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MOLG// WOTW// Murder's Mark

You find yourself near the town of Ilsurian, in Varisia, awaiting orders from the Pathfinders, an organization you just recently joined. Still waiting for your first sanctioned Pathfinder mission to delve into places unknown in search of ancient treasures, your instructions from the Pathfinder lodge say to meet outside of this town near a traveling circus known as the Umbra Carnival and wait for contact from a mid level Pathfinder manager named Jaggar.

You all arrive to the town from your various locations and see carnival folk in the town purchasing supplies, advertising their shows and mingling with locals as best they can. Soon tents begin popping up outside of town as the carnival is getting ready. People watch in fascination. You all among them as you wait for your contact.

The following day, circus folk hold a parade that marches through town in a spectacle of sights, music, and drumming. Banners and streamers herald a proces sion of clowns, stilt walkers, and tumbling acrobats, all of whom wave to the townspeople. Carnival barkers call out to people on the streets, promising thrills, chills, and delights for people of all ages (at the modest price of a few copper coins). The entire procession is a formal declaration of the carnival's opening, and seeks to draw out the curious and idle to follow along to the procession's end, the parade grounds. You life has become one of boredom lately, which is why some of you joined the Society, so yo decide to spend some time at the carnival...

dot in when you want and either bump into each other for introductions, recton some of you know each other due to same hometown or just make new friends. will formally start when all are ready.

The Concordance

Male Half-Elf Monk (zen archer) 1 AC 16/T 16/FF 13/HP 9/Fort +2/Reflex +5/Will +5/Base Atk +1/CMB +0/CMD 16 Perception +9/Initiative +3

The carnival reminds Natraz of nothing so much as the Plaza of Flowers during Judgement Day. Jesters and tumblers capering through the crowds, children spending found coppers on honeyed bread, barkers whipping up the excitement of the masses.

Of course, the darker side was also there, if one knew where to look. Pickpockets working the unsuspecting public, local bravos making a point of staking out their territory, and constables looking to make an example out of someone.

That side of the world was in Natraz's past. He was a different man, one who sat cross-legged in the grass beneath a shade tree, drawing the occasional odd glance. People weren't used to seeing a brown-robed, hooded monk with tattoos around his eyes eating honeyed bread and smiling at the clowns. This was his world now.

Of course, he still kept a hand on his purse when he moved through the crowd. Just because he had sworn off of that world didn't mean that world had sworn off of him.

As Natraz moves through the crowds, he wonders who he should be looking for. Perhaps someone will be holding a slate that reads "Welcome, Pathfinders."

Silver Crusade

Male Half-Elf Paladin1/Cleric of Iomodae1: [HP:18/18] [AC:18 T:11 F:17] [ Fort +5, Ref +1, Will +7] [CMD 14] [Init:+1, Percep:+5]
Active Spells:

Standing at 6'4" a tall half-elf wanders through the carnival. He wears red cleric vestments with white and gold trim and the sword of Iomedae emblazoned on the front. Solomon takes in the jovial atmosphere of the crowds around him. Every so often he strikes up a conversation with someone, eventually working in the word of Iomedae into the conversation.

Solomon will keep his eye out for Jaggar, but not actively search for him. Iomedae will bring Jaggar to him when the time is right.

Liberty's Edge

Female Human Bard 1 | AC 15 T: 13 FF: 12 | HP 9/9 | Fort: 1 Ref: 4 Will: 3 | BAB: +0 CMB: -1 CMD: 11 | Init: +2 | Per: +5 SM: +5 | Performance 3/7 | Status: Normal

Clarissa checks her hair and makeup a third time before leaving the inn. While not normally vain, her desire to make a good impression on the Pathfinders keeps her second-guessing herself. She can practically hear her mother's words, "You only have one chance to make a first impression, so don't mess it up!"

"You already have the job. You just don't know what it is yet," she says out loud to herself. She sighs and adds a loose earth-toned cloak over her flashy clothes in an effort to soften her voluptuous curves some and conceal her sword. One more look in the mirror. The dark hair falls around her shoulders, a light touch of makeup makes her dark brown eyes sparkle. A touch of blush to emphasize her high cheekbones. Her boots add an extra inch or so to her short stature.

Keep your purse close, but enjoy the show. Find Jaggar, she tells herself before heading into the streets


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The whole town of Ilsurian is bristling with excitement about the arrival of the Umbra Carnival, a traveling circus which travels all over Varisia showing off its exhibits.

As you enter the carnival grounds, your eyes are drawn to the gigantic tent standing in the middle of the area, erected on tall poles with a stage curtain pulled shut across its front.

To the east, local merchants have set up stalls in a snaggled, disorganized knot of tents and walkways, selling their wares. Smaller than the big top, another tent stands in this direction, advertising a number of wonders, including a sword swallower, a fat lady, the carnival's orc, a fire giant, and a choker for those who dare to approach.

Most, however, are drawn east to the midway. A path runs north from the midway toward the traveling zoo, but to the south are booths with pavilion tent tops that provide shade for the games of skill and chance played beneath.

Civilians walking around the carnival are talkative and you can hear some of their conversations as you mingle through the crowds.

"I'll out-talk you, I'll out-gamble you, and I'll out-drink you!" yells a robust carnie dwarf jovially, cigar hanging out of his mouth in front of one of the many game tents in the carnival.

"I can't wait to play some of the games at the midway," says a smiling local woman with strong features, pale skin, and dark hair. "And the traveling zoo!"

"I'm not so sure about these Varisians," says a man with tanned skin and dark black hair pulled back into a ponytail. "As far as I'm concerned, they're all thieves and laggards."

"All 'ere for the carnival, eh?" a man says to others as they walk through the crowds. "I'd be careful around those Varisians if I were you. They steal yer money before ye know what hit ye. I don't trust 'em as far as I can throw one of their finely crafted daggers. Good tumblers though."

DC 12 Knowledge (local):

Ilsurian was established by a Korvosan man who fled during the crumbling of the Chelish Empire, and thus most locals are ethnic Chelaxians.

DC 15 Knowledge (local):

Many of the locals in Ilsurian harbor prejudice against the native Varisians.

will post the carnival map in a bit. feel free to roleplay here. the game does not officially start for a couple days if you need to flesh out your histories. Are any of you from the local area?

Liberty's Edge

Female Human Bard 1 | AC 15 T: 13 FF: 12 | HP 9/9 | Fort: 1 Ref: 4 Will: 3 | BAB: +0 CMB: -1 CMD: 11 | Init: +2 | Per: +5 SM: +5 | Performance 3/7 | Status: Normal

Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Clarissa blends easily into the crowd and can read the looks on the local's faces. She wanders the carnival gaping at various wonders. She considers playing some of the games but decides against it. They're all rigged anyway. Maybe I should visit that zoo. She heads in the direction of the zoo, eager to see what magical creatures the carnival has.

The Concordance

Male Half-Elf Monk (zen archer) 1 AC 16/T 16/FF 13/HP 9/Fort +2/Reflex +5/Will +5/Base Atk +1/CMB +0/CMD 16 Perception +9/Initiative +3

Natraz watches the games for a few minutes, hiding a grin. There's a knife throwing booth, and he can see the knives are weighted from a mile away. A man comes away swearing, his three knives thudding handle-first into the straw mat.

"Damn Varisians! Not a single one of these games is fair!"

Natraz chuckles, and the man turns on him. "Of course they're not fair. But that's nothing to do with Varisians. They're rigged in Cheliax as well."

He walks through the zoo, but the unicorns are mules with horns glued on, and the empty patch of dirt that supposedly holds a napping ankheg is almost certainly just an empty dirt patch. He does notice someone who looks familiar while in the zoo, a Chelaxian woman he thinks he may have traveled with to Magnimar.

Dark Archive

Natraz the Redeemed wrote:

Natraz watches the games for a few minutes, hiding a grin. There's a knife throwing booth, and he can see the knives are weighted from a mile away. A man comes away swearing, his three knives thudding handle-first into the straw mat.

"Damn Varisians! Not a single one of these games is fair!"

Natraz chuckles, and the man turns on him. "Of course they're not fair. But that's nothing to do with Varisians. They're rigged in Cheliax as well."

He walks through the zoo, but the unicorns are mules with horns glued on, and the empty patch of dirt that supposedly holds a napping ankheg is almost certainly just an empty dirt patch. He does notice someone who looks familiar while in the zoo, a Chelaxian woman he thinks he may have traveled with to Magnimar.

I hope you dont mind but i think ill insert myself

The man is 6' even with large corded muscles ripping up and down his arms, his long dark hair pulled back away from his face and tied into a pony tail like a horses tail. He is obviously from one of the Kellid tribes more then likely from the arid steppes of Numeria.

Dave had no idea why his father, the chieftain of his tribe, would ask that he join the pathfinders before taking his place among the tribe, but when commanded to Dave had no other choice then to become a pathfinder. Travel the world and learn of new ways for the tribe to grow and take its place his father said. For his first mission he was to meet this Jaggar person, better to get it over with now rather then later, although that colorful person did just challenge me to a contest some silly knife throwing thing. Jaggar can wait ill show this guy what a true son of Kellid can do.

After watching all three attempts fail i come away swearing.

"Damn Varisians! Not a single one of these games is fair!"

Natraz chuckles, and the man turns on him. "Of course they're not fair. But that's nothing to do with Varisians. They're rigged in Cheliax as well."

"Is nothing sacred anymore!? A man should not be challenged if it is not in good faith. My name is Dave and might i know your name?

Just trying to connect a little bit. If any issues let me know and ill change it up


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map is updated and i placed those that stated their intentions in the proper locations.

The Concordance

Male Half-Elf Monk (zen archer) 1 AC 16/T 16/FF 13/HP 9/Fort +2/Reflex +5/Will +5/Base Atk +1/CMB +0/CMD 16 Perception +9/Initiative +3

Natraz feigns a look of confusion. ”But the challenge was fair!” His face slips into a more conspiratorial grin. ”Your mistake is thinking the challenge was knife throwing. No, the challenge was to your ego, to your pride.” He points to Dave’s head and chest for emphasis. ”You took up the challenge when you walked into the carnival, and it ended when you put your coin down at the games.”

He looks at Dave’s frown, and smiles. ”Don’t allow it to eat at you, my friend. Think of it as a lesson learned. You’re a wiser man, more learned in the ways of the world.” Natraz’s grin turns self-deprecating. ”And everyone comes by this knowledge in a similar way. I’ve given up more than my share of coin at charmingly impossible games.”

”Natraz, of the Order of the Traveller, at your service.” He pronounces it Na-trahz, not gnat-razz. ”Was it a girl? Or perhaps fellow tribesmen? I’m betting it was a girl…”

Grand Lodge

Male Human Sorcerer/1

Ford wasn't normally one for carnivals... not that he didn't enjoy the sights and sounds, but because of the looks he got. His skin always seemed a tad too pale, highlighting the dark circles under his eyes. He always thought it made him look like he was on death's doorstep... and to be fair, he wasn't too far from it.

Still, he had joined the Pathfinders for a reason - the hope of finding a way to purge himself of this look. And the blood that came with it. His eyes scanned the crowd for Jaggar, but truthfully, he had no idea who he was looking for. He hadn't gotten a real description of his contact.

Ford's eyes suddenly snapped to another sight, eyes widening and for once, being the one who stared himself. She was... bewitching! He didn't even know her name, but he was entranced. -no! No... beguiling looks is what earned you this blood in the first place... don't make the same mistake great granddad made. Besides, you saw yourself in the mirror this morning - what makes you think any woman would fall for you, when your own mom can't hardly look at you?

Still, he couldn't just let her escape like this. Perhaps... just her name. She was heading to the zoo... Ford quietly followed after her to close the distance between them.

Silver Crusade

Male Half-Elf Paladin1/Cleric of Iomodae1: [HP:18/18] [AC:18 T:11 F:17] [ Fort +5, Ref +1, Will +7] [CMD 14] [Init:+1, Percep:+5]
Active Spells:

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

As Solomon is strolling through the carnival he sees a pale sickly man approaching. This in itself doesn't seem unusual, but the man seems unusually focused as he heads toward the zoo.

He seems a bit preoccupied, better make sure he's not fixed on ruining someone's good time.

Solomon casually walks up beside Ford and strikes up a friendly conversation as they walk toward the zoo."Hello there my pallid friend, how are you this fine fair-day afternoon? I'm sure enjoying the festivities."


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are there any games of chance or skill any of you would like to partake in?

The Midway A path runs east from the Midway toward the travelling zoo. To the south are the booths with pavilion tent tops that provide shade for the games of skill and chance played beneath. Behind them are the circus wagons, some clearly only from transportation and equipment, while others are attractions and portable shops for merchants. To the north is a gigantic tent erected on tall poles with a stage curtain pulled shut across its front.
There are games of chance and skill along the Midway be it throwing knives, darts, blunt crossbows, dice, ring toss' etc all for a copper piece. You notice a Varisian dressed lady casually watching the happenings along the Midway with a careful eye.
King of the Carnival A heavy, long-handled mallet leans against a 3-foot-wide and 12-foot-high wooden tower crowned with a stuffed lions head. At the base is a lever attached to a puck that slides up and down a pole running the length of the tower up to the lions head.
The Lovely Madame Masque Three raised runways meet at a point like an arrow beneath a brightly colored pavilion tent. Where the runways meet sits a tall, rectangular box covered in mirrors. off to one side is a raised speaker's podium. Posters on a makeshift signs depict an attractive women in a provocative gown and silver mask with the words "The Lovely Madame Masque" in bold print.
The All-Seeing Hajeck This area is home to a self proclaimed seer and guesser who for a price will not only tell you your future, but tell you impossible facts only you would know thus proving her connection to the otherworld.
The Travelling Zoo A portable fence of wooden posts and rope cordon off this section of the circus. Several wagons constructed to serve as animal cages line the perimeter, with an occasional haystack piled between them. In the center of the area is a large tent whose wall flaps have been lifted up and tied off to allow easy viewing.
Baby Dragon This heavy metal cage is labeled Baby Dragon and inside is an animal not native to this part of the world.
Lair of the Sphinx This enormous tent is only dwarfed y the big top itself. The southern side has no wall, just a tall curtain pulled across its front. A sign posted outside advertises that this area has been set aside for meeting the sphinx at limited times throughout the day. Just inside is a large metal cage with no floor and bars running across the top. A single large door is set on the north corner of the west face, secured by a heavy lock. Strewn about the grass beneath the cage are silk sheets and piles of cushions and satin pillows.

The Concordance

Male Half-Elf Monk (zen archer) 1 AC 16/T 16/FF 13/HP 9/Fort +2/Reflex +5/Will +5/Base Atk +1/CMB +0/CMD 16 Perception +9/Initiative +3

"A fortune-teller! Now that, my friend, is worth a copper either way. Either quake at the mysteries of the unknown!" Natraz lifts his hands and wiggles his fingers, like a child pretending to perform as spell. "Or we chuckle at the absurdity of her wrong answers."

Natraz strolls towards the All-Seeing Hajeck's tent. As he enters, his demeanor instantly become quieter, more monkish. "Hajeck? If you would be so kind as to help a simple man find his way, this one would be very pleased."


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"Please come, I knew you were coming, an I am ready for your reading." She says laying out some occult cards on a table. She waits while Natraz shuffles the deck and then she flips some cards over...and does a quick look over of the half elf ...
"The traveler, you are not from around here. You have journeyed from your home for a purpose."

Grand Lodge

Male Human Barbarian 1
stats:
AC: 18/15/13 F/R/W: 4/3/-1 Perc:-1 Init:+3
qwerty71 wrote:

are there any games of chance or skill any of you would like to partake in?

anything like swinging a big hammer

Natraz wrote:

Natraz feigns a look of confusion. ”But the challenge was fair!” His face slips into a more conspiratorial grin. ”Your mistake is thinking the challenge was knife throwing. No, the challenge was to your ego, to your pride.” He points to Dave’s head and chest for emphasis. ”You took up the challenge when you walked into the carnival, and it ended when you put your coin down at the games.”

He looks at Dave’s frown, and smiles. ”Don’t allow it to eat at you, my friend. Think of it as a lesson learned. You’re a wiser man, more learned in the ways of the world.” Natraz’s grin turns self-deprecating. ”And everyone comes by this knowledge in a similar way. I’ve given up more than my share of coin at charmingly impossible games.”

”Natraz, of the Order of the Traveller, at your service.” He pronounces it Na-trahz, not gnat-razz. ”Was it a girl? Or perhaps fellow tribesmen? I’m betting it was a girl…”

"HAHAHA!!! my good man" Moving to slap him on the back "It was definitely a girl and while i had my back turned she slinked off, like a minx. Well have a great day, i do believe its time to hunt for that sweet lass."

Dave moves off through the crowd looking for his bonny lass, arriving at the either the hammer game or the Baby dragon he investigates accordingly.


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Dave sees the King of the Carnival attraction and watches a stout farm hand heft the mallet and take a mighty swing crushing the mallet down on the lever. The lion roars as the puck hits the top. The farm hand is congratulated by his friends and they move to another location.

As Dave watches, the carnie, a broad shouldered Ulfen man, implores Dave to demonstrate his "power and passion" by "taming the savage beast on yonder pole." adding if Dave does not feel up to the task, to carry on his way...

need a STR check if you want to try, and a copper piece

The Concordance

Male Half-Elf Monk (zen archer) 1 AC 16/T 16/FF 13/HP 9/Fort +2/Reflex +5/Will +5/Base Atk +1/CMB +0/CMD 16 Perception +9/Initiative +3
qwerty71 wrote:
"The traveler, you are not from around here. You have journeyed from your home for a purpose."

Natraz nods, doing the best to keep the amusement from his face. "I see that your skills have not been exaggerated. What more does the Harrow say of my fate?"


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she flips another Harrow card and reveals a warrior..."The Knight...but you are not quite a Knight, but still a warrior...and a devout one at that... someone who took a vow..." she says as you notice she checked your belt for a sword, but noticed the bow and your robes...

The Concordance

Male Half-Elf Monk (zen archer) 1 AC 16/T 16/FF 13/HP 9/Fort +2/Reflex +5/Will +5/Base Atk +1/CMB +0/CMD 16 Perception +9/Initiative +3

Natraz nods enthusiastically. "Indeed. What of my future?"

Grand Lodge

Male Human Barbarian 1
stats:
AC: 18/15/13 F/R/W: 4/3/-1 Perc:-1 Init:+3
qwerty71 wrote:

Dave sees the King of the Carnival attraction and watches a stout farm hand heft the mallet and take a mighty swing crushing the mallet down on the lever. The lion roars as the puck hits the top. The farm hand is congratulated by his friends and they move to another location.

As Dave watches, the carnie, a broad shouldered Ulfen man, implores Dave to demonstrate his "power and passion" by "taming the savage beast on yonder pole." adding if Dave does not feel up to the task, to carry on his way...

need a STR check if you want to try, and a copper piece

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

with a mighty roar " For FREEDOM!!!! " dave hefts the mallet and slams it down with a mighty thunk, the puck flies up and busts through the top of the flimsy little attraction. "Hmmph serves you right for cheating at the knife games. Ill have my winnings and be on my way."

Just a little bit liberal with the force

after collecting his winnings Dave heads over to the Baby dragon, to see the mysterious beast people keep talking about. His Father did say to learn about odd things, and a baby dragon in captivity might be one of the oddest.


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@ Dave- The puck does indeed fly all the way to the top of the pole and gets stuck. The lion's thundering roar can be heard across the entire carnival for a few seconds. People look over at the game area wondering who did that. Narthi presents Dave with an additional prize, a paper crown identifying the victor as a "King of the Carnival." Shakes him on the shoulder and then begins to fix the game.

lucky roll

@ Natraz-
She flips another card over and reveals a party..."Community...you will soon experience the company of others, perhaps other brothers, or a group...you may even find acceptance to whatever you were travelling from..." she says noticing your ears and everyone knows half elves seek acceptance into one society or another so not a hard fortune to state.

Grand Lodge

Male Human Sorcerer/1

Ford blinked as Solomon spoke up, interrupting him from his thoughts. "Huh? Oh... yeah, I enjoy carnivals and the like. Of course, I know I probably belong in the freak show. I saw the mirror this morning." Ford forced out a chuckle before returning to scan the crowd for that lovely lady.

"...oh, sorry, I don't mean to ignore you. Uh, my name's Ford... you didn't happen to see a woman with dark hair and... oh... nevermind..." Ford seemed to deflate a little, continuing his walk to the zoo, but a little less quick about it. "I really shouldn't be puttering around. I should be finding a fellow from the Pathfinder Society. His name is Jaggar... sadly, they didn't tell me what he looked like. You haven't run across a fellow with that name, have you?"

Liberty's Edge

Female Human Bard 1 | AC 15 T: 13 FF: 12 | HP 9/9 | Fort: 1 Ref: 4 Will: 3 | BAB: +0 CMB: -1 CMD: 11 | Init: +2 | Per: +5 SM: +5 | Performance 3/7 | Status: Normal

Clarissa can't help but feels eyes on her from all around. Various men and boys leer and watch her. She is used to catching attention on stage, but is put off by it when in public.

She passes a sign indicating a baby dragon and peers at the creature within, wondering what it truly is. It can't be a real dragon, could it?

Knowledge (Anything - all working off Bardic Knowledge until I can put more ranks in some!): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

Silver Crusade

Male Half-Elf Paladin1/Cleric of Iomodae1: [HP:18/18] [AC:18 T:11 F:17] [ Fort +5, Ref +1, Will +7] [CMD 14] [Init:+1, Percep:+5]
Active Spells:

Solomon pauses for a second upon hearing Ford mention Jaggar. "A fellow Pathfinder! Well then we are well met, indeed. Solomon B. Rutherford the Third at your service." Solomon gives a quick and subtle bow, then offers his hand, "but most just call me Sol. I apologize if my words offended you a minute ago. Sometimes my mouth runs before my mind processes. Believe me when I say I mean nothing by it. I judge people not by their appearance, but by their virtue. pausing for a moment Sol realises their was a question still unaddressed. "To answer your question, I too am waiting for Jaggar, but his presence has so far eluded me. Iomedae will bring him to us when the time is right. Ooh, does that say baby Dragon? Let's have a look."

The Concordance

Male Half-Elf Monk (zen archer) 1 AC 16/T 16/FF 13/HP 9/Fort +2/Reflex +5/Will +5/Base Atk +1/CMB +0/CMD 16 Perception +9/Initiative +3

"Please, tell me more." Despite his words, Natraz finds himself growing bored, and decides to turn the tables.

I'd like to make a bluff check to perform a cold reading on her. "You know how quickly the boys found you... all those tedious sticky fumblings in the back of your mother's cart..."

Perception to observe her and her mannerisms: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
Bluff: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Grand Lodge

Male Human Barbarian 1
stats:
AC: 18/15/13 F/R/W: 4/3/-1 Perc:-1 Init:+3

While wearing the ridiculous paper crown, because why not. Dave approaches the attraction with the Baby Dragon on its sign board. While approaching he notices a beautifully curvy lass Not Leering just walking up with a smile and an open expression. "Well miss what do you think is it a dragon? A fire-breathing beast the likes of which will make the world tremble when it grows. My name is Dave, what brings you to this carnival?

Grand Lodge

Male Human Sorcerer/1

"Oh, really? That's helpful!" Ford perks up a bit more at the mention that he wasn't alone in his search for Jaggar. "No, no, don't worry. I know what I look like, it's... a story. It doesn't bother me." Ford followed over to the cage marked as a baby dragon. "I've never seen a dragon, so I couldn't--"

Ford faltered as he noticed the raven-haired beauty from before. He stared a bit for a moment, before shaking his head and moving a bit closer next to her. "Uhm... hi..." he said, chewing on his lower lip a bit. Gods, he was bad at small talk. "S-so, uhm... you like animals?"


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@ Clarissa- you determine it is a monitor lizard and not a baby dragon, it is just pacing back and forth in its cage. You also heard a lions roar across the circus as someone strong succeeded in a game. Also three men stride up to converse with you.
@ Natraz- The fortune teller snickers at your attempt, seems a little agitated, and then informs you "This reading seems to be over, the cards have lost their way. Thank you and you can try again later, but for now I must rest." and she retires.

Liberty's Edge

Female Human Bard 1 | AC 15 T: 13 FF: 12 | HP 9/9 | Fort: 1 Ref: 4 Will: 3 | BAB: +0 CMB: -1 CMD: 11 | Init: +2 | Per: +5 SM: +5 | Performance 3/7 | Status: Normal

Clarissa looks over the massive human. Braver than most. He's at least trying to talk to me. The pasty one too. The shyness is almost cute. Best be wary, no telling if one of these men are Jaggar.

"Nice crown," she says with a smirking smile, "I'm just here to meet my employer. As to this 'dragon?' I'm trying to determine just what it is. I'm almost positive it isn't a dragon. Even the little ones are smarter than most people and too dangerous to house in such a small cage."

She glances at the smaller man. "Are you alright, sir? You seem a little ill."

Liberty's Edge

Female Human Bard 1 | AC 15 T: 13 FF: 12 | HP 9/9 | Fort: 1 Ref: 4 Will: 3 | BAB: +0 CMB: -1 CMD: 11 | Init: +2 | Per: +5 SM: +5 | Performance 3/7 | Status: Normal

Doh. If I hadn't gotten distracted while drafting that post I might have noticed that she does know what it is :P

Before receiving a reply she turns back to the cage. "This is just a really big lizard. Still dangerous, but no dragon."


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As four of you are looking at the 'baby dragon' some carnival goers turn and point to something behind you. As you turn towards the commotion, you see a humanoid with large ears, very large ears, flapping his ears to fly off the ground and do some low level aerial stunts. He is making noises as he does so drawing attention and the crowd seems to enjoy the show...

all of you can see the display

Liberty's Edge

Female Human Bard 1 | AC 15 T: 13 FF: 12 | HP 9/9 | Fort: 1 Ref: 4 Will: 3 | BAB: +0 CMB: -1 CMD: 11 | Init: +2 | Per: +5 SM: +5 | Performance 3/7 | Status: Normal

"Now that is certainly...something. Most impressive!" Clarissa claps and giggles

Dark Archive

Clarissa Starnon wrote:

Clarissa looks over the massive human. Braver than most. He's at least trying to talk to me. The pasty one too. The shyness is almost cute. Best be wary, no telling if one of these men are Jaggar.

"Nice crown," she says with a smirking smile, "I'm just here to meet my employer. As to this 'dragon?' I'm trying to determine just what it is. I'm almost positive it isn't a dragon. Even the little ones are smarter than most people and too dangerous to house in such a small cage."

She glances at the smaller man. "Are you alright, sir? You seem a little ill."

"It is just a bit dinky, but i won it fair and square even against their rigged games. Hmm then we share something in common, for i too am also awaiting on word from a potential contact. Its too bad this little lizard isn't a dragon, that would be an impressive beast.

would you look at that... its interesting" talking about the humanoid flapping its ears.

The Concordance

Male Half-Elf Monk (zen archer) 1 AC 16/T 16/FF 13/HP 9/Fort +2/Reflex +5/Will +5/Base Atk +1/CMB +0/CMD 16 Perception +9/Initiative +3

As Natraz leaves the fortune teller, he sees the barbarian he was speaking to before. He strolls over, and when Dave turns to him, Natraz makes a show of being shocked by the paper crown, bowing deeply.

"Your Grace! I had no idea you were traveling incognito!" He smiles at the others and introduces himself as Natraz, then sees the flying humanoid they are watching

"That is certainly something you don't see everyday. Does anyone have any idea what that is?"


MOLG// WOTW// Murder's Mark

The four newcomers watch the flying man as people around them begin to talk of him as a panotti race. The crowd masses in front and behind the four and as people begin to push each other around to get a good glimpse of the show 1d4 ⇒ 3 Sol feels something press against his leg. He suspects it is a small child until he hears a woman scream behind him and when he looks down he sees the 'baby dragon' out of its cage walking around where it brushed up against Sol...when the masses hear the scream and look around they too begin to panic as people think a dragon is now loose in the circus...

Init:

Dave:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Natraz:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Ford:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Sol:1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Clarissa:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Dragon:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Action Order
Natraz, Clarissa

Dragon
Dave, Ford, and a stunned Sol

The Concordance

Male Half-Elf Monk (zen archer) 1 AC 16/T 16/FF 13/HP 9/Fort +2/Reflex +5/Will +5/Base Atk +1/CMB +0/CMD 16 Perception +9/Initiative +3

Natraz sees the dragon, and pulls off his cloak to try to throw it over the baby dragon. "These fools! Help me conceal this creature. Out of sight, out of mind!"

I'll attempt a grapple. AoO from the baby dragon, if he's so inclined.

Grapple: 1d20 ⇒ 5 minus any penalty from damage from the AoO.

Natraz falls to the ground, swearing, tripping over his cloak.

Grand Lodge

Male Human Barbarian 1
stats:
AC: 18/15/13 F/R/W: 4/3/-1 Perc:-1 Init:+3
Natraz the Redeemed wrote:

As Natraz leaves the fortune teller, he sees the barbarian he was speaking to before. He strolls over, and when Dave turns to him, Natraz makes a show of being shocked by the paper crown, bowing deeply.

"Your Grace! I had no idea you were traveling incognito!" He smiles at the others and introduces himself as Natraz, then sees the flying humanoid they are watching

"That is certainly something you don't see everyday. Does anyone have any idea what that is?"

"BWhahah!!! thats a good one Natraz, its good to see you again if not a little odd, This is.... Well miss i never did catch your name."

Liberty's Edge

Female Human Bard 1 | AC 15 T: 13 FF: 12 | HP 9/9 | Fort: 1 Ref: 4 Will: 3 | BAB: +0 CMB: -1 CMD: 11 | Init: +2 | Per: +5 SM: +5 | Performance 3/7 | Status: Normal

"Oh, lovely," mutters Clarissa. She draws her sword and assumes a defensive stance.

Something tells me sleep is a bad idea. Draw weapon as a move, fighting full defense.

Grand Lodge

Male Human Sorcerer/1

Ford finds himself at a loss of words around Clarissa, grimacing and chewing at his lip, shaking his head. "No, no, please, milady. Do not fret. I would hate to mar your entrancing complexion with worry." Ford paused, blinking as if he couldn't believe what he just said... and frankly, he couldn't! He hadn't planned to say anything like that - it just came to him.

That was worrisome. What else could he do without thinking?

Grateful for the distraction, Ford looked at the others who claimed to be Pathfinders while the large-eared fellow performed. They seemed friendly enough... he was glad his appearance wasn't completely off-putting to them. It boded well for his future missions.

The shouts of alarm snapped him from his thoughts. Ford turned, blinking and looking down to see the baby dragon (or rather, monitor lizard, according to Clarissa) free from it's cage! "-W-WHOA! Where did you-!?" Natraz tried to cover it up and herd it elsewhere, but apparently, that was harder than it looked. We can't kill it - it hasn't done anything! It's probably just as scared of us as we are of it!

His expression turning stern, Ford stared at the lizard... and unbeknownst to him, his eyes developed a glint of red in them as he did. "Hey! No! Bad, bad baby dragon! Heel! Down!" he ordered, pointing a firm finger at the lizard and directing it downward, evidently instructing it to sit still like one would a pet dog.

On my turn, Ford will use Handle Animal to try and get the 'baby dragon' to focus on him and stay put... or at least calm it down. I'm assuming that's Handle Animal, but it it requires something like Intimidate, like add 4 to the result below.
Handle Animal: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16


MOLG// WOTW// Murder's Mark

The Lizard seems to respond to Ford until a civilian afraid of the 'dragon' throws some trash at it which angers the lizard and he scurries off....

The flying humanoid yells out "Don't kill it! She is just frightened!" as he begins to descend...

Silver Crusade

Male Half-Elf Paladin1/Cleric of Iomodae1: [HP:18/18] [AC:18 T:11 F:17] [ Fort +5, Ref +1, Will +7] [CMD 14] [Init:+1, Percep:+5]
Active Spells:

On his turn, Solomon will attempt to grapple the Monitor Lizard. Is it safe to assume I don't have my armor on? Without armor my AC is 11.

"Here lizard, lizard, lizard."
CMB: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11


MOLG// WOTW// Murder's Mark

Sol misses the lizard

Grand Lodge

Male Human Barbarian 1
stats:
AC: 18/15/13 F/R/W: 4/3/-1 Perc:-1 Init:+3

"HAHAHA!!! look at 'im go I wont be attacking or trying to capture unless i see aggression or the lizard tries to attack someone. i will however move to herd him back into the cage, making myself large by puffing up my chest and holding my arms wide, after i get around in front of him.

Grand Lodge

Male Human Sorcerer/1

Ford cusses under his breath. He had her attention, she was listening... and then she was attacked and scurried off. And Solomon and Natraz weren't doing so well either. This wasn't working - they needed a plan.

And Ford thought he had one.

"...Master Solomon! Milady!" Ford called, pointing to Sol and Clarissa and pushing his hands towards the crowd, as if trying to force them back. "There's too many people here, and if they keep throwing stuff, she'll just get angry and attack! See if you can't urge them back and keep them from hurling stuff!"

Ford looked to the Dave and Natraz, his tone still all business and efficient. "You two! I think I can calm her down and coax her back to her cage, but not if she keeps slipping away like this! Can you flank her and cut off her escape routes? If I can get close, I can tire her out!"

Turning back to the dragon, Ford looked down at his hand, clenching it. What did they call the test for the Society? "Consider this our Confirmation test! Let's get that dragon back!"

The Concordance

Male Half-Elf Monk (zen archer) 1 AC 16/T 16/FF 13/HP 9/Fort +2/Reflex +5/Will +5/Base Atk +1/CMB +0/CMD 16 Perception +9/Initiative +3

"You heard the man!" Natraz has a smile on his face, but his eyes are serious. Embarrassed by his failure to contain the best, he wants to get this over with. He leans over and spreads his arm like he's trying to corner a chicken in the barnyard.

Liberty's Edge

Female Human Bard 1 | AC 15 T: 13 FF: 12 | HP 9/9 | Fort: 1 Ref: 4 Will: 3 | BAB: +0 CMB: -1 CMD: 11 | Init: +2 | Per: +5 SM: +5 | Performance 3/7 | Status: Normal

He's right, the crowd is only scaring the lizard further.

Clarissa holds her hands up and addresses the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, please! Between these brave men and the animal's handlers, you are not in any danger unless you continue to anger the, uh, dragon! For everyone's safety, please fall back and calm down!" she yells in her most confident voice.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Grand Lodge

Male Human Barbarian 1
stats:
AC: 18/15/13 F/R/W: 4/3/-1 Perc:-1 Init:+3
Ford A. Benett wrote:


Ford looked to the Dave and Natraz, his tone still all business and efficient. "You two! I think I can calm her down and coax her back to her cage, but not if she keeps slipping away like this! Can you flank her and cut off her escape routes? If I can get close, I can tire her out!"

"already working on it I figure by now ive got to be in front of it and id like to herd it toward the group.


MOLG// WOTW// Murder's Mark

The ad hoc plan presented by Ford manages to work...Clarissa and Sol seem to have quieted the crowd down enough to get them to create some space and stop throwing debris, Dave and Natraz corral the lizard from running down the midway, while Ford once again calms the lizard down...Just as it appears the team has captured the lizard, some carnies show up running to the lizard and throw blankets over her and, wrap her up, pick her up and take her back to her cage. An elder carnie seems to be directing their movements. The elder coax the flying humanoid down, scolds him for a few moments and directs him to accompany the some other carnies away from this scene. He then walks over to the five of you extending his hand out in greetings..."Many thanks for your assistance. My name is Berthold Flavion, the circus's Master of Beasts. I appreciate what you all have done for the circus. Phardaen was foolish to let the lizard get out on his watch. Here is 50 gp as a token of thanks from us here at the carnival." he says and offers the group a pouch of coins. "Sometimes it is hard to find a helping hand in these lands."

Liberty's Edge

Female Human Bard 1 | AC 15 T: 13 FF: 12 | HP 9/9 | Fort: 1 Ref: 4 Will: 3 | BAB: +0 CMB: -1 CMD: 11 | Init: +2 | Per: +5 SM: +5 | Performance 3/7 | Status: Normal

"I'm just glad no one was hurt. A scared," Clarissa pauses and smirks slightly, "dragon...could do a lot of damage. So can a stampeding crowd."

She turns to Ford, "Good thinking there. Someone had to take charge." She smiles warmly. I think he's sweet on me.

Clarissa then asks the others, "I could have sworn before all that excitement that I heard something about waiting to meet a contact. Would that be Jaggar?"

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