PbP Gameday IV: GM Wolfspirit's First Steps Gameplay (Inactive)

Game Master Wolfspirit

will save vs color spray: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 + 2 = 13 guessing I fall over

Anelara pulls a rope from her pack. "Let's tie them up. Then we can turn them in to the authorities and maybe find out why they attacked us."

"Oh, that could have gone a lot worse for us! I'm with you, Fin. I've got to say, I'm terribly curious as to who these people are. It's not often someone wants me dead, and I don't recognize them!"

Daraquax moves over to the downed enemy who's bleeding out.

"No sense in letting this rather confused person's life go to waste. Someone please tie her up? I'm afraid I'm not knowledgeable in knots."

I cast Stabilize on our "friend", then someone can tie her up.

Illuthion eyes bulge out at Dara's words. "Confused? She didn't seem all that confused about setting us on fire? Chick is cra-zy with a capital C and a capital Z."
He rubs his eyes with his left hand, feeling suddenly very tired. "Look, if you want to keep her from bleeding out, be my guest; if I could I probably would too; but tying them up is a little out of my ... expertise. Not to mention the Absalom guards aren't our number one fans since we seem to take the law into our own hands. How about we just walk on by and let them be dealt with by whoever finds them first? We still have to report in, plus write a field report about .. this ... day. For whatever that's worth. And I'm just plain old tired at this point."

He looks around for support. "Anyone else agree?"

"If they were sent to attack us specifically, they may have valuable information. I agree with Fin, let's bind them and hand them in to the authorities."

You successfully stabilize the dying sorceress and tie up the the cleric and halfling. The mist that filled the alley slowly dissipates as you secure the enemies. You find a couple of Potions of Cure Light Wounds between them and assorted scrolls. You also find a holy symbol of Norgorber on the red-headed cleric.

Moments later, several Absalom guards come running up seeing what the commotion is. One looks around at the scene and comes up short, shouting out, "What's all this then?." He doesn't seem hostile, merely curious

<Post 1>

After returning to the Grand Lodge, you go to meet Ambrus Valsin in his study. The pile of papers on his desk has shifted, but looks nearly as tall as it was when you left earlier in the day. He looks up and motions to you. "Come in, come in. I've heard exceptional word of your actions from your work today. Do you have anything further to report?"

<Post 2>

<Post 1>

Anelara sees the watch approach and replies to their question. "We were jumped by these ruffians. There was one more, but he ran. We were just about to go looking for you."

<Post 2>

"We were attacked on our way back here. One was a worshipper of Norgorber."

Kiri contributes little to the report, mainly responding with "Yes" or "No" if asked a direct question. Her cold and distant attitude makes it hard for anyone to get to know her.

With their report given, she turns to leave.

"Is there anything else you require?" she asks Ambrus.

As she leaves, she looks down at her blade and says"Perhaps that ambush...perhaps they were coming for you."

<Post 1>

"You've arrived just in time. These individuals attacked us, and seemingly on purpose. There may be some kind of motive behind the attack," Mekhu reports to the stern looking guardsman. "They should be questioned, but at least two of them command some form of magic."

<Post 2>

"Very little else, sir, other than the attack that Fin mentioned. The culprits are in custody awaiting interrogation."

Post 1

Illuthion nods at Mekhu's statement, sheathing his sword in the process. "What he said. Can we go now? Or do you have any other questions?" he asks, looking anxious to get away from all this mess.

Post 2

"Sir, if I may. Will we often have to work allies or do favors for friends of the Society like we have today? I have to admit, looking at it in hindsight, I hadn't expected ... all this." he says with a note of curiosity in his voice.

At the guards
The head of the Absalom guard chews his mustache a bit, then nods. "Allright then. I don't recognize the red-head, but handlebars is quite the hot-head for a halfling, and that sorceress is bonkers. I'll take them down to lockup and sort this all out. I'm guessing they decided to hook up and start a new band of misfits. And thanks for the warning about Magic, we can take care of them Magickers."

Without much more trouble, you continue on your way To the present

In the Grand Lodge
"An ambush? Norgober follower? I'll follow up on that, but it's likely unrelated to your tasks today. Even in the City at the Center of the World, low-lifes crop up."

Ambrus sets aside the paper he was working on and turns to Illuthion. We in the Pathfinder Society have too many enemies to forget our friends... The Blackros in particular have taken more than their share of our resources, though we have been rewarded for our efforts. Today might not be a typical expedition, but hopefully it taught you to examine things from multiple angles. You never know when things are as straight forward as they seem, or hide a hidden truth."

He clears his throat. "Ahem. I ramble so." He pulls a couple sheafs of paper and scans through them. "As for the favors you have done, Zarta Dralneen gave high remarks, and has even given invitations to a... dinner party of hers. The head of the Silver Crusade commended your efforts, stating that thanks to your investigation the Absalom Guard was able to determine that one Auntie Baltwin was selling their medicines on the black Market. The Sapphire Sage sent word that you have been certified for explorations in Ancient Osirion. And finally Guaril notified me that you 'have your wits about you' which passes as praise as far as he's concerned."

"Overall, I trust you have learned from your tasks and find you suited for further field work."

Mekhu listens to the report with pride, glad to have been found of a sufficient standard to act as a certified Pathfinder field agent. "Many thanks sir. I look forward to the next opportunity."

From the moment the guards came to investigate the ruckus, Daraquax began scribbling the entirety of the day's events into her book, only looking up once Valsin had finished giving his praise.

"Oh, I'd love to go on more field work! This whole day was magnificent, the people we met were interesting, my companions were more than competent, great really, I could go on and on. I'm very much looking forward to whatever next assignment comes my way!"

Being a Pathfinder is so satisfying! They pay me to keep me entertained, what's not to love?

Daraquax waggles her eyebrows in a conspiratorial fashion, and says, "So, uhmm... When is Ms. Dralneen's party being held?"

Illuthion facepalms at Dara's words. Slowly, he regains his composure, the affair of a good minute of sotto-voce muttering. "Really? You really want to go to one of her parties??? Did you not see the sh... stuff she had in there? I give up."

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