Orophin Telemnarn |
"Did anyone from your family know these cousins before their arrival? It seems their behaviour is ...unusual.. and probably not best for community relations." notes the singer.
"Are there any limits on how injured you mind them getting in the eviction? I'm sure they wouldn't cry if one of us died, but if we can't keep them all alive and remove them...where that that leave your family.. and us?"
Kerastes |
"I appreciate that you told us everything that happened." Kerastes asks, waiting for her to answer Orophins question.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
Darius Amenta |
"The families don't need unpredictable people like that working for them. It sounds very bad for business."
Amarok Sandstrider |
Amarok keeps a firm eye on their route, ensuring he doesn't get turned around by the two Sczarni gang members. As they come across the Twincandle camp he looks around in awe at the sights and sounds assaulting his sense. The Monk forces himself to remain focused on their guards, breathing deeply.
sense motive: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (20) + 20 = 40
Rallas Linnderil |
We will help you get rid of your pest problem, but if it gets down to life or death, I will not be holding back. Just forewarning you.....
Rallas looks serious as he walks along, observing everything as he passes through the area.
perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18
GM V |
"This behavior is very unusual and its bad for business!" She exclaims. "That's fine sir elf. If they live it might be better than they deserve."
They are being sincere and don't like violence at all unless there is no other option. Do you follow them to the location?
Bom Skjold |
"If your cousins are willing to use poisons, we'll need some antitoxins. And where exactly are you taking us?"
If it's clear that they intend to take us to actual conflict, Bom will use his wand of Shield Companion, Longstrider, and ask someone to cast Mage Armor on his wolf.
Rallas Linnderil |
Before we get there, what do they look like? It might be helpful to know their general appearance in case they try to bolt.
other than that, Rallas is good to go
Bom Skjold |
Bom nods at Orophin's suggestion,
"Yes, though bashing someone in the face does have a certain appeal, I would rather solve this without blood shed..."
Darius Amenta |
"I'm prepared to use words or arrows as needed. Either way we must deal with these people. Acquiring some antitoxin could be a good idea though, just in case we need them."
Amarok Sandstrider |
Seeing the majority of his companions in agreement, Amarok shrugs his shoulders elegantly and gives a slight nod. Rummaging around in his belt pouch, he finds the anti-toxins he procured before heading into Mendev a few weeks prior. Indicating the Sczarni should lead on with a sweep of his free hand, he makes sure to keep an eye on his valuables as they make their way to the Varisians.
"I agree, let us settle this as bloodlessly as we can, men are not demons, no matter how they may come across"
GM V |
Ylandria Zana leads you into the unusual dwelling, which houses a sumptuously appointed den draped in heavy curtains and furnished with piles of pillows. Leaving briefly, Ylandria returns, introducing the two regal people who enter with her: “Pathfinders, meet kapteos Olivia and Jacek Giatano.”
“Ylandria has informed us as to your business in Ordellia, and it’s fortunate for all of us that the goals of the Twincandles and the goals of the Pathfinders are as alike as two petals from the same bloom. We can tell you how to find the ones you seek—the scoundrels who attempt to debase your honor.”
Olivia pauses long enough for Jacek Giatano to speak—his grating patois creating a jarring transition from his sister’s measured tones: “Oye, truth! They worn out any welcome they had here, and we want ‘em gone. We tell you what you want to know, you lot agrees to listen.”
The twin kapteos explain how the Twincandles, one of Magnimar’s smallest Sczarni “families,” recently went on a recruiting drive to help solidify their tenuous position in Magnimar’s underworld, and perhaps enable a move into the lucrative narcotics trade. “We was contacted by a swain who claimed to be our cousin, a man named Titus Terliss. He told us that his gang was on the hunt for a perch in Magnimar to hide out for a season, and one of his fellows was a savvy alchemist, could help us cut in on the trade.” The kapteos admit that never met this alchemist, but their underlings contend that he is a fearsome and feral individual.
Continuing with their bandying exposition, the Twins explain that the “cousins” moved into a crypt beneath Two-Lights, where they set up an elaborate alchemical laboratory. Although they originally worked hard to produce product for the Twincandles’ new endeavor, they had other priorities. They began conscripting Twincandles members for jobs that were not authorized by the Giatanos, and carrying out bolder and more violent robberies.
Olivia says, “They are indiscreet and coarse. If you eject them, you can help yourself to whatever spoils they’ve accumulated. Our excursion into the soporific trade has not been profitable, and we wish it ended.” If you assent, the kapteos direct Ylandria to lead them to a corner of Two-Lights where part of the ancient temple’s foundation still juts from the muddy earth.
Bom Skjold |
"...about those antitoxins?"
Bom give his best/cheesiest grin.
Amarok Sandstrider |
Amarok listens intently to the Sczarni family's tale of underhanded dealings and the liberties taken by those calling themselves family without reaction, absorbing the given information and storing the useful tactical revelations for a later date. Alchemists, potions amd atrange concoctions, We must be careful
Rolling his eyes slightly at Bom's shameless begging for anti-toxins to cover for his own lack of preparation, the Monk of Irori takes the offered gift with a nod of appreciation.
"It does indeed seem as if our missions cross paths, have you a preference for how your supposed family are to be encourage to leave? We would not enter bloodshed lightly, but fanatics are sometimes to devoted or stubborn to listen to reason"
Bom Skjold |
Bom smiles as he accepts the antitoxin, making sure to get one for Ulfur, and stores them next to his own.
When it's clear we will face the Sczarni, Bom will drink his anti-toxin and give one to Ulfur, along with using the wands as noted before.
Orophin Telemnarn |
"Maybe just the truth, that his cousins are concerned for his health, and that it might be time to try a different city." suggests Orophin
Amarok Sandstrider |
I'm fine to go
Amarok thanks the Varisian's for their directions and quickly evaluates the quivers on his hip and shoulder, checking his available ammunition (and ensuring nothing has been stolen). Once his comrades are satisfied and ready to move on, Amarok takes up a Vanguard position as they head towards the given location.
perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (16) + 15 = 31
Darius Amenta |
i'm as ready as i'll ever be.
Darius observes the Osirion archer while he checks his stock of arrows and starts to feel a little unprepared.
Well at least i also have my spells to help us out if the need arises.
Bom Skjold |
Just before we arrive, Bom will go in prep'd. Antitoxins drunk by myself and wolfie. Longstrider on myself and I'll ask someone who can cast Mage Armor to use Bom's wand of such on Ulfur as well. I'll also cast Shield Companion on Ulfie.
After dousing himself in combat magic, Bom smiles at Orophin,
"Its not that I don't have total faith in your abilities, I just like to be ready in case these guys want to dance. Besides, the best tool of diplomacy is a spiked shield in the face.".
Rallas Linnderil |
good to go
Sometimes the best diplomatic approach is to not be diplomatic....but we shall try diplomacy first here....no sense of unncessary bloodshed.
GM V |
Buttresses jut crookedly from the ground, between piles of shrub-covered stone. A narrow gap in one of the standing stone columns—just wide enough for a person to pass through—leads to a small, cylindrical chamber within. A sturdy block and tackle is mounted above a five-foot- wide pit, leading into the darkness below.
Can everyone make a DC 5 climb check with a 10?
Bom Skjold |
Yes. Though I'll have to make some provisions for getting the wolf down in the pit.
Rallas Linnderil |
Rallas has a climb of +5...can easily make it...
I will go first...in case there are any surprises....
Rallas first takes his dose of antitoxin.
climb: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Once down, Rallas takes out his blade and prepares for his friends to join him.
Amarok Sandstrider |
CLimb no problem
"Rallas can you see in the darkness? I will go ahead as I can see, the enemy getting close is no matter to me."
Drinking his anti-toxin gift and having mage armour cast upon him by his wand Amarok slowly climbs down to avoid getting dirty as much as h possibly can in the dark, dank surroundings.
Amarok keeps his bow drawn and checks the way for traps and tracks.
perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (18) + 15 = 33
survival: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21
Darius Amenta |
+5 climb, so that's a yes for Darius. Also he can cast Feather Fall on Bom's wolf in necessary.
Darius takes his antitoxin before climbing down and drawing his bow.
Kerastes |
Kerastes also drinks his antitoxin and climbs down, with the assistance of Abadar's guidance.
GM V |
This 15-foot-by-20-foot chamber’s low ceiling is supported by an array of recently installed wooden spars. The room’s only point of interest is at the easternmost end, where a 6‑foot stone stele, seemingly part of the chamber wall, stands. It’s etched with an eroded relief of a humanoid figure, positioned above a slightly less eroded inscription.
Ylandria gestures to the stele. “There’s a doorway here. When the Twincandles took over this camp, this door was open, and point a’ fact, we couldn’t figure how to move it at all. When the cousins came, that Terliss spent a little while tryin’ to read this writing. After that, this door was closed whenever we came down here. We were locked
out.”
Perception checks please, also a linguistics check and you do sense magic.
Rallas Linnderil |
If this doesn't reek of a trap, I don't know what does....
Rallas immediately checks around the area, sensing a trap
perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15+1 more for traps....just in case there is something other than a trap...
Bom Skjold |
Bom will Take 20 on Perception if time permits
Bom Perception w/Urban: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 9 + 2 = 30
Ulfur Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Rallas Linnderil |
Rallas gets out his tools to work on the door.
Watch over me..just in case something comes through as I am working, please.
disable device: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 11 + 2 = 21the +2 is from mwk tools
Orophin Telemnarn |
Orophin sings softly to himself.
Detects magic
"There is an enchantment here.."
He points out any odd bits and pieces he can spy to Bom.
perception aid : 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (2) + 0 = 2
But is perhaps a little too distracted by a new song he is composing in his head.
Amarok Sandstrider |
Amarok takes a step back from the steele and keeps his bow drawn to provide cover for Rallas as the elf works on the secret door. Slowing his breathing, the monk listens intently for sounds beyond those of his fellow pathfinders.
perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (9) + 15 = 24
Kerastes |
Kerastes has his morningstar ready, knowing it is easier to handle in these cramped quarters than his glaive.
Darius Amenta |
Darius gives Rallas a little room to work while he gets his bow ready. He watches the elf work with his thieves tools while hoping to learn some new tricks.
Orophin Telemnarn |
"Anyone else think this is an odd way for the cousins to behave?"
Orophin starts to check around the room for another, hidden, exit.
perception: 1d20 ⇒ 10
Bom Skjold |
The ranger takes a moment to scratch Ulfur behind the ears as it appears the group has reached a roadblock.
"Perhaps we can all chip in and buy a scroll of Comprehend Languages and figure out this door?
Rallas Linnderil |
Rallas concentrates for a moment and mumbles a quick incantation.
cast comprehend language...forgot i had my cantrips from the emissary elf trait...silly me....