DaWay's PFS Quest for Perfection (Inactive)

Game Master DaWay

The Pathfinder Society has turned its attention to the Ruby Phoenix Tournament—a world-renowned fighting competition, held once every ten years in the city of Goka on the eastern continent of Tian Xia. More specifically, the Decemvirate is interested in the incredible prizes available to the tournament’s winner—a choice of treasure from the legendary vaults of Hao Jin, the Ruby Phoenix herself. As part of the preparations for the tournament, Pathfinder Society agents have been deployed across the Inner Sea and beyond to seek out forgotten lore, allies, and magical items to be used by the Society’s tournament representatives.

Venture-Captain Amara Li, leader of the Lantern Lodge and Goka native, has uncovered information about one such item hidden amid the reaches of the Wall of Heaven—an Iroran relic known as the Braid of a Hundred Masters. Organizing the search from her base in the Dragon Empires, she intends to send a group of Pathfinders to the high mountain range in search of the braid’s ancient home: the Clouded Path Monastery. The two-week-long journey to the mountains began in the cosmopolitan city of Goka, passed through the surrounding villages and farmlands, and led thousands of feet up into the tallest mountain range on Golarion; all that remains is the final day’s journey up from the base camp.

Getting up early to perform her devotions as the sun was rising, Ciarra attained the sense of peace and light that enabled her to cast her spells with little difficulty. There was nothing quite as refeshing as the crisp mountain air on a sunny morning she thought to herself as she set about gently waking any of her pathfinder companions that were still sleeping.

A short time later on the road...

"...and the moral of the story is 'never toy with ladies' cutlery, especially if the Lady is a priestess of Calistria!' Hah!" It's not the first time Maximo has told the story on the long journey from Goka. The story is slightly different each time it is retold. It always has cultists (Besmaran, Calistrian, and Lissalan, though who the main villain is seems to change), a poisoned dagger, usually a golem, and sometimes the far-fetched encounter with a basilisk in the sewers.

While the possibility exists that he is refining it for a Chronicle, it is more likely that he's simply forgotten the first few times he's told it.

Handsome and distinguished, Maximo is past his middle years, though still spry. He has dark hair and beard just starting to show gray and wears armor and a military uniform of Taldor style, but without emblem or rank. Though seeming a little addled, Maximo is extremely friendly to all and seems completely without judgement. He didn't even bat an eye when the imposing Wreck joined the party.

"So, my friends, I have quite lost track of the time. Are we nearly there? I am in desperate need of a glass of fine wine and a warm bath. By Shelyn, I think I nearly match the odor of an ogre's toe-fungus!"

Wreck grunts as he is woken up. Yawning and stretching. Then he looks up at the person waking him up

ullo uman ... Uhm... wreck don't think pretty lady is uman... what is you pretty lady?

He looked at her, a bit puzzled, then he starts to get his gear and armor

Ciarra giggles at Wrecks' question

"no, I'm not human. I'm an Aasimar."

She leans conspiratorially forward and whispers

"I'm part angel"

Ciarra giggles again, winks at Wreck and moves off to wake the others.

"Good morning Maximo, yet another day's journey ahead of us. I hope you have more tales to make the road less monotonous"

Her sky blue eyes sparkling with excitement, Ciarra packed up her stuff and sat braiding her golden waist length hair.

Wreck moved his lips, trying out the word, struggling he chuckles

Wreck just say marmar lady then

Looking up at the human he smirk

Yes, uman tell stories while on road, Wreck likes to listen to stories

Alie had risen early, always on edge when she had an upcoming mission. She packed and repacked her gear, and proceededto head to the briefing.

After getting her mission, the gnome trotted alongside with the rest of the group. After a brief introduction, and a bit of discussion about their talents, Alie was groaning. "After the last mission, I didn't even have time to sneak off to Oppara and see the opera. I am getting less and less time off...i don't know about the rest of you."

Wreck looked down at the small female and laughed

Small one funny! Wreck likes missions from boss uman. Wreck gets to fight, like Gorum fights. So job is fun!

He hits his armor proudly, grunting then laughing again

"Apparently, we've got slightly different tastes, big guy. I'm not much for fighting...you can handle that for me. I'll do the talking for us. How does that sound," she asks, patting him on the knee.

He nods, lifting his visor, a big friendly grin on his tattooed face

Wreck says ok! Wreck not good talker, axe talks better than Wreck.

"no Wreck, my name is Ciarra. Just call me Ciarra. Ki-a-Ra"

Smiling at Alie Ciarra sighed

"I'm afraid I get too much time off between missions. The society has deemed it beneficial for me to continue my studies at the temple and so I spend a majority of my time there, training. I don't get to go on half as many missions as I would like to"

Keee aan rrraaa.... nope, wreck still thinks marmar better

He smirked

Zinkio woke up early, not for praying but for making his kata. Since he joined a temple his life changed and he quit his lazy life as an enforcer for a more organized one as a monk.

It was the first time since he joined the Pathfinder that he come back to Tian Xa. He was from a city of Quain.

It was good and strange at the same time. His missions were clear and he hoped to fulfill all of them.

The half oni is not tall but all muscle. He has the average size of the human of the Dragons Empire, but his heritage marked him as a monstrosity or an anomaly. That's why he counts more on his strength than his charisma to be listen. He had no armor and except for a few wands, potions and other classical stuff he had only one weapon a strange one made of three part each one linked by a short chain.

During the trip he rarely smile to the joke of Maximo, he always bore a mask of quiet serenity and speak little. Just saying his name, Zinkio

Gregor wakes up and prepares for his first mission since Grandmaster Torch's betrayal. Not being a member of the Shadow Lodge isn't something he thought he'd ever have to deal with; but if he can't root out corruption from within the Lodge the least he can do is help these damned fool Eagle Knights with their crusade for liberty and justice for all.

At least being this far from civilization will help cleanse my pallet...

no Wreck, you had it. Ki-a-Ra. Besides what if we meet another aasimar lady, then we won't know who you're talking to

Looking around at all her companions she asked

so does anyone know when we'll actually arrive?

Soon

Respond Zinkio

It will be two weeks since we leave Goka so if our informations are good we must be on more than one day to our objective.

Somebody know how to used this ? It's a wand of mage armor in case their is à fight I will be better of someone uses it on me

"Ah, I know exactly how to use that wand, Zinkio. Want me to use a charge on you now? It will last for roughly an hour."

Zinkio gave the Wand to Alie.

He bowed to her in thanks then added

Yamatsumi save his Wrath, no. Use it only when we know danger it will be. Only time and weather is danger here, so no need for it.

Then after a quick silence he said

If you need protection, use it if you want

Sorry for my precedent post, but my iPad was on French position and mess up with its auto correction

Wreck looks around. It was quiet and peaceful. Wreck was getting antsy

Wreck bored... what do us do? Just walk and walk.... wreck wants to fight. Anyone here who wants to fight with wreck?

Ciarra quickly but inconspicuously puts as many people between her and Wreck. Bored fighters are great when there is something scary ahead of you, but she didn't want to be too close if he had no way of relieving his frustrations at the moment.

Zinkio looked at Wreck and said

Patience is one of the greatest virtue of a fighter.

Then go back to his silence

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

Gregor raises an eyebrow quizzically as Ciara draws closer to him...then he notices her reaction to Wreck's comment and helps her to put some distance between the two.

Feel free to make Knowledge (Geography) and Diplomacy/Knowledge (Local) checks.

Having finally made the trip to the base camp in the low mountains on the edge of the Wall of Heaven, a trip that has taken 2 weeks, from Goka. Your sherpas hired by the the Lantern Lodge, Xue ho and Hai Xuan, reaches its destination without incident. They inform you that the ascent should take a full day of climbing if they follow the prescribed path and do not need to rest along the way. They also tell you that the Clouded Path Monastery lies at an altitude of approximately 5,200 ft above mean sea level.

The base camp site, only a few hundred feet above the forest line that covers the lower reaches of the Wall of Heaven, offers a panoramic view of the surrounding farmlands, far below. The half-flooded terraced farmlands appear silver and mirrored in the late afternoon light. The camp itself is little more than a trio of unmaintained wooden shacks surrounding the remnants of a large firepit and a fallen wooden corral fence to the east.

K. Local: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Diplomacy 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22

Alie, upon reaching the base camp, called out to the others. "Take a moment to take in this scenery. It's beautiful, isn't it," she asks, as she glances out at the rolling farmlands.

Alie see Gregor's spoiler plus:

Alie informs the others watch she could glean about the yeti. "Why are they heading so far into the lower lands, I wonder? Do the monks know? Maybe they'd be interested," she rambles as she ponders the questions raised.

"Hmm.. at such an altitude, perhaps a wardrobe change is in order?"

Seems like it might get cold up that high.Should we purchase cold weather outfits? And can we?

I'll say you took care of it before you left two weeks ago.

Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

My ancestry protect me from the cold

Then he turned to Alie and said

Yes you're right

And he sat in lotus position face to the landscape

Maximo's not paying as much attention as a Pathfinder normally should, but when Alie speaks, he happily adds his voice and opinions to her words.

Diplomacy Aid Another: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24 Pretty sure that's automatic regardless, but if a separate roll is needed, I guess use this one.

Zinkio and Maximo refer to the two above spoilers.

Wreck stretches, metal on metal can be heard as his painted full plate moves with his rather blocky body

Finally! Wreck can eat and drink... walking far is not fun for wreck if wreck can't fight... so wreck take next best thing!

The half orc laughs and goes to find a place to fill his stomach and wet his lips

Maximo laughs at Wreck's words. "My big friend, I quite agree! Walking is quite dull, but good for the circulation!" The old man performs a couple stretches to demonstrate, then lunges into a classic dueling pose. "Though to get the blood truly flowing, I've found that swinging cold steel is best. Perhaps you and I might take a few passes, hmm?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Knowledge Geography: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Coming to stand next to Alie Ciarra admires the view.

"can you believe the world is so beautiful"

She murmurs almost as if speaking to her self. Completely lost and drinking in the scenery for the moment.
Then she snaps out of her trance and turns around to the rest of the group.

"Any ideas on how to fortify the camp against wandering beasties that roam the night?"

Wreck lifts his helm, revealing a very excited face

old uman wants to fight wreck? Wreck no say no. Wreck likes fighting. Fun and makes wreck feel good, gorum also likes fighting, gorum helps wreck lots!

so we just roll to hit, no damage rolls

"As a devoted follower of Shelyn I must admit that I am a lover, not a fighter." Maximo grins as he unlimbers a warhammer and shield. "But I am a fighter too, so don't get any ideas! Haha!"

With a bow, Maximo gives Wreck the initiative.

Wreck smirks and lowers his helm's visor

i like you uman. Waaaah!

Wreck raises his axe and charges

Mock Charge Attack: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27

The world is, as good and evil is or law and chaos. Everything is beautiful in the eyes of somebody

Responded Zinkio to Ciarria

As for the camp, I think one of the old shaks and a good fire will be sufficient as scheduled a watch between us

Maximo smiles as Wreck charges. "Impressive, I must saOOOF!"

Wreck's blow lands squarely into the old warrior and sends him spinning about twice before he catches his balance. Rubbing his ribs, Maximo chuckles and looks at his shield. "Against that axe, this poses little defense. Best not mar the symbol of Shelyn in a mock battle." He drops the shield and his warhammer, then reaches back to unlimber the greatsword from the scabbard over his shoulder. "This is the sword of my ancestors. I call it Big Love." Though it looks too large for the man, he swings it with decent skill...

Mock Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

...and it clangs against Wreck's decent armor. Maximo looks at the big orc with round eyes. "Oh."

"Boys and their sword battles," Alie mutters as she rolls her eyes. "If one of you hits me, I'll turn you into a butterfly," she groans, much over exaggerating her magical capabilities.

Gregor chuckles at Alie's butterfly comment...then begins to wonder if she was serious.

As the group sets up camp, and mocks fight please give me your perception checks with the appropriate modifiers for being distracted.

Perception 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Distracted is -5 I believe?
Perception: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (5) - 4 = 1

Perception: 1d20 - 6 ⇒ (3) - 6 = -3

Wreck laughs as he enjoys the fight

Old uman fights well, but Wreck fights better!

He swings his axe again

Mock Attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

I'm not participating in the mock fight...but I never stated that I was ignoring it either. Feel free to modify my result as you see fit.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 - 5 ⇒ (20) + 9 - 5 = 24

Zinkio returned in his meditative stance