# 72 moves up into the fight, meanwhile you hearing arcane chanting in the back and a ray of acid comes hurtling out of the mist toward Alan, but missing him narrowly.
Danyn steps forward defensively.
Kyra steps up and channels healing energy to the party.
Chak's sword snakes forward and opens up a gash on the halfling's thigh, drawing a roar of pain.
Alan slips by the redhead and attempts to kick the blond, but his kick misses in the haze. The halfling swings his mighty greataxe at Chak, and the axe misses Chak by a hair's breadth. The redhead turn to swing at the monk that just slid by her. Her sword whistles harmlessly through the air, missing Alan.
ahh my armor is 16 so I'm thinking you hit me, knocking me out and I'm dying id be at -8
The blond women begins to chant arcane words and points at Alan. By the look on her face the spell went awry.
Kyra steps toward the fray and prays to Saranae. She reaches forward and touches # 72 on the back. Suddenly the fighter feels more protected and resilient.
Chak and Alan are both unsuccessful in their attempts to put down their opponents. The red head lashes out at # 72. The halfling swings his ax at Chak.
Lucky for our heros, both miss wildly.
# 72 swings at the halfling and connects with one of his strikes. The halfing growls back at the fighter in return.
The blond magic-user tries again to cast a spell and once again her spell seems to fizzle. She then step back into the mist.
Kyra delays waiting to see if anyone will need healing.
Chak's sword swing drops the redhead. She curses the birdman as she falls. Seeing his leader go down the halfling raises his hands and says. You've bested me, how about we call a draw. At which point you hear the blonde screech in anger.
# 72 manuevers around Alan and attacks the blond, hitting her squarely in the temple. The blonde screeches again and you hear her yell at the halfling. You pint-sized coward. She then begins to giggle and chant in an attempts to cast a spell. In her hysteria, she makes no attempt to defend herself while casting. Alan and #72 cease upon the opportunity and strike out, Alan's strike connecting and felling the blonde. Seeing an opening, the halfing begins backing up eith his arms in the air. Look I asked for a draw, Deandre was leading us. he says, motioning at the redhead on the ground.
TO DELVE A DUNGEON DEEP
Only the luckiest or most influential Pathfinders receive invitations to Amara Li’s annual Snapdragon Festival celebration, and wise recipients take advantage of them. The aroma of blooming orchids and flowing wine mixes with the acrid tang of recently exploded fireworks, and the sound of strangely discordant music comes from a duo of Tian women playing an unusual stringed instrument and a reed flute. The crowd mingles calmly, most guests clearly hoping to be seen more than actually paying attention to those with whom they converse, though the plum wine seems to have affected many who now move about the lodge’s grounds waving sparkling wands of fire and shooting whirring, whizzing fireworks into the sky above the koi pond. After you succesful completion of your previous tasks. You have been deemed worthy of an invitation.
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A woman dressed in traditional Tian garb strides in, and turns heads as only someone of beauty and breeding can do. Her hair is coiled back and fastened via pins. Her black and red silk dress as the motif of a oriental dragon going up either sides and it is split up to the upper thigh. She speaks demurely Ah, truely this is a party that warms my heart and brings memories of home.
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The Brid like creature that you may or may not reconise... whos under some of the most patch together clothing you have ever seen (if you seen him before his out fit includes a few more patches) he also has a nice hat on or some sort bowl... His feathers seem to have a least groomed his feathers, underneath you see a nice vest and something that resebles plad pj pants... He walks around and looks as thought hes trying to blend in.. but in that get up he stick out like a sore tumb..
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Plum wine firmly in hand, the rather handsome Tian moves amongst the guests freely. Taking closer note of him, guests observe a sense of other about him, and it doesn't take long to realise he is tianjan, a heaven person. His burnt-gold yellow kimono is matched with dark crimson hakama pants, and he almost resembles a walking sunset. A large stylised sun has been boldly embroidered on the back of his kimomono, and equally stylised dragons on the front. A katana sits sashed at his waist.
After social butterflying his way through many guests and engaging in all manner of pleasantries, he eventually moves to listen to the duo of musicians, politely smiling and waving to the elegant Tien guest, and the Tengu spirit.
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#72 is escorted from current company's service by a well-dressed Chelish man with all the proper paperwork.
In his stead...
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Well this party looks great, Hmm, where's the bar?"
After exchanging greetings to a couple of adventurers he passed by, he finally managed to find the bar. "Can I get a glass of the finest wine you guys can offer?", says Zorlax to the bartender.
These people looks interesting, I wonder what adventures have they gone through.
After spending some time enjoying the party you are invited to the private study of the illustrious Tien diplomat and pathfinder Amara Li. Arriving in the study you find her seated on a reed mat before a low table set with an exquisite porcelain tea set, that appears to tell the story of a man and woman. She motions for you to sit with her around the table, and once the door is closed behind you and you are seated, she begins talking in a low, hushed voice without even a hint of a Tian accent.
“Well met, Pathfinders, and welcome to the Lantern Lodge. I hope you find the Snapdragon Festival and my hospitality worthy of your time and energy. I have not brought you here for mere pleasantries, however, and wish to ask you to partake a dangerous mission on my behalf. Amara Li absently runs a finger along the rim of a teacup.
“Long ago, one of my most esteemed ancestors, who was rich in power but poor in sense, gave a gift to a foreign prince, a gift that prince did not deserve and my foolish ancestor had no right to give—a ceremonial jade katana. At the time the gift was sent, its recipient was invading this island. He laid siege to Absalom from his fortress in the foothills of the Kortos Mounts. Like those who came before him, the warlord failed to take Absalom and perished in the attempt. On the very day of his defeat, his castle crumbled to dust in a violent earthquake and has been lost to the centuries ever since. My family’s heirloom was lost with it.
The Tien woman stands and begins to pace. “A recent report by a group of Pathfinders gives me hope that they have finally found the ruin, and I might finally recover my family’s treasure. I’m looking for an intrepid group to retrieve it for me, and I’m hoping that is you. The fame and wealth you will doubtlessly recover will bring you much honor within the Society, and if you deliver the katana to me, you will have my favor as you begin your careers as full agents of the Pathfinder Society.”
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As the miner enters the room, he does so bringing with him a serving container of sake. During the briefing, his eyes glaze over as he listens halfway, incredibly distracted by something in the main hall.
He finishes chugging a ceramic flask of sake and almost shatters it on the table setting it down.
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"I can understand the importance of such an artifact, and the request to retrieve it. I shall be honoured to recover this heirloom and return it to its rightful place in the hands of your family, the Katana is the heart and soul of my mistress" Takahiro looks lovingly heavenward, then bows to Amara Li.