GM Debug's PbP PFS 5-19: The Horn of Aroden (Inactive)

Game Master DebugAMP

If someone were to attack you you would defend yourself. Why are you so reluctant to defend yourself against Marek? We will go bck to town and confront him. Will you join us on THAT part of our quest?

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Rusa nods with Domitian. "Do you want to waste time out in the wilds like child ducking his chores, or do you want to actually do something useful with your time? Marek may have been coerced into helping these bandits, at least give him a chance to speak for himself."

Aid Domitian: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

Meiri looks at Lander. "Are you willing to do what is hard to show yourself a leader to your people? Let us confront him together. If you help deal with him, no one will remember your past association with him."

assist diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

But monsters and stuff....

"Yes, I suppose your right. It is quite clear that Marek was compelled to supply these bandits and his weakness will have to be remedied."

He looks incredibly glum but finally simply falls in line behind the lot of you.

"Alright... go head... I'll follow."

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 6

The rest of the hike back to Silverhall is thankfully uneventful. Lander seems to actually trust the lot of you but is a little less thrilled with how this whole adventure played out. As you approach home, his step picks up a bit. "Alright... time for a hot meal and a warm bath. These last few days have been certainly been trying."

Upon reaching his home you find Sarrona Lebeda overwhelmed with gratitude. "Lander! You're safe! You had us all so worried..."

She seems a bit nervous and looks Lander up and down. "So... how was your little 'adventure'?"

Lander quickly takes a seat in a rather comfortable (and expensive) looking chair, leaving the last few day's dirt and grime all over it. "Ah... I suppose I may have found myself in a little over my head. Although I still wish to continue practicing my swordplay, I do think travels into the wilderness are... hrmm... best left to the professionals."

His mother seems happy with his response, but very worried about what exactly brought him to say this. She looks at the party quizzically.
"He wasn't dealt with too harshly now was he?"

Angrboda shrugs. She has decided to take the axebeak eggs, since they've lost their parents and she doubts Lander would be a fit surrogate.

"Not by us. The bandits and some of the local diatrymas weren't so merciful, though."

"He was wounded, but we dealt with his wounds. He fought well, and with bravery. We also discovered that Marek appears to be involved with the bandits."

sense motive: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10

Droo takes a seat as well after pulling one out for Vinegar. She climbs up and then slumps looking depressed.

sense motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19 *Snicker* Of course he would know, being man's best friend and all.

By contrast Vinegar barks, and looks brightly around the room from his chair.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

sense motive dc14: 1d20 ⇒ 14

Jack looks at Lander quizzically. Why is it so hard for humans to be honest with themselves? There's nothing to be gained by it.

"Glad to have been your escort, Lander... You are brave and are starting to prove yourself not foolhardy, which together can be a lethal combination... Continue to be stalwart and steady without being an idiot and you will make a fine lord someday, I think."

"Keep studying, Lander, and remember not to take what you have for granted."

"Your friendship with Marek could be useful in reconciling the struggling factions of this land...or at least properly understanding them, which is far more important."

*fizz...foam....*

Eniac gives Lander an inscrutable stare.

Sarona raises her eyebrows. "Marek? The blacksmith?"

Lander just hangs his head.

His mother looks back at him, then to you. "What proof do you have of this? These are serious allegations..."

I don't have any of the evidence so keeping my mouth shut

Meiri hands Sarona the note and the weapon with Marek's makers mark on it, and explains where she acquired it. "There may very well be an innocent explanation for these, but I think Marek should at least be asked to make that explanation."

Lander. Do you have anything that you would like to say? Domitian is trying to encourage the young man to "do the right thing".

Domitian's Diplomacy to request aid: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

Lander refuses to make eye contact with his mother, but he looks up at Domitian. "Yeah... I suppose I do. There is no innocent explanation. I saw his maker's mark on their weaponry and I just hoped there was another explanation. If I go out now to continue my training I'll be ridiculed for being fooled by someone of... hrmmmm his um... social standing."

He pauses and takes a while before he continues. "When the bandits captured me I heard them speak of him. I'm not a fool and I can put it all together... I was just hoping I could put a stop to the bandits myself and leave him out of this. I guess that was never going to be possible."

Meiri speaks softly enough that it may be hard for any but Lander to hear, although his mother probably does also. "To admit in such a way that one was wrong takes far more courage than wielding a sword in combat. I predict a happy era for those who you lead in the future with such a man at helm."

Sarona nods slowly and looks at the maker's mark on the recovered weaponry. "I'll dispatch the guards to bring Marek in for questioning. As for you, as promised, I shall give the Horn of Aroden for delivery to Lady Glorianna Morilla of the Pathfinder Society."

~~Epilogue~~

You are shown the full hospitality of the nobility of Silverhall for the night, and in the morning the Horn of Aroden is retrieved and packaged for it's trip back to Absalom. That morning, a patrol of guards is sent to arrest Marek, and from the sound of it he did not come quietly... but after a long and hard fought battle, he is dragged to the dungeons in chains, completely unrepentant for his actions. In thanks for your help in exposing his treachery, his blade is also given to you (for the low price of 8320 gp on your chronicle). Lander gives his personal thanks for showing him what adventuring is truely about, and he gives to you some of the gear he had been amassing to begin his adventures (also available for purchase on your chronicle sheets at market value).

Eniac is awarded some of the finest cabbage and strawberries in Silverhall for its valor.

*foam...scrumf....*

Vinegar who can obviously get to the food first, begins eating the lovely bowl of cabbage and strawberries someone has graciously left out.

Nom, nom, nom "Woof*."

"Ooh, but I wanted to fight giants...." Droo says sulkily.