Korvosan Knights (Inactive)

Game Master Olondir

D&D 5e Adventure based on Curse of the Crimson Throne Intro.

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Male Shoanti Human Warlock (Fey/Elemental) 2 | HP 15/15 | AC 14 | Passive Perception 12/Insight 10 | Init +1 | Saves Wis +2 Cha +5

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N female deva spiritualist 1 | HP: 7/13 | AC: 16 (12 Tch, 14 Ff) | CMB: +3, CMD: 15 | F:+3 (+2 vs. death, neg energy, necromancy spells/SAs) R:+2 W:+5 (+4 vs. mind-affecting w/shared consciousness) | Init: +4 | Perc: +9, SM: +7 | Speed 30 ft | Memory of Past Lifetimes: 3/3 | SPD: (1) 2/2 | Active conditions: shared consciousness | Phantom

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Human Monk {Entertainer} HP 10/10 | AC 15; Saves S+3 D+4 C+2 I 0 W+3 Ch-1; Passive Perception:13 Insight:15

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M Wild Elf Rogue (Urchin) HP 15/15 | AC 14| Passive Perception: 15, Insight: 17

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Introduction
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In the light of early dawn, a young elf walks the Avenue of Arms, the wide thoroughfare that runs parallel to brackish Narrows of St. Alika. Uncomfortable with the city, he silently hopes the fresh air and peaceful walking will put his nerves at ease. He shoos a few gulls out of his way when he notices a colorful card in his pocket.
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In a small home in North Point, a grieving Tian man opens a pine box- the home to the few remaining totems of his past. He grabs the sword and begins to practice an elegant kata. The bladework, after all these years and the recent sleepless nights, has never truly left him. His eyes are drawn to a small colorfully backed card. This is something he didn't remember packing.
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In an austere room, overlooking a grimy, muddy street a bald Shoanti man looks out the window for the first rays of sun. He points his crimson crystal-tipped staff to catch the first beams. Not long after, the crystal twinkles and reddish beams seem to dance and light up the otherwise simple room. Leaning against the window is a small card.
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The clashes of steel ring out in Old Korvosa. A beautiful Varisian woman is fighting two thugs in a shadowed muddy alley. Both scoundrels are struggling to keep up with her strength and panache. She deftly dodges their pitiful attacks as well as the puddles of Gods knows what. Her two opponents, losing both ground and confidence, begin to bolt and disappear into the fleeting dark. Fruitless, she returns to her room only to find a card neatly placed on her pillow.
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One side of the card is the colorful card back and the other, in the common script, reads, "I know what Gaedren has done to you. He has wronged me as well. Come to my home at 3 Lancet Street at sunset. Others like you will be there. Gaedren must face his fate and justice must be done."

The allure of confronting your nemesis is too good to ignore and you decide to follow up on the note.

If you think your character would look into the address before going:

Gathering information about the address returns it is the home of a Varisian Fortune Teller named Zallara. The address is in the Midtown District. The colorful back of your card seems to lend credence to that place's character.

Korvosan Knights - Episode 1 - Chapter 1
Zellara's Home - 3rd Lancet Street - Westdock - Midtown District - Korvosa - Sunset

It is assumed that not everyone will be arriving at once or together. I'm just going to give you and your characters a moment to introduce each other as you come in.

The cozy chamber within this small home is filled with a fragrant haze of flowers and strong spice. The haze comes from several sticks of incense smoldering in wall-mounted burners. The smoke itself seems to soften edges and gives the room a dream-like feel. The walls are draped with brocaded tapestries, one showing a black-skulled beast juggling men’s hearts, another showing a pair of angels dancing atop a snow-blasted mountain. A third tapestry on the far wall depicts a tall hooded figure shrouded in mist, a flaming sword held in a skeletal hand. Several brightly-colored rugs cover the floor, but the room’s only furnishings are a wooden table covered by a bright red throwcloth and five elegant tall-backed chairs. A basket covered by blue cloth sits on the table. A small note rests against it.

The note reads, "Thank you for coming. I had to step out for a bit, but shall return shortly. Please, have a
seat while you wait. The basket contains bread and drink for you."


Male Shoanti Human Warlock (Fey/Elemental) 2 | HP 15/15 | AC 14 | Passive Perception 12/Insight 10 | Init +1 | Saves Wis +2 Cha +5

Listening quietly to the sounds of the street beneath his window and the sound of the bustling docks not too far beyond that, the Shoanti finally stirs from his somber meditation on his state of affairs. He tilts his head, as though listening to a distant voice, and nods as he picks up the card left by the window.

The bald Shoanti reads the card and smiles to himself. A smile void of humor.

He arms himself with what gear he has left, a backpack with a few necessities, his two daggers at his sides. A tribal spear carved with the symbols of his People beckons to him from the dusty corner of the room where it had been left since he was banished after the cursed Gaedren managed to frame him for a murder he had never committed. He almost walked past it as he made his way to the door. But at the last moment, he thought how ironic and fitting it would be if the spear of his People brought down the man who had stripped them from him. His icy smile deepened.

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The day was not spent wastefully. Being a foreigner to the fabled city, Roakkard found himself asking, repeatedly in most cases, where the address on the mysterious card was. As he neared the little house in Westdock, he took out the card and looked at the colors on the decorative back. The brilliant jeweltone reds and oranges he found there were soothing beyond measure, and somewhere deep within him a flame crackled in both agreement and seething hatred. The sun had not yet reached its setting point, but he wondered if others would arrive before night claimed the City streets.


M Wild Elf Rogue (Urchin) HP 15/15 | AC 14| Passive Perception: 15, Insight: 17

Upon finding the card, the elf suddenly spins to scan the street. No other urchins...and they know better. He changes his course and heads to Lancet to begin a lengthy stakeout, but upon arrival he notices an old sign carved on the house in the Cant. Whatever it says satisfies his suspicions, because he skips camping out on a nearby rooftop to make some money off of the unobservant. A few coins from a full pouch are rarely missed.

As the sun sets, he enters the house without knocking. Seeing others there, he flashes the calling card he received with a flick of his wrist, presenting his invitation. His right to be among them.

He leans against a wall, and brushes his tangle of uneven grass-green hair back. His cloak is patchwork and grimy from years of exposure, likely to smudge the home. Just as it seems he's settling into silence, he speaks in an elevated whisper.

"Well, where is she?"


Human Monk {Entertainer} HP 10/10 | AC 15; Saves S+3 D+4 C+2 I 0 W+3 Ch-1; Passive Perception:13 Insight:15

I'll get the crunch in the alias tomorrow, its late for me but I wanted to post to keep things moving....

Jiang was a rigid creature in many ways so he arrives at the address punctually as the sun is setting. He was not a native but had lived in the city longer than two decades so he moved like a native nonetheless.

He enters and takes in the space. A note. Words. Empty...

Jiang lingers a moment and then sits, setting his belongings in a neat pile next to the chair. He places his hands in his lap and waits...and then the fatigue and hunger set in, the bodies natural reaction to age, stress and all that has happened. A creature of pragmatism too, Jiang grabs bread and begins to eat.

An elf enters. Green haired and the look of a street tough. He asks about "she" and Jiang swallows his bite as he turns in his chair to take the elf in.

Out... food, water, wait. The older Tian man points to an empty chair with a handful of bread to emphasize, speaking his common with the barest of accents. He then turns, finishes his food and sits still in the chair with his hands in his lap.


Male Shoanti Human Warlock (Fey/Elemental) 2 | HP 15/15 | AC 14 | Passive Perception 12/Insight 10 | Init +1 | Saves Wis +2 Cha +5

Roakkard watched as the strange elf and even stranger foreigner entered the building. He leaned heavily on the crystal and feather staff he carried with him everywhere, listening to the feathers rustling in the wind and the crystals humming as the feathers brushed against them. Whether or not they told him anything he does not reveal out loud, but he too enters the building.

Silently, almost arrogantly, he walks over to the table and reads the note. "You two are the others..." The statement was not posed as a question. "I am Roakkard." He then sits rather abruptly, letting his pack and spear settle behind him on the floor.


N female deva spiritualist 1 | HP: 7/13 | AC: 16 (12 Tch, 14 Ff) | CMB: +3, CMD: 15 | F:+3 (+2 vs. death, neg energy, necromancy spells/SAs) R:+2 W:+5 (+4 vs. mind-affecting w/shared consciousness) | Init: +4 | Perc: +9, SM: +7 | Speed 30 ft | Memory of Past Lifetimes: 3/3 | SPD: (1) 2/2 | Active conditions: shared consciousness | Phantom

Juliet's hand goes to Spite, and she steps to her bedroom's wall, placing her back against it for protection. Turning her head from side to side, the performer sighs and slumps a little once she's sure whoever left the note in her room is no longer there. Once last check - under the bed - and Juliet sits on the edge of the bed, and closing her eyes for a minute, she flops backward and lays there, letting the emotions of the evening go. Her performance was off a little, and she'd hoped to take the frustration out on Lamm, but instead had to settle for a couple of wannabe muggers, kids really, that ran at the first sign of resistance on Juliet's part.

Sighing, Juliet turns on her side, and opening her eyes, grabs the card propped on her pillow. Frowning a little as she concentrates - Juliet never was a very good reader - the performer takes in a quick breath of surprise, and sitting up, flips the card over, examining the colorful, patterned back. Pretty. Varisan design. Nice penmanship. Penwomanship? Trap perhaps? You've not always been really subtle in your search for Lamm, girl.

Mind racing, Juliet lays back down, examining the card more. There will be little sleep tonight.

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Hustling through the streets, watching the last rays of sun setting over the buildings of Lancet Street, Juliet silently curses to herself. Late, you're always late, girl. A few more minutes, and her keen eyes make out the details of the Fortune Teller's storefront, stooped and low, and very, Varisan, for lack of a better word. Juliet had scoped it out earlier in the day, before going to let her opera's showrunner know she couldn't perfrom that evening. He wasn't happy - her showrunner - and the understudy wasn't terribly good, but Juliet banked that precisely because her understudy sucked, Juliet would not be fired for skipping work this evening. At any rate, when she came by 3 Lancet Street earlier in the day, there was little activity, and no signs of a trap.

Grabbing Spite's hilt, the half-elven woman sighs and pushes the door open. Two foreigners, and much to Juliet's surprise, her brother, Ty, in a receiving room, colorful and intimate, perfumy. The Shaonti certainly isn't the note-writer. They're barely literate. The Tian man, perhaps. I've heard they make an art of hand-writing. Cocking an eyebrow in Ty's direction, a look he'd be familiar with - one that says, trouble? - Juliet sits at the table, and grabbing some bread, smiles to the strangers. Propping her feet up on the table, the performer leans back in her chair, and munching on the bread, speaks with an air of nonchalance, perhaps a little forced. "I'm Juliet. So, you guys don't like Gaedren either, huh?"


M Wild Elf Rogue (Urchin) HP 15/15 | AC 14| Passive Perception: 15, Insight: 17

The elf remains leaning against the wall while the others sit, but almost slips when the half-elf woman enters. His eyes widen, first in surprise as she shoots him a meaningful look, then complete horror as she dives into the fray, sitting among some of the most dangerous men he has seen in the past week.

In a few quick steps he crosses the room to stand behind Juliet's chair, his eyes darting back and forth between the tribal and the Tian. In hushed tones, he whispers urgently to his half-sister.

"Jules, what are you doing!"


N female deva spiritualist 1 | HP: 7/13 | AC: 16 (12 Tch, 14 Ff) | CMB: +3, CMD: 15 | F:+3 (+2 vs. death, neg energy, necromancy spells/SAs) R:+2 W:+5 (+4 vs. mind-affecting w/shared consciousness) | Init: +4 | Perc: +9, SM: +7 | Speed 30 ft | Memory of Past Lifetimes: 3/3 | SPD: (1) 2/2 | Active conditions: shared consciousness | Phantom

Pretty sure neither of the strangers would know their father's tongue, Juliet whispered back,

elvish:
"Baiting the fishing line, brother."

The truth was, Juliet hadn't really thought about what she was doing. When the singer had reconnoitered the house earlier, there was no sign of activity, the note had said that "others" would be at 3 Lancet Place, and these two didn't seem the types to truck with what she knew of Lamm. Too big, too strong, too old for that bully's likes. She'd simply made the split-second decision that the strangers were harmless - to her anyways.

Of course, Ty did seem pretty alarmed. Perhaps the strangers were hired muscle here to silence them both? Juliet slowly moved the heel of one boot to the edge of the table, ready to flip it if either of the strangers made a threatening move...

Juliet's trying to bluff her brother, make it look like it was her plan to dangle herself with bait instead of just being an impulsive person with a wisdom 8.

charisma(deception): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15


M Wild Elf Rogue (Urchin) HP 15/15 | AC 14| Passive Perception: 15, Insight: 17

Tybalt scoffs. His sister is clever with her words, but not without her tells. The slight singsong tone tells him this is a spontaneous action. He switches to Elvish in response.

Elvish:
"You see sharks in murky ponds, but not when they sit before you. It's always been like this with you. Look at their faces, see the signs of loss around their eyes. Men with nothing left to lose are the most dangerous kind. Who knows what might trigger them."


N female deva spiritualist 1 | HP: 7/13 | AC: 16 (12 Tch, 14 Ff) | CMB: +3, CMD: 15 | F:+3 (+2 vs. death, neg energy, necromancy spells/SAs) R:+2 W:+5 (+4 vs. mind-affecting w/shared consciousness) | Init: +4 | Perc: +9, SM: +7 | Speed 30 ft | Memory of Past Lifetimes: 3/3 | SPD: (1) 2/2 | Active conditions: shared consciousness | Phantom

Juliet rolls her eyes, more in frustration than annoyance. Her brother, even though a relatively new part of her life, had from their first meeting an uncanny ability to read the singer. And he was really good at reading others too - his observation about the strangers was astute.

Keeping her hand on Spite and her heel at the edge of the table, the singer smiles and shrugs her shoulders, raising her hand, palm up, in the direction of Ty standing behind her. "Siblings. My brother, Tybalt."


Male Shoanti Human Warlock (Fey/Elemental) 2 | HP 15/15 | AC 14 | Passive Perception 12/Insight 10 | Init +1 | Saves Wis +2 Cha +5

The Shoanti looks up from a brief moment of meditation he had taken after giving his name. "I had suspected something of the sort from your familiarity with one another."


Feel free to continue introductions if you want. When we're ready to proceed:

A shape moves outside the window and an attractive middle-aged woman enters the shop. She's rather tall and her head and body are covered in clothes the colors of red, gold, purple, and white. She's checks the door behind her before turning around and removing her hood. Her eyes meet the crowd around her table. I picture her to have the sort of face and voice of the actress Michelle Fairley.

With a smile and nod of her head, she proceeds to the table where Juliet, Tybalt, Roakkard and Jiang are sitting. In transit she welcomes the 4 of you.

(1)
“Thank you for coming, my friends, and for putting up with my ...unconventional method of contacting you. My name is Zellara and I have reason to remain hidden just as you.”

She sits down at the table. She sort of gives Juliet an eye for having her feet on her table.

(2)
“Gaedren Lamm is a man whose cruelty and capacity to destroy the lives of those he touches are matched only by his gift for avoiding reprisal. You see, one year ago, I was robbed...“

She produces her Harrow deck from a pocket and idly shuffles the cards.

and among the things stolen by thieves was my Harrow deck.

Her skill with the deck should be obvious to anyone who watches how the cards seem to float and dance over her hands and the table.

"It is an heirloom passed down through a dozen generations and my sole means of support. I went to the Guard, but they made it clear a fortune teller’s misfortune is....a low priority."

(3)
She places a card face-down on the table. Each placement is preceded by another elegant shuffle. Her eyes no longer are making contact with your’s, but her attention is focused on the cards being played and their alignments to one another.

My boy Eran, my only son, tracked them down. He went to confront Gaedren and in return for this….

She finishes setting the 3rd card down. Her voice strains to hold back the emotions.

His head, wrapped in his favorite scarf, was left on my doorstep.

(4)

So I sought my Harrow Deck for advice and was rewarded. The cards told me to find you and here you are. Now we will find where we will first strike.

She begins to reveal the cards..

(5)
The first card is flipped.

The keep. A place for strength to weather hardship.

(6)
The second card is turned.

Crows. Murder, thievery, and loss. A common song amongst us. But a strange card to be paired with The Keep.

(7)
The third and last card is revealed.

The Demon’s Lantern. Deception. Sleight of Hand. Yes. I see it now. Someplace close! We are looking for a place of comfort for those affected by grief and loss. A place which has been turned into a place of suffering! A clinic or soup kitchen with a den of vipers in it’s midst. Root them out and they will lead us towards Gaedren.

Juliett:
Your time on the streets has done you well. You know the closest place that fits Zellara's description before she says it. A small, dilapidated mission of Sarenrae sits in a Westdock alley north of here.

Tybalt:
You know of the place before she says it. You know of an overcrowded mission to Sarenrae in Splithog Alley. St. Caspieran's Salvation. You know the Father of the mission's been struggling to keep the place afloat for everyone..even since you were a boy of 50!

The closest one is St. Caspieran’s Salvation here in West dock. Over in Splithog Alley. The place has been open since I've been a little girl.

She lastly says,

“Should things ever become unclear, return to me with a new focus and I may be able to divine our next target.”

If you wish to interject at any of the numbers above, please feel free to do so! Otherwise...given this information, what do you do?


Male Shoanti Human Warlock (Fey/Elemental) 2 | HP 15/15 | AC 14 | Passive Perception 12/Insight 10 | Init +1 | Saves Wis +2 Cha +5

In response to (2) or (3).

"Is that not the Harrow Deck now? How did you retrieve it?" He is entranced by the cards themselves, wondering how ancient their symbols were and where the cards originated.


She pauses for a moment after Roakkard's inquiry.

"No this one is not the same. After I was robbed, I sold everything else of value for a new one."


Male Shoanti Human Warlock (Fey/Elemental) 2 | HP 15/15 | AC 14 | Passive Perception 12/Insight 10 | Init +1 | Saves Wis +2 Cha +5

Roakkard leans back with a satisfied expression. He waits for the others to respond to the offer of justice.


N female deva spiritualist 1 | HP: 7/13 | AC: 16 (12 Tch, 14 Ff) | CMB: +3, CMD: 15 | F:+3 (+2 vs. death, neg energy, necromancy spells/SAs) R:+2 W:+5 (+4 vs. mind-affecting w/shared consciousness) | Init: +4 | Perc: +9, SM: +7 | Speed 30 ft | Memory of Past Lifetimes: 3/3 | SPD: (1) 2/2 | Active conditions: shared consciousness | Phantom

introductions:
Juliet smiles to Roakkard, a large smile, the one she uses on stage. "That obvious, huh? You're a Shoanti? My brother is too, in a manner of speaking. It is, uh, complicated. What Gaedren did to you is your business, so don't feel you need to share, but know this - I intend to see my fencing blade here, Spite, plunged through his neck. He's had a big hand in the decline of my favorite part of Korvosa - and my favorite people. Drugs and death, and I'll return the favor."

(2):
Juliet pulls her feet off the table and, placing them on the floor, sits forward. Zellara has the singer's full attention.

(3):
Sighing, Juliet looks to the table. Lamm's reach is long in this town. Looking back up to the Fortune Teller, Juliet blushes with anger. "I'm sorry for you. How horrible to have your son... done that to. Was the guard not responsive?"

(6):
Juliet glances askance to Ty. Hope there's no real crows involved.

(7):
Slamming her hand on the table, Juliet points to The Demon's Lantern. "Yes, yes! St. Caspieran's! That place is a real shabby-looking mission or something. I always thought it was a front! So, we uh, head on over there and see if we shake Gaedren loose? Do your cards tell you anything else?"


Human Monk {Entertainer} HP 10/10 | AC 15; Saves S+3 D+4 C+2 I 0 W+3 Ch-1; Passive Perception:13 Insight:15

Jiang is content to let the others talk amongst themselves, only offering to gesture at himself at one point and say "Jiang" otherwise the older Tian man sits passively as cards are presented, words offered and sense of next action formed. Sorry CHA was my low stat. :p

As Juliet talks of "shaking Gaedren loose" Jiang nods slowly and looks at the others but doesn't offer any words. Yet.


M Wild Elf Rogue (Urchin) HP 15/15 | AC 14| Passive Perception: 15, Insight: 17

(2):

Spoiler:
Tybalt watches her cardplay intently. There's a difference between clever and magic, and it must've been magic that put the calling card in his pocket. So he watches, to see if Zellara performs anything impossible.
Sleight of Hand: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7 Going for "Takes one to know one", but that can also be a Perception roll, since my bonus is the same for both skills.

When she mentions selling everything to buy a new harrow deck, he looks her up and down suspiciously, checking for jewelry that would indicate falsehood.
"These cards, how can they be so expensive?"

Tybalt jumps when his sister slams the table, then carefully settles back down. He taps the table with his left hand as he tries to remember something.

Olondir:
Did the Father seem to be hiding any darker purposes, based on Tybalt's read of him (going off Passive Insight)? Tybalt suspects he isn't an evil man, but may be strongarmed into hiding Gaedren's scum among the needy.


Male Shoanti Human Warlock (Fey/Elemental) 2 | HP 15/15 | AC 14 | Passive Perception 12/Insight 10 | Init +1 | Saves Wis +2 Cha +5

Roakkard waits for the others to finish discussing this *hidden* location before preparing once again to depart.

"His neck you may have. His heart shall be impaled on my spear by dawn."


Her jewelry is very cheap. Her dress is older but well mended and maintained. Her jewelry associated is mostly costume and colored rocks.

While her skill with the Harrow deck borderlines the magical, it does not exceed the impossible. She catches you looking at her display of card tricks. She jests, "You should see me with my old deck... I'm afraid I'm still unfamiliar with the nuances of this one!

You see, most harrow decks are heirlooms not easily bought or sold. The tie between a harrower and their card is... powerful and doesn't come easy. It is not the cost to make, but this attunement of soul and card that is scarce."

She nods at you, Juliet.
"The guards are, "looking into the matter", but you and I both know how slow they move. Lamm's too smart and always seems to be one step ahead. I wouldn't have tried so hard to find you if I believed in the Korvosan Guard could handle it."

"I would not say the place is a front, my dear. I know Father Padrick to be a good man. The Keep and The Crow, to me, signals more like the place has a tumor that needs removed. The Lantern is foretelling there's more than meets the eye. I doubt Gaedren himself is there, but if you can find the one responsible for this corruption, they can, perhaps, lead us to closer to our nemesis."

Tybalt:

Your gut's telling you that you know Father Padrik is a good man with a genuine concern for the poor but certainly up there in age. Your suspicions of him being strong-armed feels right.


N female deva spiritualist 1 | HP: 7/13 | AC: 16 (12 Tch, 14 Ff) | CMB: +3, CMD: 15 | F:+3 (+2 vs. death, neg energy, necromancy spells/SAs) R:+2 W:+5 (+4 vs. mind-affecting w/shared consciousness) | Init: +4 | Perc: +9, SM: +7 | Speed 30 ft | Memory of Past Lifetimes: 3/3 | SPD: (1) 2/2 | Active conditions: shared consciousness | Phantom

Juliet nods, serious as can be, as Zellara talks of the guard. "Oh, I know it, I'm sorry to say. I've been looking for him awhile, and you're right - he is smart. But, you're also right again - you've come to the right people. I'll help you and check out Father Padrick's mission."

To Roakkard:

"That's a fair deal. I look forward to seeing what you can do with that spear."


M Wild Elf Rogue (Urchin) HP 15/15 | AC 14| Passive Perception: 15, Insight: 17

"Attunement"? What is she talking about. If there is some spiritual connection, how can you just buy it, at any price? This doesn't make sense, but it's not important. She is as poor as she says, and wants revenge as much as anyone. Tybalt just smiles and nods at Zellara's explanation, though as usual, his smile doesn't reach his eyes.

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"Yes, I have...visited the mission before. The Father wears his heart on his sleeve, it is easy to see he is a "good" person. And it's easy to see how to take advantage of him. That must be what Gaedren is doing. Shall we go now?" Tybalt rustles his cloak, making sure his hidden daggers are still in place. His shortbow is stashed elsewhere currently, and there may be blood tonight.


Zallara nods to you, Tybalt. "Yes. Now's the time to re-balance the scales in favor of justice."

I don't want to railroad anyone so I'll give it till the morning before I assume we're going to shop or check out the mission!


Human Monk {Entertainer} HP 10/10 | AC 15; Saves S+3 D+4 C+2 I 0 W+3 Ch-1; Passive Perception:13 Insight:15

As the seer speaks of the bond between her and her deck the monk nods in the barest fashion understanding such energy concepts well.

Jiang sits otherwise mutely until there is conversation of leaving to investigate, "I am ready."

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Male Shoanti Human Warlock (Fey/Elemental) 2 | HP 15/15 | AC 14 | Passive Perception 12/Insight 10 | Init +1 | Saves Wis +2 Cha +5

Roakkard nods as he stands, his spear tied to his pack for the moment as he leans on the staff of red crystals and feathers.

"Justice, or Revenge, or the Removal of a Destructive Force from Golarion." His voice darkens for a moment, as though overcome by another will. "His torment here will be short compared to the afterlife that has been prepared for him."


The streets around West Pier are typically close to empty at this time of night. The cold, crisp air carries the smell of the fisheries nearby. You make it to the entrance to Splithog Alley quickly. The alley is empty of people.

St. Caspieran’s Salvation - West Pier - Midland - Korvosa - 9PM

Halfway down this muck-smeared alley, sandwiched between a dilapidated cartwright’s shop and a bakery, stands a dilapidated tenement. A crooked belltower rises from the building’s rear, and a half-dozen grease-smeared, cracked, and boarded-over windows gaze out from walls that might have once been white. A small copper and glass lantern illuminates a sign over the building’s battered oak front doors: “St. Caspieran’s Salvation—All Welcome.”

What's the marching order and how would you like to approach this place? Walk up and see who's home? Scope it out from the shadows?


M Wild Elf Rogue (Urchin) HP 15/15 | AC 14| Passive Perception: 15, Insight: 17

Tybalt would take advantage of City Secrets from his background to get there faster. If the group moves to follow him, he quietly requests Juliet to watch his back of the newcomers, and leads on. Once the mission is in sight, if the others followed him, he points it out for them, then sneaks off to the side, going around to investigate the back entrance. (I'm not rolling these checks because some DMs want the results secret, whether or not that's the case here, my bonuses to move forward are +7 Stealth, +5 Perception, +3 Investigation


Human Monk {Entertainer} HP 10/10 | AC 15; Saves S+3 D+4 C+2 I 0 W+3 Ch-1; Passive Perception:13 Insight:15

As the group approaches Jiang stops in the dim lights and shadows of the approach looking ahead as Tybalt moves to disappear, Is this Padrick a man worth talking to? If his heart is good and it is merely that he is being bullied perhaps we can appeal to that goodness and he will direct us to the source of his trouble...and what we want to know.


Awesome idea Tybalt! (Map of the Mission) It is assumed that the main entrance area faces the alley but this is more fun.

Slight retcon to your approach thanks to Tybalt's City Secrets.
Tybalt leads the group through a maze of back alleys and cut-throughs. You pass several bodies covered in rags and blankets to stay warm in this chilly night. Their constant shaking where they lay is indicitive of on-going shiver use. Though you can't see their bodies, their rapid breaths and motion means they are certainly out of their senses and not aware of you. The smell of urine and stale Vanilla (the smell of used shiver) is strong here.

Tybalt moves with a beautiful grace that juxtaposes these destitute alleys. In fact, his speed and agility over the trash piles or through the numerous false dead ends leaves the three of you struggling to keep up! Squeezing through a building gap no wider than 2 feet, you arrive in front of the Mission ahead of schedule.

Tybalt's Rolls:

Stealth: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

The rugged elf ducks back into the alley and takes a different path. A few moments later, you spot him crouching and sneaking towards the back of the Mission near the courtyard.

Tybalt:

You find, behind the mission, an overgrown courtyard surrounded by a low stone wall. A path leads through a rusted iron gate and up to a pair of boarded doors. A lone oak tree stands in the corner. A scattered series of fresh boot prints (adult male-human sized) are seen going to the oak tree. Curiously, no footsteps extend to the door back here.

Through the oak tree you spot an old balcony with an old oak shed on it. Coos of pigeons can be heard from inside the shed.

Lights can be seen very dimly though the boarded up windows on the first floor. Far brighter lights and raucous laughter (cheering maybe?) can be heard from somewhere on the second.

what do you do?


M Wild Elf Rogue (Urchin) HP 15/15 | AC 14| Passive Perception: 15, Insight: 17

Quick post in response to Jiang, I'll have to process the rest later!

Tybalt stops momentarily as the Tian man speaks up, but does not turn around.
"The hare makes no sound...while it believes that falcons circle overhead."


M Wild Elf Rogue (Urchin) HP 15/15 | AC 14| Passive Perception: 15, Insight: 17

Scouting:
The elf inspects the bootprints. Hm...are they dealing Shiver around this oak? His ears perk up at the sound of pigeons, almost overshadowed by the laughter.
Disgusting creatures he thinks to himself as he looks up at the oak's canopy. Do the branches reach out to the second floor? Is the balcony with pigeons on the second floor?

Afterwards, he steps lightly to the back door and presses an ear close. If it seems clear, he will open it slowly to take a peek. If it's locked, that's what Thieves' tools are for. Proficient in use for +2, assuming Dex based check, +5 total.

I hope you guys aren't waiting on Tybalt. He'll probably return soon, but if you want to enter the front or do anything else, go for it!


tybalt's scouting:

Sorry. Yes the pigeon coop is on the second floor balcony.

Tybalt, so you crouch at the double doors in the back and reexamine the tree.

investigation of footprints and tree: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

You're confident it's height and branches could get you to the balcony with ease. Additionally, you spot a well concealed-hole in the tree. Your instincts tell you that would make a great drop-off point for thieves.

You hear the sounds of muffled snoring and coughing coming from behind the door.

You open it carefully and take a peak inside.

Inside is the smell of cabbage soup and mud. Near the door are two rough looking elderly men snoring, fast asleep and reeking of booze. It's chilly in here, but not as cold as outside.

You spot a young human with short hair, probably 8 or 9 years old, you take to be a girl. She is bundled up on the floor sniveling and clutching a one armed teddy bear. She doesn't look asleep, but she also hasn't noticed you.

An eruption of drunken laughter, cheering and stomping is heard above through the floor boards somewhere on the second floor.


Male Shoanti Human Warlock (Fey/Elemental) 2 | HP 15/15 | AC 14 | Passive Perception 12/Insight 10 | Init +1 | Saves Wis +2 Cha +5

Roakkard follows silently, showing no signs of empathy or pity for those that lie about the alleys. The silence around him speaks of a potent purpose.


N female deva spiritualist 1 | HP: 7/13 | AC: 16 (12 Tch, 14 Ff) | CMB: +3, CMD: 15 | F:+3 (+2 vs. death, neg energy, necromancy spells/SAs) R:+2 W:+5 (+4 vs. mind-affecting w/shared consciousness) | Init: +4 | Perc: +9, SM: +7 | Speed 30 ft | Memory of Past Lifetimes: 3/3 | SPD: (1) 2/2 | Active conditions: shared consciousness | Phantom

Juliet watches Tybalt duck through the alleys, wending his way as if the young elf were a carrier pigeon - not that she'd ever make that comparison aloud. Sighing, the singer kicks aside a box of mouldering childrens' clothing and tries to keep up. Always in the shadows, that one! There's no point in doing anything if you can't be noticed doing it!


M Wild Elf Rogue (Urchin) HP 15/15 | AC 14| Passive Perception: 15, Insight: 17

Scouting:
Tybalt carefully closes the door before the child can spot him. Targeting adolescents is despicable even by his standards, but he's no hero. He makes his way back to the group.

Tybalt reappears amongst his merry companions.
"I'm surprised you're still here." He whispers to them, just loud enough to be clearly heard.

"The second floor is where the falcons dance. There's a tree that could be climbed to the balcony, but they've got birds there. Through the back door, two falcons sleep but a little mouse is still awake. Getting past them, I am sure there will be a path to the roost." He speaks quickly, but pauses a moment to let people process the information.

"I don't kill mice, but they fear me still. Can anyone deal with it quietly? It's that, or climb the tree and risk the birds."


Human Monk {Entertainer} HP 10/10 | AC 15; Saves S+3 D+4 C+2 I 0 W+3 Ch-1; Passive Perception:13 Insight:15

As Tybalt whispers quietly before departing the monk merely raises an eyebrow in response to the rogue's turn of phrase.

At Tybalt's return the monk merely stands and listens to the elf and frowns. Looking intently at the rogue the older Tian man blinks and then runs his tongue under his bottom lip clearly (and poorly) trying to contain his irritation as he speaks, You cannot refer to men as birds and then mention birds which I think are birds. And as for children how do you say we deal with one "quietly" other than murder since I would guess none us are interested in doing that? Jiang offers a quick look to the others but does not stop to really see if anyone indicates they would.

Crossing his arms the monk continues to frown, If they are keeping birds then they are used to people and will probably make no more or less noise than normal. Unless they are those idiot creatures from the Mwangi Expanse that take to talking like people do. But those are birds. The monk offers a sort of exasperated throwing of his hands in the air to emphasize his point. Just playing a low CHA person, not really trolling to be clear, lol


M Wild Elf Rogue (Urchin) HP 15/15 | AC 14| Passive Perception: 15, Insight: 17

I know Tybalt's phrasing is a little confusing, I'm glad it came out that way since he's also low Cha. I'm actually glad you're calling him out on it.

Tybalt scowls as the man launches into a tirade. I'm being perfectly clear, why doesn't he understand? This is why I work alone.
The mentioned talking birds will surely haunt his nightmares, he interrupts before Jiang can further detail this fresh horror.

"Yes, perhaps someone who is good with mi...human children, could quietly comfort and lead her out of the room."

He mutters an aside to Juliet

Elvish:
"See how he only thinks of murder? This is why he is dangerous."


Male Shoanti Human Warlock (Fey/Elemental) 2 | HP 15/15 | AC 14 | Passive Perception 12/Insight 10 | Init +1 | Saves Wis +2 Cha +5

All this talk of birds and mice and elvish gibbering is confusing to Roakkard. "If you have something to say that is important, I should like to hear it as well. I do not like information being kept from me!"


Human Monk {Entertainer} HP 10/10 | AC 15; Saves S+3 D+4 C+2 I 0 W+3 Ch-1; Passive Perception:13 Insight:15

Jiang crosses his arm and tilts a head to the Shoanti man, Agreed


N female deva spiritualist 1 | HP: 7/13 | AC: 16 (12 Tch, 14 Ff) | CMB: +3, CMD: 15 | F:+3 (+2 vs. death, neg energy, necromancy spells/SAs) R:+2 W:+5 (+4 vs. mind-affecting w/shared consciousness) | Init: +4 | Perc: +9, SM: +7 | Speed 30 ft | Memory of Past Lifetimes: 3/3 | SPD: (1) 2/2 | Active conditions: shared consciousness | Phantom

Juliet smiles a little as her brother mutters to her. He had a keen mind, if a rather blunt tongue.

"I'm sure Ty wasn't talking about killing children. He probably meant, can one of us deal with the child in a way that will not give up our situation? It seems we have two options - go through the old men and the child downstairs, or climb the tree and go upstairs. It matters not to me, but I'll let you all know now - if children are being hurt, I aim to return that pain manyfold."


Human Monk {Entertainer} HP 10/10 | AC 15; Saves S+3 D+4 C+2 I 0 W+3 Ch-1; Passive Perception:13 Insight:15

That is what I said, none of us were going to hurt children. You, Juliet are pretty. Do you want to try to put the child at ease quietly?


Hi guys, this will likely be my last post before I head out. Aeshuura will man the fort until I'm back! I've briefed him on what's to come so take it easy on him ;)
Your options on the table right now: A second floor surprise, Sneak inside these back doors and see what's going on, Surprise me.


N female deva spiritualist 1 | HP: 7/13 | AC: 16 (12 Tch, 14 Ff) | CMB: +3, CMD: 15 | F:+3 (+2 vs. death, neg energy, necromancy spells/SAs) R:+2 W:+5 (+4 vs. mind-affecting w/shared consciousness) | Init: +4 | Perc: +9, SM: +7 | Speed 30 ft | Memory of Past Lifetimes: 3/3 | SPD: (1) 2/2 | Active conditions: shared consciousness | Phantom

Have fun, Olondir!

"I could perhaps put the child at ease, but we still have to deal with the two old guys. They may not raise an alarm if they are surrounded when we wake them, but maybe its better to climb the tree and see what is up there before we make a decision?"

If I go on in, I can try and talk the kid down. Do we have any food, or something else enticing? I've got some gold if nothing else. Or someone that is a good climber can see what is going on upstairs? What do we do with the old guys if Juliet is successful and the kid stays quiet?


M Wild Elf Rogue (Urchin) HP 15/15 | AC 14| Passive Perception: 15, Insight: 17

"If the child does not wake them, why should we? There would be nothing to stop someone from walking upstairs as a client or entertainer. They drink and they laugh, their tongues may be loose enough already. Perhaps there would be an opportunity to pocket an object for Zellara's craft as well."

Curse this last minute job. If there were more time, perhaps I could have borrowed Tanara's wardrobe for disguises, and eliminated the risk of revealing ourselves.

He notices that fierce look in Juliet's eyes, that speaks of a deep desire to avenge any harmed children, here and now.

"We could try a hit and run, but we don't know how many people are up there. Even if it worked, there is always a price for action. When we avoid paying it, who would it fall to then? The Father? His wards?"


N female deva spiritualist 1 | HP: 7/13 | AC: 16 (12 Tch, 14 Ff) | CMB: +3, CMD: 15 | F:+3 (+2 vs. death, neg energy, necromancy spells/SAs) R:+2 W:+5 (+4 vs. mind-affecting w/shared consciousness) | Init: +4 | Perc: +9, SM: +7 | Speed 30 ft | Memory of Past Lifetimes: 3/3 | SPD: (1) 2/2 | Active conditions: shared consciousness | Phantom

Juliet shrugs. "Walking straight in, improvising as the situation unfolds itself? What could go wrong?"

Smiling at her joke, the singer opens the door, and still smiling, holds one finger up to her lips - the universal sign for 'quiet' - and in her other hand, a shiny gold coin rests between her thumb and index finger. Hope this kid is enticed by the gleam of gold...

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