GM Burglar's 5-06: You Have What You Hold (Inactive)

Game Master mechaedd

A Pathfinder Society Scenario designed for levels 3–7.

As an act of retribution, an enemy of the society begins hiring river pirates to waylay Pathfinder boats bound for the crusader nation of Mendev. Unless the Pathfinders can track down the party responsible and put an end to their piracy, the raids may spell the doom of the society’s ambitions to the north.

Content in "You Have What You Hold" also contributes directly to the ongoing storyline of the Sczarni faction.

Written by Sean McGowan.

Calling VC: Venture-Captain Holgarin Smine.

Still-mourning-his-bird-dot.

Did not level and most of my money was spent on the Raise.

Spent money making his Great Axe Furious!

I'm not holding anything, so I must not have anything...dot

Nice, Varg. Gonna have to change your name to "the vegimatic". Omrax bought a haversack, otherwise unchanged and us ready .

Desmond greets the party with a wide grin and a pretty good shiner on his left eye. "You should see the other guy."

“Topiary? What next … gazebo, onomatopoeia, cushion? You’ve made all those words up, haven’t you, Zynep!”

Can you believe Luisila is arguing with her sister again? She is trying to establish the name of the plant creature the group fought in Magnimar, for her submission to the next issue of the Pathfinder Chronicles.

“For your information Zynep, I know plants. I even had a client supplying cut flowers to Korvosa’s Green Market name an Avistani rose creeper after me. I was quite touched, until Ernest read me the catalogue entry …”

“Not very good in a bed, but fine up against a wall.”

"Oh hello there Desmond! And Luisila! It's good to see you two again!"

"Look at what I found!" the sylph says excitedly, holding out his fist. He drops a worm covered in dirt and grime into Luisila's hand.

Refreshed after a quick visit with her sister, Luisila enters the Tymonese Pathfinder Lodge’s briefing room singing an old Calistrian party hymn.

♪♫ I get up … and nothing gets me down.
You got it tough? I’ve seen the toughest around. ♪♫

Perform (Sing): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

She stops in front of Desmond, looks him in the eye and says with an amused smile.

“Walked into a door, right Des?”

She continues over to Varg and leans back-to-back into the big Ulfen, with her arms crossed continuing …

♪♫ Can’t you see me standing here?
I’ve got my back against the wreckin’ machine. ♪♫

She straightens up and holds out her hand for Súrë’s gift (?) She watches the Golarion-worm wriggling around in her palm, leaving what she guesses are samples of the River Kingdom’s tired soil in her hand. The priestess doesn’t mind the mess.

Knowledge (Nature): 0 = 0

Luisila looks up into the sylph’s enthusiastic face questioningly. She is without clue.

“Do you want to take me fishing, Súrë?”

"Fishing? Well maybe later. I just thought it was a cool-looking worm. Don't you think so? You can keep it if you like, I'll find another."

"Squawk!" Ilivan chimes in.

“It is without word of a lie, the finest worm I have ever been given as a present in my life.”

“Thank-you, Súrë.”

I’m clearly one of the early birds. Oh, and here’s another!

“Good morning, Ilivan! It’s lovely to see you. I must say you’re looking much better than the last time I saw you.” Luisila gives the big bird a scratch on the head.

The half-elven cleric then hunts around for some damp tissue paper or something to keep the worm in until she can decide what to do with it. She slips it into one of the many-pockets of her explorer’s outfit.

Take 10 Perception: 10 + 17 = 27

For a city founded upon bloody combat traditions, Tymon is surprisingly docile. Weapons are invariably peace-bonded, there is a lack of muscle-flexing machismo in the streets—even public disputes are scarcer than in comparably large settlements. Rule of law here is strong, perhaps, or else violent urges are simply sated vicariously through the famed Arena of Aroden.

Whatever the cause, little impedes the swift journey to Smine’s Weaponworks, locally famous as a place of business but secretly also a Pathfinder lodge. The sound of ringing steel and the withering heat of the forge through an open sliding door identify the stone structure as readily as its well-painted but soot-stained sign. Several apprentices work blades in various stages of completion, and at the largest work area toils a smiling dwarf: famed weaponsmith and venture-captain Holgarin Smine. He glances up under singed eyebrows, never missing a beat as he says, "Ah. It’s you. A moment." After putting some final touches on a spearhead, quenching it in water, and nodding approvingly after a brief appraisal, he unties his apron and opens the door into the adjoining building.

Within a few minutes, Smine has set out simple (but delicious) refreshments such as bread and cheese in a much cooler kitchen, inviting all in with a wave. "Forgive me for not asking about your journey. Love the details, but those can wait. Someone’s picking a fight—with us," he divulges in broken sentences reminiscent of the staccato clanging of the adjacent forge. "You might know we’re committed to supporting Mendev. Important business, that. Worldwound expanding, wardstones failing. Not good for anyone. So when we send supplies north and they’re stolen, it gets our attention. And that’s been happening. Months now. Boat after boat heading up the Sellen, attacked, looted—always a few days out of Tymon. Now, River Kingdoms shipping isn’t always chancy; brigands on the water are nothing new. Not like this, though."

"And it isn’t all shipping. Just ours. Someone is targeting us." The dwarf, hands cleaned of the dirt of the forge, picks up a dinner roll. "It’s my job to get to the bottom of this, and I have a notion how. Been told you lot were just what I needed." He rips the bun in half, and places some cheese inside and begins to eat. "So here’s what’s going to happen. We’re not just going to find these pirates; we’re going to flush ’em out. They want to hit Pathfinders? Pathfinders can hit, too. They’ll think they’ve got another soft supply boat, but the cargo will be you. Ready to fight." He grins before concluding, "You’re bait. But you’re bait that bites back." He begins eating his impromptu cheese sandwich. "Questions?"

"See, Luisila: now we're the worms!" Súrë begins giggling like a little kid.

"See, Luisila: now we're the worms!" Súrë begins giggling like a little kid.

lol Luisila *facepalms* but recovers quickly. She's getting used to Súrë!

The priestess finds herself warming to the new Venture-Captain.

He seems to value hard work and straight-talk. We ARE bait – but at least he’s up front about it.

The half-elf speaks in a serious tone. “It seems odd that only Pathfinder shipping is targeted. Almost like … someone is letting our enemy know which ships to hit.”

“Is it possible there is a leak somewhere in our organization in Tymon? Finding and interrogating opposing agents might make our job easier.”

“Who operates the boat we’re travelling on? Are we expected to do that ourselves? Any idea of numbers or tactics of the pirates?”

Luisila can’t help mother-henning her companions a little.

“Guys, as we’re going to be operating on ships, I would think carrying Air Crystals and Potions of Touch of the Sea might be a useful precaution.”

Any suspicions as to who may be the thieves?

Spies!

"Doubt it. Entire crews are hard to keep quiet. Asking around the docks, you can learn who's who." Smine begins to put together another sandwich. "But not who's hitting our ships. Already done. Must not be shipping out from here."

Boat?

"I’m hiring one. Get word to you shortly on which. Know a few boat-owners who’ll go along for the right price. You’ll have a pilot to sail it; you just need to fight. Find out the thieves hideout. End this debacle. Don't care about the methods. Only results."

Smart ideas

"Bout that. I’ve put out word there’s a major shipment headed upriver. Should get their attention. You can help with that too. Make yourselves look soft. Hit the taverns. Look like landlubbers. Probably are, anyway, so it shouldn’t be difficult. Drink hard, and look like you’re shipping out hung-over. Spread a good cover story. Make them overconfident. Make them lose their focus." He finishes this sandwich. "That said, don't go unprepared. Don't make your cover the truth."

Thieves ID?

"Nope. Just that they hit us exclusively. What you're here for."

"What has happened to the crews? No witnesses to question I assume. All shipments or only those carrying specific cargo? We will get to the bottom of this sir."

Omrax turns to Luisila,...

"Lady Luisila, good plan. I have but one air crystal. I will purchase another and one of the sea potions as well, if they can be found here. "

"Squawk!" contributes Ilivan.

"Squawk." agrees the sylph.

Desmond's been holding a piece of meat to his bruised face in an effort to reduce the swelling, "Or whatever it's s'posed to do." As VC Smine explains the duties expected, the ranger hands the chunk of beef to his wolf, Sahrek. With the bruising starting to subside, Desmond is able to open his eye wide enough to see clearly.

He smiles, "I like this idea. Surprise these bastards." I'd bet Guaril would find this information useful....

He agrees with Luisila and Omrax, "Yeah, I can memorize an air bubble spell. Not so sure what these Air Crystals are."

"Well, I'm ready to get out and play the fool. Maybe should pick up a couple of those touch of the sea potions first. Oh wait, are we gonna have some valuable cargo on the boat - or is it just us? Should we be dropping hints about what kind of shipment we're takin'?"

What do?

"Whatever you think will work. Come up with a story now if you want. Boat will have some crates, if you want. Think I got some in the back. I'd recommend doing whatever it is you'll do around the Flooded Sands. Full of sailors, sure to get word around." He looks to Omrax. "Yeah, plenty of places to buy things like that. Water caravans passing through usually have stuff like that."

Yeah...drinking, and actin' a 'fool. I can handle that!

Desmond: Correct, if it helps you understand it that way. Other interpretations for "failing" a Swim attempt could be "You try to dive off something, but you instinctively keep yourself afloat enough to not garner enough attention" or "You do actually start to drown, but someone saves you, and that person happens to be part of the crew tomorrow / is another PC" etc. It all depends on how silly I'm feeling what I can think up at the moment. I encourage you all to help describe other people's failures; it should prove to be less work for me a good team-building exercise.

Do note that just because you don't need Bluff for this lying attempt, doesn't mean you can't use it.

"Thanks Sir Varg. I am not sure I can be convincing I those aspects,"

Desmond claps his hands together in excitement. "Varg, care to join me for some 'refreshements' at the nearest watering hole?"

Clapping the barbarian on his back, Desmond gives a sharp whistle and Sahrek follows along.

"Alright, I think I have an idea to help draw the right attention to our boat..."

Varg, I hop you don't mind that I assume you join Desmond and Sahrek.

When the pair arrive at the nearby tavern, the ranger sets himself at the bar and orders a pint of brew. "And one for my buddy here," he adds, indicating Varg.

After slapping down the necessary coin for payment on the bar, Desmond takes a long draught from his pint. "Varg, I can't believe the Society's sending guys like us on this stupid run up the river to who-knows where. I dunno 'bout you, but I ain't too good on a boat."

Desmond finishes off his pint and turns around. "Well, least I got ol' Sahrek to come with us. Best Gorram guard-dog you ever seen, he is! I'd like to-(hic), like to-(hic), like to see someone try to get past HIM!"

Without waiting a beat, Desmond raises his voice again, "Don' believe me, do ya Varg!?" Desmond points at the barbarian, "Whell, lemme show you!"

Handle Animal+Link: 1d20 + 8 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 8 + 4 = 30

Desmond walks over and grabs Sahrek by the scruff, dragging him to the middle of the tavern.

"Watch. And. Learn." Desmond tells Varg (the crowd).

"Sahrek, HEEL." The wolf, instead of heeling and following his master, lays down on the ground and licks himself.

"What? Sahrek, STAY" The wolf immediately arises and turns to Varg, growling menacingly.

"Why you good-for-nuthin'...Sahrek, DOWN!" The wolf leaps up onto Desmond, knocking him down and licking the ranger's face. "Hey! Stop, you just had that tongue on your...Gyah!"

In a storm of frustration, Desmond drags the wolf back outside. "No worries Varg! I'm sure he'll be right by morning!"

1 silver for the two pints - does that sound right?

The above is exactly what I'm looking for for posts relevant to this section. At first glance, I thought "I don't think you can give fake orders to your dog," but then rationalized it as knowing the commands word it doesn't know and using hand gestures it will to get the results you wanted. Bien!

And as far as drink, yup, right on the nose for mead.

Oh good. I also meant to put in a line for Desmond to say, something about him being a lowly farmer (which is his Day Job, so I felt it would be justified), but alas, typing this up at work with all the inherent distractions caused me to leave it out.

Before heading to the bar, Súrë finds another couple worms, a few beetles, and few ants. He promptly puts them in a small box in his bag.

Súrë follows the boys to the bar and orders an ale. After about two sips he begins to feel light-headed.

"Yes, they've put me in charge of ship navigation and setting up camps at night. I'm very knowledgeable about getting around in the wild and making sure everyone is safe at night and that no wild creatures come after us."

He fishes around in his pack for a small wooden box. He begins to unfold it and show the other patrons his butterfly collection.

"Oh yes, I spend much of my time out on the plains or climbing trees. I especially love the butterflies and I collect the interesting ones I see." As he lays out the collection of butterflies he also includes his new additions. "I can name any butterfly, insect, plant, or animal in this region."

KN (nature): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

or

Survival: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14

Desmond's attempt at animal control is taken with the laughter it deserves.
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Súrë eventually arrives to the Flooded Sands, which by his arrival, has filled with people of many sorts. He finds a table and gets buzzed immediately. Many of the sailors scoff and laugh at his "butterflies," until a grizzled old man with a mithral eye who carries many clay jars approaches. He waves his hands around at all the patrons and chastises them. "Idiots! All of you!"

He picks a rock he acquired as a setting piece and puts it in the palm of his hand and speaks to them. "You fools know nothing of the natural world, but this man! A savant! A genius with the eyes of an eagle!" He then closes his hand and seemingly crushing the rock. "This here's a Norgorban Beetle of Ascension!" He releases his hand, and out flies a small beetle, though it is now of a faintly-glowing silver on a black shell that makes no noise as it flies. It flashes twice before seemingly winking out of existence, though the flashing continues (with no obvious source.)

"Yes, sir! Nobody's ever found one of these in the presence of a licensed True Entomologist of Golarion League! Not until now, at least!" He flashes a badge, which identified him of his very nerdy super-club. He turns to Súrë and continues, still quite loud. "Your name will go down in the books for this one!" He takes one of the jars and scoops though the air, as if a bug were flying there (which ceases the on-and-off glowing.) "They say those who find said Beetles of Ascension are blessed by the Ascended above! Meet with me before the week is through and I will be sure to get all of your information down."

The more perceptive individuals present notice a few patrons have weaseled their way out of the tavern after the emergence of the bug and its significance, but have otherwise avoided any detection.

Varg drinks heartily with Des.

Another two...buuuurp...if ya will?

Varg plops a silver on the bar for two mnore meads.

I'm not fer boats meself, but I can climb like a monkey. Doesna' all boats have sails and rope thingies?

Varg chugs his second mead, then belches again loudly before stepping away from the bar with a bit of an unsteady step.

I will bet....buuuuurp...anyone 5 silvers that I can shimmy up the front of this place across the top and down the back in less than 5 minutes...right after another.

He chugs the second mead he just bought, and throws 5 sp on the bar.

BUUUUUURP! Any takers?

He will wait a moment, and even without any, he saunters unsteadily out the front door, hoping a crowd gathers.

He then feigns climbing up the front by falling twice to the ground before dusting himself off and heading back in.

I'm guessin' that I may be no help on this damn boat...I need another pint.

bluff: 1d20 ⇒ 18

I will take any falling damage for the two falls.

climb: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

Though convincing of his ability to fall, Varg fails to gather even a few people, as a quiet stir gathers inside the tavern. "Did you see? He talked about the Reaper of Reputation, and then some men vanished! Maybe they were from from Daggermark?" "I bet someone 'removed' when the man was speaking! It was quite a distraction! He's probably a killer himself!" "I don't trust the look in his eye...", and other talk of assassins and whatnot.

Omrax will try to approach local sailors to show him how to tie knots and the other skills of the trade.

He actually has a couple ranks in sailing. He is actually being truthful rather than a con, which goes against his character. He will don his leather armor and a dagger.

"Anybody here willing to teach a novice sailor some tricks of the trade? I am just learning the ropes so to speak and likely will be doing most of the work by the looks of the other two they just put on my crew. " he gestures towards the inebriated fighters.

diplomacy : 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16

"Smine-san told me since we were late again that he was not going to repeat himself and that I would find the other members of my group here. They should be able to fill us in on what the mission is." Asuna thinks to herself as she pushes open the front door to reveal the chaos inside the tavern. Seeing no one familiar inside, she inwardly groans. "I have no idea who any of these people are. Hopefully one of them has a wayfinder."

Making her way inside of the tavern, the blonde woman begins to visually search the patrons looking for any telltale signs of affiliation.
Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Bazresh strides into the bar, glaring at anyone who makes eye contact. Sitting down next to Des and Varg, Baz orders a glass of wine and sips at it, while grumbling. Lead the men on the boat they say! I hate the water! Last time we were on a boat it sank...swore I'd never step foot on a boat again. Seeing Sure, Baz turns knocking over his wine with his elbow as he stalks over to the sylph.

Can we take ten? If so, Baz will take ten for 20 on Bluff

Getting to Sure's table, he grabs the druid by the ear and yanks him up from his chair. I told you to quit playing with those bugs! You sank our boat last time trying to catch those damned fish! So help me, if I catch you slacking this time, I'll throw you right into the river!

T10 Intimidate for 22

Edit: Reading back through the veil-piercing, I am guessing we need to roll our checks

Bluff: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
Intimidate: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22

Luisila has a Wayfinder clipped to her belt, Asuna.

On the way to the tavern, Luisila eyes Súrë’s collection of bugs warily. She puts her nose very close to the sylph’s and points her index finger at him.

“I’d better not find one bug in my bedroll, Súrë. I don’t serve the Goddess of Turn the Other Cheek, you know.”

There is a short delay before Luisila enters the tavern. During that time she visits the naval stores area and buys alchemist’s kindness (1gp). Once she enters the tavern she drops 5 sp on the bar saying.

“Honey Mead for me, barkeep. And keep ‘em coming ‘til I say stop.”

8cp each – that should be enough for half a dozen meads, GM Burglar.

The priestess then reports to Sailing Master, Súrë and snaps off a salute.

“Sir, I attended the naval stores as ordered. The armourer regrets to say he doesn’t have any of the left-handed cutlasses, you asked me to requisition.”

“Similarly, the purser’s store was all out of that striped paint you wanted.”

Diplomacy with the stores people + Guidance: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 5 + 1 = 21

“As ship’s surgeon, I also attended the Hurt and Sick Board. They had no real drugs, but plenty of blue chalk. So I’ve made up a heap of blue pill placebos and put them in my healing kit. Stoopid landsmen around these parts won’t know the difference anyway!”

“No laudanum or even rum for pain relief, but sod ‘em, they can just bite down on a leather covered chain for pain relief while I whip their arms off with a saw.”

Heal + Healing Kit + Guidance: 1d20 + 7 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 7 + 2 + 1 = 26

She then moves over towards Des and Cleaver to share a few drinks.

“I take look-out duty very seriously you know. It’s cold up there in the crow’s nest, though. So I might have a drink or two first, just to keep me warm up there. It hardly affects my ability to stay awake at all!”

Constitution Check to see if Luisila’s tipsy DC 10 say?: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Lookout Duty – Perception -2 for tipsyness: 1d20 + 17 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 17 - 2 = 24

You can see a Wayfinder on Varg, as well.

Asuna cautiously approaches the pair bearing wayfinders.
"Greetings fellow pathfinders. We were sent here to meet up with a group stationed in this tavern. Was it you he spoke of?" She asks quietly when she arrives at the table.

@Baz: This is a situation in which you can focus and isn't contested; the T10 was fine, actually.

@Asuna: You'd be given the general briefing as well as anything you'd actually ask by Smine; he's actually a pretty cool dude. Makes snacks and everything.

-Posted with Wayfinder

Although Súrë knows he didn't actually accomplish what he was hoping to accomplish, he is nonetheless secretly proud of himself for his entomological achievement and spends the night sipping at his ale and speaking with the man about how he can become initiated as a full member of his bug club.

After a few more sips he begins to tell the man about his life back in Kaer Maga, where he owns a house and has a girlfriend named Miss Feathers.

After tying up Sahrek outside, Desmond comes back into the tavern to continue his libations. Before long, he's cheering and jeering on his barbarian friend.

"Oh man - you're...you're gonna end up in the drink, knowwhatImean? Speaking of which... WAITRESS!" He laughs at himself, thinking that he's clever and knocks on the table. "'Nother round over hear. C'mon Varg. Get some more liquid courage."

Desmond slaps the stool next to him. "Right here, buddy."

He turns to the blonde that joined their little party. "Say there... you with us? Gonna go for a little boat ride? Are you," Desmond appears to lose his concentration and slaps at something on his leg. "You one ah them cat-soooonies? Know one named Peri? She, she, she, she was with me when I died. Yep - place called Hin-oh-jay. She's a cat-soonie. Don't see many of your kind much..."

Desmond, clearly indulging himself a little too much seems to have a moment of clarity. "Varg...I'm kinda nervous 'bout this boat trip. You know...I mean, whenever we are sent all over from Absalom, it's all I can do to keep my lunch down. I'm 'fraid I'll be (hic) a li'l useless."

Bluff: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (10) - 1 = 9
I'm not sure if this is needed, but figured it should be a bluff since Desmond isn't worried about the scenario. He's as full of hubris as always.

After her ninth mead, Luisila is feeling little pain.

They’re only 5cp a pop, sorry GM Burglar. Also, alchemist's kindness FTW!!

She is not fall down drunk, and has enough of her faculties left to try and hide (promote) how tipsy she is to the patrons in the tavern.

Stealth+Guidance: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 1 = 10

If Asuna is agreeable, Luisila will take the kitsune by the hand and sit her down at a table for a chat.

“I’m Luisila. Tell me something about yourself, Asuna.”

Just as the newcomer opens her mouth, Luisila interrupts her and rambles on … not very coherently.

“Last misshun ... Poor Varg took a minor wound and I was toooooo far away to heal him. You know instead of moving as quickly as I could t'wards him, I very nearly cast a spell – that prob'ly wouldn’t have made any diffrunce … then next round, WHAM! He goes down! Hard! If I had of cast that stoopid spell instead of moving forward, he might of died … and it would have been all my fault!”

The half-elf starts sobbing for about thirty seconds but then stops and wipes her eyes and blows her nose with a tissue she pulls out of her pocket. A worm falls out of the tissue, as she lifts it up to her eyes.

“Anyway enough of me ... Let’s hear about you ... What do you think about me?”

"This must be them. If we have learned anything since leaving the forest and coming to this part of the world, it is that its people are weird." Asuna thinks to herself as she is pulled towards the half-elf's table. She readjusts her scythe on her back to allow herself to sit and listens to the two strangers talk.

Raising an eyebrow towards Desmond she directs the subject towards the mission. "There are going to be boats? Again? We don't feel very good when we travel on boats." She admits while thinking to herself. "Who told this man we are a kitsune?"

Asuna always wears her human form, except in extreme circumstances. Unless someone mentioned what she really is (Which is totally possible! Run with it if you want.) it is a DC 27 Perception to see through her illusion.

Asuna then finally manages to edge a few words into the conversation with Luisila. "We hail from a great forest in the land of Tian Xia, and were requested to come here and assist the pathfinders with missions. So far we have met many interesting people, but we have also had to ride many boats. We do not do so well on boats, they make us sick. She then gives a slight pause as if to banish the thought, then continues ignoring the worm. "It is good you saved your friend Varg. Are you an accomplished healer?"

Asuna arrives, late as usual, while Baz and Luisila's acts are well-received by all but the Insect Scientist (who is very intent on discussing nature with Sure and his theories on the mating habits of the River Kingdoms' own Giant Mountain Beetle.) A few patrons whisper between themselves with gestures directed towards Baz and Sure, though the details of the conversation lie hidden below the crowded tavern's existing conversations.

Accomplished...I'll say...in many o'the finer arts, eh Lu? Ha, ha, ha...buuuurp.

He slaps Des on the back.

Well, I wouldn't worry much about being sick 'cause we're just as sure t'sink the damn boat first with this crew.

As she looks at Asuna over the top of mug of mead #10, Luisila begins to have an inkling that she might have had enough to drink.

Why does she keep calling herself ‘we?’ “Why do you keep calling yourself ‘we?’"

Take 10 Perception - SMASHED!!: 10 + 17 - 2 = 25

Luisila is drunk enough to start going cross-eyed.

Oh I get it! There’s two of her!

“Yeah, I’ve been to Tian Xia. HAVEN’T I, DES? I SAID HAVEN’T I, DES!!”

Luisila sways in her chair as she says to Asuna “You’d know Shan Pangu then? He’s from Tian Xia. He’s a good guy, isn’t he?”

To the kitsune's polite enquiry about Luisila’s healing skills, the priestess gives a drunken wave, nearly sending a number of glasses flying off the table.

“I do my best and I haven’t lost anyone yet but …" Luisila will put her head in closer to the ninja’s and say quietly. “I do worry about that first mistake I make ...”

Luisila comes to the drunken realization: “Hey, you’re really nice! You’re gonna fitin great! But I think … I think I’ve got a lot to do tomorrow, so …”

Luisila starts bellowing at the top of her voice.

“WHERE’S OMRAX? I WANT OMRAX TO PUT ME TO BED! RIGHT NOW!! WHERE IS HE? VARG, WHERE’S OMRAX? I WANT HIM TO PUT ME TO BED!! OMRAX! WHERE ARE YOOOOU!!!”

Yah. I know Omrax is not in the tavern. I think that would just extend Luisila’s drunken performance.

Good point about the DC 27 Perception check. Luisila won’t realize Asuna is a kitsune until the morning!

Burglar, I must admit that until recently I didn’t realize there were TWO 'veil of immersion' spoiler posts. I think I only read the second one. That’s why I made >1 skill check. My apologies, but it doesn’t look like I did much harm.

@Luisila: Ha, but didn't you assign yourself a -2 perception from drinking earlier? That'd explain your explanation, though, do ho ho! While there is two of many people here, there are 0 Omraxes in sight.

Omrax (whom I didn't totally forget posted) legitimately learns some new sailor knots, used locally for river travel (as opposed to the open-water travel he's used to.) Given the thinner travel space, they're flatter but less reliable. This is both a benefit and a curse, however, as this means sails are easy removable or alterable on the fly (in case of low-hanging trees, pirates changing flags, etc.)

Omrax, down at the end of the docks practicing his ship work, thinks he hears his name. He rolls his eyes as he stands up.

"Well, thank gentlemen for your help. I am afraid the rest of my crew is about ready. If I had a fear in this world, it is sailing with that bunch. No telling if we will make it back. "

He coils up his ropes and packs his gear and slowly makes his way to the bar district.

"Wish us luck."

• I will guard the honor of my fellows, both in thought
and deed, and I will have faith in them.

• I will be temperate in my actions and moderate in my
behavior. I will strive to emulate Iomedae's perfection.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27

Desmond's getting to about 2 1/2 sheets to the wind, so he may be unsure of himself.

"Maybe yer jus' a pretty lady."

Fortitude to resist a hangover: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25 I'm not sure if this is a possibility, but Desmond's been going hard and he'll need to have his wits about him come morning.

Desmond's eyes go wide and then he brings his gaze back to Asuna. "Well, I hope yeeew don't mind (hic) dogs. I got one-a tha best dogs EVER! Name's Sahrek." The ranger gets hit with a case of the giggles. "I know, kindofa weird name..." Desmond then proceeds to tell Asuna all about Sahrek's name. A story that he manages to get correct, despite his state of inebriation.

"Oh, did I tell you my name's Desmond?"

Asuna's eyes shift back and forth quickly between her two new drunken compatriots as she tries to keep up with both conversations.

@Luisila "Well we are part of a..." She begins before Desmond cuts in.
@Desmond "We...uhh...thanks..."
@Luisila "No, we don't know him, Tian Xia is a wonderful place though..."
@Desmond "Your companion sounds wonderful too..."
@Luisila "We hope not, we would not like to lose anyone on this trip..."
@Desmond "No, but we are pleased to meet you."
She then leans away from the table a bit to shield her ears from the half-elf as she shouts for her companion.
"Are we leaving tonight or tomorrow? Will you even be able to sail like this?" Asuna asks loudly with obvious concern etched on her face.
Diplomacy 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20 (Trying to add to the veil rolls by being loud enough for many to hear)