Valandil Anwamanë |
Don't worry about being outclassed. I typically sit and fire badly aimed acid blobs at mobs.
//Jazmine\\ |
It's a tier 1-2 or 4-5
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//Jazmine\\ |
I have no idea why Wayfinder refuses to post as my main alias.. if I am mobile, it seems that Jazmine will have her say instead of me..
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Valandil Anwamanë |
Tiering is a little complex, but the level threes get out of tier gold if we are playing 1-2.
The rules for playing up/down are a complex. First you round the APL to the nearest whole number.
If it is 1-2 then you play that, if 4-5 you play that.
If 3, then it gets complex. What happens varies by season. For season three, with four or five characters you play down (tier 1-2) with six or seven you play up.. unless...
Unless nobody is at the minimum level required for the tier in which case the table can choose to play down rather than up.
-Hush- |
Eh, I guess if nothing else he might be the only one that can use people's cure wands for those that have them.
Checking in.
Awenydd83 |
Ok.. So Gary and Zach just need to get thier characters in and we will be up and running. I would like to start this game tomorrow, if we can get everyone on board tonight. Good luck. I am looking forward to this. For the Characters that are here, I will post the game entry to kick things off and start the roleplay.
Dominic Barvasi |
Zac is here. Unless you need me to bring in a lower level character.
You're good, Zac. The GM was referring to me, as my RL name is Zach. It might be best if we just refer to each other by our character names from here on out to avoid any further confusion.
GM DevilDoc |
Allright. I was informed that I *must* have a GM name, so here we are. As soon as the wife gets home with the laptop, we will be rolling.
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GM DevilDoc |
While hanging around in Absalom, each of you are approached by a courier, bearing a summons from Drandle Dreng to meet Kreighton Shaine in the stables. You know that aside from a few briefings during training, few pathfinders ever deal with the Society’s Master of Scrolls. Curious, you have assembled in the muddy stables to see why such an important person would need your services.
-Hush- |
A summons to see Shaine? Hush ponders what that could mean. Well, I do have some powerful friends. Lady Morilla had already enlisted him into her expanding faction, the Sovereign Court, with the intention of drawing the more useful members of his shadowy cult into her fold. Hush harbors no delusions about his own abilities, being a fresh Society recruit, but maybe the Master of Scrolls has a similar plan to ally Hush's masters with the Society as a whole.
Hush stands quietly in the stable, waiting patiently, as he had always been taught, for further instructions. He is dressed all in black, except for the chain shirt adorning his torso. A short sword hangs at his waist, and a bundle of javelins crosses his back along with his travel gear. The hood of his cloak is pulled over his head. No face is visible beneath it, only a wooden mask painted black, featureless except for a star-shaped eyehole on the left side. From this hole a single blue eye looks over the stable and the other Pathfinders who were also, he assumes, brought here by summons.
(The mask is recognizable as the holy symbol of Norgorber.)
Valandil Anwamanë |
Ahh, the Master of Scrolls himself has seen my most recent chronicle. No doubt he wants my advice on a delicate matter of spellcraft. thinks Valandil as he heads from his dignified lodgings down to the somewhat grubby stables.
Gathering his scholars robe close around, he peers into the stable looking for the elusive master.
Etiana |
Ooh, from Master Shaine himself! Master would be pleased. The beautiful petite little cleric of Calistria hurries into the muddy stables, seeming to bring a fresh air of spring with her to lift everyone's moods as she enters.
Zac Freelan |
Is Kreighton Shaine in the stables, or are we waiting for him to show?
If he is not showing yet, I will attempt to hide, as I think this is a trick. stealth: 3 - 3 + 1d20 ⇒ 3 - 3 + (3) = 3
GM DevilDoc |
Kreighton Shaine is to meet you in the stables
An older elf in scholars robes approaches, so preoccupied that he doesn’t notice his robes dragging in the mud, and his shoes clearly soaking up all manner of muck. ”Thank you for meeting me here. I’ve been working on an extensive study of religious relics, trying to ascertain whether items gain a certain aura of divinity that cannot be detected through normal means. I’ve been collecting these artifacts through a series of well-known dealers in the God’s Market. We’ve never had any trouble before, but recently several of our couriers have been waylaid by a particularly elusive bandit.” Kreighton pauses briefly as his mud-soaked robe snags on a nail and he nearly falls over, but a stable boy catches his arm and steadies him. He continues ”As they were headed through the Ascendant Court, a group of thugs ambushed our couriers. The first time I thought it was a coincidence- a random mugging. After the second time, however, Grandmaster Torch had some harsh words with me. He suspects someone has targeted our couriers specifically. The Drandle boy suggested I have you investigate the disappearances.” There is a long, uncomfortable pause and for a minute it seems the elf has completely forgotten he was discussing something. Finally, he glances up with a sort of stunned look on his face. ”Oh yes, here, this list will help you. The Grandmaster has helpfully provided it as a starting point. Do you have any questions?”
Handout is linked at the top.
Valandil Anwamanë |
knowledge(local): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
"The greycloaks are the God's Market police." he informs the group in a somewhat superior tone of voice.
After reading the note from Torch he nods his head, thinking.
"Three leads, Rialla, Horance and Jarid. I suggest we talk to the fence last, as it would probably be good to be forearmed with as much knowledge as we can."
He looks at the master of scrolls. "What artifacts were the mugged teams carrying? Obviously one was this shard from the spear of Iomedae."
Etiana |
As charming as Etiana is, I suspect the Charming trait doesn't apply here. Otherwise another +1 :P
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
The little cleric furrows her eyebrows as she loses herself in her thoughts, before brightening at the remembrance of something. "I have heard from one or another of my visitors about an alternate market for such goods, and how there's gold to be made there if one is into such things." The servant of Calistria offers what little tidbits she can muster up with the group.
Hit them all :). Open 'em and read 'em!
Etiana beams with delight, at being able to offer information that may prove helpful for the group.
GM DevilDoc |
Kreighton Shaine turns to Valandil. "You are correct in your assumption. The first stolen relic was Shard of Iomedae's Lance. It is now being held by the Greycloaks as Evidence. It was found being hawked in a common vendors stall in the Gods Market. The other was a pen that a Chelish noble claims was used by Asmodeus to create the accord with House Thrune. Neither of the relics has been validated as authentic, so their worth is questionable. Nevertheless, they are invaluable to study and the fact that they are likely going to be sequestered in some private museum or collection is infuriating to the Society."
-Hush- |
Knowledge (local), untrained: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (5) + 0 = 5
The God's what, now? It seems Hush has much to learn about Absalom; he's never heard of the place. Fortunately, it doesn't appear to be news to some of the others so they can help him find it. He stands unmoving as Valandil reads the note. A shard from the spear of Iomedae... He hopes they don't have to deal with any of her followers. He holds Iomedaeans' high-and-mighty tendencies in very low regard.
Dominic Barvasi |
Sorry for taking so long. Ready to go now.
As the meeting gets underway, a young man wearing a leather coat comes into view as he walks briskly around the corner. Making his way into the stable, you notice that he wears a rapier and dagger on his left hip while a pistol hangs from his right. He removes his hat and bows low as he arrives, saying "A thousand apologies, it was not my intention to be late to the party. Now that I'm here, though, Dominic Barvasi at your service. So what have I missed? Hopefully nothing too interesting."
Valandil Anwamanë |
"So.." summarises the elf.
"We are to go to the God's market, talk with the local law who don't like us and try to track down both the artefacts that may or may not be genuine - let alone have any power; and also find out who is targeting Society operatives?"
He thinks.
"Who else knew about the teams going there to retrieve the splinter and the pen?"
GM DevilDoc |
"Only the usual people in my offices that are responsible for these acquisitions; all of whom are above reproach. As for the rest of your question... correct. Find out who is intercepting our couriers and shut them down."
Dominic Barvasi |
Looking over the list as it's passed to him, Dominic says with a chuckle "Well, it seems that there are plenty of leads. Perhaps we should simply start at the top and work our way down, although I cannot wait to here the 'story' of how this vender came into the acquisition of shards from a goddess' weapon."
Etiana |
Etiana studies the list slowly, before passing the list on. She smiles at Dominic's suggestion. "It sounds like a good plan. Shall we?"
Valandil Anwamanë |
Valandil pauses for a moment.
"There is also the option of sending us to acquire another artefact. Are you aware of any others you are interested in acquiring?"
-Hush- |
Hush studies the list more carefully as it's passed to him. Let's see... Two witnesses and a known thief. In the interest of being thorough, starting with the two witnesses would probably be best. Plus, he and the others might be able to use what information the witnesses have when questioning Jarid. A bit amused by the one whom Hush assumes thinks himself hidden, Hush decides to humor him and returns the note to Etiana. Wordlessly, he points to the first name on the list to convey his thoughts. I think we should start with this one.
GM DevilDoc |
"Not at this time" Kreighton says to Valandil. "We may discuss that further at a later time, but we need to concentrate on these matters right now. Do not forget that you may also speak with the Greycloaks themselves. Now, I have work that must be done. Grandmaster Torch will want to hear of any progress you make."
Etiana |
Etiana calls out to Master Shaine as the elf prepares to depart. "You seem tense, Master Kreighton, Ser. Perhaps a visit to the Temple would do you some good." With a hint of a wink behind the words, the cleric of Calistria turns her attention to the party members. "To the shop, then?" Etiana comments idly, voicing agreement with the inquisitor's choice.
Valandil Anwamanë |
"Yes, to the shop across from Cayden's Hall" agrees Valandil.
He counts off the pathfinders as they file out of stable.. "Are we missing someone?"
GM DevilDoc |
Kreighton Shaine looks at Etiana with an almost comical look of incredilous embarrassment and stumbles over an inarticulate response before (in his mind) walking away in a dignified manner (Fleeing).
I am going to go with the majority so far that yall have decided on visiting Rialla.
After trecking through the city to the Gods market, you eventually come upon Caydens Hall. Turning across the street, you find your destination. This brick building is fronted by two large, many-paned glass windows and a large sign that reads, “Mercantile, Curiosities, Unique Items, and Magic—Bought and Sold Within.” Inside the store, the shelves are lined with all manner of goods, crafts, and artwork both domestic and foreign. A halfling clerk sits on a large stool behind a human-sized countertop.
Dominic Barvasi |
Dominic slowly makes his way to the counter where he greets the proprietor with a disarming smile. "Good morning to you. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Dominic Barvasi and these are my colleagues. We are here on behalf of the Pathfinder Society and are currently looking into a string of attacks that have befallen our comrades. We were told that you witnessed one such attack. If you could, would you please tell us what you saw that day?"
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
GM DevilDoc |
Barleyhusk’s excitement is palpable, and she rambles everything in one long, breathless speech. “That poor man you asked about who was attacked, he looked a right mess, he had an arrow in his side, and he could barely walk. I sat him down and started to bandage him up. Then all of a sudden this Graycloak was there and asked if I had a potion to fix him up. I said I could patch him right up because I took a class from Berntuck’s Fine School of First Aid. That Graycloak gave me the nastiest look and said the Graycloaks would pay full price for the potion. Well, I knew the master had some peppermint flavored healing potions that weren’t selling very well, so I ran back to get the potions and before I could even get to them, I hear the injured fellow gasp really loud. ‘Hurry!’ the bossy Graycloak said, so I ran back as fast as I could, but when I got there, he was already dead.” The halfling quietly sobers up as she finishes her story, and walks back behind the counter and climbs onto her stool. “I was too slow.” she finishes morosely.
Etiana |
Etiana approaches Barleyhusk and offers a comforting hug. "There, there. You tried what you could." The fellow halfling offers a sympathetic smile as she tries to cajole more information from Barleyhusk. "Could you remember anything else about that time? Anything from from the Graycloak or from the poor man?"
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16 Charming for another +1 if applicable :)
GM DevilDoc |
"Thank you for your kindness..all that I remember about the Greycloak is a tall, dark woman. What really bothers me, though, is that according to what I learned from Berntuck, an injury like that shouldn’t have killed your friend so quickly. Berntuck said gut wounds are a long slow death. I’m not sure what happened. I meant to ask the Graycloak about it, but by the time I thought to ask her, she was already gone, but I did not see where.”
Valandil Anwamanë |
"Did he look like he was about to die when you left him with the Greycloak?" asks Valandil.