see if we can attract more members to our little group here."

She hands the tengu some cloaks. "Keep those hoods over your head. I'll take care of any, er, tolls that come up."

Issil finds a corner in the market where people frequent- not too busy to catch the guard's attention, but enough to get foot traffic. "I'll dance and draw a crowd. You guys look around and see if people get the message about our little club."

Today, Issil performs Rise from your Grave, an interpretation of two long forgotten heroes brought back to perform one last duty by the gods against the lord of the netherworld. She doesn't have any Beast masks, so she can't alter her appearance.
Perform(Dance): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Apparently the crowd really likes the masks and their attention fades in and out. Meanwhile, the Tengus scan the crowd, looking for those who may support the Silver Ravens...

Loyalty, DC 11: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
Supporters: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 4) + 2 = 10

Issil will pay the 10gp out of pocket to Recruit Suporters.

Victor goes over the skin with the appraisal tools to get an idea of its value before he 'ships' it off to Newt. Appraise: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

While Issil goes to get some work done with the penguins, Victor rustles up that wheel barrow and with a little help from his friends, gets the croc skin into it and covered with a tarp. "Going to head on down to Newt's, see what I can't get for it." He puts up the hood on his cloak and heads out. After he clears the Coffeehouse he makes his way through a crowd and changes his face to match that of a rat catcher he sees down by the docks on occasion, plying his trade: Pug.

Pug's an old fella, chubby and balding, scraping by exterminating rats for a copper each for the city, and whatever else he can latch on to that made its way down in the sewer or along the shore. Looks like Pug came into a nice find with this fresh croc that managed to drown, stuck in that sewer grate and all.

He parks the wheelbarrow outside Newt's, pulls the hood from his face and heads inside "Howdy young feller, got a sweet suuuurprise outside fer ya to gander on... a huge fresh croc skin! Skun it up myself this mornin. Thinkin of sellin if the price is right... maybe buy a well made sap if ya got one? Gotta keep them drunks outta my turf!" He leans his head back and laughs, showing off some pretty rotted out teeth.

Geoffrey is surprised by the change of appearance in Victor but does give a hearty nod of approval. "Nice work, Vic--err--Pug. Even I cannot recognize you! Still please be careful." Once he has finished helping the 'old' man with the croc skin, he bids Victor farewell. "I will be back here later."

After swinging by the market he spends a few moments admiring Issil's performance before moving onto his final destination...The War Cage. Many of his former college acquaintances spent their time around the area, ever since the War classes he had studied were discontinued, their teaching now taken over by the Asmodean church, more specifically the Hellknights. This is all player supposition on my part....feel free to ignore it or rework it if you like.

He spies the posting wall where those who need a sword arm can post their interest here, but nothing new had been posted, which did not surprise him. I suspect there will be other ways to get the word out here. He thinks as he begins to canvass the crowds looking for any of his old friends whilst simultaneously avoiding the Dottari.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16; Time spent: 1d4 ⇒ 3 hours.

Pádraig Henry heads out of Longroad's Coffeehouse, winking at Laria as the door swings closed behind him, bell tinkling.

He strolls over to the Tooth and Nail in the Old Kintargo district. He waves at the owner, Setrona Sabinus. "Hi, Setrona. Need a little entertainment for your customers this afternoon? I could sing a few songs, keep them drinking long into their cups." He grins. "Today, I just feel like singing. No need to pay, I'll work for tips."

He looks for his usual spot. He offers the small crowd a warm greeting, offering to take requests.

♫Sittin' on my own
Chewin' on a bone
A thousand million miles from home
When something hit me
Somewhere right between the eyes♫
Oasis, Talk Tonight

Diplomacy (gather information): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Milani, this is not the time to fail your servant.

VC Shirt Reroll, GM stars, Diplomacy (gather information): 1d20 + 8 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 8 + 5 = 28

Issil & Tengu
Issil heads out to a busier part of the market with Korva and Maggie. A small crowd forms around her as she dances, and Korva and Maggie use the distraction to slip through and find citizens whose loyalty lies with the missing Lord-Mayor Bainilus.

Before long, Korva returns to Issil and nods knowingly. As they return to Wasp Nest, four new recruits follow behind them - Roguy Norwe, Ecix Cliamslew, Rione Eller, and Morgar Manthai. "I'd managed to recruit another six of them, but they'd like to remain blended in with the rest of the townspeople. A little paranoia, you know?" Korva whispers to Issil as they head back through the Coffeehouse.

You succeed in recruiting 10 new Silver Raven supporters, four of which will join you in the Wasp Nest. There is no benefit to having them in the Nest, but it would make sense that some of the more passionate supporters would join you. I have given them names and descriptions for flavor, because 'Recruits A B and 3' just isn't very immersive. :) Added to our tracker. I have not counted this as your action for the tengu but included them for RP as that was Issil's intent.

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The Pug and The Newt

Victor estimates the gator skin ought to be worth about 100 gold pieces given its exotic white nature. He takes on a new face and makes for The Newt Market.

"A gator skin? Let me see that!" Newt smiles back at Pug with similarly rotted teeth and runs his hand along the length of it. "Oooooh yes... This will make the perfect scaled skin vest. Perhaps I can trick some foolish militia recruit into paying a premium for it. As for you, I'll give you..." He pauses as he scratches his patchy white beard. "Let's say a hundred gold for it. Deal?"

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Geoffrey and The War Cage

Geoffrey marches south towards The War Cage, Kintargo's largest weapons shop. Outside is a sign with an axe and sword drawn on it, and the phrase Haunted by Quality. An arena-like structure outside the shop is setup as a sort of sparring area to practice using any newly purchased weapons. Geoffrey slips by to see a male halfling sparring with a giant of a female dwarf.

"It's all in the wrist, madame! Just like this!" The halfling slips underneath and through the dwarf's legs, smacking his tiny sword against her foot. She slams her hammer down after him, and it crumbles the cobblestone in front of her. She grunts, hefting the weapon back out and up.

"Yer makin' a fool of me, are ya? I kin swing all day, ya know!" She laughs.

"Indeed you could, but we should be getting back soon. Let's watch our step, too. I hear traveling alone at night in the Redroof district or Temple Hill can be pretty dicey. The gangs there are getting restless, and they say the Red Jills’ boss has gone some sort of crazy."

"Psssh. I'll show 'em crazy," the dwarf dismissively says, wandering off to the nearest tavern.

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Tips for Pádraig

Pádraig is crossing the Bleakbridge again by going to the Tooth and Nail and will need to pay 3 cp each way.

Pádraig ventures across the Bleakbridge again, adn stops at the Tooth and Nail, where Setrona gladly accepts his offer. "Thank you. I'm afraid I don't have much to pay you with either way, Pádraig. Tough times and all that, as I'm sure you know," the tall human grins at him, tossing back her jet black hair.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Henry is here to entertain us with his voice. If you have a request, please ask him directly. Tips appreciated, but not necessary, of course. Enjoy!"

A small crowd forms at the makeshift stage setup at the back of the bar, and Pádraig listens closely for anything interesting. And so he does, in fact, hear something particularly juicy from a human wearing a poofy white dress.

"Did you hear? The Thrashing Badger burned down a few nights ago. They’re saying it was another bar fight gone too far, but they’re just a bunch of drunk old professors and barristers... Seems like a lot of places are burning down lately, between this, the Silver Star, and the Victocora estate."

The last remaining shreds of sunlight disappear behind the horizon, and darkness begins to stretch her fingers across Kintargo.

Not quite curfew yet, but close. If Morvena wants to split as well as do something while all this had gone on, please go ahead and do so. If not, I'll assume she accompanied Geoffrey?

Issil thanks Korva and greets the newcomers. "Not everyone is going to move to the base, you know? I hope you're enjoying the great outdoors." She turns to the newcomers as they enter the base. "Welcome to the Silver Ravens. Well, what's left of it. The point is, Thrune sucks and we're going to take Kintargo back. Let me introduce you to Morvena, Geoffrey, Pádraig, and... where's the last member?" Issil isn't sure if Victor changed forms, or if he wants to stay hidden, or what.

Perform (sing): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
♫You don't have to be rich
To be my girl
You don't have to be cool
To rule my world
Ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with
I just want your extra time and your
Kiss♫
Prince, Kiss

"Or copper, silver or gold!"

Finishing the final request with a flourish and request for tips, Pádraig Henry collects the coins the patrons of the Tooth and Nail threw his way.

I got the information I was after. As for the coin, I hope there's something left over after the dottari extract their pound of my flesh.

Before he leaves the tavern, he wishes farewell to Setrona Sabinus. "I'll keep my eyes and ears open and let you know if I learn anything about Octavio," referring to her missing brother, Lictor Octavio Sabinus, who leads the Hellknight Order of the Torrent in Kintargo.

With a wink and a wave he heads back to Longroad's Coffeehouse before curfew, paying his 'toll' again as he crosses the benighted Bleakbridge.

The Pug and The Newt

"A gator skin? Let me see that!" Newt smiles back at Pug with similarly rotted teeth and runs his hand along the length of it. "Oooooh yes... This will make the perfect scaled skin vest. Perhaps I can trick some foolish militia recruit into paying a premium for it. As for you, I'll give you..." He pauses as he scratches his...

Pug scratches his balding pate, his eyes a bit crossed in thought as Newt checks out the goods. "100g you say? How 'bout 110. Tell that fresh meat head the white color will make him shrug off magic cold! Call it... White Dragon's Bane! You can make that 10 gold up easily with a story that good!" Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

"So how about that top shelf sap eh? I got 301 gold here with yer name on it... actually, well, ya some of it would have yer name on it!" He smiles, showing some strange black bits stuck between most his teeth. Only for effect, the 301g is out of my personal wallet, the croc skin will end up in the group treasure.

After his business is done at Newt's, Pug strolls back towards the Coffeehouse with his hood up, blending in to the other delivery boys pushing wagons and wheelbarrows. He calmly leaves it out behind the Coffeehouse where he found it and then continues on down towards the docks to see what sort of info is floating around. Pug looks the part quite well. Take 10 on Stealth for a 22, assume I do that while out and about in town solo.

"Still lots of mice and doves down here to catch yes? Oh, yes, doves are tasty, mice... not much there 'cept they put some coin in the pouch they do!" Diplomacy (Gather Info): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

Pádraig's performance is enjoyable enough to the crowd that he finds 1d10 ⇒ 2 silver pieces in a tip jar by the end of the song.

The Newt stares Pug up and down as he attempts to barter. "Do you take me for some common 'Have a look at my exquisite rations, waterskins, and bedrolls' merchant? PAH!" He spits. "100 gold firm, or no deal!"

After concluding his trades, Pug makes for the docks, where he finds a lone sailor with shaggy brown hair working to add some reinforced wood to his vessel. "You, er, eat doves?" He says, looking at Pug sideways. Who, or what, is this guy? With enough banter and small talk, the sailor sets down his hammer and opens up about his thoughts. "This place is going downhill, and fast. It's a shame they closed down the opera house - I was looking forward to seeing Shensen in the role of Aolar in Huntress of Heroes. Of course, they say she's gone missing too — wouldn't surprise me if she got herself thrown in some Thrune oubliette, the way she’s gone on about the government."

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The DC to exceed a final offer when bargaining is quite high, not impossible, however. Also, just so I'm clear, is Victor trying to purchase a mwk sap or something else?

Sounds like we're in favor of earning gold. I'll make the rolls now.
While the tengus are recruiting members, she advises them to go earn some gold. Beg for cash, play some card games, grift some rich fool. Whatever it takes.

Earn Gold (Security): 1d20 ⇒ 19

19 gold pieces are more than enough. "Damn, you guys are good."
Adding 19 gp to the treasury.

Yup, buying a masterwork sap. I'll donate my old regular sap to the group, I'm sure someone could use a nonlethal weapon in the group. I added in the croc skin cash to the group loot tab.

"Doves ain't bad eatin! Don't waste no time pluckin 'em, just tear out the breast and line 'em up on stick, half a dozen maybe, and try not to char the hell outta 'em over a fire. Some salt and yer in fer a treat!" He stands there and hand motions out all the descriptions very vividly as he goes, all the while looking around for a dove to give a real live demonstration.

Pug really takes an interest with his story however as he mentions Senshen "Oubliette? Come on man, what the hell is that? I ain't no cunning linguist here! Does sound like a great show you missed."

He finishes his conversation with the man before making his way back to the Coffeehouse, changing back to Victor as he gets some privacy nearby. He heads back down below to drop off the cash and catch up with the others. "Who wants this old sap? And no I'm not talkin' about Jeff here!" He smiles sheepishly at Geoffrey as he pokes fun, holding out his old blackjack for someone to make use of. He spends the rest of the day getting to know the new faces and helping Rexus with the book.

The Newt does have a Masterwork Sap, and sells it to Pug for 301 gold pieces.

The tengu finish the day off by setting up a fortune telling booth in the market square with the intention of attracting naive and thrillseeking citizens. Using their harrow deck, they're able to earn 19 gold pieces before curfew nears and they quickly shut down the shop.
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Both Rebellion activities completed for the week, so I rolled for the Event, which has a 20% chance of occurring. I rolled 70, so no event occurs this week.

Week 1, Day 2
With everyone back in the Wasp Nest, you turn in for the night with your tengu friends and fresh recruits. The night passes without incident. The following morning, you awaken to Rexus standing next to the once gator-infested pool. He casually waves you over, though his expression is one of concern.

"Good morning. Sleep well? I... could not." He stares down at the pool. "I've been thinking about my parents and the Night of Ashes. Our estate was burned to the ground and they've gone missing. Up until now, I've visited the remains of the estate twice, determined to find some clues as to where they might be. Unfortunately, I've had to flee both times to dottari patrols before getting too far." He sighs, then turns to face Geoffrey. "I doubt there's anything left in the estate at all other than mound upon mound of ash... But there were two other buildings that were similarly razed that night. My parents were part of the Sacred Order of Archivists, and I suspect they were targeted by Thrune's agents for this reason. The music store.. The Silver Star, I believe it was called, and the Thrashing Badger tavern were also taken down, perhaps for similar association?" He shrugs. "At any rate, it may do us and our cause well if you would investigate the ruins and see what you might be able to learn."

K Local vs The Silver Star: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
K Local vs The Thrashing Badger: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Victor looks up from his bedroll as he hears the wake of morning coming through the others, especially Rexus with his discussion "And here I thought I'd be awakened with more coffee and doughnuts, I guess I am starting to get a bit too comfortable here."

Victor yawns and sits up, scratching slowly behind his right ear as he processes the names the former silver spoon mentions being burned. "I'm familiar with both of those places." Victor says, starting to get dressed.

"Shensen took me to the Silver Star many times, the basement of that music store was a not so secret shrine to Sarenrae." He pauses for a few moments to fasten his belt and adjust his shirt. "I guess once it burned I never really thought about going back to look for clues, seems like now is a great time to start."

He stands up and stretches the kinks out of his back, sleeping on the remains of a table and a thin bedroll not doing him any favors. "I've heard of the Thrashing Badger as well, a popular spot to stop for a drink for the cultists of Milani. We should check that place out too, after The Silver Star of course."

He starts to sneak his way upstairs to liberate some breakfast for himself "I'll be right back with some day old pastries."

Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Issil finishes healing the croc bite before she goes to bed. "I should look for more holy water in the morning. It will come in handy if we fight more of those things..." She nods off to bed.

Issil will take the Sap if no one else wants it. I'm suspecting Geoffrey should take it, though.

K Local: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3 I'm just getting the bad rolls out of the way, don't mind me.
"The Silver Star? Maybe they should have made the title less obvious. Next we'll go to a business establishment named The Gates of Hell and trip over a dozen statues of Asmodeus." Issil shrugs.

Issil almost snorts when she hears the name of the second establishment. "Reminds me of this one lady I knew who enjoyed breaking overeager men. Come to think of it, she carried a whip." She hops off the table and goes to put on her chain shirt.

Geoffrey will accept the sap, gladly!

Geoffrey nods soberly as he hooks the sap to his belt. "I agree Rexus. This cannot be a coincidence. We should make our way to the Silver Star, then see if we can check out the Thrashing Badger. That reminds me Issil," He takes out the whip recovered earlier, "You should carry this with you, since you son't like saps."

Issil takes the offered whip. "I'm no good at it, but hey it's worth a shot."

Spellcraft, Guidance: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 6 + 1 = 26

"The last time I tried to look at this I couldn't figure out what it was. But now? Oh yeah, this is pretty nice. I'd give this magical enchantment a 1 out of 5."

It's a +1 whip.

"A magical weapon? Nice. I expect those are going to be hard to come by these days with the city on lock down, but at the very least its valuable if things get tight." Says Victor as he sneaks back down stairs with a sack full of sugary goodness. "Maybe next time I need to grab some boiled eggs to go with these..." Mmmm eggs. Or Doves!

After a couple doughnuts he wipes the cream and frosting from his mouth and pipes up again "Someone should make use of those boots from Nan. I can if no one else wants but I'm already putting this amazing cloak to good use."

He reaches into his sack of sugary goodness and starts tossing pastries at everyone, nothing says fun like a dozen or so people that barely know each other on a sugar high. "Welcome to the team neophytes, your first order of business as 'new guys' is to get this place up and running, starting with some reasonable beds! Oh, and someone's gotta clean the crapper... all this coffee and sweets isn't good on a certain Lady's gut." He throws a little look Morvena's direction. Bluff: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

He also lays out the three daggers Laria gave them a few days ago "I'm sure someone can put these to use too right?" Not sure if anyone else wanted a dagger but they've been sitting in the loot list unclaimed.

Knowledge (local) DC10: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Knowledge (religion) DC15: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

"Music is my passion and profession, and Milani is my goddess. I'm eager to investigate both the Silver Star and the Thrashing Badger. We will find out what happened, Signore. Will you accompany us?"

"I already have a dagger, but perhaps our friends could use them?" Morvena asks, nodding at the Fushi Family. "Or some of our other new friends. We will need to make use of every bit of equipment we get our hands upon, until we are able to afford or otherwise acquire better for ourselves."

"As for these others matters, I have no preference to where we investigate first," she adds. "Though the Silver Star admittedly sounds a bit more...intriguing."

"Yeah, I'll take 'em daggers!" Jay says, nabbing all three of them. "Always wanted to try this." He spreads his hand wide on a table and starts stabbing the space between each finger, slowly at first, then increasing in speed until he accidentally nicks the side of his feathered thumb. "YOW!" He grimaces in pain, grabbing his thumb in his other hand. Korva and Maggie throw their palms in their faces.

"Thank you. I can accompany you if you wish, but my time may be better spent here, combing through this treasure trove of Silver Ravens history," Rexus replies, patting the current volume he'd been working on as if it were his pet puppy. "As always, be wary of the dottari, especially when searching the burnt remains of a Thrune-backed razing."

You depart the Wasp Nest once more and exit the Coffeehouse to a cool, cloudy morning. Following Rexus' instructions, you make for The Silver Star, located quite close to Aria Park, but across the guarded Bleakbridge.

This again means you all must pay the 3 cp toll. Hey, at least it's copper!

The ruins of the Silver Star are a sinkhole filled with scorched rubble. It appears the building collapsed into the chambers below when it burned, leaving nothing visibly valuable behind. Mounds of ash cover the destroyed store sign, the four points of a silver hand-drawn star still visible behind the burn marks.

Two guards cautiously patrol the streets in this area, but you might be able to take some time to search through the rubble without being noticed.

You can spend 1 hour searching the rubble with a Perception check.

Geoffrey waves off Rexus's 'offer' to accompany the group. "I think you should stay here Rexus. The sooner you get those documents translated, the better."

As the party approaches the ruins of the Silver Star he points out the guards patrolling the area. [smaller]"Judging by their patrol patterns, they do not look thrilled about patrolling here. We can use this to our advantage by being patient here." Geoffrey informs the others.

Perception (rubble): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

Victor walks along with the others, his hood up over his face, he drops the 3 copper into the toll taker's hand with a clink. Enjoy your mouse money bud. He thinks to himself.

As they get closer to the burnt out site Victor gets a bit more cautious and stealthy "Be careful, I'll be over here, keep your eyes peeled." He creeps around the backside of the rubble to search. Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10 Also take 10 on stealth for a 22

Issil manages not to make a joke as she pays the Dottari toll. As they come up across the rubble of the Silver Star, Issil wonders if there is anything of worth.

Perception, Guidance: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Stealth: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Pádraig Henry paces around the rubble, making more noise than he'd like.

The roving guards make it difficult to concentrate the way I should on searching through this mess.

"You guys find anything? Maybe there's a way down to the cellars," he whispers.

"Hmm...I believe you are right, Geoffrey," Morvena remarks under the breath. "A bit of patience and a little caution will hopefully serve us well here," she continues as she rolls up her sleeves and, with a grimace, begins to try and help sift through the ashes and rubble...

Stealth: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

"Damnation! This is impossible!" she huffs in frustration after tripping over a half-burnt beam and kicking up a cloud of dust and ashes. "Pava! Please go see if you can see anything from the air!"

"Hee! You look silly with that dust all over you," the little bird chirps. "And okay, I'll go see what I can see - be back in a moment!"

The little bird winds her way through the air, circling around above the buildings and the ruins of the Silver Star in an attempt to see if she can spot anything odd from higher up. Once satisfied that she's seen what there is to see, she alights on a nearby tree branch.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

You collectively comb through the Silver Star rubble together, lifting rocks up to hopefully expose the chambers below what was once Kintargo's finest music store. Victor is stealthy enough in his search, and you manage to get deep enough in the remains that no dottari nor militia notice you.

As Issil picks up a boulder and hefts it away, she steps on what must have been a supporting stone. A miniature avalanche tumbles down below to where she stands, nicking and bruising her poor ankle.

Issil will take 8 damage unless she succeeds at a DC 15 Reflex save

After spending the hour searching, Padraig picks up one more stone block and spots the corner of a burnt metal coffer deep inside the sinkhole.

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Another Perception check that's high enough should do it, but will again risk a collapse. You can roll Kn (engineering) DC 15 to improve your reflexes, if you have it. Or you can abandon the search altogether, of course!

Issil moves a rock.

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14 Dang it

Issil is buried in more rocks. She manages to keep her mouth shut as she digs her way out, but she wants to curse. A lot. Instead she'll spend that energy on healing herself.

Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

She'll live. And she's stubborn, too.
Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 8

...I'll just preemptively roll that Reflex Save

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
Reflex (JIC): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

"Eee! This structure is entirely too unstable!" Morvena yelps, arms pinwheeling as rocks and other rubble begin to slide and come tumbling down.

Geoffrey, on seeing the others exploring the charred remains of the building, elects to step back and keep an eye out for the Dottari guards.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

"Focus, Pádraig Henry, focus! The halfling tries but fails to concentrate as he searches through the rubble. Seeing Issil bury herself in the loose stones, he exercises considerable care.

Knowing this was one of his mentor's favorite places, Victor is not soon to give up on the search. Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

"Keep looking, we must find something! Anything!"

Another hour passes as you push through the heap of ruins, and as more charred stone and ruined metal is tossed aside, the remnants shift and turn deeper into the sinkhole. Issil nearly missteps again, but pulls her foot out in time to avoid a sharp, twisted metal fragment, saving herself from what would have been a bloody wound and a severed toe.

Morvena gets closer to the iron coffer Padraig spotted, and manages to pry it out from the ruins. Blowing the ash off the lid, it appears it isn't even locked.

"Wow, that would have been nasty. Almost lost my toe, there. Can't dance on four toes, you lose a lot of balance."

"So...what's in the box?" Issil is quite curious.

"A four-toed dancer...that sounds like the lead-in to some sort of bawdy joke," Morvena remarks as she hefts the iron coffer free from the rubble. Almost immediately she shoves it at Victor. "Here, I believe opening such things is more in your wheelhouse, is it not?"

Considering how long it took to find it, Victor is very careful, looking it over long and hard before opening it. Take 20 for a 25

Disable if needed: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

"Here goes nothing.. keep an eye on those guards.." And opens it up.

Pádraig Henry casts detect magic on the box, before anyone touches it.
Knowledge (arcana) to identify auras: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

The box itself doesn't have any auras emanating from it, but whatever's inside must. Padraig's senses are flooded with six different auras of various strength. Victor checks that the box is safe, then pops it open. Inside are four scrolls and three potions in surprisingly good condition.

Detect magic & Spellcraft DC17: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Detect magic & Spellcraft DC16: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Perception DC 17 to identify the powers of a potion through taste: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Perception DC 16 to identify the powers of a potion through taste: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

"Jackpot, friends!" Pádraig Henry reads the scrolls. "Look, a scroll of cure moderate wounds, a scroll of daylight, a scroll of remove blindness/deafness, and a scroll of remove disease."

Then the halfling studies the potions. "The four blue ones are potions of cure light wounds. But I'm not sure what the purple one is."

(A little confused by the different numbers of potions listed in the description and the spoiler, three potions total, but four CLW?)

Geoffrey glances back where he saw the Dotarri disappear earlier, "Wonderful Pádraig! We should get out of here before we are discovered though. I think we have time to reach the Thrashing Badger?"

Victor tastes the purple potion as well Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21 "These purple ones are lesser restoration. Good to heal up after poisons and the like."

He turns to look at Geoffrey "You're right. I'd hoped for information but this trove will be helpful, maybe another time we can come back for a more thorough search." He moves to help stash away the new supplies and leave the box behind.

Morvena raises an eyebrow at Victor. "You think that poisoning is something we will be encountering on a regular basis?" Then she pauses for a moment to consider where they are and then shakes her head. "Never mind, do not answer that. At any rate, Geoffrey's suggestion to make ourselves scarce now before our luck changes sounds like a grand idea!"

Victor chooses to answer anyhow "Well, maybe? If we're going to be dealing with devils and the like, I can imagine we'll need those potions!" He hurries along the others to vamoose.

"Oh, goody. Well it was almost worth losing my leg over." Issil checks her ankle- a small bruise. "Where are going next? The Beaver Dam or something?"

"The Beaver Dam? Is that a euphemism?"

"Hope we didn't miss anything else important. I thought there'd be a lower level, a cellar or basement maybe." Pádraig Henry rubs his eyes. "With all our difficulty spotting things, maybe we should stop by Ye Olde Optometrist's Shop on our way to the Thrashing Badger."

"Spectacles? Absolutely not! I mean, the rest of you may of course do as you see fit but I personally find them ridiculous to look at. Certainly not anything I would wish to be seen wearing," Morvena responds, aghast. "Perhaps if there were a larger variety of colors and styles to choose from, however..."
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And since I'm bespectacled IRL I found this hilarious to write :3

"Hey now, spectacles are quite attractive. You just have to pull the look off right. And don't pair them with suspenders." Issil purposefully ignores Pádraig's question, although she is grinning.

"Glasses can make or break a proper disguise as well. There were quite a few actresses that could pull off a few different wardrobes for characters with just a fresh hat and glasses, it was pretty amazing." Says Victor, not looking up from stuffing potion bottles into his inner cloak pockets.