GM Fuzzfoot's #2 - The Hydra's Fang Incident (Inactive)

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Welcome! Please check in at the Discussion tab, and then dot in here. My rules are pretty simple - please post once a weekday/weekend, and have fun!

I am hoping to finish this up by Aug 19 to free everyone's characters for GameDay VI. It shouldn't be a problem if we keep the post rate up.

Dark Archive

Skills:
Intimidate +5 K. Planes +6 Survival +9 Sense Motive +13 Diplomacy +10, Prof. Archivist +9
Male Half-Orc PFS: 186188-1 Shaman/4
Stats:
│HP:27/27│ AC 16│ T10│ FF16│ F2│R1│W8│Init 2│Perception +6 (+9 in bright light, +12 with scent)│CMB 2│CMD 12│

Dot!

Liberty's Edge

CG Male Human Slayer 10| AC 21 | T 16 | FF 16 | HP: 88/88 | CMD 29 | Fort +14 | Ref +19 | Will +9 | Init +14 | Perception +19 Trap-Sense +5, Trapspotter|

Haliban is a a rather homely young man with a fancy bow, fancy armor, and surprisingly fancy boots covered in gemstones. He is eating a loaf of hearty bread as he waits for orders.

Grand Lodge

Image CG Half-elf(wildborn) Tk 9 | HP: 141/120(NL dmg=27)| AC 25 T15/FF20, CMD:21, Fort:+15*, R+13*, Will:+7*, Init:+7, Percep:+26(30 vs sound) | Burn:3 | conditions: none | Active effects: Force Ward(21 temp HP),Fortification 15%, Air Cushion(featherfall)AirShroud(air bubble), TK Invis

Fade sits rather loosely in a chair, drinking an ale with his head hung low, drying off the last bits of what was obviously a very wet and muddy event. His long dark hair is matted against his head, almost like a second skin, and his slender frame resembles a recently drowned rat. He wears dark clothes over more dark clothes and his skin is pale by contrast. A pouch here and a pouch there, along with a fairly full sack at his feet are what most notice. The more perceptive among you notice the stain of a recently dried and quite large puddle. There is not much else to the man as far as eyes can see.

"What? He snaps when he notices you looking. "Haven't you ever seen a man drip dry before? Yeah, I know, I'm here for the mission too. As long as its not anywhere near Raliscrad, or mud, I'll fine, don't you worry." he says with a finality in his tone.

Then a small grin shows through his stringy hair, and he wipes it away with a wave of his hand. "Looks like we have some interesting skills on this one. I'm sort of a recovery expert. Never get my hands dirty though, that's rule number three. First and second rule are kinda private, till I know you better. People call me lots of things, most of them not flattering, but I tend to go by Fade more often than not, so why don't you just call me that."

Grand Lodge

Female Human (Garundi) Wildling 7 | Diehard! | HP: 81/81 [95/95] | DR 1/- | AC: 20 [18] | T: 13 [11] | FF: 17 [15] | CMD: 25 [27] | Fort: +12 [14] | Ref: +9 | Will: +7 [9] (+1 vs fear and confusion) | Init: +3 (+5 in forest) | Perc: +12 (+14 in forest, +14 vs Humans+Aberrations) | SM: +2 (+4 Humans+Aberrations) | Spd: 40 ft.
Tracked Resources:
Spells: 1 - 2/2 ; Rage: 67/9

A stout woman comes in. She seems pretty dirty but smells of wood and moss. Splinters of wood are tangled in her dark hair. She looks at the other persons in the room and bares her teeth, letting out a snarl, as an animal would do. When she does so, you see that her canines are more developed than most human's and seem to have been through a lot of whetting. She carries a big Orc Double Axe in her back.

"MUUUUUUh." she says, drooling a little. She doesn't look really attractive neither smart or witty.

Grand Lodge

Image CG Half-elf(wildborn) Tk 9 | HP: 141/120(NL dmg=27)| AC 25 T15/FF20, CMD:21, Fort:+15*, R+13*, Will:+7*, Init:+7, Percep:+26(30 vs sound) | Burn:3 | conditions: none | Active effects: Force Ward(21 temp HP),Fortification 15%, Air Cushion(featherfall)AirShroud(air bubble), TK Invis

"MUUUUUUh." Fade replies with a nod of his head. "I get that. After my last mission that is almost exactly how I felt."

Grand Lodge

HP: 82/82 | AC 30 (t: 23/ff: 26) |F:+16, R:+13, W:+20 | Init: +17 | Perception: +37| Sense Motive: +36 Ki Pool: 10/10 | Bane: 8/8 Rounds | Perfect Strike 7/7 CMB +10; CMD 32 (29 FF) | Speed: 60' | Reroll: 1/1

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Dark Archive

Skills:
Intimidate +5 K. Planes +6 Survival +9 Sense Motive +13 Diplomacy +10, Prof. Archivist +9
Male Half-Orc PFS: 186188-1 Shaman/4
Stats:
│HP:27/27│ AC 16│ T10│ FF16│ F2│R1│W8│Init 2│Perception +6 (+9 in bright light, +12 with scent)│CMB 2│CMD 12│

Rogzul stands in a corner of the room, his tribal mask pushed up under his drawn hood, and watches as other pathfinder file in.

The strange celestial hawk on his shoulder flaps in agitation as the Garundi woman snarls, but the half-orc just snarled back, the hint of a grin showing off his pointed teeth.

He frowns and listens as the wet man, Fade, continues to ramble, not offering his own name in return.

Grand Lodge

Image CG Half-elf(wildborn) Tk 9 | HP: 141/120(NL dmg=27)| AC 25 T15/FF20, CMD:21, Fort:+15*, R+13*, Will:+7*, Init:+7, Percep:+26(30 vs sound) | Burn:3 | conditions: none | Active effects: Force Ward(21 temp HP),Fortification 15%, Air Cushion(featherfall)AirShroud(air bubble), TK Invis

"Hey You! Yeah you. The tall dark and orcish lookin' fella with the big flapping bird on his shoulder. Bird got your tongue? What's your name and what's your game?"

Dark Archive

Skills:
Intimidate +5 K. Planes +6 Survival +9 Sense Motive +13 Diplomacy +10, Prof. Archivist +9
Male Half-Orc PFS: 186188-1 Shaman/4
Stats:
│HP:27/27│ AC 16│ T10│ FF16│ F2│R1│W8│Init 2│Perception +6 (+9 in bright light, +12 with scent)│CMB 2│CMD 12│

Frowning in confusion the Half-orc points at himself.

"Rogzul. I don't play games. Why are you wet?"

He common is stilted, and slow and occasionaly he stops and turns his head, as though listening to something else.

Grand Lodge

Image CG Half-elf(wildborn) Tk 9 | HP: 141/120(NL dmg=27)| AC 25 T15/FF20, CMD:21, Fort:+15*, R+13*, Will:+7*, Init:+7, Percep:+26(30 vs sound) | Burn:3 | conditions: none | Active effects: Force Ward(21 temp HP),Fortification 15%, Air Cushion(featherfall)AirShroud(air bubble), TK Invis

"Just got back from a miserable place. I've been here a bit so I am hardly wet any more, but thanks for the reminder." he says grumpily.

Then with a sudden brightening of spirit and a grin he says,"You don't play games you say, eh? Well care to learn one? You see you just roll these here bones on the ground," and he holds out a pair of carved bone six sided dice in his hand, "and you wager what numbers'll come up. Simple and straight is how I like 'em. Care to give 'em a roll? We can start small and with silver if you like for a wager. How about three silver a toss? Any takers?"

Grand Lodge

HP: 82/82 | AC 30 (t: 23/ff: 26) |F:+16, R:+13, W:+20 | Init: +17 | Perception: +37| Sense Motive: +36 Ki Pool: 10/10 | Bane: 8/8 Rounds | Perfect Strike 7/7 CMB +10; CMD 32 (29 FF) | Speed: 60' | Reroll: 1/1

A young Taldan man walks into the briefing room. The blue and white fabric of his simple clothing mark him as a worshiper of Irori. However, in stark contrast to the half-elf and wildling in the room, the monk's clothes are meticulously clean. While his clothing is quite unremarkable, the weapon in his hand is far and away the most valuable item he carries. The unstrung darkwood longbow seems to be an extension of himself. Those paying close attention notice a filigree of wings near the arrow rest. He quietly observes the others in the room before bowing to them. "I am Bo. A pleasure to make your acquaintances."

He checks the kettle in the room, finding the water already hot. He goes about making tea for himself. He looks around and offers to make another cup for anyone interested before taking a seat near Haliban. The contrasting image of these two archers could not be greater. One encased in the finest wares one can buy, the other draped in spartan simplicity. However, the look in their eyes leave little doubt that both men are no stranger to combat.

Grand Lodge

Image CG Half-elf(wildborn) Tk 9 | HP: 141/120(NL dmg=27)| AC 25 T15/FF20, CMD:21, Fort:+15*, R+13*, Will:+7*, Init:+7, Percep:+26(30 vs sound) | Burn:3 | conditions: none | Active effects: Force Ward(21 temp HP),Fortification 15%, Air Cushion(featherfall)AirShroud(air bubble), TK Invis

Fade takes a casual glance over at the new arrival, "Great, another archer. Looks like we got the backfield covered in a fight." Then he takes a better look, seeing the somewhat innocent face and simple, almost innocent eyes, "Moving on... care to place a wager over here on the roll of some dice? It is a really fun game and it is perfect for beginners! Just three silver for a toss." and he grins like a cat that just at a canary.

Liberty's Edge

LN Elf, Hunter1/monk2|Hp23/23|AC 18/T14/FF14| CMD18|F6/R9/W2|Init 10|Perc10| Conditions: none|Affects: animal focus tiger +2 dex

Fearing he is late Lanfyr enters the briefing room. The tall slender elf slips in quietly as to not disturb any possible conversations. Head tilted downward but eyes ever searching he quickly looks about the room for a place to sit unnoticed. After sitting he quietly issues a greeting.
"Sorry for my late arrival, I am Lanfyr."
Trying to appear relaxed and comfortable Lanfyr places his hands onto the table in front of him. He moves them about several times but even to him it looks clumsy and pathetic. He again looks about the room a bit nervously and sees the one named Bo holding a container which looks to hold something hot and it looks like he is offering others in the room some. Lanfyr can think of no better way to keep his hands busy at the moment so calls out to the Taldan man.
"If you don't mind. I would like what it is you are drinking."

Liberty's Edge

CG Male Human Slayer 10| AC 21 | T 16 | FF 16 | HP: 88/88 | CMD 29 | Fort +14 | Ref +19 | Will +9 | Init +14 | Perception +19 Trap-Sense +5, Trapspotter|

"I'll take some tea, Thank you. Want some bread? I'm Haliban by the way. Anyone know why we were called here?"
Haliban offers the bread around. It is good and filling though not fancy.


Knowledge | GSC | Mummy's Mask | WftC | RotR$ | Carrion Crown

"I do."

Out of a hidden passageway revealed as a bookcase slides open, Marcos Farabellus comes strolling in.

"I need you to make way for Diobel immediately. I have already arranged transport with a caravan. There is a matter of some urgency there, as we try to hold international peace together. Once there, meet your contact at a pub called "the Tails", and he will give you your instructions. "

He looks as you, as if waiting for questions, but then before anyone can speak he says "Well, what are you waiting for? Get moving! The caravan leaves in 15 minutes!"

Anyone have last minute purchases to make? Feel free to post in Discussion. Meanwhile, we will continue on.

You arrive in Diobel via the overland route from Absalom head straight to the pub known as “The Tails”; a dingy, brine-soaked shack covered with swordfish tails located in a rundown section of town called South Reach. There, bitter longshoreman coming off the graveyard shifts pile in and slam rounds of a potent shark-fin liquor, cursing and complaining until they’re drunk enough to be carted home by noon. The disparaged scene has few prying eyes—the ideal place for Pathfinders to pass along their covert whispers. You enter early in the day, when the small crowd of older men is at its most drunk and rowdy, the revelry within barely contained by the boarded-up windows. You stand out like sore thumbs among the ruddy-faced dockworkers, most of whom have more gin-blossoms than teeth. The crowd immediately heckles you for being up-scalers and gold-thumbers, demanding you spend some of your coin to buy the bar a round, but quickly fall silent when moments later, a dark, cloaked figure rises from the back of the bar. Then, eyes averted, everyone returns to their former conversations. Drawing back his cloak, your contact reveals himself—a man his late forties with obvious Chelaxian features and a faint beard. He introduces himself only as Osprey, then invites you to sit before he finally tells you why the Society dragged you to Diobel:

“We’ve word that the accursed Chelaxian pirate Darsielle Du Moire’s has anchored his much sought ship, the Hydra’s Fang, in the harbor. Everyone’s looking for that bastard. He carries with him some ancient tablets of extreme historical value to our organization. Unknown to most, Wittlestone, the small Andoren town Du Moire razed to the ground, was also home to Myraxus Threeshadows, a noted but aging sage and umber mystic supposedly of ancient Azlanti decent. Among Myraxus’s possessions he kept ancient forgeries of several tablets used in ancient rites during Old Azlant’s height. When Darsielle destroyed the village, he slew the wizard and took the tablets, hoping to pawn them to one of his buyers in Diobel. The tablets are a priceless archeological treasure, one greatly desired by the Pathfinder Society. In fact, just prior to the Azlanti’s death, we placed several bids to purchase the tablets and so naturally were the first to realize they’d gone missing. You must race to get Du Moire and recover the stolen tablets before his pursuers find him or he flees port.

“If our sources are correct, we’ve learned that he owes a substantial amount of money to one of the Consortium’s more ambitious Enforcers, an importer named Lubor Staizkal. Likely he needs to settle with him at some point. Go to Lubor’s shop on Meldon Lane, near the docks, and see if you can pick up Du Moire’s trail from there, then do whatever you can to get those tablets. May the Gods speed you in this task.”

Unlike Farabellus, Osprey seems to be available for questions.

Dark Archive

Skills:
Intimidate +5 K. Planes +6 Survival +9 Sense Motive +13 Diplomacy +10, Prof. Archivist +9
Male Half-Orc PFS: 186188-1 Shaman/4
Stats:
│HP:27/27│ AC 16│ T10│ FF16│ F2│R1│W8│Init 2│Perception +6 (+9 in bright light, +12 with scent)│CMB 2│CMD 12│

Rogzul had enjoyed the brief trip to Diobel, being outside with Kashag able to fly as much as he wanted, not worrying about odd human civilization. Being back in the bar was aggravating, as were all the people trying to take his money.

His coin purse was still gripped tightly in his hand, and he was so worried about anything packed onto his mule outside that he mostly ignored what Osprey was telling the group. The spirits whispering in his ear however picked up on the mention of ancient tablets, and their value to Zarta.

"We should go!" He says, edging toward the door, but, having been on a number of missions with the society, he waits to see if his smarter companions might have questions.

Liberty's Edge

CG Male Human Slayer 10| AC 21 | T 16 | FF 16 | HP: 88/88 | CMD 29 | Fort +14 | Ref +19 | Will +9 | Init +14 | Perception +19 Trap-Sense +5, Trapspotter|

"Since he's a pirate I presume you want this Du Moire dead. After we take what valuables we deem useful to our cause of course. Does he keep slaves?"

Grand Lodge

Image CG Half-elf(wildborn) Tk 9 | HP: 141/120(NL dmg=27)| AC 25 T15/FF20, CMD:21, Fort:+15*, R+13*, Will:+7*, Init:+7, Percep:+26(30 vs sound) | Burn:3 | conditions: none | Active effects: Force Ward(21 temp HP),Fortification 15%, Air Cushion(featherfall)AirShroud(air bubble), TK Invis

"Whoa whoa whoa there killer! Let's not jump to conclusions now. " Fade says with hands raised in a stopping fashion.

"I'm no lover of pirates mind you, but maybe he had good reasons for whatever he's been accused of, or maybe he is innocent altogether and it was a frame job or some bad press." Fade almost seems to be speaking from personal experience as he​ moves his hands expressively with his words.

Leaning in conspiratorially, Fade whispers to Osprey, "Ok, so what can you tell us about his crew, his ship, or this Du fellow himself for that matter? If we are going after him, it's best we know as much as we can."

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Knowledge | GSC | Mummy's Mask | WftC | RotR$ | Carrion Crown

"Let me be clear. The Pathfinder Society is not looking to assassinate the man. We just want to recover the tablets. However, proof of his defeat would also go a long way to satisfying the countries that seek his death and/or capture, and that would be a bonus as well."

"Nobody likes Darsielle Du Moire, bloody nobody. Born the third son of a wealthy Chelaxian count, the young blueblood prided himself for squandering his family’s fortunes on debauchery and hedonism. Mocking the courtly traditions and old laws with arrogant disregard, the pampered brat recklessly offended high-ranking Chelish nobles, evoking the scorn of his father’s once trusted allies. To rid himself of damning social embarrassments, the elder Du Moire gifted his son with a small sailing vessel and a privateer’s writ. He sent the cocksure lad off into the oceans, confident either bloodthirsty pirates or disgruntled crewmen would soon dispose of him.

"Ironically, Darsielle took to a privateer’s life like a jackal upon the carcass of a fallen stag. In a few short seasons, he sank half a dozen pirate ships, as well as one or two Andoren vessels that he claimed were unmarked. Due to tales of his ruthlessness, the infamy of his sip, the Hydra’s Fang, spread. Of his original crewmen, few remained. Men he tired of, he keelhauled and fed their bones to the greedy sharks. He quickly replaced those possessing too much honor with scurvy whelps he’d plucked from crews of ships he’d sunk. Thus, by the end of the year, Darsielle commanded a crew of nothing but contemptible bastards.

"In the spring of 4708, Du Moire sailed into Westcrown and superciliously demanded to be crowned admiral of the Chelish dragoon fleet, a demand that was flatly denied. Neither his arrogance nor his recklessness sat well with the current high-admiral, Astran Thrune. Compounding matters, the Andoran government accused Du Moire of deliberately attacking free Andoren ships. Dubbing his attacks “acts of war,” they threatened to retaliate unless the Chelish government placed a ceaseand-desist upon the Hydra’s Fang. Soon after, several of the imperial families called for the privateer’s head.

"Upon official word of his condemnation, Darsielle fled Westcrown and went on a rampage, foundering ships and looting small towns up and down the Andoren coast. This time, the Andorens responded with a formal declaration of war. Hoping to avoid conflict, the Chelish diplomats promised to permanently rid the Inner Sea of the Hydra’s Fang, provided they stay their attacks. Andoran accepted a temporary treaty, giving Cheliax 30 days to make good on their offer. The clock is ticking.

"A fortnight later, Darsielle struck the small Andoren village of Wittleshine, burning it to the ground. He churned the ivory sands to black ash, butchering scores of fishermen and seaweed farmers before dragging off the living in slave chains. Keeping their word, Chelish dragoons attempted to stop him by ambushing him with two battleships just off shore. Chelish rear-admiral Gusarre the Bleak led the dragoons and in a radical maneuver rammed the prow his ship, the Righteous Fury, into the Hydra’s Fang’s hull. Unfortunately, one of Darseille’s men got off a lucky retaliatory shot that struck Gusarre in the throat, pitching the admiral into the angry waters. In the disarray, Darsielle’s men set the Righteous Fury’s sails aflame with a barrage of tarred arrows. Du Moire quickly piloted a narrow escape, while the remaining Chelish ship chose to aid their allies rather than give pursuit—a poor decision, for which her captain was later hanged."

Liberty's Edge

CG Male Human Slayer 10| AC 21 | T 16 | FF 16 | HP: 88/88 | CMD 29 | Fort +14 | Ref +19 | Will +9 | Init +14 | Perception +19 Trap-Sense +5, Trapspotter|

"That is bad press indeed. Sounds to me like the man needs to die. And we can give his head to either the Andorens or to the Chelish government to deliver it themselves."

Dark Archive

Skills:
Intimidate +5 K. Planes +6 Survival +9 Sense Motive +13 Diplomacy +10, Prof. Archivist +9
Male Half-Orc PFS: 186188-1 Shaman/4
Stats:
│HP:27/27│ AC 16│ T10│ FF16│ F2│R1│W8│Init 2│Perception +6 (+9 in bright light, +12 with scent)│CMB 2│CMD 12│

"And burn his ship!" Rogzul says excitedly, a bit of his tribal nature shining through the glint in his eye.

"We will prove that we are stronger warriors...and collect the tablets." He adds as his spirits remind him of the real objective.

Grand Lodge

Image CG Half-elf(wildborn) Tk 9 | HP: 141/120(NL dmg=27)| AC 25 T15/FF20, CMD:21, Fort:+15*, R+13*, Will:+7*, Init:+7, Percep:+26(30 vs sound) | Burn:3 | conditions: none | Active effects: Force Ward(21 temp HP),Fortification 15%, Air Cushion(featherfall)AirShroud(air bubble), TK Invis

"Oh well," Fade says, loudly cracking his tense neck muscles, "might as well get this done then. The job sounds simple enough. Just find one of the most sought after, blood thirsty, successful pirates on the waters today and do what the entire Andoran and Chelish fleets couldn't." his words practically drip with sarcasm. "Oh and of course bring back some tablets that the Society feels are valuable. You know, you really don't pay me, err... us, well enough for this type of thing." he says, waggling his finger at Osprey. "Lucky for you I was bored and didn't have anything better to do. So back to business. How are we supposed to be able to recognize these tablets and where should we bring them when we are done?"


Knowledge | GSC | Mummy's Mask | WftC | RotR$ | Carrion Crown

"The tablets are very old, tablet shaped, and each is made of a different material. When you recover them, return to Absalom with them."

Grand Lodge

Image CG Half-elf(wildborn) Tk 9 | HP: 141/120(NL dmg=27)| AC 25 T15/FF20, CMD:21, Fort:+15*, R+13*, Will:+7*, Init:+7, Percep:+26(30 vs sound) | Burn:3 | conditions: none | Active effects: Force Ward(21 temp HP),Fortification 15%, Air Cushion(featherfall)AirShroud(air bubble), TK Invis

"Wonderful description. It has been a real treat working with you Osprey. See you in Absalom." Fade says sourly.

"Guess we better be off." he says, looking to the other members of the team. He quickly finishes his drink with one last swallow, and then the group heads out in the search of Lubor’s shop on Meldon Lane, near the docks.

Unless anyone else wants to do something different. BTW what can we find out about Lubor if anything?


Knowledge | GSC | Mummy's Mask | WftC | RotR$ | Carrion Crown

Knowledge,local DC 16:

Lubor Staizkal is a disgruntled Andoren dragoon who retired to Diobel. There Lubor landed a job as a customs inspector and quickly garnered attention for recognizing known smugglers and pirates.

Knowledge,local DC 23:

Soon, the Consortium hired him as an Enforcer, giving him the ability to seize unauthorized goods and contraband in their name. His latest responsibilities involve brokering illicit deals with those Consortium affiliates willing to smuggle contraband against Consortium law.

Liberty's Edge

CG Male Human Slayer 10| AC 21 | T 16 | FF 16 | HP: 88/88 | CMD 29 | Fort +14 | Ref +19 | Will +9 | Init +14 | Perception +19 Trap-Sense +5, Trapspotter|

"We can just carry off all the tablets. What are the odds he has a collection of them?"
Kn Local: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

"Heh. Lubor. Funny name."

Grand Lodge

Image CG Half-elf(wildborn) Tk 9 | HP: 141/120(NL dmg=27)| AC 25 T15/FF20, CMD:21, Fort:+15*, R+13*, Will:+7*, Init:+7, Percep:+26(30 vs sound) | Burn:3 | conditions: none | Active effects: Force Ward(21 temp HP),Fortification 15%, Air Cushion(featherfall)AirShroud(air bubble), TK Invis

Know Local: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

As the group departs, and they are further away from prying ears, Fade passes on what little he knows about Lubor.

"Ok, so here is a little skinny on Lubor Staizkal. He's a disgruntled Andoren dragoon that retired all the way over here Diobel. He landed a job as a customs inspector and in no time flat he had plenty of attention for recognizing all the good underworld types. You know, smugglers and pirates. That's about all I know about the man. Anyone else have any more gems they feel like dropping in our ears?"

Grand Lodge

HP: 82/82 | AC 30 (t: 23/ff: 26) |F:+16, R:+13, W:+20 | Init: +17 | Perception: +37| Sense Motive: +36 Ki Pool: 10/10 | Bane: 8/8 Rounds | Perfect Strike 7/7 CMB +10; CMD 32 (29 FF) | Speed: 60' | Reroll: 1/1

"These tablets, I understand they are historically important. Are they magical at all? Should we expect any other people interested in the tablets?"

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Knowledge | GSC | Mummy's Mask | WftC | RotR$ | Carrion Crown

"No, I don't believe they hold magic. But they hold a great deal of historical significance. As such, in a place like this, it would be prudent to be wary of others who might be interested."

Grand Lodge

Female Human (Garundi) Wildling 7 | Diehard! | HP: 81/81 [95/95] | DR 1/- | AC: 20 [18] | T: 13 [11] | FF: 17 [15] | CMD: 25 [27] | Fort: +12 [14] | Ref: +9 | Will: +7 [9] (+1 vs fear and confusion) | Init: +3 (+5 in forest) | Perc: +12 (+14 in forest, +14 vs Humans+Aberrations) | SM: +2 (+4 Humans+Aberrations) | Spd: 40 ft.
Tracked Resources:
Spells: 1 - 2/2 ; Rage: 67/9

Marduk, not quite understanding the whereabouts of the mission scratches her head.

"NO KillINGS? Whyz? MasTER FarAMElus SAyz we sumtaimz killz." she says, frowning.

Not quite ready yet, sorry about that.

Dark Archive

Skills:
Intimidate +5 K. Planes +6 Survival +9 Sense Motive +13 Diplomacy +10, Prof. Archivist +9
Male Half-Orc PFS: 186188-1 Shaman/4
Stats:
│HP:27/27│ AC 16│ T10│ FF16│ F2│R1│W8│Init 2│Perception +6 (+9 in bright light, +12 with scent)│CMB 2│CMD 12│

K. Local: 1d20 ⇒ 5 Can roll untrained on Aspis Consortium Agents per Inside Knowledge Boon.

Rogzul realizes, for a moment, that he may have heard of Lubor, but the idea if gone as fast as it arrived and he gives it not further thought.
"Maybe he'll make us kill him." Rog shrugs, trying to console Marduk, though its unclear if he means Lubor or Darsielle. "My spirits tell me to go talk to him. So we go talk. Don't want to lose tablets."

Without waiting for an answer Rogzul exits the bar and begins unhitching his mule from the post outside.

Grand Lodge

Image CG Half-elf(wildborn) Tk 9 | HP: 141/120(NL dmg=27)| AC 25 T15/FF20, CMD:21, Fort:+15*, R+13*, Will:+7*, Init:+7, Percep:+26(30 vs sound) | Burn:3 | conditions: none | Active effects: Force Ward(21 temp HP),Fortification 15%, Air Cushion(featherfall)AirShroud(air bubble), TK Invis

They gave me a crew like this? They are all a bunch of killers, plain and simple. Even the quiet one, Bo, looks to be deadly with that bent stick of his. Fade thinks to himself as they head to the docks.

They must really want this pirate dead, is all I can figure. Sure we need to get the tablet, but sending this many killers sends pretty a clear message.

"You know," he sighs on the walk, "The more I think about this guy Darsielle... The more I want to knock his teeth out. He is one deadly and duplicitous son of a she beast and he's burned down entire towns and enslaved hundreds. I am thinking we don't give him a chance to talk when we see him. Lubor though, he may know how to find Darsielle. That's why we need to talk with him, or at least search his shop for clues."


Knowledge | GSC | Mummy's Mask | WftC | RotR$ | Carrion Crown

You arrive at the shop of one of Du Moire’s supposed connections. A sign over the door reads “Lubor’s Imports.” The door hangs slightly ajar. All is dark within, and eerily silent. As you peer inside, you witness the scene of a recent brawl. Furniture lies smashed and strewn about. Near a closed door at the back of the shop, two bodies slump upon the floor, their blood pooling slowly beneath them.

Grand Lodge

HP: 82/82 | AC 30 (t: 23/ff: 26) |F:+16, R:+13, W:+20 | Init: +17 | Perception: +37| Sense Motive: +36 Ki Pool: 10/10 | Bane: 8/8 Rounds | Perfect Strike 7/7 CMB +10; CMD 32 (29 FF) | Speed: 60' | Reroll: 1/1

Faster than the eye can track, the monk has his weapon out and an arrow knocked. He spends a moment focusing his key to bolster his defenses and enters the shop.

Spending a ki point to activate Barkskin (+2 Natural armor enhancement for 50 minutes).

Grand Lodge

Image CG Half-elf(wildborn) Tk 9 | HP: 141/120(NL dmg=27)| AC 25 T15/FF20, CMD:21, Fort:+15*, R+13*, Will:+7*, Init:+7, Percep:+26(30 vs sound) | Burn:3 | conditions: none | Active effects: Force Ward(21 temp HP),Fortification 15%, Air Cushion(featherfall)AirShroud(air bubble), TK Invis

@GM Fuzzfoot --> Would please you change the permissions on the map. It is set as view only right now. Thanks!

This is where it gets interesting. Fade follows behind the nimble archer keeping his eyes out for traps and listening for anyone fleeing the scene or still present waiting to ambush them. The blood is still pooling. It can't have happened long ago.

perception: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (17) + 16 = 33 +2 more for listening/sounds

He silently touches the spartan bowman on the shoulder to get his attention, then points to the door to the back of the shop and with a slight focus of his mind, he opens the door.

Use TK Finesse to open the door. If it is locked, he will try to pick the lock from the entrance of the shop with TK Finesse.

Disable Device: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (18) + 19 = 37
Stealth: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11 Not quite the roll I was looking for, lol. The others were stellar though!

Liberty's Edge

CG Male Human Slayer 10| AC 21 | T 16 | FF 16 | HP: 88/88 | CMD 29 | Fort +14 | Ref +19 | Will +9 | Init +14 | Perception +19 Trap-Sense +5, Trapspotter|

Haliban will pull his bow and stand next to the doorway.

Dark Archive

Skills:
Intimidate +5 K. Planes +6 Survival +9 Sense Motive +13 Diplomacy +10, Prof. Archivist +9
Male Half-Orc PFS: 186188-1 Shaman/4
Stats:
│HP:27/27│ AC 16│ T10│ FF16│ F2│R1│W8│Init 2│Perception +6 (+9 in bright light, +12 with scent)│CMB 2│CMD 12│

As soon as the bodies are revealed Rogzul starts sniffing the air and looking around to see if he can find any signs of the killer. Unfortunately his normally finely honed senses fail him in the bustle of civilization.

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15 -6 for sights/sounds

As Haliban moved next to the doorway, the shamans war sense compels him to start considering his spells and preparing for a fight, he draws his sickle and pulls his mask down over his face, he looks to Marduk.

"You might get to kill."


Knowledge | GSC | Mummy's Mask | WftC | RotR$ | Carrion Crown

Try the map now.

You are not sure, Fade, but you think you might hear shuffling of something in the room. The door was bolted shut, but you managed to open it. Unfortunately, it was not without a loud click.

Grand Lodge

Image CG Half-elf(wildborn) Tk 9 | HP: 141/120(NL dmg=27)| AC 25 T15/FF20, CMD:21, Fort:+15*, R+13*, Will:+7*, Init:+7, Percep:+26(30 vs sound) | Burn:3 | conditions: none | Active effects: Force Ward(21 temp HP),Fortification 15%, Air Cushion(featherfall)AirShroud(air bubble), TK Invis

"Damn!" Fade curses under his breath as the latch clicks loudly. "There is someone still inside." he mouths silently to his team, pointing to the still closed door.

He then shifts further away from the door and suddenly flings it open wide telekinetically!

Grand Lodge

Female Human (Garundi) Wildling 7 | Diehard! | HP: 81/81 [95/95] | DR 1/- | AC: 20 [18] | T: 13 [11] | FF: 17 [15] | CMD: 25 [27] | Fort: +12 [14] | Ref: +9 | Will: +7 [9] (+1 vs fear and confusion) | Init: +3 (+5 in forest) | Perc: +12 (+14 in forest, +14 vs Humans+Aberrations) | SM: +2 (+4 Humans+Aberrations) | Spd: 40 ft.
Tracked Resources:
Spells: 1 - 2/2 ; Rage: 67/9

Marduk, seeing Fade use his 'magic', unsheathes her double axe and strides inside the house, yelling:

"COWAARD! COMOUT Oov Yur ROoM!"

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11 +2 if it's human

Liberty's Edge

CG Male Human Slayer 10| AC 21 | T 16 | FF 16 | HP: 88/88 | CMD 29 | Fort +14 | Ref +19 | Will +9 | Init +14 | Perception +19 Trap-Sense +5, Trapspotter|

"well if they didn't hear the lock open they sure heard that."
Haliban will move into the room next to the other door.

Liberty's Edge

LN Elf, Hunter1/monk2|Hp23/23|AC 18/T14/FF14| CMD18|F6/R9/W2|Init 10|Perc10| Conditions: none|Affects: animal focus tiger +2 dex

Lanfyr moves toward the back of he building as it is getting very crowded in the front of the small building.
Double move to the back of the building and peers/listens at the widow.
perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

Dark Archive

Skills:
Intimidate +5 K. Planes +6 Survival +9 Sense Motive +13 Diplomacy +10, Prof. Archivist +9
Male Half-Orc PFS: 186188-1 Shaman/4
Stats:
│HP:27/27│ AC 16│ T10│ FF16│ F2│R1│W8│Init 2│Perception +6 (+9 in bright light, +12 with scent)│CMB 2│CMD 12│

Rogzul maintains his position by the first door, preparing spells and hexes to be cast on foes and allies.


Knowledge | GSC | Mummy's Mask | WftC | RotR$ | Carrion Crown

I have had like 12 posts eaten today! It is getting quite frustrating to see that goblin ripping apart the computer...

As you peer into the next room, you see that a teenage girl hovers over the corpse of a middle-aged merchant. Her silent eyes filled with tears, she mouths the word “daddy.”

Grand Lodge

HP: 82/82 | AC 30 (t: 23/ff: 26) |F:+16, R:+13, W:+20 | Init: +17 | Perception: +37| Sense Motive: +36 Ki Pool: 10/10 | Bane: 8/8 Rounds | Perfect Strike 7/7 CMB +10; CMD 32 (29 FF) | Speed: 60' | Reroll: 1/1

The monk eases the tension on his bow string. "Ma'am...or uh...little girl...young lady..are you hurt?"

Dark Archive

Skills:
Intimidate +5 K. Planes +6 Survival +9 Sense Motive +13 Diplomacy +10, Prof. Archivist +9
Male Half-Orc PFS: 186188-1 Shaman/4
Stats:
│HP:27/27│ AC 16│ T10│ FF16│ F2│R1│W8│Init 2│Perception +6 (+9 in bright light, +12 with scent)│CMB 2│CMD 12│

Quietly, Rog steps into the room and eyes the girl. He doesn't say anything, but if/when she responds to Bo Goh, he listens carefully and watches her body language, trying to decide if she's a threat.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (6) + 13 = 19

Grand Lodge

Image CG Half-elf(wildborn) Tk 9 | HP: 141/120(NL dmg=27)| AC 25 T15/FF20, CMD:21, Fort:+15*, R+13*, Will:+7*, Init:+7, Percep:+26(30 vs sound) | Burn:3 | conditions: none | Active effects: Force Ward(21 temp HP),Fortification 15%, Air Cushion(featherfall)AirShroud(air bubble), TK Invis

Quickly looking and listening for hidden threats in the room, Fade eyes the girl.

Perception: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (4) + 16 = 20 +2 vs sound

Pooling blood means it was recent. They left the front door ajar. I didn't notice any crying when I heard ransacking going on behind that second door, which was closed and even latched.

Deciding he doesn't care if she's a kid, the scene just doesn't add up to him, Fade tries to step forward but there is little room to move in the small shop, so instead he yells, "For the love of... you don't close and latch a door behind you when you find your father bleeding to death on the floor!"

Liberty's Edge

LN Elf, Hunter1/monk2|Hp23/23|AC 18/T14/FF14| CMD18|F6/R9/W2|Init 10|Perc10| Conditions: none|Affects: animal focus tiger +2 dex

A few moments pass and no obvious sounds of combat are made so Lanfyr questions his next move. He tries the window seeing if he can open it. If that fails he abandons it around the immediate area for any to call to for help then moves again to the front of the building to try to help the others.

Grand Lodge

Female Human (Garundi) Wildling 7 | Diehard! | HP: 81/81 [95/95] | DR 1/- | AC: 20 [18] | T: 13 [11] | FF: 17 [15] | CMD: 25 [27] | Fort: +12 [14] | Ref: +9 | Will: +7 [9] (+1 vs fear and confusion) | Init: +3 (+5 in forest) | Perc: +12 (+14 in forest, +14 vs Humans+Aberrations) | SM: +2 (+4 Humans+Aberrations) | Spd: 40 ft.
Tracked Resources:
Spells: 1 - 2/2 ; Rage: 67/9

"Wut? Me no daddy. Me Moommy!" says Marduk, not quite getting the situation here. She sheathes back her double axe and looks at the room, not really caring for the child in there.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13 wow, astounding!

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