Cottonseed Lodge (PFS2)

Game Master Redelia

Nah. I promised my girlfriend I'd spend more time with her. I'm just waiting for her to show up

It's about this time when a goblin girl enters the bar, sees the halfling and exclaims KITTY-KAT. She runs over and the two hug and kiss, long enough for Seedy to wonder if he's going to have to throw the slop bucket over them.

Klank nods at Katrina "Nothing like spending some quality time with friends and family." He raises a single eyebrow at the uncommon sight before shrugging his shoulders and ordering up another dark iron oatmeal stout for his mug.

"So Seedy, you ever get a day off or is there a bedroll hiding under that bar?"

"Oh, I get a day off now and then. I visited the Blakros Museum a couple weeks ago, and there was that trip up to Irrisen a month or two back. That was fun."

Jei'Balt, the kobold warrior, who totally slipped out while no one was looking several days ago, walks back into the cottonseed lodge looking triumphant.

"Behold me return unscathed... mostly from first mission!" He puffs his chest proudly brandishing the new shiny breastplate adorning his form as he struts towards the counter. "Many say 'no Balt'Jei no fit for adventure stay with clan clan.' But look who is wrong today!"

He clambers doing so rather unceremoniously onto one of the firmly rooted bar stools at the counter. "Good Gabby Gob, me have one drink of victory how many shinies?" He seems to be addressing Seedy.

"Back from your first mission, all in one piece, huh?" Seedy inquires with a smile, as he uncorks a bottle and pours a glass of amber liquid. "In that case, the first one's on the house. Welcome to the Society!"

A pudgy goblin with a sour face wades through the doorway and sits next to the kobold "Hey, what happened to that horse meat bbq you promised?" He grins and looks at the man's drink greedily. "This guy Jei'Balt, he swing that big sword real good! Flikk not so great with little swords, but get better!"

He then proceeds to go on a rampaging tangent about how much he hates boats, the weather, and mud... at least three times.

"Maybe we find ourselfs more super important missions?" He looks around the room for any takers.

Jei looked back at Flikk, "Ah good Gobby friend Flikk. Me not promise to make horse meat bar'bee'que. That was other scale-friend." He nods along at the compliments, "Flikk still hurt bad shortlings and stabby crabbies well."

He grabs the amber liquid and looks it over before glancing at flikk, "What drink is? Look like clear sewer water?"

"A dark ale, please ... and leave a good amount of space up top, I'm going to put some ice cream from across the street."

Emdi hands out a few fliers.

"Rave tonight - strawberry shortcake themed. Meet at the docks, if we can't find a warehouse there, we'll send a runner to lead you into the sewers. No cover if you can cast dancing lights or if you wear a strawberry hat."

"Rave tonight - strawberry shortcake themed. Meet at the docks, if we can't find a warehouse there, we'll send a runner to lead you into the sewers. No cover if you can cast dancing lights or if you wear a strawberry hat."

"Sure thing, Emdi, just a moment." The goblin draws the mostly-full mug of ale, setting it down in front of the man. "Say, I haven't seen you in here in a few months, anyway. Been off on a mission?"

A grumpy looking tiefling wanders in, with the grace of a dancer, a starknife on one hip and a fruit bat on her head. She nearly snatches a flier out of Emdi's hands.

Hmph she says. Dancing Lights huh? Yeah ... can do. Who's organising?

She finds a seat and requests something hot from the bar ... preferably with fire on it.

Emdi jumps a little when the fire arrives.

"Yeah, I've been up in Iobaria. There was ..."

He scoots away from Luna's meal (but hands her a flier).

"... a lot of fire there."

He thanks Seedy for the ale and runs across the street to grab a scoop of frozen cream from the creamery.

"Comin' right up!" Seedy takes a small, stemmed glass from the shelf and pours in a small amount of strong spirit. He swirls it to coat the glass, then lights the spirit. A shake of ground cinnamon creates a plume of flame which he douses with hot tea, a shot of brandy, and a squeeze of lemon before sliding the glass across the bar. "Here you go! I call it a Hot Totsy!"

This actually gets a smile from the tiefling and an even bigger smile when she tastes it.

Well .... she purrs I know where I'm coming for relaxation after this. Name's Luna. I'm the Protector of the Night.

Jei looked down the counter at the flaming drink, "Oooh ooh flikk look gobby gob make fire wine!" He then addressed the tiefling, "You no look like protector of dark sky... though i guess me not look like strong warrior to some."

Flikk raises an eyebrow and looks closer at Jei'Balt before bursting into a deep belly laugh, for a goblin "All scaly kobolds look the same to us gobbies. Sorry!"

When the flaming drink comes out though he quickly points and grunts, devolving into all things 'basic goblin' "Flikk NEED fire drink!" The slobber starts hitting the bar instantly as he waves his hands high to get Seedy's attention. "Flikk have money, you take it for hotsy totsy!" He slides over his last meager 5 coppers. Apparently he can't keep a coin in his purse long.

Hot Totsy!"

LOL that place is upscale now! I have been asked to leave that establishment before. Story sometime when I'm not on my phone.

Luna stares at the kobold I guard the dreamworld from the nightmares. The Night is my domain.

She sips some more of her drink.

And appearances can be deceiving

Flikk rushes over to the job's board and drags Jei'Balt with him pointing at an advertisement for a overland race up north "We be good at that right? How hard could race be outside?"

#1-10 Tarnbreaker's Trail

Jei gets pulled off the stool and over to the job board he reads it amid Flikk's fascination. "I mean transporting ancient goods was not hard fast wagon can not be bad right?"
He nods excitedly, "We can do yes if they have spots on wagon! But you know this mean more mean horsies."

He heads back to the counter and clambers up again to drink his clean sewer water He snarls afterwards expelling a tiny gout of flame. "Ah is fire water. Come Good Gobby Flikk let us find racy horse!"
He scampers back over to Flikk again.

Once upon a time - in your Golarion years, the 4600s - a band of adventurers (four apprentice alchemists) headed to a little known demiplane called the Club Mallard, whose class and atmosphere would give Seedy's a run for its money.

However, taken by surprise by the early closing time and with about an hour before one of them could legally plane shift back home, the party was cast out into the cold void of the Astral Plane, in a region known as San Pablo Avenue.

Lights gleamed from a beacon from afar. A small tavern known as the "Hotsy Totsy" was an oasis in the astral desert. The intrepid adventurers entered, immediately attracting all sorts of unwanted attention. They took a seat in the corner of the undercrowded bar, sending the bravest among them to procure a pitcher of the least objectionable ale.

"It'll be 5 silver pieces," the bartender declared, in direct contradiction to the prices listed on the wall, which clearly stated 3 silver.

This discrepancy was politely pointed out to the bartender, who responded by simply turning her back and walking away.

Undaunted (and in fact highly amused), the brave adventurers elected to stay and play shufflepuck until one of them had sobered up enough to cast plane shift.

Partly out of stubbornness, partly out of spite, the band of brave adventurers found themselves walking through the Dutch doors of the Hotsy Totsy following Starday. Their persistence was rewarded with a small pitcher of mediocre ale for the listed price.

A noble spirit embiggens the smallest man.

The designated plane shifter approached the bar for a followup request: "A Coke, please."

The response was swift and as decisive as an executioner's blade. "Nope."

Extrapolating based on the history of the previous week, the erudite adventurer tried to reason with the bartender. "Look, I'll pay for a rum and Coke. But I just want the Coke."

"Nope."

The adventurer tried variants of the argument, but the bartender was unmoved. "Nope." "Nope." "Nope."

Finally, the adventurer tried to appeal to her sense of civic duty, explaining that he was responsible for plane shifting the group home, and would not be partaking in ale-based festivities.

"If you're not drinking, GET OUT."

Then she stood up on a stool and started yelling at the whole group. "GET OUT! GET OUT!"

This bartender makes an appearance whenever I have to GM a game that involves a surly bartender.

Luna listens to the story without interrupting, clearly interested.

The door to the lodge opens and in walks a young Elf, worn from traveling. He looks left and right, then finds a place at the bar, “Elven Ale, please. Along with where a fresh recruit can pick up some work.”

As the bartender hands him his ale, he takes a small sip and pulls a document from his pocket. At a glance everyone can see it’s a newly acquired commission from the Pathfinder Society. The young Elf passes his hand over it, admiring it as if it was a prized possession.

Jei'balt seems to have left again along with the goblin companion trying to run out faster than the gobbo as the race had already begun.

Jei'balt seems to have left again along with the goblin companion trying to run out faster than the gobbo as the race had already begun.

"Flikk meet you there scaly one! He be at the end when you finish!" A deep chuckle rolls in from the street.

"Here ya go" Seedy says, setting the beer in front of Leyewin. "I saw you checking out the job board already; that's the spot for finding work, alright. There was a flurry of jobs not long ago, and there always seems to be a bit of a lull after that. Don't worry, though, I'm sure there will be more soon!"

Welcome! The Recruitment tab is the place to find new games, and I see you've already posted there. We're still in the latter stages of our most recent PbP convention, and I would expect more scenarios to be offered soon as GMs wrap up their convention games.

Leyewin takes his mug and cheers to the bartender. I thank you for the kindness. I did spy the job board briefly, and hope my services can be rendered soon!

Listen, my children, and you'll be awed
Of the midnight ride of William Dawes
On forty seven twenty, thirtieth Pharast
In Iobarian flames, in time long passed
An ancient evil sharpens its claws

"Aye!" the red-nosed ulfen man replies "One more for the road, please!" setting the empty glass upon the counter "Got a couple more bounties to collect"

While he waits for his drink, Fjorn pulls out 3d6 ⇒ (5, 5, 4) = 14 vials filled with various fluids, herbs, even tiny creatures.

From the largest flask, into four empty ones, he pours a greenish fluid that also houses an amorphous blobby-black enzyme, distributing an even volume with metric precision, to which he pinches the cheese-skin and adds two-fingerfuls of mold, and topping that off by tossing in each a single rose petal, and stoppering the four elixirs, shakes each one vigorously.

"Four Pick-Me-Ups" he explains to anyone watching "If nothing else, makes everyone feel safe and secure!"

Next he gets to work on a double bottle into which he starts off by pouring the same greenish fluid (housing his familiar inside), but this time drops a single live baby cockroach into each, then produces a dropper which he uses to suck up a small volume of an orangish-reddish fluid "Extracted from my own suprarenal gland!" which immediately dissolves the bug deposited into each vial with a sizzling sound and changes the color to match it, which he corks and leaves to catalyze.

"Two Personal Pain-Suppressants!"

Finally, now working with a single flask, again he starts by pouring in the green fluid, but this time adds a few buds of a smelly green plant with purple hairs, which actually sink to the bottom of the solution, and begin to emit a faint bioluminescence.

"And a single Meditative Draught!"

And with that, he stows all the other vials away in his knapsack, and takes these seven mixers and distributes them into seven housings inside of a chest strap crossing over his heart. And smiles!

"Good luck," Seedy says as he passes a drink across the bar. "I hear you'll be traveling with a friend of mine. Tell Benji that Seedy says hello."

Luna watches the alchemist with interest

"I will dew that!"

Fjorn catches the drink mid-slide, and with a quick motion, throws the entire thing back in a single hearty gulp.

He crouches to gather his things, of which, there are not many, insomuchas they are increasingly heavy and lumbersome. Through clever packing he manages to walk away with no less than 10 Bulk worth of items strapped to himself, which amazingly, doesn't seem to affect the length of his stride.

Slapping a few coins on the table, he nods politely to Luna, and sees himself out the pub door...

A slender half-elf dressed in leather enters the room. He approaches the counter looking bored, where he orders a mug of dark ale.

The young man's clothing looks like that of any novice adventurer, a little worn, but still quite well put on. His polite and at times almost haughty ways betray a cultural background of higher rank than the simple commoner.

While waiting for his order, he looks around absently, sees the other Pathfinders reveling at their tables, but doesn't look at anyone in particular, distracted by who knows what thoughts.

The innkeeper hands him his pint, the young man thanks almost in a whisper and takes a long sip, then wiping his mouth with the back of his glove.

In a few minutes he finishes his drink and walks away from the counter to the lodge bulletin board, where he starts looking for something interesting among the posted sheets.

.

Leyewin re-enters the lodge and sits back down at the bar. Hope I haven't missed anything! He checks his coin purse and looks towards the job board. Perhaps a longer trip this time to fill my coin pouch a bit more. he whispers to himself and heads over.

"Nothing major. Just the usual chaos and nonsense" Seedy says with a grin.

Do you want more chaos? the tiefling asked innocently.

Leyewin eyes the tiefling with a smirk and says, “careful my lady, tipping the scales or order can be fun, but tip too far and nature will find a way to correct itself.”

A Mwangi woman walks into the establishment and sits down at a corner table. Although she is dressed in simple adventurer's clothing, her regal posture and fancy earrings suggests a noble birth. A few regulars may vaguely recognize her, although she was clad in a dark, stained cloak the last time she was here.

She runs her hands over the table, looking at it as if remembering a past event. From her pocket, she produces a crow feather and leaves it on the table, whispering a silent prayer. As she walks up to the bar, the feather shimmers and disappears.

Hearing a discussion about chaos, she greets Seedy warmly in Goblin.

She removes her fancy earrings, rolls up her sleeves, and starts cleaning up the various plates and steins around the bar.

Or I get 'talked to' a lot by my aasimar best friend Chryssi replies. And believe me ... when an aasimar gets angry ... they can be REALLY terrifying. She doesn't raise her voice, she still speaks calmly but ... there's this tone .... and this disapproving look. One just KNOWS, right down to the heart of one's soul.

And all I was contemplating was dancing on top of one of the tables. But I guess this isn't THAT sort of place. *wink*

Leyewin checks his nearly empty pitch again, and back at Luna. Not for me it isn’t. He gives a halfhearted chuckle and checks the job board again.

"No, I'm afraid it's not" Seedy replies to the Tiefling. "We aim to be welcoming to everyone, and that would certainly make some folks uncomfortable."

Leyewin ... checks the job board again.

Nina casts air walk to give the ceiling a good scrubbing, but notes Leyewin's interest as she's climbing up.

"I just got back from Sarkoris," she relays. "I think there will be some reinforcement sent up there, soon. But probably after a team returns from a mapping mission in the Findahar Forest. Maybe a few weeks? It may overlap with the Festival of Paizo at the end of Desnus."

*nods* Is that the forest full of those fire trees? Chryssi asked. Cause that's where I was, investigating some ruins but things went bad and more experienced agents were required so ..... that's why I'm here ... looking for something else to do ..... well when I'm not strutting my stuff on a stage.

She ponders a bit. I've actually wondered if one of my ancestors was a succubis who came through the Worldwound.

Leyewin notices another bounty and hurriedly rushes out the door, thanking the patrons in passing.

Brünwulf throws the door open and confidently strides in. Underneath his cloak are bandages around his ribs. Three scars left over after being magically healed from the claws of a great beast cross over his left eye and down his cheek. Although he looks like he was almost killed, he has a big grin on his face as he strides to the bar. He slams a fist down on the well worn planks of the bar as he calls out.
SEEDY! Two flagons of mead over here, please!
After the flagons are brought, he hoists them both as he turns to all those present.
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!
I, BRÜNWULF, and my wonderful companions, have completed the Balgirdtrek in The Land of the Linnorm Kings...
AS CHAMPIONS!!!
He waits for the cheers and applause to settle down.
Thank you, thank you!!!
He shouts while bowing to the room with a wide smile.
And, best of all!!! I GOT MYSELF A LADYFRIEND!!!
He waits for the hoots and hollers to quiet.
That's right! I got a date tomorrow night!!!
So, here's to all those who have FOUND LOVE WHILE ON ADVENTURE!!!
He takes gulps from each flagon as he cheers to everyone.
Huuuzzzahhh!!!

So who's the lucky lady? Luna asks. And may the Goddess of the Night bless you and your Lady

The sandy-brown haired, young human man smiles at the commotion and cheering. Being a Pathfinder was certainly a wealth of opportunities, he thought to himself as he raised his glass like many others.

It has been nearly two years since he graduated from training. He has experienced much since that day. He and Tasha had always wanted to be Pathfinders. Their parents were, venture captains even. And now was their time.

They got separated right after training. Tasha was sent on missions while Leo spent some time working under Sorrina Westyr.

That is what sent him on his trip down memory lane...Anri...

Similar to Brunwulf, Leo found something special on mission in a far away land. His was near Numeria.

Leo shakes his head in short quick jerks, coming back to the here-and-now. He takes a sip of his drink and then sets it down slowly.

To be a Pathfiner... he think to himself.