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Alright, so I did a decent look at what has happened, and that you guys are pretty much at the end of the Scenario. If you haven't rolled for your Day Job, go ahead and do so.
Also, if you want me to annotate on your chronicle sheet anything for your Faction Card, please let me know as well. (including any rolling as necessary).
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Chronicles are Here Any issue let me know I can fix and edit them and will do so as needed
Did you get the stuff posted on Paizo's website, or do you want me to do it?
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Also, is it too late for me to have tried recruiting our friend Al-Sabha for the Sovereign Court - she seems like a superb candidate anyway - and could I also have somehow done so without tipping off anyone not of the Sovereign Court?
[dice=If so, Knowledge (Nobility) DC 17]1d20+15
Let me know if I can still squeeze this in, please.
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Recruit the guy? Fine. I can see that. My question is, is there a reason to NOT tip off your faction?
You don't mean my "Faction". Anyways, there's another, complementary, goal:
"Fulfill one of the three goals above without revealing your faction affiliation to anyone other than a present member of the faction or a prospective NPC recruit. Checking a box for this goal does not prevent you from checking a box for another goal."
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Okay, the 10,000-platinum question: DID WE ALL GET THE SAME VISION???
a dark and silent void. In this silence, a telepathic presence
presses itself upon her mind, “I am not, and I have never
been. Lesser minds construct reality from ephemeral illusion,
forcing the trappings of existence upon that which has never
worn them. All the void can grant are echoes.”
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No, there are 7 different ones.
Vision 1: All of the PCs’ senses fade, leaving her floating in
a dark and silent void. In this silence, a telepathic presence
presses itself upon her mind, “I am not, and I have never
been. Lesser minds construct reality from ephemeral illusion,
forcing the trappings of existence upon that which has never
worn them. All the void can grant are echoes.”
Vision 2: Roidira, fully corporeal, stands before this very
pool in some age when the shrine was better maintained,
polished and swept with reverence. Standing in the pool, she
produces a long, curved sword. Leaning her head back, strong
arms skillfully maneuver the sword until its point presses
into her starry robes. With a single breath and thrust, she runs
herself through and dissolves into the pool, a shower of white
feathers fluttering down before all fades to black.
Vision 3: Roidira speaks, “You are not Roidirans. Did you
all really think to take me for a fool? No matter. Hear me now,
for no one, least of all my wretched faithful, shall ever believe
you: I have no use for followers. Where I now walk is beyond
your imagining, beyond the realm of your comprehension.
So-called “Roidirans” became what I despised: inflexible
dogmatists who put posturing performance before the
pursuit of truth. Instead of walking Roidira’s Road as a
way of life, they thought of it as a road with a destination.
So, I gave them one: this place, where I could crush their
stupidity in one fell swoop. They think signs with childish
drawings that mock other divinities are my way? They think
my path is one of street brawls and shouting evangelism?
They are worse than you, lower than you, for they know less
than nothing. Emptiness was not to be an end in itself, but a
beginning. These fools,” she gestured to the mute Roidirans,
“never understood that. Thus, I took from them the one
thing they loved most. Myself. What I do now is beyond their
comprehension, as it is beyond yours. Farewell.”
Vision 4: A scholar stands in a grassy field gazing up at a
field of stars, a quill in hand. The scholar stabs at a star with
her quill, causing the star to pop like a bubble and vanish. A
cluster of new stars appears elsewhere in the sky. The more
the scholar tries to destroy the stars, the more appear. The
scholar snaps her quill in frustration, which causes her to
vanish. After she is gone, the stars fade.
Vision 5: A horse carrying a rider gallops across a desert
landscape with sand of gleaming gold grains. Many days
pass, and eventually the horse dies. The rider continues the
journey on foot. As the rider grows older, his pace slows,
until he ultimately collapses upon the sand and sinks. Winds
blow the sand over the fallen form, and a horse emerges
from the golden grains, galloping away.
Vision 6: The PC is standing in a pitch-black room. The
sound of water slowly dripping onto a hard surface echoes
around her. Each time a water drop falls, a spectral figure
appears in the corner of the PC’s eye. These figures feel
vaguely familiar, but any time the PC tries to look directly at
a figure or focus on it, it disappears.
Vision 7: A PC who drinks from the well a second time
experiences soaring through an endless void in an unknown
direction. If the table has seven players, this vision instead
appears before the seventh PC to drink from the well.