Wayne fires his firearm at the flying draco. The bullet punches into the side of the creature, causing it veer in the air.
The snake strikes at Corbalias.
The Gorumite barely evades the snakes fangs.
Midori fires and arrow, but the dragon pitches left and the arrow sails by, splashing into the river.
Spruce ambles across the deck and smashes the snake with it's club-like appendage.
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Corb attempts to overkill the snake, raging and drawing his great sword.
Connecting with the snake, Corb communicates with the tree.
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Corbalias severs the dead snake into many pieces.
The dragon pulls up from it flight and opens it mouth, spitting an acrid smelling ball of slimy glob at the party. It lands on the deck of the ship, engulfing Wayne, Ran, and Midori.
Ran fires her crossbow, but the bolt goes wide.
Brutus throws spikes at the drake. One spike misses, while the other sinks into it's side.
As the drake pinons from Brutus' wounding it, Wayne fires another shot, blasting the creature. The shot causes the creature to somersault in mid air, but it still lives.
Midori fires another arrow and misses by mere inches.
Corbalias digs out his sling and pouch of stones!
After being hit by Wayne's bullet, the drake pulls up hard and flies downriver before diving into the water, out of sight.
While everyone gathers themselves and the sailors swab the acidic mucus from the decks, Midori notices a disturbed area of dirt on the bank of the river. Investigating, the party finds the drake's nest, which contains a small stash of uncut garnets and gold nuggets.
As the boat continues it's course upriver, Passad and the envoys emerge from belowdecks. Passad says. "The Pathfinder Society continues to amaze me, and it seems to me increasingly prudent to enter into a business arrangement that would certainly be to our mutual benefit—particularly for those with an eye for spotting profit. Let me make my case simply: my trade network is growing and already blankets the Inner Sea like no other, and the dwarves cannot hope to compete with the prices I offer. Let us not forget that the Pathfinders have had many mutually profitable business dealings with me in the past.”
Passad just shaks his head, arms held wide. "I am only trying to point out that I believe now is the time for establishing friendships. I firmly believe we would make better trading partners than the dwarves." At this point, Matella steps forward, clearing her throat gruffly.
“Yes, Temel has his bejeweled fingers in many pies and can offer cheaper wares, but consider the advantages of a business relationship with my mercantile concern: our network is many centuries old, and the quality of our goods is unrivaled. Furthermore, an arrangement with a firm with such deep roots in the Five Kings Mountains would reinforce the military alliance the Society is already negotiating.”
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" Corb ponders an idea, though dismisses his idea of a "Mercantile Battle Royale" with a shake of his head.
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"Ran and her party's mission is to recover the dwarves so that they may discuss terms with Venture-Captain Jorsal of Lauterbury. It is not Ran's or her party member's places to discuss potential trade agreements with you or your trading partners. However, if you wish, should we complete our mission, we will happily put in a good word for Mr. Passad and his trading partners with Venture-Captain Jorsal of Lauterbury, Ran says while being amicable and friendly."
The dwarf, Matella, snorts at Ran's comment while Passad flashes her a winning smile. He reaches into his robes and withdraws a vial, handing it to the party. As a token of goodwill and a bright future working together, let me present you with this.
Matella snorts again and elbows Passad out of the way. Well as a token of the goodwill of the dwarves, let me present with this gift. She reaches into her pack, digging around for a moment before withdrwaing a similar vial and handing to the party.
Near dusk, the captain of the boat points out a pleasant country inn up a hill on thenorht shore of the Glass River, where a small dock offers a berth for the Abacus. As the party prepares to leave the boat, the up to now silent Amauhak speaks up. Please refrain from violence if at all possible. Metalla and Passad, in rare agreement, concur with him.
A stone path leads from the dock about 200 yards to the small villa, where you see the inn and a large stable.
Appraoching the inn, Brutus sees nothing out of the ordinary. The party comes to the gate of the villa. A sign above wide wooden gates reads, “Welcome to the Gray Revelation Inn.” The gate leans open invitingly, and the smell of fresh flowers wafts on the cool breeze.
The party can see a courtyard through the gate with the inn standing on the left and the stables on the right.
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Corb keeps himself quiet during investigation, giving mere glances about the inn entrance and thinking very loudly.
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The party passes through the courtyard on their way into the inn. The profusion of flowers planted around this lovely courtyard fills the air with an enchanting fragrance. An oaken door to the north is the obvious entrance to the inn, while south are the broad doors of a stable. Wooden gates allow egress to west and east, and a roofed well lies at the east end of the main court.
Entering the inn, dark oaken tables, chairs and benches fill this comfortable, L-shaped common room, and the faint odors of tobacco and ale permeate the air. Narrow windows with panes of smoked glass along the north and south walls allow some light into this welcoming space. An old matronly woman clad in peasant clothing and an apron sits at the centermost table of this room. Her voluminous white hair is piled atop her head and secured in a conservative bun. She wears a red scarf about her neck and a wry smile on her face.
She looks up as the party enters. Hello travelers! I am Addas Grymble. Do seek lodgings for the night? What brings a party such as yourselves to Razmiran?
The innkeeper nods. I must have missed it, what did you say the nature of your business was again?
The old woman smiles and nods vigorously. Very good! Razmiran needs more investment in the parts. We have seen an influx of pilgrims lately. She calls out toward the kitchen. Sisters! Come out here please, we have visitors! Two kindly old women who bear a definite resemblance to Addas come tottering out of the kitchen to the north, smiling and wiping their hands on their aprons. These are my sisters, Eugenia and Tarsi. The two nod again. Greetings travelers. says the one called Eugenia. Eugenia wears a yellow scarf around her neck, a common garment among Pahmet dwarves and identical to that worn by Amauhak. My sister and I were just beginning to prepare the evening meal. The other sister, Tarsi, chimes in. Yes, we are canning fruit and have a nice beef stew over the fire. You looks as if you could use a meal, so skinny you are. She says to Wayne with a wink.
Addas advises the party that they are welcome to stay the evening and that the party has their choice of rooms, as business has been slow of late. She begins to show the party to the differing rooms, listing the price.
Rooms to the north are single guest rooms and can be had for 5 sp/night. Two rooms to the south and one room to the north are fine guest rooms and sleep two to three comfortably and can be had for 3 gp/night. The is also a lavish guest room to the north that can be had for 5 gp/night and would probably hold the entire party. There are baths to the far south and a guest den immediately north of the common room which is for paying customers only.
The three women begin tittering at Wayne as they show the party their rooms and the guest den where they will serve your meals in about am hour. Tarsi, the gap toothed sister pats Corbalias on his arm. Don't you worry deary, we'll have something to fill your stomach in no time.
The women take their leave of the party, only returning an hour later to serve the party their meals.
Ran notices nothing unusual about the inn from the vantage of being show around by the women.
The women reply that their business is cyclical, depending on the pilgrimage season.
The women bore the party with inane anecdotes about the weather, how well the garden is doing, getting the leak fixed in the, ect..