Rannik's Wrath of the Righteous (Inactive)

Game Master Patrick Levasseur

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"Worshipers of Baphomet..." He seems definitely upset. "We suspected that there were traitors in Kenabres. We just didn't investigate the right people it seems. We thought that it was coming from the nobles. But it seems we were looking in the wrong spot."

Horgus walk closer to the discussion. "Damn right you were looking in the wrong spot. Now I know who was responsible for all the questioning I had to go through. I was one of your suspects weren't I?"

Aravashnial just nod and lower his head. "To be honest, we investigated multiple nobles, yours was just a name on a list like some others."

Horgus look upset, but he remains somewhat calm. "Just some name on a list. Well, that little investigation cost me dearly. I had to clear out all those rumors that it started."

From further out, Anevia add to the conversation. "Well, maybe if you didn't hide your faith in the back of your warehouse, people wouldn't investigate you."

Hearing those words, Horgus turns toward Anevia. "Ah! So you are the one that did the digging. What a happy coincidence. The way I practice my faith is my own business. I doesn't concern anyone else. The only thing that matter is that I am loyal to the cause and not the other way around. And last I checked, entering someone's property without their consent is this illegal." He turns to the group. "The shrine she speaks of is dedicated to Abadar, in case you are curious."

Anevia looks down at the ground. "I was tasked by the Eagle Watch to investigate. They told me to find evidence, they were happy of my report. I didn't know the order came from him, not that it would have changed much. For what it's worth, I am sorry."

Horgus looks at both of them in turns, you can imagine the steam coming out. But instead of adding more to the conversation, he just walks away, kicking stones and mumbling.


Male Human Paladin (Sacred Shield) 1| hp 12/12 | AC 20 T 11 FF 19 | CMD 16 | F +5 R +1 W +3 (+2 vs cold environment) | Init +1 | Perception +1

Viktor silently watched the situation escalate, sighing as one walks away. "Well for now let's stay focused on getting out of here alive. We can worry about these kinds of things once we are safe."


Cleric(Mendevian Priest) 7/Holy Vindicator 5 | hp 132/145 | AC35 T17 FF 34 | CMD 26 | F +9 R +6 W +14 | Spd 40' | Init +5 | Perception +13

"This is not the time for this." Iona said as she looked at the group. "Our home is in pieces! Mine, yours, his, hers!" Iona stated, her tone stern but not angry. "Unless we can set this right it won't matter who wronged you because you'll have nothing left!" She reminded them.

Diplomacy(If needed): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25


Aravashnial and Anevia looks down, they both apologize. Horgus looks at Iona for a second, then nod. He still looks upset, but he doesn't restart the conversation. the mongrelfolks stand next to another corridor. "Yes... Well, if you are ready to go, please come this way. We are almost there."

You walk in a twisting tunnel for about fifteen to twenty minutes until you get to a large stone door. Four mongrelfolk stand guard here, they ready their weapons when they see you approach, but then relax a bit when they see Lann and the others. "Please wait here, I'll go to acquire permission for you to enter Neathholm." He walks the rest of the way and start talking to the guards. They look in your direction a few times. They then move to the door and open it. One of the guard pass through, while Lann waves you to approach. "Come, you have been given permission to enter on condition of meeting with our Chief. It's just a formality."

As you pass the door, you are greeted with a view of the town. A small, dark lake ripples in the center of this two-hundred foot-wide cavern, the walls and ceiling aglow with thick sheets of luminescent fungi. In the center of the lake, over two dozen low stone buildings cluster on a rocky one-hundred-foot-wide island. Lights glow in the windows of the buildings, giving the settlement an almost welcoming look. Rafts made of mismatched planks of timber bob along the length of a crooked pier on the lake’s closest shore.

Lann guides you to the biggest building in the town. As you walk there, you pass other mongrelfolk. They look at you with a mixture of curiosity and fear. When you reach the building, there is another set of guards before the door. They make some sort of salute and open the door. Inside the room, there are maybe a dozen of mongrelfolk. Among them, there is one sitting on a chair that is on an elevated platform. He is rather on the large side with white hair. His face makes you think a bit of a rat. He stands as you approach him. "Welcome to Neathholm Uplanders. What brings you to our town?"


Cleric(Mendevian Priest) 7/Holy Vindicator 5 | hp 132/145 | AC35 T17 FF 34 | CMD 26 | F +9 R +6 W +14 | Spd 40' | Init +5 | Perception +13

Iona gave a small bow to the man out of courtesy before she stepped up and began to speak. "I am Iona Pentaghast, I and those I travel with, where fell down a crevice created then resealed by demons when they attacked out home above. We seek away to return to the surface and see just what has become of our home and if needed take it back." Iona began before looking to the mongrelfolk that brought them here. "While moving through the caves we came across come of your people, they have been kind enough to lead us here," She turned back to the man upon elevated platform and gave a deeper bow. "And on behalf of our group I thank you greatly for allowing us into your home."


Male Human Paladin (Sacred Shield) 1| hp 12/12 | AC 20 T 11 FF 19 | CMD 16 | F +5 R +1 W +3 (+2 vs cold environment) | Init +1 | Perception +1

"Your hospitality is much appreciated. We only seek to return to our home." Viktor adds.


The chief listens to your words with much interest. "Return to the surface? My, that would be a problem. The closest tunnel that leads back to the surface is through the territories of the splinter group southeast from here. They are not a kind and welcoming people." His smile disappeared as he speaks of that group. "They have forsworn the teaching of that past and embrace the darkness that we live in." He takes a moment to readjust himself in his chair.

"Recently, they even cut the last ties of communication we had with them. The last news we got was that there was a change in leadership. So, I'm afraid, your quest for the surface will have to either wait as you make the long way around or you fight your way through them. Both, I'm sorry to say, are not the easiest of paths."

He stands and opens his arms as he continue. "Of course, while you decide, you are free to move around our town. And if you give me an hour or two, I might be able to put together some resources to help you as you have helped some of my people."


Cleric(Mendevian Priest) 7/Holy Vindicator 5 | hp 132/145 | AC35 T17 FF 34 | CMD 26 | F +9 R +6 W +14 | Spd 40' | Init +5 | Perception +13

"While I do not wish to rush into danger, I am willing to fight my through to return home. If these people that have taken over are who I believe they may be, I will gladly removed them." Iona said simply.

"We would welcome anything you are willing to give." Iona said with a small smile. "A place to rest is more then we could have ever asked for on its own." She told him as she bowed before him. "Thank you so much. If there is anything I can do to thank you upon the groups behalf all you have to do is ask."


Female Human Pistolero Gunslinger (Level 1) / HP 11 / AC 17 / T 13 / FF 14 / Fort +3 / Ref +5 / Will +4 / Perception +8 / Survival +8 / Initiative +3

"Iona speaks for me too in this. If there's anything we can do to repay you we are more than happy to. Your people have shown us such kindness already. We are very grateful!"


Inquisitor (Sanctified Slayer) 3| hp 1/21 | AC18 T13 FF 15 | CMD 16 | F +4 R +4 W +7 | Spd 20' | Init +9 | Perception +10

Bakji nods and looks around at the others. They had pretty much said what he would but he did notice one thing they had not asked for. "If possible could we have a safe place to leave our non combatants and injured? It would be best not to bring them someplace unsafe till we had at least checked out the area ahead and cleared it of danger. Besides, some rest would possibly do them wonders." he said adding onto what they had said.


"Very well then, I will have a guard escort you to an empty house that you can use to rest and prepare yourselves. We will look at what supplies we can spare to help you. And of course, those among you that aren't combat ready can stay within our walls while you look into the threat that is blocking your way." He climbs down from his position and walks toward you. He then shakes the hand of each of you and then ask one of the guards to show you to the house.

When you walk the street, you notice even more people are present. They all look at you with curious eyes. Some of the children, even run up to you to get a closer look, but the parents call them back. Eventually you make it to the house. It isn't a grand thing, but you have enough room for everyone. There are some basic furnitures and some beds. A few minutes later, someone knock on the door. When you open, you see two young mongrelfolk with basket of what look like food. They give them to you. "From... From the chief." One of them manages to say, before they run back out.


Cleric(Mendevian Priest) 7/Holy Vindicator 5 | hp 132/145 | AC35 T17 FF 34 | CMD 26 | F +9 R +6 W +14 | Spd 40' | Init +5 | Perception +13

Iona ensured to get Aravashinal settled and comfortable before the two mongrelfolk brought them dinner. "Oh thank... you." Iona tried to say before the two ran out. She sighed and set the baskets down before returning to Aravashinal's side. "I want ensure your wound isn't getting infected, and see if I can get new bandages from here. Will you let me?" She asked softly


Aravashnial turns his head toward Iona's voice. "Yes, please, you may." He sit down so that you can have better access to his wounds. "In any other time, this would have been a wonderful occasion. Finding the descendant of the first crusaders. That's quite unbelievable."

Horgus move closer to the baskets of food. He looks inside, trying to identify what's in it. Finally, he shrugs and takes a small bite of some sort of meat. "Not the best, but it's adorable." He walks closer to Iona and Aravashnial. "The town official, if any are still alive, will need to establish diplomatic relations with those people. Hopefully, there is still something up there for us to find."


Female Human Pistolero Gunslinger (Level 1) / HP 11 / AC 17 / T 13 / FF 14 / Fort +3 / Ref +5 / Will +4 / Perception +8 / Survival +8 / Initiative +3

"I've been worrying about that too..." Aleria nodded from where she sat, cleaning her gun and morningstar with a cloth. "What if it is all gone? What if we are all that is left? By the gods the Crusade..."


Cleric(Mendevian Priest) 7/Holy Vindicator 5 | hp 132/145 | AC35 T17 FF 34 | CMD 26 | F +9 R +6 W +14 | Spd 40' | Init +5 | Perception +13

"Will rise again." Iona said to finish off Aleria's words. She kept working on removing Aravashnial's bandages as she continued. "We will never give up the fight. Never leave innoncents to ther mercy of those who would give them a fate worse then death. We are crusaders, we are the line of defense between the Abyss and all of Golarian. Even if we're all that is left, week will push them back! Things do seem dark now, but remember, as a Sarenrie priest once told me, it is always darkest before the dawn. Keep moving foreword, and we will see that dawn." She then turned her full attention to Aravashnial's wounds. "The seems to look a bit better. Do they still cause you pain? Or only when touched? If so how much?" She asked gently.


Aravashnial winces slightly when Iona touches the wound to inspect it. "It still throbs, but I can bear it." He puts up a brave face, but you can hear the sadness in is voice. Horgus listen to Aleria and Iona and then add. "Hopefully, what Kenabres suffered was an isolated event, and not repeated throughout the border. So the crusade would have taken a hit, but there will still be people to push back against the demonic horde." Anevia gets closer and join in the conversation. "I'm sure there are still people up there. There has to be! The Eagle Watch as to be still there, defending what ever is left."


Cleric(Mendevian Priest) 7/Holy Vindicator 5 | hp 132/145 | AC35 T17 FF 34 | CMD 26 | F +9 R +6 W +14 | Spd 40' | Init +5 | Perception +13

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Iona gave the poor elven man a soft look, though of course he couldn't see it. Her hand moved down and rested on his cheek as she spoke, "I'm sorry... I wish my gift for healing was greater..." Her voice carried the sound on sadness but not pitty.

"If we survived others will have as well. Those who have seen what the world wound has to offer and returned are surely still breathing and fighting. We just have to get back up there and join them." Iona said to Horgus and Anevia. "I'm going to go see about getting bandages, I'll be right back." She told the whole group before she left the house to find what she sought.


Male Human Paladin (Sacred Shield) 1| hp 12/12 | AC 20 T 11 FF 19 | CMD 16 | F +5 R +1 W +3 (+2 vs cold environment) | Init +1 | Perception +1

Viktor seems to have lapsed into silence, zoning out as the conversation continues.


As Iona leaves the room, the rest of the group stays silent. Reflecting on all that happened so or just trying to rest.

Iona:
You step outside and start walking only to realise that you have no idea where you are going. There are still people walking around in the street, but a lot less than before.

Aravashnial is now considered Helpful


Cleric(Mendevian Priest) 7/Holy Vindicator 5 | hp 132/145 | AC35 T17 FF 34 | CMD 26 | F +9 R +6 W +14 | Spd 40' | Init +5 | Perception +13

Ask a local:
Iona waved down one of the passing mongrelmen, "I'm so sorry to bother you, but where might I purchase bandages?" She asked respectfully.


Iona's shopping trip:
The mongrelman looks at you. For a moment, he seems more fascinated at your appearance than answering you. He moves a bit closer, bringing his hand almost to you before realising how rude he is and steps back. "Sorry. Bandages, you say? Well, you could see our seer. If anyone has medical supplies, it is her." He then starts walking down a street. "Follow me, I will show you where it is." He guides you to a small house on the edge of the village. There are multiple plants growing all around the building. "She's in there. Her name is Opoli." He then bows to you and walk away.

If some of you want to do anyhting else, now is the time.


Cleric(Mendevian Priest) 7/Holy Vindicator 5 | hp 132/145 | AC35 T17 FF 34 | CMD 26 | F +9 R +6 W +14 | Spd 40' | Init +5 | Perception +13

Shopping:
Iona seemed to notice the mongrelman's fasination with her, though she couldn't settle on why. When they reached to seer's house she turned to him and asked. "Hold a moment, is it that I am just an oddity? Or is it the mark upon my forehead?" She did her best to not seem like she was angry or insulted. For she wasn't at all, mearly curous. "If you don't mind waiting for me to get the bandages, I'll answer any question you have so long as I am able if you'd be willing to walk me back so I do not get lost."


Iona is making some new friend:
He stops and turns back toward you. "Oh, sorry. It's just that we don't get to see people that are so... well... uniform. Aside from your mark, you have no visible distinguishing feature. It's, well, I don't want to offend, but it's weird." He looks at the house and then back at you. "I have no problem waiting for you here."


Cleric(Mendevian Priest) 7/Holy Vindicator 5 | hp 132/145 | AC35 T17 FF 34 | CMD 26 | F +9 R +6 W +14 | Spd 40' | Init +5 | Perception +13

New friends!:
Iona let out a small laugh, she wasn't offended by his comment at all but She was sure some would be. "Let me go get the bandages, I'll be right back and we can talk more."

With that she knocked, and if allowed, entered the house. "Are you Opoli?" She asked. "I was told to speak to you for bandages." She explained.


Iona and the witch:
You knock at the door. After a few seconds, the door opens slowly, yet you don't see anyone. You enter the house and you can see all sorts of plants and brewing equipment. With all the different smell mixing together, it is difficult to identify what is boiling here and there. Eventually, an old woman walks in the room from another door. She must be one of the most exotic mongrelfolk you have seen so far. If she still as any humans feature, you can't see any right now. She looks up at you and then moves toward a counter.

"Sorry, to keep you waiting Iona. I just don't move as fast as I used to." She starts digging below the counter, mumbling a few words. "Ah, there it is." She pulls out a satchel and walks toward you. "This is for you. I believe you will find what you need, and don't worry too much. The light always comes back in the end." She smiles at you, but when you see her teeth you almost wish she hadn't.


Cleric(Mendevian Priest) 7/Holy Vindicator 5 | hp 132/145 | AC35 T17 FF 34 | CMD 26 | F +9 R +6 W +14 | Spd 40' | Init +5 | Perception +13

What a delight!:
She knew my name... Right... Seer. Likely knew I was coming before I did.

"Take your time." Iona smiled softly to the woman and waited. When she was handed the satchel she gladly accepted it. "Thank you so very much. How much do I owe you?" She asked. While her smile would unnerve many, Iona didn't flinch. The woman had been so kind to her and she wasn't going to let an old woman's smile ruin that.


A gift for Iona:
"Don't worry about it, dear. The important thing is to get you back up there. You have important things to do, people to lead, demons to kill. Your path won't be easy, but the reward in the end will be worth it. Now go, this old woman needs a nap. Millie will see you out." She lightly taps you shoulder and walks away. You hear the door behind you opens. When you turn around you see a centipede as big as a cat right next to the door, looking at you.

It's a healer's kit.


Cleric(Mendevian Priest) 7/Holy Vindicator 5 | hp 132/145 | AC35 T17 FF 34 | CMD 26 | F +9 R +6 W +14 | Spd 40' | Init +5 | Perception +13

What a gift:
"Thank you." Iona said as she bowed to the woman. She turned to leave and jumped at bit at seeing the big centipede. "Sorry about that." She told it as she leaned down and patted it's head softly.

Finally she turned to the mongrelmen waiting for her outside as she secured the satchel on her person. "Your seer is very kind." She told him with a smile. "Opoli gave me more then I could have asked for." She told him as they began to walk back. "Oh! How rude, I have yet to give you my name. I am Iona Pentaghast." She told him. "and I thank you for bringing me here."


Iona's guide:
"Yes, she is. She's also unsettling. But I guess all seer must be like that. I'm Oskark Chack, pleasure to meet you. Helping you wasn't a problem." He seems to hesitate for a second, then he looks at you. "You come from the surface right? How is it up there? What's above you?"


Cleric(Mendevian Priest) 7/Holy Vindicator 5 | hp 132/145 | AC35 T17 FF 34 | CMD 26 | F +9 R +6 W +14 | Spd 40' | Init +5 | Perception +13

Where to begin?:
"Well, there isn't anything above us save for the sky. It has the sun during the day and the stars and moon at night." She tried to explain. "As for what's it is like, we'll right now I am unsure. When we fell down here it was because we had been attacked by demons... I don't know how it is right now." She admitted sadly. "But, I can tell you what it was like before that if you'd like."


Iona: The Sun, the Moon and everything!:

Iona tries to explain to Oskark the concept of an open sky with the sun and moon. But the exercise rather complicated. She feels like she's trying to explain the color blue to a blind man. But, with time and patience, she manages to make Oskark understand some idea of how the surface world works. Eventually, she is back in front of the house where the rest of the group is. "Well, thank you for your patience. I hope that one day I would be able to see all those wonderful sight you describe to me. But for now, I need to head back home. May the gods favor you, Iona Pentaghast." He bows to you and walks away. You can still see the awe and wonder in his eyes.


Cleric(Mendevian Priest) 7/Holy Vindicator 5 | hp 132/145 | AC35 T17 FF 34 | CMD 26 | F +9 R +6 W +14 | Spd 40' | Init +5 | Perception +13

Saying goodbye:
"May we meet again Oskark Chack, under for favorable circumstances." She calls after him as she waved goodbye before heading in.

"The healer here is a very kind woman. She gave me this kit, with it I should be able to help you more Aravashnial." Iona said as she returned to the blind man's side. Iona dug out some bandages and ointment and began to treat the elven man's wound properly.

Heal with kit: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 2 = 17
I would prefer to take 10 Or even 20 Since we have the time but if I cannot, I rolled.

"Did I miss anything while I was gone?" Iona asked as she worked.


You missed some uncomfortable silence, followed by more uncomfortable silence and punctuated by some really uncomfortable silence...


Cleric(Mendevian Priest) 7/Holy Vindicator 5 | hp 132/145 | AC35 T17 FF 34 | CMD 26 | F +9 R +6 W +14 | Spd 40' | Init +5 | Perception +13

"That much hmm?" She asks with a smile to them. Once she finished working on Aravashnial's bandages she put everything away as she asked him "Does that feel any better? It is all I really have, thanks to their seer, so I do believe it should be better then before no?"

Viktor, you've been quiet. Are you alright?" Iona asked as she stood from Aravashnial's side and made her way over to the paladin.


Male Human Paladin (Sacred Shield) 1| hp 12/12 | AC 20 T 11 FF 19 | CMD 16 | F +5 R +1 W +3 (+2 vs cold environment) | Init +1 | Perception +1

I have returned!

Viktor shakes his head, focusing his eyes on Iona and giving a smile. "Ah yes, of course! Just a bit lost in thought is all." He looks around. "Well. Should we consider resting for the night than?"


Inquisitor (Sanctified Slayer) 3| hp 1/21 | AC18 T13 FF 15 | CMD 16 | F +4 R +4 W +7 | Spd 20' | Init +9 | Perception +10

Bakji noticed his companion returned safe from harm. He nodded at Iona as if passing on the guard to her and let his bow finally come to rest. It was hard to tell that the Samsaran relaxed a bit giving how difficult facial expressions were for one with no eyebrows or irises.

He set his gear down and walked over to the Anevia "You leg...how is it? I may not be a cleric but I have seen my share of battle wounds in my past lives. Given our companion has come back with no trouble, I shall look for you a proper splint. Do you have other needs? I shall try to supply us with arrows as well though I don't think they have a priest of high power to help with your leg." he said in about as soft a voice as anyone had heard from him so far.

Diplomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1


Aravashnial touches the new bandage gently. "Yes, this will be much better. Thank you."

Anevia look at Bakji for a second, then look at her leg. "It still hurt, but at least I can feel my toes. I guess it could be worst. I could still be over there stuck under that rock." She smiles a bit and continues talking. "I would like to say that I had worse, but that would be lying. Maybe our friend over there has something in that satchel for a better splint." She points at Iona. "The arrows would be most welcome, and also, maybe a better crutch?"

Horgus looks at Viktor. "Since you have to fight our way out of here, it might be a good thing. As for myself, I'll try to see if there could be a long term relationship with these people. Whatever is left on the surface, we will need some supplies to rebuild. This place doesn't look like much, but something is better than nothing."

Anevia looks at Horgus. "Of course, you will take a profit from said relationship!" Horgus turns toward Anevia. "Of course, I might have a house to rebuild. But I will not charge the usual price. Just enough to get myself back on my feet too. I think it's only fair." Anevia looks like she about to say something else, but then close her mouth and stay quiet.

Anevia is now Helpful!


Cleric(Mendevian Priest) 7/Holy Vindicator 5 | hp 132/145 | AC35 T17 FF 34 | CMD 26 | F +9 R +6 W +14 | Spd 40' | Init +5 | Perception +13

"Try not to get too lost hmm? We need you here after all." Iona said as she gave Viktor a soft smile.

With that she made her way over to Horgus and Anevia. "Horgus, please. While I do not mind you all speaking to the locals, I even encourage it, do keep in mind that we are the strangers here. On my way back from the seer I had a wonderful conversation with one of them named Oskark, but the whole time I was trying to explain the sky, sun, moon, and stars. They don't understand our customs nor do we truly know theirs. I ask that you keep this in mind please." She requested before she looked to Anevia. "If you could please, take a seat and let me see about making that splint better for you."

Diplomacy for Horgus: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
In case you need it.
Heal for Anevia: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 6 + 2 = 24
If I can Iona would take her time on Anevia as well if not the roll is above.


Horgus looks at Iona. "Oh, don't worry. Everyone speaks the language of barter. I'm sure they have some resources that they have too much of and some that they don't have enough. Though, trading without knowing what we have left will be hard. Right now it's more a question of opening the possibilities." He turns to look at the rest of the group. "You people are good at killing monsters, I'm good at trading. It is my expertise." He looks sad for a moment. "Heck, maybe there are only a few survivors up there. And we might need a place to fall back to. This could be it. If we are to live here for a while, might as well see if this place work."

Horgus is now friendly.

While Horgus was making his speech, Iona managed to get a better bandage on Anevia's leg. Once done, she walks a bit on it to see how it feels. "Thanks, that's going to help. Though I think the three of us should stay here while you go out there. This way you won't have to worry about us." She looks at Bakji with a friendly smile as she says those words.


Inquisitor (Sanctified Slayer) 3| hp 1/21 | AC18 T13 FF 15 | CMD 16 | F +4 R +4 W +7 | Spd 20' | Init +9 | Perception +10

Bakji gives a small smile and a nod, before exiting the building and going out to search for arrows. He didn't have much to barter with but perhaps someone could use what he had on him.


Bakji heads outside to go shopping for some arrows. While he doesn't find any marketplace, he does see what look like a forge not too far from the house the group is in. Maybe ten minutes after he left, there is a Knock on the door. Opening the door, you recognize Lann, the mongrelman that you helped earlier. "The Chief sends me to you. Told me that this is all he can spare for the moment." He opens a bag and produces nine potions, some rations and five waterskins.

There is 6 potions of cure light wounds and 3 lesser restoration. Also, there is enough ration for one day for each of you.


Cleric(Mendevian Priest) 7/Holy Vindicator 5 | hp 132/145 | AC35 T17 FF 34 | CMD 26 | F +9 R +6 W +14 | Spd 40' | Init +5 | Perception +13

Iona bows thanking Lann as she looked through what was given. "I wish there was something we could give as some form of our thanks. Your people have been very kind to us." She told him as she smiled. "We don't have much in the way of coin, but we did find a few things on our travels here. Maybe your Chief could take a look and them and select things he wishes to keep as a token of our thanks?"


Inquisitor (Sanctified Slayer) 3| hp 1/21 | AC18 T13 FF 15 | CMD 16 | F +4 R +4 W +7 | Spd 20' | Init +9 | Perception +10

Bakji walks up to the forge and hails the building. "Hail, I am in seek of arrows. I would like to offer my assistance in any way I can help to show my appreciation for what your people have done for us as I fear I have little coin to trade. Do you have need of an unskilled laborer, an herbalist, or even an apprentice healer? Or perhaps someone skilled in the way of hunting?" he said loudly as he entered.

Diplomacy?: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (17) - 1 = 16


Bakji:
Nice roll there!
The smith looks at you for a second, studying the way you are dressed. "You're with that group that arrive some hours ago, didn't you?" He plays back the piece of metal he was working with in the fire and moves to the bellow. "Don't see what all the fuss was about. People were all excited over this. Saying you all sorts of crazy things." Once he is happy with the temperature of the fire, he walks closer to Bakji. "Arrows you say? And no coins?" He pause for a second, thinking on what Bakji said. "A trade? Maybe we could trade. Though you offer is a bit lacking. Unskilled laborer usually only gets in the way or, worst, gets hurt. I get all the herbs or healing from our Seer. Hunting, you say? Maybe we can find something there."

"Here's what I will offer you. There are two very useful components that I used in my work that are rather hard to get. Have you ever heard of a cave fisher? It's a nasty little bugger that hangs from the ceiling and use a long sticky filament to grab it's victim. The filament, aside from being sticky is one of the most durable fabrics we can get here. Also, the gland producing the filament as this pouch of sticky liquid, perfect to help bond stuff together. Bring me one or the other and you can take all the arrow you can carry. Bring me both, well my boy, I might something even better for you. What do you say, do we have a deal?" He thrust his hand toward for a shake to seal the deal.

Lann looks at Iona. "Well, I'm not sure what he would want is any. Maybe you can present it to him on the morrow when you leave. I'm sure he will be present to bless you in your quest."


Inquisitor (Sanctified Slayer) 3| hp 1/21 | AC18 T13 FF 15 | CMD 16 | F +4 R +4 W +7 | Spd 20' | Init +9 | Perception +10

Bakji listened to the idea "Is it mobile? Do you know perhaps of a breeding ground in the area or someone who might now of such things?" he asked as he was not familiar with the underground world.


Female Human Pistolero Gunslinger (Level 1) / HP 11 / AC 17 / T 13 / FF 14 / Fort +3 / Ref +5 / Will +4 / Perception +8 / Survival +8 / Initiative +3

Aleria had fallen in to a fitful sleep when they had been shown to the waiting place, her tiredness and the events of the day catching up with her all at once. She had lost herself for awhile, but came swimming back to consciousness when the knock came on the door.

She rose and stretched slowly, groaning. Armour was not meant for sleeping after all. She sighed before beginning to look over her gear. Her shots were down and she had no powder to replace them. She crossed the room to Lann and Iona.

"Excuse me for the interruption, but may I ask you a question? In looking to resupply I find myself without powder for my gun. If I was to need someone to speak to about the minerals found in the rocks here, who would I speak to?"


Bakji:
"It is mobile, but they are ambush hunters. So once they find a spot to hunt in, they rarely move. There is a spot near here where you can most of the time find some. I can indicate you the path. If I have a suggestion for you, don't go alone. The more eyes you have with you, the better!"

He uses a old parchement and draw a crude but effective map on it. You are pretty sure you can find the place with that.

Lann turns to Aleria. "Your gun?" He looks at you, not sure what you are talking about. Obliviously, black powder weaponry are not something they know about. "Minerals? We do have a small quarry not too far from here. Most of the useful minerals are sent here for process. What exactly do you need. Maybe we have some here."


Cleric(Mendevian Priest) 7/Holy Vindicator 5 | hp 132/145 | AC35 T17 FF 34 | CMD 26 | F +9 R +6 W +14 | Spd 40' | Init +5 | Perception +13

"I shall go through our things now. That way I can be ready when we leave tomorrow." Iona said with a respectful nod before she stood and went about gathering what she could.


Inquisitor (Sanctified Slayer) 3| hp 1/21 | AC18 T13 FF 15 | CMD 16 | F +4 R +4 W +7 | Spd 20' | Init +9 | Perception +10

Bakji nods and takes the bit of parchment. "I shall see about inquiring into this. It seems worth the time and effort." he said before heading out.

Bakji made it back to the group. "If we have the time, there is a monster that the blacksmith has offered a reward for. Arrows for the group, and maybe more if we are able to strip this monster of it's secretion sack and it's capturing filament and he mentioned an extra boons." he said as he re-entered the room.

He had heard Iona as they entered "I'd prefer to keep the glaive if only for the night but I see no harm in giving it up. I would rather a longsword as a back-up weapon anyways." he said nodding.


So, what direction are you going. Fight the creature the blacksmith mention. Go see the Chief. Head to the mineral treatment place to see if they have what is required for making gunpowder. You can also sleep for a while or go fight the group of bad guys blocking the way out. Lot's of options here!

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