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Osna snorts: "You mean help you with what? Our captain is dead. You tricked us into having to fight his offspring by doing a botched job. And all of that because you wanted to "do better" and outsmart the rest of your family. Because you lost money when the Steams went down!"
He spits on the ground: "Grow a spine! Your kind have been sucking the blood of the city for generations. I've seen starving kids on the street when your kind just pass by. And you want me to feel pity for a spoiled brat like you? This is all your doing and you'll have to live or die by it. But I'm not going to lift a finger for you."
Male Human Cleric (Mystic) 4 | 19/31 HP | AC 5 now 9 (blinded)| THAC0 18 | Saving Throws Paralyzation, Poison, or Death Magic 9 Rod, Staff, or Wand 13 Petrification or Polymorph 12 Breath Weapon 15 Spell 14
"Agreed, let's block that secret door, look at what we found and go after that Muli fellow. Still I will say a few words for Mistress Ayyam and we will put her to rest here before leaving."
If agreed, Issam will perform the last rites for the deceased merchant.
Male Human Cleric (Mystic) 4 | 19/31 HP | AC 5 now 9 (blinded)| THAC0 18 | Saving Throws Paralyzation, Poison, or Death Magic 9 Rod, Staff, or Wand 13 Petrification or Polymorph 12 Breath Weapon 15 Spell 14
Issam takes out his holy symbol and chants a song of praise to Balla before laying his hands on Zairiah's wounds.
Casts Cure light wounds for 1d8 ⇒ 6 HP
He then looks at the symbol. "This is symbol of Kor. I think it is worshipped by all kind of people but undead, I never heard of that. First we had that priest of Zann, god of knowledge then that directed us here. Then that ghast who is or was worshiping Kor. Plus this treacherous lawyer... Zairiah, I'm afraid you had been caught in something much bigger than it seems."
He looks a Nura. "So we know where they came from. I agree we should follow this evil to its core and cleanse it."
"I think we should stay here tonight. We will have the the Swords as back-up and be ready first thing in the morning to see what you can get from this body, Phon."
"But if whoever did that were able to infiltrate us, that could do it again. As Wamblee proposed, we should take watches as well. I do not mind getting up early, so I'll take the last one if that's fine with you."
Osna gestures to one of the tent in the center of the camp. "Besides, Phon and I have quarters here. You're welcome to use our tent. I'm sure we can set up extra bedding for the night."
"As for tomorrow, I'm planning to study a spell that will help me find specific items. If we leave the vial we found here in the camp, I may be able to find the location of some of the other similar vials that were produced. Maybe casting the spell close to where the envoys from Forge are will help us detect if there are people close by willing to use those vials to sabotage the negotiations."
Osna takes his time to reply: "I'm with Fillipo on that one. We're not sure if that was the Captain killed and reanimated or turned or if that was a construct made to look like her."
bluff:1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32 This time Phon can't read Osna ;)
Then he continues and asks the acting Captain: "Maybe it's a stupid question, but have you tried to have someone scry on the Captain? I mean, we should have some hair or something of her in her tent."
"I can't do it but maybe someone else can?", he looks around, including his companions in the question.
I'm supposing Osna knows about scrying spells. He knows divination spells like locate object and will be able to cast scrying when he has access to 4th level spells.
"Now I can easily understand why. You would not have lasted long there, if what I've hear about the University is true. Well, it's not like we're going to know now.", he adds, sobering at the thought of the fall of Light.
"I did not think there were so many of us out there. I mean not schooled in university. That's a blessing because there's going to be more of us to remove the threat we're facing. And that those who turned will not know as much about us and what we can do." He gets his pensive thought, starring in the distance as he tries to project himself into the future.
"You know, I am thinking there are a few spells we could use to get more clues about those vials tomorrow. I think I'll be able to locate any of those vials if I'm close enough to them. That won't last long but I think it's worth it.", he adds as he grabs a bowl, fill it with soup and starts shoveling food into his mouth.
"Come on, grab something. Eat while there's something left and it's hot enough."
This is Issam, Llaelian's cleric character. I went with the proposed link to Fadilah's familly, being a second cousin of her father. I believe my character is ready.
I've done a lot of reading and I was thinking of playing a human nomad minstrel going from city to encampment collecting stories and songs.
He would still be a mystic with loose ties to Bala of the Tidings.
His family long ago escaped the City of Mahhaba and joined the House of Hanif where they have maintained their faith in Bala.
Unhappy with the troubles brewing in the tribe between the two sons of the
Sheikh, he has left the tribe and made his way to the north, on the guise of furthering his knowledge. But he is looking for a place where his remaining family (he has two daughters and a son and some grand-children) could settle and be safe.
The character would be middle age (about 55).
Would the sketch of background work with the story you have in mind? I can make any changes necessary.
Just before entering the camp, Osna pulls a small pearl from one of his pocket and rolls it between his fingers before casting a quick spell.
Osna uses a pearl of power to re-memorize mage armor and cast it again, a more than 7 hours have passed since he cast it last
As the group passes by the sentries, Osna catches the look from Phon and returns it with a nod.
He clicks his tongue and launches in Sylph at the sentries with a friendly word: "Okay guys, I don't care if Lieutenant Phon and myself come with all the gods escorting us, or stark naked and drunk, you're supposed to ask for a password, not wave at us."
He waves a hand, mutters a few words and a small electric bolt strikes each of the Sylphs left ear. "You should be happy it's just me and not Fillipo right now. And you can pass the word around. Today is not the day to relax."
Using Jolt but as both Sylphs have DR electricity 5, it will not do anything to them, unless they are not Sylphs :)
Then he listens to the message from Fillipo and joins the rest of the group around the cauldron where he proceeds to fill bowls for everyone.
"Go ahead Phon, I'm all ears, your wisdom would be appreciated on what we are facing."
Hi, I will need a little more reading on Arabian nights and my AD&D2 are seriously rusted (my last 2e game was in 96 I think....) but I would be interested to play a Mystic Cleric.
And because I like singing and find oriental music fascinating, my first thoughts are to go for a character that recieve spells through singing.
I will do some more reading in the next days if that's fine and flesh out a proposal.
When the kid sylph cones back with his request, Osna stifles a laugh: "You know, you remind me of myself when I was your age."
He jumps down from his perch and squats by the boy with two silvers in one hand and three in the second one: "That will get you two silvers. But you can get three more if you describe everything you saw and heard and give me the reply you got."
Waiting for the return of the messenger, Osna take a perch on a stair leading to the side entrance of a room.
"Okay, now that we are in place, how do you want to approach this one discussion? I think I should give you a little more so you have all the information needed."
He rolls his shoulders to relieve some tension and goes on. "You see, when I first learnt my magic, I used it to gain access to place where I was not supposed to be and find enough to feed my family and some of my friends. But I got cocky and got caught in the Mansions by the watch with my hand full of borrowed jewelry."
He shrugs. "Should have spent a long time in prison for that. But someone higher up was looking for someone with my skills and made me an offer I couldn't reject. That's why I ended up working for Inquisitor v'Ardente. She had me track magic users and artifacts tainted by the Dark. I worked for her a number of years before all that moonstuff threw everything down. Not that I like the idea of the Inquisition per say. But the Dark is way worse and the jobs I had to do were for the good of all. "
After a moment he goes on: "So about this meeting with Inquisitor v'Ardente. There's three angles we can approach it from. First, we got attacked by some strange creature and she may have a clue about how they are made. Second, she may know about the kind of alchemy that was used to make the mind controlling potion. And third, she may know a thing or two about the v'Apore new business. But there's the risk she's working with them. So do you think we should raise those three points or only some of them or others?"
"All right, let's go. Se lived in the east side of the courtyards, in the Temple District."
Setting a brisk pace, he leads his companions through less busy streets towards the Steam Bridge. A few yards before reaching the foot of the bridge, he halts and he pulls his notebook and tears a page from it.
"The date of my capture and interrogation should ring a bell. Let's start with that."
With a charcoal pen, he writes a few small sentences, using the same code he used with v'Ardentelong ago. The mix of High Ifrit and Maker script with code words on top starts by a date reads:
Coded Note:
"Etherday, The 3rd of Mistrites 1250 VS. New magic has appeared. Former colleagues of yours implicated. Request a meeting. Your hour and place but very soon. Coming with +4. C.L."
Folding the note, he looks around for one of the kid Sylph that often come to play here. Whistling softly to catch the attention of the youngling, he beckons her. "There's a sliver for you if you deliver this note to the v'Ardente estate, east of the Courtyards. Give it to Miss Leandra v'Ardente and wait for her reply. I'll be waiting for you at the southern Confessional Arch."
"Oooh. Is that why Gimlet and half-Blind couldn't remember anything? And maybe she was planning to use it on all of us during the meeting."
Osna comes to the realization of the possible wide use of this substance.
"And they have hundreds of vials of it? What are they planning to do with it? Overturn once again the City Council and put the Inquisition back in charge ?"
"And I'm still confused about something. Was that the Captain at the tavern who got somehow turned or something that replaced her and she is still alive somewhere?"
He realizes too late that they are still in the Enchanter shop and shuts up. "If we are done here, maybe we should move out elsewhere to discuss and plan."
"Maybe it's better you keep it. We need to figure out what's inside at some point."
He smiles to Samen and Iniga. "I'm happy to we are on the same line for getting to the end of that situation. If you don't mind, I propose we let our mercenaries deal with the authorities and ward our second in command. In the mean time, as we've agreed, we can go and see this shop. I suggest we do a quick reconnaissance around the shop and ask a few shopkeeper around if they've seen someone looking like the Captain going into the "Old Owl Eyes".
Wind pick up around Osna and his hair crackles with static electricity.
"What is this ashing genie of a creature? This is not the Captain !"
He takes a deep breath and he turns his open palms towards Iniga, Samen and Wamblee. "I'm as puzzled as you by the apparition of this creature. I don't know how I did not figure out there was an impersonator. It means our meeting has been compromised and the Captain may have been taken or worse. Let's figure out everything we can form this body and the situation."
"First things first. All Happy Swords, stand down. This is not the Captain which means we got infiltrated." He picks up his notebook from the table and opens it at a new page. "And she may be in danger or already dead. So think hard and report. Gimlet and Half-Blind, where did you meet this Captain look alike to get here? Where you there when it killed Grico? And did it tell you anything on its way here ?"
16625-2001 | CG Female Half-elf Scout Rogue 2 | HP 26 | AC 19, Nimble dodge +2 | F +5 R +10 W +8 | Perc +8, darkvison, low-light vision, stealth +7 | 25 Speed | Hero points 1/3 | Active Conditions:
Elanna smiles "Thank you for your wishes, I just need to gather resources, knowledge and enough friends to launch an expedition deep in the Darklands... That will take years, but with the resources of the Society, I will get there one day. Patience is not my forte, but that's something else I need to learn."
She shrugs "In the mean time, I hope your next ventures will be as successful as this one. Maybe our Captains will send us on a mission together in the future. I'll be happy to do that anytime."
16625-2001 | CG Female Half-elf Scout Rogue 2 | HP 26 | AC 19, Nimble dodge +2 | F +5 R +10 W +8 | Perc +8, darkvison, low-light vision, stealth +7 | 25 Speed | Hero points 1/3 | Active Conditions:
Elanna thanks the Lieutenant: "We got lucky and managed to get the jump on them. I'll be happy to come back and help you clear up some more part of the Underdark if you need, just send word."
She hesitate an instant and pleads: "And I have a more personal favor to ask of you. If you ever here about the whereabouts of an elven tribe called the Seven Eyes in the Darklands, could you send a note to the Society to tell me. And don't worry, they're not Drows, just elves looking more or less like me."
Taking her leave from the lieutenant, she takes the time to help Anjo heal himself should he requires help.
On the way back, she also approaches Makai. "So, did you have a chance to look at the journal of Ghelib? I'd like to take a copy of the maps he made, do you think the Society will object?"
She thinks some more and adds: "And sorry for jumping into the fight so quickly. I was worried they were going to turn Anjo into a pincushion or burn him to death with their acid bombs. So thanks for going in as well and taking next hit. I'll repay you in kind next time we are on the field together."
The “Happy Swords” camp was located outside the city, but Osna had used his old hideout in the city to spend the night. He had invited Phon to accompany him so they could be in the city without having to wait for the city doors to open in the morning.
”I’ll want to scout out our meeting place first. Not that I distrust Iniga. But with all the upheaval and the… well, you know…”, he said looking up to the Moon in the sky. ”I’ll wake up early and wait for you in the Inn. I’ll message you before you enter the Inn if there’s any issue. No point in risking both of us needlessly.”
@Phon, I’ve written the intro so that you could have accepted the offer of Osna or not.
At two in the morning, Osna had woken up from the makeshift bed and sat cross-legged on the floor of the small space between the top floor and the roof of the building. There, he had and spent an hour reading and choosing his spells for the day, absentmindedly chewing on a piece of hardtack, topped with dried nuts.
Satisfied with his preparations, he oiled his weapons, stretched one joint after another, and packed his bag. With a last glance at the room, he slid through the narrow opening onto the roof of the building. Glancing up the Moon in the sky, Osna shivered but set his shoulders straight, passed his hand on the transparent sleeves he wore on his arms, instantly turning his clothes’ color to a gray and black pattern and proceeded across the roofs towards the “Duke’s Inn”.
He stayed there, lying flat on the rooftop opposite the Inn’s entrance, looking at any suspicious coming and going, the events of the past months at the front of his mind.
”I wonder what’s going on with the City Council. I’m fine with the removal of most of the inquisitors but I started to like v’Ardente. I sure hope she didn’t leave anything that would lead them to me and that they do not extend the purge too far. But I fear more for the people down there. It’s always the poorer who have most too loose when power changes hands.”
His gaze settled on a puddle, with the reflect of the Moon wavering under a soft breeze. He shuddered once more. ”And what could I do about that, now. A new God? A servant of the Sky turned rogue? Or something completely new. If it has some power over us Sylphs, I definitely want to learn how to protect us from that. No way I’m turning raving mad as it happened to those in Light.”
The growling of his stomach and the sound of the streets informed him it was close to the 7th candle.
Satisfied that no obvious trap has been set, he crawled to the side of the building, uttered a few arcane words, summoning the force shield that protected him and deftly climbed down. In the narrow street between buildings, he turned his clothes back to those of an ordinary worker and joined the flow of early workers.
Waiting for someone to open the door of the Inn, he entered on her heels and made a beeline for a table with a good view on door and on the stairs coming down. Raising his hands, he called for a waitress and ordered a light breakfast and a large cup of tea and settled to wait for his fellow mercenary, feigning indolence but ready to move at the first sign of trouble.
16625-2001 | CG Female Half-elf Scout Rogue 2 | HP 26 | AC 19, Nimble dodge +2 | F +5 R +10 W +8 | Perc +8, darkvison, low-light vision, stealth +7 | 25 Speed | Hero points 1/3 | Active Conditions:
Elanna studies the writing with attention, her ears giving an involuntary twitch from time to time. "I’ve already seen these words somewhere…", she frowns. "Now if I could just remember where it was."
She stokes her nose a few times and then snaps her fingers : "Yes, that’s it. These are quotes from the « Successful Methods for the Enslavement of Lesser Races ». That’s a Duergar book, I think. I read part of in during my training. Not a book I recommend for the faint of heart. Actually, I do not recommend it at all."
She let her fingers trace lightly the inscription: "You see, they’ve put quotes both in Dwarven and Undercommon. But in the Dwarven ones, there are a few words in Undercommon and vice-versa."
She points to some words and starts muttering. "And if you read only those words…"
She moves to a small crevice to the right of the door and puts her hand in, while reaching for another one just above the ground.
"There we go!" she pushes on the two carefully hidden switches and a soft click is heard.
Dusting her hand, she pushes on the grate. A few motes of dust cascade down as it pivots on its side with barely a noise. "Duergars, despicable as they are, are still crafty people. A good thing a lot of them believe other people are so dumb."
She motions to her fellow Pathfinders: "Let’s go. If we are stealthy, we can surprise them. I bet they don’t think anyone can get their little riddle."
The tunnel beyond the grate is pitch black with an alternation of moldy patches and dry rock, giving a smell of damp and rusted metal to the air.
16625-2001 | CG Female Half-elf Scout Rogue 2 | HP 26 | AC 19, Nimble dodge +2 | F +5 R +10 W +8 | Perc +8, darkvison, low-light vision, stealth +7 | 25 Speed | Hero points 1/3 | Active Conditions:
Elanna drops her pack and inspects the ice.
"Well, I'm not sure using cleats on such a thin layer is a good idea. But I could still try it if I walk very carefully. Can you hand me the caltrops, please Orla?"
Taking out the makeshift wooden soles, she hammers 6 spikes onto each of them for better balance then ties them under her boots.
"Okay, let's see if it works. Wish me luck"
She checks if she still has her thieves' tools, grabs a torch from her pack, lights it at one of the fires and carefully steps on the ice.
If she reaches the ribbon, she will slowly try to melt the ice around it with the torch, trying not to set fire to it. Once nearly free, she'll blow the torch out and pick the ribbon with her tools to insure not to break it.
crafting to prepare her cleats:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21 acrobatics to walk across the ice:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19 thievery to free the ribbon:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Hi,
I would like Elanna Elthiel (Half-elf rogue 1) to be considered for this game.
I am experienced in PBP but this would be my first PFS scenario.
I have only played a few sessions with 2ed.
