Mists of Mwangi Table 2 (Inactive)

Game Master Baerlie

Pooka walks over to the aging druid. Well done today sir. You make a fine adventuring companion. Allow me, please. Pooka does his best to convey the sincere respect he has, while trying not to offend him for being too old to climb a vine.

Climb: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 2 - 4 = 14

Once at the top, Pooka carefully takes a couple of hacks with his halberd to slice through the vines.

The Curator I assume? Lets just say you are lucky to be alive. That Tik Tann idol you brought in was nearly the death of you, and most of the primate wildlife within the city. My name is Pooka Bladespinner, Pathfinder Society at your service. Your museum is still mostly intact and your staff is still alive, thanks to the brave men you see below. I suggest you go speak with someone at the Grand Lodge to formally express your gratitude. Shall I help you down?

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

"Ah, the idols! I remember! We unpacked them and suddenly strange mist started to grow on the floor. And after that I don't remember anything. Thankgs for saving me, but what about the scribes? Are they alive? Have you seen them?" he says. "My name is Nigel, yes I'm the curator of this museum you just saved."

"You're staff are alive, although they'll probably be using a couple of sick days in the near future." replies Aramil with a smirk.
"At any rate, we've destroyed the idol in this room. Did you say there were more than just this one?"

Nigel climbs down.

"We unpacked a lot of Tik Taan stuff, but mostly weapons, uniforms, decoration and some wooden figurines. One of the figurines looked different, it was bigger than the others and less damaged. One of my scribes told me to let it be, but I did not listen. Please tell me you destroyed it! I'm glad my staff are save. Thank you." Nigel says.

Nigel walks to one of many boxes and grabs a spear. "Please take this ancient Mwangi spear from my personal colletion as a gift. Chelish explorers found it near the colony of Sargava during the reign of the expansionist Chelish prince, Haliad I." Nigel hands a longspear to you. "Who sent you to save us, if I may ask?"

The spear is a bejeweled masterwork spear with brittle, white bird feathers tied with crumbling leather straps beneath the still-sharp spearhead. He also gifts you with a magical item he believes to be of special significance to Pathfinders: an ioun stone. cracked mulberry pentacle ioun stone

Insidion moves to examine the destroyed mask, a mournful look on his face.

"It is a shame we destroyed it," he mutters to himself.

Aramil gives a sharp look at the Insidion as he overhears the tiefling's statement, but chooses not to interject as he turns back to Nigel and says "We came on behalf of Venture Captain Adril Hestram, who sends his regards. The Society became quite concerned when the strange mist started pouring out of the museum and sent us to investigate."

"Hestram you say. Well, I did not expect this. But if this is the case then I see the friendship with him repaired and I make all of the Blakros Museum's collection available to the Society for study. Maybe I'll rejoin the Society." Nigel says.

Pooka smiles at the curator. I believe you rejoining the society would prove mutually beneficial, and a very wise decision. Thank you for the gift of the spear, and the ioun stone. It's there anything else you need assistance with before we report our findings to the venture captain?

"No, that's it. Cleaning a museum is not one of the Society's tasks. Thank you very much! Greetings to VC Hestram!"

you're welcome is that the end of the adventure?

"We should return and report," Insidion says, now more himself.

Yes, this is the end. If you have a dayjob roll, please do them and I will send the chronicles.

not sure if this is a legit dayjob, but Zac did a retraining to take up profession stuntman stuntman: 4 + 1d20 ⇒ 4 + (3) = 7 yes getting paid to do stunts and put on a good show.