Feral's Feast of Ravenmoor - Sanctioned PFS Module (Inactive)

Game Master Feral

Hearing Thror's ranting, one of the braver villagers steps forward and kick the dead monster. “We get things like this around here now and then. There’s bad magic in the ground here that the Dream Tender normally protects us from, but now and then, animals get the badness in them.”

A moment later a couple more villagers arrive to help the first haul the dead thing into one of the adjacent bonfires. The remains prove resistant to the flames.

Frostwinds holds up her hand the young Sylph speaks up.
"Please what is the Dream Tender?"

"More importtantly" Thror interjects eagerly "Where can we find it? We'd like to... have words with the entity"

Curses? Such things were common back home.

"This bad magic. Does it only infect animals? Or does it affect plant-life and infants as well?"

"Or even adults?"

The locals guffaw. "You city folk are so backwards. You call her 'Desna' I reckon. Ya know, goddess of dreams?"

Knowledge(religion) untrained: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10

"I never heard of it... but it may be. Those desnans are shifty enough to choose a name like that..."

Lucy "Hmmms".

I've never heard of her being called the dreamtender in all my studies, but Desna was never my focus.

She looks at the dead pig and suddenly her face turns furious.

Hold on. One of our members goes missing and you NEGLECT to mention that ANIMALS AND BEASTS RANDOMLY MUTATE INTO THAT?!

She dramatically points at the thing and steps forward, advancing on the crowd looking like she's leaking fury and menace.

intimidate: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26

HOW COULD YOU NEGLECT TO TELL US THAT?! OUR FRIEND COULD BE DEAD BECAUSE OF YOUR STUPIDITY!

She looks like she's struggling very hard to stay calm.

You incompetent rubes are going to tell us EXACTLY what's happen and what you know, and your going to do it now, or I'm gonna help the mad dwarf purge every last one of you from this village and hope that I get lucky enough to destroy the ones actually responsible for this.

She points to the dead pig monster again.

That is not just "Badness" in the ground! That is a curse! A bewitchment! A powerful one at that! So talk, and talk fast, before I lose my temper!

Vello smirks and then whispers to Kenza. "Lose her temper? Me think she already has."

Vello keeps an eye on the villagers and sees if any of them seems ready to talk.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Lucy? Throw a fit like a spoiled brat and lose her temper? Perish the thought! /s :)

The magus listens and smirks at how the companions behave.

Kenza looks at Vello in surprise. It's rare that other agents pay her much mind. She smiles slightly, having been thinking much the same thing herself. "This team is well-suited to making enemies." she whispers back. "Certainly makes my job harder."

"A very clear sight of fiendish possession" Thror states wisely nodding at Lucy

"She could make profitable use of an exorcism or two, followed by a long period of contemplation and repentance, if you ask me"

The villagers in the immediate vicinity are easily cowed by the intense Chelaxian woman. Those further out take the opportunity to excuse themselves and awkwardly make their way back into town.

”We’re sorry Miss. We didn’t think to mention it earlier. It didn’t seem important…” one offers sheepishly.

The one who is unfortunate enough to speak is also the one unfortunate enough to draw Lucy's direct ire. She stalks over to him, and it's only when she's standing right up next to someone that you notice that, just like her muscles, her height is decidedly unladylike as she stares down at the villager.

Didn't think it was important? Your village is semi-regularly beset by monstrosities mutated from your livestock and you didn't think it was IMPORTANT?! By his infernal fury this is why we have Hellknights in Cheliax, because trusting IDIOTS like you all to have enough commons sense to know which side of a sword is the pointy end is exercise in futility!

She massages the bridge of her nose as if staving off a headache and growls out threateningly.

Legends. Cursed areas. Places you are not suppose to go. I don't care how silly it sounds, spill it, now. We are pathfinders. It is LITERALLY our specialty to resolve such matters. Since whatever your doing to have Desna guard your land obviously isn't enough to SOLVE it, we'll have solve it for you.

She mutters something under her breath, and those with keen hearing can tell she says Of course an Asmodian has to clean up for the others. Typical.

"I'm sorry Miss!" the villager pleads. "The badness in the earth is somethin' we've been dealin' with for months. We don't know much more about it. The ones that don't burn we usually toss in the river. Maybe the mayor can answer your questions?"

Slowly the rest of the villagers begin to file back into the area. They once against give the party, especially Lucy, a wide berth.

"That's enough ugliness. It's about time for the Founders' Feast!" one of the returning villagers complains.

"We definitely need to talk to the mayor again. But I suspect we won't be able to until after this Founder's Feast. But we should keep alert for any more dangerous or suspicious activity."

The thought of eating something from this cursed place causes Kenza to curl her lip up in distaste. "I found I've lost my appetite," she mutters softly. Remembering her place she stays alert for further trouble, taking a seat at the feast tables only when her fellows do so.

Lucy does the same, looking to be in a foul mood the entire time as she looks out for the Mayor.

He must be here someplace she mutters.

The magus gives the half orc a knowing glance, like, we are in trouble with this group, but smirks.

"Despite her obvious possession the devil-girl is starting to make sense. We need to find that snake of a mayor and make him TALK!" Thror exclaims... and goes his separate way searching for the mayor as well...

Vello sighs as he watches Thror storm off, "I would like to be diplomatic first with the mayor before terrorizing him, but it looks like Thror likes going straight to intimidation."

Vello heads off as well, looking for the mayor.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Should I assume everyone bails on the feast in favor of tracking down the mayor?

Yep from my side

The party gets a few suspicious glances for leaving the festivities at their height but nobody has the courage to stop you from leaving.

Several minutes later the party arrives at the mayors manor again. This time the entrance is vacate as the mayor's brother is no longer tending the grounds.

As they reach the front door, Lucy glances about and holds her head with one hand and mutters.

Yeah yeah... nobodies around... I know their pathfinders, but that dwarf is.... Okay, shut up! Fine! You can come out, but if that dwarf stabs us don't say I didn't tell you so.

Lucy turns to Thror and sighs.

Look. Dwarf.... Thror. I get that your thing is "Kill all demons". But please remember with what your about to see that I am STILL a pathfinder, and remember your oath. Technically, I don't think she's a demon... technically... but I'm still in here, so don't get frisky with the weaponry okay?

Before he has a chance to respond, She draws her dagger and holds it out as her muscles begin to buldge and her eyes grow black.

I am thou, Thou Art I
Tho who art willing to preform all sacrilegious acts for thine own Justice!
Call upon my Name, and Release Thy Rage!
Show the Strength of thy will to ascertain all on thine own,
Though Thou be chained to Hell Itself!
COME FORTH! BLACK MAIDEN!

With that darkness begins to crawl and flow up and down her body from her eyes, and enwraps her for a moment before coalescing into someone that could easily be a entirely different woman...

Where Lucy was poise and aloof, this woman exudes power and strength. Where Lucy was sensual, this woman exudes a aura of dominance and power. The mask she wears is fletched with raven feathers that reach back into a headdress that makes it hard to tell where raven feathers end and hair begins, and she wears black armor flecked with speckles of glowing red, and a cape of raven feathers. Even her voice as she speaks is deeper, almost a bestial sound with a faint reverb to it. She once again holds the massive sword etched with glowing red runes.

Ah... some room to breath.

She looks at the pathfinders and does a mocking bow.

Hello. They call me the Black Maiden. Nice to finally meet you.

... I really don't know how Thror could/should respond to this development... Or I do know but I need to find a way to make this work XD

Sorry to put you in a pickle! Unlike most vigilantes, Lucy is a splintered soul, so I can't actually use her abilities of her social form in vigilante form and vice versa! I can get away with being in the "wrong" form a bit, but not nearly as effective, so no just "Staying" in social form or vigilante form like some builds do.

Kenza seems completely unconcerned with this strange event. She waits for the others to keep moving so she can continue to protect them.

When they do proceed, Kenza walks closer to Frostwind than she did before, clearly judging that Lucy is stronger than previously predicted, and Frostwind remains most in need of protection.

Vello looks intrigued by the sudden change in Lucy and approaches her and eyes her appraisingly. "Interesting. Is this some type of possession or perhaps a metamorphic change accompanied by a split personality."

I once had a 2E AD&D character that was a Psionicist who specialized in Metamorphism powers. He had a split personality and his appearance changed based on which personality was 'active' at the time. That was a long time ago though. Pre-2000s.

I like to leave it ambiguous which it is... Is Lucy insane and just have some magic to prop it up, or is it a possession by something darker? Who knows! Not a lot of therapists on golarian to figure it out.

Black Maiden leans on her sword a bit and shrugs.

Eh, Lucy's the one with all the book learning. Hasn't quite figured it out yet. Best I can figure, she was trying to make a contract with Asmodeous for power, riches, glory, you know, the usual... and she got me instead.

She gives a grin that is DEFINITLY to wide for her face, and her canines seem to be larger than they should be.

Could be that I'm a demon, but anti-possession spells don't shunt me out, and Paladins don't try to stick me if I can get them to use that funny "Bad guys to kill" vision they got. Same with priests, holy water, you name it. Can't get rid of me. I got memories and talents Lucy don't, but no idea what I am. Just what I like to do.

She lifts the massive sword easily and licks the blade in a manner that would have been seductive for Lucy and instead just comes off incredibly creepy and gives that much to wide grin.

And that's kill &(*$. Turns out, lots of things in this world that need killing. Doesn't matter to me if it's demon or angel, but I've found people tend ta pat ya on the back and pay you when ya kill demons, and get real upset when you kill angels, so demon slaying it is.

She turns to Thror and leans on her blade.

Whata say Thror? Want ta help me hunt down and slaughter some demons? They scream something real pretty if ya hit them with the good old Paladin smiting before ya stick 'em.

For a long moment Thror keeps silent, his face grim...

"Possession. What did I tell you? Fiendish possession most foul! By all that is right and just I should smite you here and now, creature! Yet I'm sworn not to do harm onto other pathfinders, your misguided host... which leaves me in a pickle admittedly. So... here's my solution to this dilemma. If we survive this case despite the uncountable hordes of demon worshippers working against us THIS VERY MOMENT, we'll get you to a priest of Torag for exorcism. As for demon slaying... that is always a good thing, but talking sweetly to me is not going to change my mind about your exorcism, creature!"

The Black Maiden keeps giving that way to wide grin.

Perfectly fine by me! Haven't had a priest of Torag try the old razzle dazzle, it'll be interesting to see how it goes! Come on, let's go kill some demons!

She... SKIPS forward, whistling a funeral dirge.

Vello approaches the entrance to the Mayor's house and sees if the door is locked.

Frostwind just shakes her head and follows!

Thror advances on the door and smashes his fist into it, making it creak with the force of his blows:"Open this door! We've come for the TRUTH and this time you won't wiggle your way out of telling us what your role is in our colleague's disappearance!" he shouts.

Neither the door or anyone within the structure answer Thror's demand for an audience.

Opens the door if he can. "Calm down Thror. Stealth might be the best route here at the moment."

Dats some trick he says as he looks over the new arrival.

Kenza waits with the others while Thror yells and makes a spectacle of himself again, being sure to stay close to Frostwind. She listens and watches for movement within the house.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

The front door is solidly locked.

Kenza does a quick lap around the building. She confirms there are no other easy entry points.

If you want to get in you’re going to have to wait for someone to show up or break in.

Lucy walks up to the door and takes her sword and swings with all her might.

KNOCK KNOCK!

Damage: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (2, 4) + 7 = 13

Damage: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (3, 4) + 7 = 14

Unless it's a specialty door, that should do it.

Lucy stands in front of the now ruined and chopped door.

Looky! A self opening door! Handy!

She kicks the remaining pieces out of the way and strides in.

Subtly apparently is not Black maiden's cup of tea.

Looking at the Black Maiden ways Frostwind just shrugs and follows.
They will alienate the whole town against us.

"Let's do this. The demon lover must be hiding somewhere near here!" Thror says as he studies the entrance hall...

Perception check: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23Plus the usual bonuses for being a dwarf and dealing with stonework

The door is sturdy but falls like kindling to the Maiden's blade.

The interior of the home is dark and cluttered with lightly used furniture. A humanoid figure standing near the back of the entry turns to face the party as they force their way inside. "He said I couldn't kill you earlier. He's not here to stop me now..." it says in a familiar voice.

Black Maiden: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Frostwind: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Kenza: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Remy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Thror: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Vello: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Bad Guys: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

The figure draws a long blade and beckons. "Come outsiders..."

The party is up.

Can't open the map. Google tells me the page does not exist

Thror searches for the the person who just spoke and answers:"Your wish is my command, demon lover!"

Thror is half mad but not stupid, he won't risk a charge if surrounded by several opponents at once. I need to know what Thror can see (with darkvision, if needed) before deciding how to act

Can you try the link again? Thror can see the whole room. There's one guy that he recognizes as the mayor's brother.

Map works now.

Vello winces as the door is busted down. He prefers the more stealthy route, but he figures this works too.

He steps into the building, seeing the Mayor's brother. "Try not kill him. We can question if he is alive." He then raises his hand and sends a burst of cold kinetic energy at the brother.

Cold Blast (Range Touch): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Cold Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Move: 10'
Standard: Attack

Black maiden runs up to the man, her great blade cracking with energy.

Dirty Trick: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23 To blind

As she swings the blade, it suddenly flashes with glowing red light, the red light burning light a laser beam directly into the man's eyes.

Come on big boy... kill me.. I'm right here... but maybe I'm over here...

She's giggles and sighs softly as she dances from foot to foot.

Oooh... does it hurt? I know it must burn.... mmmm...