Broken Golarion

Game Master Monkeygod

What happens to the world when the heroes fail and die?


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Woman Kitsune Sorceress 10 Int +8 AC 12 Fort +5 Ref +6 Will +12 Low-Light Vision Scent 30 ft Hit Points 60/60 Effort 2/2

"We've already died once, and though I have known them for a short time, I can tell they are exceptionally foolish- and, perhaps, exceptionally capable to go along with it."


Male Human (Tian-Min) Fighter 8

Matsuoka nods. "I have already given my life once in service to an honorable cause. Now I am given the chance to do so again. I see no better cause than aiding the people of this world in fighting back against demons... or helping a woman find her wife."


A few tears trickle down the former captain's face "Thank you. Truly. Tell me, what do you need from me? I will do whatever I can to help you."

Dark Archive

At this point it was time for Loc to go and test out a few things. "If you guys will excuse me, I have a little shopping to do before we head out on our adventure." At this point Loc will head towards the nearest grave yard to test something out.


The Man. The Myth. The Mask!

It is super easy to find a graveyard in Absolom. With the overcrowding and diversity of the refugees here people die as a regular part of life, especially for the vulnerable in areas like the Puddles.
What is difficult is finding one that hasn't been thoroughly and completely Sanctified. Seriously, those clerics needed to find something better to do with their spells.
It takes a few hours, but you finally find a tiny out of the way graveyard of six shallow graves marked with little tokens on stakes of wood tucked away into the back of a disused alley.


Woman Kitsune Sorceress 10 Int +8 AC 12 Fort +5 Ref +6 Will +12 Low-Light Vision Scent 30 ft Hit Points 60/60 Effort 2/2

"Our first goal is to get off Absalom and on to the continent. From there, anywhere there, we can find allies and see what forces we can organize, but we've been debating where the best place to start is."

Dark Archive

Loc will rub his chin as he looks through out the graveyard. Something felt different since his brush in with death. He some how felt closer to them then he ever had before. He caught himself running his fingers through his pouch of onyx before he stopped in front of a grave. He would look around before flexing his fingers and pointing to one grave. "You, help me test something. Wake up." With that he would concentrate on the image of a headless knight, a Dullahan rising out of the grave.


The Barmaid laughs, getting off Absalom is the easy part. It's getting back to Absalom that is difficult. For the right coin, most captain's will happily drop you off near the shore of your choice. For a few places you'll need to arrange a travel visa to leave the docks.

She finishes wiping a mug and sets it on the counter, the ISA is especially wary of visitors. Cheliax has no issue with forced conscription for offenses, the list of which seems to grow with each passing season.


The Man. The Myth. The Mask!

Loc, are you using "A Pale Crown Beckons"?

Dark Archive

Oh yeah I am, I forget to state that I apologize. He is mostly testing it out right now but yes.


The Man. The Myth. The Mask!

The body fails to rise, but you feel like it should have and you learn something important. A buried body is a claimed body.

Dark Archive

Loc will rub his chin at this point as he begins to walk deeper into the puddles, toying with his coin a bit as he casts mage armor on himself. He would either need to get lucky and find a body in the gutter some where or hopefully get robbed. After all in such dangerous times a man had to defend himself.


Woman Kitsune Sorceress 10 Int +8 AC 12 Fort +5 Ref +6 Will +12 Low-Light Vision Scent 30 ft Hit Points 60/60 Effort 2/2

Lian rubs her chin, "Cheliax. A natural place for those who seek powerful allies, and with dangers to match. Certainly a possibility. Though I do wonder of further North as well..."


The Man. The Myth. The Mask!

It takes many hours and a few greased palms, but Loc is eventually able to locate a kind of disposal area for some local gangs that walk on the stabby side of the spectrum when it comes to disputes. Even these are regularly sanctified, but a couple more coins in the right hands and you have a few bodies to play with. Thankfully, you spotted an abandoned, dilapidated house on the way over in which you could probably work for a short time. Your main problem now is getting said bodies to said house without rousing the guard, a mob, or both.

Dark Archive

Loc will think for a second before nodding his head and pulling out a piece of onyx. [occ]Loc will convert a ray of exhaustion into animate dead to create one skeleton. -50gp[/ooc] After the skin has fallen off the body he will order it to drag the rest of the corpses to the house while he distracts anyone who may come near to investigate.


The Man. The Myth. The Mask!

Roll me a bluff please.

Dark Archive

bluff: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28


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The Man. The Myth. The Mask!

You are successfully able to divert a five marching guards, four chatting ladies, three squealing children, two drunken street toughs, and a parrot in a pear tree. The house is falling apart and filthy. You don't even have to drive desperate homeless beggars from it as no respectable beggar would be caught living there. Thankfully, yours are dead!

Dark Archive

Loc would walk back scratching at his head as he did so. "Man, this city has gotten a lot of refugees. Was expecting a couple of leaping ladies to come marching down the street." Once he was back in the house with his ill gotten gains he would have the skeleton brace the door in case any one tried to enter. After he would once again focus his new found powers onto one of the corpses in a attempt to animate something that should have been impossible to with a simple spell: a dullahan.


The Man. The Myth. The Mask!

You feel a tug as power gathers, but it is not any magic you wielded in the past. Bits from all your bodies rush in toward the one you beckoned and gather up. Still the Power, as that's the breast word you have for it, pulls at your very being. The corpse lifts of the ground as inky blackness pours into it from unseen cracks to the Negative Energy Plane. You feel a bit drained afterwards, but the impossible stands before you. Your first servant of your new life.


evil GM check of unknown things: 1d20 ⇒ 12

hmm, ooooh. That's interesting...


In the bar

Well mas'er Brook, mos' of the world is in need of help. It p'rolly don' matter where your gang starts. Like the lass said, Ferod waves his mug, somehow managing to avoid sloshing any of the contents, y'll need papers to get into the ISA. They've an 'mbassy in Foreign Quarters.

After slugging back the last of his ale and slamming the cup to the counter, he continues if'n yer wanting more, the Docks or Foreign Quarter be yer goal.


Woman Kitsune Sorceress 10 Int +8 AC 12 Fort +5 Ref +6 Will +12 Low-Light Vision Scent 30 ft Hit Points 60/60 Effort 2/2

"Ah, an embassy. I've had experience with those. I only wonder if Cheliax," she reflexively refers to the nation name she's more familiar with than the alliance which is still new to her, [b]"Is doing expeditions to the Worldwound, so that we may help Mrs. Tirablade."

Dark Archive

"Well now aren't you just a beauty. Seems that your body has toughened up thanks to what ever powers I managed to command. Now lets see how much control I have over you."
Loc will begin to go down a list of orders to see how much control he had over this creation. It will go lightly from jumping jacks to sharing knowledge of the mans life to seeing if the undead would follow a command to intentionally harm itself.


The Man. The Myth. The Mask!

The undead obeys without issue until ordered to harm itself. Those orders are flatly refused.


An older human pushes into the tavern, dressed as a traveler his dusty coat flaps listlessly as he looks around the tavern before heading for an open table. Barkeep, two of your finest ale's! He flips a platinum coin over his shoulder towards the barkeep.

The coin catches the light as it flips end over end before dropping into the hand of the barkeep.

Sitting down the old guy leans back in his chair, he kicks out the chair across from him, as if for a friend not yet arrived.

The barmaid approaches and places two ales on the table. With a smile, he nods, thank you, keep them topped off please.

He reaches for the closest and takes a long drought from the ale, ahh, just as good as I remember.

So, a new batch of seconders?


Back from GenCon, fully rested and caught up. Will get a post up later tonight.


Yay!


HP: 17 | AC: 17 | Fort (E): +6; Ref (T): +3; Will (E): +8 Spell DC (T): 16 | Perception (T): +6 | Senses: Darkvision, Low-Light Vision

Karen looks up from the conglomerate map she has made and says "What do you mean, seconders?"


Blessed Cup

The old man peers over the rim of his mug at Karen, why second chancers, my dear. Tis obvious that you and your companions are not naturally here.

He looks at Karen, then the full cup in front of an empty chair, back to Karen.

Another cup please! He waves the now empty mug towards the bar.


HP: 17 | AC: 17 | Fort (E): +6; Ref (T): +3; Will (E): +8 Spell DC (T): 16 | Perception (T): +6 | Senses: Darkvision, Low-Light Vision

In the Blessed Cup

"I live by the grace of Irori, the lord of perfection. Have you met other people who appeared here without explanation?"

Dark Archive

"Perfect. Your orders are to head to the basement and wait for me to come get you. If anyone finds you simply allow them to destroy you. If they flee destroy yourself."
With that he will head back to the bar to wait for their ride to the mainland.


Loc, as you exit, the temperature in the room drops suddenly. As you turn around, looking for a why/what, you see an ominous figure standing in the center of the room.

He is obviously undead, and used to be drow. He has short, spiky white hair, midnight black skin, and his right arm is fully skeletal. Yet, it is his eyes that draw your attention. They are distressingly black, with red pinpricks of glowing light in the center.

When he speaks, his voice echoes hollowly "Well met necromancer. I sense you have returned from the dead, yet not in the manner we usually prefer."


Anevia nods at Lian's musings "Yes, the Inner Sea Alliance does mount occasional forays up into the Worldwound, but they are mostly focused on holding the lines at the borders between what the demons hold, and what we still control."

She smiles at the barmaid "You do seem to get around, don't you? You must have a job at almost every tavern, inn, tea shop, and bar in this part of Absalom, huh?" Without waiting for a reply she continues. "Yes, there is an embassy of the Inner Sea Alliance here in Absalom, but it's one part refugee center, one part fortress, one part government building. It could take you *days* to see anybody useful, and that's assuming you can even get in past the refugees camping outside."


Woman Kitsune Sorceress 10 Int +8 AC 12 Fort +5 Ref +6 Will +12 Low-Light Vision Scent 30 ft Hit Points 60/60 Effort 2/2

Lian glances at her companion, "Have any ideas on that, or think any of our other companions might?"


at the Blessed Cup

You must be thinking of my cousin. She winks, which comes across as a snarl as her lip curls up over a fang.


at the Blessed Cup

The old guy laughs, he speaks truth. If you go in the front door. He lifts the mug and drains half in one go. He looks at Karen. I've seen many that have been offered a second chance. Priests do it for anyone with the coin.


HP: 17 | AC: 17 | Fort (E): +6; Ref (T): +3; Will (E): +8 Spell DC (T): 16 | Perception (T): +6 | Senses: Darkvision, Low-Light Vision

"This is different, however, as almost always there is a physical body present, and there is also spellcasting going on. I assume that no one dragged our corpses in here and raised us?"

Karen pauses and then adds "That specifically is what I mean. When you add the time differential, something odd is going on. I just don't know what yet."


Male Human (Tian-Min) Fighter 8

Sorry for the delay, my Internet's been in and out all week so I haven't been able to post.

Matsuoka rubs his jaw and shrugs at Lian's question. "I am still learning about this land and what's happening here. But if we must fight demons, an army would be good to have behind us. And I am familiar with needing to gain audience with lords. Perhaps we should pay this embassy a visit?"

Dark Archive

"Sorry for my delay as well. I just started a new job monday so I have been very busy."
Loc will whirl around, his eyes going wide as his hand get ready to jam into his spell component pouch. "Well hello. It's a pleasure to meet you as well. I admire the arm. Always found the fleshy bits on them more trouble then they are worth. I had always planned to cheat death but I always assumed it would have been from my power, now from any sort of greater power. I am not here to complain. Now tell me, how in Abaddon did you just appear like that."


Woman Kitsune Sorceress 10 Int +8 AC 12 Fort +5 Ref +6 Will +12 Low-Light Vision Scent 30 ft Hit Points 60/60 Effort 2/2

"Just us, or should we get more of the others?" Lian tosses the ball back to Matsuoka.


Tea Room

The retired captain looks slightly annoyed. "I was unaware you were willing to potentially waste days just sitting around, waiting. Perhaps you are not the ones to find out what happened to my beloved after all."


Woman Kitsune Sorceress 10 Int +8 AC 12 Fort +5 Ref +6 Will +12 Low-Light Vision Scent 30 ft Hit Points 60/60 Effort 2/2

"I assure you, whatever our actions, we will be ready to move quite fast. Would you like to set a date?"


Male Human (Tian-Min) Fighter 8

"Having the others would be wise," Matsuoka replies to Lian, almost cut off by the captain. He turns to the woman and shakes his head. "Waste days? No. Either we secure allies, in which case the days are not wasted, or we leave sooner without them. I would not like to ignore a possibility of further aid in this, but if there is none to be found we will sail alone."

The samurai folds his arms and nods at Lian. "As she says. If you wish to choose when we leave, we will honor that agreement. Three days at most?"


Abandon house

The undead gestures all around them "The very shadows themselves provide me the means to come and go as I please. Now that you are back among the living, what do you plan to do with this second chance?"

Loc, can I get a DC 33 Religion check, please?


Tea room

Anevia sighs "The average wait time is three to five days, with it possibly taking as little as a day, and as many as a fortnight, if not longer. However, due to the multitude of global crisis going on right now, you are given one hour with which to appear and state your case. Should you fail, you are asked to come back next month, or even two months hence, depending on how busy the embassy is. Thus, many seeking audience camp out within or even among the refugees. All of the nearby inns have been converted to other purposes or are completely full of those who fled their homes."


Woman Kitsune Sorceress 10 Int +8 AC 12 Fort +5 Ref +6 Will +12 Low-Light Vision Scent 30 ft Hit Points 60/60 Effort 2/2

"Handling that is on our side. If the ship leaves in three days, we shall make things happen in three days or less. You've only met two of us, but I believe our other talented friends may also be of help gathering aid in that time," Lian states her case with confidence. She hope it doesn't come across as bravado, and she is banking a lot on her group whom she barely knows.

But in a situation calcified and hard to move, what else is there to do but take chances?

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (5) + 23 = 28


GM HINT: Embassy isn't a valid option. Remember you're in the biggest city in the world, trying to get into the main embassy of the largest alliance fighting against the demons of the Worldwound, on top of all the other crisis going on.

Also, not trying to be a jerk and push you away from a course of action. I'm drawing on what I know of embassies/royal courts from the books I've read. On a good day, 'normal' folk might been seen in a couple of days. This is as far away from a good day as possible.


Male Human (Tian-Min) Fighter 8

Fair, although I'd say that we're about as far away from 'normal folk' as possible ;) If you'd rather not have us staging an Aragorn pushing open the doors type scene, demanding an audience, though, I get it. In character, Matsuoka would still want to try, but if he was turned away with knowledge it would be a week or more before getting seen, he'd shrug and be on his way.

The samurai shrugs. "We should still try. Either we see the officials, or we do not. If they turn us away, I would leave sooner, even tomorrow. If they would see us, why waste the chance for help?"

Dark Archive

knowledge religion: 1d20 + 26 ⇒ (7) + 26 = 33
"Well ain't that a useful trick. It's obvious what I intend. It's what both of those who wished to snatch my soul up in the boneyard do best. I will feed my impulses. Like the daemons who consume souls to fill their void or the great glutton herself I will pursue my desires. Those desires are pointed towards the tyrant currently. He may be the most powerful necromancer on the planet but that will not keep me from my goal. I will overthrow that power blind lunatic. He see's undeath as a goal, not a means. He is trapped by his philosophy. A dead world is a boring world, and that I can not allow. I will explore all that undeath has to offer to both myself and the world. For that, I need as many people alive as possible to follow in my path. Now you obviously know who I am. I think it's time you introduce yourself."

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