[PFS] #7–06—To Judge a Soul, Part 1: The Lost Legacy (Inactive)

Game Master Psyblade

When Xavilon calls out Ryuu he looks up shocked and bewildered for a moment before anyone can react the elf teleports out of the court, leaving the other guests in a bit of bewilderment state. Later on it becomes clear that Ryuu won't be returning and that he has signed a proxy to take care of the vote for him. The proxy can be seen wandering the terain and upon approaching you learn her name is Mata Mieko

Kun Ling, in order to ensure the drinks don't go to waste, takes both his drink and Ryuu's drink and downs them.

Well, I don't think i am on a position of disturbing the deadthink Jobin while he is fiddling his spiral. And I wonder sometimes why i have such a bad reputation on the church.

Jobin walks toward the lady Shiori with a smile giving the illusion that the sun is actually shining in Jobin.

Well, they will be okay if i have the permission of the family.

"Greeting miss. I am Jobin."

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Lady Shiori? We're going for Mata Mieko to finish with the Mata family.

Xavilon catches Jobin as he goes for lady Shiori. "We should go for Lady Mata, father Jobin."

As he goes towards her, he bows low and speaks with his masked head down. "My apologies for disturbing you, Lady Mata. We are the outsiders you might have heard of. May we intercede with you to have the granted permission to pay our respect to Malash of Hongal's skull. We know that your wisdom will allow you to understand that our motives are pure and respectful. As a token of respect towards the dead, Father Jobin here, priest of the Lady of Graves, is one of ours."

Lady mata regarded Xavilon for a moment and listened to him for a moment before nodding. "I see, I am sure that 9a choice will be made in due time and when it is needed. I will listen to the one who made me his proxy for his choidce and weigh in my opinion as well"

Roll diplomacy DC 15, you can assist

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23

We thank you, Mylady. We only wish to pray and pay respect to the soul of Malash.

1 down, 2 to go, let me know who you go next for

I could swear I rolled a diplo check. Nevermind. Good job, Lukaas! And let's roll, folks!

Satisfied Xavilon thanks Lady Mata and goes back towards the mob to find Lady Shiori, as Jobin suggested earlier.

He bows to speak to her. "Lady Shiori, I heard that you're in mourning. I am sorry to annoy you in this painful time but we are the outsiders you might have heard about. Might we request a bit of your precious time, mylady?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Erlathan strays into the festival and partakes in the entertainment, dangling his chintacles while dancing in the oddest of ways. "Like this, friends!"

Will use an action to attempt to get that bonus you mentioned.

Crones were bad enough, but a crone who spoke only winds and empty words were bad enough. Asuran attempts to try to discern the truth of the old woman's vagueness.

sense motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

I dunno, any time an rpg character is explicitly called out as vague, I figure sense motive's the way to go.

Shiori seemed to be a bit of a lose when she was adressing the pathfinders. "He was a wonderful man and he was right into what he was doing... he will be missed, I am sure about that..." Looking up to Asuran she frowns for a moment. "Tell me, why do you want to access the skull of Malash?"

Erlathan tries to talk to the locals and manages to get some new friends while trying to sweet talk them but doesn't seem to have any succes into getting some more information out of them.

Kung Ling continues drinking and observing. Knowing that he will be of little use in impressing the other two voters, he instead keeps an eye out for threats or anything that might adversely affect the vote.

Lukaas uses the festival as an opportunity to showcase his talents

Perform, String instrument (msw Lute): 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 8 + 2 = 19
Perform, Singing: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Perform, dance: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

Lukaas puts up a show as he pulls out his lute and starts to impress the people watching him, some of the female elves cheer him on, throw him some small presents as a token of appreciation and one of them comes up to him and whispers something in his ear.

The Nagaji stares at her, trying to pierce her weak mammal brain with the intensity of pure reptilian fear mongering. "Why" he rasps in Taldane, "are you hiding the truth about your husband? You play part of grieving widow and speak only wind. We are Pathfinders and we find truths."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

I'm really not sure how to play this.

"I think that we are around a lot of the husband's friends​ and speaking Ill of the dead is irrespectous. " Says Jobin.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21

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The whispering elf turned towards Lukaas and nodded before she seemingly danced away. Meanwhile the others seem to struck a nerve with Shiori. At first she looks a bit distraught but then, when turning her head towards Asuran she seems to contemplate a second before speaking up. "There was a time that I loved Mata Ryuu and I made a vow at a time to kill any who stole his heart..." Falling silent for a moment before continueing "I saw him being with a female Samsaran once, she could best be described as stunning, a beautiful face with hair like black shroud. When I heard Bakten was near enlightenment I decided to uphold my vow and kill the reincarnation of that Samsaran..." She takes of her hat and reveals densely knotted white hair as looks up towards the sky as if she was asking for forgiveness before looking back at Asuran "Promise to keep this between us, and I will vote for you..."

Unless your method to exact vengeance does something to the soul of the person or use undeath. IT is fate for Pharasma, dear.thinks Jobin.

The Priest coughs.
"For the lady, it all depend of the method and the result for the soul.

But tell me, what is the link between Bakten en... This Samartan with long black hair...and the reincarnation of her?
And actually... How are able to track a soul? Do you have a name? "

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Shiori turned to Jobin and gave him a mere shrug. "I have been around a few years and I have followed his reincarnations through the passing of time. I had thought he would still remember all of this but it seems I have made a grave mistake..." And with that she takes her leave of the party

2 done, 1 to go

Kun Ling finds himself another drink while allowing the diplomats to be diplomats.

Well, I am in no position to tell someone how to live his life. But, leave the dead to Pharasma and her servants. You are still alive. Only the goodess know when your time is coming. So live as you wish and not how other would like to. Goodbye and may our fate intersect in a other time.

Jobin leaves and goes to see the last chieftain.

Xavilon stays silent, eyeing the strange attitude of the Daimyo.

Is this a traditional custom in this place? I knew a lot of tien were profoundly attached to their ancestor's honor but not like this!

Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

The last one to meet is Haraka Kasahige, when the pathfinders approaches he bows politely to them. "Ahh honorable ones, how do you find the festivities? Are you enjoying it and trying your skills at some of the events?" at times during his talk you can see he is glancing at the entrance of his family shrine before his eyes drift back to the pathfinders. "Tell me, is there anything I can help you with? stories to share?"

Xavilon bows low and speaks with great respect to the man.

"Most honorable one, we indeed are the outsiders you certainly have heard of. We seek to know more about the being named Malash, or Bakten in our time. Do you recall any stories about your ancestors and him?" asks genuinely the masked half-elf.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Jobin looks around of what he could do in the party.

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Haraka looked at Xavilon for a moment and pondered on the wording before he shook his head "I am sure there might be a better thing to discus, but it seems like you have more pressing matters to attend to? how is your quest going with the other daimyo's?"

Jobin can see people holding discussions, performance shows, telling stories and the occasional fights showcasing their skills

If people want, roll diplo to influence Harake

Xavilon nods. "Both have agreed to give us their votes." he simply states, waiting for someone else to take the lead in the discussion.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

After a lenghty and flirtatious chat with the elf lady, Lukaas comes back to the mission's goal, trying to find the right arguments to convince Haraka

We are trying to show our good will, our respect, despite cultural differences. It's not always easy to find the words. Music, at least, is a more powerful, universal langage.

Haraka looks at Lukaas for a moment and seemingly nods in agreement "Your words hold truth to them, I have seen what dynamics can do to aliances and the likes and it seems that things fray when not pressed upon by someone worthy or strong ernough to encourage it. I an see it within myself where I feel I am letting down others and thus not progressing well eenough for the greater good..." Haraka falls silent for a moment as he contemplates his words and actions of the past, it is clear that there is a lack of confidence with the daimyo

Roll Diplomacy / bluff for the next part

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26

Sometimes we need other to show the way, sometimes all we need is to know ourselves to find the right path. It's a delicate balance. Sometimes you have to give, sometimes you have to accept other's help.

Xavilon nods after Lukass' arguments. "Indeed, as my friends says, balance is a difficult path but not an impossible one."

Diplo (aid Lukaas): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

Sorry about out the delays. I don't know how many posts Paizo ate this week, where I typed up posts and Paizo was back down when I submitted. It was frustrating. Fortuately, I don't impact this part too much on my side.

Kun Ling lifts his cup to Lukaas words, before downing his drink and looking for another.

Even great leader feel this way. The shadow you see, is not the one your ancestor created but that others construct from. They are tales of inspiration for all of us. Concluding our help would say that the present is the more important. As for respecting the dead, That is the most important duty in our church.

take 10: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15

With what was said to Haraka he nods at the pathfinders. "I see and I agree, you make valid points" With that he bows to the pathfinders and continues to mingle.

A mellifluous wind abruptly clears the grotto of all clouds. The elves place themselves around the mirror in the floor, whose surface is reflected in turn within the pool suspended magically overhead. Daimyo Kasashige steps forward and regards those present. "Greetings, I am here to call forward a vote from the outsiders to see the Sorin's Skull... I am asking now for each of your vote... Lady Ishigo Shiori, what is your vote?" with that Lady Ishigo Shiori steps forward and in a clear voice speaks up "They have my vote!" And she then steps back before Haraka speaks up again "Lord Mata Ryuu, what do you say?" Instead of the old man his niece Mata Mieko steps forward and she seems a bit shaken as she speaks "As proxy of of Lord Mata Ryuu, they have the vote of the clan to see the skull!" Finally Haraka speaks up "They have a yes from clan Kasahige! This means we have 3 votes for acces for the skull and the outsiders will be taken there!"

At the moment Haraka makes the statement insults are flown at the different clans and it seems that the enimity between the clans is overflowing Haraka looks aghast at at the scene before him when one of the scions stumble into the mirror He makes the following decree. "I hereby decree that the alliance is disolved!" With that the show before the pathfinders becomes worse and Haraka motions to the pathfinders and guides them to where the skull is located.

Handing them the skull When any of the pathfinders hold the flame close to it the flame burns blue, but moments later it begins to flare and sputter madly, coruscating through the spectrum until it settles on blood red. Within the frantic candle, images appear jagged black pagoda, then the image of a blue-skinned woman, her hair like a black shroud. Her jaws distend and erupt with fangs. Bakten’s face appears, his eyes wide with pain and terror. He falls from view and the candle’s flame winks out.