Roland Aristocrat Campaign

Game Master Goldstool Shroomshine

Current Setting(s): Southern Docks Warehouse | Second Warehouse Map
Date: Wealday Afternoon, 18th of Abadius, 484
Objective: Investigate Mirror | Ensure the Spymaster's Wellbeing
Roland City Map | Design Document | Campaign Site | NPC List.


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Patron of the Persecuted, Estelle Bellerose | Theme Song | Know Local or Know Noble

Past, as Auction Begins

The Gift of Gab, as they say. He is a sorcerer, it is to be expected.” Estelle gives small claps at the end of Augustine’s introductory speech. “He knows what this crowd wants to hear, that is for certain.” Her last sentence almost came across as being disdainful to either the man or his crowd, but a growing smile contradicts her tone. When the first item is revealed, she looks around at the guests.“This will be interesting, I am sure.

After Tall Tail Inn Package Auction

Verrill’s guest. A doctor, I’ve heard, and a good one according to many of a friends. I was hoping you would know her, people like us need to band together.


Party Prince and Man of Gold, Augustine Langlais | Knowledge Noble

Raphael raises the bid on the Tall Tain Inn Special to five hundred gold pieces. Estelle gives a polite clap next to him, and a nearby Mirabelle rolls her eyes.

If there is no further bidding on the item, the Package now goes to Raphael. Gill, be sure to refund yourself if you can't take it. Again, everyone can raise an item by its increment and take it if it isn't claimed by a PC, otherwise a PC bid war begins.

The Lupine Robe seemed to be popular at first, a wave of bids raising the price rather quickly, but perhaps due to the less visible effects Augustine stated it produced, the bids became less frequent. The item reached a final price of 2500gp by the end of its run, snatched by young woman.

The four leaf clover had only a couple bidders, both of whom who must of saw it for more than a trinket. When Raphael began bidding, one of the guests (a robed man, wizardly) backed off the item, perhaps out of respect for the lawyer. The item’s bid ends at 1425gp, claimed by Raphael Montefiore.

Fourth/Final? Auction Wave

  • Sleeve of Many Garments, brought by Raphael Montefiore. Starting price 50gp, 10gp increment. Augustine seems delighted when the item is to be auctioned, slipping the translucent tube over his wrists. His outfit changes in a cycle, each time removing the tubes and reverting back to his standard attire before changing to something different when he puts them on again. First he wears a ruffled crimson shirt with white pants, then to heavy, turquoise jacket fit for the winter, lastly donning a rather nice tunic and cloak, all white, almost angelic. Augustine states that the item allows one to change their clothing’s appearance at will.
  • Traveler’s Any-Tool, brought by Raphael Montefiore. Starting price 50gp, 10gp increment. Augustine seems unsure what to make of the strange, iron bar lines with plate, spikes and notches. He begins to bend it around, twisting the object into new shapes, and quickly becomes amused as though he was a child playing with a toy. After fifteen seconds of playing with the item, he explains that the tool can be manipulated and changed to almost any practical tool. The man states that such an item allowed Raphael to build an entire Guard post and watchtower during his time in the Durendale Special Forces.
  • Seven Mercenaries for Seven Days, provided by Seth Varianna. Starting Price 150gp, 25gp increment. Augustine begins to try to list of the things one could do with seven mercenaries in a week. “Protect a small village, move your belongings for decorating, start a band, take a safe hike in the mountains. Kill a dragon even, Durendal has seen it done with less men and less time!
  • Gill’s Item(s). Present them whenever!


Male Human Theme Song Gendarme Cavalier 5 | HP: 21/35 | AC: 19 (11 Touch, 18 Flatfooted) | CMD: 18 |
Defenses:
Fort: +5, Reflex: +1, Will: +0
| Init: +1 | Perception: +1, Sense Motive: +12

Seth doesn't place any bets on the items presented, but can't help a small smile at Augustine's list for his item. He stands watching, curious as to who might bid on his item.


Female Human Oracle 4/Occultist 1
SA:
Harrowed Bonus:1/1 Int; Focused Trance: 4/4; Inspiration Pool: 2/6; Mental Focus 2/3, Hard to Fool: 1/1; Oracle:1st lvl spells 7/7; 2nd 4/4; Occultist 1st lvl spells 1/2
HP:27/27; AC 12; CMD 1; Fort +3; Ref +1; Will +8; Perception +12 (Darkvision 30' blind beyond that); Sense Motive: +14 (+1d6); Init: +0

Halcyon is a little disappointed her item was not more popular, but the money will benefit the unfortunate, so she shrugs it off.

Knowledge (Nobility): 1d20 + 9 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + 9 + (4) = 14

When her consultation session was auctioned off, she drew a blank on who Gerard Vieuxpont is. She would have to do some research.

Halcyon made a few bids on the Lupine robe, but dropped out as the bidding rose above 1000. When the bidding begins to wind down, Halcyon casts a cautious glance around to locate Mirabelle. She intends to strike up a conversation with the woman.


Medium Female Humanoid (Dwarf) | Expert 4 Alchemist 1 | Professional Theme

As the bidding on the final item begins to taper off, Gill collects herself. When it is finally awarded, she rises from her seat, making her way around the back of the left row and up to the stage.


Party Prince and Man of Gold, Augustine Langlais | Knowledge Noble

Raphael’s Sleeves of Many Garments earned a bit over four hundred gold pieces. At each bid, Augustine would slip off and on the sleeves and don a new outfit. His theatrics seem to garner a few more bidders to the item.

The Traveller’s Any-tool was not met with success however. Only a single bid was given to the item, one hundred gold pieces from the Halfing guardsman

Seth’s mercenaries had only two bidders, but both of them seemed intent on winning the bid. Romane Vieuxpont and Alexander Ravenhall went back and forth on the minimum increment several times before raising their wagers. When the bidding reached eighteen hundred gold coins, Romane backed away, seemingly more out of boredom than anything else.

The stack of envelopes with the items’ details appear half gone. Augustine doesn’t draw open another. He tallies something on a piece of paper before turning back to the crowd. “We are almost half done with the auction! According to what I’ve counted, we’ve raised very near to forty thousand gold pieces thus far! How wonderful! We might set new records if we keep this generosity!

Augustine smiles to the crowd. “One more item before a break, shall we? Some of the others require heavy lifting to get on stage, so we’ll take our pause as the stronger boys move them for me.” Augustine looks at the next envelope, raising his brow. “And it lo~ooks as though someone else will be presenting for once! For our last item let us welcome Doctor Guillaumine Sanz!


Medium Female Humanoid (Dwarf) | Expert 4 Alchemist 1 | Professional Theme

"Hello everyone. As Augustine said, my name is Docteur Sanz. I've brought some potions for everyone's consideration." She indicates a small crate, large enough to hold about fifty potion vials. "Well, technically, some of them are oils... but all the same. Unfortunately, I wasn't really thinking about the, uh, auction format when I was preparing these, so I've got a lot of, uh, duplicate items, and I've not really come up with the best way to auction them. I mean, if we do them individually, um, it could take a really long time..." She pauses for a moment, fidgeting with her mask. "I thought about grouping them in sets - like one of each unique potion to a set - but then it's still a bunch of duplicate items, and it's not really as fun to bid on an item when you know that the same item will be up for bid next, right? So then I thought, uh, maybe I could-"


Party Prince and Man of Gold, Augustine Langlais | Knowledge Noble

- Could use a little help, couldn’t she?” Augustine smiles widely, bending his knees slightly so he could wrap an arm around the dwarf's shoulder. “She’s far more used to saving lives, and let’s face it, I’m more of a talker than anything else. I’ll give some tips to move this along!

The host speaks quietly to the doctor, still holding his grin and speaking through gritted teeth: “Brevity, darling! Short things go a long ways, I’m sure you understand?


Medium Female Humanoid (Dwarf) | Expert 4 Alchemist 1 | Professional Theme

"Right, right. Uh, so anyway, I've grouped them by unique potion, or, uh, unique oil, in two cases." She reaches down, taking a vial from the case, and holds it up for everyone to see.

Fifth wave of auction stuff. :D

  • Set of 10 Potions of ant haul(CL1), brought by Guillaumine Sanz. Starting price 250gp, 50gp increment. Gill holds up a vial containing an opaque red liquid with the consistency of water. She explains that drinking this potion will grant the user the ability to carry far more than normal for a couple hours, making it good for manual labor.
  • Set of 10 Potions of crafter's fortune(CL1), brought by Guillaumine Sanz. Starting price 250gp, 50gp increment. Gill displays a vial, this one containing a green liquid a bit thicker than water. She explains that this grants magical insight into design, and is favored by artisans.
  • Set of 10 Potions of keen senses(CL1), brought by Guillaumine Sanz. Starting price 250gp, 50gp increment. This vial contains a white-ish liquid that seems rather thick. Gill explains that it grants enhanced perception for about a minute.
  • Set of 5 Oils of tears to wine(CL1), brought by Guillaumine Sanz. Starting price 125gp, 25gp increment. The liquid in this vial is almost completely clear, with just a hint of pink. Gill explains that this oil, when mixed with up to seven gallons of water, turns the water into wine.
  • Set of 5 Oils of tears to wine(CL1), brought by Guillaumine Sanz. Starting price 125gp, 25gp increment. The liquid in this vial is nearly identical, though it has a hint of yellow rather than pink. Gill explains that this oil is the same as the last, except that it turns water into mead.


Male Human Theme Song Gendarme Cavalier 5 | HP: 21/35 | AC: 19 (11 Touch, 18 Flatfooted) | CMD: 18 |
Defenses:
Fort: +5, Reflex: +1, Will: +0
| Init: +1 | Perception: +1, Sense Motive: +12

Seth can't help but smile as Alexander Ravenhall and Romane Vieuxpont went back and forth on his item. When Alexander won, Seth looked towards him and made a mental note for later.

As Gill began introducing herself, Seth almost wants to yell out Gill's name to cheer her on but stays quiet knowing it would probably do more harm then good. When Gill brings up the potions of keen senses, Seth seems interested both as a friend and as a potential buyer.

GM:

Intimidate: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
Seth will be bidding up to 650 gp for this set of potions

Sense Motive DC 13:

It seems as though Seth will be bidding upwards of 600 gp for this set.


Female Human Oracle 4/Occultist 1
SA:
Harrowed Bonus:1/1 Int; Focused Trance: 4/4; Inspiration Pool: 2/6; Mental Focus 2/3, Hard to Fool: 1/1; Oracle:1st lvl spells 7/7; 2nd 4/4; Occultist 1st lvl spells 1/2
HP:27/27; AC 12; CMD 1; Fort +3; Ref +1; Will +8; Perception +12 (Darkvision 30' blind beyond that); Sense Motive: +14 (+1d6); Init: +0

Halcyon is interested in the tears to wine oil set, but she doesn't immediately bid on the first set (wine version), in case Marcus has an interest. If he bids on the first set, she'll make no more bids, but will bid on the second set.

bid info:
She'll bid up to 200 gp to try to get either set of oils. She won't outbid Marcus, however.

The Exchange

Male Kitsune Bard (thunderstriker) 1

Marcus looks frustrated at loosing the running on the luck enhancing items such as the kitsune robe, but he's able to snatch the any tool for cheep, which is interesting and satisfies his obligation to buy Something.
when the oils are introduced he ponders the selection of tears to wine but dismisses them as unimportant to his needs


Male Inquisitor (Infiltrator, Sanctified Slayer) 5
Stats:
(AC 19/12Tch/17FF, HP 26/26, Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +7, Init +5, Per +11)
Social:
Diplomacy + 17, Bluff +17, Intimidate +5, Sense Motive +19, Know(Local) +13, Know(Nobles) +11

Gautier Bonnet:

Raphael sits bolt upright in his chair as the man convulses, his throat caught in alarm and holding him from calling for a guard for a critical moment. He listens in silence, his mouth ajar, as the man speaks in a monotone. 'Our organization'? Does he include me, or does he speak to me as one of many now? It's no surprise that they fear the Guard, as they should, but it is a masterful stroke to sneak a compelled man into the guard. Surely they had some contingency in place?" Despite his distaste, Raphael can't help but feel a hint of grudging respect for the degree of skill on display.

As Gautier recovers, laughing, Raphael leans back and looks at the man a moment, unsure how to react. He asks, "Who is this 'They' that want you alive? And what do you mean by 'real' warrior?"

"A pleasure, Mademoiselle Zephirine." He studies the strange woman a moment, unsure if he was being mocked or not. He nods, "I did indeed change a few things. They're a handy thing, though I don't think they can quite match the feel of a good set of boots and a well fitting jacket."

With Estelle of Augustine.

Raphael simply raises an eyebrow at Estelle's tone, a hint of a smile curving the edges of his lips.

My winnings take me to 3304 - 500 - 1425 gp = 1379 gp.

Raphael smiles and inclines his head gently and respectfully to the gentleman who'd been bidding against him for the clover. "It seems I've had a bit of luck, though it doesn't seem properly fitting for an item like this. I'll have to see about doing some more pro bono work to make of the difference, as I've not the cash at hand right now. Perhaps you've some recommendations, Estelle?"

Knowledge(Local): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27 Who's the wizard?

Raphael looks on in interest as the doctor takes the stage and makes her halting auction of the items. He considers offering a bid on the potions of ant haul, but insteads settles for quipping, "If I hadn't hired a new assistant recently I'd have to consider this first batch of potions. You'd be amazed how heavy some of my case files can grow."

No bids for now.


Murderer and Merchant, Gautier Bonnet

For Raphael:
Assuming you meant real lawyer, not real warrior.

Gautier, when collected, seems much like a normal, cheery person, despite his predicament. “There was an, um, other lawyer. Least what she said she was, um, around eight days back.” He pauses, thinking. “She - she just sat down, looked at me, and said my final mission was to tell the next lawyer those words. Lady made it sound like it was going to be the end of me. What, what a relief, right? Glory to Durendal!

After asking him a second time, Gautier tells you that “they” are who he’s given his entire life to. He proudly claims to be part of "The Reclaimers,” and declares their murder of the Galatian royals as the first of many actions to return Durendal to its former glory.

He tells you that he’s done his role in giving his message, and that it is time for you to do your task. He says he is glad he got "one of those blonde b****es," and looks forward to being judged on Durendale soil. He shouts, calling the Guardsman, telling them he no longer requires his lawyer.


Party Warehouse Map | Second Warehouse Map

Guillaumine’s potion sales are met with only a few bidders, though Vincent Durant opened the bid on most sets. His alchemist, Sibylle, gives him an expressionless glance, though returned to her side conversation with Verrill.

The Ant Haul set was seized by Vincent for 350gp, won in a quick series of bids between himself and a dwarven fellow.

The Crafter’s Fortune potion was the most popular, sought after by Vincent, Darius, Beatrice de Beaux, and Valentina Silverstone. After a few bids back and forth, Valentina and Darius seemed to make an arrangement to split the set. The bidding ended at 825gp.

The Keen Senses set was bid on by Seth Varianna, Vincent Durant, and Alexander Ravenhall. The latter two men stopped when Seth bid 475gp, claiming the set of potions.

The Tears to Wine set was claimed by Halcyon with a single bid. The set of oils sold for 125gp.

The Tears to Mead oils gather a bit more attention. Vincent Durant, the Halfling Guard officer, and Verrill Blightguard bid on the item. The set was won by the Halfling, ending the bid on a round three hundred gold pieces.


Party Prince and Man of Gold, Augustine Langlais | Knowledge Noble

With the last of Gill’s items accounted for, Augustine asks for a round of applause for all donors and bidders of the afternoon. “We have plenty more, I assure you all, everyone’s fancy will be met. Let’s give us, say, fifteen before we resume?” The host walks off the stage, scanning the crowd as people begin moving away from the stage for a brief respite.

Augustine moves through the guests to approach the doctor and the near-by Verrill. “Gilly, dear, you did wonderful. I could hardly tell it was your first time at an event like this.” Was the man not brimming with enthusiasm, with a strange, almost child-like glee, you’d think he was acting sarcastic and patronizing. "I'm praying this isn't your one-and-only appearance with us, little one."


Lab Rat, Verrill Blightguard | Knowledge Local

The ratfolk alchemist grins at the doctor. “Verrill is most impressed you had the time to make such potions. None of them were the ones Verrill gave, yes?


Scoundrel Lord, Alexander Ravenhall Theme Song | Know Noble or Know Local

Alexander approaches Seth. He still wears the midnight robes with golden accents you saw him sporting at Emile’s New Years party. “Bold,” he begins, slow and deep, “to offer such services among such company. We’ll discuss our future venture at a later date. Alexander Ravenhall. I don’t believe we spoke at Emile’s gathering, but I recall your presence.” Alexander takes the hand of Lucia, introducing himself to her. He notices Evelynn Durant, giving her a small wave before returning to Seth.

Good to see you well after that fiasco. Arrived home safely I presume?


Second-Born Sweetheart and Life of the Party, Romane Vieuxpont | Know (Local/Nobility) | Theme Song

Romane parts the crowds with smiles and whispers, moving across the warehouse towards Marcus. She wears a stunning black dress contrasting her pale skin, and is adorned in silver jewelry around her fingers and neck.

Romane speaks in a sultry tone. “Marcus, darling, I didn’t know you danced in my circles, I expected you to be a mere tavern-boy.” The young woman inspects Beatrice before turning back to the kitsune. “Li’l Tris is your date? Darling, I thought we had something special.

Beatrice stammers, flustered, though is interrupted by Romane. “Little jest, love.


Youngest Scion, Gerard Vieuxpont | Know Noble

A man follows behind Romane, pushing the crowd that forms in her wake aside. He is broad shouldered, and carries himself with a boastful stride. He is rather handsome, with tailored clothing lending to his appearance. He looks hardly over twenty.

He glances at Beatrice, giving her a smile before turning to Marcus. He waits for Romane to finish speaking before offering his hand Marcus. “Gerard Viuexpont.

After the exchange, Gerard stares at Marcus befuddled. “Tamarin. Marcus Tamarin. Wait, wait!” The man’s excitement builds. “You were one of her "Closet Crew" on New Year’s weren’t you? You were! Thought Ro was making up stories. How much I have to get you drinking to tell that tale, huh?” He smiles, and slaps Marcus on the back as if they were old friends.

Beatrice appears quite confused by both Vieuxpont children, not understanding either of their relations to Marcus, or the context for Gerard’s questions. She hangs on Marcus, smiling idly.


Lucky Lover-girl, Rosalie Faye | (No Knowledge)

After the host leaves the stage, two figures stand on the fringes of Halcyon’s view. Though foggy, their vivid, clashing colors identify them as the Durendale woman and Galatian man bidding on the Elixir of Love earlier. It is clear they stare at the oracle, and after much deliberation, they rush over towards her.

The woman stomps towards Halcyon in loud, exaggerated movements. “Mademoiselle Oracle! You’re that Oracle! The future see-er!


Lucky Lover-boy, Silas Mortimer | (No Knowledge)

Miss Oracle is a seer now, honey!” The two are inseparable. Where the Galatian didn’t move with the same sweeping movement as his other half, he was quick to adopt similar mannerisms. His voice falls to a loud whisper, he covers his mouth, though still moves wildly. “Honey! Don’t ruin our shot at this, please apologize!

Rosalie:I am sorry, Mademoiselle Oracle, please forgive me, Mademoiselle oracle!” She bows frantically, blurring into a rainbow. When she rises, she begins a small jig, tapping the stage, stomping lightly, slapping her leg. The man follows her actions, and soon they bring in looks with their sounds and motion

The two of them stop suddenly, nod at each other, and face the oracle. They speak in unison.
I’m Rosalie Faye and -
I’m Silas Mortimer and -

They both stop jerking their head to look at the other. They both point their fingers at the other, and begin gesturing to determine who would speak. When they reached a decision, the Galatian man began, though was spoken over by his partner before he finished his first word.
- And this is my lo-
- And this is my -

Silas: They both sigh, defeated. Silas looks back to the seer as Rosalie returns to her loud dance-like motions. “Can you really, really see the future?” Silas begins to drum on the stage.

Rosalie:You can’t take someone’s word for it! I have a test, darling” The woman holds up three fingers, waving them in front of the oracle. “How many fingers am I holding up, Mademoiselle Seer?

Silas:H-Honey, she is blind.

Rosalie:I know, darling. She’ll need to look into the future and see how many I’m holding up then.” The woman rolls her eyes, moving her entire head in the action, as if it would help the blind oracle see it better. “Sorry Mademoiselle Oracle, we need to know you’re the real deal, and this is the only way.” She looks at Silas, winks, and raises a fourth finger. The man tries to hold in a giggle, confident the oracle has been tricked.


Patron of the Persecuted, Estelle Bellerose | Theme Song | Know Local or Know Noble

Charity is certainly a large demand, low supply here. I have a few ratfolk asking for my help, thankfully the defendants are alive this time. Chemists, like Verrill. I can bring them to your office if you like.


The Whisper on the Winds, Mirabelle Zephirine | Theme Song | Know Local

Spend more zan what zee normal man makes his whole life on a leaf, and zee response eez to work without pay? Rich and an angel, Stella.

Mirabelle smiles at Raphael after he mentions almost buying the ant haul potions. “Has anyone ever told you zat you really seem to enjoy reminding those nearby zat you are a lawyer?

Estelle shoots the Sylph a glare. “Eet was just a joke, he knew zat, no?


Female Human Oracle 4/Occultist 1
SA:
Harrowed Bonus:1/1 Int; Focused Trance: 4/4; Inspiration Pool: 2/6; Mental Focus 2/3, Hard to Fool: 1/1; Oracle:1st lvl spells 7/7; 2nd 4/4; Occultist 1st lvl spells 1/2
HP:27/27; AC 12; CMD 1; Fort +3; Ref +1; Will +8; Perception +12 (Darkvision 30' blind beyond that); Sense Motive: +14 (+1d6); Init: +0

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 14 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 14 + (2) = 19

While Halcyon observes the odd pair dance and gush, she draws a quick Harrow card and lets her eyes flick down to see the card while she runs her fingers over the card's surface as if seeing it with her fingers. She tries to sense what motivates their energy while she thinks of a clever way to respond to their challenge. It's not the first time people have asked for such proof. She knew that she couldn't predict the future, at least not usually and particularly not over trivial matters. But people usually responded well to her if she could grasp the issue that concerns them before they reveal it.

Harrow Deck Card: 1d54 ⇒ 4

She draws The Forge

What insights does her sense motive result earn her about the two.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Halcyon also looks for clues about them in what she can see and hear of them.

The Exchange

Male Kitsune Bard (thunderstriker) 1
NPC Romane Vieuxpont wrote:

Romane parts the crowds with smiles and whispers, moving across the warehouse towards Marcus. She wears a stunning black dress contrasting her pale skin, and is adorned in silver jewelry around her fingers and neck.

Romane speaks in a sultry tone. “Marcus, darling, I didn’t know you danced in my circles, I expected you to be a mere tavern-boy.” The young woman inspects Beatrice before turning back to the kitsune. “Li’l Tris is your date? Darling, I thought we had something special.

Beatrice stammers, flustered, though is interrupted by Romane. “Little jest, love.

"I've rarely seen a circle that I wouldn't dance in, whether that be amongst the blue blood or the rabble matters little to me, but worry not, my tavern is far from my only property, though it is the most fun"

When (apparently) her brother speaks he laughs, a warm and hearty laugh "well now if we're talking about stories you need to be sloshed to tell, then by all means come by some time and we'll see if I can drink you under the table, be sure to come with your own suitably interesting take so we can properly get to know one another"


Male Human Theme Song Gendarme Cavalier 5 | HP: 21/35 | AC: 19 (11 Touch, 18 Flatfooted) | CMD: 18 |
Defenses:
Fort: +5, Reflex: +1, Will: +0
| Init: +1 | Perception: +1, Sense Motive: +12

"I don't recall talking to you, but I remember seeing you as well." Seth pauses as he introduces himself to Lucia. As the introduction finishes he continues. "Yes, we stayed the night at the Tall Tail Inn. That night is one I hope I never have to repeat. And you? How did you fair?"


Medium Female Humanoid (Dwarf) | Expert 4 Alchemist 1 | Professional Theme

"Gilly, dear, you did wonderful. I could hardly tell it was your first time at an event like this. I'm praying this isn't your one-and-only appearance with us, little one."

Gill reflexively tugs on the beak of her mask, adjusting it slightly. "I hope to continue participating in charity events, yes. But, erm... Her voice grows soft, her tone becoming rather meek. "I prefer Gill, if you would. Or Guillaumine. Or Sanz. Just not...not Gilly." She can be heard exhaling a deep breath, muffled as it is by the mask, but her voice returns to normal after. "But yes, I was quite nervous. Especially when I got up there and realized that my original plan to sell the potions individually wasn't suited to the auction format. I appreciate you stepping in to keep me on track."

"Verrill is most impressed you had the time to make such potions. None of them were the ones Verrill gave, yes?"

"Oh, certainly not!" Gill pauses for a moment, seemingly at a loss for words. "Those potions belong to the clinic," she finally explains. A moment passes before she frantically adds, "A-and, of course, I would never give away a gift so easily, either!" She breaks eye contact briefly, fidgeting with her mask again.


Lucky Lover-boy, Silas Mortimer | (No Knowledge)

To Halcyon:
Rosalie and Silas seem to lack any clear motivation outside ascertaining if your abilities are genuine. It seems more inspired by a child-like wonder than any secret intent. They seem focused on making sounds with their actions, which they only started upon reaching the oracle.

Looking at the young couple, it becomes clear that they are outsiders. From their mannerisms, ill fitting, poorly coordinated, bright clothes, and their raucous behavior, you are near certain they lack the social standing to be at such an event. While Guillaumine Sanz and Verrill Blightguard don’t quite fit in with aristocracy, they are in the very least professionals in their trade. You do not feel as if these two have any profession worth noting.

When Halcyon draws her card, the Galatian man is filled with glee. “She’s a magician too?! We lucked out, honey!


Youngest Scion, Gerard Vieuxpont | Know Noble

Gerard adopts a more relaxed position. While still a big man, he is less intimidating when he isn’t puffing his chest up. “Here that Ro? Drink me under the table! Marc, buddy, you’re on a quick path to being my favorite trespasser.


Second-Born Sweetheart and Life of the Party, Romane Vieuxpont | Know (Local/Nobility) | Theme Song

Uninvited guest, Gerard. Trespassers are never welcome, but a guest is another story entirely.” Romane makes room for her brother, stepping closer to Marcus. “I thought I was imagining events, but it seems several of my wardrobe companions are present. How rude they didn’t re-introduce themselves...

Romane’s glances to those she saw that evening (Seth, Valentina, Raphael), her brother attempting to follow the looks, trying to guess which guests were the “trespassers.”

"No matter, you'll introduce me another time, won't you Marcus?"


Scoundrel Lord, Alexander Ravenhall Theme Song | Know Noble or Know Local

The evening was far too long, and spirits were all too low.” Alexander puts his hand to his chin, recalling the night. “The walk home was cold, but I enjoyed the time to reflect. The ocean’s waves were calm, soothing even, despite the turmoil on land.

The noble looks around, eyes bouncing to inspect nearby guests, gaze hovering for a moment on the plumed soldier behind him. “The Guard’s follow up was rather extensive. I was surprised to see such effort in their investigation whilst spread so thin.


Party Prince and Man of Gold, Augustine Langlais | Knowledge Noble

Augustine seems to either not notice the Dwarf’s shyness, or not acknowledge it. “Gill! Already sharing nicknames! How delightful! Let’s see, "Auggie," though begrudgingly I am no stranger to "Gus." We could have done your little party favors one at a time, though it is already too clear I love being the center of attention. The crowd would think I put you up to it just to stay on stage a bit longer.


Lab Rat, Verrill Blightguard | Knowledge Local

Verrill was jesting, imagine if Verrill gifted hundreds of wine oils.” The alchemist chuckles to himself. “A different type of medicine, some others may prefer in fact. In a world that does not need doctors or alchemists, Verrill imagines we’d make good brew-masters. Different reagent, different formulas, but the same chemistry.


Party Warehouse Map | Second Warehouse Map

Several of the servants begins to move objects from the corner of the warehouse to the stage. One carries a sheathed blade with the utmost care. Another handles a mannequin adorned with several well crafted articles of clothing, likely magic.

Some of the larger items already on stage are revealed, cloth tarps removed to prepare for their auction. A human sized clockwork construct lies motionless. A beautiful, large harp made with a dark wood beckons to be played. A handcrafted wardrobe with a front-facing full body mirror shows the entire wardrobe in its reflection. A suit of armor, likely from the Wars of Durendale Expansion judging by the symbols and colors.


Male Human Theme Song Gendarme Cavalier 5 | HP: 21/35 | AC: 19 (11 Touch, 18 Flatfooted) | CMD: 18 |
Defenses:
Fort: +5, Reflex: +1, Will: +0
| Init: +1 | Perception: +1, Sense Motive: +12

"On the contrary I think their extensiveness is warranted, if not necessary. Some group of people pulled of a series of dozens of killings in one night. This is something they need to understand better and try to stop them before another massacre happens." As Seth finishes talking, a frustrated look comes across his face for naught but a few seconds. He shakes his head, clearing his mind and continues speaking,"My apologies if I went to far. This reminds me, I have been wondering this ever since I arrived. What group do the men you hired belong to?"


Medium Female Humanoid (Dwarf) | Expert 4 Alchemist 1 | Professional Theme

"Verrill was jesting, imagine if Verrill gifted hundreds of wine oils." The alchemist chuckles to himself. "A different type of medicine, some others may prefer in fact. In a world that does not need doctors or alchemists, Verrill imagines we’d make good brew-masters. Different reagent, different formulas, but the same chemistry."

"You joke about it, but the wine oils can serve a real medicinal purpose. The alcohol fortifies water, cleansing it of corruption. It isn't as pressing an issue here, in civilized Roland, but in marshy areas like Murgleis where insects are rife, it is critical for cleansing miasma." Gill pauses for a moment, thinking. "It's also a useful substitute for steeping when distilled alcohol is not available. I've read that, before distillation, wine and mead were prized for the ease with which they were infused with medicinal herbs. Oh, and have you heard? There have been claims that distilled alcohol can be applied directly to a wound to prevent infection. It sounds silly, I know, for something that causes no visible corrosion to living creatures to be considered a disinfectant, and I haven't been able to test it myself, but I can see the logic behind it: alcohol has been shown to purify contaminated water, so it isn't a terrible leap to say that it might purify other things."


Female Human Oracle 4/Occultist 1
SA:
Harrowed Bonus:1/1 Int; Focused Trance: 4/4; Inspiration Pool: 2/6; Mental Focus 2/3, Hard to Fool: 1/1; Oracle:1st lvl spells 7/7; 2nd 4/4; Occultist 1st lvl spells 1/2
HP:27/27; AC 12; CMD 1; Fort +3; Ref +1; Will +8; Perception +12 (Darkvision 30' blind beyond that); Sense Motive: +14 (+1d6); Init: +0

Halcyon held up a hand, showing the card she had drawn. Her other hand gestured for the couple to be quiet and still. "Your agitation makes it hard to see anything, past, present, or future. Please calm yourselves."

Halcyon waits for them to do this if they can and then says, "You speak as if the future is a book whose pages I can read for you before you turn the page of the present and live through the events yourselves. In fact, the future is fluid, like a river. Its water may run to the sea, but many events may cause it to swirl and eddy in one direction or another. Or looked at another way, the future is like the streets of a city. If you walk those streets, you are limited by the houses and walls of the city, but you may still choose which streets to walk or whether to enter a house or climb a wall.

"Think for a minute what it would mean if I could tell you that when you walk out the front door of this warehouse, a band of thieves would attempt to rob you. Now calm yourselves, no such future do I see, but suppose I told you that. If you did not want that future to occur, you could just walk out the back door, or hire Seth and his mercenaries to protect you or remain in the warehouse for the rest of your lives. You see, the future cannot be fixed. Now I only offer a service of seeing possible paths you could walk. Which path you walk will determine your future. And I cannot know what you will choose."

"This is not the time or place for a consultation, but after the auction, let's talk and perhaps you can come to my place and you can tell me what concerns you. What brings you to the auction?"


Lucky Lover-boy, Silas Mortimer | (No Knowledge)

Behind the Screen:
CL: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
As soon as Halcyon asks the couple to calm themselves, they become as straight and stiff as arrows. They nod enthusiastically when Halcyon first speaks of the future, though they begin to get lost in the later metaphors. When mentioning thieves, Halcyon told the pair to calm before they could voice their horror to this supposed future. The two remain silent, feeding on her wise words.

When Halcyon asks what brings them to the auction, the two look as though they’ve seen ghosts. Their eyes become wide with surprise, though Rosalie hides it quicker than Silas. The Galatian glances the the floor, speaking under his breath. “Well, we, um, we snuck-


Lucky Lover-girl, Rosalie Faye | (No Knowledge)

Rosalie looks rather boastful when she answers Halcyon’s inquiry, grinning and covering the mouth of Silas as she speaks over him.. “We’re good friends of Augustus.

Silas:Augustine,” he corrects, “we’re good friends, so he lets us call him Augustus.

Rosalie:Best of pals, really. He personally invited us.” They both nod, convinced that their story is foolproof. Rosalie takes a step towards Halcyon. “We’d love to stop by, but, um, we’re so busy with plans and, um, business and balls and galas and such.

Silas: "And how'd you get here? Walk the future-streets and see it to be what was to be?"

For Halcyon:
Most of what they state seems to be fabricated. The woman is a better liar than her partner, but you sense at least a partial truth or personal belief in her friendliness to the host.


Lab Rat, Verrill Blightguard | Knowledge Local

Verrill looks amazed as Guillaumine muses the medicinal uses to alcohol. He seems overly enthused when he reacts, speaking even quicker than he usually does. “Verrill retracts what he said, the potion has more uses than Verrill thought. Though distillation and purification, the spell is potent, even moreso for alchemists. A simple process would remove the contaminants, flavor and sugars, and yield a pure solution, and one that can purify other substances as well. If such a solution could stave disease and infection, a vial of such a spell could able to provide enjoyment in the best of times, and save lives in the worst.

We must test this aspect, Verrill has an idea how to without endangering life as well. Verrill will need to come to your lab, er, clinic to test this with you.

Augustine, lost in the conversation now, pats both of the small alchemists on the shoulder as he heads elsewhere. Verrill hardly notices as he jots formulae into a notebook, evidently ideas from this newest revelation.


Scoundrel Lord, Alexander Ravenhall Theme Song | Know Noble or Know Local

I couldn’t agree with you more. Warranted in every regard, though if each of the victims received such investigations, the Guard would be without forces to maintain order. I suspect Helmuth’s involvement to be partly why such measures were taken on Miss Bolton’s particular case.

On Seth’s question, Alexander’s brow raises ever so briefly. “Most guests at such gatherings see hired soldiers as mere decoration of the event. I don’t believe I’ve been asked such a question.” He looks at Seth for a few moments in silence. “Before I answer, how do you know them to be mine?


Party Warehouse Map | Second Warehouse Map

To Marcus:
Neither Vieuxpont seems to have bloodlines, domains, hexes, schools, or mysteries. In addition, Romane has no magical auras, while her brother hides a few within his vest.


Female Human Oracle 4/Occultist 1
SA:
Harrowed Bonus:1/1 Int; Focused Trance: 4/4; Inspiration Pool: 2/6; Mental Focus 2/3, Hard to Fool: 1/1; Oracle:1st lvl spells 7/7; 2nd 4/4; Occultist 1st lvl spells 1/2
HP:27/27; AC 12; CMD 1; Fort +3; Ref +1; Will +8; Perception +12 (Darkvision 30' blind beyond that); Sense Motive: +14 (+1d6); Init: +0

Halcyon takes a moment to take in her surroundings without making obvious moves to look about. She gestures for the two to lean in and speaks in soft tones not likely to be heard by even nearby listeners. She keeps an eye on Mirabelle in particular, moving to a different part of the hall if she senses the sylph trying to listen in.

GM:
Once Halcyon has their attention, she sighs and speaks earnestly, ignoring Rosalie's question. "For me to see the future, I must first see the present, because the future always starts in the present. If you lie about the present, I can't see the future properly. I can tell you were not invited and are trying to fit in. That's okay, I won't tell anyone. But that means you are here for something you can't get outside: safety, money, or help. If you are in danger, I can call over a friend who is a bodyguard and another who has a mercenary company. If you are in legal trouble, I have a friend who is a lawyer. He will help you. I will pay for it if you can't. If you need money or healing or other help, there are those who can help. Everyone here is here because they want to help people. So you came to the right place.

"Now," Halcyon puts her hands on Rosalie's and Silas' hands, "your future depends on you telling me the truth about why you are here."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 + 1d6 ⇒ (10) + 10 + (5) = 25


Male Human Theme Song Gendarme Cavalier 5 | HP: 21/35 | AC: 19 (11 Touch, 18 Flatfooted) | CMD: 18 |
Defenses:
Fort: +5, Reflex: +1, Will: +0
| Init: +1 | Perception: +1, Sense Motive: +12

Seth stands in the silence and as he is about to start talking Alexander continues with his question. "I don't know if they are yours. I assumed that since this is your warehouse and I heard you helped organize this event that you were the one to hire them." Seth pauses for a moments, trying to remember what he was going to say before Alexander asked his question in return. "For better or for worse I am not most guests. It just piqued my interest into other mercenary groups across the city."

The Exchange

Male Kitsune Bard (thunderstriker) 1
NPC Gerard Vieuxpont wrote:
Gerard adopts a more relaxed position. While still a big man, he is less intimidating when he isn’t puffing his chest up. “Here that Ro? Drink me under the table! Marc, buddy, you’re on a quick path to being my favorite trespasser.

"you are chalanging a bartender to a drinking contest, I do hope you know what you're getting into" he teases "mayhaps you shouldn't schedule anything too terribly important the next day either" he decides to stock up on alchemical kindness and potions of "Cleese of alcohol" just in case

He turns to Romane "and of course I'll introduce you, I would just like to talk to them about it first, unless they decide to introduce themselves first, I don't Forsee any issues, but then the realm of the future is much more Halicon's domain than mine


Male Inquisitor (Infiltrator, Sanctified Slayer) 5
Stats:
(AC 19/12Tch/17FF, HP 26/26, Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +7, Init +5, Per +11)
Social:
Diplomacy + 17, Bluff +17, Intimidate +5, Sense Motive +19, Know(Local) +13, Know(Nobles) +11

Gautier Bonnet:

I did indeed mean real lawyer. Late night brain wasn't cooperating when I was writing.

Raphael makes a note of the time the lawyer visited his client, scowling. "I'd ask you to refrain from saying anything, though given your admission it may be worthwhile to consider pleading guilty. I will begin my work and will have an aide arrange to speak with you about any further questions I might have. I will be in touch, Monsieur Bonnet. Please don't speak to anyone without me present."

Next mission for Emile de Beaux is going to be tracking down this lawyer who spoke with Bonnet.

"I'd appreciate it. My office would be perfect, just let me know when is best and I'll clear my schedule." Raphael maintains a level smile as Mirabelle makes her commentary. "I'm always happy to do what I can, though to call me an angel is surely too much, Mademoiselle Zephirine."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (18) + 18 = 36 Is Mirabelle poking fun the entire way through or only the bit about being a lawyer?"

Bluff DC 25:

A slight twist to his lips is quickly turned back to a smile, but it reveals that Raphael is a touch annoyed by the jibe about reminding folks that he's a lawyer.

Bluff + STH: 1d20 + 16 + 1d6 ⇒ (7) + 16 + (2) = 25

Raphael chuckles, shrugging ruefully, "I'm afraid the truth is much more mundane and paints me in perhaps a worse light. I spend so much time absorbed by my work that I have little else to quip about."


Medium Female Humanoid (Dwarf) | Expert 4 Alchemist 1 | Professional Theme

"I am not myself particularly familiar with the distillation of fermented drink - I have only heard rumors of its potential medicinal applications - so the process may be simple, or it may be complex. I do have a retort, so we should be able to achieve it, in theory, though I know not at what temperature to set it, nor which of the two solutions is waste and which is refined." Gill stops, thinking. "I can say, at least, with confidence that both mead and wine, as well as ale, can be used to purify corrupt water, though the taste is unpleasant, especially when ale is used. I have read several suggested ratios, ranging from twenty parts water for each part wine to three parts water for each part wine, though without a means to detect corruption specifically, it is hard to test without putting one's health at risk, and I do not know if these ratios are the same for mead or ale, or if different ratios must be used." She pauses again, then nods. "I'll admit I'm interested in hearing how you plan to test the disinfectant nature of the so called water of life without such risks, though. As I said, I believe I have the necessary equipment to perform the distillation, at least on a small scale."


Lucky Lover-girl, Rosalie Faye | (No Knowledge)

Behind the Screen:
Roll: 1d20 + 15 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 15 + 4 + 3 = 33

After being close, Rosalie recoils from Halcyon, trying to maintain a forced grin as she reacts. “N-Not invited? You must, um, must not be as good…” She looks to Silas, waiting for him to interfere.


Lucky Lover-boy, Silas Mortimer | (No Knowledge)

Silas shrugs. As soon as he speaks, the pair begin to talk without pause, finishing each other’s tangents, not giving the time to interrupt. “Well, first we wanted a free meal -

Rosalie:- No, no, we first wanted to find something to do to celebrate for our anniversary-

Silas:- like enjoy a nice, warm meal, away from the cold -

Rosalie:- at a nice place, dressed like, well...” Rosalie spins to show off her dress, proud of it, “people like you Mademoiselle Oracle. So when we saw everything getting set up, we knew we had to take part of it.

Silas:So we snuck in!” The galatian man sounds proud, perhaps oblivious to any implication sneaking may have. “We, um, fo~und,” he extends the word far too long, and gestures to Rosalie with a wink. Rosalie gives him the thumbs up, approving of his word choice. “ourselves some outfits, and strolled right in!

Rosalie:The brutes at the door didn’t take kindly to that.

Silas:The opposite, really. Our disguises were perfect too!

Rosalie:But Augustus saw us and said we were last minute guests! Probably thought my Golden-Boy was Galatian royalty. He called him ‘exciting’ and ‘raw!’

Silas:All Galatians are royalty, honey, I just don’t know [exactly how close to the crown I am. I don’t think I’m a prince? But back to the story, Augustine must’ve saw my beautiful Rose’s charm, I am sure! He called her ‘natural’ and ‘delightful!’ He’s trying to woo her!

Silas wraps himself around Rosalie, protectively. Their bright, conflicting outfits so close are near headache inducing. When he finishes the embrace, both of them swarm Halcyon, returning her earlier whispers.

Rosalie:You can’t tell anyone, Mademoiselle Oracle! This is our once in a life-time chance to pretend! You were born into this life, we’ve only dream of it!

Silas: Silas nods with fervor. “If you blow our cover, our anniversary’ll be ruined, Miss Oracle! If you believe in love, you won’t say a word!

They both hold out a single hand to the oracle. They speak in unison: “You need to promise, okay?

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