GM Poblano's Closed Table 9-16 Fallen Family, Broken Name (Inactive)

Game Master Gary Pepper

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Sitting in the Main Dining Hall of the Almas Pathfinder Lodge you each received a letter from Venture-Captain Brackett. He is yet off gallivanting about with research in regards to your current search regarding the Irrca Family.

The Letter reads

"Agents of the Society,
During the Goblinblood Wars, Rutillo Irrica, the last patriarch of the Irrica line, was killed by hobgoblin raiders while leading a convoy. The family patriarchs always carried a symbol of leadership, a cold iron mace. Isgeri historians interviewed survivors in the town of Umok. I was able to uncover information from Eagle Knight records that indicates the Eagle Knights scattered these hobgoblins but did not recover the family heirloom. There may also be additional reports and information from Eagle Knights who fought in the Goblinblood War stored in Umok’s archives. Travel to Umok, uncover anyone who communicated with the survivors, and verify any reports or information from the war to track down the hobgoblins’ base."

Venture-Captain Brackett

With your mission in hand you have been sent off to Umok.

You may recall or obtain information about the town of Umok.

You arrive outside Umok without incident, despite the occasional signs of goblinoid activity en route. Approaching the city, You all notice that the town of Umok looks oddly proportioned. The buildings are squat, and the streets seem too narrow. The walls barely rise 6 feet high and appear too low for an effective defense. Bright colors abound throughout the town, adorning both the architecture and Umok’s citizens, giving the impression that a fleet of chromatic dragons must have battled in the skies above, raining multicolored scales down upon the city. Wild and domesticated animals wander the streets, seeming perfectly at home amid the bustle of the town.

The pathfinders attract attention as you enter the city of Umok, with animals taking up defensive postures and gnomes gawking at the travelers and whispering to their neighbors.

Before your team makes it more than a few yards into the city, a female gnome confidently approaches.

Armored and accompanied by an apparently tame badger, a fierce looking female gnome eyes your group intently. Finally, a smile cracks her face. “Welcome to Umok strangers. My name is Trigi Neppo, peacekeeper and goblin-watcher. Might I ask your business in town?”

Illara paused as she quickly, but methodically, studied the gnome and her furry companion that had appeared before the group. "Trigi, yes? Well met! I am Illara and these are my... associates," she posited dismissively while gesturing to the rest of her fellows. "We were sent by the Pathfinder Society to gain further insight into the history of the Goblinblood Wars. Pray tell, does Umok house an archive?"

"Bracket; Constantly sending us letters but never showing up here when we really need him. He's already traveling around, right? Wouldn't it be so much easier if he were just WITH us during all this? Scrubby old man is probably out drinking or something while we do all the dirty work."

The irritation hung on nearly every word that spilled between the lips of the brawler, as he nudged off yet another stray cat who had been practically humping his leg as it meowed desperately, begging for food. His weaponized hands had found themselves buried deep within the respective pockets of his baggy and rather disheveled pants (Their previous battles hadn't done much by way of cleanliness.) His mismatched gaze had kept a close eye on the rare dark corners of the otherwise brightly colored town, as not all gazes are sure to harbor such pure curiosity.

It wasn't until the rogue had stopped, and a voice had rang out to address the group that he'd actually relaxed a bit. His eyes turned toward the rogue as she'd spoke and a small, mischievous grin graced his lips once she'd finished. "What she said. Pathfinders; and along with an archive, we would also like to know if there has been any...issues with goblins recently. Fights? incidents involving dogs being sliced? Possibly the occasional cow tipping?"

Lets see if I know anything about this town!
Diplomacy: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (11) - 2 = 9
Edit: OML I know nothing!
Practically hidden behind the group, she scans her surroundings, taking in everything she can about the immediate area. She does give her best "smile" to the gnome, before she turns her attention away. Best to leave the talking to the people who are good at it.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15
Is there anything of note in the nearby area that may be important?

Ah ok, so that's how dice rolls work!

Know. Local: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

...OTL

"Yes I am Trigi. Well met Illara." She extends a gauntleted hand in greeting. Shaking your hand she eyes about fervently being ever watchful of goblin presence. She then answers Illara further "We are but a small town and although not large like the ones in Absalom we do have a 'Archive of sorts' it also doubles as our towns library and meeting place. Please follow me to Badger’s Den, which offers furnishing appropriate for our friends of your size. I can answer more questions in a safer less out in the open environs." She smiles at all of you and begins to make towards the Inn/Library when she hears Sobietheus speak of Goblin 'Issues' "We are ever watchful and worried of a goblin threat at every turn. We have not had many raids recently but if one were to get a wild hair.." she shutters visibly at the notion of the mayhem that goblin can cause.

"If you tracking or even looking for some goblins might I suggest you head to the town butcher shop, the Beartrap, and talk to the proprietor. He could give you more information I believe."

If you have any further questions of Trigi she will answer them in a retcon post. For now moving forward. :)

Trigi’s directions lead to the Beartrap, an unevenly split two story building whose ground level is distinctly taller than the floor above. Inside the butcher shop a beefy gnome with a massive green beard tucked into his apron wipes down a long, bloodied table. He turns around saying, ”Ahh, strangers, how can old Bearjaw help ya?”

Laylee looking about the area as your compatriots speak you notice nothing really much more out of the ordinary. A few Gnomes stick out as they kinda watch you carefully unsure if you mean to cause a ruckus or if you are here for more pleasant reasons.

Can't wait for other people to talk every time! Laylee gotsa hold her own conversationally :'D!

"Er, greetings Bearjaw. We are here on Pathfinder Society business, and any information you could provide would be very appreciated."
She shifts nervously from side to side while hoping for her fellow pathfinders to enter the conversation.

"We were told you were the one to go to with any questions about locating goblins and..." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "...perhaps hobgoblins? We are trying to locate remnant clans scattered from the Goblinblood War."

As Laylee leans in to ask her rather Hob-Gobliny questions Bearjaw sets his jaw and you are able to see his eyes grow cold. "That was in the past I'd rather not be bringing up now that I have had a chnace to move along in me life."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

Hey you people with charisma, get in here! Oof nvm looks like I can talk to people sometimes!... Or at least sense their motives while they talk at me.

She can see this is a subject Bearjaw did not care to bring up, and matches his low tone with a similar one.
"A special group of hobgoblins? That sounds like a good lead for us. Is there any information you could tell us about the mountains? Ruins, Caves, maybe just stories? Anything could help."She gestures to the rest of her group, "We are a fairly capable company and if we find these hobgoblins we could very well find what we are looking for. In that case, we could make these mountains much safer for the town as well."

She gives her fellow pathfinders a questioning look, asking their thoughts into this.

Anything else to add guys?

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Illara chimes in, "Laylee is right, it's likely that these aberrant hobgoblins are the key to what we seek." She rests a hand on her chin as she glances around momentarily, searching the shop before returning her gaze to the gnome. "Bearjaw, would you be able to direct us to the location of the convoy ambush? Are we looking at journey of a few days?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

Sobietheus had also taken to leaning in, being uncharacteristically quiet as he allowed his companions to do much of the questioning and talking as needed. As he and the rest were addressed by Laylee, he'd simply waved coyly.

"And if possible, Old man..." He'd used the term "Old man" endearingly as to not offend the gnome, but instead instill a feeling of friendliness between them. "Let us know what this particular group of hobgobbies looked like, yeah? We wouldn't want to go about maiming a massive group of the things only to find we've been putting the smackdown on some innocent, term used lightly, bystanders."