GM Faelyn's Evergreen Scenarios (Inactive)

Game Master Faelyn

Sune paces back and forth as the others finish their work.

"Drawings? Notes? There is so much to see and explore! The wind will get there before we do!"

Continue to next room, I suppose...

Sorry about my absence this past week. Work has been extremely busy to the point where my brain has been just about drained by the time I get a few moments to hop onto Paizo.

The soft light of the surrounding fungus mixes with the flickering glow of the nearby torches to reveal a grand chamber. A large pool of water along the chamber’s southern edge reflects the blue and green radiance to illuminate the massive stalactites that cling to the ceiling overhead. Two other tunnels branch off from this area, leading to the east and west. Rising up from the pool is a column of rock with steeply sloped sides and a flat top, as if someone had sawn off the top of a massive stalagmite. A miniature city carved from this same stone occupies nearly the entire surface. Tiny trinkets such as ancient coins, polished semiprecious stones, and ornately braided loops of string are scattered throughout the diorama, and pale cave frogs clamber atop it. The smooth cavern floor is covered in gravel and pebbles along the edge of the pool, and several foot-long centipedes prowl among the gravel in their search for prey. There is also a figure kneeling in the still waters... (Indicated by the "U" on the map.)

KnEng: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
KnGeo: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14
KnHist: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
KnLoc: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
KnRel: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

Something was bound to help!

"That looks like Absalom to me"

"More thandwicheth?"

"I cut the cruth off."

Unable to contribute much to the investigation (aside from taking rubbings of the petroglyphs on his parchment), thebarbarian spends a little quality time playing with his dog.

"Hey mister! Mind if we approach?"

The gillman does not respond to Syllyn's question.

Syllyn thumps resoundingly on his shield, and repeats, "Hey, mister." then starts to approach.

Juhnavi takes the sandwich gingerly from Igor, examines it to identify what the contents are, and, deciding there's nothing too objectionable, eats it.

She winces when Syllyn thumps his shield, but then follows towards the gillman.

Igor follows along.

"Walk thith way." He says to Scraps. The little physiological oddity follows.

Why does he Talk This Way? Sune wonders.

The reverberations caused by Syllyn banging against his shield sends tiny ripples through the otherwise still pool. You see the gillman's head look down, then abruptly spin to see you all standing there. He starts, but does not move as he appears unsure of your intentions.

Continue approaching unless he does something aggressive.

He starts, but does not move as he appears unsure of your intentions.

The corgi wags his tail and prances at the edge of the water to indicate that he wants the stranger to come out and play.

Dog's generic charisma check: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (14) - 2 = 12

One tail ith cute, but juth imagine that corgi with three!

Yes, he lisps in his imagination. Don't judge me.

Yes, he lisps in his imagination. Don't judge me.

LOL! :-)

Well, a least he's consistent.

With no one else taking the lead, Sune addresses the gillman in the water.

"Hello, we haven't much time, but do you happen to be a gillman? We are supposed to investigate these caves...someone saw one of your people enter. Anyway, it was good to talk to you. I hope you have a nice life."

diplo: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (7) - 2 = 5

Perhapth if Thune had a tail?

"Sune, we are not in THAT much of a hurry. At least the rest of us are not. Mister, might you be able to answer a few questions?"

Ouch! Sune's check was rather brutal. Ummm... anyone else want to give it a go????? I'll allow you all a moment to digest the following before you make your next check if you want.

Juhnavi and Syllyn both notice that the gillman seems to be eyeing Syllyn's newly acquired cloak with great interest. Igor, Padesat, and Uslad all notice that the gillman's folded cloak nearby appears to be almost identical to the cloak Syllyn is wearing... The one found at the bottom of the pit.

Sylln notices the mans attention, removes the cloak, and offers it to the man.

"We found this at the bottom of a pit back there. It looks like the one you have over there so perhap I need to return it?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Wow. We are determined to blow this roll.

diplomacy (aid someone with a positive charisma modifier): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (14) - 1 = 13

"Sandwich?"

Diplomacy Aid Another: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (15) - 2 = 13

The barbarian smiles, rubs the corgi's belly, and gestures for the party's new "friend" to do the same.

The gillman smiles when Syllyn offers him the cloak and gratefully accepts the gift. He initially looks at the sandwich from Igor with skepticism, but in the name of generosity he takes it with a grateful nod. He takes a tentative bit, but then immediately smiles and eats it completely. He then makes a noiseless chuckle as he leans down to rub the belly of the corgi. Through their combined efforts, the party has endeared themselves to the gillman oracle who appears quite Helpful now. He points back into the other room and makes a drawing motion in the air before pointing at the group and then at the miniature city.

"Quiet fella, isn't he?"

"Is this a game? You want us to draw the city?"

Since the man likes gestures he points at the city and mimes drawing something.

"Are you deaf, sir?" Juhanvi asks, making sure she is facing the man and that he can see her lips. In her homeland of Vudra, she has met mystics and fakirs who were touched by divinity, and carried burdens -- blindness, deafness, lameness, and so on -- as lingering reminders of divine power.

The gillman frowns and shakes his head at Syllyn, but before he can attempt the gestures again he stops to read Juhnavi's lips and nods sagely. He smiles at her intuitiveness and then makes a gesture in the air as if he were writing upon something.

"Of course!" Juhnavi says, reaching into her pack to pull out a journal, ink, and a pen, and then offering them to the gillman.

The gillman smiles again and takes the offered items as he begins to scribble in passable Taldane the following.

"I am called Uori. Are you here to worship and pray at the Aroden altar?" He points at the miniature Absalom to indicate his point.

Ah, religion, opiate of the matheth.

"Well we are here to record history for the most part. The drawings in the other room were quite informative and the society will be intrigued, I'm sure. But respect for Aroden is in order I think. Do we make offerings at this alter or just meditate as you were?"

As the others continue with all the boring talking, Sune walks over to the model the gillman pointed to and tries to see what it might do.

perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

The oracle nods sagely when he hears about your association with the Society. He begins scribbling. "This place was an ancient altar for Aroden and I believe there is still a bit of lingering magic within that city altar, but I think it has almost faded completely. My people do not worship the human god, but rather come here to meditate. The pool is sacred to us and the other oracles like me come here. I believe that those scribbles in the other cave indicate what one must do to present their offering for a blessing from Aroden, or what is left of him. Perhaps I could assist you in deciphering the parables?"

Sune, you see that it does not move, but it is a very remarkable likeness to the City at the Center of the World. There appears to be a flat area with old bits items, perhaps this is where one would leave an offering?

Syllyn nods and goes to where the pictures are and gives it a try. What rolls does need to make?

You made all the necessary rolls. Now it is more a matter for figuring out the riddles behind he parables. If you guys are not quite able to, then I'll have Uori help! There are some hints in the spoilers with the descriptions of the parables you all deciphered. Also let me know if you decide to look around the room you are in, perhaps there are more details you have not quite located yet.

Juhnavi thinks on the drawings they saw earlier. "If this is a shrine to Aroden, perhaps we should emulate the aspects of Aroden that were illustrated on the walls." Remembering the Tailor, she takes one of her long, vudran scarves and wraps it around the outside of the city-shrine.

Also let me know if you decide to look around the room you are in, perhaps there are more details you have not quite located yet.

Sure. I'll look in this room. Since folks are investigating and engaged in conversation, can I take 20? That would give me a 21.

"Perhaps a sandwich would be in order? Or perhaps a coin?"

Syllyn will plop a silver piece down on the alter.

Sune lets out an exasperated sigh. "First with the drawings, and now playing with toys?! Is this primary school?" she asks.

"Hopefully everyone remembers the first word of the Pathfinder code: Explore! There is SO much more to explore!"

OOC: PLEASE take all the time you want! This is just the defining characteristic of this Sylph, and the wind takes her somewhere else, aside from where she already is.

All this time Uslad with heavy face watching the scene, rubbing his crossbow. Realizing that "amphibian" is not dangerous, he's lost to him any interest. Eagerly, with flashing eyes, he glances around, but sees nothing that could be resold.

Taken by the miniature cityscape, Scraps idly imagines being a 150-foot monster crushing the city beneath it's tremendous bulk.

The oracle nods sagely when he hears about your association with the Society. He begins scribbling. "This place was an ancient altar for Aroden and I believe there is still a bit of lingering magic within that city altar, but I think it has almost faded completely. My people do not worship the human god, but rather come here to meditate. The pool is sacred to us and the other oracles like me come here. I believe that those scribbles in the other cave indicate what one must do to present their offering for a blessing from Aroden, or what is left of him. Perhaps I could assist you in deciphering the parables?"

Sune, you see that it does not move, but it is a very remarkable likeness to the City at the Center of the World. There appears to be a flat area with old bits items, perhaps this is where one would leave an offering?

What 'old bits'? Anything recognizable?

Igor stares at the gill-man's gills and then then contemplates an upgrade for Scraps.

The barbarian draws pictures of the gillman and the model city in his journal.

When Juhnavi wraps her long scarf around the miniature city the group suddenly feels an empowerment overcome them, a warming embrace from the long dead god of humanity... (Everyone gains a one time use +1 bonus on a single flanked enemy within the next 24 hours!)

The altar does not react to Syllyn's silver piece; however, he and Igot notice small trinkets or designs made out of crude items one could easily locate within the cavern. It seems an offering of something made by hand would appease the Craftsman!

The others look around and find a large number of small, powdery pigmented stones along the shoreline of the small pool. You also notice some large centipedes that hunt along the edge of the pool and think they have similar features to the serpentine creature that the Hunter is depicted as slaying....

Sorry this took so long folks. Last few days have been a bit of a whirlwind and I forgot that you were waiting on my input! Apologies!!!

No worries here. Plus, I bet a bunch of folks (not necessarily in this game) are at Gen Con. Play by post has probably slowed down all over.

Syllyn will go for a dead centipede. Skewer one with a fork and add it to the offerings.

The centipedes are all alive and quite large, would take more like a spear to skewer.

Syllyn will get his hunters blood pumping (raging song) and go after one with his longsword

To hit: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7