Male Human (Varisian) alchemist (chirurgeon, promethean alchemist) 3 | hp 25/30| AC 15 T 12 FF 13 | CMD 16 | F +6 R +6 W +2 (+3 v poison) | Spd 30' | Init +2 | KnArc +8, KnDun +8, KnNat +8, Perc +7, SensM +0 |
Meanwhile, still back at the dock in Absalom.
"That'th the latht time I let you navigate. We mithhed our thhip!" Igor says to Scraps.
Scraps somehow finds the light patter of drizzle upon the umbrella relaxing.
When one of the deckhands, named Donnie, attempts to try this name game called 'bowling' his foot crosses the line. His roll knocks down all the pins; however, another deckhand suddenly shouts "OVER THE LINE!" He looks at The Dude. "Mark it, Dude."
Phantom | HP 11/11 | AC 14; Tch 12; FF 12 | F +3; R +2; W +2 | CMB+2; CMD 13 | Speed 30 ft | Init +2 | Slam: +2 (1d6+1) | Perc+4
A cameo from Igor!
Tyranthraxis shakes his head and is clearly not happy, though he has yet to appear happy. He hands the documents to Luthic.
"You have proven yourself yet again the most inept apprentice. Your companions have been little help, either!" he adds, looking at the soaking wet Pathfinders.
"Let us get this over with. I will complete the mission alone, if I must!"
Male Human Oracle (time) 2 | hp 19 | AC 13 T 10 FF 13 | CMD 12 | F +2 R +0 W +3 | Spd 20' | Init +0 | KnPla +9, OtherKn +3, Perc +5, SensM +5 | know. of the ages 4/day | 1st lvl spells 5/5
"Yeah, you would have thought that someone on board would have had a light. Oh well. It is what it is."
N/N Male Human Fighter/3| HP: 29/29| AC Norm/Tch/FF: 22/13/19 | CMB/CMD: +7/19 | F/R/W: +4/+2/+1 | Init: +2 | Speed 30 ft [armor training] | Climb +4, Linguistics +2, Perc +3, Profession Soldier +4, Survival +5, Swim +4 | Active Conditions: None
I think we need to keep the Dude away from the Overflowing Oyster, something just sounds dangerous about that combination. He's probably really good with alchemists though.
"How about we look into that alchemist making drugs?"
Male Human Oracle (time) 2 | hp 19 | AC 13 T 10 FF 13 | CMD 12 | F +2 R +0 W +3 | Spd 20' | Init +0 | KnPla +9, OtherKn +3, Perc +5, SensM +5 | know. of the ages 4/day | 1st lvl spells 5/5
Okay, sorry for the delay in posting. Half of my department is in Washington D.C. for police memorial week and the rest of us poor schmucks have to work below minimum man-power during a very busy time of the year. On top of that, I haven't had a day off since 5/7 so I'm beyond exhausted. That said... here we go!
Delroya’s directions lead to an isolated alley in the Bristles, and then down into the sewers beneath Diobel. The stench of sewage mixes with the sharper odors of chemical fumes and decay and permeates the damp tunnels. From this intersection, tunnels lead west and south into the darkness. A third tunnel heading east is filled with detritus, filthy beddings, food scraps, broken glass, and rotting furniture. An alcove lies beyond a collapsed portion of the tunnel’s southern wall, and further east, a statue of a giant rat rests in the dead-end passage. Countless empty flasks and discarded alchemical ingredients lie on the floor around the statue. On a nearby workbench sit several organized but empty flasks and jars.
The smell that assaults your senses in beyond vile and you find it nearly impossible to keep down the contents of your stomachs. A slight ledge keeps your feet from the slowly flowing sewage below, that appears to be nearly 2' deep from your best guess. Two individuals are slumped against the walls of the tunnels, moaning and barely moving. Their eyes, which are sunken deep into their heads, turn lazily toward the movement, but beyond that they make no attempt to get up. Oozing wounds pockmark their arms, necks, and faces some fresh, others scabbed over...
Knowledge: Religion DC 18:
You recognize the statue of the rat to actually be an alter to Hanspur, the lesser deity of waterways and smugglers.
Anyone that enters the sewage must make a Fort Save DC 12 for gain the Sickened condition Indefinitely.
N/N Male Human Fighter/3| HP: 29/29| AC Norm/Tch/FF: 22/13/19 | CMB/CMD: +7/19 | F/R/W: +4/+2/+1 | Init: +2 | Speed 30 ft [armor training] | Climb +4, Linguistics +2, Perc +3, Profession Soldier +4, Survival +5, Swim +4 | Active Conditions: None
fort st:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Close thing. Ling gags a bit but manages to hold it all down. He takes point and advances down the sewers intently. Approaching the first addict, as he assumes it must be, he asks,
"Where is the maker of the drug?"
Though he really doesn't expect much of a response.
The bearded old man is barely able to turn his head towards Ling and simply stares at him with a blank look on his face. He is severely malnourished and suffering from other issues...
Craft - Alchemy, Heal, or Perception DC 20:
This man, beyond his obvious malnourished state is highly intoxicated on some sort of drug. His pupils are grossly dilated, even more so than what they should be considering the dim lighting conditions
N/N Male Human Fighter/3| HP: 29/29| AC Norm/Tch/FF: 22/13/19 | CMB/CMD: +7/19 | F/R/W: +4/+2/+1 | Init: +2 | Speed 30 ft [armor training] | Climb +4, Linguistics +2, Perc +3, Profession Soldier +4, Survival +5, Swim +4 | Active Conditions: None
Heal:1d20 + 0 ⇒ (2) + 0 = 2
Yep, just another addict. He pushes by the fellow and moves on down, not willing to leap the filth, aiming to return on the other side after passing the statue.
F Half-Orc Barbarian 1 | HP 13/16 | AC 15 touch 11 FF 14 | Fort 5 Ref 1 Will 2 | Perception 0 | Initiative +1
GM Faelyn wrote:
The bearded old man is barely able to turn his head towards Ling and simply stares at him with a blank look on his face. He is severely malnourished and suffering from other issues...
The half-orc tries to help the old man. She gives him some water from her waterskin. Not a lot--she doesn't want to bring on a coughing fit.
Male Human Oracle (time) 2 | hp 19 | AC 13 T 10 FF 13 | CMD 12 | F +2 R +0 W +3 | Spd 20' | Init +0 | KnPla +9, OtherKn +3, Perc +5, SensM +5 | know. of the ages 4/day | 1st lvl spells 5/5
knowledge (religion):1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Holding a palm-sized brazier of sandalwood incense beneath his nose, the Dude asks that perennial question: "Does anyone have a light? It's kinda dark down here."
Once the light source is figured out the Dude keeps close to it.
"F~*~ man! That's a statue to Hanspur the Water Rat, god of river travel and sneakin' backstabbers."
He attempts hopping over any 5-foot gaps in the walkway rather than wading in it.
"Your body's a temple, man. You don't go letting your f!+@in' temple walk through raw sewage, man. Look at me I'm the f#!!in' Starstone Cathedral!"
perception:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
"Whoa. Looks like a bad trip man. That's what happens when you don't pay your tithe to the temple, man."
As Ling traverses the length of the sewer, he passes close to the work bench and notices several empty containers. He does not locate anything resembling the requested dosage or notes...
Viisiky is able to trickle water into the mouth of the bearded man, he swallows the offer and stares into the half-orc's eyes while doing so. He tries to mumble something, but instead nearly chokes on the water.
Where exactly does Tyranthraxis meander? If you could move his icon to where you'd like him to be.
As a reminder, you need to locate an unrefined dose of the drug, whip, and locate Lazlo's notes.
Male Human Oracle (time) 2 | hp 19 | AC 13 T 10 FF 13 | CMD 12 | F +2 R +0 W +3 | Spd 20' | Init +0 | KnPla +9, OtherKn +3, Perc +5, SensM +5 | know. of the ages 4/day | 1st lvl spells 5/5
Light? Is there any? Does anyone in the party have one should we need it? Befuddled stoners want to know.
Male Human Oracle (time) 2 | hp 19 | AC 13 T 10 FF 13 | CMD 12 | F +2 R +0 W +3 | Spd 20' | Init +0 | KnPla +9, OtherKn +3, Perc +5, SensM +5 | know. of the ages 4/day | 1st lvl spells 5/5
"Oh hey! Well, that explains the smell. When did we get here, man?"
The Dude takes out his ear plugs, and shoves them in his nose.
(Not-so-)Quick reminder:
GM Faelyn wrote:
Water laps steadily at the pier as sailors, laborers, and merchants rush busily around Absalom’s port. The venture-captain’s summons called for a meeting aboard the Sixwing Drake, a sleek sailing ship. The Drake’s captain, a Varisian woman and fellow Pathfinder named Zarah Zendrani, stands at the helm of her vessel. “It’s not like Valsin to be late,” she mutters, furrowing her brow.
As if on cue, a tall and meticulously groomed man pushes his way through the crowd and up the gangplank, cursing audibly. “Whoever supervises this mess of a port needs to be dumped in the sea!” he grumbles.
The tall man looks around at those gathered before him. “Just the group I requested. Perfect. I’m Venture-Captain Ambrus Valsin, and I took great care in selecting just the right Pathfinders for this assignment.” Valsin reaches into his belt pouch and withdraws a small, folded paper before continuing. “A few days ago, I received a curious note from a rather unexpected source. It’s not every day that I get a request from an agent of the Aspis Consortium.” Captain Zendrani’s eyes widen, and Valsin smiles knowingly. “But Magali Delroya does not appear to be your typical Aspis agent. As you surely know, the Aspis Consortium pursues a variety of activities across the Inner Sea that the Pathfinder Society finds abhorrent. It seems that Delroya has been working with them for some time, but can no longer stomach the snakes herself. She wants to stop a shipment of an experimental drug from leaving Diobel later this week. It’s bound for a number of locations across the Inner Sea region. According to Delroya, she can’t ask the local authorities for help, because the Aspis Consortium has already struck a deal with a faction of the Kortos Consortium, a powerful merchant collective. Her hands are tied, so she’s come to us for help. In this note, she outlines three different tasks that would help to disrupt the Aspis long enough for her to move the shipment to a secure location, out of the clutches of the consortium. Once you accomplish two of these tasks, she’s willing to meet with you, but not before."
“Normally, I wouldn’t trust an Aspis agent at any hour of the day. But our sources in Diobel have confirmed the Aspis and Kortos consortia’s activities. Everything checks out, so we are presented with a unique opportunity. If we help Delroya, we might not only strike a financial blow against the Aspis Consortium, but we could also reveal their dealings with the Kortos Consortium—and possibly prevent their arrangement from turning into a more formal alliance. Furthermore, we hope to stop this drug from spreading across the Inner Sea region, and if we—if all of you—do a good enough job, we might even convince Delroya to join the Society. A turncoat agent would be a valuable asset in our ongoing run-ins with the Aspis Consortium."
“Take some time to look over Delroya’s note and the tasks she has set for you. If you have any questions, now is the time to ask. Remember, the Aspis Consortium is a long-time enemy of the society, but the Kortos Consortium, while certainly suspicious, is not our enemy. It is a complex organization with many factions, and we should avoid antagonizing any of them, except when necessary to oppose the Aspis Consortium.”
As Ling passes by the small pipe near the rat he spots a strange glow emanating from it...
Tyranthraxis causes several of the individuals to stare at him in fright, looking as if they would have scrambled to their feet and run... if they could. Instead they simply fall to their sides, gasping in fright, staring at the apparition with wide eyes. The imperious phantom dismissed their foolish antics and proudly strolls(?) into the small room where he finds a vial containing an unknown liquid. The nearby female whimpers when Tyranthraxis picks it up. Despite her fear, she tries valiantly to reach for the vial, but is not able to gather the strength to snatch it back...
Craft (Alchemy) DC 14 OR Perception DC 18:
This is a vial of the unrefined Whip you were sent to find. Now you just need to find Laszo's notes...
Male Human Oracle (time) 2 | hp 19 | AC 13 T 10 FF 13 | CMD 12 | F +2 R +0 W +3 | Spd 20' | Init +0 | KnPla +9, OtherKn +3, Perc +5, SensM +5 | know. of the ages 4/day | 1st lvl spells 5/5
Okay, I'm going go make a judgement call on this one, because the dice are hating on you all right now. Kennick just barely missed the DC for the check to identify the contents of the vial. So I'll say that with two other rolls over 10 (Successful Aid Another rolls) and the reaction of the woman when the vial was taken from him, that you all are able to meet the DC for the spoiler. Now, you still have other things that need to be done for this portion of the scenario to be successful. From what you can tell, Laszo is not here nor are his notes. How do you wish to proceed?
N/N Male Human Fighter/3| HP: 29/29| AC Norm/Tch/FF: 22/13/19 | CMB/CMD: +7/19 | F/R/W: +4/+2/+1 | Init: +2 | Speed 30 ft [armor training] | Climb +4, Linguistics +2, Perc +3, Profession Soldier +4, Survival +5, Swim +4 | Active Conditions: None
There is the glowing statue to poke. Anything glowing needs to be poked, and Ling is not afraid to do so. He will go up to the statue and give it a good shove.
When Ling starts shoving on the pipe, it.... doesn't move! However, once he begins poking his hand into the pipe he suddenly hears an angry clicking and growling sound from the inside of the pipe. The glow from further in suddenly rushes towards him!
Male Human Oracle (time) 2 | hp 19 | AC 13 T 10 FF 13 | CMD 12 | F +2 R +0 W +3 | Spd 20' | Init +0 | KnPla +9, OtherKn +3, Perc +5, SensM +5 | know. of the ages 4/day | 1st lvl spells 5/5
acrobatics (jump):1d20 - 2 ⇒ (17) - 2 = 15
The Dude hops across sewer tunnel with surprising grace for such a big man in slimy sewer tunnel.
"Is that your guys's dog? Does he bite? Here boy. *tch tch tch* *whistle* Heeere boy."
