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Male TN Hobgoblin Kineticist 5 | HP: 68/68 15 NL| AC: 18 (14 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 16 | F: +9, R: +8, W: +1 | Init: +6 | Perc: +8, SM: +0 | Speed 30ft | Action Points: 4/9 | Burn: 3 | Active conditions: Flesh of Stone (DR2/Adamantine).

With the Handmaiden
Malgrim looks on the Handmaiden dispassionately, but without pity. "As someone who will never know his parents, I cannot add a timely anecdote. I simply hope that you comprehend how many lives you have damaged with your machinations."

He turned to allow others to discuss her sentencing.

Later

Malgrim shrugs when the money is presented, turning to the others. "There is little I can do with this. I am, however, curious to see if the developments of today will improve our reception at the Quarrier's guild."


Male LG Aasimar Paladin 5 / Expert (Swindler) 1 | HP: 51/61 | AC: 23 (12 Tch, 22 Fl) | CMB: +9, CMD: 21 | F: +11, R: +8, W: +11 (& resistances) | Init: +1 | Perc: +7 (darkvision), SM: +4 | Speed 20ft | Smite Evil: 0/2, Lay on Hands: 3/6, Divine Bond: 0/1 | Action points: 12, Reroll: 1/1 | Active conditions: Smite evil, divine bond (keen).

"Yes, that does sound like a worthy thing to do next," Arimar attempts but fails to stifle a yawn, "Do let us know if you need any help evicting wrongful proprietors. I'm thinking we might need to be quite hands on for a little while. I'm not good with accounts, though. Gwen?"

Arimar takes a seat behind the desk, not realising that it was Lanvi's chair from way back when they first saw her at this mansion. "It would be wonderful to get back to rebuilding the Fountain. Do we have an ETA on those priests of Abadar? I take it a missive has been sent, yes, Hepec? I want these Versades off our property and the handmaiden with them."

Happy to sell everything for group loot. Some party consumables would seem to be a very good use of cash right now. Those potions should go to someone who can't lay on hands. :-)


Portraits | Tactical | Hollow Mountain

Early the next day, the companions and Hepec, all whom have fallen asleep in Mistress Lanvi office, are woken by a guard rushing into the office.

"Hepec, masters, there is a commotion at the gates. Please come quickly."

Quickly gathering their belongings, they hurry down the stairs, past the numerous sleeping bodies, and out to the front gate.

There they see Julthor and a member of the city watch. Both have brought a handful of guardsman who are flanking their respective commanders in a semi-circle behind them.

Julthor is standing like a tree in the midst of the breaking surf. His face impassive, his hands resting at his side, the stares sightlessly at the city watch captain as she gesticulates wildly.

Her face flushed with anger, her voice rising above the din, the captain of the city watch begins to point and stab her finger in Julthor's chest as she makes each point.

"And I have orders, mind you, official orders, that these prisoners are to be turned over and brought to the The Hells. Magnimar's largest and only official jail By what authority do you think to countermand that?!?"

Julthor merely shrugs. "They will not be going to the Hells." he responds in a calm voice. "The First Vault has jurisdiction over this matter, as we are an impartial intermediary. And I will caution you to not touch my person again, if you please." he nods politely towards the captain.

"You can go f+*# yourself and you can stick that jur ..." the word never finishes crossing her lip as soon as the tip of her finger brushes a thread of Julthor's garment, the man files into action. Faster than humping hummingbirds, his hand encompases her finger and with a deft twist, he quickly spins her around, pinning her wrist to the small of her back.

The city watch stand dumbfounded for a few seconds, before springing into action. Two guards rush the blind man. Before they can take a few steps, he lowers his center of gravity to a crouching position, the captain howling in pain and matching his elevation to alleviate the torque on her shoulder, mimics Julthor. Releasing the captain, Julthor spins on the balls of his foot, sweeping his other leg across the back the closest guard's knee. The guard tumbles foot over face to the ground, before Julthor grabs the captain's wrist once more.

The guards still press closer to the blind man. This time he leaps into the air, kicking out with his leg. He solidly connects with the city watch's chin, knocking the woman backward as she falls unconscious to the ground. As soon as his feet touch the ground, he donkey kicks behind him and digs his foot deep into the guard's groin behind him. The city watch drops his weapons before grabbing his crotch and falls to the earth in a heap of tears.

The lone remaining city watch looks on in stunned silence as the single blind man has dispatched of his entire unit. "Uh, captain, best let the church take this one."

"Idiot!" comes the captain's reply to her underling. "Julthor, this is not done. You will hear from the City Watch again!"

"I have no doubt." comes Julthor's reply. Releasing the captain, she gathers her guards, and what dignity they have left and slowly slink back to the mass of Magnimar's busy streets.

"I hear you have some friends of yours for me." Julthor tells you with a small smile slowly creeping on his lips.


Male LG Aasimar Paladin 5 / Expert (Swindler) 1 | HP: 51/61 | AC: 23 (12 Tch, 22 Fl) | CMB: +9, CMD: 21 | F: +11, R: +8, W: +11 (& resistances) | Init: +1 | Perc: +7 (darkvision), SM: +4 | Speed 20ft | Smite Evil: 0/2, Lay on Hands: 3/6, Divine Bond: 0/1 | Action points: 12, Reroll: 1/1 | Active conditions: Smite evil, divine bond (keen).

"Masterfully done, Justicar Julthor," Arimar begins a bow to the man before realizing it is a pointless gesture, "I do wish that you'd given us a chance to explain that we had already engaged the First Vault's services, or even to enquire as to whose authority they were here on. After all, they did nothing when the house was taken, why the sudden interest when it is restored?" The paladin finds himself waiting for an answer, despite originally intending his line to be more rhetorical.

"As for 'friends', yes we do indeed have some for you," the big man smiles and chuckles softly when he catches himself in yet another show of body language in front of a blind man, "Though Lanvi's daughter will not go willingly. She will plead for her freedom and offer a self-imposed exile from Magnimar in return for avoiding judgement and - one assumes - eventual punishment. I told her the best we could do after her admissions would be to hand her over to you instead of her mother. I would still consider the latter as a punishment, if I were you." Arimar flat out belly-laughs when he realizes that he just winked. I'm glad that he can't see me making a fool of myself... though I guess now he heard me.

Handing over everyone to Julthor. I took some liberties when calling him a 'Justicar', it seemed the branch of the Church of Abadar that best fit.


Priestess of Sarenrae

Skipping ahead a bit - all good there Arimar.

The next fews days are a blur. Combing through paperwork, heading out to the many of Mistress Lanvi's houses of ill repute, and browbeating mid level bureaucrats. The days pass quickly before the Companions realize that they should pay a visit to their business partner.

The manor secure in the hands of Hepec and the handful of retainers, the Companions once more make their way to the temple of Sarenrae. They have made the trek so many times that they don't even notice the landmarks anymore and are surprised at how quickly they have arrived. They notice that the church of Abadar has a much reduced presence here, but a stray cleric or two can be seen roaming the courtyard.

Walking down the winding stairs, they knock gently before entering Khania's chambers. They see her sitting at her writing desk scribbling away, while Mistress Lanvi, looking a bit better, is sitting up in Khania's bed.

Khania is dressed normally in official Sarenrae's priestly garb, while Mistress Lanvi is dressed in a beautifully embroidered silken robe. She is sitting up in bed, with the covers pulled over her legs, and waist, propped up on a hill of pillows. There is a bowl of fruit in her lap, and a dew covered pewter pitcher on the nightstand next to her.

"Ah, my friends!" begins the priestess. "Are you injured? Is there anything I can do to help?

"You must try this." she points to a similar pitcher to the one next to Mistress Lanvi. "Brother Dron has taken overripe fruit and mashed it with some ice from the ice cellar. Then he placed a weed that has grown along the north wall. It is a taste I have never experienced.

"But you did not return to discuss chilled beverages. Come, tell us of your exploits. Were you all successful?"

Mistress Lanvi pushes herself up higher in bed to listen to the Companions' tale.


Female NG Halfling Bard 5/ expert 1 | HP: 31/36 | AC: 20 (14 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 15 | F: +5, R: +10, W: +9; +5 vs. bardic performance, language-dependent, and sonic, +2 vs. fear | Init: +3 | Perc: +13, SM: 0 | Speed 20ft | bardic knowledge +2, lore master 1/day, versatile performance (oratory) | Spells: glitterdust (DC 17), heroism, silence (DC 17), charm person (DC 16), CLW, deja vu, save finale, (etc.) | Active conditions:

The halfling walks the few paces and grabs pitcher, taking a moment to pour herself a small taste of the cool, fruity beverage. Before she takes a sip for herself, Gwendolyn first offers to pour a portion for each of her companions, asking with her gaze and raising the pitcher in each of their directions, but saying nothing to the men. Then, after she has distributed for those that also would like a taste, the halfling tries the mixture for herself.

Her eyes widen as the smooth flavor passes her lips, a delicious fruity mixture combined with the brilliant chill of cool, crisp ice.

"I cannot say how glad I am to see you up and awake, Mistress Lanvi," Gwendolyn begins, smiling upon the woman propped up in bed. "The last time we saw you, your condition seemed much worse. I hope you are feeling better..."

"As for your estate," the halfling continues on. "We have retaken what is rightfully yours. Your d-- your ahh... your handmaiden is apprehended. She wishes to be released to flee these lands, but we could allow such an action without at least consulting you. She is detained and will remain so, until we can figure out what best to do with her."

"We are also doing our best to begin getting your businesses about town back up and running, in the wake of all that has happened. But it is not easy... not by any stretch."

Dark Archive

Male CN Human Aristocrat (Chelaxian) Barbalchemist 5 | HP: 57/65 Int: 12/14 | AC: 24 (14 Tch, 24 Fl) | CMB: +13, CMD: 22 | F: +8, R: +4, W: +4 | Init: +0 | Perc: +8, SM: +0 | Speed 30ft (20ft in armor) | AP: 14, Bomb: 7/7 | Rage: 8/8 | [Mutagen] | Healing: 0/10 | Active conditions: Wax in my ears, mutagen, phantom blood, bulls str, enlarge, shield

"While I am no follower of Callistria, I can certainly understand her proclivity to vengeance. Your handmaiden betrayed you in one of the deepest of ways one can betray another. I wouldn't ever have considered taking her up on her offer, though she might not have realized that when we questioned her. For now at least, she is being detained as Gwen said. You will still likely have an opportunity to render your own judgement."

Benaiah takes a sip of the glass of fruit water poured by Gwen, and after tasting it, raises his glass both in thanks for the pour, and in respect to the creator of such a delicious beverage.

"There was a surprising amount of resources poured into taking the manor. I am appalled and disgusted at the brazenness of a house so blatently attacking and attempting to steal your manor. Arimar has already pointed this out to Justicar Julthor, but it was surprising that the City Watch was so slow to respond when they invaded, but so quick to respond when we re-took the manor. Something deeper is happening in the power structure of this city, and there are more than just houses aligned against us. It will take more time to root out this information. Hepec has been invaluable, and tireless in his efforts. We should probably give him a raise, but that's a conversation for another time."

With the aftermath details brought forth, Benaiah takes a minute to backtrack and describe in detail their infiltration and capture of the handmaiden, adding in details from Hepec's report where necessary. Realizing she might not have known all the details, he also adds in the blow by blow of the conversation between Julthor and the City Watch as the offenders were apprehended.


Cleric of Calistria

As the Companions relate their tale of success, Mistress Lanvi's face clouds over as the full extent of the Handmaiden's treachery is revealed.

"It is always the ones you love the most that can cause you the most pain." she laments. "To say that I was a bad parent was an understatement. Yet I cannot seem to find any forgiveness in my heart. I shall mull this over for a time, perhaps I shall extract my own vengeance." Lost in thought, Mistress Lanvi laps into silence.


Priestess of Sarenrae

"Oh, and some other news. We have had communications from some of the great houses. We have received official letters from House Mindurian Stonecutters and House Kaddren Mages (Golems). We have left the seals intacte and the letters unread. Care to open them?"


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House Mindurian

Greetings,

It has come to my attention that you recently attempted to do business with the Quarrier's guild. I would like the opportunity to discuss your business with our guild further. You are kindly invited to Mindurian Manor at your earliest convenience. Please send word when you are available.

Looking forward to meeting you,
Filuvia Mindurian

Kn (Nobility):
Filuvia Mindurian is the head of House Mindurian. She is of Chelaxian descent and is a well known gossip among the nobility.

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House Kaddren

Salutations,

Magnimar, the city of Monuments, is also the city of few secrets. Since your arrival a month ago, few groups have attracted as much attention as you and your Mistress. The machinations of the Houses are a deadly game to the foolish, but offer great reward for the cautious.

We of House Kaddren have observed your gameplay from afar and have grown to respect and admire your unique abilities. He have an offer for you, one to help you in your Game. We cordially invite you visit us at the Golemworks to discuss a mutually beneficial alliance.

Please reply when an opportune time would be to discuss terms.

In the meantime House Kaddren would like to offer your this gift. Enjoy!

Sincerely,

Archytas Kaddren

Enclosed in the sealed letter is a second letter offering admittance to an upcoming dog race at Serpent's Run.

Kn Nobility:
One of the founding families of Magnimar, the Kaddrens continue to focus their interests in magic, just as their founder, Antholus Kaddren did. They are strong supporters of the Golemworks , though they are careful to avoid becoming full- on sponsors of the construct makers, as they value the separation between nobility and industry.

Kn Local (Golemworks):
One of Magnimar's best-known industries is the Golemworks, a series of unremarkable, crow-haunted warehouses near the north edge of the Irespan. This studio has grown into a sizable and prestigious workhouse with loyal customers as far away as Absalom and Katapesh. Today, the Golemworks employs nearly two dozen spellcasters of various levels of power to aid in the creation of golems, animated objects, and other creatures for sale as guardians to those who can afford them.


Male LG Aasimar Paladin 5 / Expert (Swindler) 1 | HP: 51/61 | AC: 23 (12 Tch, 22 Fl) | CMB: +9, CMD: 21 | F: +11, R: +8, W: +11 (& resistances) | Init: +1 | Perc: +7 (darkvision), SM: +4 | Speed 20ft | Smite Evil: 0/2, Lay on Hands: 3/6, Divine Bond: 0/1 | Action points: 12, Reroll: 1/1 | Active conditions: Smite evil, divine bond (keen).

"Gwen, beautiful summary!" the paladin compliments their halfling, his mouth being too occupied with the flavor and texture of this strange beverage to speak for a while. It's like my brain is freezing...

"Benaiah, your desire for vengeance is strong," Arimar comments after his companion's line of conversation, "However, the Church of Abadar was left as the rightful judges over the Handmaiden. Also, we have more pressing matters to deal with - else there will be no House of Lanvi to further embed in this city's power structure. We need to refocus on the Fountain."

The man is gladdened to see and read the letters. Since there was no DC associated with the knowledge checks, since Arimar has both knowledge skills and since he has dealt with both the Mindurians and Kaddrens before, I'll take some liberties here and open the spoilers.

"Well, it seems that Filuva's reputation as a Chelaxian gossip is well earned," the paladin smiles fondly, recalling what Balastar had tried not to say about her, "And it appears that whatever the Versades had told these folks to get them no longer holds true. Perhaps they are indeed holding up their end of the bargain after that letter we sent - not to mention failing time and again to eradicate us." Arimar pauses again to gulp down some fruit and weed infused crushed ice. He is forced to stand still and place a hand on the table in front of him to steady himself as another wave of frozen thoughts crashes through his head.

"Oh, wow," he remarks, not sure if he likes the sensation or not, "As for the Kaddrens, I met one of their wizards at the Vanderales' party. They are almost to the Golemworks as House Mindurian are to the miner's guild... though they are not quite open sponsors of the golem makers and exporters. Perhaps some kind of alliance with the Kaddrens would be very useful - imagine having animated objects and golems to guard the house! They would not sleep or tire like the guards do. We'd then only have to worry about whatever failsafes the Kaddrens placed upon them. It all comes down to trust, doesn't it?

"Huh," Arimar adds at the last minute, "I seem to recall someone boasting that the golems made here are sold as far away as Katapesh. Coincidence with the Vanderales doing 'trade' there as well?" Arimar sips more carefully this time while he muses.

"Actually, I'm surprised we haven't heard from the Vanderales yet," he adds, a little perplexed, "We have these damning books in our possession, so either they trust us for some reason, they don't believe us at all or something else I can't yet fathom going on."

The big man begins pacing, his armor making quite the din as it rattles inside the small chamber. "We are sorely in need of friends. While it would be foolish to trust everyone who offers us an alliance, we are going to need as many as we can get. We have leverage over the Vanderales - though I would rather turn that into a reason for them to cease trading drugs, followed by a genuine friendship - and I believe the Mindurians are honorable enough to be open about anything they offer. The Kaddrens may well be more interested in their art than the quarrels of the city, perhaps they are as much a victim of the Versades as we are. At the very least, we can't afford not to hear them out.

"I say we go to House Mindurian and see what they have to say first - right now, if we can - and get started on restoring the Fountain of Bethesda. Then, we can go to the dog race, place a few bets and sniff out these Kaddrens a little before indulging them in a formal meeting. How does that sound?"

Dark Archive

Male CN Human Aristocrat (Chelaxian) Barbalchemist 5 | HP: 57/65 Int: 12/14 | AC: 24 (14 Tch, 24 Fl) | CMB: +13, CMD: 22 | F: +8, R: +4, W: +4 | Init: +0 | Perc: +8, SM: +0 | Speed 30ft (20ft in armor) | AP: 14, Bomb: 7/7 | Rage: 8/8 | [Mutagen] | Healing: 0/10 | Active conditions: Wax in my ears, mutagen, phantom blood, bulls str, enlarge, shield

"Yes, the fountain." Benaiah says curtly in agreement with Arimar, his thoughts already trailing off to the dog races.

He brings his mind back to the present with some effort though, to add to the conversation. "I agree that we need a few friends now as well, though if Filuva is as much of a gossip as you say, we should be careful with that friendship. I wonder just how oppressive the Versades family was to the other families in this heirarchy for the Mindurians and the Kaddrens to offer to treat with us so quickly. Perhaps they are happy to have someone stand against the Versades? That guess may be a bit to far in the "wild ass" category though." Benaiah shrugs his shoulders, ending his unfiltered stream of thoughts.

"I for one, would prefer to be allies with a family like the Mindurians. Balistar's outburst at the slightest challenge to his honor was odd, but does at least hint at his character, and that he would be a good ally to have. Your suggestion on where to start, Arimar, seems as good as any, and probably better than most." He finishes with a raised eyebrow towards Gwen and Malgrim to see if they also concur with the paladin's assessment.


Cleric of Calistria

Correct - no DCs on those spoilers. There will be spoilers with DCs, but these were more of the 'if you have it, you know it' types of skill checks. And nothing is more frustrating than seeing a spoiler and not making the DC to open it. Not that Ibid would know that feeling, but I digress.

Mistress Lanvi tries to sit up more, but instead squeals in pain. A string of curse words that would make a docksman blush quickly follow, while Khania simply rolls her eyes and exhales, before pushing back her chair.

Making her way to the bed, the priestess extends a hand to Mistress Lanvi. With grudging apprehension, Mistress Lanvi grips Khania's hand, and uses it to leverage herself up. Khania quickly darts a hand around Mistress Lanvi, and props a pillow behind her.

Laying back down much closer to a right angle, Mistress Lanvi nods to the priestess before addressing the companions. "I don't need to caution you. You have Gwen and I feel as confident in her abilities at navigating you through Magnimar's social scene as I felt aboard The Audacious with Captain Barbosa. And you have Malgrim to offer you wise counsel. Trust in his heart, as he has never steered you wrong. Arimar, I know what has wrought the change in you. These few days here with these people, these loving, kind people, is in its own way refreshing. Don't" she turns to Khania. "My heart belongs to another goddess so don't waste your breath proselytizing.

"But I must say, it is you, Benaiah, I fear for the most. Something is different about you. I sense a wrongness. You are not your father's son, though he may have sired you. Just like the handmaiden is not her mother's daughter, though I carried her to full term and birthed her amidst blood and pain. You must either find yourself, or find what you have lost about yourself. If you are to succeed." she holds up a hand. "I am no harrow deck reader, there is no crystal ball that I peer into, I just know people. That is what I do. And I see it. No mistake there.

"I agree that Arimar talks sense, and you are right to wonder about these letters, and the apprehension that the Houses felt for you before. Trust no one, listen much, talk less, and let wisdom will be your ally. Sadly there is little else I can consul you with."


Priestess of Sarenrae

Khania nods to Mistress Lanvi, "And I must confess my ignorance in that matter, though I feel that recent events have prompted me to take a renewed interest in the powers that be in the city in which we reside. I implore you all though, to redouble your efforts to restore the fountain. I fear that House Mindurian is our most important destination to secure the stone for the fountain. Know the blessing of Sarenrae goes with you."


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The next day the companions make their way across the Alabaster District. The heights of the noble houses of Magnimar's eite cast lengthening shadows upon the cobblestone streets. Groups of servants cluster together exchanging gossip like pollen on the wind, while other groups hustle down to the markets of Magnimar with the day's shopping list.

The group round the bend and comes to a locked, iron gate which bisects a beautiful, eight-foot tall stone wall. The joints of the stone wall are perfectly straight, and so tight that a piece of fine vellum couldn't fit in between. Two guards with the livery of House Mindurian stand half at attention before the gate.

"Aye! State your name and business with House Mindurian." comes one guards admonition as the other guard straightens.


Male CN Human (Chelaxian) Barbalchemist (Aristocrat) 4 | HP: 60/60 Int: 12/14 | AC: 22 (6 Tch, 22 Fl) | CMB: +16, CMD: 24 | F: +8, R: +3, W: +5 | Init: -1 | Perc: +7, SM: +0 | Speed 30ft (20ft in armor) | Bomb: 6/6 | Rage: 6/6 | [Mutagen] | Healing: 10/10 | Active conditions: Mutagen, Bulls Str, Enlarge, Raging, Shield, Phantom Blood.

She is right boy, there is something wrong. You are weak, pitiful and nothing; too scared and spineless to be a man and take what you deserve.

Don't worry yourself too much. That is why I am here. I am here to help you, guide you, and be your spine when you are too afraid to stand up. You need me, and I am gracious enough to bless you with overcoming all of your failings.

Nothing is lost, as she seems to think. It was never there to begin with, and so you have already found what you are missing.

Me.


Male LG Aasimar Paladin 5 / Expert (Swindler) 1 | HP: 51/61 | AC: 23 (12 Tch, 22 Fl) | CMB: +9, CMD: 21 | F: +11, R: +8, W: +11 (& resistances) | Init: +1 | Perc: +7 (darkvision), SM: +4 | Speed 20ft | Smite Evil: 0/2, Lay on Hands: 3/6, Divine Bond: 0/1 | Action points: 12, Reroll: 1/1 | Active conditions: Smite evil, divine bond (keen).

Before

Arimar looks sideways at Benaiah. Yes, there is something worrying about his behavior. I have been too caught up in my own changes to notice, but he will bear looking out for, and looking after. I must not neglect my companions simply because I have things of my own to deal with.

"Just one more question, though, Mistress Lanvi," Arimar bows his head before lifting it to reveal a smile, "Since we are running your house now, we can't very well keep calling you 'Mistress' now, can we? What is your given name?"

Now

"Arimar, Gwendolyn, Benaiah and Malgrim of House Lanvi," Arimar states simply and plainly, "Here at the behest of Lady Filuva herself. She is expecting us."

I'm assuming we would have sent word before arriving, as she requested. Also, I really cannot recall, but are we supposed to keep the Church of Sarenrae's name out of our dealing with the Quarrier's Guild or not?

Dark Archive

Male CN Human Aristocrat (Chelaxian) Barbalchemist 5 | HP: 57/65 Int: 12/14 | AC: 24 (14 Tch, 24 Fl) | CMB: +13, CMD: 22 | F: +8, R: +4, W: +4 | Init: +0 | Perc: +8, SM: +0 | Speed 30ft (20ft in armor) | AP: 14, Bomb: 7/7 | Rage: 8/8 | [Mutagen] | Healing: 0/10 | Active conditions: Wax in my ears, mutagen, phantom blood, bulls str, enlarge, shield

Edit: Cyrus'd! It all works though, I just added a bit at the end to reflect the simultaneous post...

I am not scared I am not scared I am not scared I am not.. Benaiah mouths the words repetitively, barely discernable to those who might be looking on as he walks through the streets with his companions. He mouths them, doing his best not to actually think on them, for fear that the voice in his head might discover the passing thought, like an officer who sees something out of place in the enlisted man's bunk and becomes enraged at the offense.

Maybe he was scared, but is he only really afraid of the voice? Wouldn't that be ironic of course. Perhaps mercifully, the admonition of the guard breaks him from the dark recesses of his mind, allowing him to push aside all thought the voice, his father, and what it means to be afraid.

"We are here to see the lady of the House, Lady Filuvia. We have been invited." He states simply, learning his lessons from Arimar well, at least the Arimar that used to be. He produces the signed letter to prove the authenticity of his claim for the guard's inspection, though does not hand it over, and waits patiently to be let past the gates.

As he waits, he nods to Arimar, polite apology for speaking at the same time as his friend. Kept it simple... check. Let the ones with the golden tounges do the talking whenever possible... I'll keep working on that. His lips turn up at the corners just slightly in a self-amused chuckle.


Female NG Halfling Bard 5/ expert 1 | HP: 31/36 | AC: 20 (14 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 15 | F: +5, R: +10, W: +9; +5 vs. bardic performance, language-dependent, and sonic, +2 vs. fear | Init: +3 | Perc: +13, SM: 0 | Speed 20ft | bardic knowledge +2, lore master 1/day, versatile performance (oratory) | Spells: glitterdust (DC 17), heroism, silence (DC 17), charm person (DC 16), CLW, deja vu, save finale, (etc.) | Active conditions:

Earlier...

The halfling looks on intently, watching with interest to see if Mistress Lanvi will indeed reveal her true name to the group. It was so odd to her, they had been through so much with Lanvi, and risked their very lives to save her, but still knew precious little about the woman.

Waiting, Gwendolyn looks innocently from Arimar to Lanvi as she waits, and hopes, for an honest answer.

Now...

Gwendolyn stands motionless for a few seconds as her companions enlighten the guards at the gate, revealing the import facts regarding their invitation. "Good, sirs," she begins, her voice bubbly and sweet. "We can wait here with you, it is no trouble. Perhaps you would like to look over the invitation we received, or confirm our attendance with someone inside the estate?"

"Simply tell us what you would like us to do, while we sort this out," the halfling laughs disarmingly, leaning toward both guards and attempting to put them at ease. "We are yours to direct... for the next few minutes, at least."


Cleric of Calistria

Before

"My friends, a name is a name, as "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet'. Lanvi is how you know me, and is who I am to you. As much as I am a student of others, my facade is who I choose to present to others. I prefer to keep it that way. Sorry I am not sorry." comes the straightforward response to the woman who always speaks her version of the truth.


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Currently
"Aye, you are expected. From Lady Filuvia no less." states the first guard.

The second guard steps forward. "My lady regrets to inform you that you may not enter armed. You may choose to leave your weapons with us, or we can peace bond your weapons. Here is a voucher for your weapons, and her instructions with her seal. My Lady promises upon her noble birth that you shall enter House Mindurian as welcome guests, and will be under her protection upon entering. An attack upon you would be seen as an act of war with House Mindurian. I pray you find these terms agreeable."

Both guards bow simultaneously towards you. Upon straightening, the guard offers you the letter complete with an elaborate waxen seal of a pick and chisel crisscrossed in front of a boulder half-carved.

Kn (Nobility):
You have seen letters like this before, and the waxen seal looks legitimate for a house like House Mindurian.

Peacebond


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With a warm smile, the halfling detaches a pristine shortbow from its clasp on her bag then proceeds to rummage through the container's tightly packed contents in search of her knife. When at last she has found the exceedingly small and almost child-sized blade, Gwendolyn holds both seemingly unused weapons aloft for the guards to procure. Once the knife and bow are secure guard's possession, Gwen next delicately holds up her one truly prized possession, the rich brown and intricately engraved baroque violin, this time however her smile changes to that of mischief.

"Not all weapons have points..." she adds with a knowing yet mirthful laugh.


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"No secret too small and petty to keep it from us, eh Lanvi?" Arimar grouses, feeling his old emotional flush of anger spreading over his face. He looks over to Khania and suddenly feels admonished. "Sorry," he mutters.

Before going to the House Lanvi estate, writing the letter to Fulvia Mindurian, Arimar makes a point to visit the Church of Abadar to check on the deed to the house to see what name is written there, and also to verify the status of the prisoners.

No need to go into much detail, just want to make sure that the Versade prisoners are indeed being processed and wanted another look at the house deed to see what legal name Lanvi used there.

Now...

"My weapon is a symbol of my faith and is very dear to me," Arimar notes as he pulls the javelins off his back, and removes the daggers from his belt, "If you're happy to have it simply peace bonded, then that would be my overwhelming preference. Thank you." Arimar holds up his falchion with the angelic hilt, sitting in its ornate sheath, engraved with Sarenrae's teachings. "Bind away."

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Male CN Human Aristocrat (Chelaxian) Barbalchemist 5 | HP: 57/65 Int: 12/14 | AC: 24 (14 Tch, 24 Fl) | CMB: +13, CMD: 22 | F: +8, R: +4, W: +4 | Init: +0 | Perc: +8, SM: +0 | Speed 30ft (20ft in armor) | AP: 14, Bomb: 7/7 | Rage: 8/8 | [Mutagen] | Healing: 0/10 | Active conditions: Wax in my ears, mutagen, phantom blood, bulls str, enlarge, shield

Benaiah subconciously runs his hands along the edges of his snuff box in response to Gwen's comment about weapons, hardly registering the thought. He nods in easy agreement with the command, knowing his most deadly weapon is his bare hands and raw, giant-like strength.

Though for whatever reason, the large man is calm and not expecting trouble of any sort anyways, and giving up his weapons temporarily doesn't seem to be bothering him.

"Scythe and Flail." he offers with a polite smile, pulling the weapons from their spots on his belt.


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As the companions enter the Cathedral of Abadar. The companions find a page to run and find Julthor. Emerging into the Great Hall, once again they are greeted by the smiling face of Julthor.

"Come. I shall show you the documents you entrusted to us." The companions are ushered into a room with a table and a bench. A few moments later Julthor enters with a steel box. Uttering a few prayers to Abadar, he opens the box to show the companions all the documents.

Arimar:
You pick up the deed and at the bottom is a sprawling signature in a bold hand Norma Jean Mortensen.

"As for our prisoners, all of the House Versade retainers are here. Most will serve some time in a labor camp before being released. As for the Handmaiden, I'd like to let you in on a little secret. While many believe Magnimar has only one jail, we maintain a second jail in the Osprey piling of the Irespan. Very few know about this prison, which primarily holds political prisoners and criminals whom the city and the church would rather have vanish entirely from the public eye. The Handmaiden is there. I can show you if you wish."

Currently
As the House Mindurian guards secure Gwen's weapons, they both stare at the violin. They treat it as reverently as a newborn male child. "I swear as blood flows in my veins, I shall protect your items."

The other guard moves forward and with deft fingers binds Arimar's weapons with ribbon tied with a small metal wire. "Peace be upon you."

Lastly, the guards heft the mighty weapons of Benaiah and place them securely in their magical bag of holding.

Malgrim, post when you can.

Their weapons secure, the gates are unlocked and one of the guards walks the companions down a beautifully maintained path. The path is made up of interlocking bricks, of differing size and color, but fitting together seamlessly. Beautiful hedges line the path, and the companions can see that the grounds are well maintained. Some bushes are adorned with purple flowering clusters about to bloom, while trees, and tall shrubs cool the mid morning sun.

It is a short walk to the main entrance under the portacashere. The guard pushes the door open and a major domo is waiting patiently inside.

As the companions step inside, the guard turns heel and heads back to the main gates, one assumes to resume his guard duty.

The major domo is a middle aged woman, a bit plumper than the average woman. She is very well dressed in an embroidered silken gown with a huge necklace and medallion of the House Mindurian crest.

"Welcome to House Mindurian. Please follow me." After executing a perfect bow, she turns gracefully and leads the companions down a long hallway. Again the stonework is beyond measure underneath their feet while each side of the hallway is lined with intricately woven tapestries and oil paintings of the former matriarchs and patriarchs of House Mindurian.

Pushing open a double door, the major domo leads them into a beautifully decorated sitting room. A plush carpet softens the companions footfalls as a richly carved table is set in the middle of the room. Already seated is a small, elderly woman. She is also richly adorned with chains and jeweled fingers, her hair is pulled back in a server grey bun, while she delicately sips from a porcelain cup.

Seated next to her is a stout dwarf, covered head to toe in a fine grey dust covering his well made, but rumpled clothes. Except for his luxurious, black, oiled beard. In front of him rests a full cup, and an empty plate. The Companions' old friend, Balastar et Mindurian sits sullen at the table.

In the middle of the table stands a four-tier tower. Each tier is lined with small sandwiches, pastries, fruits, and other assorted sweets. Four chairs sit empty with corresponding plates, cups, saucers, and pots.

At the outer edge of the room stand liveried servants who rush forward to pull the four chairs out.

"Come. Sit. Why don't you introduce yourselves and let my servants know what would you like to drink? Chelish black, Jalmeray Hibiscus, or Tian green?" The elderly lady smiles at you.


Male LG Aasimar Paladin 5 / Expert (Swindler) 1 | HP: 51/61 | AC: 23 (12 Tch, 22 Fl) | CMB: +9, CMD: 21 | F: +11, R: +8, W: +11 (& resistances) | Init: +1 | Perc: +7 (darkvision), SM: +4 | Speed 20ft | Smite Evil: 0/2, Lay on Hands: 3/6, Divine Bond: 0/1 | Action points: 12, Reroll: 1/1 | Active conditions: Smite evil, divine bond (keen).

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'Norma Jeane Mortenson'? Tee hee. Love the reference.

Arimar takes note of the name on the letter and sighs to his companions before returning the document without revealing the name, "Doesn't match. Might as well pick any name to call her, I'm done calling her 'Mistress'! How does 'Marilyn' sound? Marilyn Lanvi... got a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

The paladin finds the affability and companionship of the priest of Abadar remarkably uplifting, though. "Thank you for all of your help, and for offering to take us to the Handmaiden. We have more pressing business for now, but may take you up on that a little later on. In the meantime, though, consider us to be in your debt to the tune of one favor. Now, I know you probably feel that you've done nothing more than serve justice - and I agree - but to do so against the established law in the city, however questionably they are behaving, is beyond your remit. Thank you again, and please call upon us should you need aid on any matter. You may not be able to think of a way for us to repay you now, but who knows what the future may hold?"

Now...

"It is a pleasure to meet you, My Lady," Arimar tries his best to use the proper form of address, "You have a beautiful home. I've not tasted any of those teas before, but perhaps in honor of your heritage some Chelish black would be nice to try on this occasion?"

Arimar looks concernedly at the normally jovial Balastar, "Hello again, Balastar. I must say it is an honor to be able to meet with you here under the roof of your own house. Is something the matter, my good fellow?"


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Filuvia places her cup down and stifles a giggle behind her hand. "So kind. Introductions, if you please. I am Filuvia, but you may call me ma'am. I see no need for honorifics here, at an informal gathering of what I pray will become my dear friends.

"And you know my adopted son, Balastar." she gives him a glare. "Though I believe I know your names, please. Tell me what I shall call you and a bit about yourself." If possible, Balastar slinks further down his chair before an admonishing look from Filuvia.

Pushing so our conversation won't take a month.

Lady Filuvia sits up and delicately uses the gold tongs to remove a small cake and places it on her plate. "So you know I am Chelaxian? Shows you are a quick bunch who come prepared. Where did you learn of my heritage? Your harlot mistress?" She smirks as she takes a bite out of the delicate, yellow cake before dabbing her napkin at the corners of her mouth.


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"Your mistress perhaps? Did she give you any other pointers for conversing with me?" She smirks as she takes a bite out of the delicate, yellow cake before dabbing her napkin at the corners of her mouth.


Male LG Aasimar Paladin 5 / Expert (Swindler) 1 | HP: 51/61 | AC: 23 (12 Tch, 22 Fl) | CMB: +9, CMD: 21 | F: +11, R: +8, W: +11 (& resistances) | Init: +1 | Perc: +7 (darkvision), SM: +4 | Speed 20ft | Smite Evil: 0/2, Lay on Hands: 3/6, Divine Bond: 0/1 | Action points: 12, Reroll: 1/1 | Active conditions: Smite evil, divine bond (keen).

"Call me 'Arimar' if you wish, ma'am," Arimar does his best to say it like an aurochs herder rather than a Taldan butler, "It's my name and it will do just fine. Actually, I'd heard about your Chelaxian heritage when I was making a study of the local nobility. Given how involved some houses wanted to be in our business, I thought it prudent to do a little reading." Arimar also takes a bit of the tea cake, but the crumbs definitely get the better of him.

"As for my personal history," the paladin continues, "I've had quite a checkered past, and some misfortunes early in my life left me with a group of undesirable and selfish men. They raised me to believe that theirs was the best way to live, and there was certainly evidence that the so called 'other way' was not well suited to me.

"Upon arriving in Magnimar, however, a miraculous transformation has occurred," it seemed strange to say it aloud in this company, almost as though it were the first time he had vocalized his experience, "With the blessing of Sarenrae, I shed the shackles of my past life and emerged stronger and with new purpose. As for how it happened, I cannot explain it, but I now walk in Sarenrae's blessed light and do all I can to prove myself worthy of this gift that she has given me... while still staying true to who I am and to my friends."

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Male CN Human Aristocrat (Chelaxian) Barbalchemist 5 | HP: 57/65 Int: 12/14 | AC: 24 (14 Tch, 24 Fl) | CMB: +13, CMD: 22 | F: +8, R: +4, W: +4 | Init: +0 | Perc: +8, SM: +0 | Speed 30ft (20ft in armor) | AP: 14, Bomb: 7/7 | Rage: 8/8 | [Mutagen] | Healing: 0/10 | Active conditions: Wax in my ears, mutagen, phantom blood, bulls str, enlarge, shield

Benaiah takes in the sight of all the food and his stomach suddenly rumbles with hunger. He quickly steps over to the nearest open seat and snatches up the empty plate. Reaching it forward, he takes his free hand and begins simply swiping a variety of cakes, cookies, and other hors-derves onto his plate in a haphazard pile.

"Water is fine for me now." he says, turning down the offer of tea. The large man plops down into the seat next to him with a thud, causing the wooden structure to groan under the weight. Thankfully it holds, however, and he wastes no time stuffing a muffin into his mouth, followed quickly by an iced cake. Crumbs dribble on his chin, catching the stubble that has appeared from not shaving that morning, and bouncing down to the table and his lap.

He opens his mouth for a moment to speak, but then closes it when he realizes it is too full of food for proper speech. With a big swallow he clears the majority of the food. "Benaiah. I originally hail from Cheliax. Spent a few too many years of my life in shackles to the Pathfinder Society, and came here once I finally broke free of that rigid, fractured and listless organization. No direction, I swear. Anyways, we came to be employed by Lanvi initially, but have since had the opportunity to become business partners with her. Much more opportunity here than in Absalom."

Content with that description, Benaiah takes a large swig of the cool water recently set in front of him, then immediatly bites into a pork sandwich from the middle of his food pile.


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Malgrim sits uncomfortably in front of the ornate place settings and opulent snacks, unaccustomed to such finery despite his recent dealing with Lavni. He initially lowers himself gingerly in the chair but catches himself. They have yet to prove themselves as friends, so this hospitality may hide a den of vipers. Pointedly he sets his hood back, revealing his long ears and exotic blue tinged-skin. Addressing one of the servants, he requests in a monotone voice, "I will take simple water as well, for now. Thank you."

Turning to the hostess, he gives her a small bow. "I am Malgrim, known as the Stoneseer. I have little family to speak of in a place where blood comes so highly regarded." He stops a moment to nod towards Balastar. "My past likewise is ill-suited for such a polite setting. I do however admire the works that you have wrought." He returns to silence and quietly sips the chilled water that is brought for him. "We have met Balastar, however, our last meeting seemed filled with misunderstandings that I hope we might undo."


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While the others begin to introduce themselves to Filuvia, the halfling discreetly waves over one of the servants and asks for cup of the Tian green. Turning back to the others, Gwendolyn waits for her turn, even pausing for an uncomfortably long stretch after Malgrim has finished speaking.

"My name is Gwendolyn, ma'am," the bard at last pipes up, looking across the table to their host. "I only recently joined up with my friends here, but we've already become fast friends. And would do anything to protect one another."

"A long time ago... in what seems like another life... I was a slave in Cheliax. Fate saw to deliver me from the life of a slip. More recently, I came here from the shackles, looking to start my life over. Maybe even make up for things I've done in my past."

Taking a moment, the halfling composes herself, rallying her composer before speaking further on a topic bound to lead down a spiral of self pity and despair.

"As my friend, Malgrim, has mentioned," she continues on. "There was a misunderstanding at our last meeting with Balastar... but to this we hold no grudge and simply wish to move past such unpleasantries and renew our budding business relationship."


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Listening to each companion give their name and a brief personal history, Filuvia snaps and a servant comes over to replenish the hot water in her pot before replacing the tea cozy back on.

She addresses Gwen first, "My dear. Though I am of Chelaxian descent, I do not hold my country of origin's opinions with regards to race. Though some here in Magnimar might use that term to seem more Chelaxian and refined, it merely brings to light their ignorance.

"Benaiah is it? Sounds familiar. You are from Cheliax? Any here you have met from the home country?

"And you, Malgrim. Balastar has mentioned your love of stone. When you have time, we would love for you to tour the Quarrier's Guild, see what you think.

"Arimar is it? Not what I expected. Blessings of Sarenrae. We could all use some blessings I am sure." she stifles a giggle.

"I believe Balastar has something to tell you all." All eyes turn to the dwarf.


"Sorry. the dwarf mutters.


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"Come now. I am sure you have a bit more to say than that."


"Sorry I punched you."


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Rolling her eyes, Filuvia brushes some nonexistent crumbs from her lap before giving Balastar a look. "What my step-son means to say, is he is very sorry for his insolence and for striking you without just cause. He has always been a prickly one, high on honor, low on tolerance.

"On behalf of House Mindurian, I hope you can forgive us. Now tell me, what did you need the services of the Quarrier's Guild for exactly. I see we analyzed some stone, but what were you using it for?"


Male LG Aasimar Paladin 5 / Expert (Swindler) 1 | HP: 51/61 | AC: 23 (12 Tch, 22 Fl) | CMB: +9, CMD: 21 | F: +11, R: +8, W: +11 (& resistances) | Init: +1 | Perc: +7 (darkvision), SM: +4 | Speed 20ft | Smite Evil: 0/2, Lay on Hands: 3/6, Divine Bond: 0/1 | Action points: 12, Reroll: 1/1 | Active conditions: Smite evil, divine bond (keen).

"The apology is most graciously accepted, but - from our perspective - unwarranted," Arimar waits a little, weighing up the pros and cons of revisiting the topic, "It seems Balastar was under quite a bit of external pressure to withhold services and my friends Malgrim and Benaiah here did besmirch his honor and that of your House. For that, we apologize.

"However, it would be remiss of us if we did not enquire as to what it was exactly that was preventing our business from being transacted," there, I've called them on it... tread lightly, "We have had many forces arrayed against us in recent times, and we would dearly like to know as much as we can about which of those forces were responsible at any given turn of events. I'm sure you understand." The paladin once again pauses, this time for a shorter interval, simply to allow her the chance to think about things from his friends' perspective.

"We would like an open and honest business relationship with you and your House," Arimar continues, "So in that vein, I will fill you in on what we are trying to achieve. We are working for the Temple of Sarenrae to restore an ancient artefact of their church, the Fountain of Bethesda. It has healing properties, capable of curing an individual of any ailment when the waters are stirred. The fountain has for centuries, however, run dry.

"We believe that one of the steps to reviving the fountain is to restore flow to the underground aquifer, but first it needs to be repaired," the big man in shining battle armor takes a small sip of Chelaxian Black from a delicate tea cup, "Due to the divine nature of the fountain, we need to replace like stone with like stone. Without the same materials present, the artefact might not be able to hold the same magics. This is why we need the Quarrier's Guild. We need the same stone that was used and we need it to be fashioned by the best masons in Magnimar."

Arimar sets his cup down gently upon the saucer and leans forwards slightly. "If you have any questions, I will be happy to answer them. For now, though, we have been as forthright as we can, please respond in kind and tell us what you can about why the Quarrier's Guild suddenly wanted nothing to do with us and what could cause Balastar to treat with us in such a manner. I know his honor and yours are beyond reproach, so there must have been a good reason. For the future of our mission, and our own safety, I wish to know what it was."


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Filuvia tips some steaming tea into her cup. She delicately picks up a wooden honey dipper and drizzles some honey into her cup before stirring with a gold demitasse spoon.

Blowing a bit of steam off the cup, she raises it to her lips and take a small sip. "Ahhh.. Bold and brazen. I like it. You are not at all what I expected. Though some were closer to the mark than others." she turns to give Balastar a wink.

"It is true that you were all known to House Mindurian. Sometimes information can degrade in the passage from one to another. Take you, for instance, Ariamr. It was said, by some, that you were some great necromancer determined to make Magnimar the new Gallowspire and install yourself as the new Whispering Tyrant.

"And Benaiah, many had uttered he was a Chelaxian expat who wanted to make Magnimar into a Chelaxian vassal state. There were even rumors he is a secret Hellknight, and was working with Paralictor Darean Haist." she pauses a moment.

"I know sometimes the truth hurts more than lies, but truly there are many that need no reason to distrust hobgoblins. I am not one of those, Malgrim, but not all share House Mindurian's enlightened views.

"And you my dear Gwen. Why they could not have been more wrong about you. Some said you were a brooding elven wizard, some said an exotic cannibal king, but here you sit, an adorable little lass. I feel as if we could be friends." she smiles at Gwen.

"As for the 'who was talking', well that is complicated as I hear things, here and there. You are not the only guests I have to tea. It is hard to find the truth from the lies, and though I wish to maintain a friendship with you, there are some details left unsaid. For example, would you all like to know all the sorted details of my last visit to Gilded Cage? I thought not." Balastar eyes go wide.

"But, in the spirit of friendship, my friends, heard it from friends, you know how this goes." she waves her hand in a circular motion, "most originated from House Versade, or their lackeys. I take that with a grain of salt." she picks up a piece of lint on her dress and tosses it over her shoulder.

"Before I continue it is important to know a bit about House Mindurian. Understand this, much like the stone we quarry and carve, we are not often swayed, even by a House like Versade. We essentially built this city. I could close the guild and my grandchildren's grandchildren could not spend all my money. Yet when some talk, even I listen. I think you know who I mean.

"Recently, it seems that circumstances have changed. The noble playing field has recently taken a more neutral attitude towards you. Free to make up my own mind, I invited you here to judge you for myself.

"But please, tell me about your business associations. You say you no longer work for Mistress Lanvi, but are partners. And now you say you are working for the Temple of Sarenrae. How to bodyguards become business partners with someone in the entertainment field, and the temple of Sarenrae? Seems odd bedfellows."


Male TN Hobgoblin Kineticist 5 | HP: 68/68 15 NL| AC: 18 (14 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 16 | F: +9, R: +8, W: +1 | Init: +6 | Perc: +8, SM: +0 | Speed 30ft | Action Points: 4/9 | Burn: 3 | Active conditions: Flesh of Stone (DR2/Adamantine).

Malgrim nods at Balastar. "Scion of Stone, I accept your apology, and offer you my own. Trust me when I say that I have suffered much worse for much less; the dismissal I perceived from you was a worse injury that the blow. I meant no disrespect to you or your family and would appreciate a greater look at your Quarrier's Guild."

At the conversation about business partners he notably clams up, letting the others do the talking, focusing on the patterns of earth woven into the ceramics of the plates to keep from fidgeting in such an uncomfortable (for him) setting.


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"I think you know who I mean."

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"Thank you for being as open with us as you can," Arimar inclines his head in gratitude, "When the three of us left the Pathfinder Society, we sought work as mercenaries - after all, it's where we started our careers. Mistress Lanvi paid well enough for us to look after her on a seafaring voyage - after all, how much of a personal guard do you need at sea? Well, if my old self had known what was in store for us on that voyage, I would have told her to 'go fu... um... fornicate solo'." The paladin blushes at his near slip. He then continues to recount their encounter with the sargassum, the Seer and the Hadozee and ends with their three-way choice of occupations shortly after arrival in Magnimar.

"So, while the assertion that I am here to enslave Magnimar in the name of Tar-Baphon is closer than I would like, even the old me would never consign himself to such evil. Since then however, we decided to save our comrade and bring Sarenrae's Healing Light back to Magnimar by saving the fountain," Arimar's face saddens as he remembers anew that Keoki is still comatose, "Gwen joined us shortly afterwards, an apt diplomat if ever I've seen one. I'll let her fill you in on her motivations for joining us.

"As for why we are now working for Mistress Lanvi, well, Lanvi can help us restore the fountain. On her side, she needs help - people she can trust - to help her run her business endeavors. This is doubly so without the aid of the Handmaiden who betrayed her. After the way we handled ourselves, she feels she can trust us - and despite attacks from the Hellknights, House Derexhi assassins and an invading force from the Versades, she has not yet been proven wrong." Arimar allows some pride to show through at their accomplishments over such a short period of time.


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Arimar I had hoped you would be able to infer it without a plot hammer, but PbP, lag time between stories, RL, ect. no disrespect for not getting it. Peruse that fantastic document that you created, see if anything rings a bell. If not, press away my friend.

Balastar blushes beneath the fine layer of dust above his magnificent beard, and nods over to Malgrim.

Filuvia cannot hide the shock on her face as Arimar retells of the companions recent adventures. "So did fight the Derexhi? That is one rumor I though quite the exaggeration." turning to Balastar, "And you punched one of them? Idiot." If the companions though that Balastar could not be more dejected, they are soon corrected as the man makes Malgrim look like a fox in a hen house.

"What an interesting story you have told. I wonder ... well no matter. It seems that the time for pleasantries is at an end, unless you have more to tell." she pauses dramatically as she looks expectantly at you all and takes another sip of tea.

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Benaiah feels an odd satisfaction with Balastar's admonishment from the lady of the house, then suddenly realizes that satisfaction makes him uncomfortable, if only for the briefest of moments. He shrugs his shoulders to move past the thought and do what he can to offer to the conversation.

"Chelaxian vassal state? Working with the Hellknights?" Benaiah chuckles at the revelation of rumors about himself. Perhaps some of these rumors are best left to fester and grow. I wonder what they will say about me now that that wizard helping the handmaiden has escaped...

"Would that we were working with the hellknights, they might not have hampered our movements so much. Someone has been able to acquire a writ from the governor, giving them practically free reign to terrorize the citizenry in their search for us. That would be another interesting bit of information to learn as well.”

Benaiah leans back in his chair, brushing crumbs from his chin and chest. He folds his arms with a content smile, pleased with the small bits he has offered to stoke the gossip-monger’s curiosity, and happy with Arimar’s divulgence of their purpose. Clearing up some of the lies and mis-perceptions was most certainly in their best interest at this point in their endeavors.


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Fluvia looks coyly at Benaiah and nods in understanding.

"Someone did that alright. Very few in this city wield that kind of power, to unleash the Hellknights with a government writ no less. We could, but didn't. House Versade might, but not entirely on their own. They must have had support from somewhere. If it indeed was them." she smiles as she takes a sip of tea. "Only the most powerful in Magnimar could get away with that.

"So tell me more about this fountain. You say once per day, when the waters are stirred, can heal anyone, of anything? Monetarily, the church could make enough to rival the Church of Abadar, or even a great house. It would become a wonder of the Inner Sea. Is the church of Sarenrae ready for that? Honestly, I didn't even know such a church existed in Magnimar.

"How do you plan to keep the varied interests of the city from taking a slice of that pie? Had you had many dealings with Lord Mayor Grobaras?* That is one to stick his hand in every pie he can, literally and figuratively." she chuckles.

*:
Don't worry about this now - just seeds for later. Undisputedly the most politically powerful man in Magnimar, Lord- Mayor Haldmeer Grobaras is a paunchy, self- serving politico more concerned with his own comforts than the needs of the underprivileged he hears so much about. Having managed Magnimar for the last decade, Grobaras handles the immediate needs of the city, indifferently settling matters relating to the distribution of city funds, use of the
city watch, and the concerns of countless citizen's groups, all while welcoming bribery and lavish gifts. Although the finest Chelish fashions and his numerous chins make the
lord-mayor's self-indulgent foppishness blatantly apparent, they hide a silver tongue and the private wealth to give nearly any promise form. Though his station would have
him uphold the mandates of the Council ofUshers, he often ignores such duties, and is much more attentive to whether or not his personal declarations are enforced.

Grobaras's mandates are rare, and sometimes prove grossly biased or potentially damaging to the city, even when the Council of Ushers manages to blunt the self- serving or otherwise questionable aspects before they are passed.


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Even without the knowledge that the water stirs once per day, Lady Fluvia would still have taken this course of questioning. Feel free to interject if you want. A single post per day from the four of you is a bit too slow, moving along ....

"To business then?" The lady looks slyly at you. "You are a quick bunch. I know why Lanvi plucked you like the ripe fruit you are. So here it is.

"The stone you brought us has sense been analyzed. The stone you need is similar to the stone used to build the Irespan, but different. Subtly different. Ever see when a woman whelps two brats at once. And they look the same. But they grow older, and slowly but surely you can tell them apart. You have to really look, but you can.

"Well the stone used to build the Irespan and the stone used in your fountain is like that. We have a whole storehouse, with as many different types of stone as you care to imagine. My dwarven ward here can bore you to death with it some time, though I suspect you, mister Malgrim, might forsake the warm bed of a buxom lass to wander its cold, lifeless halls.

"Where was I, ah yes. So after some intensive research when those good for nothing parasites I pay all this money to had a chance to look, to really look, they were as happy as a swine in s%$*. It seems that the stone you require comes from Hollow Mountain." She pauses dramatically in the hopes that the companions' faces light up with recognition. Seeing none, she 'tisks' loudly.

"Spend some more time with a book between your legs, rather than some buxom lass might do you all some good! But I am not your marm to scold you such. Big boys now in a dangerous world. So Hollow Mountatin, is among the highest peaks of Rivenrake Island in the Varisian Gulf. It boasts one of the most intriguing Thassilonian ruins in Varisia. Near the summit of the mountain, an enormous carving of a woman's face looks sternly towards the south, half of her visage rent away by an ancient apocalypse. Exposed underneath, the onlooker can see that countless corridors and rooms must honeycomb the entire mountain. It is there that we need to acquire the stone. Problem is no one has been able to reach it in over a decade.

"We can travel close to the island by boat, but not to the island itself. It seems the sea is fraught with perils. Once we get close to it, we need to travel over land. There is a passage, the Alaznist Step, named for the old Thassilonian Runelord of Wrath. Some say that Hollow Mountain was the seat of her empire. Well, all the expeditions we have sent haven't returned from that point. Not that we sent a lot. Rare and expensive stuff mind you. Contacted that Pathfinder Shelia Heidmarch. No help there unless they can line their greedy pockets.

"So now we have a business deal to conduct. You need the stone. I can get you close, but not to Hollow Mountain. If you can clear the step and get to the Mountain, then send my quarriers to get your stone.

"What are your thoughts?" she places her porcelain cup down and leans forward hawkishly.

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Male CN Human Aristocrat (Chelaxian) Barbalchemist 5 | HP: 57/65 Int: 12/14 | AC: 24 (14 Tch, 24 Fl) | CMB: +13, CMD: 22 | F: +8, R: +4, W: +4 | Init: +0 | Perc: +8, SM: +0 | Speed 30ft (20ft in armor) | AP: 14, Bomb: 7/7 | Rage: 8/8 | [Mutagen] | Healing: 0/10 | Active conditions: Wax in my ears, mutagen, phantom blood, bulls str, enlarge, shield

Benaiah raises an eyebrow at the mention of those in power looking to profit from the healing properties of the fountain and makes a mental note to have a conversation with the Sarenites about such a thing. The tendrils and temptations of greed were strong in his heart, but the idea of the fountain being restricted or controlled somehow by the wealthy resonated uncomfortably in his heart.

Oh gods, Arimar's new... newness is rubbing off on me already. Or I wonder if I was always like that...

"I'll say, honestly, that consideration of how the powers in this city might want a slice of the pie hasn't been high on our list. We will have to discuss this further, another time." Benaiah leaves his thoughts ambiguous, not letting on that, at least for now, he doesn't intend to allow the wealthy power brokers in this city to extract even more money from the poor and destitute of the city.

"As for this deal, I for one think it a perfect arrangement. Our expertise and your expertise, perfectly aligned for mutual benefit. I am not afraid of any perils that might stand in our way, be it ocean," Benaiah offers a sympathetic grimace to Malgrim, "or land."

Perhaps if you spent some time between my legs, you hawkish crone, you might find out why the time I do spend with books is plenty enough as it is... Benaiah's coy smile reveals none of his thoughts as he snags another soft, icing laced cake and pops it in his mouth.

"What, specifically, would be the details of the arrangement then? Our blades, your quarriers, and we both get the stone we want, as well as opening the doors for more beneficial arrangements in the future?"


Male LG Aasimar Paladin 5 / Expert (Swindler) 1 | HP: 51/61 | AC: 23 (12 Tch, 22 Fl) | CMB: +9, CMD: 21 | F: +11, R: +8, W: +11 (& resistances) | Init: +1 | Perc: +7 (darkvision), SM: +4 | Speed 20ft | Smite Evil: 0/2, Lay on Hands: 3/6, Divine Bond: 0/1 | Action points: 12, Reroll: 1/1 | Active conditions: Smite evil, divine bond (keen).

Sorry about the slow posts. Been sick with sick child. Thought I'd posted - but it was only in discussion. ;-) Still, posting more than Gwen. Will that joke ever get old?

"Regarding the fountain, the Temple of Sarenrae has little desire for profit," Arimar begins warily, "I believe they wish to keep the Fountain as a holy site for only those humble enough to make a pilgrimage, and in sufficient need, to be allowed access to. I, personally, do not believe that they are ready to face the political considerations that will accompany such a thing. That is one reason we allied with Mistress Lanvi and continue to attempt to position ourselves favorably within Magnimar's political institutions." Arimar had never considered it so plainly before, but what they were doing was exactly what the Temple needed.

"Your advice regarding what to do about the Mayor and his pie-seeking fingers would be most welcome," Arimar humbly bows his head in deference to his host.

"An intriguing set of twists and turns this stone sample has sent you on," Arimar helps himself to another tea cake, "This Hollow Mountain sounds like just the kind of place where we could clear our heads of all this business in Magnimar. The potential for mutual benefit is also appealing.

"But I think Benaiah has forgotten our previous sea voyage! I, for one, am not in the least bit eager to set foot on another ship. Not now, not in a few weeks time and not if I - as I probably will unless I am killed - live another century. Any chance we can teleport from dock to dock instead?"

@GM:
I recently got a heap of comics in a Humble Bundle, including a 6-issue limited series called "Hollow Mountain". I take it you did, too? I'll avoid reading them for now. ;-)


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Arimar:
Some of us already had them. And I own the hardcover edition. Wait a week or two and then you can read them. I re-skinned everything inside to fit my plot line. See also Inner Sea Dungeons.


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Benaiah wrote:
"What, specifically, would be the details of the arrangement then? Our blades, your quarriers, and we both get the stone we want, as well as opening the doors for more beneficial arrangements in the future?"

"Straight ot the heart of the matter then. Excellent! Let's us clarify something. Though none have harvested the stone in decades, it is not a stone that we need, nor want. Enough has sloughed off the Irespan for us to fulfill our clients desires for years and years to come. There is no demand for the stone from Hollow Mountain. Except yours." she pauses dramatically. "In spirit of friendship, and to right the wrong of House Mindurian's behavior, we shall quarry the stone provided you can open access to it. And we will charge you for the stone. A reasonable price, mind you."*

*See Discussion Thread

Arimar wrote:
"Regarding the fountain, the Temple of Sarenrae has little desire for profit, I believe they wish to keep the Fountain as a holy site for only those humble enough to make a pilgrimage, and in sufficient need, to be allowed access to. I, personally, do not believe that they are ready to face the political considerations that will accompany such a thing. That is one reason we allied with Mistress Lanvi and continue to attempt to position ourselves favorably within Magnimar's political institutions."

"And very wise of you. She is an up and comer not doubt. Or was. Heard she is not doing well, hasn't been seen in public much. Heard she has a malady of sorts. Wonder if her condition is in some way connected to this artifact you attempt to restore." She smirks.

Arimar wrote:
"Your advice regarding what to do about the Mayor and his pie-seeking fingers would be most welcome,"

"Hmmm. A benefactor is really what you need. A House that has enough influence to help you out, but doesn't care enough to interfere with the day-to-day operations." she muses. "I might know of a House that fits that description. Maybe. Let me think on that." she sips more tea.

Arimar wrote:
"But I think Benaiah has forgotten our previous sea voyage! I, for one, am not in the least bit eager to set foot on another ship. Not now, not in a few weeks time and not if I - as I probably will unless I am killed - live another century. Any chance we can teleport from dock to dock instead?"

"We do not keep any casters on retainer like that. I am sure that there are some in Magnimar that could, for a price."**

**See Discussion Thread


Female NG Halfling Bard 5/ expert 1 | HP: 31/36 | AC: 20 (14 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 15 | F: +5, R: +10, W: +9; +5 vs. bardic performance, language-dependent, and sonic, +2 vs. fear | Init: +3 | Perc: +13, SM: 0 | Speed 20ft | bardic knowledge +2, lore master 1/day, versatile performance (oratory) | Spells: glitterdust (DC 17), heroism, silence (DC 17), charm person (DC 16), CLW, deja vu, save finale, (etc.) | Active conditions:

It is a surprise even to her that the thought of a sea voyage from Magnimar would sound so appealing to the halfling. Her own particular skill set was attuned more toward delicate conversation and convincing others to both listen and follow her instructions, but the idea of leaving the city for the dangerous wilds was surprisingly appealing. Even knowing she was not skilled at such challenges, Gwendolyn knew beyond any doubt that her companions were more than capable of handling any threats which may arise in their path. So long as she could find a way to be useful and help them, such a trip could prove less dangerous than remaining within the city with dangers lurking in every unseen alleyway and powerful organizations aligning against them.

Such a trip would probably be far less complicated than the political machinations building tumultuously within Magnimar.

"I think some time outside of the city might actually do us some good," she beings, looking from their host to her companions. "Though I wonder how you three would like sailing there..." She knows the thought of ship travel didn't bother her so much, but she feared the others might disdain the thought.

"I am up for the trip, though," she finishes. "If you three can stomach it."

"Ma'am... Miss Fluvia... I think we can certainly can come to a deal. You seem more than reasonable. We allow access to the stone, and you then charge us for it."

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