GM Ladile & the Pathfinder Society Present: Race for the Runecarved Key (Tier 1-2) (Inactive)

Game Master Lady Ladile

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Season of Ghosts

An ancient Thassilonian artifact has been unearthed in Magnimar and is to be auctioned off by the city government. In order to maintain good relations with those in power in the City of Monuments, the Pathfinder Society must obtain the relic without simply stealing it, although employing any other means necessary. It falls to the PCs to infiltrate the auction, sabotage the other bidders' efforts, and call in favors from those in the Society's debt to ensure the Runecarved Key (and the secrets it unlocks) belongs to the Pathfinders when the adventure draws to a close.
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Welcome! Please check in here and in the Discussion thread; we will officially be starting on January 5th :)

Grand Lodge

Male Nagaji Bbn1/Nin1 HP 22 | AC 17, T 12, FF 15 | F: +4, R: +4, W: +0 | CMD 16 | Perc. +6 | Init. +4

A humanoid creature forming a towering greyish wall of scales is recognizable as a Nagaji is first to arrive at the group's assembly point.

The Nagaji flicks his forked tongue out as he glances about, his scaled hand caresses the hilt of his falchion as he waits he muses to himself "Messsage ssay meet here."

The Exchange

CG Male half-elf rogue 8 | HP 67/67 | AC: 21 T:17 FF:15 | F +4 R +12 W +2 (+2 vs. enchantments) | Init +12 | Perc +13 | Low-light vision | Trapfinding +4

Tathane Halfbarrel, a rowdy and rambunctious half-elf, skips up to the assembly area. He stops when he sees a Nagaji loitering around in the same place. "You waiting for our mission?" Before waiting for an answer he plops down on the ground with legs crossed and picks a stem of grass from the ground.

Grand Lodge

NG Male Human Druid 2 | AC 15, T 12, FF 13 | hp 11| Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +7 | Init +2 | Perc +9 | CMD 13 | Speed 30 ft.

Teann, a frail looking human walks up to the assembly point with he cheetah alongside him. when he sees the group waiting there he says " Greyscales good to see that you will be joining me on this adventure. hopefully we all come out of this adventure in one piece." then sits down and starts petting fluffy his cheetah.

Grand Lodge

CN Male human brawler 1 | HP 11/12 | AC: 18 T:14 FF:14 | F +3 R +6 W +1 | Init +4 | Perc +4 | Martial flexibility (4 per day)

Thern, a young human male in a long cloak, walks up to the group and says, "Is this uh the place we're gathering for um... the pathfinder mission?" Then Thern notices the party sitting and takes a seat.

Dark Archive

CG male samsaran cleric of Desna (ecclesitheurge)-3 / wizard (conjurer)-3 | HP 44/44 | AC 17 / 12T / 17FF | CMD 15 | Fort +7, Reflex +4, Will +11; +2 vs death/neg. energy/neg. levels; life bound | | Init +4 | Perception +7, low-light vision; Sense Motive +10 | Speed 40 ft. | Agile Feet 6/6 day | Channel Positive Energy d6, 2/3 day, DC11 | comprehend languages, deathwatch, stabilize 1/1 day | Acid Dart d6+1, 7/7 day | Acid Splash 3/3 day | Conditions: Mage Armor, Shield of Faith, Bless, Moment of Greatness

A tall thin man with black hair, white eyes, and light blue skin joins the party of young Pathfinders. "Well met, friends. I am Lazaras Logos, a wizard and priest of the Song of Spheres."

Lazarus Logos is a samsaran conjurer and priest of Desna, with countless mystic past lives.

He travels the world, studying the heavens and ancient civilizations, ever in pursuit of old knowledge and new experiences.

The 72-year-old samsaran is six feet tall and weighs just over eleven stone. He wears white robes with black trim and silk caps, highlighted by varied decorative elements in keeping with a devotee of the Song of Spheres. His forearm bears a blue and white tattoo depicting the holy symbol of Desna, the butterfly, stylized to resemble her herald, the Night Monarch.

His familiar is a white rabbit named Sid.

Sid's personality was inspired by Craig Ferguson's puppet, Sid the Cussing Bunny.

The Exchange

Resources:
Wand of CLW , 43 charges, alchemist’s fire, acid flask, tanglefoot bag, holy water and antitoxin
Active Conditions: none Male human (Taldan) rogue (unchained, knife master) 3 | HP 25/25 | AC 18 , T 14, FF 14 | F: +2, R: +6, W: 0 | CMD 19 | Perc. +5 | Init. +7

A slovenly, wretched man saunters into the room where his eyes look over the other Pathfinders already assembled. His messy blonde hair hangs over his ears though his dark hazel eyes miss nothing. He is dressed simply, wearing studded leather and is well armed with many small blades, a dagger along with a brace of knives.

"Looks like we are awaiting those who pay our wages eh?" He grins, licking his fingers briefly. "Always best to start these missions on a full stomach, I always say!"

I hate being the first one to report!

The Exchange

CG Male half-elf rogue 8 | HP 67/67 | AC: 21 T:17 FF:15 | F +4 R +12 W +2 (+2 vs. enchantments) | Init +12 | Perc +13 | Low-light vision | Trapfinding +4

With the newcomers, Tathane jumps up and greets them. "Hello, hello, hello, and hello," he says to each with gusto. "As you can see, we're all waiting, so this must be the place. I would sing you a jig, or dance a short ballad to pass the time, but, you see, I'm not a bard and have absolutely no ability to perform. Maybe one of you?" Tathane looks from person to person. He pauses at the tall, blue samsaran. "Hey. Know any good tricks?"

Grand Lodge

Male Nagaji Bbn1/Nin1 HP 22 | AC 17, T 12, FF 15 | F: +4, R: +4, W: +0 | CMD 16 | Perc. +6 | Init. +4

Grayscales gazes with his slit pupil eyes upon Tathane for a moment before responding "Graysscaless doess not dancce."

The greyish mountain nods to Teann, "Good to ssee you sstill live." Grayscales' forked tongue flicks out as he speaks.


VC - Sydney, Australia

VC Sheila Heidmarch

At the request of hosts Canayven and Sheila Heidmarch, you have been invited to attend a private meeting at Heidmarch Manor. A large number of your fellow Pathfinders have clearly also been given a similar invitation, however the appearance of Sheila Heidmarch suggests all is about to be made clear.

She calls for your attention, and as the noise dies down she begins to speak.

”Dear friends, welcome to Magnimar and the newest Pathfinder Lodge—Heidmarch Manor. For those of you who do not yet know me, my name is Sheila Heidmarch—venture-captain of Magnimar. This lodge is also my home, which I share with my husband Canayven. While we are far from the comforts of the Grand Lodge at Absalom, we shall do our best to accommodate you with our humble Varisian hospitalities. My husband and I both spent many years in the field, so we know well what you do and appreciate that you have answered our summons. We are both extremely grateful to receive you and your support.”

“As you well know, Heidmarch Manor is a new lodge. Presently it is funded almost entirely from my own resources. Although I adore Magnimar, we have as many enemies here as friends. This being the case, I seek to court the favor of more powerful allies, specifically members of the Council of Ushers and the Office of the Lord Mayor.”

“This brings the conversation to our current situation. On one of their more recent salvage runs, the wondrous artificers of the Golemworks uncovered a strange relic while dredging stone from the bottom of Magnimar’s harbor. The relic appears to be some sort of a giant key, etched with ancient Thassilonian runes that their learned arcanists speculate may even predate the coming of the mysterious runelords. Because the key falls outside their area of expertise, the Golemworks donated the curious aritfact to the Office of the Lord Mayor. In turn, the Lord Mayor intends to auction off the key to the highest bidder in short order, to fund municipal projects. The auction will be run by the Cathedral of Abadar, gold in hand—meaning immediately after the final bid is accepted, the bidder must pay for his prize in full.”

“We want the key. However, we want it legally. Our establishment in Magnimar is relatively new and our footing tenuous. We need to secure more stable political relationships with the Lord Mayor’s office and the Council of Ushers to ensure the Society’s long term success in this city; especially since the Aspis Consortium already has such a strong foothold here. The legitimate purchase of the Runecarved Key from the local authorities would demonstrate our respect for the city’s government, which would go a long way toward improving our public image with these people.”

“That said, we can greatly increase our chances of winning the auction by persuading our competition to back out. While there are some we believe we can outbid, we are a new lodge with far fewer funds than many. Thus, we must find out who else is interested in the key, how much they can bid, and whether or not we can knock them out of the auction.”

“To assure our success, our espionage must be extensive. Therefore we have divided the task between our agents. While division stands to place field operatives in greater danger, we cannot risk revealing ourselves by working en mass. If you are discovered, we will disavow any association with you. We cannot aid you if you get arrested or fall into the clutches of the enemies of our Society. While this is unfortunate, I hope you can understand our position.”

”For now, please make yourselves at home. We have provided accommodations for each of your groups. Feel free to drop off your things and prepare yourselves. Then meet me in the manor’s theatre in five minutes.”

There is a new general discussion thread HERE that can be used for cross table discussion etc. Feel free to jump in (or not) as you please.

Dark Archive

CG male samsaran cleric of Desna (ecclesitheurge)-3 / wizard (conjurer)-3 | HP 44/44 | AC 17 / 12T / 17FF | CMD 15 | Fort +7, Reflex +4, Will +11; +2 vs death/neg. energy/neg. levels; life bound | | Init +4 | Perception +7, low-light vision; Sense Motive +10 | Speed 40 ft. | Agile Feet 6/6 day | Channel Positive Energy d6, 2/3 day, DC11 | comprehend languages, deathwatch, stabilize 1/1 day | Acid Dart d6+1, 7/7 day | Acid Splash 3/3 day | Conditions: Mage Armor, Shield of Faith, Bless, Moment of Greatness

"Thassilonian runes, eh? I've studied that ancient language. I'd love to take a look at the Runecarved Key, when we get the opportunity."

Lazarus Logos turns to the other members of the team. "Espionage seems to be the strong suit for many of us. I wonder who, within or besides the Aspis Consortium, might be our likely competition?"

Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

"Perhaps others might know even more? Can't hurt to ask around--with discretion of course."

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

The Exchange

Resources:
Wand of CLW , 43 charges, alchemist’s fire, acid flask, tanglefoot bag, holy water and antitoxin
Active Conditions: none Male human (Taldan) rogue (unchained, knife master) 3 | HP 25/25 | AC 18 , T 14, FF 14 | F: +2, R: +6, W: 0 | CMD 19 | Perc. +5 | Init. +7

Yorad turns to face the Samsaran priest, "Anyone who wants to make a quick profit on reselling this artifact. Of course, if anyone actually knows how to use it...then all bets are off." He runs his hand through his hair, "Not a bad idea there though mebbe we should wait for the Venture Captain to brief us first. No need to waste time after all."

Dark Archive

CG male samsaran cleric of Desna (ecclesitheurge)-3 / wizard (conjurer)-3 | HP 44/44 | AC 17 / 12T / 17FF | CMD 15 | Fort +7, Reflex +4, Will +11; +2 vs death/neg. energy/neg. levels; life bound | | Init +4 | Perception +7, low-light vision; Sense Motive +10 | Speed 40 ft. | Agile Feet 6/6 day | Channel Positive Energy d6, 2/3 day, DC11 | comprehend languages, deathwatch, stabilize 1/1 day | Acid Dart d6+1, 7/7 day | Acid Splash 3/3 day | Conditions: Mage Armor, Shield of Faith, Bless, Moment of Greatness

Lazarus Logos stares, all-white eyes unblinking, at the scruffy Taldan rogue. "Yes, sometimes I forget."

The samsaran considers his own mystic past lives. "Time and the heavens are infinite, yet our portions of each are different. You are right, humans shouldn't waste a resource they have in such meager measure."

"Yorad Cinderhunter," Lazarus traces the symbol of Desna's butterfly on the rogue's forehead, "May the Tender of Dreams bless you during the hours, days, months or years you have left."

Grand Lodge

Male Nagaji Bbn1/Nin1 HP 22 | AC 17, T 12, FF 15 | F: +4, R: +4, W: +0 | CMD 16 | Perc. +6 | Init. +4

Grayscales flicks his tongue, "Heidmarch issn't hampared with conccerned of fair play, but then the competittion will probably be looking to do the ssame to uss. SSo on balancce it iss fair."


Season of Ghosts

Though Yorad's suggestion to wait for further briefing is wise, it certainly doesn't hurt to consider who or what you might find yourselves competing against for the Runecarved Key - after all, forewarned is forearmed! And after thinking it over for a few minutes, Lazarus has at least a few ideas. In addition to housing institutions such as the Founder's Archive and the Museum of Ages, he recalls that Magnimar is home to several noble houses and other wealthy individuals who might find such an item quite the novelty or wish to study it for their own purposes.

The Exchange

CG Male half-elf rogue 8 | HP 67/67 | AC: 21 T:17 FF:15 | F +4 R +12 W +2 (+2 vs. enchantments) | Init +12 | Perc +13 | Low-light vision | Trapfinding +4

Knowledge(local): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

"This place is entirely strange to me so don't look to me for help. At least not help in knowing things. But I'm certainly capable of sneaking in places." Tathane adopts an innocent look. "Not that I've had much experience with that. Sneaking I mean."

Dark Archive

CG male samsaran cleric of Desna (ecclesitheurge)-3 / wizard (conjurer)-3 | HP 44/44 | AC 17 / 12T / 17FF | CMD 15 | Fort +7, Reflex +4, Will +11; +2 vs death/neg. energy/neg. levels; life bound | | Init +4 | Perception +7, low-light vision; Sense Motive +10 | Speed 40 ft. | Agile Feet 6/6 day | Channel Positive Energy d6, 2/3 day, DC11 | comprehend languages, deathwatch, stabilize 1/1 day | Acid Dart d6+1, 7/7 day | Acid Splash 3/3 day | Conditions: Mage Armor, Shield of Faith, Bless, Moment of Greatness

"The Runecarved Key will command a princely sum. The number of viable bidders will be small. Institutional bidders might include the Founder's Archive and the Museum of Ages. Noble houses and the wealthy might also covet such a prize."

Lazarus can think of nothing more to add. He shrugs his thin shoulders, and raises a dark eyebrow, a frown creasing his light blue forehead.

"Do any of you know anything about Magnimar's nobility or its wealthiest citizens?"

Grand Lodge

CN Male human brawler 1 | HP 11/12 | AC: 18 T:14 FF:14 | F +3 R +6 W +1 | Init +4 | Perc +4 | Martial flexibility (4 per day)

"Other than what, uh, you just told us about, uh, the key Lazarus I am of the same mind set as, um, Tathane." Thern starts cleaning the dirt out from under his fingernails with his rope dart.

Grand Lodge

Male Nagaji Bbn1/Nin1 HP 22 | AC 17, T 12, FF 15 | F: +4, R: +4, W: +0 | CMD 16 | Perc. +6 | Init. +4

Grayscales nods in agreement at the information Lazarus summarizes, unfortuanlly he dosn’t pay much attention to going on in Noble circles.

k(local): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19


Season of Ghosts

When Lazarus mentions the Museum of Ages, Grayscales recalls hearing that the proprietor, a Doctor Ernst Landis, is quite the historical enthusiast. However the Museum of Ages is largely funded by the city coffers which would seem to make bidding on the Runecarved Key impossible, given that the city itself is hosting the auction.

Grand Lodge

Male Nagaji Bbn1/Nin1 HP 22 | AC 17, T 12, FF 15 | F: +4, R: +4, W: +0 | CMD 16 | Perc. +6 | Init. +4

Flicking his forked tongue, Grayscales hisses "Issn't the Proprietor of the Musseum of Agess the historical enthussiasst Doctor Ernsst Landiss? Alsso, the Musseum iss largely funded by the ccity, it would sseem to be unwisse invesstment to be both the buyer and sseller in an auction."

The Exchange

Resources:
Wand of CLW , 43 charges, alchemist’s fire, acid flask, tanglefoot bag, holy water and antitoxin
Active Conditions: none Male human (Taldan) rogue (unchained, knife master) 3 | HP 25/25 | AC 18 , T 14, FF 14 | F: +2, R: +6, W: 0 | CMD 19 | Perc. +5 | Init. +7

Yorad smirks at the nagaji, "You don't understand how economics work very well do you? The Museum may be getting payoffs from another hidden sponsor, like the Consortium for example. Take yer blinders off and be open to the possibility. 'Much swims under the surface that none can see', right?"

Dark Archive

CG male samsaran cleric of Desna (ecclesitheurge)-3 / wizard (conjurer)-3 | HP 44/44 | AC 17 / 12T / 17FF | CMD 15 | Fort +7, Reflex +4, Will +11; +2 vs death/neg. energy/neg. levels; life bound | | Init +4 | Perception +7, low-light vision; Sense Motive +10 | Speed 40 ft. | Agile Feet 6/6 day | Channel Positive Energy d6, 2/3 day, DC11 | comprehend languages, deathwatch, stabilize 1/1 day | Acid Dart d6+1, 7/7 day | Acid Splash 3/3 day | Conditions: Mage Armor, Shield of Faith, Bless, Moment of Greatness

"A favored maxim, or a reference to Magnimar's sewers, Yorad?" Lazarus asks, deadpan. "City governments across the world are notorious for their localized corruption. Nothing would surprise me."

"If we have no other leads, speaking to Doctor Ernst Landis could help us, Grayscales. The proprietor of the Museum of Ages could shed light on the identities of some of the interested parties, no doubt."

"It's almost certain we'll be relying on your skills, Tathane and Thern, before this mission is completed."

The samsaran checks his spell components, a handful of wands, and his healer's kit. "I believe I'm as ready as I can be. Shall we proceed to the manor's theatre for the formal briefing?"

Grand Lodge

NG Male Human Druid 2 | AC 15, T 12, FF 13 | hp 11| Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +7 | Init +2 | Perc +9 | CMD 13 | Speed 30 ft.

I have a scroll of breath of life I will give it to the cleric with permission to use it if someone dies

Teann nods and says" the Consortium is know to have a strong foothold here so I wonder why they would be afraid to openly bid on the key though they may want to conceal there ownership of it if they win. I don't know much in they way of economics. I just know about the wilds"

Dark Archive

CG male samsaran cleric of Desna (ecclesitheurge)-3 / wizard (conjurer)-3 | HP 44/44 | AC 17 / 12T / 17FF | CMD 15 | Fort +7, Reflex +4, Will +11; +2 vs death/neg. energy/neg. levels; life bound | | Init +4 | Perception +7, low-light vision; Sense Motive +10 | Speed 40 ft. | Agile Feet 6/6 day | Channel Positive Energy d6, 2/3 day, DC11 | comprehend languages, deathwatch, stabilize 1/1 day | Acid Dart d6+1, 7/7 day | Acid Splash 3/3 day | Conditions: Mage Armor, Shield of Faith, Bless, Moment of Greatness

"This is a powerful scroll, Teann. I will keep it in one of my spring-loaded wrist sheaths. May Lady Luck never require us to use it."


VC - Sydney, Australia

***OVERSEER POST***

VC Sheila Heidmarch

Even before the venture-captain arrives, the theater in Heidmarch Manor is crammed with Pathfinders. Heidmarch enters quietly, then slips through the crowd, takes the stage, and speaks. “Tonight, the Council of Ushers is sponsoring a pre-auction gala, to be hosted at the Cathedral of Abadar. During the party, the auctioneers intend to display the Runecarved Key in order to entice potential bidders. Anyone serious about entering the auction will be required to place a deposit of ten thousand gold coins in an escrow account at the cathedral.

“We need you to attend this event, both to submit our deposit as well as to determine who else might be interested in the key. While most of those attending received invitations, the event is semi-private and open to anyone with enough money to place serious bids. While the city provided me with an invitation, my appearance would give our many enemies cause for suspicion. For this reason, I ask that all of you go in my stead, and enter as my proxies. Still, we do not want out enemies to speculate on our own intentions. For this reason you must keep a low profile and avoid seeming too eager about the key. Each of you will be given a portion of the full deposit to take to the temple to present to Proctor Imikar”


Season of Ghosts

With the task now laid out before the throng of eager and not-so-eager Pathfinders, Venture-Captain Heidmarch turns to nod at an unseen someone or someones standing backstage and a veritable small army of servants file out onto the stage, each one holding a small strongbox. "One person from each team, come forward and take your share of the deposit. After that, please see to whatever business you have unfinished and then make your way to the Church of Abadar," she calls out about the low hum of the crowd. "And remember: Explore, Report, and Cooperate!"
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After making whatever preparations that might have needed to be made, all of you make the journey through the streets of Magnimar to the Naos District. The district is home to many wealthy merchants and comfortable families and is (somewhat disparagingly) known as the 'New-Money District' among the local aristocrats. In spite of this name however, the general atmosphere is surprisingly open and welcome to both the city's elite and to those visiting from the lower districts - provided such visitors do not cause trouble for the local residents, of course.

The Church of Abadar is quite easy to spot, being the largest temple within the city. A sprawling stone structure, the temple is not only a place of worship but a place of business and commerce, serving as the primary bank and moneylender for not just Magnimar but for the entire western half of Varisia. Upon your arrival at the temple, you see a steady stream of guests ascending the stairs and entering into the main sanctuary where the gala is being held. Rows and rows of Abadar's chosen flank the main entrance, their white tabards stitched with the golden key of Abadar. As guests file inside, these holy warriors stand nearly motionless, ever-vigilant stares on their faces as they scan the crowd.

As you file inside, you're immediately greeted by a pair of acolytes. "Welcome, welcome!" smiles a young, dark-haired girl. "We're very pleased that you could be here."

"Yes, thank you for your interest in the auction," her partner chimes in. He turns and gestures towards the sanctuary behind him where you can see tables carefully arranged in the center, laden with all manner of food and beverages. "Please, do come in. The sexton will be giving a small announcement and a peek at the featured lot shortly. Until then, there are plenty of refreshments to go around. Feel free to partake and mingle with the other buyers as you like."
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Please see Slide #3, located under the 'Runecarved Key' link in my profile header as well as at the top of the campaign page. Everyone should have permission to move yourselves around on the map but please let me know if you have any difficulties!

Dark Archive

CG male samsaran cleric of Desna (ecclesitheurge)-3 / wizard (conjurer)-3 | HP 44/44 | AC 17 / 12T / 17FF | CMD 15 | Fort +7, Reflex +4, Will +11; +2 vs death/neg. energy/neg. levels; life bound | | Init +4 | Perception +7, low-light vision; Sense Motive +10 | Speed 40 ft. | Agile Feet 6/6 day | Channel Positive Energy d6, 2/3 day, DC11 | comprehend languages, deathwatch, stabilize 1/1 day | Acid Dart d6+1, 7/7 day | Acid Splash 3/3 day | Conditions: Mage Armor, Shield of Faith, Bless, Moment of Greatness

Before entering the Church of Abadar, Lazarus takes a look at his companions, ensuring none is openly displaying a wayfinder, gently reminding everyone not to reveal the Society's keen interest in the Runecarved Key.

"Greetings, young lady and servant of the Master of the First Vault."

The samsaran steps forward and shakes her hand. (The map works fine.)

"Thank you for the invitation and the offer of refreshments. Where shall we place our rather substantial offering?"

Lazarus smiles at the young male acolyte as well. "Have you met any interesting bidders yet? I expect the auction has attracted a very eclectic crowd, no?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

The Exchange

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Resources:
Wand of CLW , 43 charges, alchemist’s fire, acid flask, tanglefoot bag, holy water and antitoxin
Active Conditions: none Male human (Taldan) rogue (unchained, knife master) 3 | HP 25/25 | AC 18 , T 14, FF 14 | F: +2, R: +6, W: 0 | CMD 19 | Perc. +5 | Init. +7

Before entering the cathedral Yorad makes sure to secrete his blades where no one could detect them, at least not without some serious effort. He also drags a comb across his face trying to look as presentable as he can.

Sleight of hand (light blade): 1d20 + 5 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 + 5 = 22

Once inside Yorad shifts his gaze over the others inside the grand cathedral making a mental note of the numbers and of not only the buyers but the guards as well.

Not my favorite situation...still those pastries look delicious...

Gliding over to one of the tables he scoops up several of the tasty treats before returning to chat with the female acolyte. "Here ya go," he smiles charmingly handing one of the treats to her, "I hope you can treat yourself while on duty. Don't worry I won't tell anyone." He winks as he offers it.

Regardless of whether she takes it or not he smiles, adding "Pretty interesting auction wouldn't you say? Do you have a lot of these? Who comes out to bid on these items anyway?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

The Exchange

CG Male half-elf rogue 8 | HP 67/67 | AC: 21 T:17 FF:15 | F +4 R +12 W +2 (+2 vs. enchantments) | Init +12 | Perc +13 | Low-light vision | Trapfinding +4

Tathane steps up next to Lazarus to greet the acolytes. "Thank you for allowing us to attend. This looks like it will be an amazing event."

Diplomacy(aid another): 1d20 ⇒ 19

His eyes drift towards the tables piled with decadent food and his mouth starts to water. He watches Yorad grab something from the table and decides to do the same.

Grand Lodge

CN Male human brawler 1 | HP 11/12 | AC: 18 T:14 FF:14 | F +3 R +6 W +1 | Init +4 | Perc +4 | Martial flexibility (4 per day)

Thern takes a few steps to his left and peers around the pillar to look for anything out of place or odd.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10


Season of Ghosts

Nothing Important:

Description of who?
1d6 ⇒ 2

Needing no further invitation, a couple of you head down to the refreshment table. A variety of finger foods and pastries lies spread out before you, ranging from small vegetable trays to fruits to tiny sandwiches to sticky buns and scones. Yorad and Tathane both help themselves before making their way back to the entrance where Lazarus chats with the acolytes.

"Oh! Yes, I suppose you'd rather not walk around with that box all evening would you?" the woman laughs, shaking her head. "Sorry, I'm a bit new at playing greeter. You'll find Proctor Imikar over there on the pulpit," she says, turning and pointing to where a pleasant-looking Garundi gentleman stands collecting the bids and logging entries into a ledger.

When Yorad offers the young acolyte a sticky bun, she blushes slightly. "Um, we're really not supposed to; they're for the guests and bidders, but..." she glances around quickly, "...I don't think anyone will kick up a fuss over just one sticky bun," she smiles as she reaches out to accept the treat. Noticing her partner glaring at her, she sighs. "Don't glare like that, Gavin. If the refreshments are for the guests then the guests can do what they want to with them - including share them with others. And here, I'll share," she adds as she tears the bun in half and offers part of it to him.

"Okay Cynthia, fine - I suppose that line of logic makes enough sense," Gavin sighs as he accepts half of the bun and then returns to his post. "Why does no one ever offer me pastries?" he mutters to himself.

"Don't mind him," Cynthia smiles apologetically as she quickly devours the remaining half of the sticky bun. "Thanks, by the way! You're the first group through that's cared anything about stopping to chat with us. Most of them just breeze on by and don't even stop to listen to our greeting! And a few have been really rude, too."

"Or just really squirrely-acting, like that one halfling that came through earlier," Gavin chimes in. "He just kept looking around and around at all the people and then back to the door, like he was ready to bolt from something at any time. Didn't look like anyone important, either, not by the way he was dressed. If you ask me, he's probably just some beggar or something here for the free food!"
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Meanwhile, not really one for small talk, Thern simply finds a nice pillar out of the way and casually leans against it as he scopes out the crowd. The temple is a hive of activity as potential buyers mingle among themselves, enjoying the refreshments and chatting. Acolytes bustle here and there, bringing out more food, directing the incoming flow of people, and keeping an eye out for trouble. Nothing seems to be amiss, as far as he can see.

Thern is still within earshot of the conversation happening by the door though, as are Grayscales and Teann, until they indicate otherwise :)

The Exchange

CG Male half-elf rogue 8 | HP 67/67 | AC: 21 T:17 FF:15 | F +4 R +12 W +2 (+2 vs. enchantments) | Init +12 | Perc +13 | Low-light vision | Trapfinding +4

Tathane cocks an eyebrow at Gavin as he describes the alleged interloper. "He might be someone worth checking out. Can you still see him and point him out?"


Season of Ghosts

Gavin in turn raises an eyebrow at Tathane. "While we appreciate the concern, please leave matters of security and the like to us and the rest of Abadar's faithful. All you fine folks should concern yourselves with is enjoying the gala."

"He's right," Cynthia agrees. "Let us handle any problems when and if they come up. And at any rate, as nice as it's been talking to you folks, we'd better let you go make your deposit with Proctor Imikar," she adds with a smile.
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Deciding that it would be best to make your bid and get that out of the way, you all weave your way through the crowded sanctuary and up to the pulpit where Proctor Imikar stands scribbling into his ledger. "Welcome! Here to deposit your bid, eh?" he greets you, his voice deep and with a hint of an Osiriani accent. "Very well, let me just take down your information..."

As he scribbles into his book, each of you realize that the book very likely contains names of the other interested bidders for the Runecarved Key. Surreptitiously, you all attempt to steal a quick glance before he closes the book again...

Behind the Curtain:

Grayscales: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Lazarus: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Tathane: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
Teann: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
Thern: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
Yorad: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

Grayscales:

1d8 ⇒ 2 1d7 ⇒ 6 1d5 ⇒ 2 1d4 ⇒ 1 1d3 ⇒ 3 1d2 ⇒ 1

You manage to spot several names written down in the ledger:

Dymal Rinks, Independent
The Duchessess
Falrig Sneve
Maiveer Sloan, Aspis Consortium
Kresch Vaor, Underbridge Exports
Zimandi Kaddren

Lazarus:

1d8 ⇒ 8 1d7 ⇒ 3 1d5 ⇒ 5 1d4 ⇒ 2 1d3 ⇒ 2 1d2 ⇒ 2

You manage to spot several names written down in the ledger:

The Duchesses
Falrig Sneve
Kresch Vaor, Underbridge Exports
Doctor Ernst Landis, Museum of Ages
Zimandi Kaddren
Sheila Heidmarch, Pathfinder Society

Tathan:

1d8 ⇒ 8 1d7 ⇒ 7 1d5 ⇒ 2 1d4 ⇒ 3 1d3 ⇒ 2 1d2 ⇒ 2

You manage to spot several names written down in the ledger:

The Duchesses
Kresch Vaor, Underbridge Exports
Dymal Rinks, Independent
Doctor Ernst Landis, Museum of Ages
Falrig Sneve
Zimandi Kaddren

Teann:

1d8 ⇒ 4 1d7 ⇒ 4 1d5 ⇒ 5 1d4 ⇒ 4 1d3 ⇒ 3 1d2 ⇒ 1

You manage to spot several names written down in the ledger:

Sheila Heidmarch, Pathfinder Society
Zimandi Kaddren
Kresch Vaor, Underbridge Exports
Doctor Ernst Landis, Museum of Ages
Falrig Sneve
Maiveer Sloan, Aspis Consortium

Thern:

1d8 ⇒ 5 1d7 ⇒ 5 1d5 ⇒ 5 1d4 ⇒ 3 1d3 ⇒ 2 1d2 ⇒ 2

You manage to spot several names written down in the ledger:

Zimandi Kaddren
Doctor Ernst Landis, Museum of Ages
Kresch Vaor, Underbridge Exports
Falrig Sneve
Dymal Rinks, Independent
The Duchesses

Yorad:

1d8 ⇒ 3 1d7 ⇒ 4 1d5 ⇒ 1 1d4 ⇒ 3

You manage to spot several names written down in the ledger:

Falrig Sneve
Sheila Heidmarch, Pathfinder Society
Maiveer Sloan, Aspis Consortium
Doctor Ernst Landis, Museum of Ages

After a moment Proctor Imikar closes the book, but each of you are certain that you managed to glimpse plenty enough to be helpful in your task. "Thank you for entering the auction. Please, continue to partake of the food and drink and mingle with the other guests until the sexton gives his intro-oh! Here he comes now."

A squat man in white robes steps upon the cathedral dais to address the room. Introducing himself as the sexton of Magnimar’s High Cathedral of Abadar, he greets his guests with a broad, welcoming smile. "Good evening, friends! I’m pleased to see so many of our distinguished and honored guests could attend. For those of you not fortunate enough to have participated in our pre-auction festivities, please feel free to take part in all the luxuries and wonders within these halls. And with my welcome, I have the pleasure unveiling the auction’s feature lot. Enjoy!"

With the utterance of the final word he pulls aside the veil, displaying a gigantic key. It stands roughly three feet tall and is made of stone etched with glowing arcane symbols. The crowd applauds and people turn back to their companions to discuss the key. The crowd is an eclectic mix of landholders, merchants, and other notable figures from all over Varisia, wide-eyed and curious to glimpse the mysterious Runecarved Key. Hired servants and acolytes continue to weave through the crowd bearing luxurious platters of fruits, sweetbreads, and oysters or trays topped with crystal goblets of heady red wine. Guests mingle slowly, socializing amicably but cautiously with longtime acquaintances, as they feel out potential competitors.
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At this time, you can attempt to scope the crowd to try to deduce who are the Society’s most serious competitors. You may attempt a Diplomacy or Knowledge (Local or Nobility) check to find a specific individual or attempt a Diplomacy, Knowledge (Local or Nobility), Perception or Sense Motive check to give a more generic description of the type of person you seek. Although you made a little bit of progress already, now you have several names and thus have a bit more of a specific idea on who and what you're looking for :)

Dark Archive

CG male samsaran cleric of Desna (ecclesitheurge)-3 / wizard (conjurer)-3 | HP 44/44 | AC 17 / 12T / 17FF | CMD 15 | Fort +7, Reflex +4, Will +11; +2 vs death/neg. energy/neg. levels; life bound | | Init +4 | Perception +7, low-light vision; Sense Motive +10 | Speed 40 ft. | Agile Feet 6/6 day | Channel Positive Energy d6, 2/3 day, DC11 | comprehend languages, deathwatch, stabilize 1/1 day | Acid Dart d6+1, 7/7 day | Acid Splash 3/3 day | Conditions: Mage Armor, Shield of Faith, Bless, Moment of Greatness

Lazarus takes a look around to make sure no one's eavesdropping on their quiet conversation.

"I spotted several names written down in the ledger: The Duchesses, Falrig Sneve, Kresch Vaor of Underbridge Exports, Doctor Ernst Landis of the Museum of Ages, Zimandi Kaddren, and our very own Sheila Heidmarch, Pathfinder Society. Were any of you able to see anything in the ledger?"

He listens to what the others share.

"I'm going to scope out the serious competition. Let's meet back here in a few minutes and compare notes."

He walks away, smiling at the other guests as he mingles.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

The Exchange

Resources:
Wand of CLW , 43 charges, alchemist’s fire, acid flask, tanglefoot bag, holy water and antitoxin
Active Conditions: none Male human (Taldan) rogue (unchained, knife master) 3 | HP 25/25 | AC 18 , T 14, FF 14 | F: +2, R: +6, W: 0 | CMD 19 | Perc. +5 | Init. +7

Yorad nods in reply a concerned look in his eye, "Good to know I did not mis-read that. Apparently Mrs. Heidmarch needs to work on her espionage more, he he. I'll bet Maiveer Sloan, from the Aspis Consortium, is responsible for that. I will see if I can track him (or her) down."

He will move off into the mingling crowd trying to read the other patrons, looking for the mysterious Maiveer Sloan.

Diplomacy (Maiveer Sloan, Aspis Consortium): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3


Season of Ghosts

Nothing to See, Move Along:

1d7 ⇒ 4 --> Zimandi Kaddren

Although Yorad finds that Mister Sloan is more elusive than he'd expected, Lazarus has better luck. With no specific buyer in mind to search for, he wanders through the crowded sanctuary, pausing here and there to exchange a few pleasant words with other guests and to slyly inquire about some of the other bidders. As luck would have it, he happens to overhear a bid of whispered conversation between two finely-dressed women standing near the punch bowl.

"Did you see? Lady Zimandi Kaddren herself came out for this, I saw her in the crowd earlier!" one of them hisses.

"No surprise there, you know the entire family's a bunch of wizards," replies the other. "They all get sent to schools all over the Inner Sea to study magic once they're old enough. The Golemworks gets a great deal of support from them too. And you know that Key dates all the way back from ancient Thassilon, right? So it figures that the family'd send someone to-look, there she is!"

The second woman points and turning around, Lazarus sees a strikingly handsome Chelaxian woman with deep, dark eyes and black hair step forward to admire the key. She is richly dressed in a flowing gown cut to the very latest in Magnimarian fashion. If she's aware of the eyes upon her or the whispered voices in the crowd, she doesn't show it.

The Exchange

CG Male half-elf rogue 8 | HP 67/67 | AC: 21 T:17 FF:15 | F +4 R +12 W +2 (+2 vs. enchantments) | Init +12 | Perc +13 | Low-light vision | Trapfinding +4

"I also was able to sneak a peak at the list. Did any of you notice Dymal Rinks on the list? I don't know who that is but I'll see if I can glean some information from the crowd." Tathane moves among the people trying to hear about Rinks.

Knowledge(local): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Grand Lodge

CN Male human brawler 1 | HP 11/12 | AC: 18 T:14 FF:14 | F +3 R +6 W +1 | Init +4 | Perc +4 | Martial flexibility (4 per day)

"Well Lazarus covered most everything I saw so I'll just keep an eye on things." Thern walks up to a pillar so he can overhear any conversation between others.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Grand Lodge

Male Nagaji Bbn1/Nin1 HP 22 | AC 17, T 12, FF 15 | F: +4, R: +4, W: +0 | CMD 16 | Perc. +6 | Init. +4

Before leaving the theater in Heidmarch Manor, Grayscales goes up front and accepts the strongbox from the servant and easily places it on his shoulder for carrying to the temple of Abadar.

The Nagaji doesn't say anything while letting the others negotiate where to drop the strongbox. Making his way to the pulpit where Proctor Imikar stands scribbling into his ledger, Grayscales plops the strongbox down and waits looking disinterested as their information is recorded. While the Proctor is distracted with his fine penmanship, the Nagaji pursues the other names and info.

Once the transaction is recorded Grayscale joins the others as they share the list of names they collected, "Yess many namess and assoccationss." He recites the list for the others.

list wrote:

Dymal Rinks, Independent

The Duchesses
Falrig Sneve
Maiveer Sloan, Aspis Consortium
Kresch Vaor, Underbridge Exports
Zimandi Kaddren

Grayscale glances around looking for faces to match to the names.

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Grand Lodge

NG Male Human Druid 2 | AC 15, T 12, FF 13 | hp 11| Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +7 | Init +2 | Perc +9 | CMD 13 | Speed 30 ft.

Teann after peeking at the list will tell the group the names on his list."I saw that Sheila Heidmarch, Pathfinder Society
Zimandi Kaddren
Kresch Vaor, Underbridge Exports
Doctor Ernst Landis, Museum of Ages
Falrig Sneve
Maiveer Sloan, Aspis Consortium had bid lets see who we can find of them."

perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25


Season of Ghosts

Behind the Curtain:

Thern: 1d5 ⇒ 3 --> Falrig Sneve

Teann: 1d3 ⇒ 1 --> Kresch Vaor

The rest of you begin to fan out among the crowd as well, some of you with your eye towards finding a specific bidder and others content to continue scoping the crowd to see who catches your eye. Try as he might, Tathane can't seem to find a face to match with the name of Dymal Rinks - but he's confident that Rinks is surely among the crowd. Perhaps one of Tathane's companions will have better luck?
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Thern wanders towards the back of the sanctuary and resumes his position behind a pillar, leaning casually against it with his hands in his pockets as he slyly listens in on nearby conversations. He quickly notices a gray-haired man in his early fifties, dressed in fine silken robes and flanked by two muscular guards. The man nervously fingers a small silver coin, flipping it about in his fingers - first the left hand and then the right, back and forth.

"D'you want me to fetch you a drink from the table, Mr. Sneve?" one of his guards asks quietly. "They've got some hot cider; might calm your nerves a bit y'know?"

"No no, I'm fine, perfectly fine," the man responds with a shake of his head. "Just pre-auction jitters, you know how it goes. Especially after what happened the last time..."
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With several names to go on Teann also slips into the crowd, eyes peeled for anyone that might match up with some of the names he saw written in the ledger. Just when he begins to despair of finding any of these proverbial needles in the haystack, movement out of the corner of his eye catches his attention. Moving slowly through the crowd is an uncomely woman with large teeth and a shrew-like nose, dressed unbecomingly in the drab clothing of a stevedore*. Slight in stature with a slightly stooped posture, she behaves in a mostly standoffish manner. Slipping to the edge of the crowd, she nervously examines the key, making a few quick notes before slipping back into the crowd.

After thinking on it for a moment, Teann recalls that while the majority of Magnimar's docks are located in Dockway and the Bazaar of Sails, Underbridge does have a few places to dock as well. Perhaps the woman he saw might be Kresch Vaor?
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*A stevedore is a dock worker. For anyone keeping track, so far you've located Zimandi Kaddren, Falrig Sneve, and Kresch Vaor. There's still Maiveer Sloan, Doctor Ernst Landis, Dymal Rinks, and the Duchesses left to find - or you may speak with some of the people you've already located, if you wish!

Grand Lodge

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Male Nagaji Bbn1/Nin1 HP 22 | AC 17, T 12, FF 15 | F: +4, R: +4, W: +0 | CMD 16 | Perc. +6 | Init. +4

"Thosse who are good with wordss sshould try talking to the oness we have located, I'll continue to look for otherss." Grayscales continues to wander the room seeking to identify some of the remaining people on the list.

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7 "All thiess Humanss look alike! How do they know who they are?"

The Exchange

Resources:
Wand of CLW , 43 charges, alchemist’s fire, acid flask, tanglefoot bag, holy water and antitoxin
Active Conditions: none Male human (Taldan) rogue (unchained, knife master) 3 | HP 25/25 | AC 18 , T 14, FF 14 | F: +2, R: +6, W: 0 | CMD 19 | Perc. +5 | Init. +7

Yorad fights back a feeling of frustration on being unable to locate his quarry. I know you are here, and you will not hide from me!

Knowledge Local (Maiveer Sloan, Aspis Consortium): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Dark Archive

CG male samsaran cleric of Desna (ecclesitheurge)-3 / wizard (conjurer)-3 | HP 44/44 | AC 17 / 12T / 17FF | CMD 15 | Fort +7, Reflex +4, Will +11; +2 vs death/neg. energy/neg. levels; life bound | | Init +4 | Perception +7, low-light vision; Sense Motive +10 | Speed 40 ft. | Agile Feet 6/6 day | Channel Positive Energy d6, 2/3 day, DC11 | comprehend languages, deathwatch, stabilize 1/1 day | Acid Dart d6+1, 7/7 day | Acid Splash 3/3 day | Conditions: Mage Armor, Shield of Faith, Bless, Moment of Greatness

Lazarus brushes past his companions as he moves about the room, passing along what he's picked up and listening to what they've learned.

"I'll see if I can spot Maiveer Sloan of the Aspis Consortium," he tells Teann under his breath, between bites of imp hot wings and spicy plasma ooze sauce. Grimacing, he tosses back a couple of shots of Sambuca.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

The Exchange

CG Male half-elf rogue 8 | HP 67/67 | AC: 21 T:17 FF:15 | F +4 R +12 W +2 (+2 vs. enchantments) | Init +12 | Perc +13 | Low-light vision | Trapfinding +4

Undaunted by his lack of success in finding Rinks, Tathane continues to mingle with the crowd. This time he looks for Duchesses.

Knowledge(local): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15 For being such a friendly chap, he's not so good at socializing...


Season of Ghosts

Despite Magnimar being a fairly large city, many of its citizens have little to no personal dealings with the nagaji. As a result, Grayscales finds himself the subject of some scrutiny and whispering. One or two of the other guests even approach with inane questions:

"Oooh, your scales have such a shimmer! May I touch them?"

"Hey, so like, I heard your kind used to eat gnomes - is that true?"

This - on top of all humans looking more or less interchangeable to his eyes - understandably doesn't help him in his efforts to help locate the other bidders.

Yorad and Tathane don't fare much better, though for a moment Tathane is certain that he's found them - two women standing near the key, chatting excitedly as they admire the priceless artifact. Surely these two much be the Duchesses! As he slips up closer, one of them turn slightly and his spirits sink as he realizes that the pair are actually a woman and a man with particularly long, luxurious locks.

Lazarus, once more, fares better. It doesn't take him long to spot a gaunt, fashionably dressed Chelaxian handshaking his way through the room, accompanied by a half-dozen followers who appear to be equal parts attendant and bodyguard. He can't quite make out every word being said, but he clearly catches, "...the Aspis Consortium would never..."
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I'm sorry guys, I promise the DCs aren't that high with the exception of one or two of the bidders - the RNG is has just been unkind today :\

Dark Archive

CG male samsaran cleric of Desna (ecclesitheurge)-3 / wizard (conjurer)-3 | HP 44/44 | AC 17 / 12T / 17FF | CMD 15 | Fort +7, Reflex +4, Will +11; +2 vs death/neg. energy/neg. levels; life bound | | Init +4 | Perception +7, low-light vision; Sense Motive +10 | Speed 40 ft. | Agile Feet 6/6 day | Channel Positive Energy d6, 2/3 day, DC11 | comprehend languages, deathwatch, stabilize 1/1 day | Acid Dart d6+1, 7/7 day | Acid Splash 3/3 day | Conditions: Mage Armor, Shield of Faith, Bless, Moment of Greatness

Lazarus approaches the strikingly handsome Chelaxian woman with deep, dark eyes and black hair admiring the Runecarved Key.

"Good evening. Lady Zimandi Kaddren, I presume? My name is Lazarus Logos, something of an expert in the Thassilonian language." He looks at the artifact. "Fascinating, isn't it. What secrets it must hold, just waiting for someone with the requisite skill to study its hidden lore."

"I would be honored to assist in translating any of its runes that interest you. I am a trained conjurer myself." He glances over at some of the people looking their way. "If the gossip of these fine gentles is to be believed, you come from a family famed for its mastery of the arcane arts." He admires her gown. "Famed for its beauty and fashion, as well."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Grand Lodge

CN Male human brawler 1 | HP 11/12 | AC: 18 T:14 FF:14 | F +3 R +6 W +1 | Init +4 | Perc +4 | Martial flexibility (4 per day)

Thern walks over to another pillar trying to act casual as he attempts to scan the door about 10 or so feet away.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Not faring too well at the door he starts listening to others.

SenseMotive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20


Season of Ghosts

Lady Kaddren turns her gaze from the Runecarved Key to regard Lazarus; despite being a noble her demeanor is open and her smile is welcoming. "Yes, I am Lady Kaddren. Greetings to you, Master Logos. The key is indeed quite fascinating! It isn't every day that such an artifact goes up for auction, especially one from ancient Thassilon," she responds amiably as she turns to look at the key once more.

When Lazarus offers to aid in translating the many runes that cover the key's surface, Lady Kaddren turns back to Lazarus with a bemused expression. "It seems you've done your research, Master Logos, but I'm afraid that I can't say the same in return. While I have always been told to never look the proverbial gift horse in the mouth, I can't help but find myself curious. To what do I owe this generous offer of aid, should I find myself the lucky winner of this relic?"
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Nothing to See:

Thern: 1d3 ⇒ 1

Turning his sights away from the door, Thern wanders his way back towards the front of the room, making sure to keep to the sides to avoid the worst of the small crowds standing here and there. Near the front of the gathering, vying for a look at the key, stands a balding, weathered old man wearing heavy robes stitched with runes. Despite his age, his face beams with a boyish grin as he gazes at the curious artifact. After a few moments, a stern-looking woman dressed in traditional Varisian garb strides up to join him.

"Ahhh Ernst, I knew I would find you here," the woman smiles widely. She regards the key for a moment and then turns back to the man. "This is the piece you were gushing about in the office the other day, yes? You were right, it is quite extraordinary now that I can see it for myself. I bet it will be a fine acquisition for the Museum!"

"You better believe it," the old man grins as he links his arm in the woman's, clearly quite familiar with her. "I had my doubts at first but now I'm certain that I've got enough funds for a winning bid!"
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That's everyone located except for Dymal Rinks and The Duchesses! I'm off to work now but will try and check in and squeeze in updates throughout the day if I'm able; otherwise I'll catch up with you all later this evening.

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