The inn is a sweltering sauna of of sweat of and steam from the pots, with a thick smell of hard laborers, hops, and a thick sea food stew that is constantly bubbling
Male Ulfen Barbarian/Martial Artist 19 | HP: 272/272 l AC: 41 /T: 29/ FF: 34 l Fort: +25, Ref: +18, W: +20 l Init: +4 l Per: +27 l Movement: 60
"A nice thick seafood stew will put meat on your bones. You should go for a double serving!" Ursus advises with a laugh.
"And that smell you're always going on about drives the ladies crazy. Women love the musk of a proper man. Remember Jalmeray? The girls in that village were killing for a tumble in the sheets with me."
Picking up on the two's conversation "Well, I can assure you I'm not hear to assassinate any of you, quite the contrary I'm here to help keep you alive."
AC 35, Touch 22, Flat-footed 27, Fort +13, Ref +14, Will +13, CMD 30
"Big Brother! I found it! Here, here, take a look!"
A lithe woman in her early 20s wearing a shiny chain shirt and carrying a scimitar in her belt enters the inn and steps up to Daxter to hand him a jar with some sort of very white and cold rock inside. It seems to be creating extremely cold steam cloud.
"Here you go. Its as much of the Hardtofindium as I could get. Anyways, why did you send me to go get this rock? I had to get someone else to help me get to the elemental plane of ice to find it. It was really, really cold there."
Gina brought dry ice to Daxter, which incidentally fit Daxter's description of Hardtofindium: Super cold, doesn't become a liquid under normal circumstances, doesn't normally exist.
"You found it? I mean of course you found it." The young Cheliaxan seems a bit disturbed by this woman's arrival. "Well this does fit the description I gave you. And yes, the plane of ice is very cold." He blinks a few times before putting the jar away. "I guess since you did find it, just have a seat. I don't have anything else for you to get. This day just keeps getting better and better..."
Male Ulfen Barbarian/Martial Artist 19 | HP: 272/272 l AC: 41 /T: 29/ FF: 34 l Fort: +25, Ref: +18, W: +20 l Init: +4 l Per: +27 l Movement: 60
The braids of Ursus's golden beard sway when the ulfen grins at Gina's arrival.
"Has Dax ever told you about the time I killed a rakshasa? I got a hold of it and when it didn't yield, I crushed it with my bare hands", the big northman's boasts while flexing one huge arm to emphasize his point.
Daxter rolls his eyes at Ursus' umpteenth telling of the story. "Yes, yes. Like a rabid animal you tore it apart. I tell physics to take a break every day but you don't see me bragging about it."
AC 35, Touch 22, Flat-footed 27, Fort +13, Ref +14, Will +13, CMD 30
Gina shakes her head.
"No, Big brother doesn't tell a lot of stories about people he works with. When he does, he usually calls them BSFs, but never told me what a BSF is. He sometimes calls me a BSF on occasion too. Big Brother, what is a BSF?"
"I called you that once for the record. But a BSF is typically someone that every team needs. They stand in front and occupy whatever horrible beast we are fighting so I can warp reality unimpeded."
AC 35, Touch 22, Flat-footed 27, Fort +13, Ref +14, Will +13, CMD 30
Perfectly clueless, Gina replies, "Ok!" Turning to Ursus, Gina says, "You must be very, very important to my brother then. Do you travel with him alot as his BSF? I joined the society to travel with him, but the Decemvirate doesn't seem to pair me up with him much.
"Thank the matrix for that.." Daxter mumbles to himself. "I wouldn't say that. He has a role, he knows what it is, and he does it proficiently. That's all."
Another half elf walks into the bar, smells the sea stew and grimaces. He is dressed in garb typical of the desert steppes but seems to know his way around the place.
"Ah, if this is the right place then you all must be part of the team. A pleasure to meet you. Hugo....Hugo Victor at your service . " He bows with a grin and nods to each present in the group.
"Unfortunately this is true. I am Daxter, this is Gina, that oaf of a man is Ursus, and the elven woman is Merisiel. I honestly have no idea why we're here. It's obviously for a mission briefing, but it is a highly unprofessional one."
"Well met. Here is to our success. Although, I find it strange. I heard there were to be six in our group and I suspected I would be the last to arrive. Are we still waiting for another?"
A courier arrives that brings a message to each of you
The Letter containing Venture-Captain Heidmarch’s Seal:
“Greetings,
Pathfinders! I have new information for you about our agents’
discoveries regarding the cult of Lissala. When the Ten learned
of the cult’s active existence, they sent a team to infiltrate a
cell in the industrial town of Palin’s Cove. During that mission
we learned that the cult intends to bring back the ancient
Thassilonian Runelord Krune to rule Varisia. Pathfinder agents
next encountered Lissalans here in the City of Strangers and
discovered that the cultists aim to return the runelord by
using refuge tokens that he created for his followers to reach
his hidden location. Our Pathfinders also uncovered the
location of an ancient Lissalan shrine, documented to hold
a cache of these refuge tokens. The enclosed map shows the
location where the shrine is said to be—the fastest way there
is from Kaer Maga west into the Wyvern Mountains.
“Find the shrine and recover the refuge tokens so that we may
use them to access Krune’s lair, thus preventing the Lissalans
from raising their runelord. Don’t attempt to use the tokens
yet—we also need to uncover the proper command words. And
hurry, please! A group bearing the Sihedron—Lissala’s holy
rune—was seen leaving the city two days ago. They must seek
the shrine as well.
”Should you have additional questions about your mission,
seek out a trusted informant in the Downmarket District, a
textile merchant named Allira Vandane. She will aid you as much
as she can. May Desna smile upon you, Pathfinders.”
"Of course it's from that incompetent witch, Sheila. Though this does intrigue me. The Thassilonians were a very interesting people. Well at least, this won't be a boring mission."
Hugo raises an eyebrow and is mildly amused at the exchange...
"This should be interesting. I have crossed paths with this cult before. Evil Zealots of the worst kind . We best see what intel our contact can offer on this group. "
Male Ulfen Barbarian/Martial Artist 19 | HP: 272/272 l AC: 41 /T: 29/ FF: 34 l Fort: +25, Ref: +18, W: +20 l Init: +4 l Per: +27 l Movement: 60
"Let's get started then", the big ulfen says as he stands from the table and tosses a few coins alongside the four empty bowls that once contained stew.
Daxter will reluctantly follow the foul smelling Ulfen after paying for his meal.
Spells cast at the beginning of the day.
Mage Armor on Daxter and Galio(Who is permanently invisible unless otherwise stated.)
False Life on Daxter
Life Bubble on Daxter(9 hours) and Gina(9 hours)
The market is bustling as usual, and in no time you find Allira Vandane. When she sees you she continues working her shop, but passes her customer off immediately to other assistants.
"Ah friends, business is good, but my real business is just beginning! How can I help you, you got Heidmarch's letter I take it?"
AC 35, Touch 22, Flat-footed 27, Fort +13, Ref +14, Will +13, CMD 30
Gina was too busy reading the message to notice the rest of the party leaving. Suddenly noticing she was alone, she yells out, Hey, wait up!", rapidly finishes her drink, and runs to catch up with the group.
"Ursus, don't you have any armor? How do you manage to protect my brother wearing nothing but furs and muscle? You don't look that agile... Do you want some help?"
Gina casts Extended Greater Magic Weapon (16 hours) on her scimitar
Gina will cast Extended Mage Armor (Rod) and Extended Greater Magic Weapon on Ursus when he asks for it (16 hours).
She smiles at Daxter"The map he supplied you has it as close as we know. According to our sources, the shrine lies about 100 miles west of Kaer Maga in the Wyvern Mountains, through the Ash-Blown lands."
Male Ulfen Barbarian/Martial Artist 19 | HP: 272/272 l AC: 41 /T: 29/ FF: 34 l Fort: +25, Ref: +18, W: +20 l Init: +4 l Per: +27 l Movement: 60
"Don't like armor - it's too constricting. I like to swing free if you know what I mean", Ursus says with a lecherous wink.
"Dax, I think your sister likes what she sees..."
"Most of the magic-types I end up working with like to put that wizard armor spell on me. I can't say I like it but there's no arguing with results", the hulking northman explains. "You have one of those?"
***
During the introductions with Allira, Ursus focuses on playing the strong and silent type. He stands to the side with his arms folded across his powerfully muscled torso. He only breaks character long enough to give their contact a flex and flirtatious grin.
your contact handles it in the way you've come to expect from every woman who is beautiful and knows how to work customers for every cent. You can tell that she's already running a list of cloths that'd look good on you, and merchants to refer you to for tailoring. You're not 100% sure, but she may even like what she sees