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This is a timed scenario so I am expecting at minimum 1 post a day from each person to be able to keep up with the rest of the tables.
Please post below with your applying character, including level. Please also make sure that the character you apply with will be available from November 5th to December 20th.
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Herodotus approaches the Grand Lodge, dust coating every last piece of him.
"Ye frekish dust elementals will not keep me away from this practically mandatory celebratory meeting, for The Inheritor is my guide."
Two passerby raise their eyebrows as they walk past, hasten their step and begin commenting sotto voce about the menagerie that has, yet again, arrived in town.
"I've told you you sound weird when you do that. "Cast a Heal spell on me please" weird."
"If and when you are reforged Gamin, you will understand the martial nature of my pronouncements."
"There's no if, there's a when; and I'm pretty sure I won't. Weirdo."
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Graz grunts as he answers the summons to the Grand Lodge. More Pathfinder business. AS if almost dying the last time out wasn't enough,. Now he was called back for more duty. His trusty chain clanked at his side and the sound comforted and reassured him. Wasn't that long ago those same chains were binding him in slavery, but now he walked a free-man and he had re-forged the chains into a weapon that allowed him to stay that way, and to fight for the freedom of others. Well maybe it'll be the right kind of mission this time -- work to free others, instead of a dungeon plunder. Time and the local Venture Captain would tell.
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... and I'll have you know that amongst the tribes of the Valas...
"Hey Herodotus? If you actually stop arguing with your sword for a minute, you might see someone with an Open Road wayfinder walking by. You know. Food for thought."
"Hmm? Oh."
The paladin turns towards the half-orc and bows respectfully. "The Inheritor's blessings upon you, fellow Pathfinder. I am Herodotus Vanatir Krezla, a humble servant of Iomedae. Do you happen to be heading towards the Grand Lodge and Skyreach for the events of the day? Perhaps we could walk there together, if it so pleases you."
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Heccan emerges from the entryway of the Grand Lodge. He is a man of modest hight, with jet black hair, pale skin and deep brownish eyes, telltale markings of Chelish descent. He shields his eyes from the sun in one hand while the other holds a somewhat ornate goblet. Heccan's robes, raven colored with some scarlet finery, hang a bit loosely on his thin frame but are worn with noticeable flair. He is holding back a smirk as he looks about the gathering crowd, looking for something. Heccan spies Graz and Herodotus and confidently strides toward the pair.
Ah yes, do excuse good sir and he draws his gaze over to Graz and seems at a momentary loss before he continues yes, well. Again pardon my interruption, but you both seem the Society type and I was wondering if you would be amenable to some COOPERATING by helping me EXPLORE this place for a wine server. I seem to be fresh out and I do hate to be the soberest soul at a party. Please know I will make a favorable REPORT should our endeavor be successful. What say you lads? Shall we forge ahead? Really, if not for me then for the sake of the Society!
Heccan raises his empty goblet and flashes the pair a wickedly charming smile. Now that he is in proximity, the pair can easily tell that he likely has had a few glasses of wine already.
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Herodotus stiffly bows to the two pathfinders. "As I said, I am Herodotus Vanatir Krezla, humble servant of the Inheritor. Aroden's legacy guide us all."
Turning towards the Chelish man, he continues. "I do suppose refreshments are in order. After all, the esteemed venture-captain Drendle Drang will probably be in attendance since he lairs here, and I have no doubt that he will unnecessarily complicate the situation in some way, shape or form."
Turning back towards the half-orc, he asks "What say you, friend Graz? Shall you partake of the offered refreshments with us before our leadership makes their announcements?"
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"By all means, do tell" he says, his mood perking up. He starts to herd his fellow pathfinders towards a source of food and, more importantly, beverages. "I've never had the opportunity to set foot in Osirion, and would love to hear of the land. Unfortunately, I have spent most of my career as an agent seeing way too much of Taldor for any sane man, and weathering too many Numerian magics to ever look at golems the same way".
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An old hunchback lady appears to be talking herself, but looking closely there seems to a weasel perched on her shoulder, and the lump on her back is really a pair of ill-formed and shriveled up wings.
"After testing us with undead, oozes, and metal men while granting us powers that are mostly useless against those with no mind it seems The Ancients have decided to give us a well earned holiday! What's that? Yes, the lightning we were blessed with did seem to hurt those metal men quite a bit so maybe The Ancients know what they are doing after all."
"This place is so full of life, I much prefer it to those dark ruins we always seem to find ourselves in. In fact just look at the life emanating from those three men over there!" (via Deathwatch (from Soul Seer racial trait) which is At-Will and continually recharged every 6 minutes).
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As Herodotus relieves a passing serving-boy of his tray of assorted drinks and presents them to his newfound companions, a voice from his scabbard pipes up.
"Hey Herodotus? There's a creepy old hunchback lady hitting on you and your friends. Or maybe just drooling and looking your way. Either way, it's totally creepy. Again, just FYI. Whatever you decide to do man."
The paladin raises his head from the assortment of drinks. I don't even understand what half of these beverages are here for... and quickly locates the hunchback woman. Walking at a brisk pace, he bows, offers her a drink and states:"Madam, might I ask why you gaze towards myself and my companions? Are you in need of a refreshment? Also, a rodent seems to be perched on your shoulder. Apologies if it happens to be a familiar of yours."
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"Thank you fine sir. While I am not thirsty my friend Bitters is, and he is a bit sore from being called a rodent. He claims to be of royalty from ages ago, and sometimes forgets his current form as my familiar. He especially favors wine."
"Sorry for staring, but I have never seen so many Pathfinders together before, and they are all so healthy and full of life, I am certainly happy I don't need to stop and close any wounds like I am used to when Pathfinders are around."
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Herodotus bows before the familiar. "Apologies magnificently fured one. Allow me to placate your wrath with a sample of mediocre wine the Decemvirate probably got on the cheap for us." Rising back up, he lifts a clay cup from the many sitting on the tray and lifts it to the weasel's height.
"Really? You're going to fall for the whole "I'm a reincarnated noble from ages long past" story?"
"The beast has a certain regal bearing, and I need not doubt my fellow Pathfinder's word, for ours is a bond of kinship stronger than many other"
"THAT'S NOT HOW THIS WORKS!!! THAT'S NOT HOW ANY OF THIS WORKS!!"
Addressing the odd-looking woman once again, Herodotus states: "Apologies madam. I am the bearer of Gamin, once the sword of Pathfinder Agent Kalkamedes. It seems that when Pathfinder Kalkamedes renounced his vows and took to the sickness that ailed him, Gamin was afflicted by some sort of magical condition that makes him forget etiquette and all matter of good manners. I am Pathfinder Agent Herodotus Vanatir Krezla, at your service. And if I may say so, I too am glad that your abilities will not be taxed upon on this day of mandatory celebration of our organization's accomplishments."
"Nyeh "Forgets all matter of good manners". Bite me Herodotus."
"The last time you requested that of me you cursed me for being too literal and my jaw was sore for weeks. I will assume you are again using these words in jest."
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Bitters takes a few sips from the cup, looks at the sword, and quickly scurries to hide under Sabrina's malformed wings.
"Very interesting, I've always wondered what an 'intelligent' weapon would choose to converse about, though that may be a rather ill-fitting description for such an item as this. Luckily it is the attitude of the wielder which is the crucial piece for such a combination as yourselves. I am pleased to meet you, my name is Sabrina, and have served the Grand Lodge for several years now."
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Heccan returns to the group with a wide grin. He holds his previously empty goblet in front of him and his balance suggests the presence of some liquid inside. The dapper man takes a measured sip and smacks his lip with delight. I have to hand it to them, they finally took my advice and procured some genuine red for once. This may be the best party yet. Heccan takes another sip and looks around until his gaze settles on Herdotus and Sabrina. He stops short once he sees Sabrine and tries to hide a nervous smile. He quirks a brow to Herodotus. Well well, what have we here? Has the good sir Krezla been hiding whilst I was on my most pressing mission? He flashes a charming smirk and tips his glass to the pair.
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Herodotus turns back to beckon the Chelish man closer, one hand steadily holding onto the serving tray. "I have made the acquaintance of a fellow pathfinder agent, Sabrina of the Grand Lodge, and her familiar, whose name and noble pedigree have not yet been revealed to me. Sabrina of the Lodge, this is one of our Chelish brethren, who has not yet introduced himself at this time, no doubt awaiting to do so in a manner befitting a nobleman of his caliber."
The disembodied voice stops rumbling sotto voce to casually say with a touch of spite in it's tone: "Yeah guy, don't take anything he says too harshly. Or seriously. Point is, he's just a stiff do-gooder. Not that there's anything wrong with doing good, but if he could be a little ... less... FORMAL about it... I swear, one of these days he's going to apologize to a rogue Shadow Lodge agent. Not that there's many of those laying around anymore. I'm Gamin by the way; I'm his sword and..."
"Thank you Gamin." He states sternly, looking down at the blade's hilt. Looking back up at the other two agents, he continues. "I'm terribly sorry, he has a tendency to ramble on and on if given the chance..."
"HAH! That's rich coming from you, sir Talks-a-Lot!"
"I am not yet nobility Gamin. As I was saying. He will ramble, but has the power to provide assistance should we require it and I am not in a position to provide it directly. As a humble servant of the Inheritor, I will always attempt to aid you in peace and in battle."
He waves around at the crowd of pathfinder agents, encompassing a few other paladins of various faiths.
"Most of my brethren chose the way of the blade, or the blade and shield. My strengths lie in the longbow. Evil can do no harm if it is slain before it reaches the innocent. But forgive me, I speak of myself too much. What are your areas of expertise friends?"
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Herodotus looks at the dwarven monk who just joined them appraisingly. "Hail to you, friend dwarf. I did not see you there a moment ago. I must say you have startled me. Pray tell, who are you? Are you a follower of divine Irori? I do not understand what you mean by "getting point" unless that is an expression used within your brotherhood. Are you ... suggesting something would happen during these markedly extravagant and tacky celebrations? Perish the thought. I was talking in hypotheticals. About our strengths in the field, while serving the society and those that brought us to it."
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"I would offer you some of my wares, liquid fire, lightning, and ice, healing potions and herbs, but with so many Pathfinders around I cannot keep them in supply, I have never had such brisk business before. If only the Ancestors would allow me to brew all day long, alas they seem to have other plans for Bitters and I."
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Master of Swords Marcos Farabellus strides up to the large crowd and claps his hands together for attention.
“Welcome Pathfinders, one and all! And welcome to our traveling venture-captains stationed abroad as well our honored guests! I am Marcos Farabellus, and on behalf of the Decemvirate, I welcome you to the Pathfinder Society’s annual Grand Convocation! I shall address all of the attendees later this afternoon to announce some of the Society’s greatest accomplishments over the past year and our plans for the future. In the meantime, I invite you to stroll about the campus, meet with your peers, and enjoy all the sites of the Grand Lodge. We have set up numerous challenges and contests so that you can show off your skills or sharpen them if need be. I’ll send around ushers when it’s time to assemble for the speeches on the north lawn. Enjoy!
At the Grand Lodge you have a unique opportunity to meet new Pathfinders or reunite with old friends.
Soon afterwards a Keleshite woman from Katapesh approaches Herodotus. A golden Dawnflower hangs loosely around her neck, as is the holy symbol of Sarenrae.
The Light of the Goddess is upon you. She says as she bows her head.
Greetings, I am Nasreen Tawfeek. This is some event. She says with a low whistle looking all around her.
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"Blessings of the Inheritor upon you Nasreen; I am Herodotus Vanatir Krezla, humbly at your service. I hope you are enjoying this day of enforced festivities. I wonder what the Society has accomplished this year that merits such fanfare. Would it have anything to do with the Sky Key whose fragments we've been hunting the past few months? I have been busy on other missions for the Society; thus I have been "in the dark" on the matter so to speak."
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Heccan, goblet to his mouth, looks over when he hears Nasreen's introduction. He finishes his sip and attempts to swallow discretely, offering the newcomer a wickedly charming grin. The crafty sorcerer almost involuntarily attempts to hide the goblet from view by lowering it to his side behind a fold of his impeccably fashionable robes. He patiently waits while Herodotus speaks to the mysterious lady from Katapesh before seizing a socially proper moment to introduce himself.
I quite agree good Lady Tawfeek, quite the spectacle indeed. Personally, I do not think the Grand Lodge has enough of these events. I would much rather take my chances here then at the bottom of a pit or trying to climb a mountain in some barely pronounceable nation. Give me a good Chelish Red and good company and I shall call that a fair start. Heccan gives the likely priestess a charming wink before he continues. Ah, but where ARE my manners? Heccan places his left hand, the one without the barely filled goblet, on his chest and bows slightly Heccan Abraxi, most formerly of the House Abraxi of Egorian. He straightens and fixes Nasreen with a smile Yes, the one and the same notorious barrister of the same, now fearlessly plying my trade and talents for our beloved Society. I echo my friend Herodtus' curiosity as for the event, but I shall enjoy the wine just the same. Speaking of, may have the honor of fetching you a glass?
The wordy sorcerer quirks a brow and looks to Nasreen expectantly.
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Sabrina scans the area looking for Jory.
"Ha! It looks like our dwarf friend 'took point' but left the rest of us behind! Likely searching for a hole underground after having too much sun for one day!
As for myself I must visit the Wall of Fallen Heroes sometime to make sure my friends lost last year in search of said Sky Key were not forgotten by the bookkeepers."
With that Sabrina bows her head and whispers a short prayer.
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"Master Abraxi, I do believe some of the goblets upon this tray are of satisfactory quality, and I would beg of you not to wander off like our bold dwarven friend and fellow agent." states Herodotus.
He looks around briefly, and, not seeing the dwarf anywhere nearby, continues: "Pray tell, master Abraxi, beyond your legal expertise, what are your strengths as an agent? As I was mentioning in passing to noble Graz here, I am somewhat adept with the bow. I also have a sharp eye to go with it. And Iomedae the Inheritor has granted me the gift of words.
Lady Sabrina here has mentioned her gift with herbs and healing remedies, an immensely prized and valued skill amongst any field agent. As I have no doubt that should we need it, she will unfurl her magnificent wings and soar through the air to bring aid and succor to those who need it.
Noble Graz was proudly telling us of how he fears no man; and proud he should be, for fear and the conquering of it is a test that we must all face afresh every time words fail and combat must take it's place.
I'm certain that Jory of Irori has taken many steps on the quest for perfection true believers of the Master of Masters undertake.
But I am sorry, here I am, rambling again and not allowing you to answer. My apologies."
And from his sheath, Gamin softly begs: "Gods almighty, make him STOP for once!"
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"Blessings of the Inheritor upon you Nasreen; I am Herodotus Vanatir Krezla, humbly at your service. I hope you are enjoying this day of enforced festivities. I wonder what the Society has accomplished this year that merits such fanfare. Would it have anything to do with the Sky Key whose fragments we've been hunting the past few months? I have been busy on other missions for the Society; thus I have been "in the dark" on the matter so to speak."
I have little idea what this year's speech will entail. I have been tasked with showing groups around the grounds and all of the activities that have been set in place.
I quite agree good Lady Tawfeek, quite the spectacle indeed. Personally, I do not think the Grand Lodge has enough of these events. I would much rather take my chances here then at the bottom of a pit or trying to climb a mountain in some barely pronounceable nation. Give me a good Chelish Red and good company and I shall call that a fair start. Heccan gives the likely priestess a charming wink before he continues. Ah, but where ARE my manners? Heccan places his left hand, the one without the barely filled goblet, on his chest and bows slightly Heccan Abraxi, most formerly of the House Abraxi of Egorian. He straightens and fixes Nasreen with a smile Yes, the one and the same notorious barrister of the same, now fearlessly plying my trade and talents for our beloved Society. I echo my friend Herodtus' curiosity as for the event, but I shall enjoy the wine just the same. Speaking of, may have the honor of fetching you a glass?
That would be great. We will pick one up on the walk around the grounds. Tawfeek says with a smile and a courteous nod back to Haccan.
At Sabrina's revelation Tawfeek turns around looking for the Master Dwarf as well, but unable to find him causing her to laugh.
He must have been excited and took off already.
Tawfeen begins to walk as she motions for everyone to follow. Her armor clatters at the sound of metal chain scraping underneath.
Entering the grounds you see that hundreds have shown up for the festivities.
This.... Holding her hand out to the crowd. .... is what the love, redemtion and mercy of Sarenrae brings about to this world.
The roar of the large crowd talking all at once sounds like an army amassing for battle as Bards are singing songs and wild animals are being shown at a zoo-like menagerie and a weight-lifting competition.
You have free-reign of the grounds. They should be making an announcement shortly for the festivities to begin.
PC demonstrates her skill at handling and taming unusual
creatures from all over the Inner Sea. The more experienced
the field agent, the more exotic the beasts.
“talking circle” has been marked out on the grounds. There is
limited seating but plenty of comfortable spots on the lawn.
Pathfinders compete to tell the best story. Complete accuracy is
optional if the tale is funny or entertaining enough. Experienced
Pathfinders are expected to have grander tales. Music or dance
is just as welcome if incorporated in the narrative.
This forum is conducted in an outdoor lecture area in the
Quadrangle. Agents do not literally compete in this event,
but a meaningful contribution to the panel discussion
garners attention and accolades from fellow scholars.
training grounds, where Pathfinders compete in a timed
trial to be the quickest one through the course. A large
chalkboard lists the best times and participants.
outbuildings, where several agents have set up a fake crime
scene. An audience watches as a blindfolded Pathfinder is
led into the middle of the scene. He then can remove his
blindfold and has two minutes in which to examine the
scene before replacing the blindfold. He then must describe
from memory all of the clues and forensic evidence that he
noticed to an audience and event organizer.
Mausoleum. Tables are laden with boxes, chests, cutaway
sections of door handles, empty sarcophagi, and other
common places where traps are concealed. Pathfinders
know a trap is present and must disarm it with a time limit
(taking 10 and 20 is disallowed). Alternatively, agents can
also create or modify a trap to confound their comrades for
credit. All of the traps are nonlethal.
weights. Gnomes, halflings, and other Small participants
may opt for a handicap, and experienced agents are
expected to be mightier than the newer recruits.
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Leaving the verbose duo of Herodutus and Heccan behind with the Sarenrite priestess, Graz sees the test of strength ahead and gets in line with other brawny pathfinders to give it a go.
Stacking the weights a little heavier than he should, the half-orc strains and struggles to dead-lift the bar full of ballast, but ultimately is just unable to clear it.
Hanging is head in shame, he sulks about hoping no one saw his performance in the one thing he might be good at.
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"Pray tell, master Abraxi, beyond your legal expertise, what are your strengths as an agent? As I was mentioning in passing to noble Graz here, I am somewhat adept with the bow. I also have a sharp eye to go with it. And Iomedae the Inheritor has granted me the gift of words. "
Heccan, feeling emboldened, takes an overt sip of what is left in his goblet and tuns his attention to Herdotus. "My apologies Herdootus, I forget that my reputation rarely proceeds me in this wretched City as it so often did in Egorian. Suffice to say I have many talents, good sir, and I would never be such a boor as to catalogue them extensively. I would not want to put all of our comrades to sleep. He looks over to Sabrina and offers a playful wink. Suffice to say that I am most persuasive and use my talents to further the Society's ends. My methods range from my extraordinary but yet mundane skill at negotiation and wit to, well, let us say more unconventional means. I have certain... Heccan pauses growing a bit pensive, his once warm and charming expression turns a bit darker, if just for a moment gifts bestowed upon me without my knowledge or consent that find me at the Society's service as opposed to my own. These, um, gifts, allow me to, well... the socialite snaps his finger, causing a spark of arcane energy to ignite in a moment giving off a flash but otherwise harmless. As he does so, Heccan's eyes flash red for the same instance and the start of a devilish grin crosses his lips. do certain things. Heccan hakes his head once and calms. But there is no need to get into all that, good sir. We at a party, and we should speak of more festive things, no?
Heccan takes a bow and wanders over to the "talking circle" as he tries to re-gain his composure. He smiles and steps confidently into the circle and begins to regale the gathered crowd about one of his more famous cases during his time as a notorious barrister in the Chelaxian city of Egorian. He, of course, plays up his role in the endeavor to the fullest, boasting how he discovered, single handedly mind you, a complex system of corruption and murder from one of the higher noble houses. When finished, me merely bows his head once and seeks out the nearest wine server.
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"Yeah Herodotus, lighten up! It's a party! Like, an actual party, not one of those retreats Ollysta cooks up. Why do those things always make me feel like I'm smelling cooked cabbage? I can't even smell!!" exclaims a reinvigorated Gamin from it's sheath.
Herodotus nods thoughtfully and starts moving towards the crime scene reenactment, inviting Sabrina to follow. "I am curious as to how much I can notice. Do you consider yourself perceptive as well Lady Sabrina?"
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Not used to such attention much less being called a lady Sabrina lets out a giggle that sounds more like a cackle.
"I was not always very perceptive, in fact in my younger days I acquired many frequent bruisings from twigs snapping at my face, and falling flat on the ground from tripping on a root. But something changed when I was contacted by the Ancestors and I joined their cause, and they also led me to my small but noble friend Bitters, and there is between us some magical bond which has increased my awareness many fold. Crime scenes so give me the goosebumps, not in a good way, but I am inclined to try it out since as someone keeps reminding us this is a party."
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Having failed in his own task, Graz watches with mild disinterest as the others try their hand at mystery solving. Without seeing a target to bang aruond with his spiked chain, Graz doesn't understand the whole concept, but he has learned that the Society has members with skills to offset his own. He respects that if he doesn't fully understand it.
He yawns mightily and flexes his muscle waiting for the Convocation to move along.
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Hefting more weight than he probably should onto the bar Graz lifts the weight with minimal struggle as he shows the newer recruits how to do it.
skill check, attack roll, or combat maneuver check attempted
during the adventure.
Speaking with the initiates Graz hears that the budget to maintain the menagerie has been temporarily expanded for the Grand Convocation. The Grand Lodge is capitalizing on the large number of visitors to present as many unusual specimens as possible.
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Heccan steps into the talking circle as Nasreen listens intently to his tale of valor.
As Heccan's tale comes to a close the crowd gasps and begins to clap wildly. Speaking with the large talkig circle Heccan discovers the principal discovery of the sky citadel of Jormurdun has been moved to a strange chamber with no corners along the exterior walls, floor, and ceiling. This is to help shield it from strange otherworldly entities. This year’s keynote address is allegedly about the artifact discovered in Jormurdun, the Sky Key!
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Herodotus and Sabrina try their hand at the sleuthing event. They both attempt to memorize everything about the scene as they can but are easily distracted as the blindfold is set in place. Jory steps in as he barely even glances at the crime scene. He not only describes the entire scene but also lets everyone know that it was the old bearded wizard with the lead pipe in the kitchen!
or Survival check attempted during the adventure.
While Herodotus and Sabrina discuss how in the hells Jory did what he did so fast, the dwarf overhears that a Foreign Quarter councilman, Lord Omrys of House Ahnkamen, has registered some concern about the Grand Convocation with Absalom’s Grand Council. Lord Omrys feels that the Pathfinder Society is a “weirdness magnet” that brings more trouble to the city than good. He fears that a “Pathfinder Convention” is only going to exacerbate and concentrate the mischief that surrounds the Society, so he has requested that the district guard keep close tabs on the Grand Lodge for the next week. The Decemvirate has been in contact with Lord Omrys and assured him that all will be well.
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A little embarrassed at her first contest, Sabrina hurriedly goes to the Mausoleum to try her hand at another skill showcase.
"Oh Bitters, I fear maybe I have had to much wine, I seemed to forget all my training at the lecture hall. Hopefully I can fare better in a skill I learned a long time ago before I was noticed by the Ancestors."
Sabrina gets out her masterwork thieves' tools and tries her luck.
Bitters, from Sabrina's shoulders, watches, shakes his head disapprovingly, burps, losing his balance and falling to the ground.
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Having gotten to the head of the obstacle course line, Herodotus sets his bag aside and removes his armor. "You are going to try an obstacle course? Really?" mocks Gamin from it's sheath as Herodotus takes his place on the starting line, and sets off at the mark.
"Yeah, this is ending about as well as I thought it would." snarks the sword to a winded Herodotus, he begins the process of donning his armor anew.
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Moving along among the large crowds in the ever expansive compound surrounding the large Skyreach Tower the group tries their hands at more of the events. Jory watches all of the nimble elves and young humans try their hand at the obstacle course and begins to feel a little confident after a couple of the free beverages being passed around.
Stepping up Jory's legs go numb beneath him and he ends up just ramming his way through the majority of the obstacles in place as he falls flat on his face about a quarter of the way through.
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Graz heads over to the Menagarie to see what manner of creatures were brought for this occasion. The Menagerie houses rare and exotic live specimens from across the Inner Sea. It is often the first glimpse of strange and unusual creatures that initiates experience before their first expedition. The Society’s finest naturalists have captured most of the creatures here for study—and in rare instances domestication. Some wagons contain hay, live or freshly slaughtered livestock, or supplies for the zoo’s operation. Walking around with the staff to the different number of cages he sees Giant Frogs, Cockatrices, Dire Lions, Elephants and even a Spinosaurus, as the staff shows the half-orc the expanded exhibit!
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Walking into the Quadrangle Heccan listens intently to a symposium for about 30 minutes before he begins to chime in and give his own lecture on his experiences with planar travel and how it slightly warps the mind, body and soul.
Knowledge check attempted during the adventure.
After the lecture Heccan speaks with a smaller crowd of people with any remaining questions. The conversation leads back into the Pathfinders where he hears that the Society’s success at Nerosyan and more recently at the sky citadel Jormurdun has captured the imaginations of a new crop of Pathfinders, who see the Society as a potential force for good as well as scholarship. The halls of the Quadrangle have not been so full in many years.
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Though Sabrina has had a couple of drinks to steady her nerves and hands it does not seem like enough. Her shaking hands slip on one of the traps set in place which begins a round robin as each trap begins to set off the other. Each trap that goes off realeases a deep blue ink that covers every inch of the witch's exposed skin.
Trying to wipe the ink away it seems magical in nature and does not want to seem to wipe away. Perhaps with time.
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Having showed up to the obstacle course late Herodotus is only able to watch Jory compete. As the crowd cheers for Jory it makes Herodotus believe that that is how the course is supposed to be completed and follows suit.