The Flaxseed Pathfinder Lodge: Explore, Report, Cooperate!

Game Master Redelia

"NO. MORE COW BELL YOU FOOL!!" Agirran stands and physically tosses the small creature into the kitchen area, where among the great many things that clatter and fall to the floor, a person could pick out a cow bell.

*Smirk*

Because he was already in the kitchen engaged in the acquisition of pork dumplings, Guang cannot help but notice the tossed arrival into the kitchen. The comfortably-rotund, golden-skinned man sidesteps the creature on reflex, then looks down at him sympathetically and offers him? it? a hand up.

"Are you hurt?"

"Eh? Puppet showww?" The small strange man wobbles to his feet.

"Was that really necessary?" Abaal asks the Ulfen reaver, a bit of cool steel in his voice.

Guang tilts his head at the little figure, for this is not an answer to his question. Perhaps the little one did not understand. He tries in a different tongue. "你身体好吗?"

"我想，我降落在我的帽子."

"I speak Taldani too, but the landing and hunger have left me a bit 腐坏的--err, addled."

Guang pats the little man on the shoulder gently, smiling warmly at the sound of the words of home. He picks up the hat in question and tries to dust it off before handing it back.

"别担心，小朋友。如果你饿了，我有这些最优秀的小笼馒头，就像可喜的饺子充满了猪肉，我就充满了喜悦与大家分享."

lol Google Translate Chinese? I suspect not, the sentence structure is pretty good.

(Indeed, Google translate. But much experience with it has taught me that if you format sentences very plainly and clearly and avoid any sort of English idioms (and there are so many you don't register are idioms until you think about it), that Google translate actually does an adequate job.)

"我现在充满了喜悦和，虽然我应尽的饺一些空间."

Nulveilio smiles and follows the man to his seat.

"So how are the others?"

"Well like I said I was just with Fauxish. She's off investigating one of those fallen fortresses outside of town. Creat's got a job guarding a somnambulist, after that gig guarding the goblins in Irrisen fell through. Did you hear that Gwen color sprayed him and took his place last minute?"

Guang settles at a spot near the fire in the common room, sinking down to sit cross-legged on the floor. He digs into the bag he acquired from the kitchen and fishes out several hot pork buns which he freely offers to the little shadowborn. He continues to chat amiably in Tien, because it's rare enough he gets to do so, even if his typist will avoid continued comprehend languages shenanigans.

"Here we are! Now, what is your name, little friend? I am Brother Guang, a humble servant of Irori the Perfected. You are a puppeteer?"

"I heard Bullwhip and Thaia both got trilogy work."

Everyone at the table looked impressed by the news.

Guang settles at a spot near the fire in the common room, sinking down to sit cross-legged on the floor. He digs into the bag he acquired from the kitchen and fishes out several hot pork buns which he freely offers to the little shadowborn. He continues to chat amiably in Tien, because it's rare enough he gets to do so, even if his typist will avoid continued comprehend languages shenanigans.

"Here we are! Now, what is your name, little friend? I am Brother Guang, a humble servant of Irori the Perfected. You are a puppeteer?"

"Nulveilio the Inexplicable." With great flourish before sitting down on the rug. "I practice the ancient art of shadow puppetry. It is an art-form drawn from the days when there was naught but firelight and people with tales to tell. Even the gods where young then. If I might?"

Nulveilio mutters a quick incantation. and suddenly the sounds around you change to those more common in a cold mountain top rather than an tavern as if a group of choral singers were giving voice to the winds and snows.

Then upon the wall behind the little man the silhouettes of those peaks come into view created out of the shadows of the man's hands, expertly folded napkins, utensils and the fireplace's warm light. At first you are soaring among them--the anonymous peaks of some strange, distant land until one mountain takes special prominence. You are soon drawn down to it into a small shadow village at its base where the silhouette of waving boy greets you with a unintelligible, but no less warm and welcoming voice like twittering bird's song.

Nulveilio takes 10 on his Performance check to render a 19--an enjoyable performance. Involving a young village boy who befriends the great bear spirit of the mountains, a much loved tale drawn from northern Tian Xia. By turns it is funny, scary, joyful, sad and finally inspiring.

"And we're all stuck here between gigs."

"CORE's really popular right now." Abaal says sagely.

"Gwen 's CORE."

"F!#* CORE."

"Hey! I myself was once CORE."

"Yeah and you swapped up when at the time they wouldn't let you speak our native tongue, because it wasn't in the book. Stupid friggin' CORE!"

"They've changed it since then."

"Yeah, but yer stuck with us now aren't ya?" Agirran says and finishes his ale.

"You should watch your tongue Agirran, there's a paladin in the group now."

Natula almost spits her drink. "That Pollyanna girl? Please. I think she's CORE too."

"Well then we ain't ever going to meet, so who cares?" Agirran says wiping his mouth with the back of his huge, colorful forearm. "Face it, we're stuck here for the holidays. You included Mr. Daring Swordsman of Katapesh."

Abaal was about to take action at the offense when Natula, unnaturally wistful, interrupted saying: "Yeah, even that Shonne elf girl got into a lifetime gig, a 1st-12th level run of Season 1 adventures. Assuming the derro don't do them in first that is." *small smirk*

"Her name is Apollyanna. She and the new elf, Rilia are at some big Pathfinder holiday party right now. Apollyanna's at the CORE one naturally."

"Oh natrually. And let's be frank, she's a paladin and therefore a Pollyanna."

"Nulveilio the Inexplicable." With great flourish before sitting down on the rug. "I practice the ancient art of shadow puppetry. It is an art-form drawn from the days when there was naught but firelight and people with tales to tell. Even the gods where young then. If I might?"

Nulveilio mutters a quick incantation. and suddenly the sounds around you change to those more common in a cold mountain top rather than an tavern as if a group of choral singers were giving voice to the winds and snows.

Then upon the wall behind the little man the silhouettes of those peaks come into view created out of the shadows of the man's hands, expertly folded napkins, utensils and the fireplace's warm light. At first you are soaring among them--the anonymous peaks of some strange, distant land until one mountain takes special prominence. You are soon drawn down to it into a small shadow village at its base where the silhouette of waving boy greets you with a unintelligible, but no less warm and welcoming voice like twittering bird's song.

Guang considers this while ripping his bun to shreds and starting to eat it. "What makes you inexplicable? Or-- perhaps all souls are inexplicable... oh, yes, please do so."

The gold-skinned Tien man avidly listens and watches the shadows and sound, perfectly charmed by the display and the skill. Despite his Tien appearance, he doesn't recognize the story told, because one does not get the benefit of traveling puppet-artists or even many storytellers when one grows up in a monastery situated high in the mountains of the Wall of Heaven. So Guang is as appreciative of the show as any child seeing it for the first time.

When the performance concludes, Guang beams his delight, clapping enthusiastically. "That was very wonderful! You have considerable skill with the tools of your trade, my friend. I regret that I cannot entertain you in a similar fashion. I especially liked the bit where you used the fork for the waving tree."

Nulveilio bends the fork more or less back into shape. *BURP!* "Pardon. Yes well trust me, the novelty of a warm meal and an audience was entertainment enough. Now if only the Society would call upon me to venture forth with them that I might be able to make food less of a luxury and more of a staple." He sighs heavily. "You see, I'm not really all that different than anyone else here."

"As for 'inexplicable' well my folk are still a relative oddity on this side of the world. That and we don't pass as well as the Kitsune."

"Anyone see Uko lately?"

"Oh this is rich!" Agirran nearly jumps out of his chair to tell the tale. "So the society sent him, Uko-Xaio the troll-sized, ex-slave, half-orc with arms like my thighs and that huge red mohawk, and warpaint undercover... wait for it-- to an opera in Oppara!" The entire table--the morose, but well intoxicated Coiger included--falls over laughing hysterically.

"He was still in his friggin' loin cloth, bare-chested, wearing those huge meat cleavers he calls weapons! HAHAHA!"

Abaal stops laughing first. "And Kraww?"

"That fascist bird? He's on the other side of the world lookin' fer perfection or some such. We won't see him anytime soon."

A strange woman with glassy, unfocused eyes steps in from outdoors. Her threadbare motley showing all the brilliant colors of autumn.

"Oh? Hello." she says in a languid dreamy voice to the room in general as if she were surprised to find people here.

"Crap! It's the crazy girl! Don't make eye contact!" Natula nearly hisses at her table mates.

Nulveilio bends the fork more or less back into shape. *BURP!* "Pardon. Yes well trust me, the novelty of a warm meal and an audience was entertainment enough. Now if only the Society would call upon me to venture forth with them that I might be able to make food less of a luxury and more of a staple." He sighs heavily. "You see, I'm not really all that different than anyone else here."

"As for 'inexplicable' well my folk are still a relative oddity on this side of the world. That and we don't pass as well as the Kitsune."

Guang fishes out the last of the char siu bao from the sack, tears it in half, and offers one part to the wayang. "I am certain that you will receive a Society mission in time, my friend. One must adopt an attitude of serenity and acceptance, and in so doing, one conquers the problem of time."

lol I'm reading it in Chinese but It's not always perfect hence I was surprised to see one adequately structured.

Having procured a jug somewhere, Graff stays where he is observing..........

Guang fishes out the last of the char siu bao from the sack, tears it in half, and offers one part to the wayang. "I am certain that you will receive a Society mission in time, my friend. One must adopt an attitude of serenity and acceptance, and in so doing, one conquers the problem of time."

"Well I certainly hope I conquer the problems of time soon." Nulveilio says cheerfully.

Clearly someone is a bit bored! Amazing how many of those characters are the same person ...

An illusory projection appears. The elf is beautiful, but she looks quite cold. The image shakes some snow from her ears and says, "Did someone call? It was hard to tell over Hunwald's yammering."

A tall half-elf walks in. "Greetings Pathfinders. I am looking for one more brave member to fill out my group." he pulls out a list and starts to read from it.
"We are heading off to face the Devil we Know. We've already faced him thrice and have one more battle to engage in." he puts away the scroll. and looks up. "If you are brave, please step forward. We may need a healer, but any would be good."

Looking for one more member in the Devil We Know saga. We have finished the first 3 and our current make up is a Fighter (2), Druid (4), Barbarian (2) and a Wizard (3). If you're interested, please go here.

GM Amsheagar, PM sent.

Once again, a bright orange whisp of flame enters through the keyhole and floats over to the middle of the floor before forming into the likeness of a man. "I have an expedition that is already moving towards the City of Kaer Maga. We need up to three robust and strong pathfinders to complete the team. If any of you brave souls wish to dare the catacombs of Pharasma, COME WITH ME."

Need to flesh out a group getting ready to play Godsmouth Heresy. Lots of undead in this dungeon crawl, and we are short on muscle. Bard and Wizard confirmed with a third possible. I would prefer some melee characters, but the first two signups are guaranteed, third one is a possible.

"I've gotta go." Abaal says gathering up his falchion.

"What the Hells for? We only just got here."

"I've gotta thing."

"A thing?!"