You all have received missives to The Grand Lodge itself, and you work your way deep down into its basements to a meeting room, where you are asked to wait. Basic refreshments are available, but it's hard to escape the oppressive atmosphere... unless you're a dwarf, then it feels positively homey. But even then there is a distinct tension in the air as your fellow pathfinders join you, waiting to be summoned by the Grand Master of Scrolls.
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Ducking under the door frame, the large, bald northman enters the room. He bears extensive runic facial tattoos and heavy woad on the lower part of his jaw and down his neck. He wears a fur collared cloak with a silvery metal breast plate, leaving his thick arms free of encumberance, and his simple yet sturdy cloth breaches are tucked into his heavy leather boots.
Resting on his right shoulder is a massive metal earthbreaker and in his left hand he carries a large metal tankard.
Despite his menacing appearance his smile is wide and his eyes practically dance with amusement as he greets his fellow pathfinders.
he booms! As he looks around, he notices there is no one else there...
"Well my friend, it looks like it is just the two of us. Whatever shall we do to pass the time!?!", he says bemusedly, hoisting up his tankard.
"HA! You are a clever one. I was thinking the very same thing!", and he takes a small ceramic flask from a satchel at his hip and somehow fills his tankard to the brim. He quickly stoppers the flask and returns it to the satchel before taking his first swallow.
"I suppose we can sit while we wait. It may be awhile." and he does just that, setting his weapon down next to him and propping his feet up on a nearby chair for comfort.
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Walking down the steps into the basement, Fendel reminisces about all the time he spent researching down in the 'Stacks' during his training. He is shaken out of his revere by a thunderous yell and ensuing one sided conversation.
The detective quickly starts to pull information together. Accent marks him as a Northerner, high percent chance from the Linnorm Kings. Echo off the walls puts him over six feet. Odds are that he is some form of marshal specialist. Is he speaking to a familiar? Perhaps he is some sort of occultist. Given the superstitious nature of the culture, it would be reason enough to force him into seeking solace to the South. Perhaps he is simply addle-minded and speaking to an inanimate object.
The dark-haired human walks in and surveys the room with ice blue eye, quickly confirming one of his early hypotheses. Addle-minded. Scars mark his years of combat; if that weapon is any indication, he has access to magic enhanced strength or has other blood running through his veins.
The detective's fine chain shirt is practically invisible under his gray tunic. He nods to the huge Ulfen before finding a seat. With regular ease, he sets his pack down and pull out several tomes and places them within easy reach.
"Well met. I don't suppose you have a familiar or other companion? Forgive me for not speaking Skald, but I have been focused on planar languages of late. I am Fendel Meniska. It seems likely we will be spending time together in whichever locale we are to be dispatched."
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With a huge grin spread across his face, Braxus offers out his hand, "Good to meet you Fendel! I am called Braxus."
After a moment he continues, still smiling broadly, "If you heard me talking before, that was just me having some fun. We can't all be serious all the time. When the time comes to be serious though..." and his eyes take on a menacing gleam, "...I can get serious."
Then relaxing, he tosses his head back with a laugh, "But that's for later. Now, how about sharing a drink. I have a wonderful sake if want some. It's pretty strong though, so if you prefer I have a nice Alkenstar ice wine or a full bodied Chelish red. Which will it be?"
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"Oh I love this one! I'm a fan of ice wine, like from home, but it's hard to come by. Alkenstar is one of the few places I know, outside of the far north, that makes it. You're from there? That is FANTASTIC!" he says enthusiastically as he checks each of the wine skins he carries, till he finds the right one.
He pours the detective a full cup, then stoppers the skin again. "Here, take it. A gift from me to you. Just make sure you enjoy drinking it as much as I enjoy giving it." he says handing over the wine skin.
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"Well, that is a most kind offer. Thank you. As you're in such a generous mood, could I impose upon you? I wish to learn the basics of the Skald tongue. Perchance we can find time in our travels to share language in addition to fermented spirits?" The detective takes out a well worn journal and quill and begins to make notes within.
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"Skald er lett å snakke" Braxus says with thickly accented words, and then more slowly he translates in common..."Skald is easy to speak."
The two spend the next little while learning basic words used in greetings, goodbyes, combat and important information gathering such as how much for a bottle of wine...
Eventually the conversation turns to why they are there. "I heard we 're looking to help out Mendev somehow. I've not heard anything solid, but if it's got anything to do with Mendev, you can bet there'll be demons to crush. That's something I'm very familiar with." he says with a grim look.
"But let's not get ahead of ourselves. We can wait till the VC gives us the what's what." and as the grim look disappears his easy going smile returns, and he almost beams as he says, "In better news, I heard an old friend of mine, Dailung, will be joining us on this mission. She's a twofold threat, that one. Easy on the eyes for sure, but damn deadly with that dance of hers.", he finishes with a wink and a wicked chuckle.
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Knight Captain Dailung is a tiny young woman of great beauty, about 4`7`` with maybe 95 pounds. In her human form she has long blond hairs with emerald green eyes of Taldorian origin. In her true form she has rustred hair. Usually she wears revealing clothes that do not hinder her movements of light colours with the insignie of a Captain of the eagle knights and a beautiful embroided rune cloak of saphire and gold. On a mission she wears a light chainshirt of finest mithral for protection and for weapons a longsword and a scimitar of mithral.
In a beautiful singsang voice she greets Braxus.
"Hello, big fellow. Haven´t seen you since the Hellknights feast! Your muscles did indeed expand. You must have missed me!"
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"Dailung!" Braxus shouts excitedly as he leaps to his feet. He rushes over to grab the petite blonde, quickly hoisting her in the air in a friendly embrace. "It's great to see you again little lady!" he says as he puts her back down on the ground once more.
Gesturing to the sharp eyed man at the table, he says happily, "And this is my drinking partner today. He goes by the name Fendel." then with another arm gesture back to the little blonde, "Fendel, this is who I was just telling you about. Dailung. I'm sure you'll both get along great! Now, how about a drink Dai? Sake?"
To the big man, the day is really shaping up nicely...
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Fendel's first reaction is to notice the cloak so very similar to his own. Lithe, easy on her feet. She relies more on speed and finesse than Braxus. Seeing their easy rapport An easy back and forth nature means there are no grudges. No more that a twelve percent chance of any prior romantic entanglements. Possible, but remote. Besides, it looks as if he would crush her. To be honest, he looks like he would crush an ogre should he choose to couple with one. "Well met Captain Dailung." Taking advantage of her arrival, the detective returns to his seat at the table and selects one of the thick books he has set out. If Braxus is correct, then I may need to brush up on Mendev and The Crusade.
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not really being quiet about her approach, a human looking woman walks in wearing full Hell Knight Armor, with an Adamantine Tower shield and chains wrapped around each arm.
She stands about 5'11, white hair doing down to her shoulders, her eyes are white/clear, no hint of anything else to color them, except what appears to be red lines that are tattooed to look like blood coming from the corners.
looks at who is gathered around, and thinks to herself a moment before sitting down, the armor not seeming to hinder her movement in the slightest.
"Interesting gathering of people here it looks like", her voice actually very soft and gentle, not exactly what was probably expected
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Taking a mug of sake Dailung smiles. "Tasts quite good, quite good, but usually I prefer stronger stuff. But only after the mission. You know do not drink and fight!"
With a courtesy she acknowledges Fendel. "Seems this time we have an Bowman with us! That is good news!" When Jewels enters she smiles a secret smile and nods.
"Well, someone believes in heavy armor. Well good luck with that!"
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The North is haunting me for certain! Braxus thinks to him self as the Hell Knight approaches and he first catches sight of her white hair. His friendly expression flickers for a moment as his eyes first show surprise then shift to suspicion before finally settling to a resigned acceptance.
Then another thought crosses his mind, She's quite fit though, I'll give her that. And she looks like she's been in a scrap or two. That's all kinds of good where we're going. At least she's not a witch.
He stands quickly, slamming his feet to the ground causing the floor to tremble and the table to jump.
His rough smile appears once again as he thrusts out his massive hand in greeting and offers, "Good to have you along. My name's Braxus." he gestures to the others as he continues, "This lovely is Captain Dailung and the one over there all in black is Fendel. Care to join us for a drink while we're waiting?"
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she looks up at Braxus, and as she reaches out with her arm to grasp his, the chains shift and can notice they are not for decoration or combat
"Jewels, and I don't see why not, we have some time to kill before we are supposed to be called together' she looks over at Dailung smiling a little then speaks though not in common
"Glad to see another kin joining, we are so far and few around here that I've seen"
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Braxus takes out his ceramic flask, again pouring out a healthy sized cup of it before offering it to Jewels. Refilling his own tankard, and the cups of anyone else wishing more, he replaces the stopper and stows the mysterious flask of seemingly endless sake back in his satchel.
The sake is surprisingly smooth and Braxus cautions, "Careful. It may seem easy going, but it packs a backside kick when you least expect it. Think of Rumboozle, if you've ever had it."
Setting himself back down at the table, he wonders aloud, "I expect the VC will either come themselves or send someone to fetch us when it's time to get going. I think we still have one or two more folk joining us before then."
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Lore makes her way down into the depths under the Grand Lodge with some trepidation. Not that she dislikes being underground that much, just that this place gives her the willies... far too much time spent here alone doing research and filing reports. Creepy place to be alone in.
When she hears voices murmuring from a distance, her mood picks up a little. At least there will be others here. That will relieve some of the gloom of this place
She makes no attempt to be silent as she approaches the room, but she does pause outside to check her appearance and gear, then pokes her head in the door.
A shock of long purple hair frames a pretty face about 3 feet off the ground, followed by the gnomish female that goes with them. After checking out the other occupants of the room for a moment, she practically skips into the room, her gold-washed mithril chain mail chinging merrily as she does so.
"HI! I'm Lorelendral... Lorelendral Teklet, but you can call me Lore. Everyone does. Blessings of Sarenrae on all of you today and every day. I hope I'm in the right place... this is the briefing room today, yes?"
She glances over at Braxus with a big grin. "My, you are a bigun, even for a human!" She looks at the women and her eyes dance with mirth as she winks at them and says, "Nice... it won't be a total sausage fest plus me for a change."
"I assume you've already all met, but if you wouldn't mind repeating introductions so I know what to call you, that'd be great!"
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"They were serving sausages?! How in the hells did I miss that!?" Braxus says with a furrowed brow as he pats his now rumbling stomach. "And you're probably in the right place. If not, I am sure we'll know soon enough." he says the last with a grin.
Deciding against standing, what with the already large size difference between them, Braxus just sits up straight and quickly goes through the introductions, gesturing around the group as he does.
"And that's us. Since you've been kind enough to offer us Sarenrae's blessings, let me return the favor and offer one from Cayden." he says as he takes out his flask and pulls out a chair for the pretty gnome. "Got a cup?"
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"For a mug of something cheery and hopefully foamy too! Of course... though I'm sure mine can't compare to yours in size, it suits me fine!" She pulls a hammered silver mug from her belt and holds it out to be filled. "I may be a servant of Sarenrae, but I must admit, Cayden's rituals and blessings are among my favorites! Nothing complements a good meal like the perfect drink!"
Soon enough, the team is called into another room, where the Master of Spells Aram Zey waits in a deep subbasement of the Grand Lodge, where he scowls as another group of Pathfinder agents walks into a door-sized tapestry of intricately woven but badly frayed cloth. As the last agent’s foot disappears into the Hao Jin Tapestry, Aram Zey snaps a quick order for his assistants to reconfigure the tapestry for Kyonin before turning his eyes—weary and bloodshot from long hours of work—to you.
“Pathfinders, let’s keep this brief. That was the seventeenth group it has been my grueling duty to send through the tapestry today, and words cannot express my inordinate pleasure at understanding there will be an eighteenth,” he growls through the gritted teeth of a forced smile.
“Nonetheless, this mission is an important one, and the society has few others who are cut out to handle the task.” He pauses to take several deep breaths, which do much to alleviate his sour mood.
“One of my colleagues, Venture-Captain Varian Jeggare, spent a considerable amount of time in Kyonin, and in doing so he performed a considerable service for Queen Telandia Edasseril. She owes him a considerable favor in return, and he was gracious enough to use it for the society’s benefit. Jeggare is busy elsewhere, so he cannot deliver the message himself. Instead he wrote out a formal request and letter of introductionfor all of you. It seems he thinks you would represent the society well in playing messenger,”
Zey explains before adding under his breath, “and to his credit I can imagine worse ambassadors.
“As you can see, the letter is sealed, and it should remain so until you meet General Theila Tenasi and give it to her. In effect, it requests that she provide the Pathfinder Society a contingent of rangers specialized in hunting demons to assist us as we make our way to Jormurdun. So, that’s your mission: Go to Kyonin, meet with the general, and make sure the elves don’t back out of this favor. We have a contact in Greengold who can secure you quick passage back to Absalom or anywhere else you need to go afterward. You’ll be taking the Tapestry to reach Kyonin, and Kreighton Shaine has already contacted the elves to let them know to expect you. Any questions?”
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When Lore sees aram scowling and hears him growling, she exclaims, awww, someone needs a hug!" she runs over to him and wraPs her arms around him as high as she can reach. She holds him for a good long time before releasing her grip. "there, now. Isn't that better? "
Then she listens intently to the briefing.
Aram stares down in confusion at the little one hugging him, and continues to stare in shock until Jewels shakes him from his daze.
What Demons? Are you actually unaware of the Worldwound in Medev? The hordes of abyssal monstrosities pouring through, threating to slaughter us all? Well, we need help with those demons. As for who is our contact in greengold, it's a pathfinder agent name Cypher Starchild who has a way to message us for transportation back.
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..she looks over at Dailung smiling a little then speaks though not in common
Ach...one more language to study. Truth to tell, this is starting to take up much of my time!
After the briefing, the detective simply asks, "Are there any traditions or customs unique to Kyonin we should be aware of, besides their 'tolerance' of non-elves? It would be unfortunate to inadvertently disrupt any diplomacy."
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He looked like one of them thinker types... I'm glad he's coming with us. Braxus thinks to himself as he nods approvingly at Fendel.
"Uh yeah, what he said, but less wordy."
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Aram nods and straightens his robe a little.
Not particularly. They'll just barely tolerate you since your not elves, but other than that there are no oddball taboos you should be worried about.
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The last Pathfinder to arrive, a northern woman stout rather than beautiful but yet charming in her manners and voice, steps to the front to pick up whatever documents are offered to prove the group as envoys "Play as ambassadors. Now that is an interesting task Aram" she smiles at the Master of Scrolls as someone who has gotten familiarity after working together for a time.
"It seems you are fearing the rangers might turn their word. Is something on the Queen's reputation that makes you think something might arise?"
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Lore pouts a little then brightens again... "It's okay if you don't remember me much... you were mostly dead at the time we last saw each other. But we've been through so much together, Aram... I thought... well, no matter... We'll go talk to these elves, and make sure they keep their bargain. Don't worry about a thing, we won't let you down!"
Aram looks at Lore with an embarrassed and mildly confused look before coughing an answer to Pandora.
Other than her intense dislike for non-elves, no, she is known for keeping her word. But please, I have a lot of work to do....
He opens up the tapestry portal for you, and the team steps through into the Tapestry.
Beyond the novelty of entering a demiplane through a piece of cloth and exiting out of a vine trellis hundreds of miles away, the journey through the Hao Jin Tapestry is quick and uneventful. Six elves wearing full plate armor as smooth as pearl silently watch the team's arrival before confirming their identities and escorting them into an elegant keep of artfully styled wood and stone. Up several flights of steps, the elves signal that they have reached their destination, knock, and open the doors to admit the team to General Tenasi’s chambers.
Tenasi's spacious room provides a panoramic view of the surrounding woodlands. General Tenasi, an elven woman with chestnut brown hair and wearing medium armor over fine teal clothing, and speaks quietly but firmly.
“As outsiders in Kyonin, I would appreciate your contemplating the rarity of your positions. As a general in charge of these lands’ defense, I expect you to appreciate the gravity of mine. This conversation would not be possible were it not for the letter in your possession.”
She takes the letter (Taken and searched, but not opened, by a guard earlier) and breaks the seal before reading it out-loud.
Most Honorable General Tenasi,
As you may have been informed, soon after making your acquaintance at the Midsummer Masquerade, I enjoyed the privilege of performing a service to the Viridian Crown. Her Majesty’s generous tokens of appreciation included her counselors’ intimation that you might aid me in an urgent endeavor. When the demon horde breached the wardstones surrounding the Worldwound, the nations of the Inner Sea region responded with unprecedented unity. Both the Kyonin rangers and the Pathfinder Society have provided support to the latest Mendevian Crusade in an effort to halt the invasion and to repair the breach. The Worldwound horde is not, however, the only emerging concern. A long-lost dwarven Sky Citadel has recently reappeared. Within its ancient chambers lie millennia of previously unobtainable history. While the Pathfinder Society has already devised plans for a campaign to explore the Sky Citadel, the citadel remains within the region of the Worldwound. No warriors in Avistan can boast the experience of your rangers, who have fought with such valor against the demonic forces of the Witchbole. If you can spare but a score of these peerless fiend-slayers, your assistance would be long remembered not only by the Society but by one to whom Queen Telandia has favored with her gratitude. Hopeful of your assistance, I present the bearers of this message as capable Pathfinders and beseech you to aid their endeavor.
Count Varian Jeggare
She snorts derisively and tosses the letter on her desk.
Nonsense. There is no way we could spare the warriors for your fools errand. We're already supporting the crusades with every available soldier we have, and you would have us throw more men to their deaths just so a bunch of well-armed tomb robbers can get their mitts on some random treasure or bauble. Owed favor or not, I am in charge of our military affairs and I will not, and further more, cannot, spare anyone for your nonsense suicide mission to help a bunch of plunderers go raiding.
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"General Tenasi, my name is Fendel Meniska, and I hail from the city of Alkenstar, deep within the Mana Wastes. I know the importance of standing up to monstrosities, even when those costs are high. I assure you that we appreciate the weight your command burdens you with. However, you minimize our goals by over-simplifying them. While the Society's reputation is easy to bespeak poorly of, it lessens both our peoples to give such short shrift to the request. Indeed, the Society hopes to find a piece of the Sky Key, and hopefully use it to seal the Worldwound altogether. Taking a highly skilled team of your warriors does far more than increase the chance of success; it demonstrates all of Kyonin standing boldly for the righteousness of all goodly races against those who would strive to undermine our efforts. It becomes a glowing beacon of unity that gives hope to all of Golarion. Please, reconsider what you have read with honest introspection."
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Dailung aids in Fendels words."Honorable General, it is not that we are tomb-robbers in search of treasures or baubles. We want to explore the past to liberate the future! We have uncovered many a lost mystery and knowledge thought long lost to use them to the greater good of all. I would have thought that a race like the elven would appreciate this. But I learned that sometimes there is a quid pro quo. Is there something we can do to aid you?"
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Pandora sets herself next to Fendel as he talks. When Dailung finishes and while the elf keeps considering the words, Pandora adds "All fair points General Tenasi. The Captains of the Society are well known though for assigning tasks adequate for their allies skills. The rates of failure in dangerous missions are fortunately low. Thus, if Count Varian Jeggare is requesting your aid in this task in behalf of the Society it is because you really prepared for it" Pandora makes sure then her elven bow, a present from the elves of Kyonin itself, is clearly seen by the General. She then attacks the pride of their people "Your rangers have already proven resourceful against the demons. Is it you think there is other elite group better prepared for the task?
The general taps her fingers on the desk a few times and thinks before speaking slowly.
There... Maaaaybe an alternative...
“It seems news of the Wardstones’ failure reached the Witchbole as quickly as it did Iadara, and the demons have renewed their attacks with greater ferocity,” General Tenasi explains.
“I recalled the Uprooters, but one group has not returned, has not responded, and by all evidence has been lost. I signed the order to discontinue attempts to locate them, for we do not have the resources to commit even a scout to the task.
“As a result, none of my battle plans account for these thirteen lost rangers or their commander Lanverel. Were you to find and rescue them, I would assign them to assist you in reaching the Sky Citadel—after ample recovery time, of course.
is known as Tanglebriar, a swampland twisted by his demonic influence.
demons commonly populate Tanglebriar, as do corrupted animals, fey, plant creatures, and vermin.
Treerazer in Tanglebriar include hezrous, nalfeshnees,
and vrocks. Creatures in the area can be corrupted by Tanglebriar’s influence in one of two ways: the vileness of the air, plants, and vermin spreads demon fever and sucks the vigor from living creatures; and centuries of exposure to Treerazer’s influence slowly corrupts animals, fey, plant creatures, and vermin, from the tiniest gnat to
the most enormous arthropod. Corrupted creatures are more common in Tanglebriar than creatures that have not been corrupted
Golarion. The demon lord Treerazer is known as the Lord of the Blasted Tarn and worshipped by dark cults within Kyonin.
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"Should I guess the Uprooters are usually located at Tanglebriar? It is bad news about Witchbole, Treerazer is still hiding there, isn't it? The demon lord of the Blasted Tarn... he sure is still plotting to corrupt the Sovyrian Stone as when you used it to leave Golarion." Pandora makes a pause while tapping her bow "That is a dangerous place now, lesser demons commonly populate Tanglebriar, as do corrupted animals, fey, plant creatures, and vermin... so we better make it fast to there before your elves are in increased trouble"
"This might also a good opportunity to get insight of whether Treerazer has any connection to the Worldwound’s breach itself"
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"Should I guess the Uprooters are usually located at Tanglebriar? It is bad news about Witchbole, Treerazer is still hiding there, isn't it? The demon lord of the Blasted Tarn... he sure is still plotting to corrupt the Sovyrian Stone as when you used it to leave Golarion." Pandora makes a pause while tapping her bow "That is a dangerous place now, lesser demons commonly populate Tanglebriar, as do corrupted animals, fey, plant creatures, and vermin... so we better make it fast to there before your elves are in increased trouble"
"This might also a good opportunity to get insight of whether Treerazer has any connection to the Worldwound’s breach itself"
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"Finding and rescuing your lost people is a worthy task, whether they are coming to help us or not." the northman says with conviction.
Looking to his group he nods firmly once and says, "I'm ready to set out when the rest of you are. As Pandora said, the longer we wait, the more chance those..." and then he pauses and turns back to the general, "Uprooters you called them?" without further hesitation , he continues "...are getting into deeper trouble."
Gone is the frivolity and easy nature that Braxus so recently displayed, and in its place is a firm resolve.
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"General, we now have a larger issue. If any members of your missing team have been captured alive, there are rituals that can be used to transform them into demons. We are now racing the clock."
"Secondly, Treerazer has caled upon several types of demons to serve him, including hezrous, nalfeshnees, and vrocks. Creatures in the area can be corrupted by Tanglebriar’s influence in one of two ways: the vileness of the air, plants, and vermin spreads demon fever and sucks the vigor from living creatures; and centuries of exposure to Treerazer’s influence slowly corrupts animals, fey, plant creatures, and vermin, from the tiniest gnat to the most enormous arthropod. With all certainty, corrupted creatures are more common in Tanglebriar than creatures that have not been corrupted. We will need to be vigilant at all times."
The detective confirms what others have shared.
The general nods and scratches out a quick letter.
This will let you purchase things from our armory. My guards will lead you to a teleportation specialist who will get you to their last known location, south of Mount Armiya. From there on, your on your own.
She hands the letter over, and in a flurry of activity the team finds themselves having made your purchases and standing in a teleportation circle. The elven wizard looks at you and gives a look that is half scorn, half pity as he finishes chanting the magic words, ripping you through the astral plane.
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The team appears at the base of a large mountain, most likely Mount Armiya. At a glance they see that they are on a wooded hill with numerous rocky outcroppings including one large stone spur that juts out from the hill to create a relatively flat surface. A shallow but swift-moving stream hugs the contour like a castle moat that separates the ascent from the twisted landscape that begins about 60 feet to the south. There, in a span of several dozen feet, the pristine wilderness transforms into Tanglebriar, a mass of pus-weeping trees, serrated bark, twisted nettles, and growling clouds of gnats.
The good news is, there seems to be half a dozen elves standing on the rocky outcropping, weary, bloodied, but alive. The bad news is they are now all pointing bows at the team as someone screams out...
ANOTHER DEMON TRICK! Followed shortly by BEFORE THEY START CASTING!
You have moments before you are riddled with arrows! What do you do team!?
COMBAT (MAYBE) ENGAGED! BOLDED MAY ACT!
Dailung
Lore
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"What were they doing when they last got contact with you? Also, how many and how will we recognize them?" points out Pandora before going to the armory.
There she will buy a vermin repellent and an extra packet of cold iron arrows "I do have a scroll of align weapon, but someone might want to buy another one. I can use it on your preferred weapon if we need it"
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Pandora is surprised by the elven apparition. She barely has time to try understand what is being cast.
"What were they doing when they last got contact with you? Also, how many and how will we recognize them?" points out Pandora before going to the armory.
There she will buy a vermin repellent and an extra packet of cold iron arrows "I do have a scroll of align weapon, but someone might want to buy another one. I can use it on your preferred weapon if we need it"
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Pandora is surprised by the elven apparition. She barely has time to try understand what is being cast.
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Before they leave....
“It is reasonable to assume that any elf in Tanglebriar who does not appear corrupt or insane is an Uprooter. More specifically, the Uprooter emblem is an inverted black tree, roots aimed skyward, against a brown background. Most wear a clasp of the insignia on their cloaks. The Uprooters tend to be teams of 12 to 15 rangers. As to who they are, Kyonin has many units that patrol its borders, and the Uprooters are several of the most daring groups. They willingly brave Tanglebriar when the elves must strike a target in enemy territory. Their insane, but the kind of insane you need to fight demons.”--------------------------------------------
Dailung just seems to have the worst luck, the panicked elves don't seem to be interested in listening. Several arrows train towards her, as some seem to be mistaking her "Hands up" for "Beginning to cast a spell"
Pandora tries to spot who's casting, and her keen eye spots... no one. No one is casting any spells. A moment later, she makes the mental connection that those arrows are pointed at HER and they think SHE is casting the spell!
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Hands out wide and away from his weapons, Fendel attempts to assist Dailung defuse the situation.
"General Tenasi has dispatched us to assist you. A rather disagreeable wizard used a teleportation circle within the capital in order to send us to your last known position. We are here to locate thirteen lost rangers and their commander, Lanverel. If you are they, your salvation is at hand."