Peering into the long room, Ygdnur and Faldoc see nothing but webs in the room.
The room is fifteen feet wide, but there is only a five foot wide walkway in the center of the room not covered in webs. The five feet on either side are choked with webs.
have DR 5/.
Moving slowly into the room, the party follow behind Ygdnur. About halfway into the room, a giant spider, that had been well-hidden in the corner, jumps out and attacks the dwarf.
The spider's large, dripping fangs miss the dwarf.
Hamaillii tries to whip the naughty spider, but misses.
Ygdnur retaliates and his ax slices into the spider, injuring it grievously.
Faldoc fires his bow and the arrow stabs the spider in it's multi-eyed head. It ceases to move.
Searching the room, the party finds a pouch next to the remains of two dead kobolds wrapped in the webbing. The pouch contains 30 gp and a pearl.
The successful party travels back to Absalom and visits Amara Li first, presenting her the katana. You notice she checks the pommel and frowns slightly upon finding it empty. YOu have my deepest gratitude Pathfinders. If you are ever in need, do not hesitate to call on the Lantern Lodge and myself.
Nest the party tracks down Major Madris. They find him in a seedy little bar down by the docks. [b]Well done, you have done a great service by releasing the undead from their unnatural slavery. If you ever are in need, call on me or the Andoran faction. Your futures look to be bright. Can I buy you an ale?
Lastly the group looks up the the Trade Prince and gives him the trade agreements. You have done Qadira great honor. Do you still have the katana?
The Trade Prince balks, I cannot barter for trade agreements that Qadira already owns, if that is what you already have. I suggest you turn it over with the rest.
The Trade Prince's eyes widen in surprise, then narrow. He shakes his head and smiles. Pathfinders always have a trick up their sleeve, very well then. Good Evening. He bows to the party and walks off, thumbing through the other trade agreements as he goes.
You've all been summoned to Skyreach, the heart of Pathfinder headquarters and instructed to meet with Venture Captain Drandle Dreng in his office. Upon entering, Dreng welcomes you and introduces a lady, who is sitting on a sofa, as Lady Gloriana Morilla. The Taldan woman tilts her head slightly in acknowledgement of the introduction, but otherwise makes no move to greet anyone. Oblivious to any social slight on the lady’s part, Dreng goes on. “Recently, a contact from the Low Azlanti embassy in Escadar approached us with an offer. It seems they have discovered a unique relic of Azlanti origin on the Inner Sea’s floor that we have a unique opportunity to add to our collection for study. In return, however, we must deliver one of our catalogued items to Escadar in exchange. The Low Azlanti drive a hard bargain, so we need you to escort a relics broker to Escadar so he can authenticate the Azlanti item and mediate a fair deal on the Ten’s behalf."
He walks over to a sideboard and grabs some coldcuts and a roll, stuffing them in his mouth. He motions to the sideboard. Coldcuts and cheese? he says over a mouthful of food. He takes a gulping drink from a tankard and wipes his mouth with the back of his sleeve. The problem is, we aren't the only interested party. The Apsis Consortium has a hand in this as well. They have tendered a counteroffer that the Low Azlanti have accepted if we can't close our deal in thirty days. He grabs a pickle and shoves it in his mouth. Here's the crux, the Apsis have a warship patrolling outside the harbor here and will likely board any ship we send to Escadar. He pauses, lost in thought, staring at you, flecks of food on his beard.
Lady Morilla stirs from her silence and speaks in a strong, demanding voice. “I have used some of the Empire of Taldor’s most skilled operatives to plant a false crew manifest and course plans with the harbormaster, ensuring that the Aspis Consortium spies who certainly keep an eye on such matters believe we are moving our relic to Escadar on a ship tomorrow morning. This decoy should occupy the Consortium sufficiently for you to travel overland to Escadar with plenty of time to make the final agreement with the gillmen before the Society’s window of opportunity runs out.”
Dreng stands, grinning. Yeah, what she said. Um, so you need to go down to the Siphons and see Tor..er Grandmaster Torch he says, rolling his eyes. He's got a map for you that details an old smuggler's trail. It should allow you to move safely and secretly across to Escadar. The takes another swig from his tankard and nearly chokes. Oh, nearly forgot, you'll be accompanied by an appraiser by the name of Nestor Rees. He'll verify the authenticity of the gillmen’s relic. He'll meet you here at the Lodge after you see Torch.
He walks over and stuffs some more food in his mouth. Any questions?
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Ygdnur wastes no time when the VC points to the food, stuffing an equally large sandwich in his mouth right before he asks for questions.
"Btht wrtgt atht thith..." He takes a second to swallow. "What's this about an appraiser? I don't like the idea of babysitting..." He swallows a gulp from his own tankard as he realizes he probably just spoke out of turn...
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Yes, here, i have a question too! Stirring from behind you, a pale woman that you didn´t really perceive before emerges, wrapped in a foreign kind of clothing not native to the inner sea, but somehow mirroring parts of taldan fashion.
Where is this Escadar? And do we need to go underwater or swim? I´m really not good at that and would need some preparation.
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A gnome in a garish outfit gestures towards the table, speaking mystic syllables in a commanding voice as a roll floats to his outstretched hand. He tears into the roll, oblivious to the crumbs (conveyed on mysterious breezes) he is depositing around the room.
"It isn't everyday that the Empire of Taldor’s 'most skilled operatives' and such an opportunity for wordplay enter one's life, Faldoc. That alone must count for something. ... Think the gillmen would want the trade agreement for ships from the Orient? Opening trade negotiations with them could be worth a pretty penny."
"I don't believe I've been introduced to some of you. I am that helpful gnome, Anis Aniland, at your service."
Dreng chuckles slightly at Ygdnur's question. No, no babysitting. Nestor is a big boy and can take care of himself. You probably won't even notice him most of the time, but his service in this endeavor will be invaluable. He turns to Tomoe with a paternal look. No my dear, you shouldn't need to breath underwater. Escadar in the island to the north of here. It's where Absalom berths it's navy. Though the gillman live in the deeps, they do business with us air-breathers top-side.
He then turns to stare coldly at Faldoc before grabbing a pickle, rolling it up in some cold cuts, folding that into a piece of bread, and shoving it in his mouth. What's in it for you! he says over a mouthful of food. Why fame and glory of course. You are a Pathfinder after all, you should know how this works by now. If you succeed on this little errand, you will be compensated accordingly.
He then turns and favors Anis a food-filled smile. Nice to meet you Anis. Hopefully you and your party will be of service.
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Faldoc returns the stare Dreng gives him and smiles briefly. Just thought I'd check. You can never be too sure that fame and glory are always going to be included in a deal.
The half-elf then turns to the party. OK then, do we have everything sorted out? I suppose we should go see this Torch gentlemen, correct?
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Oh why need my missions always be on or near water? Some of that fishmen try to get me into water i´ll byte their throats out
I didn´t meet that Consotrium, but they can´t be worse than pirates. I met those. The throatcutting, shipsinking, slavetaking, soulstealing kind. Heavy with meaning, she looks around.
Dreng looks startled at Anis' suggestion. Heavens, I wouldn't think so. If all goes as planned, the Consortium won't even know your coming. As Dreng finishes his answer, Lady Gloriana gives a little cough and looks as if she is attempting to rise, though her ample buttocks seem firmly set in the sofa.
Anis tries to use a cantrip, but it does not seem to work. Lady Gloriana extends an arm for help rising from the sofa.