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Even though we will be using Roll20 for the map feature, we will be making all dice rolls on here.
The Blakros Museum rises into the night sky, its single black spire severing the full moon in twain. The black iron gates surrounding the exhibition hall grind in protest against the wind. Beyond, the museum’s large oaken doors stand wide open, a silver-gray mist belching forth from the cavernous darkness within. You wonder how you ended up here, standing at the precipice of unknown terrors, and instantly Venture-Captain Adril Hestram’s wide looming face is conjured into your minds’ eye. His booming words ring out from memory as clearly as he spoke them only one hour ago:
”The Blakros Museum is cursed. Some darkness has descended upon the place and those who enter are blasted with evil and left raving through its halls, more beast than men. The curator, Nigel Aldain, is an old associate of the Society, though he chose to leave our organization some years back after a disagreement.” Adril looked sheepish then, as if remembering some distasteful incident from his youth.
”Nigel has long denied the Society access to the Blakros Museum’s considerable collection of relics and scrolls, using his extensive contacts to nab several excellent finds right out from under us. . . he always had a nose for the hunt. Whatever is past between Nigel and the Society, he needs our help now. Perhaps if we can come to his aid, he may think on rejoining the Pathfinder Society, or at least offering to share his discoveries with us.”
”Apparently the trouble at Blakros Museum began this morning, shortly after a wayward Pathfinder named Lugizar Trantos returned to Absalom after months spent in the Mwangi Expanse. Supposedly, instead of coming straight to the Lodge to report in, he went to Blakros, sold his finds to Nigel, and then disappeared with a hefty sum of gold. The few who glimpsed Lugizar claimed he was much changed by his time in the Mwangi. . . gaunt, his eyes yellowed and unfocused, a strange rasping cough that seemed to wrack his now wasted frame. Whatever he brought back with him, we believe it is the cause of the Blakros Museum’s ills. Root it out.”
Adril handed you a map of the museum. ”Best go to the offices and talk with Nigel first.” He hands each of you a small scrap of paper. "Before I forget. . . these came for you as well."
Firebrand of Freedom,
You light the way to a better age with your continued bravery. I can’t express enough how grateful our nation is for your peerless service. We once more have desperate need of your talents. An agent of ours is in peril. His name is Sheg Wraithbane, a half-orc adventurer of note who was keeping tabs on the Blakros Museum for us, posing as a night watchman. We fear for his safety. A strange curse has befallen the place and we’ve no word from him.
Find him. If he lives, bring him safely from that accursed place. If he has perished, then you must bring his collection of keys to me immediately. He wears them on a ring on his belt. I would trust this task to no other. May your sword arm know no equal, may your wits prove thrice as fast as your foes.
Sincerely yours,
Captain Colson Maldris
Most Worthy One,
The Ruby Prince loves his subjects as you well know, but even he has enemies among Osirion’s greatest families. The Matl family has long proved a thorn in his side, and indeed their duplicitous brood has plagued our great nation for centuries, ever since Lakma the Usurper claimed control over the family’s destiny. Thankfully the arm of history is long-reaching, and we at court have long suspected Lakma’s treachery.
The true ancestor of the Matl family was one Taltuma-Matl, a wise servant of the pharaohs. His true will was never discovered, and in it he most likely names a distant cousin as the beneficiary of his family’s wealth and honors (knowing full well his closer kin, Lakma, was nothing but a vile, self-serving wretch). It has come to our attention that Taltuma’s remains are housed at the Blakros Museum, beyond our reach. We believe his last will was interred with him. Find it. If we can prove Lakma had no legitimate claim to his family’s holdings, we can embarrass his descendants at court who vex the Ruby Prince, thus solidifying his power and perhaps even paving our way to glory.
In unfathomable gratitude,
Amenopheus, The Sapphire Sage
Tender Supplicant,
You must prove yourself worthy of bliss: something strange is afoot at the Blakros Museum. Evil spirits vex the place and foul mists run its corridors, driving men mad. Driving men mad is a deep interest of mine, as you well know. Find the source of this infestation of power and bring me a sample of it, so I might study it. Do this and you shall know Hell’s most lustful delights.
Deeply yours,
Paracountess Zarta Dralneen.
Honored Servant of the Empire,
This Blakros Museum is possessed of a number of interesting pieces. Weapons are fine, gold is always amusing, but me, I am more intrigued by masks - the more exotic the better. They can prove most useful, especially with so many fascinating balls and parties approaching. Collect for me at least four masks unlike any to be worn by other dilettantes of Oppara this season. Do this and you shall bask in the beneficent radiance of my gratitude.
Honorably,
Baron Jacquo Dalsine
Golden Servant of Qadira,
We are, as ever, interested in the ebb and flow of great treasures. The Blakros Museum in Absalom houses some of the world’s most interesting oddities and trades them freely with the world at large. Our satrap would know where these treasure flow to and at what cost.
As you pursue whatever dust devil of foolishness the Pathfinder Society would have you chase in Blakros, be sure to keep an eye out for the museum’s accounts and records of transactions. Retrieve them for me and your glory will know no bounds.
A fellow servant of the satrap,
Pasha Muhlia Al-Jakri
You now stand before Blakros Museum.
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Fascinating circumstances. My first adventure is not in a tomb or castle, but a musuem? Did I understand that correctly? In any case I hope me and my new associates are up to the task.
"Name's Glist, Quiven Glist.", the young halfling says to anyone that cares to listen. "So, what's our first move? I'm sure one of you is the bossy leader-type. I'm willing to follow."
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The Dwarf, An Ugly and scarred Individual wearing scale mail, speaks up. "Yeah okay. History lesson and all that, very interesting. I say we get in there and kill us some cursed beast men!" The over eager dwarf draws his warhammer in anticipation. "Oh, the name's Rogdar." He says as an afterthought.
An unnatural cold permeates this chamber and the tendrils of silver-gray mist flowing out the front archway into the courtyard beyond seem to effortlessly pierce the flesh and gently caress the bone in a cold embrace. The grand entranceway’s vaulted ceiling is supported by six great
pillars of hewn black stone. Braziers mounted on the pillars cast white radiance from balls of continual light. The light glimmers eerily in the silvery haze that fills the atrium, giving the impression of something alien watching from the glowing fog.
As you walk through the front door, the mist coils itself around your feet and winds its way up toward your face, forcing itself into your nose on your next inhale.
Morvius coughs a bit and when he looks back up, he sees that Rogdar, Kyroden, and Quiven have begun to change. Their arms lengthen a bit, their hair grows coarse and thick, covering most of their body. Their back arches a bit and their face lengthens. They have become ape-like protocreatures, little more than brutish animals.
An afflicted creature's Intelligence and Charisma scores are both reduced to 6 and the creature gains a +2 bonus to its Strength and Dexterity scores. Additionally, the creature becomes immune to fear, gains a +10 bonus on Climb checks (and a climb speed of 20 feet), and gains a +5 bonus on Acrobatics and Stealth checks. The creature also gains a slam attack (1d4 damage for Medium creatures).
Charisma- and Intelligence-based spellcasters under the effects of the mist are rendered incapable of casting spells due the ability loss (page 17 of the Pathfinder RPG Core Rulebook).
A remove curse spell, break enchantment spell, or similar magical effect purges the evil vapors and removes the evil vapors. In addition, if a mist-tainted creature is knocked unconscious, the polluting vapors visibly leave its body and they return to normal. Once purged or upon regaining consciousness, mist-tainted creatures are immune to the mist's effects for 24 hours. Those who make their saves initially are immune to the mist's influence for 24 hours.
The mists here congeal into a tick and silvery fog that cools the lungs. Arranged throughout this large hall are exhibits on the funerary traditions of several civilizations, along with preserved corpses arrayed in grim stillness. A giant warrior looms from the haze, his arms crossed at his chest, his helm solemn and still. Beyond lie sarcophagi of varied designs, and a few glass cases wherein withered dead are held upright by rods and string; grim exhibits of long-dead citizens whose fallen empires were erased an age past.
A placard above this hall reads "The Honored Dead" in blood-red calligraphy.
When you all reach the center of the room, looking around at the preserved bodies, some of them begin to move and shamble towards you, their eyes popping open with a look of wild madness.
One is a withered, mummified thing from beneath Osirion's sands bearing a jeweled scarab on its chest among its spiced wrappings, a scarab seer and warrior-priest of an old Pharaonic age named Taltuma-Matl.
Another is a hulking skeleton, a towering ancestor of the Kellid race who wields a greatclub fashioned from a mammoth's ivory tusk.
The third is a shrunked, emaciated corpse wrapped in rotten silks, and holding a silvered Qadiran scimitar in its bony fists.
The final one is an armored warrior of a long-dead empire, clad in heavy discolored bronze plates and helm.
The Kellid body moves forward and attacks Rogdar with its large mammoth tusk.
Quiven pulls out his rapier and thrusts it through the war-chief, shattering its ribcage as it crumbles into a pile of bones.
The Qadiran Warlord runs forward brandishing a shining bright scimitar, aiming for Glist.
The Osirion Scarab Seer does not appear pleased as Morvius' arrow hits it in the chest. It runs forward and tries to bite Rodgar.
Fortunately, Rogdar's armor prevents the bite from sinking in.
This can also help tactically if, say, you have a rogue that needs a flanking buddy and wants to wait until later to attack or an archer without precise shot who wants to get his attack off first before people rush in. Feel free to shout out to your companions during battle if you need assistance in one way or another; talking is a free action.
The Osirion falls over at Rogdar's feet.
Kyroden swings wide and misses the Qadiran Warlord.
The Bronze Legionnaire runs forward, drawing a longsword .
The Qadiran warlord turns to Kyroden and slashes with his silver scimitar.
Kyroden's mace shatters the bones of the Qadiran Warlord, but Morvius' blade bounces off the armor of the Bronze Legionnaire.
The Bronze Legionnaire swings at Rogdar as he moves past
Rogdar hits back with a mighty blow that knocks a few bones loose. The Bronze Legionnaire then squares his new opponent up and swings again at Rogdar.