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Silver Crusade

Male Tengu Occultist (Reliquarian) 1 (AC16/T13/FF13--HP9/9--Fort +3/Ref+4/Will+5--Init +5/Per+7/LLV--Conditions (Focus Transmutation 3; +2 STR)

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Accidentally joined with a core character. Could you please remove Sir Ninn from the campaign? This is the correct character.

Dark Archive

Male Aasimar Alchemist (Metamorph)/1|HP 6/13|AC 17, FF 14, Touch 13|CMD 16|Init +5|Perception +5|Fort: +4; Ref: +5; Will: +2

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Ready. Profile and stat line should be up to date.

Dark Archive

Female Half-elf Bloodrager (Urban) 1 | HP: 13/13 | AC:16 T:14 FF:12 | CMB:+1 CMD:15 | Saves F:+4 R:+4 W:+0(+2) | Init:+6 | Per:+6(LL) | Speed:40ft Bloodrage: 4/6

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Grand Lodge

Human Sorcerer 1 (HP: 8/8 | AC:13 T:13 FF:10 | CMB:+0 CMD:13 | Saves F:+1 R:+2 W:+3: +2 vs. fear | Init:+2 | Per:+3 | Speed 30ft)

Seoni checking in!

Scarab Sages

Male Human Bard 3 (HP: 18/18) (AC:17 FF:15 T:12) (Fort: +2 Ref: +6 Will: +4) (Init: +2) (Perc: +6) (Performance 9/12)

"Uh, hello. Am I late?"

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Ok, let's get started!

You have been stationed at the Grand Lodge in Absalom, awaiting assignment for a mission of utmost importance. Things finally seemed in motion when Venture-Captain Drandle Dreng sent out a summons for available agents. Specialized in the history of Absalom, Dreng is known for putting off-duty agents to work on sundry tasks when he finds them resting within the city’s limits.

You come to the meeting place, which is an odd choice of venue, as it is a street corner far from the Grand Lodge. The rain is falling in a constant dreary drizzle, and you see 5 other Pathfinders waiting at the corner. But you don't see Drandle Dreng. In fact, you don't see much human traffic, what with the miserable rain.

Please start by introducing yourself to each other in character. Or not, if that's what your character would do. :)

Silver Crusade

Male Tengu Occultist (Reliquarian) 1 (AC16/T13/FF13--HP9/9--Fort +3/Ref+4/Will+5--Init +5/Per+7/LLV--Conditions (Focus Transmutation 3; +2 STR)

A wet crow-like humanoid comes forward. His dark-blue feathers shining under the rain and the strange light of the street. Quickly you recognize a Tengu.

"Greetings fellow Pathfinders" he says with a cheerful voice, despite the weather. "It's an honor to be with you today, my name is Zen Shu" he adds while bowing his head in an Oriental salute. "I'm an expert at locks and history, as well as a loyal servitor to Abadar, may his blessing be upon you."

You can see that he's wearing an old belt marked with runes and with a golden key as brooch, and around his neck a small wooden chest with a silver lock.

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Tagir clasps Zen Shu by the shoulder and shakes his hand, "Well met, friend. Tagir's the name, but my friends call me Sand--for the color of my hair, and for . . . other reasons," he glances and the ladies, then winks back at Zen Shu.

Dark Archive

Female Half-elf Bloodrager (Urban) 1 | HP: 13/13 | AC:16 T:14 FF:12 | CMB:+1 CMD:15 | Saves F:+4 R:+4 W:+0(+2) | Init:+6 | Per:+6(LL) | Speed:40ft Bloodrage: 4/6

A shorter figure bows her head in response to the greeting, a cloak wrapped tightly around their body in an effort to protect what hides beneath from the gloomy weather of the day. Two thick tails of plaited black hair fall about either side of her face, the rest blending into the dark fur of her hood. Aside from the exotic spear that looms over one shoulder, perhaps taller than she and ending in two curved intersecting blades, her clothing is relatively unassuming.

"It is an honor also, Zen Shu, Tagir, and a pleasure to meet with you all," she says coolly. "My name is Maya. I do hope we can get along."

Pale lilac eyes survey the rest of the group, the slightest hint of a smile tugging at her lips.

Grand Lodge

Human Sorcerer 1 (HP: 8/8 | AC:13 T:13 FF:10 | CMB:+0 CMD:13 | Saves F:+1 R:+2 W:+3: +2 vs. fear | Init:+2 | Per:+3 | Speed 30ft)

A stunning young woman marked with elaborate tattoos crisscrossing her body approaches. She stares at the group then speaks "Greetings, my name is Seoni. Is everyone here yet?"

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"Maya. Seoni," Tagir recites each syllable slowly, sonorously, "Such beautiful . . . names. Maya, what is your secret? I've never seen such thick, luxuriant hair before. And Seoni must be an enchantress; there is definitely magic in your eyes."

Dark Archive

Female Half-elf Bloodrager (Urban) 1 | HP: 13/13 | AC:16 T:14 FF:12 | CMB:+1 CMD:15 | Saves F:+4 R:+4 W:+0(+2) | Init:+6 | Per:+6(LL) | Speed:40ft Bloodrage: 4/6

Maya bows her head in greeting once more as Seoni introduces herself, speaking softly in answer of her question after pulling her hood a little further over her head. "Welcome, Seoni. I do not believe so. The summon called for us to meet here, but it would appear Venture-Captain Dreng is... preoccupied, perhaps."

Her eyes then flick to meet Tagir's, smile widening slightly. "There is no such secret to speak of, but I am grateful for your compliments." Laughter trickles into her voice as she continues playfully, "And what of you, Sir Sand? Care to enlighten me as to what these other reasons may be?"

Silver Crusade

Male Tengu Occultist (Reliquarian) 1 (AC16/T13/FF13--HP9/9--Fort +3/Ref+4/Will+5--Init +5/Per+7/LLV--Conditions (Focus Transmutation 3; +2 STR)

Zen Shu waits quietly in the corner, looking for the last Pathfinders and a potential Dreng, while listening to the little menage of the humans. His eyes seem amused.

This is going to be fun. There is spirit in here, a good one I think. Let's hope we can keep it when we will be facing dangers.

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"It would be a pleasure to show you," Tagir says, wrapping his arm around Maya's waist and pulling her body tight against his own, "but we only just met. Perhaps we should get to know each other better."

Tagir spins Maya away in a pirouette, "What brought you to the Pathfinder Society?"

Dark Archive

Female Half-elf Bloodrager (Urban) 1 | HP: 13/13 | AC:16 T:14 FF:12 | CMB:+1 CMD:15 | Saves F:+4 R:+4 W:+0(+2) | Init:+6 | Per:+6(LL) | Speed:40ft Bloodrage: 4/6

"I'll consider it," Maya replies, gently withdrawing herself from Tagir's grasp. "The getting to know each other better part, that is," she adds with a small grin, quickly hiding the expression behind her previous composure.

"To answer your question however; a desire for adventure, further study of the arcane arts, and of course the betterment of the Society and Golarion as a whole. May I perhaps return the question upon you?"

She smiles curiously at Tagir, before casting a glance over at Zen Shu and Seoni and possibly Iddo too! as if to open the question up for them to answer as well.

Scarab Sages

Male Human Bard 3 (HP: 18/18) (AC:17 FF:15 T:12) (Fort: +2 Ref: +6 Will: +4) (Init: +2) (Perc: +6) (Performance 9/12)

It takes a few moments for Iddo to realize Maya is waiting for him to answer. The young human has been staring at a wall until now, seemingly lost in thoughts, but when his eyes meet Maya's gaze he turns to face the party.

"My professors at the Kitharodian Academy said I'm better off doing something with my skills rather than sitting on my bum being a scholar, so I joined the Society. I'm searching for interesting stories to tell my family at home, and while adventuring I should find plenty of never-before told tales."

The boy turns back towards his wall and, still facing it, adds, "I forgot to introduce myself again, didn't I? My name is Iddo Blackstone of Karakuru. I'm a storyteller."

Dark Archive

Male Aasimar Alchemist (Metamorph)/1|HP 6/13|AC 17, FF 14, Touch 13|CMD 16|Init +5|Perception +5|Fort: +4; Ref: +5; Will: +2

Honestly, I came for the money to pay for my studies, but I find the adventure very good exercise.

The words belong to a man of average height with immaculately kept blond hair and eyes the color of marble statues, with a stark lack of pupils or irises to mar the perfectly white orbs. Under his cloak he wears a set of clothes that would look more appropriate on a monk than an adventurer, a pendant made in the shape of an open-palmed blue hand hangs from his sash, and a morningstar hangs from his right hip. He also carries a backpack that appears to

The name is Yuvonesom, and my skills revolve around alchemy and physical combat, though don't expect me to be making a plethora of concoctions or throwing dangerous explosives like those other alchemists, he says with a chuckle that ends in a wracking cough that goes on for a few seconds before he regains his composure and offers his hand to the group. I'm not contagious, I swear.

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Yuvonesom, could you update your character and player details in the maps and handouts link? Thanks!

After standing in the dreary rain for close to an hour (which does its utmost to flatten the most luxuriant of hair), and feeling quite miserable, you see a lone beggar garbed in baggy robes approaching form round a corner. The only figure visible in the constant drizzle, the beggar sticks out his hands to you for currency.

“Have you any coin to spare, fine folk?”

The question hangs in the air for only a scant moment before the figure pulls back his hood to reveal the wizened face of Venture-Captain Drandle Dreng. He gives a crooked smile, soaked head to toe from his unprotected time in the rain. His clothes smell faintly of cabbage.

“Sorry about that,” he says with a wink. “I always like to play a little joke on agents when I stumble across them during my jaunts into town. Now, why did I summon you fine folk here again…?” Dreng shakes his head from side to side, as though trying to knock water out of his ears, despite the constant downpour.

“Ah yes, the Wounded Wisp! I’m undercover now and can’t stray far from the site I’m watching, but I need someone to retrieve a package for me from that fine establishment. It’s among Absalom’s most storied taverns, you see, and one that holds a special place of privilege in the Society’s lore as the place where the organization began. Well, I could drone on and on about it, but standing out in the rain is doing none of us any favors.” As if anticipating agreement, the bedraggled venture captain produces a small slip of folded paper from one of his many stitched pockets. Dreng quickly shows a glimpse of the page’s contents: a map detailing the location of the Wounded Wisp bar.

“The bartender is a woman by the name of Heryn Gale, a fine lady who came to own the Wisp after the passing of her father from — oh, bah, it’s really getting too cold for me to give a proper history lesson! If you could just go to the Wisp, and tell Heryn you’re there to pick up my parcel, it would be most appreciated. I’ll be around here for several more hours at least.”

History DC 10:

The Wounded Wisp was a bar once frequented by the original members of the Pathfinder Society before the Society was even formed. Inside the Wisp, acquaintances would share stories about their adventurous exploits with one another.

History DC 15:

Many volumes of the Pathfinder Chronicles came together under the Wisp’s roof. Famous Pathfinders like Eando Kline and the Seeker Osprey often stopped by for a drink while they relaxed in Absalom between assignments. Though not officially affiliated with the Society, the bar maintains good relations with Pathfinders, offering discounts and prompt service. The owners have always kept themselves and the Wisp afloat through the generosity of Society agents who spend coin at the establishment.

History DC 20:

Selmius Foster was one of the founding members of the Pathfinder Society, known to have frequented the Wisp often and occasionally taken up residence in a spare room between his travels. His celebrated exploits first appeared in Volume 1 of the Pathfinder Chronicles.

History DC 25:

Following the death of Selmius Foster on the island of Bhopan, his assistant Adolphus made several donations to maintain one of his mentor’s favorite sites. The exact arrangement between Adolphus and the owners of the Wisp was never disclosed, but it is said that some of this gold came from the same fortune that Adolphus used to found the Pathfinder lodge in Quantium.

Please make history checks for the above to uncover them. Remember you can make knowledge checks untrained for DC10, but not higher. Please note that the current year is 4716. Go ahead and to ask Dreng questions if you have any. And you can refer to the maps and handout page for a map of Absalom, and a picture of the beloved Venture Captain Dreng.

Dark Archive

Male Aasimar Alchemist (Metamorph)/1|HP 6/13|AC 17, FF 14, Touch 13|CMD 16|Init +5|Perception +5|Fort: +4; Ref: +5; Will: +2

Sure thing. Sorry, I hadn't checked the link yet and didn't see you had a nifty sheet!

History, DC 10 only: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Yuvonesom refrains from bowing, unsure if the gesture would give away the Venture Captains position as anything other than a beggar, but still asks, What is it we are retrieving for you? And will you be here again to pick up your parcel, or should we meet you elsewhere?

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"Ah ... um, no, no, top secret for now. You'll know when Heryn passes it to you," Dreng replies evasively. "I'll be here for maybe a few more hours. If not, I'll be back at the Grand Lodge."

Silver Crusade

Male Tengu Occultist (Reliquarian) 1 (AC16/T13/FF13--HP9/9--Fort +3/Ref+4/Will+5--Init +5/Per+7/LLV--Conditions (Focus Transmutation 3; +2 STR)

Zen Shu waits patienly for his companions to answer Maya's question, and seems favorable to the answers of Yuvonesom and Iddo. "This is good my friends, the will to be proactive, to realize your goals, is Abadar's way. It is the will of the people who make the Society thrives. In general, and for the Pathfinders. As for me Mayu, I am a curious Tengu, a former burglar, and a passionate historian, who would like a perfect world where each one of us can have an opportunity to do better, to be better."

Then, realizing the presence of the Venture-Captain, he asks him "Six of us for a delivery? Should we be prepared for trouble?"

Knowledge History: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

"It will be an honor to walk in the path of such great explorers like Eando Kline or Selmius Foster, as well as to visit the Wounded Wisp. We are going to an historical place my friends!" he adds.

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"Trouble? What trouble? Who said anything about trouble? Young kids ... uh ... birds, nowadays, just let their imagination run away with them. Tsk tsk..." With his face all covered with facial hair, the drenching rain, and his likely-alcohol induced flush on his face, it is hard to tell if he's serious or otherwise.

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Tagir flashes an enormous grin and slaps Zen on the back, "If it's trouble you seek, I know the perfect place for it." And the perfect women for it, too.

"And I'm sure a little celebration is in order once we complete this mission," although speaking to Zen, Tagir winks at Maya, "And I can't think of anybody I'd rather celebrate with."

Grand Lodge

Human Sorcerer 1 (HP: 8/8 | AC:13 T:13 FF:10 | CMB:+0 CMD:13 | Saves F:+1 R:+2 W:+3: +2 vs. fear | Init:+2 | Per:+3 | Speed 30ft)

Seoni maintains her composure upon being beset by first one of her companions, and now the venture captain Dreng. She eyes the Venture captain and his getup critically before speaking "Why are you dressed in such a manner? Surely one can achieve the same effect with some minor magics." She brushes some water off her hood and hair and exhales "What can you tell us about the Wounded Wisp and what exactly is this parcel you speak of?"

Dark Archive

Female Half-elf Bloodrager (Urban) 1 | HP: 13/13 | AC:16 T:14 FF:12 | CMB:+1 CMD:15 | Saves F:+4 R:+4 W:+0(+2) | Init:+6 | Per:+6(LL) | Speed:40ft Bloodrage: 4/6

Maya refrains from giggling aloud at Iddo's wall-staring, masking her amusement with a small smile instead. What a peculiar person, though stories do sound intriguing...

She watches the others quietly, attempting to hide her curiosity about Yuvonesom's eyes and mention of alchemy, but otherwise content with his and Zen Shu's answers. When Dreng reveals himself, she observes the following exchange in attentive silence, her stillness only broken occasionally to brush slick strands of wet hair out of her face and shoot Tagir a quick smirk.

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Seoni the Sorceress wrote:
"Why are you dressed in such a manner? Surely one can achieve the same effect with some minor magics." She brushes some water off her hood and hair and exhales "What can you tell us about the Wounded Wisp and what exactly is this parcel you speak of?"

"Hmmph! Magic. The arrogance of it!" He wrinkles his nose and snorts in contempt. "Young lady, magic is but a tool. Rely it on too much and you'll find it a crutch one day!" Getting irritated, he waves you off. "You'll know what the package is when Heryn passes it you. Be on your way!"

All of you have heard of the Wounded Wisp at some point, even in your early career as a Pathfinder, as it is a favourite haunt. It is located in the Foreign Quarter district of Absalom, close to the grounds of the Grand Lodge, and you have no difficulty finding the establishment with the map Dreng provided.

Built from dark, discolored wood, the exterior of the Wounded Wisp is the image of an iconic dive bar. Stained and barred windows obscure direct vision into the establishment, though ruddy yellow light bleeds from a window in the front hall, which appears warmly welcoming for those standing outside in the freezing rain. The only distinguishing feature on the Wisp’s exterior is a thick wooden sign hanging from above the bar’s entrance. A brass ring fitted onto the sign anchors a lantern — referred to by the staff as “the wisp” — that hangs there during the evening hours, though it is obviously unlit now.

Refer to maps and handouts for the layout of the place and some of its inhabitants currently.

You enter via a long wooden hallway, heading north into the building itself. The walls are covered in numerous decorations and trophies left by successful Pathfinders who’ve donated minor paraphernalia to the bar. Immediately in front of you is a large closet contains various coat racks and shelves for patrons to place any equipment they don’t want to lug with them. A pimply teenage boy works here, but he is mostly daydreaming and hardly pays any attention to the party that has come in.

The smell of smoke and spilled ale assails the senses as you enter the main hall. Walls of dark-stained wood make up the sides of the Wounded Wisp, while well-used wooden tables are spread throughout the space. A raised area in the back of the establishment houses several additional tables and eating areas for groups seeking more than just a good drink. An austere bar supported by kegs instead of wooden panels commands the northern end of the room. A stained-glass cabinet stands behind the bar, its dark panes cracked in several spots, yet not so opaque as to conceal the several dozen types of hard liquor within. The noon-meal crowd has started to gather, and you hear various snippets of conversations in the air.

"Have you heard? Sir Reinhart of Kenabres, a Mendevian crusader who just arrived from the north, plans on attempting the Test of the Starstone today! Looks like the Shrine would need another alcove soon! Bwahahaha!" This comes from a pair of half-orcs at the back of the room.

"Have I told you the tale of the fabled Yasmin bint Faroud, favoured of the Ten? She sacrificed her life distracting Zythrustianax, draconic scourge of the Society, so dozens of junior agents could survive. Her act of benevolence is the epitome of cooperation within the Society." This comes from a female halfling seated near the front, with an audience around her.

You see a middle-aged woman standing behind the bar, slightly frazzled, but with a commanding presence nonetheless. She coordinates her various wait staff as a conductor manages an orchestra, whilst preparing the drinks for the customers. She spots your group entering and firmly exclaims, "Welcome, travellers to the Wounded Wisp. You have the look of new Pathfinders, I see. Come, come, take a seat and rest your feet! First round on the house for new initiates!"

At a nearby table, the female halfling is regaling a group of young adventurers with tales of past Pathfinders. "Oh, what she did was simply amazing! Yasmin transform herself into the form of a giant earth elemental to bar the way of the dragon! She stood in its path as it breath fire again and again her way, buying time for the junior agents to flee below ground. Alas, Yasmin eventually fell, her earthern form unable to take the repeated fiery blasts. But her name and deeds live on. The next time you're at the Wall of Names, go look for her. And take a minute or two to remember her great deeds. A Pathfinder may pass, but their stories are immemorial!"

A pair of half-orcs, male and female, sitting at the back of the main hall catches your attention, only because their boisterous laughter overwhelms everything else in the tavern. They appear to be playing the traditional half-orc game of drinking each other under the table, and it looks like they have only just started.

A bespectacled man with thinning hair dressed in scholarly robes is sitting at the corner on the raised platform studying a large tome opened in front of him. He looks up to take a break, and glances at each of your party carefully in turn with curiosity, but he eventually returns to his book.

A middle-aged Keleshite man in blue robes and head wrappings sits near the bar, drinking by himself. A holy symbol of the goddess Sarenrae hangs about his neck. He clearly spots Zen Shu's symbol of Abadar hanging about his. He pauses briefly, then gestures towards the empty seats about him. "I see you're a holy servant of the gods! New Pathfinders? You're welcomed to join me. You and your companions, if they so desire. If you don't mind entertaining an aging Pathfinder past his prime, that is. Let us speak of gods and their teachings, Pathfinders and their history, and dangers we face on the road."

Feel free to mingle around.

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Tagir walks straight to the bar, "Would that offer include Oldlaw Whiskey? What could make a more auspicious start for Pathfinders on their first mission, than their first taste of the finest drink on Golarion!"

Silver Crusade

Male Tengu Occultist (Reliquarian) 1 (AC16/T13/FF13--HP9/9--Fort +3/Ref+4/Will+5--Init +5/Per+7/LLV--Conditions (Focus Transmutation 3; +2 STR)

Zen Shu seems to his group like a children lost in a candy store. He quickly falls behind the line, looking at each walls with strange noises of admiration: "Oh by the holy lock, the shield of Drumbar Redaxe... And that, that is probably the last finger of Daryl Three-Hands!!! This place is so..." as he goes on fascinated.

He nods to the housekeeper, and asks "By any chance, do you have any saké or Tien alcohol? Otherwise, a red wine will be fine for me, thank you very much for your hospitality."

After hearing the exclamation of the middle-aged man, he says to the group "Maybe it is time to split up in the tavern? I'm confident that our friend Tagir can handle the bar! We got a great opportunity to learn more about our organization. It'll be stupid to waste that. I'll be with this man if you need me... " pointing his claw at the old Pathfinder.

He thens approaches the man, making a reverent bow: "Greetings to you, devotee of the Dawnflower. My name is Zen Shu, and I am indeed a faithful servant of Abadar. It'll be my pleasure to share a sit with you and your stories."

Scarab Sages

Male Human Bard 3 (HP: 18/18) (AC:17 FF:15 T:12) (Fort: +2 Ref: +6 Will: +4) (Init: +2) (Perc: +6) (Performance 9/12)

Iddo strides into the bar clumsily, taking in the homely feeling of the place, glaring at tables and wall decorations and wondering what secrets this old place might hold. His eyes widen and a grins sneaks up his face when he spots the storytelling halfling. Iddo walks closer, then stops and hesitates.

My god bless me, this is the fabled Janira Gavix! A source of inspiration for all young bards. The eldest of seven siblings, if I recall correctly, yet still a bright and cheerful woman. And what am I? The only son of my parents, all of their funds have went into raising me, and I'm not a fraction of what Janira is. Maybe my fate just doesn't hold this much for me...

Iddo snaps back, realizing he has spent the last minute or so staring blankly into Gavix's face. He smiles in embarrassment, takes off his simple green hat and sits next to Janira.

"Excuse me, Ms. Gavix, could you please tell me the tale of Durvin Gest? His deeds are an inspiration to me."

Dark Archive

Female Half-elf Bloodrager (Urban) 1 | HP: 13/13 | AC:16 T:14 FF:12 | CMB:+1 CMD:15 | Saves F:+4 R:+4 W:+0(+2) | Init:+6 | Per:+6(LL) | Speed:40ft Bloodrage: 4/6

Maya follows the group closely, pausing at the building's entrance to peek up at its exterior and allow her companions to enter. Her gaze catches on the lantern as she smiles to herself, recalling stories she had heard of the place. That partially explains the Wisp. I wonder where the Wounded comes into it.

Upon shuffling indoors, she pulls down her hood to reveal a head of lengthy black hair, much of it made sleek by the constant drizzle outside. It was nice to be out of the cold. She watches Tagir move confidently in the direction of the bar, internally questioning his laid-back demeanor and trying to allow the cheery music and laughter of the hall to soften her own mood. I'm sure this task isn't particularly urgent after all, although Dreng did appear to be a little... impatient, perhaps. But to gather this many for the collection of a simple parcel, maybe this was merely an excuse to get us to familiarize ourselves with one another...

She sighs lightly under her breath, eyes flicking curiously to Zen Shu at the mention of Tien beverages. His suggestion to mingle was definitely a good one, and she nods in quiet agreement. But where to begin? As interested as she was in learning about the Tengu's attachment to Abadar and drinks from the Dragon Empires, she had never been personally drawn to the topic of religion. Nor was she fond of ale or whiskey, and becoming inebriated around strangers was one of the last things she wanted to do.

Maya glances awkwardly at the remaining two figures, continuing to fidget idly with her hands. Eventually her gaze drifts to the bespectacled man off to one side, her curiosity piqued by the tome in front of him. There's no harm in asking, I suppose. Worst case I'll simply join Iddo and listen to a story or two about this renowned Durvin Gest.

She approaches slowly, stopping beside the table in question and speaking softly, just loud enough to be heard over the chatter and din of the tavern. "Sorry to disturb you, sir. Would you mind if I inquired as to what exactly it is you are studying?"

Grand Lodge

Human Sorcerer 1 (HP: 8/8 | AC:13 T:13 FF:10 | CMB:+0 CMD:13 | Saves F:+1 R:+2 W:+3: +2 vs. fear | Init:+2 | Per:+3 | Speed 30ft)

Seoni joins the half-orcs at their table, with 3 mugs of ale in hand and slams them on the table. "Greetings comrades! I must say your table is the liveliest in this place! Don't mind if I join for a drink...or 3?"

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Tagir wrote:
"Would that offer include Oldlaw Whiskey? What could make a more auspicious start for Pathfinders on their first mission, than their first taste of the finest drink on Golarion!"

"My, my, someone knows his alcohol. Oh yes, nothing finer than that. I might even regret making that offer." The bartender grins cheekily at Tagir, while she prepares his drink. She places it in front of Tagir. "Out on your first mission is it? Well, let this be the blessing from the Wounded Wisp. I'm Heryn Gale, proud owner of this historic joint. I am sure I would be seeing more of you in the years ahead."

Zen Shu wrote:
""Greetings to you, devotee of the Dawnflower. My name is Zen Shu, and I am indeed a faithful servant of Abadar. It'll be my pleasure to share a sit with you and your stories."

"Come, Master Zen Shu, please take a seat. If you not mind spending your time to entertain an aging and over-the-hill Pathfinder, you are more than welcomed," he says with a self-depreciating smile. As a Tengu, Zen Shu is less familiar with the looks of humans but he is certain that the Sarenrae priest is only middle-aged. "My name is Aram bin Kaleel, humble servant of the Everlight, but you already know that. I am curious, if you do not mind me asking. Tengus are not usual worshippers of Abadar. How did you come under his fold?"

Iddo wrote:
""Excuse me, Ms. Gavix, could you please tell me the tale of Durvin Gest? His deeds are an inspiration to me."

Janira smiles knowingly with Iddo staring, although she keeps her attention on her audience and her story of Yasmin. She does subtly shifts her chair to open a space for Iddo.

"Hello!" Janira greets Iddo brightly, when he finally builds up the gumption to speak up. "Sure! It's my pleasure. It is important for Pathfinders to remember the stories of our forebears. There are lessons we can gleam from their experiences. And this has kept the history of our Society going for the last 400 hundred years. Oh, by the way, my name is Janira Garvix." She clears her throat and begins. "I am sure everyone has heard of Durvin Gest's famed exploration of the ruins of Lost Azlant far to the west of the Arch of Aroden. Less familiar though is his role in establishing the Grand Lodge itself! In 4323 AR, he explored and catalogued the 31 Siege Castles in the Cairnlands surrounding Absalom. These included the legendary sites of the Spire of Nex, El Raja Key, and the Red Redoubt of Karamoss. In the Spire, for example, he first had to outwit a celestial to gain entrance into the demiplane, Crux of Nex. He had to defeat or outwit countless creatures from various pocket demiplanes: somber githyankis with their silver swords, mercurial gathlains who turn on a hat. Literally, sometimes! The Wealth he attained from the plundering of these ruins helps fund the fledgling Pathfinder Society and the construction of the Grand Lodge. Without him, we wouldn't be here!" Janira clearly is excited about sharing the story. Or any story, it seems.

Maya wrote:
"Sorry to disturb you, sir. Would you mind if I inquired as to what exactly it is you are studying?"

The man starts, as he looks up, clearly having already lost himself in his book. He pauses for a while, as he absorbs the sight in front of him, and mutters, under his breath but still clearly audible, "My, my, what a sight." He suddenly blushes. "Oh dear, did I say that out loud? You have to pardon this absent-minded scholar. But my, you do have quite luxuriant hair." He pauses, staring at Maya, wondering what she wants. He suddenly speaks up, when one part of his brain catches up with another. "Oh yes, you were asking me about the book. Yes, it's a historical tome. Quite precious. Had it transported all the way from Goka, a journey that took almost a year! It's part of a treatise by Sima Qi'an on the collapse of the Lung Wa empire into the various Successor States. This particular volume on Chu Ye is quite dark, unfortunately. It puts into account how the evil spirits oni, who were hiding unsuspectingly among the human population, discarded their guises and took advantage of the chaos to sieze power in a week of bloody horror. It turned a kingdom famed for its healing gifts into one of cruel pain."

"Oh, but I see you have Tian blood yourself, though interestingly, elven one as well. Which parts of Tian are you from?" He quickly cuts in before Maya has a chance to reply, and holds out his hand. "But oh, where are my manners. I'm Yargos Gill, a historian."

Maya, not to put you in a spot. Just make up something if you are not familiar with the geography of Tian Xia. :)

Seoni wrote:
""Greetings comrades! I must say your table is the liveliest in this place! Don't mind if I join for a drink...or 3?"

As Seoni approaches, she counts approximately 20 tankards of ale on the table, with only one pair empty. Clearly the two half-orcs are just getting ready to start their game. They turn in unison to glare at Seoni when she interrupts and hold that stare for an uncomfortable moment or two. When Seoni doesn't turn away, the two of them suddenly burst out in uproarious laughter. The female half-orc stands up, towering over Seoni, and pats her on her back good-naturedly and roars, "Come, come! Join us! The more the merrier!" The other half-orc counts the number of mugs in Seoni's hand and waves at the bar. "Three? Why not ten! Gale! Another seven flagons for this fiery lady!" Gale looks up from her conversation with Tagir, gives the half-orc a thumbs up, and waves at one of her wait staff to get ready before turning back to Tagir.

While Seoni sits, the female half-orc introduces them. "I'm Shrade, the good-looking one. He's Garl, the dumber one. We're the Boartusk Twins, but clearly not identical! New Pathfinder, yah?" Garl, clearly unoffended, waves at the two of them. "Bah! Talk later. Drink now! Come, come, take one!" He waves Seoni towards one of the flagons, while grabbing one himself. When both Seoni and Shrade have picked up one each, he slams his hand on the table, looking expectedly at Seoni, and in unison, the twins chug back their ale in one gulp.

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Tagir thanks Heryn for the drink and smiles at her, "Patience is a virtue, but who knows," he pauses to slowly remove his coat, "you may be seeing more of me in the hours ahead."

"But business during business hours, Venture-Captain Drandle Dreng sent us to pick up something for him. He is on an undercover mission and needed someone he could trust completely. It's all very hush hush, important Pathfinder stuff. We should probably discuss it more in private . . . Dreng did want to keep it a secret."

Grand Lodge

Human Sorcerer 1 (HP: 8/8 | AC:13 T:13 FF:10 | CMB:+0 CMD:13 | Saves F:+1 R:+2 W:+3: +2 vs. fear | Init:+2 | Per:+3 | Speed 30ft)

Seoni joins in on the boisterous drinking, chugging back the ale "Yea, a relatively new pathfinder. You come here often? Have both of you been pathfinders long?"

Dark Archive

Female Half-elf Bloodrager (Urban) 1 | HP: 13/13 | AC:16 T:14 FF:12 | CMB:+1 CMD:15 | Saves F:+4 R:+4 W:+0(+2) | Init:+6 | Per:+6(LL) | Speed:40ft Bloodrage: 4/6

Haha, no problem. :D

Maya smiles warmly as she takes a seat opposite the scholarly gentleman, listening to his story with great interest. Maybe I should make an effort to hide my hair... she wonders quietly to herself, before quickly brushing away the thought and extending a hand to politely shake his.

"It's a pleasure, Yargos Gill. My name is Maya Xiu." She adds her surname a little hesitantly, the lilac of her eyes drifting to gaze at the text that patterns the tome's pages from across the table. "My father was raised in Minkai, to the east, and served the throne for much of his life. My mother was originally born in Jinin but relocated to the Forest of Spirits bordering Osogen many years ago. She's a wonderful storyteller, and as a result I have heard many similar tales recounting the exploits of unsavory Yokai."

A slight frown crosses Maya's face as Yargos' speech refreshes in her mind one such tale concerning the downfall of Chu Ye that gave her nightmares as a child. "But indeed, Goka is quite the distance from here. I'd love to hear more about what you have learned from this tome of yours, or perhaps we could exchange stories if that would interest you."

Her pleasant smile returns as she looks up at Yargos once more, enjoying the historian's quiet company.

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@ Maya: Now you need to play #1: Silent Tide and #3-06: Song of the Sea Witch with this character. I'd offer, but I've already GMed both in both campaigns.

Dark Archive

Female Half-elf Bloodrager (Urban) 1 | HP: 13/13 | AC:16 T:14 FF:12 | CMB:+1 CMD:15 | Saves F:+4 R:+4 W:+0(+2) | Init:+6 | Per:+6(LL) | Speed:40ft Bloodrage: 4/6

Never heard of it but I'll check it out. The name is a definitely ominous, could be fun. :P

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Let's just say that Yargos has a reputation. In my local group, we like to run those two scenarios back-to-back.

Dark Archive

Male Aasimar Alchemist (Metamorph)/1|HP 6/13|AC 17, FF 14, Touch 13|CMD 16|Init +5|Perception +5|Fort: +4; Ref: +5; Will: +2

My half-orc is definitely not fond of Yargos after the events of Silent Tide...

Yuvonesom is torn between going to the Serenite's table and the table of Yargos Gill, certain that both of them and share some interesting knowledge with him. To buy himself time, he momentarily interupts Tagir's conversation to ask, would it be possible to get a bottle of wine? Something cheap, preferably white, but I don't want to impose.

That out of the way, he finally decides to take himself to Xen Shu and Aram, as the old man at the other table seemed to be more... scattered than he liked. I hope I'm not intruding, may I sit? Assuming he is accepted, he sits at the table and waits for whatever drink the bartender deigns to bring him. My name is Yuvonesom, patron of the alchemical arts.

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Year of Boundless Wonder
Seoni wrote:
"Yea, a relatively new pathfinder. You come here often? Have both of you been pathfinders long?"

Garl releases a loud roof-shaking burp, and thumps Seoni on the shoulder for keeping up with them. Collecting his breath, he replies, "Yeah, for 3 years now. But them captains don't give us much jobs." Shrade cuts in her, "Well, maybe if you stop breaking things just for the fun of it, we would get more!"

Maya wrote:
"But indeed, Goka is quite the distance from here. I'd love to hear more about what you have learned from this tome of yours, or perhaps we could exchange stories if that would interest you."

"Ah, Minkai," Yargos nods and ponders. "Even far out west here, I hear of rumours the increasing chaos in the courts of your father's homeland. Even from the air-tight walls of Kasai, rumours are spreading of the Jade Regent's usurpation of the Chrysanthemum Throne. How much truth there is, I doubt even the courtiers there know." He continues to nod as he recollects what he knows.

"Oh, but I'm sure your father is fine. Let's talk about Goka. Most fascinating, how the citizens won a war without fighting a single battle. As a city-state, it often had to contend with invasions of neighboring larger empires, include that of Empress Yin of Yixing. Her advisors took her on a tour of the the city, hoping to persuade the ruler to censure the free-wheeling city and rule it with an iron fist. Instead, the citizens coordinated together to charm the young Empress to the life of a Gokan. Within a week, she fell in love with the city and gave it a perpetual independence status, to the great consternation of her advisors. Goes to show what diplomacy and charm can do that sometimes even the hardest fought battle can't."

"How about you? I find you Pathfinders are infinitely fascinating, having worked with them on a couple of occasions. As an historian, to see history being shaped right in front of my eyes is an experience I cannot miss. Pray, share with me your stories."

Yuvonesom wrote:
"My name is Yuvonesom, patron of the alchemical arts."

"No, no, of course you're not imposing,[b] Aram welcomes you before Zen Shu has the chance to reply. It is always a pleasure to meet young Pathfinders. For one jaded like me, seeing the hope you young ones bring warms my heart." Again, he laughs in his self-depreciating way. "Master Yuvonesom, do you yourself subscribe to any faith?"

Tagir wrote:
"But business during business hours, Venture-Captain Drandle Dreng sent us to pick up something for him. He is on an undercover mission and needed someone he could trust completely. It's all very hush hush, important Pathfinder stuff. We should probably discuss it more in private . . . Dreng did want to keep it a secret."

Herny frowns here. "He said that? That it is top secret? Hmm, oh well, if that's what he wants." Before Tagir has the chance to clarify, she continues, "Do me favour, child, and gather up your party when they're ready. It'll be easier retrieving the ... uh... package with more hands. No rush though. I'll need to get Julion to take over the bar." At that, she turns around and disappears into the kitchen.

Don't worry about keeping up posting for this weekend for the Americans. Spend the time with your family and friends! :)

Silver Crusade

Male Tengu Occultist (Reliquarian) 1 (AC16/T13/FF13--HP9/9--Fort +3/Ref+4/Will+5--Init +5/Per+7/LLV--Conditions (Focus Transmutation 3; +2 STR)

Zen Shu smiles (well, to best honest humans can't recognize a Tengu smiling, but he smiles!) and push a sit in direction of Yuvonesom, quite happy to see that the man of science he's joining the table of the faithful.

He then says "Master Kaleel, it's an honor. I was caught trying to steal some precious relics of Abadar in a caravan leaving Gota for Absalom. I was offered a choice: prison or a life of service to Abadar. I was always fund of the teachings of the Master of the Law, trying to use them at my advantage. Today I use my curiosity and passion for the shining things and history with my faith to serve my god the best I can. Not as a Cleric, but as something close. And the Society gives me enough adventures for that. And keeps me away from my bad habits! I've always like your faith, and I'm considered an orthodox for a lot of my people, but I firmly believe that the society should give everyone the opportunity to shine. And Abadar is the society, and his word is law. So weh have to start here."

He then listens to Yuvonesom's answer, while looking at all his comrades enjoying the tavern. "Master of Locks, our expert in magic is quite the girl!" he whispers as he sees Seoni keeping up with the two Half-Orcs. He also tries to keep track of Maya's conversation, as he will probably join them afterwards.

Happy thanksgiving to our Americans friends!

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At the word "child", Tagir pivots sideways so that he can see the room and its inhabitants, without completely turning his back on the bartender. This old hag won't be any fun. But look at Seoni, keeping pace with those two!

Tagir walks over to Shrade with two flagons of ale, smacks her ass hard enough to tip a cow, and sets one ale in front of her. He moves around to face her, putting himself between Shrade and Seoni, with his back to the human. "You're sorely mistaken, you are not the pretty one compared to your brother," Tagir winks at Garl, "You're the pretty one compared to this whole bar!"

Tagir lifts his ale to the half-orcs, "A toast! To the Pathfinder Society, for introducing me to such wonderful people!" After touching flagons with the two of them, he steps back to include Seoni in the circle and lifts his ale to her and smiles. "Seoni, this wouldn't be a party without you."

When Shrade responds, Tagir turns his body slightly toward her and rests his weight on his back leg, cocking his hips a little toward her. When Seoni talks, he turns just his head to listen to her. Charm is only the appetizer, Seoni. I can keep serving different dishes until you eat one. Whatever it takes to spread your table.

Dark Archive

Female Half-elf Bloodrager (Urban) 1 | HP: 13/13 | AC:16 T:14 FF:12 | CMB:+1 CMD:15 | Saves F:+4 R:+4 W:+0(+2) | Init:+6 | Per:+6(LL) | Speed:40ft Bloodrage: 4/6

Indeed, Happy Thanksgiving to those across the pond. :)

Maya winces slightly at the mention of her father and Minkai's civil unrest, quickly masking her brief look of discomfort with a halfhearted smile hoping that Yargos was too engrossed in his story to pay it any attention.

"I have heard many great things about Goka," she replies, nodding and speaking more confidently, "though unfortunately, I haven't had the pleasure of visiting the city myself. Its prosperous trade, famed martial and magical tournaments, and of course, wondrous beauty and diversity. Charm is a word commonly associated with the streets and ports of Goka, and I do not doubt its accuracy; or at least, find it difficult to do so if its tales and songs are anything to go by."

Maya pauses to cast a glance towards the commotion going on behind her, stifling a quiet laugh at the sight of Seoni indulging herself in the half-orcs' revelry and Tagir's sudden toast. "As for your request," she continues, facing the historian again this time with a mysterious smirk across her lips, "you have been kind to entertain my curiosity, so I suppose it is only fair I return the favor. The title of Pathfinder, however, has only very recently graced my name, but if you can forgive my inexperience perhaps a recount of my journey here will suffice. In fact, your tome and I are quite similar in that regard."

She smiles more genuinely, stopping to think for a moment before narrating a tale about the kami of the Forest of Spirits, and beginning to recall some of the more exciting stories shared sitting around campfires during the freezing nights of her travels across the Crown of the World.

Grand Lodge

Human Sorcerer 1 (HP: 8/8 | AC:13 T:13 FF:10 | CMB:+0 CMD:13 | Saves F:+1 R:+2 W:+3: +2 vs. fear | Init:+2 | Per:+3 | Speed 30ft)

Sigh...men Seoni pays no heed to Tagir's actions and just chats amicably with the everyone at the table in general.

Dark Archive

Male Aasimar Alchemist (Metamorph)/1|HP 6/13|AC 17, FF 14, Touch 13|CMD 16|Init +5|Perception +5|Fort: +4; Ref: +5; Will: +2

As a matter of fact, I follow the path of The Master of Masters, Yuvonesom affirms while untying and displaying the token he had around his sash. The twine appears to be braided as if it were a length of hair, and the token itself is an open-palmed hand carved from some sort of white stone, while the hand is painted blue. It is actually why I pursue alchemy, as a way to hone my mind and body simultaneously, one discipline feeding into the other.

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Year of Boundless Wonder
Zen Shu wrote:
"I've always like your faith, and I'm considered an orthodox for a lot of my people, but I firmly believe that the society should give everyone the opportunity to shine. And Abadar is the society, and his word is law. So weh have to start here."

Aram nods as he listens to the Tengu's story. "Yes, you're right. The gods do move in curious ways. There are many similarities between your tale and mine. My youth was rather ... wayward as well. It was through the Dawnflower's grace that I did not fall into oblivion and instead pulled myself out. It was when I dedicated my life to her, the goddess of redemption. To show the world that the path of redemption is always there. It is not always easy..." He shakes his head here, as if to clear some unpleasant thoughts. "But oh, please call me Aram. Besides, Kaleel is my father's name." He smiles good-naturedly.

Yuvonesom wrote:
"As a matter of fact, I follow the path of The Master of Masters..."

Aram turns to you curiously. "You are a disciple of Irori? Legends has it that he achieved his divinity through personal mastery. So what do you think of this Sir Reinhart's attempt today to do the same via the Test of the Starstone? Should divinity be granted onto one who simply passed some test? Even on a drunken dare?" He is clearly referring to Cayden Cailean, the Drunken God here. Turning to Zen Shu, he adds, "Or you Master Zen Shu? What do you think?"

Back with Yargos and Maya
Yargos holds his hand up briefly just before Maya starts her story, as he pulls out stack of parchments from his bag beside him, and a quill. Once ready, he signals for Maya to proceeds and he listens intently, taking down copious notes as Maya speaks.

"Fascinating, fascinating," Yargos nods and he re-reads the notes he has taken once Maya is done. [b]"I have not had the chance to travel to Tian Xia. The hengyyokai do sound like most fascinating creatures. Likely related to the kitsune?"

"You Pathfinders lead such interesting lives. Although not one myself, I seemed to be drawn to the happenings of the Society from time to time, and have acquired some knowledge of its history. Perhaps, my dear, you would part of the history that shapes the Society's future one day."

As for the drinking party...
Shrade turns a deeper shade of green at Targir's compliment. "Oh you... Well, for that, you get something from me, too!" She grabs him and plants a wet ale-stench kiss on his lips, while Garl laughs so loud it shakes the roof of the tavern. He then pulls Targir to take a seat as well.

Shrade smirks at Seoni and gives her a wink, and knocks back another flagon of ale with her.

When Targir eventually gets back his bearing, he notices Heryn at the bar, having come out from the kitchen, beckoning to him to gather the party and to follow her.

Dark Archive

Male Aasimar Alchemist (Metamorph)/1|HP 6/13|AC 17, FF 14, Touch 13|CMD 16|Init +5|Perception +5|Fort: +4; Ref: +5; Will: +2

Yuvonesom gives a smile that says he's had this discussion more than a few times in the past, but still enjoys having it, I feel that the ascended cheat themselves by ascending before they have reached the end of their path for perfection, but there is evidence that despite this they can be a force for good in the multiverse, and can pave the way for others to find their path to perfection. So while I don't agree with it, I respect those that have tried and those that have succeeded, for clearly the successes are a cut above.

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