DaWay's PFS First Steps (Group 1) (Inactive)

Game Master DaWay

{ooc]sure, give me a dex or sleight of hand roll[/ooc]

"Did any of you chance to bring some twine with you?"

Uh...Zoltan pats himself down for a moment, before realizing that he probably had never in his life carried twine. Oh...uh, no, I'm all out.

Shinkeer shrugs his shoulders, palms held out. No twine, it was on my list of things to get.

With a smug look on his face, Mathias reaches into his backpack and grabs a dagger and some thin twin. "I should scold you all for forgetting the lessons on equipment preparation, but at the rate this day is going, this is will be the most excitement we'll have all day."

Vanyel discounts Zoltan, and considers Shinkeer for a moment longer before looking around at the rest of the party. He probably used it to build a nest, or some such. He nods at Mathias with a slightly sheepish smile. "The field carries its own lessons."

ETA reply to Mathias

Cutting some of the twine and handing it to the elf, Mathias stows away his equipment. "Well, I can only hassle you for being nearly four times my senior, Vanyel."

Whoever is trying to get the key with the hook and twine may give me a dex check or sleight of hand/Profession: Fisher roll

"Do any of you have skills that might help with removing this second key? Otherwise I will essay it."

Shinkeer takes the hook and twine. Let me have a try

Dex.: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Dex.: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Dex.: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

with an expert hand shinkeer adroitly grabs the ring before jerking it up too fast and loosing it. He tries once more and applies a more steady hand and manages to grab the key.

Shinkeer will hold the key out for someone to take, a satisfied look upon his face.

Taking a swig of whiskey and uttering a brief prayer, Brother Felinros gathers both keys and looks at the steel chest. He takes the gold key from the ceiling and tries it first in the lock of the metal box. If that key doesn't fit he will try the other key.

The prayer was the casting of the cantrip Resistance.

"That was well done, Master Aswander." Vanyel settles back to see what happens to the cleric.

The ceiling key indeed opens the steel cube.

Be honest everyone, whoever is within 10' give me a WILL save.

Inside you find the map you came for and what appears to be a wand.

Will save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

"Excellent! Now to get out of this tedious room and onto the next task."

Will save (add 2 if vs. enchantments): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Good grief.

My honest answer is I have absolutely no idea where Zoltan was in the room.

50/50 die roll to determine location 1d100 ⇒ 15, 51 and above he is within 10' of chest

Will Save if needed 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12

If the doorway is within 10', Arjunta is in the AoE.

Will save 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

Not sure where Shinkeer is, under where the key hung.

Will: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Shinkeer and Vanyel's skin have turned a nice shade of blue for 3d20 ⇒ (7, 10, 16) = 33minutes. You've gotten what you came for but you are still locked in.

Brother Felinros examines the wand that was found in the chest.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Zoltan looks back at the afflicted party members with a puzzled look. Hey you two, why so blue? We found what we came for so all is well. Turning his attention to the rest, the gladiator adds so any chance one of those keys opens the door?

"That is likely to be the third key, yes. Well done, Zoltan. I wouldn't have expected that from you. Master Aswander, I believe you still have the third key?"

the key in the red lacquered chest in the shape of a jewel scepter does indeed unlock the door. Outside the servant awaits, Congratulations, pathfinders, my master has left for the day. He has informed me he wants any keys left handed back over, you may keep the map and wand. He stares at the changed skin tones.

Where to next? I believe you still have the docks and the paracountess?

"The next closest destination is the Paracountess, if I recall correctly. We should make haste."

"I agree Arjunta; I'd hate to displease the Paracountess if even half of the rumors of her are true."

Vanyel tries to recall what he can of color-changing magic.

Knowledge (Arcana) check: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

"Brother Felinros, may I examine that?" The elf intones a rapid cantrip and concentrates on the wand.

Spellcraft check, incl. racial bonus: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26

Vanyel it is a prestidigitation spell and a wand of knock

Vanyel shakes his head with a small laugh. "Do you know, this wand would have opened the door for us by magic? At least this wretched color change was only a minor effect. Had I the correct spell prepared today I could have possibly undone it, but...." He shrugs.

"But it looks good on you; brings out the color in your eyes.", jokes Mathias, patting the elf on his back.

Zoltan brushes his hands off as the group walks out. Yeah, all right. Let's go see this stuffy noble and get it over with. Clearly not looking forward to the experience, the gladiator nevertheless follows the group onward.

You make your way to the Ivy District and come upon a magnificent gothic structure three stories tall. The eon lacquered double doors wrought with gleaming silver fixtures greet the characters, a prickly brass cone hanging from a chain serving as the door chime. Moments after ringing it , a servant in lose casual attire opens the door, greeting you again, as if you were expected.

You are led through well appointed siting rooms, ballrooms, and a grand stairway granting a view of an elaborate study, then you finally arrive on the third floor of the house, at the door of Zarta's personal study, which lies beyond her bedroom. Knocking upon the door and announcing his presence the servant opens the darkly stained wooden door.

A large intricate carpet dominates the marble floor in this sitting room. A chaise sits along the north wall and a desk spans the southeast corner, its chair positioned with its back to the southwest corner of the room. Three comfortable chairs are positioned around a small low, circular table.

Sitting in the chair behind the desk, Paracountess Zarta Dralneen regards you with a wry smile, putting away a few papers before standing to address the hopeful Pathfinders.

“Aldor, you are dismissed. Close the door behind you and attend to your other tasks.” She then turns her attention to the group. “It’s always so incredibly adorable when I see a freshfaced batch of Pathfinders. I mean, look at you scrumptious little teacakes. I could eat each and every one of you up. Well, maybe not you.” Zarta points. “I assume this isn’t a pleasure visit since most of you are terribly overdressed for that manner of occasion, so that must mean you are here for that trinket Valsin has been nagging me about. Seems I can’t get that man around these parts anymore,” she gestures, sliding her hand down her body and widening the gesture to sweep out and across the room as if her home were a secondary thought. “On the good side, he always sends me all the precious new recruits.

“Many think we in Cheliax serve and worship devils, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. In fact, we use the creatures for their power. They serve us and we sculpt their power in our own interests. The world must come to terms with the order of things. People need to know their place and operate accordingly. It is the only way to make order from this world. Too many people stretch too far beyond their station, making waves and eroding the true order.”

Bowing with one hand outstretched, Mathias greets the head Chelaxian contact within the Society. "It is an honor to meet you m'lady." Now standing up, trying to make himself look more grandiose compared to his other companions, the wizard continues. "You are correct; I hate to bother you, but we were assigned to recover the 'trinket' from you."

Vanyel bows in greeting. During the introduction to the Cheliax faction, he calls on his diplomatic training to keep his face still despite his thoughts, and does not attempt to compete with Mathias for the Paracountess' attention. Hmph. 'Order.' Imposed from above, it is highly overrated.

Was she pointing at me; about the lil' teacake I mean? Zoltan asks Brother Felinros quietly. Regardlerss, the muscular man looks back to Zarta just after Mathias speaks. Yep, Fancy Pants here is right. We're here to get that trinket you have in your vault and head back. Simple enough, eh?

Ah, if only, my muscular muffin as she saunters close to you and traces your forearm with her forefinger. You here a cacophany of crashes coming from the other room. You see my servant has been very naughty of late and he has the trinket. I am afraid you are going to have to get it from him. She walks over to her desk and pulls out a silver letter opener. Here one of you might need this to deal with him and hands it over to Mathias to decide.

Zoltan smiled and perked up a bit as the paracountess touched his arm, but then his brows furrowed and he looked towards the door as the crashing sounds was heard. Uh, that's your servant back there? You 'pecting us to talk to him or beat him up and take it?

Shinkeer steps toward the door and places a hand on the handle. Are we ready to go inside?

The paracountess merely sighs and says I'd prefer you not, those things are such a pain to summon and bargain with but, if you must I understand.

"We will not displease you m'lady."

Strutting off with as much bravado as he can muster, Mathias opens the door into her room.

...Ok....

Arjunta takes the offered letter opener, if no-one else does, before following Matthias into the room.

Brother Felinros remains oddly silently though the conversations with the noblewoman, although he moved as if to act defensively when the woman touched Zoltan. He squints his eyes when she mentions summoning and snaps, "What sort of creature is it that you summoned? I do not wish to bring friends unknowing into danger."

The paracountess comes up and gently carress your face Brother Felinros Ahh, my sweet, sweet priest, now I think is when your training comes into practice. She moves close, maybe a little uncomfortably close for you and whispers inches from your ear What is a lay devil summoned frequently by wizards and bound to them. They can make themselves invisible and are immune to fire?

Backing slightly away from the trampish noblewoman, Brother Felinros looks to his companions. "Mathias? Vanyel? Might you have insight that would allow us to prepare?"

Shinkeer shakes his head and loads an alchemical cartridge into his musket. I certainly don't know what to do, other than load this firearm.

"...."

Arjunta stands near the door, silver letter-opener in hand.

Knowledge (Planes) check: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

The elf nods. "From the description, that sounds like a--" Insert results of knowledge check here.

Knowledge: Planes 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Upon Arjunta's request, Mathias handed the weapon to him, figuring the intelligent Shoanti would have much better use of it than himself.

"But of course I would assume it was..." insert my better Knowledge results here :P

"Regardless, sheer numbers will come in handy if we must apprehend the servant forcefully, although I'm sure I can reason with the being."