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Mattie sees the altercation between Aldern and the bald- headed man. Suddenly a little curious. She hitches her pony and slips into the inn on the bald man's tail.


Mattie

Spoiler:
Following him into the inn, Mattie sees the man walking toward a table in the far corner. He places the drink that he has bought onto the table in front of him and leans back against the wall behind his chair, cautiously surveying the crowded room. He doesnt seem to carry the air of a local peasent; more that of a seasoned veteran who is confident in his abilities.


Male Shoanti Human Barbarian 2

Arriving back at the inn, Galstok leads the horse with the load around to the back by the kitchens. Entering the kitchen he looks for someone to turn over the beast to before taking the horse back to the stable to brush down.


Galstok

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You almost fall over the halfling barmaid, Bethana, as she opens the door of the kitchen. She is shocked to see you and even more so when she sees the Boar. "Oh my, Mistress Ameiko is going to be pleasently suprised when she sees the size of this fellow!"


Male Shoanti Human Barbarian 2

A J s Dad:
"Forgive me, I almost didn't see you." Gesturing towards the travois, "He's a big one alright." With a frown he continues, "Favored by the Spirits, I think. Can you put all of him to use? I think they would be even more upset if we let any bit of him go to waste after killing him. If not I need to find someone who can?"


Galstok

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"Indeed we can, good sir. Glad to see your trip was successful anyway. Should be a large crowd in tonight, or so I hear. Seems we may have a guest...one of them Pathfinder types or so i'm told...Anyway, leave yon beast with me and a'll see that it's taken care of. I suppose that Ameiko will sort out any payments due."


Male Human Bard 1

As Kendrick enters the Dragon he looks around and smiles at Amieko saying, "Lady Ameiko do we have a surprise for you."
He then mage hands a tankard of ale to his hand. As he takes a swig and looks around the taproom again his gaze stops on a group of younger men sitting and talking at one of the tables. Just what I'm looking for he thinks to himself. He then makes his way over to the table and pulls out a deck of cards, "Gentlemen, have you ever played Three Dragon Ante?", he asks with a smile.


The tap room has a real buzz tonight. The young farmhands sat at the table now joined by Kendrick seem eager to partake in a game of cards and nudge each other, egging there friends on to try and compete with the out of towner.

Before long, the succulent aroma of roast bore is wafting through the inn and drink is flowing freely.

As you all partaking in a few mugs of the Rusty Dragosn finest, your eyes linger on the bald headed and weather worn man casualy sat at a table near a window. He sups slowly, staring around the inn before he finaly rests his gaze on the lights of the street outside.

Several murmurs travel round the Dragon, proclaiming, "That's a damn Pathfinder, I tell you" (and) "I never thought I'd see one of their sort here!"

The man seems aware of the murmmurs and for a second you are sure you see a hint of a smile cross his face

Then a shout goes up from Ameiko at her regular position at the end of the bar. As she hitches herself up to sit on the stained wooden surface she gestures to the stranger.

"Long time abscent Jylan. As I recall, you weren't bald and didn't wear that scar when last we met..."

The stranger nods at her and raises his drink.

"Greetings Miss Kaijitsu. Yes it has been too long since last we partook in one anothers company. As for my hair; well I thought I would take a leaf from your book and go for a change every now and then"

Ameiko breaks into raucous laughter and gestures for everyone to gather around the newcomer.

"Everyone; this is a one time companion of mine, Jylan Chantequi. Correct me if i am wrong but by the wayfinder at your belt am I to assume that you have joined the illustrious Society of the Pathfinders?"

The man known as Jylan puts his feet up, whilst quickly covering the compass at his waist with his cloak.

"You are wise beyond your years, young one. Perhaps you do have the third eye as the wise woman from Bloodsworn Vale predicted."

Ameiko's face darkens for a second but then she regains her composure and laughs as she kicks his feet off the table.

"Dont give me that mystic crap. Just tell us some stories of your travels and the rest of the nights drinks are free for you!"

Smiling broadly, Jylan places his hands on the table, looks deep into Ameiko's eyes and nods.

"Throw in a warm bed for the night and I might be able to remember a few tales..."

Ameiko smiles and winks at you all."I may even throw in some roast pig if the stories are worth it..."

The Pathfinder known as Jylan stands and brushes dust from his cloak before sitting himself down on the bar next to Ameiko. He coughs dramatically

"I will start with what I first set eyes on when I travelled to this land from far off Osirion. At first I thought that the very Gods were playing tricks on me, but as I came to know this land so I came to appreciate the wonders that I would encounter. Leaning precariously at the end of a rocky spit, the Lady’s Light is a southern sailor’s first glimpse of Varisia. Nearly two hundred feet high, the enormous stone lighthouse is shaped like a sensuous woman in a flowing dress that leaves one breast bare, her right hand pointing a staff that shines a brilliant beam of light out to sea at regular intervals. At the statue’s base, I spied a gigantic, strangely hinged stone door that presumably leads into the lighthouse’s interior. Whether any have ventured inside was not for me to know but I would wager good coins that none have unlocked it in modern times."

Jylan finishes his drink with a far off look to his eyes. He waits until a refill is brought to the table by a young serving girl before continuing. All those gathered round lean forward eagerly...

"We made land fall in Varisia’s most northernmost port, the infamous city of Riddleport. I was amazed by a wonderous site as we sailed into the harbour, but more on that in a minute or two. To those not in the know, Riddleport is a renowned haven for scoundrels, outcasts, and worse. God's know how many cutthroats fill its harbor and dockside brothels. I was aware of my vulnerability and so made enquiries as to the local watch. I was swiftly made aware that Riddleport’s officers of the law are just another gang of thieves (and hardly the most powerful ones at that). Yet even in such a den of inequity and vice, scholars and historians abound, attempting to decipher the runes of the great arch known as the Cyphergate, which
spans the mouth of the harbor and looms over each vessel that passes into the city. Although any progress on the inscription has been kept quiet, I did find out from one of my contacts that recent excavations hint that the massive arch might actually be just one segment of a ring that extends into the very cliffs themselves that surround the port."

Jylan stands and leans against the window, briefly looking out into the night, as if searching for someone before turning back to the growing crowd.

"I left Riddleports seedy streets behind and headed South following the coast road. There I found Roderics Cove. Besieged by the goblins and bandits of Churlwood on one side and pirates on the other, this port-town submitted to Riddleport 10 years ago. To everyone’s surprise, mine included when I learnt of this, the pirates spared the community, employing it as a shipping and trading port for merchants without the stomach to enter Riddleport; (something I wish I had learnt earlier). Captain Jess Gildersleeve serves as the port-governor,guaranteeing that the gangs of Riddleport get their cut of the local trade while assuring her own sizable take. There has been a rash of mysteriously scuttled ships in there harbour of late and, acording to local tavern talk, many citizens who remember life before the pirates’ rule have chalked the sabotage up to the ghost of Sir
Roderic, the town’s founder and a notorious privateer, while those in power blame rebellion and insurgents. With tensions rising, many believe it’s only a matter of time before the battle lines are drawn and Roderic’s Cove erupts in flames of revolution...A shame realy because it has the makings of quite a nice little retirement home."

Ameiko claps her hands and ushers him to continue saying,

" A lot of us have visited or heard of these places my old friend. Tell us of something wonderous and exotic!"

Jylan smiles and replies,

"Well I could always tell that story about the time you and I found ourselves trapped in the bed chamber of the Lord Mayor of Magnimar..."

"NO! Just get on with your tale!"

Jylan smiles at the red faced tavern owner as she goes back behind the bar.

At this point, the young Master Foxglove descends the stairs and stops, leaning on a banister to listen.

"Very well. Unfortunately the hour grows late now and I have a long journey ahead of me . I depart in the morning for Magnimar, in the company of a young noble Lord who has generously asked me to acompany him to his home city." (Jylan nods to Aldern who is now sat on a stair step.)
"You have my thanks Aldern. But before I retire for the night let me tell you of two places I intend to visit on my travels. The first is a lake filling the entire valley between the Iron Peaks and the Wyvern Mountains. Known as the Storval Deep this massive lake is held back by an ancient dam, called Skull’s Crossing, at its southern tip. What’s more, the banks of the lake themselves are said to seem curiously worked, as if carved from the surrounding stone by something more than water. Although rumors abound of sunken cities, flooded mineshafts, and relics so powerful the ancients created the lake just to hide them, few have ever ventured into the dark water’s unfathomed depths. Perhaps I may be one of the first."

"Now before I leave you all, I will regail you with one final tale that after hearing it may well prevent you from having as restful sleep as you normally find. For this I make no apologies.

What know any of you of the Mobhad Leigh? I can tell by the blank expressions that it means little. Well it is a Shoanti name meaning “steps into hell,” the Mobhad Leigh has captivated imaginations for ages, mine included. It is a perfectly round pit in an otherwise nondescript field at the foot of the Kodar Mountains. The Leigh has so far never been conclusively proved to have a bottom. Steps spiraling along the pit’s sheer walls extend down for several hundred feet before collapsing, and those who have ventured farther have never returned to say whether or not they begin again lower down. I am told that The local Shoanti generally avoid the Leigh,
particularly after several of their magic-users dropped dead while attempting to scout the pit with scrying magic. Yet on certain nights of the year, flickering orange lights can be seen dancing deep within its depths. Depths which I intend to plumb!"

Jylan rises wearily from his seat.

"Thankyou for your hospitality Ameiko. I will go upstairs now. The usual room?"

The crowd in the Rusty Dragon are left to their own devices as the Pathfinder ascends the stairs. Ameiko looks to the door of the inn wistfully, as several local farmers head home, perhaps a little world wiser than they were a few hours ago.

She turns to you all and with an almost sad look says, "Well, anyone for boar?"


Male Human Bard 1

A few moments after Jylan goes upstairs, Kendrick announces to the table that he's done for the evening. Amid the groans, he smiles and says, "don't worry you'll have your chance to win back some of your coin tomorrow evening."

Spoiler:
Curious as to how much I won, don't forget the cards are marked ;)

He then gets up and asks Ameiko, "so your friend is a Pathfinder eh? I was wondering if I might have a few words with him. Could you please tell me what room he's in my dear?"


Kendrick Loreseeker wrote:

A few moments after Jylan goes upstairs, Kendrick announces to the table that he's done for the evening. Amid the groans, he smiles and says, "don't worry you'll have your chance to win back some of your coin tomorrow evening."

** spoiler omitted **
He then gets up and asks Ameiko, "so your friend is a Pathfinder eh? I was wondering if I might have a few words with him. Could you please tell me what room he's in my dear?"

Ameiko nods her head. "Indeed he is, although I think he is a recent aquisition of that organisation. When last I saw him he was but a humble would-be sea captain come adventurer come pirate! Anyway, he's staying in number 5. Top of the stairs and first room on the right."

Kendrick

Spoiler:
You swindled a total of 1gp, 15sp and 12cp from the poor unfortunate locals.


Ensu listens to the Pathfinder absolutely enraptured; he had heard of the group, of course, but it had never occurred to him that they could have more knowledge than the church of Nethys. He takes his portion of the boar quietly, and spends the remainder of the evening before the time to go view the telescope in quiet contemplation of how Nethys would react if he were to go to Absalom and offer his services to the Pathfinders.

On the one hand, he would no longer be able to aid the official church; on the other hand, surely Nethys cold not help but be thrilled at the convergence of the knowledge of the Pathfinders with the knowledge of his own clergy. He finally decided he would have to start praying for guidance on the matter.

Turning to Ameiko after finishing the boar, "Excellent food as always. For such a small town, you certainly have a fair bit going on. How is it that this town has managed to stay as small as it is? I see nothing but new opportunity around every corner here."


Male Human Bard 1

"Thank you my dear", says Kendrick with a slight bow. He then heads upstairs and knocks on the door of room 5. "Master Jylan, my name is Kendrick, might I have a couple words with you regarding your affiliation?"


Male Shoanti Human Barbarian 2

A J s Dad:
Galstok will unload the travois and bring it into the kitchen setting it where Bethana directs. After finishing, "Is there anything else you need?

If nothing else, Galstok will leave and return the horse to the stable and brush it down. Afterwards he heads to the common room.

Galstok enters the room towards then end of Jylan's tale.

How much does Galstok know about the Mobhad Leigh?

Assuming most of the rest of the group are seated together he will join them to enjoy the food and drink.

After Jylan heads upstairs, "What is this pathfinder group they kept talking about? Is it just a group of scouts or such?"


male gnome cloistered cleric 3 [ HP: 19/23 | AC: 14 T: 11 FF: 14 | F: +5 R: +1 W: +6 | Init: +1 Perc: +2 | Effects: ]

"They are a brave group of lore seekers who border on the foolish in some of their attempts to recover the knowledge of the past." Ensu answers Galstok's question with a hint of reverence in his voice.


Male Human (Taldan) Wizard 1

Ezren sits quietly throughout dinner at the Dragon. He listens to the Pathfinder, marking details as the man speaks. He let's the younger crowd celebrate, clap, and carry on... content to simply enjoy his meal and his mead.

After dinner, however, he does move over to Ameiko, "It seems my original observation of you was correct Lady Ameiko... there is very much more to you than being a simple tavern owner. It seems, if this friend of yours is to be believe, very much more indeed. Now those are tales that I believe I would be interested in hearing some time."

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Kn (Local): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
How much does Ezren know of the Pathfinders?


sunshadow21 wrote:

Ensu listens to the Pathfinder absolutely enraptured; he had heard of the group, of course, but it had never occurred to him that they could have more knowledge than the church of Nethys. He takes his portion of the boar quietly, and spends the remainder of the evening before the time to go view the telescope in quiet contemplation of how Nethys would react if he were to go to Absalom and offer his services to the Pathfinders.

On the one hand, he would no longer be able to aid the official church; on the other hand, surely Nethys cold not help but be thrilled at the convergence of the knowledge of the Pathfinders with the knowledge of his own clergy. He finally decided he would have to start praying for guidance on the matter.

Turning to Ameiko after finishing the boar, "Excellent food as always. For such a small town, you certainly have a fair bit going on. How is it that this town has managed to stay as small as it is? I see nothing but new opportunity around every corner here."

Ameiko leans forward and putting a finger under Ensu's chin quietly whispers with a wink, "We stay so small and unknown because we allow no-one to ever leave alive..."

She laughs playfully."Honestly though, it's probaly got something to do with the fact that we're out on a limb here and frankly, there are a lot more interesting places to be seen."


Kendrick Loreseeker wrote:
"Thank you my dear", says Kendrick with a slight bow. He then heads upstairs and knocks on the door of room 5. "Master Jylan, my name is Kendrick, might I have a couple words with you regarding your affiliation?"

You hear a tired voice from behind the door. "The door is open my friend. Please come in."


Galstok

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Bethana thanks you kindly and asks for nothing more for now. Upon hearing of the Mobhad Leigh, a shiver runs down your spine. You know that the name is a Shoanti phrase meaning “steps into hell,” You recall that this enigmatic circular pit lies at the base of the Kodar Mountains in far northern Varisia. Perfectly
round, the pit is obviously of artificial construction, which is confirmed by the spiral stairs that hug the pit’s sheer walls as they circle down into darkness. The steps themselves end after a few hundred feet, terminating at a point of obvious collapse.

Venturing further requires the use of ropes or flight. You know of no-one who has traversed it's depths but have heard tales told of it's mysteries. Surface explorers have yet to publicly report on the depth of the Mobhad Leigh as none have returned to do so, and attempts to scry its depths have universally met with failure—and sometimes death
from violent magical backlashes.


Ezren Tempest wrote:

Ezren sits quietly throughout dinner at the Dragon. He listens to the Pathfinder, marking details as the man speaks. He let's the younger crowd celebrate, clap, and carry on... content to simply enjoy his meal and his mead.

After dinner, however, he does move over to Ameiko, "It seems my original observation of you was correct Lady Ameiko... there is very much more to you than being a simple tavern owner. It seems, if this friend of yours is to be believe, very much more indeed. Now those are tales that I believe I would be interested in hearing some time."

** spoiler omitted **

Ezren

Spoiler:
You know the following about the organisation...

Even in Golarion, a world rife with adventure and marvelous beasts, the exploits of heroes still stir hearts and inspire the masses. Those who seek moral lessons from their myths follow the deeds of Aroden, last of the first humans, who emerged from the tumult that sunk
the continent of Azlant, gave culture to the people of Taldor, and reclaimed the Starstone from the depths of the Inner Sea.
Those who seek excitement prefer saga heroes like Bragi Balehammer or the indefatigable Molaho Khem, whether or not these fanciful adventurers ever really existed. But those who seek to claim the mantle of fame as their own, who seek to enrich themselves by unwinding the secret history of the world, turn to champions whose exploits can be read, verified, and followed. Such bravos tread the footsteps of the elusive Pathfinder Society.

Members of the Society are part archaeologist, part historian, and part foolhardy adrenaline addict. They chase rumors of treasure like miners prospect gold, and often come out richer in the end. Their mother lodes are the crumbling ruins of ancient civilizations and the forgotten funeral chambers of centuries-dead monarchs. Such places
often boast powerful guardians or recalcitrant squatters, so the life of a Pathfinder is fraught with danger. Few die in their beds.

The greatest of their exploits live forever in the form of the Pathfinder Chronicles, a multi-volume series of chapbooks published by the order’s inner circle in Absalom and distributed throughout the world by members of the Society. Upon the completion of particularly notable discoveries or journeys, Society members send records of their exploits to their venture-captain superiors, who in turn review them
for accuracy before forwarding the manuscripts to the city of Absalom, where the masked rulers of the Pathfinder Society and much of the order’s infrastructure is housed.

Venture-captains work directly for the Decemvirate, a cabal of 10 experienced Pathfinders that publishes the Pathfinder Chronicles and guides the organization’s activities. Because most in the Society consider themselves adamant individualists, this direction is often quite subtle, allowing individual Pathfinder agents to believe they act on their own accord while actually doing the bidding of the Ten. Members of the Society often joke about the inscrutable “will of the Ten” to justify unusual or indefensible orders from above, and few refrain from privately blaming their unknown superiors when some
gambit goes terribly wrong.

But when things go right, a Pathfinder agent has much to gain. If his exploits reach the Pathfinder Chronicles, he achieves a certain notoriety and respect in life, and a kind of immortality as well. For as long as the Society itself strives to unlock the world’s secrets, so long as the Chronicles circulate among eager adventurers, the exploits of the greatest Pathfinders will live forever.


Male Human Bard 1

Entering the room, Kendrick closes the door behind him. "Well sir, I heard your tales in the taproom and I confees to a bit of guilt pleasure in hearing them for as a younger man some of my greatest pleasure was in reading the Pathfinder Chronicles when I could get my hands on one. I have often hoped to meet with a member of the Society and perhaps record one of their tales."
Looking around, Kendrick pills up an unused piece of furniture and uses it as a seat. "But be that as it may, I'm thinking that it's a bit late for a another tale, although you may surprise me. No, what I wanted first and formost was advice. See my companions and myself have come across what we believe to be an Azlanti ruin in the tickwood." He pauses for a moment while he pulls out his journal and rubbings and hands them to Jylan.
"These are my notes and a copy of some of the runes found at the site. It would appear to be a barrow, although the large blocks outside seem to be a calander of some sort. One that ended on the day of Arodens disappearance."
"Now, I'm sure you must have investigated my ruins like this. Is there any advice you can giveme regarding this ruin? Or perhaps I can convince you to delay your journey south one day and accompany my companions and myself to the site tomorrow? I'm sure it would be worth your while"
Diplomacy 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
"Secondly, I was curious as to how one becomes a Pathfinder? Is it a matter of skill? Luck? Wealth? The right connections? A combination of all these things? I admit that membership in the Society has long, as it were, been a goal of mine. It's exciting to think what I could do with access to lore and resources such as are possessed by the Society. The discoveries I could make.", he finishes with a crooked grin and a faraway look.


Jylan takes the rubbings andsketches from you and sits back down, quietly contemplating them before nodding his head and looking up at you.
"Well Kendrick, You are quite correct. These do bear all the hallmarks of the Azlanti, although there is a certain crudeness in there form. Almost as if they are from an earlier form. Strange...I'm not aware of any known sites of theirs near here though. Lots of Thasilion all right but this could be something special. Alas I have an apointment to keep in Magnimar and so I regret that I cannot ride with you. Young Foxglove has agreed to acompany me back to Magnimar, where I'm due to report to my venture captain."
Jylan looks at you thoughtfully. "If you return to the Tickwood, be careful Kendrick. Azlant ruins are not to be trifled with lightly. These were a people out of a time long lost to us, with secrets and beliefs long forgotten, They commanded powers beyond our ken and learnt things that are best left forgotten...I'm not saying not to go. Just be cautious.

As to joining us. It is as simple as presenting oneself at the gates of the Grand Lodge of Absalom. It is what I myself did and then I was aprenticed for many years. However, carry on with your investigations, discover your secrets and then seek me out. I will be stationed in Magnimar for several weeks to come. If you show promise then I can always recommend a field commision to my venture captain, Sir Laribold Croome, the Gentleman Explorer. He is stationed as I am to be at Heidmarch Manor in the city. Our society always need fresh blood you know...it's a dangerous life."


As the night wears on, most of the local clientelle drift off back to their homes. Suddenly, the inn door bangs open and the doorway is filled with the imposing bulk of the shoanti sheriff, Hemlock. He glances around the inns interior before spotting those of you still in the downstairs room. "Ahh..there you are. Mayor Deverin's looking for you. Your all to acompany me to the town hall, if you will. We have news...Wern't there more of you than this?"


Male Human Bard 1

Kendrick thanks Jylan for his assistance, and gets up and opens the door making to leave saying "well then I hope to see you shortly in Magnimar."
He stops as he hears the commotion downstairs. Perception check to hear what is said 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21


Kendrick Loreseeker wrote:

Kendrick thanks Jylan for his assistance, and gets up and opens the door making to leave saying "well then I hope to see you shortly in Magnimar."

He stops as he hears the commotion downstairs. Perception check to hear what is said 1d20+5

Kendrick

Spoiler:
You clearly hear the booming voice of the local sheriff and all that he says.

Male Human Bard 1

Kendrick tinks to himself,I don't believe that I've done anything against the law, but I've been wrong before so I best leave it up to fate
He reaches into his pouch, produces a coin and flips it into the air 1=heads, I'll go downstairs or 2=tails, I'll go out the window
1d2 ⇒ 2
Right then he thinks as he slips back into Jylans room. "Master Jylan, I have need of your window" he says as he slips through it. "If they ask, tell 'em I went to Old Light!"
Acrobatics check to avoid fall damage 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Then he slips away and hides somewhere where he can observe the front door to the Dragon.
Stealth 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14


Kendrick Loreseeker wrote:

Kendrick tinks to himself,I don't believe that I've done anything against the law, but I've been wrong before so I best leave it up to fate

He reaches into his pouch, produces a coin and flips it into the air 1=heads, I'll go downstairs or 2=tails, I'll go out the window
1d2
Right then he thinks as he slips back into Jylans room. "Master Jylan, I have need of your window" he says as he slips through it. "If they ask, tell 'em I went to Old Light!"
Acrobatics check to avoid fall damage 1d20+7
Then he slips away and hides somewhere where he can observe the front door to the Dragon.
Stealth 1d20+7

From your hiding place you can observe that the front door to the Dragon is filled by the local sheriff,Hemlock, the man you recall seeing only yesterday at the Sandpoint festival. He is calmly leaning against the door frame, talking into the inn. From whereyou stand it seems that he is chatting and making small talk with both the guests within the inn as well as those leaving as they squeeze past him. There are no guards with him that you can see and he seems to carry no visible weapon.


Male Shoanti Human Barbarian 2

Can Galstok tell which Quah Hemlock is from?

Looking up from his platter of food, "News? What kind of news would you have for us?"


Galstok wrote:

Can Galstok tell which Quah Hemlock is from?

Looking up from his platter of food, "News? What kind of news would you have for us?"

Galstok

Spoiler:
Lyrune-Quah (The Moon Clan)

He looks at you and nods, saying "Storval ekbitel nalharest!"
Then in common replies "I think it's best that the Mayor explains. There's someone that you should all meet. Are you coming?"


Male Shoanti Human Barbarian 2

"Ferik niklit forenk skoans!" With that he stands up from the table, reaches down and grabs his possessions, and says, "I will come."

What was said in Shoanti:
Storval ekbitel nalharest--ferik niklit forenk skoans!" We walk the land as brothers--until our skulls are gathered!


Male Human (Taldan) Wizard 1

As Galstok and Ensu speak of the Pathfinder Society Ezren cannot help but chime in. "I have researched the Pathfinders quite a bit. Once I thought to seek to join their society. It is undeniable that they attain knowledge and lore, but their methods are... foolhardy, cavalier. It is not uncommon for their members to simply dissapear while off chasing some obscure tidbit. Old age is not a common means of death for a Pathfinder." He pauses a moment as he contemplates his desire to return to the ruins in the Tickwood. Pot calling the kettle old man?, the thought runs through his head and he can't help but smile a little. "However, it now seems I intend to employ the same measures with these ruins! Always I have visited library archives and researched what others have alrady discovered. I must admitt, it would be a delight to make such discoveries myself!" His excitment is evident as the group continues to discuss their planned venture back to the Azlanti ruins...

Enter the Sheriff...

Ezren listens intently as Galstok and Hemlock exchange words in their native tounge. Pulling out a small journal he makes a few quick notes intending to ask Galstok to translate for him later...

"This seems an invitation that one should not turn down." He says as he rises from the table. "Lady Amekio, if you would excuse us." With that he heads for the door, cane in hand. As he approaches the sheriff he begins to comment on the others. "Well Sheriff, you are correct. Master Harsk I have not seen since this morning before we left. Grog was a local whom I have not seen since last nights festivities. Lastly there is young Kendrick whom I believe went up stairs to speak with another guest of the Dragon a few minutes ago." With that he awaits for everyone to be ready for the walk to the meeting hall.


male gnome cloistered cleric 3 [ HP: 19/23 | AC: 14 T: 11 FF: 14 | F: +5 R: +1 W: +6 | Init: +1 Perc: +2 | Effects: ]

Ensu listens to the sheriff quietly, and when he is done, "Well, shall we go see what the mayor wants so we can still hopefully make our appointment with the telescope?"


Kendrick

Spoiler:
From your spot across the street, you see Ensu, Ezren and Galstok walking out of the Rusty Dragons doorway in the company of sheriff Hemlock. They seem to be chatting with him as they walk through the dispersing evening crowds, heading toward the town hall.


Male Human Bard 1

AJ's dad

Spoiler:
Kendrick will follow from a distance attempting to keep out of sight. Stealth 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17


Male Human (Chelaxian) Fighter Lvl 2

Gallus notes the others follow the sheriff out of the bar from the corner of the room where he has absently been drinking an ale. He takes one last pull then heads out the doors trying to catch up with the others.


Moving through the streets of Sandpoint, you all finally arrive at the town hall. (On the way here, you actualy pass by Brodert Quink, who is on his way home after a nights partaking in fine wines - his words - , and he reminds you that if you do get time, he will be up late into the night.)

The town hall is a large two storey building, and you are ushered in through the main doors by the sheriff and after passing through a large and empty meeting room, you climb a set of stairs and are shown into a comfortable office.

Sheriff Hemlock motions for you all to sit down. Sat behind a large desk you recognise Mayor Deverin. She stands and welcomes you."I want to thank you for the aid you gave to Sandpoint yesterday during the fracas that occured at the festival. Damn goblins. Anyway, before I continue, I'd like to introduce some people. (As she says this, Sheriff Hemlock leaves the room.) Mayor Deverin motions to three individuals sat to her left. The first is a neatly groomed dwarf, with well kept black hair. His piercing green eyes survey you all. [i]"This is Tok. He has an intrest in aiding in our current problems."

Sat next to the dwarf is a human male with the look of a scholar. He observes you all closely. Mayor Deverin continues; " And this is Harlynn Quinn, from Chelaxia. I believe that he may have a common interest with some of you. Lastly, allow me to introduce Tregar Quill. Tregar lives localy, but we don't see him in town much. He will be of great help as he knows the country around here well."

As she finishes, Sheriff Hemlock returns, pushing a man into the room in fron of him. "Get in there and sit yourself down...and no back chat either this time..."

A young human male saunters in, takes a chair and turns it around, sitting on it with it's back facing forward.

"Ahh yes. Thankyou Sheriff. This young man", Mayor Deverin starts, "is Drexel Morrow, one of our little local 'problems'. The kind sheriff has given him the choice of being here or spending a few weeks sitting in the jail."

Sheriff Hemlock glowers at Drexel. "Still think him being here is a waste of time ma'am."

Mayor Deverin continues"Now now Hemlock. Be tolerant. Gentleman, we are just awaiting the arrival of our last guest. In the meantime, please get to know each other. It may be that you will all be working quite closely together."


Male Dwarf Monk/1

Without waiting to see if someone else will start up, the dwarf, wearing a simple robe and a bright orange and teal scarf, steps forward and bows. "I am Tok. I am eager to begin our work together."

Eyeing Drexel, he says, "I assume – and hope – not all of you are as familiar with the local officials as our newly arrived…colleague?"


Male Human HP (5/6) | AC/Touch/Flat 13/13/10 | Fort/Ref/Will +0/+3/+3 | Init +3 | Percep +2

Either ignoring the jab, or not catching it, you cant be sure. Drexel throws one leg over the back of the chair he is sitting in backwards and a dagger appears in his hand as if from nowhere as near as anyone watching can tell. He begins to pick his fingernails with the knife and talks to no one in particular, and pretending that the mayor had not already introduced him.

"Ah, yes. Why I am very familiar with this area, I was born and raised here in fact, my family lives just down the street. This is just a bit of, ah, volunteer work that I happened to run across and decided to help with."

and with that the dagger disappears from his hand just as quickly as it appeared and he hops to his feet with a dazzling smile upon his face.

"My name is Drexel Morrow, looks like you will all be traveling with me for a bit so we may as well become pals. Hi there Tok. Drexel walks over and presents his hand for the dwarf to shake.


Male Dwarf Monk/1
Drexel Morrow wrote:


"My name is Drexel Morrow, looks like you will all be traveling with me for a bit so we may as well become pals. Hi there Tok. Drexel walks over and presents his hand for the dwarf to shake.

Instinctively, Tok raises his hands in a defensive posture. Realizing Drexel intends to shake hands, not attack, Tok lowers his defenses and takes the human's hand, shaking it. "Sure. We can be 'pals' – in time."

Tok turns to the others. "So, who else do we have here?"


Male Human Wizard (Egorian Academy Infernal Binder) 1

I am saddened that I missed the festivities though if these goblins do pose a threat I would be glad to offer assistance or strike up a treatise with them whichever best aides the town. says the dashing scholarly looking fellow. He looks at the raven perched on his shoulder and says in a language that is obviously not anything native.

In Infernal

Spoiler:
. Easy my friend we will get to investigate the ruins soon enough.


Male Human Wizard (Egorian Academy Infernal Binder) 1

DM

Spoiler:
spells memorized
0: Acid Splash, Detect Magic, Read Magic
1: Color Spray, Mage Armor, Shield


Male Shoanti Human Barbarian 2

Glancing around the room at these new arrivals Galstok gives a slight grimace at the sight of two more Chelaxians. Settling on Telgar and Tok, he sets his hammer and bags on the floor beside him and extends his hand towards Tok and then Telgar. "I see you, Tok. I see you, Telgar Quill. I am Galstok of the Shriikirri-Quah Shoanti." The other two he acknowledges with a slight nod but not much else.

With that he turns towards the Mayor and asks while nodding towards the Sheriff, "He said you had news that you had to tell us and Tok here talks about working together? Have you figured out why the goblins attacked? I would enjoy helping you in the hunt for the ones behinds it."


male gnome cloistered cleric 3 [ HP: 19/23 | AC: 14 T: 11 FF: 14 | F: +5 R: +1 W: +6 | Init: +1 Perc: +2 | Effects: ]

For the new people, Ensu looks and behaves very much like a wizard who has an abnormally high devotion to Nethys, and it usually takes a bit for people to realize that he is, in fact, a cleric.

Ensu walks in and frowns a bit as all of the humans are introduced, rubbing his neck slightly, clearly a little nervous at the addition of even more Cheliaxians, including one that is an obvious spell caster. For once deciding that discretion may be a better choice than freely talking, he chooses to listen for now.


Kendrick

Spoiler:
I am assuming that you have trailed the group to the town hall. I'll leave it down to you as to whether you have followed them in or are doing something else.

Liberty's Edge

Tregar is a wiry, thin man, in a beaten-up, studded long coat and wide-brimmed hat that have both seen better days. He looks older than he really is, but a closer look reveals his hair is not grey, but sun-bleached, and dusty.

A long bow is propped nearby, with a quiver of arrows, next to a full backpack, and a tied bundle of animal skins.

He watches Drexel's display of bravado from behind, through narrowed, disapproving eyes, and follows his knife-hand, to remember the location of the blade for later.

Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Galstok wrote:

Settling on Telgar and Tok, he sets his hammer and bags on the floor beside him and extends his hand towards Tok and then Telgar. "I see you, Tok. I see you, Telgar Quill. I am Galstok of the Shriikirri-Quah Shoanti." The other two he acknowledges with a slight nod but not much else.

With that he turns towards the Mayor and asks while nodding towards the Sheriff, "He said you had news that you had to tell us and Tok here talks about working together? Have you figured out why the goblins attacked? I would enjoy helping you in the hunt for the ones behinds it."

Telgar takes the offered hand.

"I see you, Galstock. It's good to have another who knows the outdoors."

"I am sorry I missed the festival, and the skirmish that followed.
I saw the signs of goblin feet, and their vandalism, but never thought they would be stupid enough to be heading for town, else I would have got here faster."

He sits and turns to watch the Mayor, but takes a sideways look at Sherriff Hemlock, then Galstock, then back to the Sherriff, as if musing to himself.


Male Human HP (5/6) | AC/Touch/Flat 13/13/10 | Fort/Ref/Will +0/+3/+3 | Init +3 | Percep +2
Tregar Quill wrote:

He watches Drexel's display of bravado from behind, through narrowed, disapproving eyes, and follows his knife-hand, to remember the location of the blade for later.

Sleight of Hand 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Tregar:
You see him slip the dagger into a sheathe behind his back


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Sheriff Hemlock briefly nods at Telgar, before turning to the door as another person enters. He turns back and addresses the Mayor. "Ahh, I believe our guest of honor has arrived. He turns and speaks to the new arrival. "Good to see you again Shalelu."

A very young looking femal elf enters the room, her light blonde hair piled high in tufts atop her head. She wears well worn green leathers and carries a sheafed sword loosely at her side. An empty quiver is strapped accross her shoulders, the unstrung short bow carried in her hand. She surveys you all and smiles at Telgar. "Telgar, its been a while. Not often our paths cross these days."

Telgar

Spoiler:
You recognise the elf as Shalelu Andosana, a bounty hunter, survivalist, or mercenary, depending on her mood. You know that she passes through town once or twice a season to buy supplies and never remains more than a few days, always staying at the same room at the Rusty Dragon free of charge. Near the end of each visit, she usualy meets with Sheriff Hemlock and Mayor Deverin for a few hours at the garrison to give a report on the state of the hinterlands before she leaves town again, a pouch of gold at her side. You know that both Hemlock and Deverin value Shalelu’s reports, since they provide a non-biased insight into how the local farmlands are
faring and keep the town council abreast of burgeoning dangers in the region. You have crossed paths several times out in the open country and probably have a mutual respect for each other.

Sheriff Hemlock looks at you all. "For those of you not local, this is Shalelu Andosana, an “unofficial member of Sandpoint’s town guard”. (The elf smirks at this.)
"Shalelu has been a thorn in the side of the local goblin tribes for years now. There's few in this region of the coast that know more about them than her. Shalelu has reliably informed both the Mayor and myself that Sandpoint hasn’t been the only place in the region that’s had goblin troubles. In short, there’s been an increase in goblin-related raids along the Lost Coast Road, particularly in the dale between Nettlewood and Mosswood.
Only a day ago, a farm south of Mosswood was burnt to the ground by a group of goblins. Shalelu was thankfully nearby though, and while the
farm couldn’t be saved, she did rescue the family and drive off the goblins; the family is staying at a nearby farm for now, but the goblin problem is obviously not going away."

The Sheriff sits down and motions for Shalelu to continue the report.

She walks over and sits on Mayor Deverins desk. " “Belor’s told me of some of your work against the goblins — well done. I’ve dedicated the last several years of my life to keeping them from causing too much trouble around these parts, but they’re tenacious and fecund little runts. Like weeds that bite. Anyway, there’s five major goblin tribes in the region, and, traditionally, they’re pretty good at keeping each other in line with intertribal squabbles and the like. Yet from what I’ve been able to piece together, members of all five tribes were involved in the raid on Sandpoint. A fair amount of the
Mosswood tribe goblins I dealt with yesterday were already pretty beat up, and there was a lot of chatter about the ‘longshanks’ who killed so many of them. Now that I’ve met you, it seems obvious from their descriptions who they were talking about. Seems like you’ve made an impression.
“In any event, the fact that the five tribes are working together disturbs me. Goblin tribes don’t get along unless they’ve got something big planned, and big plans require big bosses. I’m afraid that someone’s moved in on the goblins and organized them. And judging by these recent raids, what they’re organizing seems like bad news for all of us.”

Sheriff Hemlock nods his head in agreement. "I think we may have a serious problem on our hands here. As such, the Mayor has given me leave to take a few of my men south to Magnimar to see about securing additional soldiers to station at Sandpoint for a few weeks, at least until the extent of the goblin threat can be determined. While I'm out of town, i've asked Shalelu to sniff around Shank’s Wood, Devil’s Platter, and other places where goblins live to see if she can discover anything else about what’s going on. I would be greatful if you all could maintain a public presence in Sandpoint over the next few days, if you don’t mind. The people seem to have taken to you, and seeing you around town will do a lot for keeping worries down. And with some local faces to bolster you I think you will help matters here."

Shalelu stands and speaks again. "It grows late, and I am hungry. I am wondering; would any of you care to join me for a late dinner or early breakfast at the Dragon. Perhaps we can share information?"

Lantern Lodge

Male

Harlynn's eyes narrow at the show of bravado and distrust amongst such unenlightened individuals. He utters some more guttural words to his raven.

In Infernal

Spoiler:
someone will have to better educate these people Cornelius

he then casts the raven from his shoulder who flies to the rafters of the town hall and takes a perch.

Harlynns eyes narrow once more and he seems to be figuring out a noneuclidian geometry problem with his hands in the air accompanied by the same guttural language this time more of a chant. It's almost singsongy. Then there is a slight smell of silver in the air.

DM

Spoiler:
cast detect magic and scan the room if needed the knowledge arcana roll for any schools of magic present.
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Liberty's Edge

To Harlynn; "That didn't really answer the lady's question, so I sure hope you're conjurin up a large pie."

To Shalelu; "I'd love to accompany you; I missed a meal on my way here, checkin in on those sheep, and I can show you where I saw those tracks. 'Fraid I can't tell if they're from yesterday, or earlier, though."

GM:
It's your call, whether they are a useful clue or not.

"Will we get a table, at this hour? Festival time, it'll be full of eejits pissing their wits down the drain."


DaWay wrote:

Harlynn's eyes narrow at the show of bravado and distrust amongst such unenlightened individuals. He utters some more guttural words to his raven.

In Infernal
** spoiler omitted **

he then casts the raven from his shoulder who flies to the rafters of the town hall and takes a perch.

Harlynns eyes narrow once more and he seems to be figuring out a noneuclidian geometry problem with his hands in the air accompanied by the same guttural language this time more of a chant. It's almost singsongy. Then there is a slight smell of silver in the air.

DM
** spoiler omitted **

Harlynn

Spoiler:
You note that the elf woman, Shalelu, has a ring with a faint Abjuration aura on it. Both her sword and bow bear Evocation auras, again of faint power.

Tregar Quill wrote:

To Harlynn; "That didn't really answer the lady's question, so I sure hope you're conjurin up a large pie."

To Shalelu; "I'd love to accompany you; I missed a meal on my way here, checkin in on those sheep, and I can show you where I saw those tracks. 'Fraid I can't tell if they're from yesterday, or earlier, though."

** spoiler omitted **

"Will we get a table, at this hour? Festival time, it'll be full of eejits pissing their wits down the drain."

Shalelu smiles. "I can asure you that most of the 'eejits' will have gone to their beds now. And anyway - I know the landlord. Ameiko always has a table for me..." (she winks...)

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