Cottonseed Lodge (PFS2)

Game Master Redelia

Rather nice actually Katrina replied, smiling at the memories. I made friends with a mermaid and had fun with her - swimming lessons etc ... and yeah ... it was rather pleasurable actually, especially being able to breathe water for a change. Heh ... first adventure I managed to to the whole thing while wearing a swimsuit. Who needs armour anyway?

A beautiful flaxen-haired warrior suddenly barges in through the main door. Wearing gleaming plate mail and brandishing a finely crafted longsword in her hand, she scans the room while holding her other hand over her eyes to block some of the glaring lantern light.
Remover her hand from above her eyes, she scowls as she sheathes her sword. She strides up to the bar and waves a hand to attract the barkeep's attention. When Seedy moves over to the woman, with a stern expression she addresses the goblin.
Barkeep. Have you seen a Mwangi woman and a male Tiefling recently?
He tells her what happened and that she just missed all the commotion.
Damn! So that's the tiefling laying in the street with a crowd huddled around?
Seedy nods in the affirmative.
She turns to make her way out of the tavern.
I need to figure out what this is all about.
She says under her breath.

I'd like to know too

"Was that Nina I saw bolting away from here? Something's wrong. Franzine, I saw you talking with her when you came back from Bhopan. And Katrina, you were with her at Jalmeray beforehand. Do you guys have pieces of the puzzle?

Anywhoooo ... anyone up for a rave tonight? Meet up at the docks, if we can't find a warehouse there we'll send someone to lead you through the sewers. The acoustics are sick!"

...not-so-subtley leans in to hear what all the hubbub is about...

I'd like to know too

After hearing the halfling's comment, Franzine suddenly spins around and glares at the halfling as she strides towards her.

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Anywhoooo ... anyone up for a rave tonight? Meet up at the docks, if we can't find a warehouse there we'll send someone to lead you through the sewers. The acoustics are sick!"

Hells yeah! Who'll be workin' the dancing lights and glitterdust? Oh, man, and whoever does those color spray effects is wayyy awesome! Hey, tell DJ Hats, that damned otyugh, to put me on the guest list! I tend to spend a few weeks of wages on drinks.

Yeah yeah yeah .... Katrina replied, looking rather intimidated. Look ... last time I saw Nina, one of her sons had arrived ... whom she thought was dead or something, and she was heading off to Bhopan after we were at the Temple of the Unbreaking Wave, beating up the sahuagin. She seemed okay then ...... so I thought. I will confirm she has a vicious temper though. She paused and pondered for a bit. I can only conclude something happened in Bhopan to set her off again.

She sighed. I'm between jobs at the moment ... the circus is in recess. You need help? I'm here.

She looks up at Franzine then looks to Emdi. A rave sounds fun. I'd have to see if my girlfriend wants to come too.

Emdi Emmay wrote:

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Anywhoooo ... anyone up for a rave tonight? Meet up at the docks, if we can't find a warehouse there we'll send someone to lead you through the sewers. The acoustics are sick!"

Hells yeah! Who'll be workin' the dancing lights and glitterdust? Oh, man, and whoever does those color spray effects is wayyy awesome! Hey, tell DJ Hats, that damned otyugh, to put me on the guest list! I tend to spend a few weeks of wages on drinks.

"I've got dancing lights, and also message in case it gets loud."

Emdi has optimized his bard dedication, just ... for raves instead of combat.

An orderly looking Dwarf sits at a corner table, lovingly and LOUDLY pounding dents out of a steel shield, pausing momentarily to eye up his work before going back to the hammering. After about ten minutes the banging stops and only the sounds of a polishing rag can be heard.

"Damned zombies scuffin' up my fine work with their half rotten faces and yellow teeth." He says to no one in particular.

Nearby a sleezy motivated looking gnome slides up to a table and does his best to peddle some less than straight looking crowbars. "That crook there? Well ya, helps ya get more LEE-verage when workin' around corners it does. Also works in a pinch fer crackin' skelly skulls!" He tosses a walnut on the table and smashes it to prove his point. BANG!

"Oy!" the goblin behind the bar calls. "This is a respectable tavern, not some back-alley bazaar. Peddle that stuff somewhere else, please." He goes back to polishing a mug.

The Dwarf looks up from his own polishing and barks at the gnome "Give it up Gene, save those crowbars for metal stock and take a load off. I'll let you know when I've got something better to sell."

The Gnome breaths a sigh of relief This guy needs to step up his smithin' game. These things are terrible! "Aight Boss, catch ya later. Lemme know if you find a gig in the mean time." He tosses Seedy a couple coppers and downs a random unattended brew before making a hasty exit.

Hey .... why is my rum gone?

Klank looks up from his work at Katrina and shrugs "Musta up n run off with Gene. He doesn't have quite the morals of a Dwarf. I'll buy ya a fresh one." He gives the nod to Seedy then adds in a fresh stout for himself.

"Name's Klank, aspiring armorsmith and current Pathfinder looking for a paying gig." He gives Katrina a crisp salute.

Katrina. Circus Performer, Acrobat, Free Diver and Daredevil ... yeah .... just came off one actually .. fairly lucrative actually. Should be able to afford some gear I've been eyeing up. Not armour though - gotta wand for that.

A small reptialian fellow enters the bar and heads up to the counter pulling himself up onto a stool. The mottled red kobold sported a sword taller than himself, scale mail, and a steel shield sized for him. He glanced at the Goblin behind the bar. "Greetings I would like one beverage. To celebrate acceptance to society."

Second try at crafting up a 2e build, but i think it's all correct. hopefully.

"Ah, well then the first one's on the house!" Seedy draws a pint of dark ale and sets it down in front of the kobold. "Welcome to the Society!"

Klank nods and tips his glass at Katrina then takes a couple deep drinks, wiping the foam out of his oiled mustachio. "Magic is no substitute for the beauty of a well crafted suit of armor." Thoughts like that would put people like me out of business before I even get going!

As Jei'Balt seats himself nearby the Kernal assesses the kobold's equipment and more importantly his self confidence. Always was told kobolds were sneaky and nervous.. this one seems different.

Well ... I suppose there is that ... but ... given what I do, metal armour would be more of a hinderance than a help. Katrina replies. Still ... it helps some people get in there and stand defiant so I can get in and flank.

The sandy brown haired young man stands from his table and walks up, his full plate thunking the whole way. His staff strung to his back and the thick book at his side make his armor a little more noisy.

"I couldn't help but overhear and Nethys wouldn't forgive me if I didn't add, a crafted armor with no magic is nowhere near as effective as it could be. Magic is the aspect that makes our society what it is." The emblazoned symbol of Nethys on his armor seems even more prominent somehow.

Do you know how to make the armour from this wand more powerful? Katrina asks.

Leo reaches to his side and unlatches the book. The book has no identifying markings save a small symbol of Nethys on the side. When he opens it, each page seems littered with writing and arcane symbols haphazardly across the pages.

"So, I have fiddled with expansions upon that base spell," he begins as he flips through the pages, finally stopping on a particular page. "I think I've came up with something conclusive after I studied the standard resilient rune before I put it on my armor." Leo points to several places on a particular page. "I thiink I've figured out a way to add an additional symbol and gesture to the casting to mimic the effects of the resilient rune." He then looks back up to Katrina with an awkward expression, "Unfortunately that wand's spell is set. You'd have to create a whole new one with these additions."

*nods* So ... I'd have to purchase a new wand

"Yes, yes... excited to be a member thanks much. Still waiting on first assignment, I'd best to search myself yes? Or wait for local crier?
The kobold grabbed the large drink and held it up shaking slightly at the surrounding adventurers mostly out of excitement.

"Well, it's always good to be proactive about that sort of thing, though if you hang around here long enough someone is likely to come in and post something. I hear there is going to be a bunch of jobs posted real soon, in fact."

Brunwülf leans in close to hear Seedy's words. He gets wide-eyed when he hears about a bunch of jobs coming up.
Woah! I'll have to tell my friends about all the adventuring opportunities being offered. Hey! That's about a week away!
With a wink and a smile, he gives Seedy a hardy pat on his shoulder.
Thanks for filling me in, mate. Time to go stock up on supplies and gear.

"Ah yes, then I will stay and keep warm by the fire perhaps until then. I am Jei'Balt seeker of fortune. It is good to join in this lodge."
The kobold sips at the drink and looks around the lodge. His tail swung behind him and slapped into the stool slightly. His gaze falls to the human and the halfling to his side discussing magical things "Interesting subject magic, I hear that the society has made discovery on empowering rune carving yes?"

Katrina just shrugs Wouldn't know about that. I try to keep an ear on what's available but I'm not an arcanist ... I'm just a rogue who uses magic to enhance my abilities in the field and increase my survivability.

Leo nods, "I have heard the same thing but haven't finished with my own magic studies to look into that yet. I've been considering taking up the sword as I recently discovered that the magics of staves are incompatible with the enhancement runes that can be inscribed onto most weapons." He looks a little disappointed at this.

That seems odd ... a weapon is a weapon isn't it? Katrina replies. Although .. what would happen if a monk tattooed a Rune of Striking on his or her palm?

"Well, that's not totally true, Leo," Seedy interjects, holding up a staff with a head carved like a beer stein. "I got my trusty healing staff here, and I got a rune carved on that works fine (not that I ever do much with it, you understand; I'm mostly in the business of patching folks up, not makin' new holes in 'em). Anyway, sure there's not usually room for the fancy stuff, but the basic ones work, no problem."

"Oh, yes," Leo agrees, turning to Seedy. "But when the Society has you going on more dangerous missions, it is best to invest in the 'fancy stuff' too if you get into the fray like I do. Thus, I will likely be putting aside my magical studies for a bit to familiarize myself with the sword. While it is unconventional weaponry for an avid magic user like myself, I've always been a quick learner."

Leo considers for a moment and adds, "You know, it'd be kinda fun to wield a healing staff as well now that I think about it. I think once I'm done learning the sword I'll begin studying how to use one of those healing staves as well."

"Well, more power too ya, friend. I have an old rapier I drag around with me when I'm out and about--taking inspiration from Cayden, after all--but I can't say I've ever really had any desire to actually use the thing."

Aw .. I got the striking and wounding glyphs on my short sword, but I'm not really dealing out the damage until I gotta flanking buddy. I guess I should go see if there's anything else I can afford to put on it - assuming that there is anything else. I'm also considering whether or not I should do something with my Starknife when I learn to use it. Probably a returning rune ... but anyone know how I can increase it's effective range?

Besides ... it's a good idea to have a backup plan when you run outta spells

"Well, that's when I just bop 'em with my stick! Not like I'd do much more than tickle them with that rapier, anyway."

As one of the patrons opens the door to leave he is jostled by a large snowy owl that makes its way into the building. The owl is carrying a small wooden object in his beak. He flies over and lands atop the bar.

Out of breath and clearly chasing the owl is a young half-elven woman in leather armor. She quickly scans the room and her eyes narrow as she spies the owl.

"There you are! Give that back!"

She sprints towards the owl and lunges just barely missing him as the owl takes flight once more and lands high up in the rafters beyond the girl's reach.

She easily hops onto a table and tries to leap up and grab the owl but falls several feet short and only manages to knock over a nearby drink.

The owl transfers the wooden figurine from his beak to his talon before flapping his wings angrily at the young woman.

"Screech!"

The half-elf's mouth opens and she stares at the owl, clearly scandalized.

"I will do no such thing! Give it back immediately! It's not yours!"

She reaches for the owl and jumps once more with no better success.

The owl makes a hissing sound and pecks at the wooden figurine at his feet.

"Stop! You'll break it!"

With a huge sigh Meadow steps off of the table in defeat.

"Okay fine. I'll do it."

She moves to the front of the room and turns to the assembled patrons. Clearing her throat she points to the owl and recites a poem.

"Everyone knows owls are the best,
They are so much better than all the rest.
I'm sure that you all have heard,
The noble owl is the greatest bird.
They are the handsomest of all the fowl.
Come feast your eyes upon this superb owl."

Red-faced with embarrassment she turns to the owl.

"There you go. Happy now? I told them all about the superb owl."

The owl hoots softly and flies over Meadow's head, dropping the figuring into her hand before flying out an open window.

Meadow address the room once more.

"Um...sorry about that everyone. We haven't had a mission in awhile and he tends to act out when he's bored."

Seedy has a drink ready to replace the skilled one by the time the poem is done. "Well, that's alright. I get a little antsy when I don't have enough to do myself, though" he says, looking around at the busy bar room, "these barflies keep that a rare occurance."

The Ulfen "barfly" elbows whoever happens to be sitting next to him "Not every Day an Owl composes an Ode tew it's own kind, eh?" his nose a pickled red, the man sets yet another empty mug onto the counter, squinting out from one eye.

Reaching over to grab his pack from underneath a giant shield, he pulls a thick-based whitish-yellow imperfect cylinder out of it "Otarian cheese" explaining to whomever has the misfortune of being situated adjacently, and begins to pick the mold off with his bare fingers and, smelling it, proceeds to eat it "Not tew far gone I'd say!" offering a hunk to share now...

Katrina, after giggling at the owls antics and listening to the poem. turns towards Fjorn after being elbowed.

No. I suppose not she replies. She takes the hunk of Otarian cheese and samples it. Hm ... Interesting. Reminds me of a Feta. Ever tried goblin cheese?. Say Seedy. Could I have another berry cider over 'ere please?

"Comin' right up!"

"I did not know that Feta was a Goblin Cheese!" he thinks to himself here "Maybe a smoked Feta, yah?" he looks at Seedy here as he fetches the rogue's cider, remembering that the good barkeep is a goblin "Not that all goblins are culinarily obsessed with the fine art of smoking" as if that was sufficient to "apologize" he then attempts to connect to stereotyping personally by segue to his chosen profession "They say that those who dabble in the Science of Alchemy are all Arsonists - and they are not entirely incorrect, but only in one sense of the word" he squints with his other eye as if trying to track his own thoughts "The only "bomb" yew'll see me make are the ones that can be imbibed, with the only "exploding" being the parts of your mind that you may have once thought were completely edified!"

A violent hiccup sends our mutagenic hero falling backwards over his barstool here, collapsing into a pile on the ground! One of the mugs knocks over too - the glass hurtling right for his bearded face! - when pure reflex suddenly triggers his right arm to snap into place, his buckler deflecting the blow at the last second!

And amazingly, the mug lands on the shield bottom-side-down, empty but unbroken!

Erm .... are you okay down there? Katrina asks, concerned.

Erm .... are you okay down there? Katrina asks, concerned.

"Eh don't worry about him. I'm sure that cold weather blood knows what to do with a few too many beers." Chimes in the industrious Dwarf in the back.

"Big push of missions coming down the line I hear. Hope you got yourself a spot on the roster." He holds up a freshly polished steel shield with a newly attached steel boss on the front. "Looks like she's ready to rattle a few ribcages eh?"