The Festival of the Damned

Game Master Green Smashomancer

Abel, Seraphina, Tom
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Female Tiefling (Grimspawn) Occultist: 3 HP: 26/26

Gwynn downs the glass in one go, gesturing for a refill. People keep calling me young one. If I were a human, I'd already have shock-grey hair and wrinkles under my eyes. She mused. Nothing's wrong. Resurrection's been great to me, you should try it.


Male Undine Monk (MoMS) lvl 1/Deadly Fist Soulknife Lvl 3 Hp 21/24 | Ac 20 | FF 15| Tch 19 | CMD 22 | Fort 4 | Ref 9| Will 10 | Percption +11 , Darkvision | Initiative +5

Abel laughs a bit, eating his food I did not mean young in body but in mind, you still have much to see in the world...and i almost, my desire to not kill has almost gotten me killed several times, should one day i perish and be brought back i will take it as a sign that my work is not done...but i understand it is not easy to cope with. Just remember you will not find answers at the bottom of a flask...but you came here to drink not for a lecture Abel finishes his food quickly , paying for his room and meal he gets up leaving I will be getting some rest, if ever you wish to talk i am always here


Conditions/Buffs/Debuffs: Mage Armor(+4 AC), Dead Elf Wizard(spellslinger) 1/Sorceror 2 | HP -8/9 | AC 13(17 with mage armor-currently active) Touch 12 Flat 11| CMB 1 | CMD 13| Ref +3 Fort -1 Will +5 | Init. +6| Perception +5| Wand of Mage Armor 48/50 charges|

Lanliss smiles warmly, comforted by the presence of those who also worship Kalmista. He shrugs.
Sorry. Today has been very brutal. It's very comforting to come here.
Lanliss smiles, staying with the priest if he wants to talk further. If not, Lanliss begins the process of going to rest.


Glad you like it. I call that one "the shuffler." So, where ya from?You aren't one of my regulars. Call me Wrin by the way. Gwynn receives another drink. And as many more as she'd like after. Feel free to make something up to answer your servers question.

Abel finds his meal to be exquisitely crafted, although the two matching hairs he finds dampen the experience. The beds are soft at least, and the furnishings minimal.

The priest Lanliss meets sits down with some effort. What seems to be troubling you? Perhaps a nights rest first?


Conditions/Buffs/Debuffs: Mage Armor(+4 AC), Dead Elf Wizard(spellslinger) 1/Sorceror 2 | HP -8/9 | AC 13(17 with mage armor-currently active) Touch 12 Flat 11| CMB 1 | CMD 13| Ref +3 Fort -1 Will +5 | Init. +6| Perception +5| Wand of Mage Armor 48/50 charges|

Perhaps. Thank you. You've been very kind. Lanliss hold out his hand to shake. Names Lanliss. What's yours?


Female Tiefling (Grimspawn) Occultist: 3 HP: 26/26

Gwynn smiled and nodded to Abel. I didn't come for a lecture, no. She said, softly, looking down at her glass. But I don't mind it. She said. I like it when people care about other people.


The gray-robed man takes Lanliss' handI am Attendant Nikolai. Nick is fine. I'll be here in the morning if you still want to A warm smile crosses the old mans face. It creates the wide facial lines of a man who knows good humor well.

So, we ready to fast forward unto dawn? While I'm out, I'll be spending some time expanding the setting a tad, stuff I'll add to the campaign description, or a google doc. For example, as opposed to a title of "Father" or something similar, the Elemental Lady of Life's church grants the title of "Attendant" to their highest ranking member in a given temple. This is meant as much as a reminder that the title holder is meant to serve the needs of the many, as it is meant to denote rank.


egh. That line came out really messy. What he should have said was:

"I am Attendant Nikolai. Nick is fine. I'll still be here in the morning if you care to confide. Rest easy."


Conditions/Buffs/Debuffs: Mage Armor(+4 AC), Dead Elf Wizard(spellslinger) 1/Sorceror 2 | HP -8/9 | AC 13(17 with mage armor-currently active) Touch 12 Flat 11| CMB 1 | CMD 13| Ref +3 Fort -1 Will +5 | Init. +6| Perception +5| Wand of Mage Armor 48/50 charges|

Thank you Lanliss settles down in his cot and drifts off to sleep


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Chapter two
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Out of Body, Out of Mind
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Six days until the Festival of the Damned begins. The streets continue to fill.

After what feels like it could have been two months, the evening passes with the peaceful pitter-patter of light rain outside. The bedding at The Golden Tap is a bit scratchy, but warm, with a lovely glow of the lamp oil outside. Seraphina finds her accommodations to be fairly above average as well. The door even shuts correctly in one try tonight. Whoever is in the next room over is snoring. Lanliss gets a nice view of the edge of the forest from the window by his cot. Azrael gets the short end of the stick, with a small cot, and the only window is on the other side of the room.

Day comes along, though the sky remains a dreary grey. I'll give anyone who wants it a bit of leeway in time if they have anything they want to do before their 8:00 meeting. When you get there:

A house servant bows to each of you in turn, leading you to Morganna's office before again bowing to you and leaving without a word. Your boss seems to have a worried look to her countenance today.

At five-thirty two this morning, I received a desperate message. There was a break-in at one of our personally funded Research and Development facilities.

Silver Crusade

Male
Temporal Stuff:
4 CON Damage. / HP 25/25. / Fort +8.
Daily Resources: Smite Evil: 2/2 ; Lay on Hands: 5/5 ; Detect Evil: At Will HP 32/32 | AC/T/FF 18/11/17 | CMD 19 | Fort +10 Ref +6 Will +7 | Init +5 Perception -1

Azrael arrives early, eager to work after yesterday's half fiasco.

When Morganaexplainsthe situationhe simply sighs and massages his eyebrows. "I suppose wearenot to know what were the affected researches so I'll simply ask you this: are they dangerous in the wrong hands? And what are our orders now?"


Yes and no. Yes I cannot tell you because the message was sent before the employees at the location had a full accounting of what went on. It was an egregious misstep of procedure in my opinion.

Of course, by the time you get there you should be able to glean any information you need from Mr. White, or one of his assistants. I would expect you to keep any details you uncover under wraps until you report back, as standard operation procedure. Morganna looks out through the window behind her.

I do know that the facility itself exists to study the body of humanoids of all kinds. It is a place of medicine, built to help people who want to help others. I don't know how this break-in could be dangerous. Then again, I don't even know what was taken.

Of course, I've said all of that. Yet, you lot have some unfinished buisness elsewhere still, don't you? I'll understand if you would rather deal with that first. I can make arrangements regardless. I'm curious to know what you want to do as a group.


Male Undine Monk (MoMS) lvl 1/Deadly Fist Soulknife Lvl 3 Hp 21/24 | Ac 20 | FF 15| Tch 19 | CMD 22 | Fort 4 | Ref 9| Will 10 | Percption +11 , Darkvision | Initiative +5

I had some specialized training i wished to do, to help adapt to this new environment, it however can wait. This business peaks my interest, it might be helpful if we figure out what was taken. though my interest lies less with the facility and more with finding the thieves themselves to be honest


Female Tiefling (Grimspawn) Occultist: 3 HP: 26/26

Waking up after a congested night where even she heard herself snoring, Gwynn walks into the meeting with the kind of cautious determination that came with having cheated death once.
She stays mostly quiet, watching Morganna intently for any verbal or facial ticks to suggest she was lying or hiding any part of the truth.
Sense Motives: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Mmm hmm... She looks trustworthy to me, guys.
Just send us where we need to be. She said, remembering she was here mostly as a business partner, and she had little personal leverage in this area. She didn't want to quit, not even after the most recent complications. She wanted to see this mystery up till the end. So long as I'm of use. Oh, and survive. I'd like to avoid dying again in the future.


Crossblooded Sorcerer 4 - Demi-Gestalt Bloodrager | HP: | AC: 19, T: 13, FF: 16 | Fort: +10, Ref: +5, Will: +3 | BAB: +3, CMB: +2, CMD: 15 | Init: +3 | Perception: +7 | Bloodrage: 13/13 1st Level Spells 7/7 | 2nd Level Spells 4/4

Serephina considered, and shuddered. "I can think of several very unpleasant reasons to attack such a thing. If they study infectious diseases, the attackers could wish to obtain those samples. They could wish to gain texts, to help them to develop better ways to kill certain races, poisons or toxins that will allow them to do so. Some drugs used for healing and treatment without magic are potent narcotics." The Healer shook her head. "No, I'd say this is definitely important."


It is at this point, the absence of the lady's faithful servant my be noticed.

When you say that, this becomes much more troublesome. Morganna turns back to the party.

It would seem that the break-in will require your attention then, if this is what you all wish to do. If for no other reason than peace of mind. You'll need to head to the Lorne Technical School of Gifted Artistry. In spite of the name, it hosts a number of projects in scientific and magical fields. Once you're there, you can likely just show your badges and be brought on site. You do of course, still have your badges, yes? She eyes the apparel of the assembled company.

Silver Crusade

Male
Temporal Stuff:
4 CON Damage. / HP 25/25. / Fort +8.
Daily Resources: Smite Evil: 2/2 ; Lay on Hands: 5/5 ; Detect Evil: At Will HP 32/32 | AC/T/FF 18/11/17 | CMD 19 | Fort +10 Ref +6 Will +7 | Init +5 Perception -1

Azrarl smiles "I didn't even showed it to the ones in the factory, and the rest did the same. We thought it was better if they didn't link us to the House."

"If there isn't anything left to say, we should start moving." says Azrael as he looks alternatively to his companions and Morgana "As you said, Lady Morgana, even if not pressing we have matters of our own... it would be nice being able to finish them before the sun falls and our mission is complete. May the Old Lord be eith you."

Smasho! Quick question, I suppose there is at least one Old Lord's church in this polluted, lovely city of ours -I slept there- but is there anyone with a resident branch of Ol Lord's fellow paladins? I wish to inform them of the possible break in into the underground complex.


You are right that there is a church devoted to the Old Lord in the capital. It's in hightower territory to the east. Azrael would know the garrison is small, but they remain by the city, ready to defend. Of course, there is also an actual police force in the city too. The church of Har-Kul works with them freely and openly, but it was decided quite a while ago (an amount of time you're free to make up) that they did not have the numbers to be the whole of the forces defending the city, or the other major cities either.

Hmm. A wise enough choice. Very well then, off with you all. Morganna gets up to lead the party out of the estate, explaining the directions to your destination as she goes, she proceeds back inside.

Outside, each of you are greeted by the sight of a man in a blue wide-brimmed hat, he's armed with well pressed clothing... and a sword. Standing across from him is Bishop, with the new sight of a massive rifle on his back. The thing is as long as he is. They contrast the peaceful garden. The tension can be felt even from the roughly hundred yards from the doorframe, where the company of PC's stand.


Crossblooded Sorcerer 4 - Demi-Gestalt Bloodrager | HP: | AC: 19, T: 13, FF: 16 | Fort: +10, Ref: +5, Will: +3 | BAB: +3, CMB: +2, CMD: 15 | Init: +3 | Perception: +7 | Bloodrage: 13/13 1st Level Spells 7/7 | 2nd Level Spells 4/4

Tensing as she saw the heavy weaponry, Serephina paused and looked at the others. Did they intervene in this, apparently, internal house matter?


Conditions/Buffs/Debuffs: Mage Armor(+4 AC), Dead Elf Wizard(spellslinger) 1/Sorceror 2 | HP -8/9 | AC 13(17 with mage armor-currently active) Touch 12 Flat 11| CMB 1 | CMD 13| Ref +3 Fort -1 Will +5 | Init. +6| Perception +5| Wand of Mage Armor 48/50 charges|

Sorry. for some reason, it didn't show updates.
Lanliss stays quiet through the conversation, trying to remember the peaceful feeling of sleep last night.
A medical facility. It seems cruel to steal from one of those, especially when people rely on them.


Female Tiefling (Grimspawn) Occultist: 3 HP: 26/26

Gwynn nods at Lanliss. We should minimise the damage. She said. Only take what we need to, nothing more. No lives taken. She gave him a confident smile. Just let me do the talking.


Conditions/Buffs/Debuffs: Mage Armor(+4 AC), Dead Elf Wizard(spellslinger) 1/Sorceror 2 | HP -8/9 | AC 13(17 with mage armor-currently active) Touch 12 Flat 11| CMB 1 | CMD 13| Ref +3 Fort -1 Will +5 | Init. +6| Perception +5| Wand of Mage Armor 48/50 charges|

Well, I hope it works out better than last time.


The two men seem to notice your approach, because they soon step away from each other. As you near you notice the sharp smile on the man in the hat. Of course, it's Kal. Bishop can be heard giving a terse warning.

"Do not make me regret this."

"Of course not. B, listen to me. I will be a perfect gentleman, just like always. You work too hard, it's getting to you."

"Maybe. You're still not leaving my sight. On these grounds, my word is your law." With that Kal shrugs and heads out. Morganna's attendant turns to you and bows with a short cough.

My apologies. I trust you've been given your assignment? Would you like to be on your way, or shall I provide an escort?

Either way, by tram, you will arrive within two hours to your destination.


Crossblooded Sorcerer 4 - Demi-Gestalt Bloodrager | HP: | AC: 19, T: 13, FF: 16 | Fort: +10, Ref: +5, Will: +3 | BAB: +3, CMB: +2, CMD: 15 | Init: +3 | Perception: +7 | Bloodrage: 13/13 1st Level Spells 7/7 | 2nd Level Spells 4/4

Serephina somehow couldn't feel much surprise at the situation. "I think we can most likely find our way, Mr Bishop, unless you'd prefer to join us?"

Silver Crusade

Male
Temporal Stuff:
4 CON Damage. / HP 25/25. / Fort +8.
Daily Resources: Smite Evil: 2/2 ; Lay on Hands: 5/5 ; Detect Evil: At Will HP 32/32 | AC/T/FF 18/11/17 | CMD 19 | Fort +10 Ref +6 Will +7 | Init +5 Perception -1

Azrael smiles at the offer and Seraphina's answer "She is right, sir, but we appreciate your concerns"


Male Undine Monk (MoMS) lvl 1/Deadly Fist Soulknife Lvl 3 Hp 21/24 | Ac 20 | FF 15| Tch 19 | CMD 22 | Fort 4 | Ref 9| Will 10 | Percption +11 , Darkvision | Initiative +5

I would say air would be good for that cough you have, but here i'm not so sure


Conditions/Buffs/Debuffs: Mage Armor(+4 AC), Dead Elf Wizard(spellslinger) 1/Sorceror 2 | HP -8/9 | AC 13(17 with mage armor-currently active) Touch 12 Flat 11| CMB 1 | CMD 13| Ref +3 Fort -1 Will +5 | Init. +6| Perception +5| Wand of Mage Armor 48/50 charges|

We'd be fine on our own.


Bishop gives a simple nod.

But of course. I only wondered because, well. If what you mentioned yesterday was true, then these assignments are more dangerous than I had expected. He turns his gaze to Gwynn as he speaks, a slight mix of concern and curiosity on his face.

Gwynn:
He-he's not looking at me is he? With an heavy mix of curiosity and concern on his face.

And Abel, please, my health is not your concern, as much as I appreciate it. Now then, you've been asked to meet with Mr. White I would imagine? The Biology lab has been his pride and joy since before I went to Lortech. I can imagine why he'd have skipped the "correct" way to alert us. Good luck to you. And please, do humor him a bit. He can be... long-winded. He enters the estate afterward, unless someone stops him.

The party does indeed make their way downtown, and reaches the other end of the tram ride unharmed. The tram has a minor technical hiccup along the way, but starts back again momentarily.

DC 12 Perception:
A few of the other passengers briefly glance over to Abel and Gwynn, muttering something.

The short walk from the tram includes several college age and younger kids rushing by the party. Heading into the grounds of the Tech school.

Two of the security officers approach you, recognizable by their oddly stylish dark purple and black uniforms. It would seem that openly armed and non-uniformed adults are usually seen as dangerous, surprisingly. One of the officers, a tall human man, who looks to be out of shape, and a half-elven man follows him, holding a blinking device attached to his belt.

DC 10 spellcraft:
This is a page-signal. A pretty common item in security pursuits. It's a simple signal emitter, that when activated, casts an alarm effect that gets picked up by others on the same frequency if they're nearby.

I'm gonna have to ask you to hold it right there. I don't recognize you folks, can you state your business for me? The closer man says.

Silver Crusade

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Male
Temporal Stuff:
4 CON Damage. / HP 25/25. / Fort +8.
Daily Resources: Smite Evil: 2/2 ; Lay on Hands: 5/5 ; Detect Evil: At Will HP 32/32 | AC/T/FF 18/11/17 | CMD 19 | Fort +10 Ref +6 Will +7 | Init +5 Perception -1

Azrael nods at Bishop's advice about Mr. White "We will, Bishop. Thank you for your guidance, useful as always." he says with a smile.

On their way to the tram station, Azrael seems silent, captured by his thoughts. It wasn't until they arrived that he spoke to Gwynn. "Whatever happened that made you return to us, I am glad for that... but I am ashamed I couldn't help you. Please, I beg your forgiveness." says the paladin as he extends his hand in a friendly gesture.

Azrael then looks around, making sure nobody is trying to peek at what they talk.
"To the rest... I owe you an apology. You all have been honest and straightforward, and I was still being weighted down by the past... even I thought I had grown wiser. You deserve to know who I am if we are to fight side by side with trust."
His face eases as if he was liberating concerns and wrong feelings.
"Sixteen years ago I left Calwekd in pursue of my own calling. When I returned three weeks ago, I discovered that much had changed... but my own family didn't. I was born Azrael Ainsworth, even if I cutted my connections to them long ago I need to accept who I am. Please, don't let this change your treatment towards me. I have no power or charge above you: we are partners in this... but I wasn't at ease having you all on the dark."

At the Tech School...
When the security officers are spotted, Azrael turn to the rest.
"Our badges are easily recognised, I'd rather not flash them unless we are in dire need. Allow me to talk this time."
As the party is greeted by the officers, Azrael walks forward and smiles.

"I am Azrael Ainsworth, and these people come with me. As you understand being the ones in charge of security, it isn't wise to speak where unwanted ears may lie. We came to meet Mr. White. He is the one to decide if you are to know of our bussiness. But you have my word: we mean no trouble, we are here to help. Can you show us the way around?

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24


Crossblooded Sorcerer 4 - Demi-Gestalt Bloodrager | HP: | AC: 19, T: 13, FF: 16 | Fort: +10, Ref: +5, Will: +3 | BAB: +3, CMB: +2, CMD: 15 | Init: +3 | Perception: +7 | Bloodrage: 13/13 1st Level Spells 7/7 | 2nd Level Spells 4/4

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

Serephina smiled winsomely at the people staring at her compatriots. She even managed to not bear her teeth. If people wanted to stare at others for being different, you'd think someone with glowing tattoos and bare feet would be a likely target, but she'd found the holy symbol of her Lady allowed her a surprising degree of flexibility in what she could get away with. Most thought of her habits as 'charming' or at worst 'eccentric' rather than crazy.

As they approached the guards, Serephina nodded at the guards and looked at the security device. It was a smart move, and made her wonder if the Labs had such security under normal circumstances. She considered showing her badge, but since Azrael hadn't bothered - or mentioning who they worked for - she didn't either, for now.


Female Tiefling (Grimspawn) Occultist: 3 HP: 26/26

You an' me both, Lanliss. Gwynn said.

Gwynn flashes a smile to Bishop and says. Feel free to follow if you want. I don't mind.

GM:

Relax, Kek-ra. He won't bite. Just... Don't look at his shadow and you'll be fine.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Phew!
Whu-oh, Abel, looks like we have a few admirers over there. Gwynn said, nodding her head slightly in their direction but not pointing.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
Would you look at that. Expecting a lot of trouble, boys? Gwynn said, trying not to stare at the device.
Gwynn watched Azrael speak. He did a good enough job that she felt she had nothing left to add other than a smile and a nod.


Male Undine Monk (MoMS) lvl 1/Deadly Fist Soulknife Lvl 3 Hp 21/24 | Ac 20 | FF 15| Tch 19 | CMD 22 | Fort 4 | Ref 9| Will 10 | Percption +11 , Darkvision | Initiative +5

Percept: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

It seems so, Likely as we are oddities... it is no concern they are most likely just curious Abel simply smiles back to the onlooker's Turning back to the current situation Allowing Azrael to speak to the guards as he takes in the sights


Conditions/Buffs/Debuffs: Mage Armor(+4 AC), Dead Elf Wizard(spellslinger) 1/Sorceror 2 | HP -8/9 | AC 13(17 with mage armor-currently active) Touch 12 Flat 11| CMB 1 | CMD 13| Ref +3 Fort -1 Will +5 | Init. +6| Perception +5| Wand of Mage Armor 48/50 charges|

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
spell craft: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
Lanliss has nothing to add, but hopes that Azrael can talk their way out of this
Fixed the character sheet link. You should have beyond tabletop connected to your Google drive to use it.


The fellow in the back lets go of his belt as soon as he hears the name "Ainsworth."

I-oh! Oh, I'm so sorry! My names Jed. I didn't know you'd show up in person. You're here about the-right. Right this way. The man in front stumbles over his words, clearly not expecting the party.

You proceed through the school grounds without so much as an aside glance for once. Everyone here is busy with something already it would seem. The population seem to be employee's at work or they're students either studying or running to class. The sky grows darker still, leaving the stone architecture a duller color than the white paint would suggest. Thankfully, the walls are periodically covered in motivational posters and sign-ups for clubs and events.

"Evocation and Conjuration Safety Committee," "Battle-bot Club," "Fitness club" "Go fightin' Wizards!" (With a decidedly muscular looking man in a pointy orange hat and black robes, the team mascot for the cities sports teams.)

You make your collective way to the sectioned off biology lab. Security personnel are busy shooing away a group of curious college girls. Jed pulls the caution tape aside and ushers you into the hallway, leading to a lab at the end. On the other side of the room, there is another doorway, bu the lighting down thataway seems dim.

Thanks for showin' up. John's been getting worse waiting for an answer. Hope you can get something helpful out of him. If not, maybe try one of his assistants.

True to expectation, inside the lab room down the hallway are four people. One younger male, looks to be a human on a glance, a young elven woman, both of whom seem to be trying to re-organize the area. There's a police officer keeping an eye on the occupants, his officers overcoat being a giveaway of his purpose here, he gives a nod to the party as they enter.

I.D.? He asks while looking you over, but he barely gets the question out before being interrupted by the fourth person in the room. A stark rim of white hair wraps around the sides and back of this thin mans head, liver spots adorn his heads crown and words fly out of his mouth at a high frequency.

Whoareyou?TheAinsworthsendyou?Isentthemamessagelabeled"Urgent"tothatlazygoo d-for-nothinghousehoursagoandIknowthatslackerLornehasateleportationcirclein hishousesomewhereiswearit'slikeyoukidswanttospendallofyourtimegalavantingar oundwithyourunderwearontheoutsidetryingtofightcrimeorrunaroundkillingweirdl youtofthewaygroupsofgreenpeopleandjustexpectingmoneytofallintoyourlaps.

Well?

Gwynn:
Waiting until you arrive at the school grounds, having sat in silence on the way. I don't understand people like Bishop. Why give yourself to some rich people? They don't care about us. Hell, she even calls him a servant, like that's all he is? You start a school or two, teach people what you want them to have. Time goes on, suddenly those are the skill's all the other places the same people want the masses to know. Everybody thinks you did them a favor now that the only knowledge available is what you want. I'd prefer if you posted your responses in the open of gameplay. After all, people can hear you.


Male Undine Monk (MoMS) lvl 1/Deadly Fist Soulknife Lvl 3 Hp 21/24 | Ac 20 | FF 15| Tch 19 | CMD 22 | Fort 4 | Ref 9| Will 10 | Percption +11 , Darkvision | Initiative +5

Abel chuckles, Someone it seems is round up rather tightly, yes we were sent to investigate


Female Tiefling (Grimspawn) Occultist: 3 HP: 26/26

A Little Birdie Told Me:

No Problem. Much easier this way, actually.
Well, you gotta have a career. Set you sights as high and low as you possibly can, you know. Gwynn pondered. It is an ugly thing, isn't it. You get powerful enough, you can rewrite the books however you want, alter reality without the aid of magic, so to speak. They're breeding out the great revolutionary thinkers to come.

Oh, reminds me of my days in University. Gwynn mused, quietly. Even then, I lived mostly in the library.

Green people? Gwynn asks, basically the only thing she picked up out of the rapid-fire verbosity.


Why is it in the spoiler then?


Conditions/Buffs/Debuffs: Mage Armor(+4 AC), Dead Elf Wizard(spellslinger) 1/Sorceror 2 | HP -8/9 | AC 13(17 with mage armor-currently active) Touch 12 Flat 11| CMB 1 | CMD 13| Ref +3 Fort -1 Will +5 | Init. +6| Perception +5| Wand of Mage Armor 48/50 charges|

Teleportation circle? Underwear on the outside? Green people?
Calm down. Please, tell us what exactly happened, this is very important if you want justice served.

Silver Crusade

Male
Temporal Stuff:
4 CON Damage. / HP 25/25. / Fort +8.
Daily Resources: Smite Evil: 2/2 ; Lay on Hands: 5/5 ; Detect Evil: At Will HP 32/32 | AC/T/FF 18/11/17 | CMD 19 | Fort +10 Ref +6 Will +7 | Init +5 Perception -1

"Mr. White, please calm yourself. Indeed we are here to help. We can't teleportate without arising suspicions, as much as we'd love galavanting around with our underwears on the outside we can't do that either." says Azrael, who managed to not crack even a smile until that point "Can you please update us on what happened, what did they took, where, when and how? I suspect the security here isn't light."

The paladin turns to the police officer and smiles again "Sir, I hope you understand we prefer not to flash our identifications around, it could be detrimental to us, you, this institution and the House that funds it. But you have my word as an ordained servant of Har'kul that we are here to help catch the tresspassers and return the stolen goods to its rightful owner. Keep in mind that we are here to help, not to rob you of your authority or right of investigation. Please, consider us freelance consultors if you will." he says as he uncovers the holy symbol in his breastplate. "I hope it isn't asking too much, but could you please tell us what you found? I am worried that whatever they stole could be weaponized or be dangerous in the wrong hands."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24
Where were all these teens when we were fighting the cookie making golem?


Female Tiefling (Grimspawn) Occultist: 3 HP: 26/26

Oh, I thought you meant in the open of the gameplay board as the gameplay board itself, as opposed to PM. No problem. Sorry.


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Is fine. I was wondering where there was confusion.

Oh sure, yeah, go on and help yourselves to comb over-do you think I'm a moron?! Any idiot can get a holy symbol. Anybody can just say they're here to "help." I accept Ainsworth authority. Not a churches. Now take all of your unidentified arses and-

The flimsy professor gives an exasperated, and very exaggerated sigh at the continued lack of action.

Give it a rest, Openheim. Yeesh, you talk too much.

Gwynn:
Oh okay. Pot, kettle. You're black.

If security let them through, we should take all the help we can get. It's not like this could get any worse. Besides you can keep an eye on them while they're here, right? You officers should worry less about me, it's my work that needs tracking. The officer responds with a significant degree of self-control.

Professor-

Ah-ah. We talked about this.

-Mr. White, I have very clear orders. If you insist on having these people here, then, yes I have to watch them. But I can't keep track of this many people at once. I need your word that you will only tell them what you've told me, instruct them on where to search, then vacate the crime scene along with your assistants. Am I clear? The professor fidgets for a moment, before one more sigh and an answer.

Oh fine. Jacques, Tes. Follow me. The assistants do so, and Mr. White ushers the party into the hall of dim light. Officer Openheim following in the rear, seeming to be watching the groups hands.

The hall opens to a staircase leading up, though the lighting gets no better. In fact, no light at all emits from the doorway at the end. Those with Darkvision see that the black metal door may have something to do with it.

Let me be clear, my research on the humanoid body I conduct primarily involves studying the individual parts. Organs, bone marrow, you know the idea. I've kept it to myself for the most part. Really now, how can people be so squeamish? Knowledge isn't something to scrunch your face at. This lab is somewhere I thought would be secure enough from prying eyes, but I guess some people these days just don't care about a locked door or two. Someone has absconded with one of my brains. So without further ado, I present to you all...

Mr. White lets himself in and quickly closes the door behind him. A moment later he swings it open and quickly flips on a dull red light that just barely illuminates the edges of the room. All manner of organs and viscera line the walls, several cases on tables. Each thankfully contained in jars of goop that comes out a vague dark color in the lighting.

MY LABORATORY! AHAHAHA! Lightning immediately crashes behind the blackened curtains sealing any potential light out of the windows.

Ooh hoo hoo! It finally happened! See Tes? If I listened to you, I would have missed my chance. I can finally write that one off my Science Bucket List. The assistant silently shakes her head, muttering in elven Oh now he's never going to stop that.

At this point, you guys have a few different options. I'll list them here. Just remember that you can take ten if you wish, and moving anything at a crime scene is considered bad form. At least, if you get caught. Or if you don't ask.

Options for everyone:

  • Try a perception check for the lightning.

  • Examine the jars. Know: Nature, Heal, or Perception can help you here.

  • Examine the papers laying about on the research table. Know: Engineering can help you here but is not required.

  • Speak with the NPC's. You can talk to the assistant researchers Jacques or Tes, officer Openheim, or with Mr. White some more. Bluff, Diplomacy, Sense Motive or the less wise Intimidate can help you here.

  • Examine the door. Know: Arcana, Engineering, or Disable Device can help with this.

  • Crossblooded Sorcerer 4 - Demi-Gestalt Bloodrager | HP: | AC: 19, T: 13, FF: 16 | Fort: +10, Ref: +5, Will: +3 | BAB: +3, CMB: +2, CMD: 15 | Init: +3 | Perception: +7 | Bloodrage: 13/13 1st Level Spells 7/7 | 2nd Level Spells 4/4

    Watching in bemusement and mild horror, Serephina shook her head. Studying the brain made a certain level of sense, but the way the mad acted was like he had read far too many of the poorer Penny Dreadfuls. She half expected to find a partially constructed Flesh Golem somewhere in the place. She looked more closely at the strange jars, trying to work out exactly what they were meant to do.

    Heal: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27


    Female Tiefling (Grimspawn) Occultist: 3 HP: 26/26

    Don't mind a little guilt. Gwynn grinned at Kek-Ra. I'm close to this devil, and I trust myself to be accountable for my actions. As long as I'm around, I don't know, I'm there to act as an interventive should things go sour.

    Gwynn listened intently, and at some points, uncomfortably. At the point White made his loud announcement with the lightning and all manner of viscera, Gwynn couldn't help but give up a single-person applause. C'mon, guys, that was impressive. What? Nothing?

    Gwynn walks up to the good doctor and flashes him a friendly smile. Pleasure to meet ya, mate. Gwynn Cleary, atcher service. She hit him first with flattery. Interest. It's a real pleasure. Might I ask, have you ever published your findings? I'm a bit of a bookworm myself, I might have even heard of you. Then, the questions of real import. Regardless, I get the sense you've made some progress here. Anything you would want to share with a fellow acadamecian? She asked, leaning in closer and widening her eyes.
    Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18


    Conditions/Buffs/Debuffs: Mage Armor(+4 AC), Dead Elf Wizard(spellslinger) 1/Sorceror 2 | HP -8/9 | AC 13(17 with mage armor-currently active) Touch 12 Flat 11| CMB 1 | CMD 13| Ref +3 Fort -1 Will +5 | Init. +6| Perception +5| Wand of Mage Armor 48/50 charges|

    Lanliss, strides over to the assistant. He mutters in elven:Must be painful working with him. He then gets down to business.What particular...uh... type of brain disappeared?


    Spoilered for shortness after those last couple posts.

    Non-suspicious Dice:
    Non-suspicious: 2d20 ⇒ (2, 14) = 16

    Seraphina:
    Seraphinas expertise in surgical knowledge lets her know several details. First that the "goop" is a form of embalming fluid, a dark green color in normal lighting. The containers are used to keep specimens in pristine condition. This particular brand seems to be very high-end. It's possible some could even still be functional if implanted as a donor organ.
    Second, only the top shelf contains brains. The other three shelves are organ-ized similarly, but seem to be intact.
    Third, the small flecks of glass across the top shelf. Someone should really clean that up. A person with thinner skin than Seraphina could get hurt swiping their hand up there. And evidently they already have. You find a small amount of dried blood on the shelf. Still not as creepy as an elf on the shelf.
    Perhaps most importantly, a single slot on that same shelf is missing the glass walls and top. Only an empty base is here with a small amount of fluid spilled. The base is labelled "13-A."

    Gwynn:
    Well, thank you dear, I'm glad someone appreciates off-kilter humor. We have to keep the mood light somehow with sourpuss over here dragging his rain-cloud about. He gestures in the direction of Openheim, who seems unaware that he is even being spoken of. Still watching like a hawk though.

    Oh, we haven't been introduced properly. I am Professor Johnathan White. Please call me Mister White, or John. I've helped in a few research endeavors here and there. The School might have had my name listed a few times, but I've never been one for spotlight. Oh, so many people. I wish I had the sort of gumption and people skills that would take. Like you! Why, in my prime, I could have had dozens of published papers I'd bet. Have you performed any research in the fields? A young lady like you has the world to explore with time to spare! Oh, yes. Your other question. I've... hmm. Well, I suppose there's no harm in mentioning the various items and other bits I've been working on. You see, I lived up north during my childhood, so I know how the cold feels. Never walked uphill to school though. Don't know why folks my age always say that. In that time I had the idea to create something that could more easily protect someone from the cold. Not exactly clothing, but something that would work as an insulator. Something that could convert that chill into energy. I know, I know. "Something from nothing you say? Bah! Impossible!" But what I have done is to convert that absence of energy into a sort of signal, that drags extraplanar energy of the cold into our plane. Now this needs to be controlled to only the smallest amount of transfer, but if I succeed, I could theoretically give the impression of a thermal, outer layer to normal clothing that could allow anybody to traverse a treacherous landscape. All the while, giving that same person the ability to utilize that cold energy for other applications. Looking at the list, Know: Local is the go-to skill for "people of interest" so gimme a roll for that to see if Mr. White rings any bells. Also, A Know: Planes check to figure out more clear details on whatever the hell he just said.

    Lanliss:
    Tes (who the GM is assuming was the intended conversation partner) responds further in elven, seeming comfortable with the language. Far from it. Professor White has quite the glowing reputation around the university, especially among the older staff. While his sense of humor is well... juvenile, I've learned far more on the nature of anatomy from him than I ever expected to from a human. Adjusting her glasses, the elven woman looks over to the wall missing one of the pieces in it's proverbial gallery.

    I'm certain 13-A was a human brain. The individual in particular was addled in his final years. Final in context would mean his thirty-first. Sad to see. An out-lier acquired for research I'd venture to guess.


    Conditions/Buffs/Debuffs: Mage Armor(+4 AC), Dead Elf Wizard(spellslinger) 1/Sorceror 2 | HP -8/9 | AC 13(17 with mage armor-currently active) Touch 12 Flat 11| CMB 1 | CMD 13| Ref +3 Fort -1 Will +5 | Init. +6| Perception +5| Wand of Mage Armor 48/50 charges|

    Yeah, it was Tes.
    That is sad. Though 31 is an unusual age for mental ailments, from what little I picked up in my 120 years.


    Crossblooded Sorcerer 4 - Demi-Gestalt Bloodrager | HP: | AC: 19, T: 13, FF: 16 | Fort: +10, Ref: +5, Will: +3 | BAB: +3, CMB: +2, CMD: 15 | Init: +3 | Perception: +7 | Bloodrage: 13/13 1st Level Spells 7/7 | 2nd Level Spells 4/4

    Taking a moment to find somewhere to wash her hands, Serephina noted down what she had found in a small notebook, and thanking her Lady that her skin hadn't been broken by that glass - she did not want to to know if any of these contained a disease, but if they did...well, there was a reason she had washed her hands - and moved to Officer Openheim.

    "Hellow again, Officer," she said with a small smile. "What can you add about the circumstances of the break, in please? It would be get to a professional's opinion."

    Diplomacy: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22


    Male Undine Monk (MoMS) lvl 1/Deadly Fist Soulknife Lvl 3 Hp 21/24 | Ac 20 | FF 15| Tch 19 | CMD 22 | Fort 4 | Ref 9| Will 10 | Percption +11 , Darkvision | Initiative +5

    Abel says little though pays attention to the talk and the surroundings taking his own mental notes.


    Continuing to use spoilers for shortness sake.

    Lanliss:
    You make me feel like a hag with my 140 years. Yes, the man was young. He was diagnosed with a form of mania and schizophrenia I believe. He was also a divination specialist. I think he may have pried where he should not have.

    Seraphina:
    The officer speaks curtly, remaining vigilant I'm already skirting the line by allowing unauthorized personnel onto a crime scene as-is. I will not discuss what at the current point in time is sheer conjecture. I have my theories. Like my answer to why these five people seem to think not giving I.D. will make it hard to identify a fish, someone with glowing tattoos and a girl with a tail.


    Conditions/Buffs/Debuffs: Mage Armor(+4 AC), Dead Elf Wizard(spellslinger) 1/Sorceror 2 | HP -8/9 | AC 13(17 with mage armor-currently active) Touch 12 Flat 11| CMB 1 | CMD 13| Ref +3 Fort -1 Will +5 | Init. +6| Perception +5| Wand of Mage Armor 48/50 charges|

    Lanliss laughs. Only 20 years. Don't need to feel that bad.
    After hearing the last sentences, he says:Well, that could be an important. Don't know how stealing the brain would help, but such magic could exist that would serve the burglars purposes.

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