PFS 07-14,16,18 Start Date 11/10 TABLE 2 (Inactive)

Game Master Emmjay

The halfling actually loses his composure and sputters at the Taldan man invoking the Queens namesake. He ensures his hood is up and that he is standing well and far away from the introductions.

Hahaha.

Lawmaster Malora offers her hand in greeting to the inspection officers--though she doesn't expect a handshake in return. After Sir Ischell speaks she introduces herself.

"Greetings, sir, I am Malora Nagovya, a Lawmaster in Abadar's clergy. Rest assured I am aware of your laws regarding proselytizing and intend no disruption to your country's faith," she also points out her weapons which are being stowed.

Yeah, it said only light weapons were allowed, so I assumed my heavy mace would need to be checked, being one-handed, not light.

[dice=Sense Motive]1d20 + 2

Following Lawmaster Malora's lead, Mindartis hands over his scimitar and longbow and declares it as well.

Tamrin grunts acknowledgement of the items, glad that the bow is kept on ship. "The sword is fine, you may wear it."

It was not formally stated, but Ischell declares his pole arm and flail, appropriately stored in his cabin aboard the ship. His holy symbols and texts meet the criteria for being allowed- but he is willing to leave them aboard the Sea Sylph in the name of diplomacy

As Tamrin goes about his business, he adds one final bit of news about what can or cannot be done in the city. "Casting arcane spells more powerful than cantrips within 5 miles of the Esoterium carries the penalty of having the offender's spellbook burned or their hands broken, unless they are registered members. A temporary license at the school costs 50gp. Divine spellcasters are required to register with the Harbormaster's office, which I can do for you"

Also, when Tamrin is talking to Captain Zaerim you overhear that, because of the commotion in the nearby slave markets, supplies may not be unloaded until tomorrow.

And he waits for everyone to declare their items.

Lawmaster Malora registers with the Harbormaster's Office, then. Is there a max level of spell she can cast as well?

Doran declares his bow, leaving it on the ship.

Don't think I need this in the city...

"My bow and longsword are stored in my bunk." Vexin walks quietly up to Tamrin and extends his hand to the fellow halfling.

Oh! Is my light crossbow alright to bring?

"My bow and longsword are stored in my bunk." Vexin walks quietly up to Tamrin and extends his hand to the fellow halfling.

The longsword is a 1h weapon, its good to go with you.

Lawmaster Malora registers with the Harbormaster's Office, then. Is there a max level of spell she can cast as well?

Nope.

Oh! Is my light crossbow alright to bring?

Yes, it specifically says 'light'.

You have all declared your items, and a receipt was given acknowledging that you have done so. Disembarking, you make your way into the city.

Anyone who needs to purchase anything to make up for what was left on the boat, do so now. The port city is large enough to contain the more common weapons and items. Tomorrow morning The Museum of History!

Malora's picking up a light mace.

"Did you hear that about no magic?" Elemenar frowns. "I hope that we don't run into any trouble here. I'm not going to be much help if we do. I think I'm going to see if I can find a tangle bag or something like that."

Elemenar walks around the shops until he finds someone selling a tanglefoot bag. He also purchases a vial of alchemist's fire. "I hope these things will help."

A wizard without magic is close to useless. :-)

Ischell is picking up a sap (1gp) and a morningstar (8 gp, one handed simple)

Carried combat equipment: Cold Iron Dagger x1, Morningstar, Sap (held), and sling with 10 bullets.

During the down time and preparations, Ischell looks for an opportunity to catch Vexin alone, and away from the busyness of the docks and crew.

"Hey man, I just wanted to let you know... what you're doing is incredibly brave. I know this can't be easy for ya and yet here you are man."

There is an awkward silence, as Ischell searches for the right words...

"Dude, You're in a group with us now- like, a Pathfinder man; and I'll always have your back. No questions asked, ya know?

"Oh, well, thank you Ischell." Vexin says taken completely off-guard. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts before truly replying.

"I actually operate out of Cheliax. I am no Bellflower but I find freedom for those I can. Being a Pathfinder is going to help me do that but it is new to me. I haven't even taken my official test but my history makes me valuable for this kind of task. Either way, I am here and I don't plan on letting any of you end up in chains." he takes a deep breath after talking more than he usually ever does.

No new gear for me. I spent a good portion of it on creation, bad habit. He will do fine with his Longsword if some sour grapes confront them.

"Did you hear that about no magic?" Elemenar frowns. "I hope that we don't run into any trouble here. I'm not going to be much help if we do. I think I'm going to see if I can find a tangle bag or something like that."

Elemenar walks around the shops until he finds someone selling a tanglefoot bag. He also purchases a vial of alchemist's fire. "I hope these things will help."

A wizard without magic is close to useless. :-)

You can use magic, you just have to pay for the privilege to do so....

Acid splash is your friend....spam that sucker. Doran looks about as the group travels, watching their backs as they go.

perc: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

A mage not using his spells can still be a boon....his knowledge for one...an extra set of eyes...

The Museum of History stands almost a story taller than most other buildings in Corentyn’s High Quarter on the north side of the city. Once a courthouse, the building now houses relics from Corentyn’s past, not all of which are sanctioned by the Thrune regime.

Broad marble steps, barely dulled with age and showing only the tiniest of cracks lead to the solid, reinforced double doors of Corentyn’s Museum of History. The building stands in stark contrast to the surrounding structures, most of which are small, cramped, and crumbling. Two city guards stand at the intersection nearby, watching the tradesfolk, fishermen, vintners, and others who make High Quarter their home.

The Museum of History’s maple plank flooring is heavily scarred with the passage of many years and countless visitors, yet it shines from recent and repeated coats of polish. A faint aroma of linseed oil hangs in the air, mingling with the familiar scent of musty, leatherbound tomes.

Slide 8

When asking others in the museum, you are directed to an an adjacent wing and there is Zefiro Balinger, a human male dressed in the garb of a museum expert. Greeting you warmly, he states "Hello! I am Zefiro, who are you and how can I assist you today?"

The halfling removes his hood when entering the building.

When they enter the wing and meet Zefiro he moves closer and quietly addresses him.

"Marcos Farabellus sends his regards. We are here for information. Do you have an office we could speak in?"

Malora walks boldly through Corentyn, watching the sights and sounds of the city--both its architecture and it's people--as she goes. She nods respectfully at the guards they pass.

She climbs the broad marble steps of the Museum of History with excitement. Information and relics from the time of Cheliax's fall and the rise of House Thrune would be important information for her church. Civilizations of the present and future could always learn from the mistakes and failed governments of the past...

As she walks through the museum Malora eyes the exhibits. Her leather boots add the dirt of the streets outside to the scuffed maple planked floor. She's too distracted by the relics and history on display to notice the curator greet the group and Vexin request a private meeting.

You're welcome, Vexin! Malora would have been the opposite of subtle... lol

Doran stands behind Vexin and the others as they talk, knowing his bluntness can cause issues with others.

Ischell does his best to keep his attention on lookout while moving through the streets- but just as often finds himself distracted by the sounds and activity of the famous city.

Once the party arrives at the museum of history, he feigns interest in the relics and displays. What is all of this stuff?. He stays close to Vexin (and presumably Elemenar), doing his best to keep alert to any changing environment or perceived threats to himself or his partners. He listens to the introduction, but chooses not to interject.

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (16) - 1 = 15

"You are the Pathfinders that were sent? No, No, No, this cannot be." While Zefiro does begin to talk about the historical details of the site you are to explore, you readily notice that he keeps going to the window to look outside. You can tell that he is a man of some knowledge, but that he is clearly distracted by something, and it really became apparent when you mentioned you were Pathfinders. You also notice, even though you wanted to discuss with him in private the upcoming exploration of the site, he has made no effort to leave the annex.

He never really gets a complete sentence in (and even if he does, it doesn't make much sense) as he starts to become more and more panicked, so much that his attitude towards the group degrades quickly and dangerously.

Attempting to calm Zefiro down? Please roll a Diplomacy check.

sense: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Lawmaster Malora turns to see her comrades are speaking with a man deeply perturbed by something!

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

She follows his gaze to see the guards outside have left their post.

"Something's wrong," she tells her comrades. "The guards are gone."

To the man she says, "Calm down, sir. I am Lawmaster Malora, and through me the stability and peace of the Master of the First Vault will protect you. I will allow nothing untoward to happen here."

Diplomacy to calm him down: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

"Tell me, what is wrong?"

Elemenar tries to help calm the man down as well. "Master Zefiro, rest assured that we have all of the applicable permissions to be here visiting you."

Aid Another(Diplomacy): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

Is my Fire Jet supernatural under the same restrictions as spell casting?

Hearing Malora mention the missing guards, Doran grabs the hilt of his sword and prepares to draw it at a moment's notice.

is there a place we can defend? I don't like this at all...

Vexin does not get a reply he likes when his request for private audience is denied. He looks around just as Malora speaks.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

"Good catch, Malora."

After a brief moment of analyzing the entrances and exits he tries to help calm down the man.

Sense Motive (Aid): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17

"Look, the Society is reliable. We can help of you speak to us. Quickly." the halfling does his best to convey the urgency of their situation if something is amiss.

"Hmm. The lawmaster's correct. They seem to have abandoned their post." Mindartis sees Doran grab the hilt of his sword and follows suit.

He then turns to Zefiro. "Please, Master Zefiro. Tell us whatever is bothering you and we will do everything we can to aid you."

Aid Another, Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

"Master Zefiro, know that we are going to take care of you- but in order to do that we need more information"

Diplomacy, Aid Another: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Hearing Malora call out, Ischell looks about the gallery to confirm her observations. Dude, this isn't good . He doubles his efforts trying to identify potentially defendable positions from within the gallery- including chokepoints or locking doors. There has to be something we can do to get out of this

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (12) - 1 = 11

Taking a few seconds, Ischell exchanges the sap in his hand for the morningstar on his belt. He glances around the museum, hopeful to find a relic or weapon he could use in in place of the small morningstar. I would feel so much better with a pole arm he muses to himself has he goes about his tasks.

perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2

"Tell me, what is wrong?"

As a group you all manage to calm Zefiro down enough to at least have him tell you what's wrong. "What's the problem? I'll tell you what the problem is. My friend Mireille is in danger of being "disappeared" by the Order of the Rack. Mireille is a valuable historical asset. I need your help to secure Mireille's safety. She needs help, and I need you to help her. I'm not going to help you until you help her." Zefiro pauses to take a deep breath. "Why is she in trouble, you ask? Well, she is spreading the truth. The unrevised history about Cheliax's past, and those guards on the corner were watching me hoping I would lead them to her. They haven't abandoned their post, the probably got a good tip on her location and left to go and see if she is there. Help her, please. If you do, I have some items here at the museum that might prove helpful to you all."

Ischell stops his search and draws back closer to the main group.

"Truth is a rare commodity around here... but Dude, you need to tells us how to help! If you could, like, lead us to her. Or give us directions. Or something, Man. How do you think they figured it out?

Ischell offers a slight pause, and then bashfully asks

Uhhh. I don't suppose there is any chance you got an old magic glaive or something hanging around in here?

This still feels weird to me Ischell reflects. How would they know where to find her, and why is this guy acting so odd? We need to be careful that he doesn't walk us right into a trap

I, uhh... think its time to be moving on. Like, maybe already gone

"You expect us to stand against an order of Hellknights on one of the first expeditions the Society has in Cheliax?", hisses Vexin, "Why did you let her go openly spreading that information and how to you expect us to help her?"

No, this isn't how we overcome them. It is too risky. We have to do things the right way...

The halfling is distraught as he paces around waiting for the others opinions on the matter. He thinks there is no way they go along with it either and on this he painfully agrees.

"Diappeared? As in, unlawfully abducted?!" Lawmaster Malora exclaims. "Why this is an affront to law and order! Those who use the law as an excuse to commit crimes are no better than thieves and brigands!"

Remembering how important their diplomatic mission was, Malora pauses and seems to be deep in thought.

"We promised to compose ourselves in a manner befitting diplomats..." she muses aloud.

Malora is clearly VERY torn...

"Were charges properly levied against Mirielle for her supposed crimes?" she asks Zefiro seriously.

Elemenar rolls his eyes. You've got to be kidding me. Not again. He recalls how he just recently came back from a different Pathfinder Society mission to recover a kidnapped daughter who was spreading political dissension. But he keeps the thoughts to himself and steps up to help Zefiro.

"Vexin, we don't have to stand against them. Zefiro here is just asking us to ensure his friend stays safe. If we can find her and escort her back here before the guards find her then all is good."

I have been through this before...not again! Where is she, man. Quickly....and these items...get them. The faster we set out, the better...

"You will help? Good! Thank you! Thank you!" He heads over to a nearby shelf and hands over two items, a scroll and a rod. "This" he says, pointing to the scroll - old and brittle with age - " is a Destined Acolyte's Scroll. When activated, it applies to Bless and Consecrate in a large radius. What makes this so great is that when in the presence of the undead, consecrate can be ended and it applies Holy to all weapons wielded. At least, I think it does, I'm not completely sure. The rod, on the other hand, allows a caster to cast spells as non-lethal damage, a couple of times per day."

"Now, hurry off to the Fox Den. Tell the doorkeeper that I sent you, he will let you in. You can't miss Mireille. She has long chestnut colored hair, and generally dresses in clothes that match her hair. Time is of the essence, if you have any questions, ask them quickly." As he talks, Zefiro jots down directions to the Fox Den on a scrap of paper and gives it to you.

Elemenar taks the rod and the scroll. "We were told, when we were getting off our ship, that using too strong of magic here comes with a stiff penalty. Are these strong enough to violate the law?"

Got it...Malora, you know what to do with the scroll. Elemenar...looks like the rod is yours to use. Let's go...time is wasting... Doran says as he checks the grip on his shield and grabs the directions and sets off.

Malora accepts the scroll with gravitas, the follows the others grimly, still unsure about this mission... It would be a difficult line to toe...

Knowing time is of the essence, Lawmaster Malora hurries her pace.

"He is right. We need to make it there before anyone else does." Vexin says while keeping pace with Doran.

Zefiro, will you be safe here?

As everyone scurries around, Ischell attempts to find a moment he can grab peoples attention.

Does this, like... feel a little off? I mean, uh, we just met this dude and don't really know him. What if we are walking into a trap? I am all about protecting people who need the protection- but not so much blindly sticking my nose into something where I don't know what side I am supporting

Malora nods, clearly worried about this whole situation.

"It is far from out original mission parameters..." she admits.

"We can't stand by as innocents are illegally abducted. Let us check on Mirielle. Then we can judge our place in this debacle."

"I agree with you two. Seems like there's danger here. But Malora, you have the right idea. Let's get to Mirielle first." He turns back to Zefiro. "You didn't answer my question. Can we use this magic in the city without breaking the law?"

"I agree with you two. Seems like there's danger here. But Malora, you have the right idea. Let's get to Mirielle first." He turns back to Zefiro. "You didn't answer my question. Can we use this magic in the city without breaking the law?"

"Have you registered at the Estorium? Yes, then you can. If not, you might want to go there and get registered."

"No, I haven't registered. How far away is that? I feel like we don't have time now."

"At this point, I don't see much choice. We are really stuck, man. We are just going to have to suck it up and get on with it. Hopefully Dude here isn't leading us into a hornets nest..."

Ischell is ready to leave with the party to follow the provided directions. Did Zefiro ever say if he perceives the museum to be a safe for him?

"Agreed, lawmaster. Then we shall move with haste. Quickly now!" He follows his comrades.

"No, I haven't registered. How far away is that? I feel like we don't have time now."

Did you not pay on board the ship? That's when/where you would have registered.

Ischell is ready to leave with the party to follow the provided directions. Did Zefiro ever say if he perceives the museum to be a safe for him?

Zefiro doesn't care about himself, only that his friend is safe.

"I don't want to know where you are going to take her, if I am arrested, I don't want to be able to give myself, or her, away! Now, hurry up and leave! Go and make sure she is safe!"

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++THE FOX DEN++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The smell of raw fish, stale sweat, and old booze permeates this section of the West Drenches. Broken pathways are slick with mud where they aren’t simply flooded. Small wooden buildings are built around narrow canals brimming with dark water that flows swiftly out to sea. Sounds of a busy business district quiet intermittently, at which time the groaning boats and boisterous sailors in the nearby port are just loud enough to hear.

The Fox Den is a modest-sized building with boarded windows and a badly faded sign that depicts a fox hiding behind its own bushy tail. There’s a small stained glass window set into the front door with a patch of fogged white glass that provides the hostess, Velia, with a view of the cluttered front step. The door opens, just wide enough so that Velia and you can see each other. She looks at you "Can I help you?"