PbP GameDay 2: PFS Library of the Lion, 1-5 (Inactive)

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PFS #5–11: Library of the Lion


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A well-sunned woman guides the Pathfinders past opulent tapestries and priceless marble statues. Gesturing toward a large rare-wood table she says, "Venture-Captain Muesello and Lady Gloriana Morilla will be in soon to describe the unique opportunity before us. While you wait please introduce yourself and feel free to discuss any matters that you... field agents discuss."

Scarab Sages

Female Ini: +3 Perc: +2 Know:Arc: +6 Know:Hist: +6 SC: +6 Halfling Magus 1 HP: 8/8 AC: 17 CMD: 10 F: +3 R: +4 W: +3 AP: 3/3

Not a word the woman said really made it through to Keia as she made her way down the hall, the little woman was completely oblivious to anything but the tapestries themselves. Tapestries were a fascinating way to make history and decorate palaces in one fell swoop, and many of them recorded long forgotten details of important events. It was just a pity that the woman was moving so quickly that the Halfling historian couldn't examine them closer. "Was that the Treaty of the Wildwood?" the words were out before she could stop them, her head turned back over her shoulder at one of the tapestries that they had passed. Oh how she would love to pause and get a better look at it, (Had that been a map in the background? Oh to compare it to modern day borders!) but it was already a touch difficult to keep up when you were generally on the short side, catching up was entirely too bothersome. She was on a job after all; she had to keep some amount of professionalism.

Sovereign Court

Female Aasimar Druid/4 (Lion Shaman) * HP 35 * AC 17 * Touch 13, FF 15, CMD 19 * Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +6 (+4 vs. fey and plant-targeted effects) * Resist Acid, Cold, Electricity 5 * Init +6 * Percept. +11

The bronze skinned beauty glides into the room, mentally cataloguing her surroundings. Her chocolate colored plaits are entwined with golden strands that glimmer in the faint light of her halo. Her golden eyes sparkle as she smiles. The resemblance between her and her muscular, tawny furred bodyguard are uncanny. Her eyes are almond, almost the shape of the cat that accompanies her. Her cloak is fur-lined; creating a mane around her neck, similar to the mane that surrounds the lion’s head. Her armor also closely matches the armor that protects the lion’s softer parts. She gently puts a ring-bedecked hand upon the lion’s neck and guides him to a vacant seat where she gracefully sits. The lion lies down at her feet, warily scanning the room.

"Well met. I am Piper Penelope and this fine fellow is Buck." As Piper speaks she scratches behind Buck's ear, causing him to let out an audible purr. "We hail from the forests that surround Taldor. And look forward to embarking on this adventure with you all."

Liberty's Edge

Emundet limps into the room," greeting fellow conspirators, I am emundet poshworth. My leg may be limp, but my spirit is not." as he sat down he noticed a short human, maybe a halfling, and a half celestial. Wait, a lion? So many times has Emundet talked with squirrels, badgers, bears, even a tiger once, but never a lion. "whose fabulous feline friend is this? I would like to talk to him."

Grand Lodge

Male Gnome Oracle/1

wanting to not seem weak to the future pathfinders, he casted prestidigitation to make his leg seem fixed

Grand Lodge

Male Human (Varisian) Fighter 5 | HP 46/46 | AC 20 (21) | Touch 13 | FF 17 | Fort +5 | Ref +4 | Will +1 | CMD +9 | Init +4 | Perc +9

The silent steps of a man accustomed to reacting quickly and on his feet could be heard as he made his entrance. Dressed in a well fited scale mail armor with a dark cloak covering his back. Upon closer inspection he might have seemed like a walking armory and one could joke to him about it but the silver hued eyes hardly betrayed any emotion. Coming to a slow halt he placed his feet across a bit and crossed his arms over his chest. Not once a smile was seen for now before he regarded those present. Only a brow was raised when he saw the lion but said nothing about it before contiuning his exploration of the others present. He would give each a brief nod before speaking up. "Greetings, I am Decado Skillganon"

Grand Lodge

Female Halfling Rogue 1 l CG l AC 16 l HP 9 l Init: +3 l Fort +1 l Ref +6 l Will +2 l CMD 13 l Perc +7 l Dis Dev +10 l Stealth +11

Another Halfling enters the room, looking much different from the first to enter. Smiling at those present, she looks as if she has been on the trail for many days. Her clothes and pack are well-worn and her hair is disheveled, tied back with a bright ribbon. Her skin is weathered from the sun, but she smells freshly bathed...and she is carrying her shoes. The hilt of a short sword protrudes from the top of her pack and a punching dagger is strapped to her right thigh, while an ordinary dagger rests on her left hip. Her pack looks like it weighs more than she does, but she seems to manage it alright.
She brushes a stray strand of light brown hair from her face and walks over by the lion. "Nice kitty," she says, smiling at its bronze-skinned companion.
"My name is Feona. From looking around the room, I can tell this is going to be a lot of fun."
She unshoulders her pack, sits down beside the lion, crosses her feet, and leans back on her hands.
"I'm from Varisia > what about the rest of you?"

Grand Lodge

Male Gnome Oracle/1

"I'm from Fangwood" Emundet exclaimed. from his leather armor marked with claw marks and dyes from the native plants of Fangwood, to his club strapped to the back, anyone who saw Emundet could tell he never had much experience away from the sylvan forest of Fangwood. "I see we only have a few blessed with the arcane arts. It is a shame my brother could not come, he was busy fixing his contraption, claiming Brigh was unpleased by it. Such an obscure goddess..."


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Hah, I got the location wrong :p, so with a bit of retconning & some in-game excuses...

The woman returns to the room. "Thank you for your patience. Lady Morilla has sent word you are to meet her someplace else." She gives directions and follows up with, "Please stagger your arrivals as this task requires discretion and Muesello provides a meeting place that doesn't invite much scrutiny. The Lady wishes to keep it that way."

Following the directions the Pathfinders find themselves shopping in a simple bait and tackle shop. The owner's pockmarked face breaks into a smile as the bell above the door jingles. When everyone arrives he motions you to gather in the back room. He locks up the door, and props a sign in the window.

perception DC 10:
the sign reads "Gone fishing."


Core Helms ! Wizards Wanted Gameday X

Venture-Captain Muesello quietly closes the door behind him before speaking. Lady Glorianna Morilla sits a table by a small fireplace in the back room. Muesello introduces her with the full formalities as a guest of the Society. Which takes a bit of time and a lot of breath.

“The Pathfinder Society does not have a sterling reputation in Taldor, despite my and others’ efforts to impress the local moves and shakers. As a result, the most prestigious universities and colleges often deny our agents access to the best libraries in Oppara, thinking we are meddling good-for-nothings. As one of the oldest intact civilizations near the Inner Sea, these libraries no doubt house some very precious volumes. Recently we received a most wonderful opportunity—an invitation, really, from a very powerful patron,” he adds as he withdraws a scroll tube with a broken wax seal from his apron.

“This patron will secure us a couple hours in the rare books collection at the Kitharodian Academy, during which we may peruse for whatever we wish so long as we also retrieve several documents of interest for our friend. That,”
he punctuates by tapping the scroll tube on the table, “is where things get interesting. Apparently there is an even more precious archive hidden beneath the academy’s library, and our patron believes it to contain numerous original records and undoctored historical accounts otherwise unknown to the world! Our contact knows how to get into the archive and has shared the secret with us.

“Two hours is little time, so you must make the most of your time. I know it will be tempting to research other interests, but it would be selfish for the Society to think of itself when the Worldwound’s borders threaten to envelop Mendev and beyond. I am sending you in with the express purpose of uncovering more information about the Shining Crusade, the sustained war against the Whispering Tyrant a millennium ago.”

Lady Morilla snaps open a fan to fend off the room’s growing warmth, adding, “Historically, Taldor is the authority on massive military campaigns, but most texts have undergone extensive revision to serve some political agenda or another. Entering this hidden archive is an excellent opportunity to learn from the real mistakes of the past and apply those lessons to the Mendevian Crusade.

“Remember that you have permission to be in the academy’s library, but not in this secret archive, so do everything you can to avoid being noticed while exploring. In fact, the fewer clues you leave of your passage, the better. Specifically do not steal or destroy any of the library’s contents. A few slip-ups might alert the authorities that someone has been poking around, and too many will give them enough evidence to trace this act to us.”

Muesello opens a drawer in the table and begins pulling out a couple small parcels wrapped in cloth. “Any questions?”

Sorry for the wallotext. Normally I would ask everyone to take good notes, but one of the advantages to PbP is that this part of the discussion will remain here. Please refer to it often. Also please remember to ask questions, in-character or out :)

Grand Lodge

Male Gnome Oracle/1

Emundet thought of the massive library, and the information it offered. "May we "borrow" some books for our own purposes? I would like to see some books about Brigh."

Grand Lodge

Female Halfling Rogue 1 l CG l AC 16 l HP 9 l Init: +3 l Fort +1 l Ref +6 l Will +2 l CMD 13 l Perc +7 l Dis Dev +10 l Stealth +11

Feona cuts her eyes at the Gnome. "I think that might give the authorities a clue someone has been poking around." She smiles and then turns to Muesello. "Do you have any...means for copying text? Other than quill and ink and a few pieces of parchment, of course."

Paizo Employee

Male [probably] human detective 4; Init +2; Perception +12; AC 16; Fort +4; Ref +9; Will +2

Arvyx, a fairly short Taldan man wearing worn traveling clothes, keeps bouncing on his heels and smiling to himself as Muesello and Morilla talk on and on about this bibliographic infiltration. Behind him stands a wiry but well-dressed buccaneer who looks as though he would be more comfortable being keelhauled through the Eye of Abendego than spending another hour wearing his fine suit.

"Leave no clues to our passage yet take with ourselves all of the knowledge stored therein?" Arvyx ponders aloud as his eyes dart around the room with nervous energy. His expression suddenly sharpens and becomes deathly serious. "It will be a tricky task to smuggle some--" he pauses for a moment to begin counting his comrades and gives up partway, "--number of Pathfinders and a noble feline battle-mascot into a hidden archive. Is this one of those tasks in which you have a cunning plan to see us into the vaults below?"

His expression once again becomes somewhat wild and ecstatic. "Or is the pleasure all ours?"

Behind the eccentric man, the ex-pirate rolls his one visible eye with exasperation.

Sovereign Court

Female Aasimar Druid/4 (Lion Shaman) * HP 35 * AC 17 * Touch 13, FF 15, CMD 19 * Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +6 (+4 vs. fey and plant-targeted effects) * Resist Acid, Cold, Electricity 5 * Init +6 * Percept. +11

Piper half smirks as Lady Morilla speaks, matching the tone and attitude of her faction leader and seems to soak up every word she says. "M'lady, in order to ensure the glory of the Empire, I will represent Taldor with the utmost discretion, but the gentleman (tipping her head towards Arvyx) has made good observations; How do suggest our obtaining access to the hidden archive with such a noticeable party? Shall we maybe create a diversion elsewhere or will that be taken care of by this 'patron' who was mentioned? Or is the hidden archive such that the mere fact of it being 'hidden' ensures there are no guards posted so this worry is moot?"

Grand Lodge

Male Gnome Oracle/1

"You understand, I must get information on Brigh I don't care what happens to me, as long as I have the information, and everyone else escapes unscathed. Everyone has a personal agenda, so i will just say mine openly. My dream is to distribute information about all gods and goddesses to everyone.What about the rest of you, what is your ultimate goal?" Emundet was never the sharpest knife in the cabinet, but he was direct and sincere on most things, although he was fribble most of the time. Growing up with only a brother, and being the oldest sibling made him caring and also responsible.. for a gnome. One day when he was hunting, he fainted, and woke up with a crippled leg, a free spirit, and a uncanny talent for healing. He vowed never to seriously hurt another living thing again unless he felt the extreme need to .

Grand Lodge

Male Gnome Oracle/1

"Who is this frabjous sponsor helping us?"

Grand Lodge

Male Human (Varisian) Fighter 5 | HP 46/46 | AC 20 (21) | Touch 13 | FF 17 | Fort +5 | Ref +4 | Will +1 | CMD +9 | Init +4 | Perc +9

perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

He followed the rest of the group and saw the sign, a smile briefly touched his lips as he a read it. Then focusing on what was being said by Muesello. He already knew this was going to be entertaining considering the fact it would be a "stealth" mission. He shook his head for a moment when the gnome made it's request to "borrow books" He would have to make sure to keep an eye out on him then.

For now he would let the others decide on how to get in, the best way to get in and figure out the obstacles. He was more the type of person to ensure trouble wouldn't reach them due to the use of violence. When the gnome spoke up once more he took a step to make sure he was behind the little gnome, a shadow towering over the little creature. Then in a soft yet threatening voice to ensure it would sink in. "No, we have a mission, and the mission takes priorities over your dreams...." He pointly ignored the question about his goals since it was none of the gnomes business. "Don't make me hogtie you when we are in the library..."

Grand Lodge

Male Gnome Oracle/1

" Hogtie? more like squirrel tie" Emundet cast prestidigitation to create a crude image of a squirrel"

Grand Lodge

Female Halfling Rogue 1 l CG l AC 16 l HP 9 l Init: +3 l Fort +1 l Ref +6 l Will +2 l CMD 13 l Perc +7 l Dis Dev +10 l Stealth +11

"Right now, my goal is to serve the Lodge and carry out this mission...while having a bit of fun along the way. Life ain't worth living without a bit of fun. Ain't that right, Keia?"

Silver Crusade

Male Halfling Summoner/1 Ini +3 PERC: +0 NG AC: 14 CMD: 11 F: 1, R: 3, W: 2 HP 9 (8)

The group sees in their periphery something shining gold. They turned to see a magnificent alce griffon galloping toward them, barely touching the ground.
It slowed as it neared, and then-suddenly-it disappeared in an explosion of light and color and from it fell another Halfling. After tumbling to the ground at their feet, getting up, and dusting off his red vest, white tunic, and black trousers. I need to work on my landings , hello everyone, I got here as fast as I could. Had to deliver a letter to a child... Long story, anyway, my name is Tugo, that lovely beast you saw was my eidolon, Lizelotti and wow you're beautiful! the last bit of his hurried speech was directed at Feona, toward whom he bowed and offered his hand.

Sovereign Court

Female Aasimar Druid/4 (Lion Shaman) * HP 35 * AC 17 * Touch 13, FF 15, CMD 19 * Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +6 (+4 vs. fey and plant-targeted effects) * Resist Acid, Cold, Electricity 5 * Init +6 * Percept. +11

Piper sighs inwardly. Keeping the small ones on task will be like wrestling kittens, she thinks to herself. Outwardly, she glances up at Decado, pleading with her eyes to keep the peace, Gnomes will be Gnomes after all.

Grand Lodge

Male Human (Varisian) Fighter 5 | HP 46/46 | AC 20 (21) | Touch 13 | FF 17 | Fort +5 | Ref +4 | Will +1 | CMD +9 | Init +4 | Perc +9

He saw the look from Piper, giving her a quick nod and then a smile touched his lips. He knew about the gnomes, their habit of getting into trouble and now a third one showed up, well not a gnome but a halfling... Who turned into a Don Juan the moment he got on his feet. This would be more then entertaining in the long run...

Grand Lodge

Male Gnome Oracle/1

"This is going to be more fun than mixing sulfur, charcoal, and saltpeter and lighting it on fire!" Emunder exclaimed "Did i mention my brother moved to Numeria?"

Scarab Sages

Female Ini: +3 Perc: +2 Know:Arc: +6 Know:Hist: +6 SC: +6 Halfling Magus 1 HP: 8/8 AC: 17 CMD: 10 F: +3 R: +4 W: +3 AP: 3/3

"Oh! Oh yes certainly." Keia snapped out of her reverie when the other Halfling woman called her by name. She had been very, very lost in her own thoughts about the potentials of a hidden library. An unaltered library, even. Keia may not have been so open with her allegiances as some of those present, but the possibility of maps and details and lost histories of the Osirian Pharoahs. Oh there was so much possibility, so much lost history, Keia couldn't help but be mesmerized by the potential. She was not so foolish as the gnome to openly admit any ulterior motives she might have as they ventured into the depths of the secret vaults.

"A single secret volume in a great vault of secret volumes is something like a single sand in the desert no?" She couldn't imagine a secret and forbidden vault would be quite as neatly kept as the rest of the public sections of the library would be. There would be no point to neatly keep books that weren't supposed to be seen. "Does this mystery patron have any idea where to look?"

Grand Lodge

Female Halfling Rogue 1 l CG l AC 16 l HP 9 l Init: +3 l Fort +1 l Ref +6 l Will +2 l CMD 13 l Perc +7 l Dis Dev +10 l Stealth +11

Feona giggled and looked at Tugo's hand and then back to his face. "Since there is no music playing, I take it you are offering to help me up?" she smirks from her reclining position by the lion. "What do you think, kitty? Should I give in?"
She smiles back at Tugo and sits up, offering her hand. "I am Feona."

Silver Crusade

Male Halfling Summoner/1 Ini +3 PERC: +0 NG AC: 14 CMD: 11 F: 1, R: 3, W: 2 HP 9 (8)

Forgive me, m'lady, in my home, a gentleman would kiss the hand of the maiden he addresses to greet her, he said nervously, helping her from her seat, old habits and all that, he added once she stood eye-to-eye with him.

Having thoroughly embarrassed himself, he shook his head, readdressed everyone else, grasped his pack-straps and said, Right, where are we going?

Sovereign Court

Female Aasimar Druid/4 (Lion Shaman) * HP 35 * AC 17 * Touch 13, FF 15, CMD 19 * Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +6 (+4 vs. fey and plant-targeted effects) * Resist Acid, Cold, Electricity 5 * Init +6 * Percept. +11

Piper Penelope, although noticing everything going on around her, doesn't seem to want to move until she gets an answer from her Venture Captain. She stoically sits in the chair, looking at Lady Morilla expectedly.

Silver Crusade

Male Halfling Summoner/1 Ini +3 PERC: +0 NG AC: 14 CMD: 11 F: 1, R: 3, W: 2 HP 9 (8)

*facepalm* I completely missed that we were all still in the bait shop...we can assume Tugo came inside between his landing and his introduction...


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I doubt that the hidden library has no guardians." Lady Morilla answers. "However because it is hidden I expect few people will be around." She looks at the party with her eyes settling on the large cat. She pauses for a long moment, raises an eyebrow to Muesello who nods.
She looks at Feona. "Funny that you should mention music. Tomorrow evening, the Kitharodian Academy will host an extravagant orchestral performance in celebration of the Grand Prince’s birthday. Such an event should last several hours, and if rumors are to be believed, the Kitharodian’s finest intend to play a complex medley of Taldor’s greatest songs. Several of these are rather dramatic at times, and the sound should drown out any noise you make. With any luck, the performance will also draw away most of the guards.”

Muesello then slides the cloth wrapped parcels toward across the table. “This one,” he says, tapping the first parcel, “contains a deck of illusions that I am in the process of modifying; instead of each card creating a random creature, each one creates a copy of one of you. The illusions won’t interact with anyone, but they can pretend to be reading and deceive the casual observer. Each only lasts for two hours, though. Stick a card to the bottom of a chair to create the illusion, and don’t forget to remove the card when you’re done. The other package contains several potions in case of emergency.”

EDIT:Sorry for the delay, the weather was nice & I got to work in the garden for the first time in months. I fear I may have missed some questions, if I have please let me know.

Perception DC 15:
Congratulations you have spotted the seal on the scrollcase. Now you can you identify it (Diplomacy check)?

Silver Crusade

Male Halfling Summoner/1 Ini +3 PERC: +0 NG AC: 14 CMD: 11 F: 1, R: 3, W: 2 HP 9 (8)

Amused at the thought of an illusion of him, Tugo reached for the deck to take his card, and put it in his left vest pocket. Knowing he was no healer, nor did he have much room in his pack, so he left the potions to more capable hands.

Paizo Employee

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Male [probably] human detective 4; Init +2; Perception +12; AC 16; Fort +4; Ref +9; Will +2

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21
Follow-up Diplomacy: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (9) + 14 = 23

"Music, magic, mayhem…" Arvyx announces heartily, pumping his fist with each word to emphasize the excitement. He pauses for a moment to consider other alliterative terms, and he notices just how many small Pathfinders there are. "…miniature mercenaries?" With a nervous laugh he reaches for the potions and gives each one a quick swish and sniff.

Using the alchemist ability to identify potions (DC 20). I'll roll more if you need them.
Craft (alchemy): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26
Craft (alchemy): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17
Craft (alchemy): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29

"Funny, that," he mutters, opting to take a quick droplet of the second potion on his tongue.

Perception to identify: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29

"Delightful! With everyone distracted we should be able to investigate with no one to hinder our delicate thought processes," he beams, ceasing his brooding contemplation of alchemy and returning to his jolly self. He looks to the large cat and energetically inquires, "What say you, Puck? Ready to engage in the intricate arts of academic swashbucklery?" He then takes a look at the scroll tube, giving it a exaggerated sniff as he waggles his eyebrows with amusement.

Sovereign Court

Female Aasimar Druid/4 (Lion Shaman) * HP 35 * AC 17 * Touch 13, FF 15, CMD 19 * Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +6 (+4 vs. fey and plant-targeted effects) * Resist Acid, Cold, Electricity 5 * Init +6 * Percept. +11

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25
Follow-up Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Piper mulls over what is being said, smiling at the thought of this party actually sitting and reading in the library. "That is sure to prove the quietest the small ones most likely will ever be," she thinks to herself with a chuckle and a shake of her head. The scroll case containing the invitation catches her eye as she notices a seal she doesn't recognize. She raises an eyebrow as she tries to scour her memories looking for a possible connection, but isn't sure what to make of the symbol.

As the man who calls himself Arvyx addresses, who she can only assume, her lion, Piper speaks up, "His name is Buck, with a B like bovine. And I am sure he would love adding Academic Swashbucklery to his already long list of tricks." She smiles at the vision of Buck dressed in leather boots holding a scimitar in his mouth, a patch over one eye, standing on a large pile of books. Her eyes twinkle with amusement.

She reaches over, takes her card from the table and asks, "When and where in the library are we to meet your contact?"

Grand Lodge

Male Human (Varisian) Fighter 5 | HP 46/46 | AC 20 (21) | Touch 13 | FF 17 | Fort +5 | Ref +4 | Will +1 | CMD +9 | Init +4 | Perc +9

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
Diplomacy: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (20) - 2 = 18

He listened to the rest of the explanation of how to get in. When the distractions was mentioned he pondered on the possibilities for a moment but shrugged it off. Without doubt there were other plans in motion and sure enough illusions were mentioned as well. The scroll case with the symbol was shown and his brow furrowed for a moment when he contemplated on it and what it's impact would be. He knew this would be a challenge with the current party and decided to let the others do the talking, for now.

A smile touched his lips when Piper spoke up abot the lion and what it wouldn't mind to add to it's trick list. For now, playing the violent brute was a nice option


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"Whichever librarian is on duty can show you to the rare books collection. You have permission to be there," Muesello says holding the scroll tube. "The rare books are kept in several small study rooms attached to the main library. I know nothing of the archives below, but I imagine they are carved from the rocky hill that the academy is built on."

Decado & Arvyx:
The seal belongs to Princess Eutropia, only child of Grand Prince Stavian III. Despite Taldor's tradition of male only heirs, she has been maneuvering to take the throne after her father's death.

The taste grass with a just a whisper of dew tells Arvyx the first potion is pass without trace. Spirals of emptiness swirling in the second potion identify it as invisibility.

Sovereign Court

Female Aasimar Druid/4 (Lion Shaman) * HP 35 * AC 17 * Touch 13, FF 15, CMD 19 * Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +6 (+4 vs. fey and plant-targeted effects) * Resist Acid, Cold, Electricity 5 * Init +6 * Percept. +11

Piper thanks Muesello, whispers in Bucks ear to stay put, and stands to walk over to Lady Morilla. As she approaches the Lady she gives a quick bow with her head and asks quietly, hoping not to be overheard, "M'lady, is there anything special you might ask of a loyal Taldorian Pathfinder? Anything to better assist in our mutual agreement?"

Grand Lodge

Female Halfling Rogue 1 l CG l AC 16 l HP 9 l Init: +3 l Fort +1 l Ref +6 l Will +2 l CMD 13 l Perc +7 l Dis Dev +10 l Stealth +11

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Feona smiles at the thought of music and dancing as she takes her card, slipping it into the back pocket of her leggings.

Scarab Sages

Female Ini: +3 Perc: +2 Know:Arc: +6 Know:Hist: +6 SC: +6 Halfling Magus 1 HP: 8/8 AC: 17 CMD: 10 F: +3 R: +4 W: +3 AP: 3/3

"I am a historian not some vagabond sellsword, thank you!" The little magus protested Arvyx's comment, the joke of it apparently going right over her head. Not that going over her head was a difficult thing to do at a scrawny three feet in height, but we digress.

"Right, I suppose that was a bit much to hope for." She turned back to Muesello with a light shrug, reaching out and taking the card to tuck it safely into the breast pocket of her vest. "Here's hoping for a quiet day at the library, yes?" She offered her companions a friendly smile, despite knowing that if this were a quiet job they wouldn't need the Pathfinder Society to be able to complete it.

She could always hope.

Paizo Employee

Male [probably] human detective 4; Init +2; Perception +12; AC 16; Fort +4; Ref +9; Will +2

"Right you are, m'lady," Arvyx replies with an exaggerated wink to the pocket-sized historian. "Vagabondery does not befit so noble an explorer. Nay, that's the provenence of perturbingly and perpetually prison-bound, which I dare say does not fit your profile. I shall have to consider better alliteration to crown so fine a profession as yours."

Historian... Arvyx considers the alphabetical array of other vocations beginning with H. Habberdasher, harlequin, heretic, harlo--"Ha, well, no sense mulling over that too much," the wild-haired man admits with mild embarassment as his first explorations of other H-jobs return with poor results. "Ahem, right. No need to open that can of worms, which is quaint, given our present circumstances."

With a sniff and a taste, he exclaims, "Muesello, you've truly outdone yourself this time! I have no guess as to what fish I could catch with one of these vials, but I know that with these vials, no one will catch us!" He plants the two vials back on the table and points at them in turn for his allies' edification. "That one will make you leave no tracks for a good, long while. The other one can make you invisible for about fifty breaths--not a terribly long time, but long enough."

Arvyx takes up his own illusion-card, pockets it, and inquires, "How long until we start? I trust somebody's set a schedule if they've arranged for music." He pauses for a response and then just seems to realize what came out of the resident gnome's mouth. Numeria? A brother mixed with saltpeter and...oh my, you are quite the source of interesting anecdotes. Who needs a library for stories when we have a walking raconteur among us?" he asks without any hint of patronizing.

Ah, imagine what fun we'll have! There so much to prepare. Why, I'll have to find a suitable eyepatch for Puck...Buck...? Huck...? Why, I'll have to find a suitable eyepatch for the erm, lion (come now, Arvyx, you should know the differences between tigers and lions and ocelots and those bizarre pumaguars we keep hearing about. Seems owlbears and griffons weren't enough, and now they have to go combining two different cats together to make...a cat? I don't know! What were we talking about?), yes lion in our group. He glances about the room as his inner thoughts meander in labyrinthine circles. Reminds me of that song that all the bards are playing...Oh, the lion's come down to the water / So don't run to the well / I spent the night playin' fiddle and fife / So we're thirsty but feelin' swell!

Unperturbded by his surroundings and company, Arvyx begins lightly bobbing his head to inaudible music.


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Lady Morilla for those who've never met her.

Feona:
The seal belongs to Princess Eutropia, only child of Grand Prince Stavian III. Despite Taldor's tradition of male only heirs, she has been maneuvering to take the throne after her father's death.

Arvyx Halmarion wrote:
"Right you are, m'lady," Arvyx replies with an exaggerated wink to the pocket-sized historian. "Vagabondery does not befit so noble an explorer. Nay, that's the provenence of perturbingly and perpetually prison-bound, which I dare say does not fit your profile. I shall have to consider better alliteration to crown so fine a profession as yours."

Alliteration was the goal? & here I was all impressed you had worked Shakespeare, the Muppets, & Time Bandits(?) all into one post :)

"So nice of you to ask," Lady Morilla responds to Piper, "it has been a while since I have had a chance to meet many from our hometown. Shall we chat when this is over?"

Muesello nods to the alchemist's question. "Tomorrow evening, so you have a chance to equip yourself and, for those who can, prepare spells to aid in the discrete nature of this task. Once you get started, you will only have two hours. Any further questions?" After answering them he hands the scroll case over.

Inside is a letter explaining the mission plans though obviously whoever wrote it is concerned more with politics than usual Pathfinder missions. This unsigned letter explains the archive's hidden entrance can be found if the Pathfinders study honor, courage, and glory. There is also a letter from Arch-Exarch Gergorius and is the formal request to admit the bearer's to the Kitharodian Academy's rare books collection.

Let me know any other questions & what preparations you would like to make if any.

Grand Lodge

Female Halfling Rogue 1 l CG l AC 16 l HP 9 l Init: +3 l Fort +1 l Ref +6 l Will +2 l CMD 13 l Perc +7 l Dis Dev +10 l Stealth +11

"So, do we have a plan or are we just going to wing it and hope for the best?" Feona asks, pulling a corncob pipe from a shirt pocket and a pouch of...something from her behind her belt. She stuffs some tabac into her pipe, lights it with a tindertwig, and smokes contentedly. "Well? What say you, my friends?" she manages, her teeth clamped onto her pipe.

Sovereign Court

Female Aasimar Druid/4 (Lion Shaman) * HP 35 * AC 17 * Touch 13, FF 15, CMD 19 * Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +6 (+4 vs. fey and plant-targeted effects) * Resist Acid, Cold, Electricity 5 * Init +6 * Percept. +11

We have the invitation to be there, once there we will need to find passage into the archives which seems to be hidden in a puzzle; maybe books about "honor", "courage", and "glory" will give us passage. Before the party goes to the library, Piper wishes to purchase 2 potions of invisibility just in case. She is fully aware that her companion isn't always welcome in "civilized" company.

Since this won't happen until tomorrow evening and it seems pretty simple (although Piper has never put stock in anything that the Society wished to be done as simple) she bows to the Lady and Muesello, "I think we have been given all that we need, I bid you both goodnight."

She turns to the rest of her companions, "I say we leave these two to whatever important society business they must attend to and go to the inn to eat, drink, and rest, for tomorrow we become one of the scholars. Come Buck, let's go." She heads towards the door.

Silver Crusade

Male Halfling Summoner/1 Ini +3 PERC: +0 NG AC: 14 CMD: 11 F: 1, R: 3, W: 2 HP 9 (8)

"Here here," Tugo replies excitedly to Piper's plan. He follows her out.

Paizo Employee

Male [probably] human detective 4; Init +2; Perception +12; AC 16; Fort +4; Ref +9; Will +2

"I trust our mysterious contact is to remain mysterious?" Arvyx inquires, tapping the scroll tube's seal with a finger. "No worries either way for me."

He scribbles down a few notes in one of his journals so as not to forget anything of importance.

Arvyx's List of Very Important Things(TM):

  • Recipe for non-splashification of bombifery
  • Eyepatch for PuScratched outTscratched out the lion--Taldor's colors (should be easy to find?)
  • New clothes, loose stitches
  • New area pamphlet--must build the collection
  • Sandwich. Might need a snack. Can't get fingers dirty in a library.
  • Cloth gloves--fingerprints--good catch
  • Rather pleased with his list, he begins packing up. He regards the smoke-ringed halfling and her question. "It seems as though we don't know much about this hidden second library, but we can assume it's, ah, going to look like a library. I suppose we could plan to break into teams and split up to search. Is that what you had in mind?" Arvyx glances about the halfling's person as he speaks. They never hand out nametags at these meetings! Makes things so difficult!

    His stomach growls quietly. Quiet you. I fed you, what, last week?

    In Preparation:
    Arvyx does some shopping and picks up some spare tools and props.

    Shopping List:

  • Blue book (Oppara): 5 gp
  • Eyepatch in some mix of blue, green, and gold: 3 gp*
  • Sash in some mix of blue, green, and gold: 4.5 gp*
  • Seven sets of cloth archival gloves (3 Medium, 4 Small): 7 gp*
  • Low-residue, low-crumb-count snack: 5 sp*
  • Copying the recipe for targeting bomb extract: 15 gp
  • Copying the recipe for detect secret doors: 15 gp
  • Tear-away scholar's outfit: 10 gp
    Total Cost: 60 gp
    * Arbitrary cost for lack of an obvious metric--open to GM interpretation
  • Silver Crusade

    Male Halfling Summoner/1 Ini +3 PERC: +0 NG AC: 14 CMD: 11 F: 1, R: 3, W: 2 HP 9 (8)

    "Let's hold off on the split-up talk until we get down there," Tugo piped, anxious that he might get assigned to a group which didn't include his new friend, Ms. Longtoes, "This secret library may not be very big after all."

    The summoner thinks hard about what he might need, scratching the symbol on his forehead, coming up empty, he heads toward the inn to turn in for the night...he'd traveled a long way today.


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    Muesello hands a stack of blank sheets and writing utensils to the pathfinders before they leave. Piper & Lady Morilla catch up after the meeting while the others head out to prepare.

    Arvyx in particular has a lot of purchases to make, but he manages to run into Feona and Decado while doing so. The three decide to stop in a tavern for lunch. Before their food is delivered, luck proves to be on their side as Venture-Captain Muesello also stops in for lunch. He joins them at their table while he awaits his order.

    Piper:
    Lady Morilla goes through the usual pleasantries lets Piper bask in her aristocratic presence. "Lovely choice of a companion for a loyal friend of Taldor."

    Eventually she mentions she has a task for you. "Most of Taldor’s shortsighted nobles have not deigned to aid the Mendevian Crusade in any significant way, and as you may know, I am raising an independent army to march to the Worldwound and reignite the glory that Taldor once commanded. All goes well, but the demons act more quickly than we can recruit. We need something," her eyes focus on the distant past for a moment. "Some kind of holy relic or the like—that the noble and the brave can rally behind. This nation has led countless crusades, but the public records contain little reliable information. If you find clues about such an object, record everything that you can about it so that we might use it for the good of Avistan."

    Arvyx, Decado, Feona:
    Muesello says, "Ambrus Valsin contacted
    me with this message, which he said is written in a Taldan cipher that the Society is yet to crack. If you find any notes about old codes that work for this message, report back with your findings."
    He then hands you a bit of yellowing ancient paper with an encoded message:

    K-Y-V-W-K-C-E-C-O-O-M-I-M-E-C-F-G-C-Q-F-C
    Sorry the handout is a textbox & not a picture or I would would post it for you to see. If it helps, imagine this on yellowing ancient paper PFS uses for player handouts.

    Later the next night, the Pathfinders find themselves outside the Kitharodian Academy. Colloquially called “the Kith,” this bard college is the largest in the city, and ranks among the largest on Golarion. The Kith sits atop the northern cliffs of Oppara and has an impressive view of the Porthmos River valley. The school boasts architecture as lovely as its music, and elegant domes, towers, and columns adorn the principle music hall. On the night of the performance, mirror-focused lanterns and dancing lights illuminate the structure, making the academy a radiant beacon of Taldor’s greatness. Crowds of commoners and nobility jostle to enter the music hall.

    Knowledge (local) DC 20:
    Luckily the directions to the library are easy for you to find and, once through the crowds is, turns out to be mostly empty.

    Grand Lodge

    Male Human (Varisian) Fighter 5 | HP 46/46 | AC 20 (21) | Touch 13 | FF 17 | Fort +5 | Ref +4 | Will +1 | CMD +9 | Init +4 | Perc +9

    Regarding each and everyone it put a smile on his lips even if it was briefly before he spoke up. "Splitting up might be a bad idea, especially if we are discovered and violence will be the only way out." The words were spoken in a way that indicated he wouldn't have any problem with violence if it should happen. "It is also nice that we have the invitations but how will we pose ourselves for the time being? Some of us might fit in, but being a societe member and enjoying this kind of entertainment? not my forte..."

    Silver Crusade

    Male Halfling Summoner/1 Ini +3 PERC: +0 NG AC: 14 CMD: 11 F: 1, R: 3, W: 2 HP 9 (8)

    Tugo gapes at the beauty of the concert hall. His wonder quickly turns to melancholy as it reminds him of the great barracks of Ramgate, his home town, and his father's noble house. A life to which he could never return...even if he wanted to.

    Unwilling to dwell on such thoughts, he turns his attention to the flood of people entering the Kith.

    KnLocal: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

    Paizo Employee

    Male [probably] human detective 4; Init +2; Perception +12; AC 16; Fort +4; Ref +9; Will +2

    Arvyx shows up in his full scholarly array, which is to say a rather new set of academic garb, a shoulder bag full of odd'n'ends, and prostheses-sporting butler-linguist. As the team gathers in front of the target, he rocks back and forth on his heels with gleeful anticipation. "Lovely night for a concert, eh? Bright lights, loud music, captivated audience...certainly nobody who would suspect us of--" He pauses for a moment as if listening to something on his person. "Oh come now," he retorts to his robes. "I wasn't going to admit that we...no of course not. Yes, yes, subtle and all that."

    Tugging at his robes with a moment of awkward discomfort, he smiles with forced innocence at his companions. "*Ahem* Well, no time like the present!"

    Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 10 + 2 = 26

    After taking a glance at his lone copy of the Pathfinder Chronicles--its cover obscured by brown paper to keep it fresh--he adds, "I know just the way! and begins leading the way toward the library.

    Silver Crusade

    Male Halfling Summoner/1 Ini +3 PERC: +0 NG AC: 14 CMD: 11 F: 1, R: 3, W: 2 HP 9 (8)

    "Lead on Maestro!" Tugo says emphatically, following the strange detective into the Kith.

    Sovereign Court

    Female Aasimar Druid/4 (Lion Shaman) * HP 35 * AC 17 * Touch 13, FF 15, CMD 19 * Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +6 (+4 vs. fey and plant-targeted effects) * Resist Acid, Cold, Electricity 5 * Init +6 * Percept. +11

    Even though Piper is used to the beauty of nature she can appreciate the majesty before her. Not goggling but marveling, she takes in all the grandeur. The music would only serve as an accouterment the the splendor. Breaking from her momentary trance from the magnificence, she looks at the crowd and hopes none notice the feline that accompanies her or if they do his presence only attributes to the eccentricities of the evening, but pulls out a potion of invisibility just in case.

    Arvryx catches her attention, (were we supposed to dress the part too?) though he is entertainingly eccentric (oh now his alliterations are rubbing off on me) he seems to know where to go, so guiding Buck through the throngs of people, Piper follows the gallantly garbed gownsman. (I can't stop!)

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