TOZ's Goblinblood Dead (Inactive)

Game Master TriOmegaZero

Organized Play scenario 3-23 Core Campaign


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Your characters are all woken in the middle of the night. Guess who you'll be meeting? :)

Grand Lodge

AC 13 touch 13, flat-footed 11 (+1 monk, +1 Dex, +1 dodge) Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +5 hp 18 Male Human Blast rune 0/4 Reroll 0/1 Stunning fist 0/1 Channels 0/7 Cleric/Monk of Irori 1/1 LN Medium humanoid (human) Init +1; Senses Perception +7

"Is that you Zarta? BLEURGH"

Now fully awake Tajan reaches for his breastplate And carefully dons it and his other gear before looking again at the hooded figure that is almost certainly not Zarta. He checks his symbol of Irori is still around his neck and addresses the figure

"I had heard about your nocturnal visits Drendle Dreng. What is it you requires of me tonight"

will update my charcter soon he has just hit level 2

Silver Crusade

Human Female Paladin of Shelyn 5 | hp 47/48 | AC 21 T 11 FF 20 | CMD 19 | F +10 R +6 W +8 | Spd 30' | Init +1 | Diplo +10, HAnim +10, KnNob +5, KnPla +6, KnRel +5, Perc -2, Ride +6, SensM -2 | smite 1/2 | lay hands 3/6 | wand clw 24/50 |

In her dorm room on the Grand Lodge campus.

*SNORT* On reflex she has already tossed her pillow at her roommate Gwen's pet owl's perch. But the owl and her master are out. Dumb bird. Should have told her the cat made her look smart. That one with the little moon crescent on it's head. Yeah....zzzz.

Gwen had been acting a lot more rambunctious since the Lodge rehired all landscaping staff that they fired only the week before. Something about a magical self-tending lawn or something. Anyhow, it's like Gwen is her age again or maybe even younger considering Gwen is still out partying somewhere while she was in bed. It's not like Gwen is old or anything, she had told herself. That happens when you're like in your mid-20's or so. Still she has been acting mighty strange.

"Huh?"

Grand Lodge

Male Half Orc Cleric of Gorum/4 |HP 31/32|Init +3|AC 21, FF 20, T 11|Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +9|Perception +12|Channel (2d6) 2/4

A low growl escapes Barret as he is woken up at an distasteful hour of the morning. He still ached from the sparing the night before, and was far from getting the amount of sleep he needed to be properly ready for more combat. And make no mistake: he was certain there would be combat, because none of the missions Dreng ever sent him on were as they first seemed, and only Dreng would be waking him at this hour.

Assuming the figure waking him to be a messanger, he grumbles, What is it that Drandle Dreng wants from me this time, whelp? as he rolls out of bed to retrieve his suit of black full plate so that he would be ready to attend the briefing.

Scarab Sages

Male CN Human Fighter 5/Champion 3 | HP: 64/64| AC: 20 (11 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +9 CMD: 20| F: +6, R: +2, W: +4 (+1 vs Fear) | Init: +4 | Perc: +10, SM: +1 | Speed 20ft |Hard to Kill | Mythic Power 6/9 (+1d6), Fleet Charge, Fleet Warrior, Impossible Speed, Penetrating Damage, Amazing Initiative, Recuperation | Active conditions:None.

"You know" states Iago rather matter of-factly "last I saw you, you were definitely better-looking. Very spry. And also a very sexy-looking brunette. Unless of course, you're not my date." Sighing and getting off his bed, he picks up and puts on his pants. "I'm going to say you're here on matters unrelated and we'll go with that. Would you mind handing me that shirt over there?"

Oh mighty GM, before this adventure begins, I would like to purchase a set of masterwork full-plate armor, sell my banded mail and greataxe and buy a greatsword.

Grand Lodge

Male Half-Elf DEAD

Okay, so, we appear to have Cleric / Cleric / Fighter / Paladin thus far - I guess I will bring one of my wizards ;-)

I just need to finish uploading his profile...

Stephen groans as he is woken up.

Damn it! I thought it was a hazing myth for the new recruits. I didn't know the old git really did it...

With a regretful sigh, he makes his ablutions, and moves off to the meeting place...

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A tall, thin half-elf with high cheek bones, thick black hair and a finely sculpted goatee, clad in an ostentatious robe, and wearing the arm-length white gloves of a Kalistocrat, strides into the room.

"Greetings. My name is Stephen, and I am a scholar of the arcane arts. Who are my companions in misery at this Gods-forsaken hour?"

Scarab Sages

Male CN Human Fighter 5/Champion 3 | HP: 64/64| AC: 20 (11 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +9 CMD: 20| F: +6, R: +2, W: +4 (+1 vs Fear) | Init: +4 | Perc: +10, SM: +1 | Speed 20ft |Hard to Kill | Mythic Power 6/9 (+1d6), Fleet Charge, Fleet Warrior, Impossible Speed, Penetrating Damage, Amazing Initiative, Recuperation | Active conditions:None.

"Iago ... Dalamitri" yawns a sandy-blond man in heavy armor. "Formerly of Egorian. A... Pleasure. Mmm. I'm pretty sure most relics don't have a very sophisticated schedule, so I'm guessing this has nothing to do with exploring? If it does though, I'm anxious to see who will be briefing us."


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The Fleetfoot Message Service pages notify each of you that your presence is requested in one of Skyreach's many meeting halls. The halflings are apologetic but not quite obsequious, offering assistance in dressing and preparing for the briefing. Barret finds his page actually useful in donning his armor. Once the Pathfinders are prepared, they are helpfully guided to the briefing room.

After a brief wait, Venture-Captain Drandle Dreng’s appearance is surprising only due to his unfamiliar accomplice, a burly man dressed in full Isgeri military trappings. “Pardon the intrusion,” Drandle says as he juggles the numerous scrolls and writing materials precariously balanced in his arms, “but I have a request that is of utmost importance to ask of all you. I’m afraid we have something of a situation on our hands."

The scrolls are unceremoniously dumped on the long table, Dreng scrambling to stop a few that begin to unroll along the length of the surface as he continues. It is perhaps well known among the Pathfinder Society that trade is vital to our organization. Not for any monetary gain, of course, but because we rely heavily on overland caravan routes and trading lanes at sea to get important documents, treasures, and personnel from central Avistan to the Inner Sea. When such materials are of particular import, we have even been known to use more illicit modes of transportation, such as caravans operated by the Sczarni organized crime syndicate."

One scroll in particular has escaped the aged Venture Captain, the end falling off the far side of the table. Dreng begins to wind the parchment back into place, having to raise his hands high to keep the end from collecting even more dirt from the floor. “It appears that a number of such Sczarni caravans, carrying important cargo for delivery to the Pathfinder Society, have recently begun to go missing along their more discreet trade routes from Cheliax to Druma, a little-known path that runs through the Chitterwood in Isger. Of course, the route along the Conerica River would be viable for more legitimate operations, but oftentimes we can’t afford to be forestalled with matters such as customs, tariffs, and inspectors, especially when such hindrances could also potentially result in the arrest of our business partners. Alas, I digress." The Isgeri man furrows his brow slightly, slight exasperation evident on his face.

Finally, the scrolls appear to be in order. “I have agreed to work with the local Sczarni leader, Guaril Karela, in order to reclaim the caravan route through Isger’s Chitterwood. That’s where you come in. I have made all the arrangements necessary to ship you to Isger in the morning, where you’ll meet the caravan you are tasked with escorting through the goblinoid-infested woods. In the meantime, I have summoned the honored Isgeri war hero Gaspar Desime to help answer any questions you might have about your upcoming visit to the Chitterwood. Guaril Karela is also available and can answer any questions you have about the caravan you’ll be guarding, though I believe he is currently stationed at his shop in the Docks district.” Gaspar turns from the Venture Captain to the party as Dreng attempts unsuccessfully to clean the ink from his robes before it stains.

Questions may now be asked. No Knowledge checks available at this time, although if you want to roll a History or Geography check to use what you might know of Isger, feel free. Google Slides for this campaign are here. Please do add a token when you can.

Silver Crusade

Human Female Paladin of Shelyn 5 | hp 47/48 | AC 21 T 11 FF 20 | CMD 19 | F +10 R +6 W +8 | Spd 30' | Init +1 | Diplo +10, HAnim +10, KnNob +5, KnPla +6, KnRel +5, Perc -2, Ride +6, SensM -2 | smite 1/2 | lay hands 3/6 | wand clw 24/50 |

Freshman squire (3rd class) Apollyanna Lapin Sukino stands at mock attention (preferably next to a support pillar) wherever she has been mustered to, longsword at her side, and shield arm buried to the elbow in her pillow's case. A small balloon of snot inflates and deflates from her left nostril as she breathes.

"Zzzz...zzzz...zzzz..."

She's pulled guard duty before. ;)

Grandmaster TOZ wrote:
After a brief wait, Venture-Captain Drandle Dreng’s appearance is surprising only due to his unfamiliar accomplice, a burly man dressed in full Isgeri military trappings. “Pardon the intrusion,”

"BWAAAH!! Don't do that! Err? I mean sorry sir!" She salutes with her pillow. Then she looks as though she wishes to crawl inside the case, especially considering how dreamy Isgeri officer is. Then seeing the scrolls spill out she tries to help in their recapture only to be captured herself by those same scrolls, trust up like a Osirian mummy.


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Dreng returns the salute with a Taldan one of his own, scroll still in hand. After a moment of looking at the tube nearly jabbing him in the eye in surprise, the venture captain moves to de-mummify the junior agent.

Grand Lodge

Male Half Orc Cleric of Gorum/4 |HP 31/32|Init +3|AC 21, FF 20, T 11|Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +9|Perception +12|Channel (2d6) 2/4

Barret stands at a relaxed attention with bis helmet in his hand at his hip, his scarred black armor faintly gleaming in the lamplight. Spikes jut menacingly from the joints, threatening to to jab anyone who gets too close. His face is a mask of fatigue and irritation that darkens more as the veture captain enters the meeting room. The only thing that has made the morning brighter for him are the antics of the woman making a fool of herself in front of the foreigner.

When the initial briefing is over, Barret immediately asks, any specific sort of goblinoids in this chitterwood? It's important to how I will tailor my prayers to Gorum.


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Gaspar fixes his stare on the half-orc, clearly appraising his military bearing. "I would not be surprised if you encountered a hobgoblin or bugbear. I hear the city of Logas can still maintain a steady supply of fresh goblin heads for the pikes surrounding their walls, so there are apparently plenty of goblinoids to still be found.” He waves a hand dismissively. "I led many of the sorties that broke the back of their ragtag armies. Any you encounter will be pathetic scavengers who don't know when they have been bested by their betters. I suspect the only real threat to your expedition would be common banditry, human thugs relying on the harrowing tales of the Chitterwood to unnerve and deceive their prey." His lips turn slightly in a smirk. "You are all scholars, or so I'm told. Have you studied the Goblinblood Wars? I wouldn't imagine you had, else I would have needed no introduction."

Grand Lodge

Male Half Orc Cleric of Gorum/4 |HP 31/32|Init +3|AC 21, FF 20, T 11|Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +9|Perception +12|Channel (2d6) 2/4

Barret's irritated snear doesn't move from his lips at the intended insult and his voice remains even as he retorts, You are misinformed. I am no scholar of anything but my religion, and my religion tells me to fight. These scholars merely give me that opportunity. So please, tell them if you wish to inflate your ego. I will listen for the tactics amongst the bluster.

Grand Lodge

AC 13 touch 13, flat-footed 11 (+1 monk, +1 Dex, +1 dodge) Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +5 hp 18 Male Human Blast rune 0/4 Reroll 0/1 Stunning fist 0/1 Channels 0/7 Cleric/Monk of Irori 1/1 LN Medium humanoid (human) Init +1; Senses Perception +7

"Travelling to new lands. Ambrus always says the best way to experience all Golarion has to offer is to travel its many lands. I will take good notes and give future travellers some insight into these regions. I will be ready for combat but also to take notes" Tajan is enthusiastic and stands ready with a darkwood staff and a servicable breastplate in place. "I am Tajan Monk of Irori I take creatures negative energy and reflect it back at them. Irori has also favoured me with an insight into his divine powers and the ability to use the true mark of confirmation for any pathfinder. Are you going to present me with mine now master Dreng?"

It is at this point Tajan hopes to recieve (at the cost of 2 prestige points) his wand of cure light wounds not the wayfinder some see as the mark of a pathfinder

Scarab Sages

Male CN Human Fighter 5/Champion 3 | HP: 64/64| AC: 20 (11 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +9 CMD: 20| F: +6, R: +2, W: +4 (+1 vs Fear) | Init: +4 | Perc: +10, SM: +1 | Speed 20ft |Hard to Kill | Mythic Power 6/9 (+1d6), Fleet Charge, Fleet Warrior, Impossible Speed, Penetrating Damage, Amazing Initiative, Recuperation | Active conditions:None.

"Shipping off in the morning huh? Well then. Tell me , is just our shipments being attacked, or is it everyone? Did we upset anyone in the Isger region area lately?" asks Iago with an nonchalant stretch.


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The bedraggled venture captain began digging through his pockets. "Yes, yes, Ambrus did ask me to pass this on..." A number of wands appeared from one coat pocket. Dreng read off a number of tags glued to the various colored shafts. "Scorching ray, no...knock, good when you forget your keys, not it...why do I have this one? AH, here it is!" As Tajan began to reach out, it was snatched back. "Terribly sorry, this is Cure MODERATE, you need the light..." A rueful smile broke across his wizened face as he shook the wand. "Still some magic left in here, but not much! Here it is, fresh off the enchanting line." He pressed the slim baton into Tajan's hand.

Gaspar sneered back at Barret. "You have the look of it. But then, most orcs do." He frowned at Iago's question. "Your illegal activities are none of my business. Perhaps your Venture Captain knows?" One handsome eyebrow arched at Dreng as he spoke. It took a moment for the address to register.

"Oh, other caravans? It would be terrible if they were also attacked." Dreng paused before the understanding dawned. "Ah, you asked if we knew about any such? No, or at least, I don't. These routes are discreet, after all. Perhaps Karela will know!" His smile was congenial and airy.

Silver Crusade

Female Halfling
Stats:
Sor 2 (W. Drac.)|HP 10/16|AC:22*/T:14/FF:15*|F:+3/R: +4/W:+3/5|CMB:+1|CMD: 14/11FF|BAB: +1|Init: +5|Acro.: +5|Bluff: +3|K: Ar+6|Ling: +2|Per.: +5|Spellcraft: +5|Stealth:+7|UMD: +7|PFS# 145296-7(Core)
Limited Use Items:
Folio 0/1 (+0); Claws 4/6 per day

A white-haired and clearly flustered halfling comes rushing in, gasping a bit as if she'd run halfway across Absalom.

"*pant* *wheeze* Oh, for Shelyn's sake, they could have pulled me out of the poetry slam! *Wheeze* *pant* Where are we *gasp* going again? How soon? I need to grab my pack and I'll be ready!"

After a few more seconds the somewhat disheveled halfling straightens up, breath regained as she listens to the discussion.

"Etune Snowfoot, arcane specialist, ready to go when you are! Sorry about that, I guess the folks assigned to deliver my message were a bit too polite to interrupt!"

The halfling leans against a wall. "I promise I'll be more timely than that in the future!"

Scarab Sages

Male CN Human Fighter 5/Champion 3 | HP: 64/64| AC: 20 (11 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +9 CMD: 20| F: +6, R: +2, W: +4 (+1 vs Fear) | Init: +4 | Perc: +10, SM: +1 | Speed 20ft |Hard to Kill | Mythic Power 6/9 (+1d6), Fleet Charge, Fleet Warrior, Impossible Speed, Penetrating Damage, Amazing Initiative, Recuperation | Active conditions:None.

"Well then" says Iago ponderously, digesting the absolute lack of information with aplomb and perhaps a little dismayed amusement "Perhaps we should make our way to see Mr Karela. Perhaps he can fill in the blanks." Or rather brief us on what's going on.

And as he looks to his fellow agents for signs of agreement, his mind travels to what he's learned of Isger.

Knowledge (History): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21


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Iago recalls his studies of the Goblinblood Wars. Not quite 2 decades ago, the goblinoids of the Chitterwood banded together and attacked the nation of Isger from within its own borders. The horde was so great a threat that Andoran, Cheliax, and Druma sent assistance in the form of a regiment of Eagle Knights, small order of Hellknights, and a contingent of Mercenary Legionnaires respectively. This unlikely alliance was forced to put much of the Chitterwood to the torch in order to quell the goblin offensive. And Iago does recall tales of Gaspar Demise leading the forces of Isger alongside their neighboring allies, although not quite so prominently as the Isgeri's attitude suggests. Since the end of the war, Isger has struggled to recover from the large expenditure of wealth and manpower.

Silver Crusade

Female Halfling
Stats:
Sor 2 (W. Drac.)|HP 10/16|AC:22*/T:14/FF:15*|F:+3/R: +4/W:+3/5|CMB:+1|CMD: 14/11FF|BAB: +1|Init: +5|Acro.: +5|Bluff: +3|K: Ar+6|Ling: +2|Per.: +5|Spellcraft: +5|Stealth:+7|UMD: +7|PFS# 145296-7(Core)
Limited Use Items:
Folio 0/1 (+0); Claws 4/6 per day

The halfling nods readiness as she smooths out her garments and straightens up. I can pick up the rest of the information along the way, hopefully!

"We're going to see a Mister Karela? Okay! Ready whenever you are, as long as we stop by the barracks really quick so I can grab my bag! Granma Snowfoot said to never dally when planning a long trip, 'cause you never get to where you're going."

Grand Lodge

Male Half-Elf DEAD

Knowledge(History): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15.

Stephen nods appreciatively as Iago waxes lyrical about the history of Isger.

I would not have expected that one such as he would have had such training. I am duly impressed.

"Agreed. It sounds like we should be on our way."

A disagreeable thought then occurs to him.

"We are in for a long sea voyage, aren't we..."

Grand Lodge

AC 13 touch 13, flat-footed 11 (+1 monk, +1 Dex, +1 dodge) Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +5 hp 18 Male Human Blast rune 0/4 Reroll 0/1 Stunning fist 0/1 Channels 0/7 Cleric/Monk of Irori 1/1 LN Medium humanoid (human) Init +1; Senses Perception +7

"Thank.you master Dreng" Tajan puts the wand away "I will gather a journal book and some writing supplies and a journal book and then I will be ready for an interesting expedition"

Silver Crusade

Human Female Paladin of Shelyn 5 | hp 47/48 | AC 21 T 11 FF 20 | CMD 19 | F +10 R +6 W +8 | Spd 30' | Init +1 | Diplo +10, HAnim +10, KnNob +5, KnPla +6, KnRel +5, Perc -2, Ride +6, SensM -2 | smite 1/2 | lay hands 3/6 | wand clw 24/50 |
Grandmaster TOZ wrote:
Gaspar fixes his stare on the half-orc, clearly appraising his military bearing. "I would not be surprised if you encountered a hobgoblin or bugbear. I hear the city of Logas can still maintain a steady supply of fresh goblin heads for the pikes surrounding their walls, so there are apparently plenty of goblinoids to still be found.” He waves a hand dismissively. "I led many of the sorties that broke the back of their ragtag armies. Any you encounter will be pathetic scavengers who don't know when they have been bested by their betters. I suspect the only real threat to your expedition would be common banditry, human thugs relying on the harrowing tales of the Chitterwood to unnerve and deceive their prey." His lips turn slightly in a smirk. "You are all scholars, or so I'm told. Have you studied the Goblinblood Wars? I wouldn't imagine you had, else I would have needed no introduction."

A bit fan-girlish Apollyanna replies: "Well, um, there were goblins and a sort of war, right?"

Silver Crusade

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Female Halfling
Stats:
Sor 2 (W. Drac.)|HP 10/16|AC:22*/T:14/FF:15*|F:+3/R: +4/W:+3/5|CMB:+1|CMD: 14/11FF|BAB: +1|Init: +5|Acro.: +5|Bluff: +3|K: Ar+6|Ling: +2|Per.: +5|Spellcraft: +5|Stealth:+7|UMD: +7|PFS# 145296-7(Core)
Limited Use Items:
Folio 0/1 (+0); Claws 4/6 per day

"Just as long as it isn't a creepy village with weird rituals and sacrifices to fake plant gods that aren't really there in the Mana Wastes we should be fine, right?"

Etune watches the others in the room for guidance as to when to depart, not *quite* fidgeting with her clothes as she watches the door, Gaspar, Dreng, and then the rest of the party.


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Etune received an incredulous look as Gaspar scoffed at the very idea. "My beloved homeland is far from such a desolate place as the Mana Wastes. I certainly would not discount some strange goblin cult sacrificing your outlaws to whatever fell gods they worship. But I certainly have no knowledge of such!"

Apollyanna was instead greeted with a winning smile. "That is indeed the very basest of facts, yes." The war hero then began a long-winded tale of his many battles and heroic deeds, each seemingly more dire than the last. By the end, listeners would assume the entire war would have been lost but for his bravery and skill.

Silver Crusade

Female Halfling
Stats:
Sor 2 (W. Drac.)|HP 10/16|AC:22*/T:14/FF:15*|F:+3/R: +4/W:+3/5|CMB:+1|CMD: 14/11FF|BAB: +1|Init: +5|Acro.: +5|Bluff: +3|K: Ar+6|Ling: +2|Per.: +5|Spellcraft: +5|Stealth:+7|UMD: +7|PFS# 145296-7(Core)
Limited Use Items:
Folio 0/1 (+0); Claws 4/6 per day

"That's really good to know! Not being able to do anything in my field of expertise without weird stuff happening was really unnerving!"

Etune beams at Gaspar's defense of his homeland and then listens intently to all the 'war stories' he relates.

Storytelling is an artform, too! He's really good at it! Thank you, Eternal Rose, for letting me hear all of this!

Grand Lodge

Male Half Orc Cleric of Gorum/4 |HP 31/32|Init +3|AC 21, FF 20, T 11|Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +9|Perception +12|Channel (2d6) 2/4

I'm sure Gorum would be pleased, is Barret's only response, his face by this point a stony deadpan. After a moment of silence to make it clear he is no longer responding to Gaspar, Barret rumbles out a, perhaps we should go see Guaril now, so we can get some informatiom from him?

Silver Crusade

Human Female Paladin of Shelyn 5 | hp 47/48 | AC 21 T 11 FF 20 | CMD 19 | F +10 R +6 W +8 | Spd 30' | Init +1 | Diplo +10, HAnim +10, KnNob +5, KnPla +6, KnRel +5, Perc -2, Ride +6, SensM -2 | smite 1/2 | lay hands 3/6 | wand clw 24/50 |
Grandmaster TOZ wrote:

Etune received an incredulous look as Gaspar scoffed at the very idea. "My beloved homeland is far from such a desolate place as the Mana Wastes. I certainly would not discount some strange goblin cult sacrificing your outlaws to whatever fell gods they worship. But I certainly have no knowledge of such!"

Apollyanna was instead greeted with a winning smile. "That is indeed the very basest of facts, yes." The war hero then began a long-winded tale of his many battles and heroic deeds, each seemingly more dire than the last. By the end, listeners would assume the entire war would have been lost but for his bravery and skill.

Gosh, his eyes are so blue.... Apollyanna listens in rapt attention her eyes huge and sparkling, her mind on what sort of shoes she should wear to their wedding....

Later she mentions (lamely she feels) the time she fought a mental construct in place called Katapesh. Yeah, pretty lame. I was nearly killed and my friends had to save me. But the speech was still pretty good... but I'll have to keep my eyes on that cute little chibi girl. Grrr. *sigh* I wish I had some talent.... Maybe cooking! That's it that'll be my talent--cooking!! All good wives need to know how to cook for their war hero husbands! She plans.

Scarab Sages

Male CN Human Fighter 5/Champion 3 | HP: 64/64| AC: 20 (11 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +9 CMD: 20| F: +6, R: +2, W: +4 (+1 vs Fear) | Init: +4 | Perc: +10, SM: +1 | Speed 20ft |Hard to Kill | Mythic Power 6/9 (+1d6), Fleet Charge, Fleet Warrior, Impossible Speed, Penetrating Damage, Amazing Initiative, Recuperation | Active conditions:None.

Iago, taking advantage of his fellow agent's attentions for the Isgeri, politely informs those who wish to know more of the details he does remember. "Alright. We'll be on our way then. That includes you Apollyanna. Polly. I'm going to go with Polly until I get hit straight in the face for it. And I wouldn't worry about the sea voyage Master Strange; frighteningly enough, it's often times the safest part of the journey."

On our way to see the wonderful Guaril Karela!


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The party is excused as Venture Captain Dreng thanks their esteemed guest for traveling and offering his insight. It is not a difficult walk down to the docks nor particularly taxing to locate The Pickled Imp.

Karela’s curio store seems dark and cramped, regardless of the time of day. The dirty windows block most outside light, leaving the inside of the store permanently encased in shadow. Rows upon rows of shelves filled with knickknacks, baubles, and trinkets—all of varying levels of quality and authenticity— run the length of the store, leaving little room for people to move about.

From somewhere behind the shelves, a voice rings out. "Welcome to The Pickled Imp! At this hour, yer almost certainly thieves or Pathfinders. Some might ask what the difference is, but old Uncle Guaril knows..."

Silver Crusade

Female Halfling
Stats:
Sor 2 (W. Drac.)|HP 10/16|AC:22*/T:14/FF:15*|F:+3/R: +4/W:+3/5|CMB:+1|CMD: 14/11FF|BAB: +1|Init: +5|Acro.: +5|Bluff: +3|K: Ar+6|Ling: +2|Per.: +5|Spellcraft: +5|Stealth:+7|UMD: +7|PFS# 145296-7(Core)
Limited Use Items:
Folio 0/1 (+0); Claws 4/6 per day

"We're not thieves, Uncle Guaril! If we were, would we have made enough noise for you to hear us?!"

Etune offers that excitedly as she looks at all the amazing things in this place -- not to steal, or even to buy, but the whole 'overwhelmed with stimuli' sort of thing.

"We're here on some sort of mission Isger something something caravans, I think?!"

Grand Lodge

Male Half-Elf DEAD

Stephen adopts an expression of mock-horror.

"Good Sir, you wound me! I'll have you know that every item that I have recovered for the Society was either long-abandoned, our something that their former owners clearly no longer had a use for."

Usually because they were dead, or taken from a forgotten ruin, but still...

"That said, I believe you wish a certain task completed...?"

Scarab Sages

Male CN Human Fighter 5/Champion 3 | HP: 64/64| AC: 20 (11 Tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +9 CMD: 20| F: +6, R: +2, W: +4 (+1 vs Fear) | Init: +4 | Perc: +10, SM: +1 | Speed 20ft |Hard to Kill | Mythic Power 6/9 (+1d6), Fleet Charge, Fleet Warrior, Impossible Speed, Penetrating Damage, Amazing Initiative, Recuperation | Active conditions:None.

"Guaril Karela, the most famous Varisian in Absalom! How are you doing?" greets Iago warmly. "Like the small one said, we're here about that thing in Isger. The caravans gone missing. Dreng gave us half a briefing and the other guy was... Well. He had other things on his mind" he adds, narrowing his eyes in Polly's general direction. "So if you wouldn't mind giving us a full briefing, or as close to that as you want to give us. I'd appreciate it."


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As you make your way further into the cramped shop, Guaril straightens from behind the counter, stroking his thin mustache. "Iago Dalamitrin, I see they sent some solid muscle to me this time. Half a briefing, ya say? Well, sounds like you all came out ahead fer once! He chuckles at the joke and leans his elbows on the grimy wood. "At least you know about our problems on the caravans, yeah? I'm asking you to pull a little guard duty, and when you get attacked, track down where the bastards are coming from. Deal with then sos they don't come around no more, if you catch my drift." He pulled his thumb across his throat to emphasize. "You get to Logas, there'll be a cousin waiting to take you to the caravan. His name is Kazrin, and once he hooks you up, the crew will take you through the Chitterwood." His smirk was slightly sinister in the dim light. "I'll do my best to answer better than ol' Drengy, but do understand my clients value their privacy."

I'm out at a gameday this evening, so my next reply may be late or even tomorrow.

Grand Lodge

Male Half Orc Cleric of Gorum/4 |HP 31/32|Init +3|AC 21, FF 20, T 11|Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +9|Perception +12|Channel (2d6) 2/4

These thieves just bandits of opportunity, or do we think they're specifically attacking us for what we have? Barret asks, his face a different sort of sour than when he was in the room with the Isgery and the Venture Captain. You think it may stem from the fact that his spikes make it difficult for him to fit in the Varisian's cramped shop.

Silver Crusade

Female Halfling
Stats:
Sor 2 (W. Drac.)|HP 10/16|AC:22*/T:14/FF:15*|F:+3/R: +4/W:+3/5|CMB:+1|CMD: 14/11FF|BAB: +1|Init: +5|Acro.: +5|Bluff: +3|K: Ar+6|Ling: +2|Per.: +5|Spellcraft: +5|Stealth:+7|UMD: +7|PFS# 145296-7(Core)
Limited Use Items:
Folio 0/1 (+0); Claws 4/6 per day

"Uncle Guaril, if we can come up with ways that aren't--" The halfling makes that thumb across the throat motion. "--like that but are just as effective is that okay, or are you telling us that we HAVE to--" She does the motion again. "--deal with them only that way? Gramma Snowfoot always told us it's better to make friends than corpses, because corpses stink after three days but friends can take a bath."

Grand Lodge

AC 13 touch 13, flat-footed 11 (+1 monk, +1 Dex, +1 dodge) Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +5 hp 18 Male Human Blast rune 0/4 Reroll 0/1 Stunning fist 0/1 Channels 0/7 Cleric/Monk of Irori 1/1 LN Medium humanoid (human) Init +1; Senses Perception +7

Torn between a scholarly interest in how this all works and a revulsion about smuggling. Tajan decides no further questions are required and looks forward to actually travelling.

Silver Crusade

Human Female Paladin of Shelyn 5 | hp 47/48 | AC 21 T 11 FF 20 | CMD 19 | F +10 R +6 W +8 | Spd 30' | Init +1 | Diplo +10, HAnim +10, KnNob +5, KnPla +6, KnRel +5, Perc -2, Ride +6, SensM -2 | smite 1/2 | lay hands 3/6 | wand clw 24/50 |

"I'll wait outside."


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"Well as long as you get the results, I don't much care if these bandits join up with the crusade against the Worldwound or whatever you are feeling. I just need my caravans to get through nice and clean." Guaril shrugs nonchalantly. "As for why they're attacking us, I imagine it has to do with my clients valuable goods and the lack of lawful retribution. Feel free to ask them at yer next campfire jubilee."

Silver Crusade

Female Halfling
Stats:
Sor 2 (W. Drac.)|HP 10/16|AC:22*/T:14/FF:15*|F:+3/R: +4/W:+3/5|CMB:+1|CMD: 14/11FF|BAB: +1|Init: +5|Acro.: +5|Bluff: +3|K: Ar+6|Ling: +2|Per.: +5|Spellcraft: +5|Stealth:+7|UMD: +7|PFS# 145296-7(Core)
Limited Use Items:
Folio 0/1 (+0); Claws 4/6 per day

"She also said that cold preserves bodies longer, too."

Etune gives a winning smile and a nod. So we can try to negotiate but if they won't or try to kill us no matter what we're okay that way. I wonder why Miss Apollyana went outside...

"So we'll probably need to really look the part of bored caravan guards and not experienced Pathfinders, right?"


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"Look however you want. I've worked with tha Society long enough to know not to micromanage proper agents." His smirk turns into a little more genuine smile at that. "But speaking of looks, you'll want to dress yerselves up with these." He produces a number of fine red Varisian scarves, one for each Pathfinder. "Tie it up around your arm when you get to Isger. Kazrin will be looking for them. Any other worries Uncle Guaril can assuage?"

Grand Lodge

Male Half Orc Cleric of Gorum/4 |HP 31/32|Init +3|AC 21, FF 20, T 11|Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +9|Perception +12|Channel (2d6) 2/4

I have no further questions, mister Guaril, Barret says, reaching his gauntleted hand for the scarves that the Varisian produced for the party, being careful to not catch anything in the store or the scarves themselves with the spikes.

He turns to the halfling after procuring said scarves, looking down upon her and grumbling, I should warn you ahead of time, little one: I am willing to let you speak, and even to speak myself, but as soon as steel is drawn, Gorum demands battle, and I shall not deny him. Do you understand?

Silver Crusade

Female Halfling
Stats:
Sor 2 (W. Drac.)|HP 10/16|AC:22*/T:14/FF:15*|F:+3/R: +4/W:+3/5|CMB:+1|CMD: 14/11FF|BAB: +1|Init: +5|Acro.: +5|Bluff: +3|K: Ar+6|Ling: +2|Per.: +5|Spellcraft: +5|Stealth:+7|UMD: +7|PFS# 145296-7(Core)
Limited Use Items:
Folio 0/1 (+0); Claws 4/6 per day

The halfling gets a bit of a disturbingly feral smile as she responds to Barret.

"I'm no stranger to spreading blood around, mister! I'm not afraid to fight, I'd just prefer to avoid it if it isn't necessary and would be a waste of time and good hearts. If it's gotta be fighting that's the way it's gotta be. I might not be the wisest halfling in Avistan but I'm not stupid."

She too, is ready to go as soon as reciept of scarf is accomplished and after taking one final check to make sure she has her gear gives a curt nod.

Grand Lodge

Male Half Orc Cleric of Gorum/4 |HP 31/32|Init +3|AC 21, FF 20, T 11|Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +9|Perception +12|Channel (2d6) 2/4

For the first time since their meeting, Barret's face breaks out into a smile. Not a particularly warm smile, but a smile nonetheless. I'm glad you and eye are of the same mind, Large-heart. What was your name again? Barret inquires as he offers the halfling one of the scarves.

Silver Crusade

Female Halfling
Stats:
Sor 2 (W. Drac.)|HP 10/16|AC:22*/T:14/FF:15*|F:+3/R: +4/W:+3/5|CMB:+1|CMD: 14/11FF|BAB: +1|Init: +5|Acro.: +5|Bluff: +3|K: Ar+6|Ling: +2|Per.: +5|Spellcraft: +5|Stealth:+7|UMD: +7|PFS# 145296-7(Core)
Limited Use Items:
Folio 0/1 (+0); Claws 4/6 per day

The white-haired halfling takes the offered scarf and ties it as indicated but adjusts her tunic so it is hidden for the moment -- just in case.

A few snow-white scales stick out around her neck as she pokes around with her clothes.

"Etune Snowfoot. We Snowfoots come from up around the Linnorm Kings area and have been up in there for centuries. Gotta be sharp when fights break out up with the Ulfen folks, otherwise you might end up paying someone's bar bill without your say-so."

Pronunciation guide: Eh-TOON-eh


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Uncle Guaril bids you good luck as you depart The Pickled Imp. Despite the late hour, there are plenty of shops still open for any last minute purchases before your ship departs Absalom. As day breaks, you yawn your way aboard and can finally crash in a hammock for much delayed sleep.

The journey between Absalom and Isger takes several weeks, first by sea and then by land, until finally ending in front of the gates of the Isgeri city of Logas. The Goblinblood Wars may be over, but the goblinoid threat still lingers, as is made apparent by the rows of fresh goblinoid corpses that hang from pikes along the city’s walls. Every now and then, seemingly at random, a trebuchet from behind the city walls hurls a huge boulder into the forest.

The market is bustling as you make your way between the stalls. While not the size of your home base, Logas it is still a sizeable city that threatens to swallow you up and set you adrift. Fortune favors you however, as a Varisian man with tousled hair leans on a wooden stall and speaks as you pass. "Friends, where did you get such fine cloth? My cousin owns a scarf just like it!" He introduces himself as Kazrin, leading you through the market and towards the southern gate of the city. As he does, he speaks animatedly of introducing you to his friends, although you notice he does not mention specifics while still in the city.

After several miles of walking, you come across a single wagon hitched to a single horse. Two women are waiting, the elder in the driver seat and the younger standing by, hand on the hilt of a longsword. "And here we are, friends!" Kazrin announces with a wide grin. "Our caravan mistress, Jandri, shall lead on, and Alik is here to provide further security. She doesn't say much, so I'll be saying enough for both of us." A small face peaks out of the covered back of the wagon, a single halfling offering a wave of greeting to you all. "And we have one guest riding along, Camon the halfling. If any of you can't keep up with the wagon, feel free to ride along inside." The Sczarni wait for you all to load up as needed before beginning the ride further away from Logas.

Feel free to make purchases and conversation while I set up the map for certainly no reason. ;)

Grand Lodge

Male Half Orc Cleric of Gorum/4 |HP 31/32|Init +3|AC 21, FF 20, T 11|Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +9|Perception +12|Channel (2d6) 2/4

Forgive me if I offend, but... is this it? Barret inquires with a quizical look on his face as he looks the single wagon and single horse up and down. Wouldn't a force as large as ours draw suspicions of a possible trap guarding this... small thing?

Silver Crusade

Female Halfling
Stats:
Sor 2 (W. Drac.)|HP 10/16|AC:22*/T:14/FF:15*|F:+3/R: +4/W:+3/5|CMB:+1|CMD: 14/11FF|BAB: +1|Init: +5|Acro.: +5|Bluff: +3|K: Ar+6|Ling: +2|Per.: +5|Spellcraft: +5|Stealth:+7|UMD: +7|PFS# 145296-7(Core)
Limited Use Items:
Folio 0/1 (+0); Claws 4/6 per day

Etune hops into the cart with a bit of a grin after the formalities of introduction have been accomplished!

"Well, if something this small has a lot of people guarding it, it MUST be very valuable, right? Otherwise, it wouldn't be worth having all the people, right?"

The halfling will give a nod to the other halfling. "Etune Snowfoot! Are you going to be riding in the wagon, too?"


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"Feelin' self-conscious about yer size, my half-orc friend?" The Varisian grinned and knocked on Barret's armor lightly. "It's to be expected that we might add some guards after so many unfortunate accidents. It might not be such a bad idea to dress some of you up as passengers as well, however." He nodded as Etune jumped aboard. "We keep our caravans small, to make it easier to hide the trail and our passage."

The halfling smiles gently back. "Yes, it's nice to meet you Etune. You are...very striking." He was clearly trying not to stare at the signs of her heritage.

Silver Crusade

Female Halfling
Stats:
Sor 2 (W. Drac.)|HP 10/16|AC:22*/T:14/FF:15*|F:+3/R: +4/W:+3/5|CMB:+1|CMD: 14/11FF|BAB: +1|Init: +5|Acro.: +5|Bluff: +3|K: Ar+6|Ling: +2|Per.: +5|Spellcraft: +5|Stealth:+7|UMD: +7|PFS# 145296-7(Core)
Limited Use Items:
Folio 0/1 (+0); Claws 4/6 per day

When Etune realizes that Camon is staring a bit she pulls up her collar some and adjusts her gloves a bit self-consciously.

"Thank you, mister! You're not so bad yourself!"

Is he... interested in me or just being nice? Enh. We'll see what happens. At least he's not a babbler like Janira!

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