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A fairly impressive half orc enters the meeting place.. His skin dark mottled, with a hint of blue and almost scaleish. He wears a breastplate and carries a greataxe on his back. Dark hair and blue eyes complete the package. He is one of the more handsome half orcs you have ever seen.
"Well met Pathfinders! It seems we may be taking a ship ride again eh? Dam I hate that island.. If you can call it an island.. Cursed place.." He mumbles grumpily before ordering a drink and taking a seat..
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An overly beautiful man with a song on his lips and a smile on his face saunters into the briefing room.
"Hello, hello. One and all, so pleased to make your acquaintance!"
He nods to Gronk. "Horrile place, yes indeed. Yet even there life finds a way. And... they do have an appreciation for good music!"
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A pale slender half-elf enters the room, a self assure grin on his face. The grin widens as he hears the discussion between Gronk and Orophin as he steps forth..
"Oh, looks like I am right on time, as usual. Always one to talk of beauty, but rarely do I find blades worthy of such praise. I am sure there are other things more deserving..."
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You see a young gnome, running late with a piece of parchment in hand. He is trying hard to listen to all that is being shared. He is casually dressed, in clothes that do not seem to fit, and maybe have been slept in more than once too often. His hair is badly in need of a comb, but he seems oblivious to his appearance while his eyes dart back and forth from his strange green cat, to the sky and back.
"Um, sorry I am late...got lost on the way.
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Oh good. So many times I get lost and then miss the briefing and then spend the whole time trying to figure out what I missed. I mean I cannot always remember stuff anyway, but missing the briefing is usually important, even if I do not always remember what they said.
The gnome smiles and takes a breath.
Oh, and I am Wembly and this green cat is my friend, Whiskers.
The gnome bows, and his goggles nearly fall off his head.
Hey, so that is where I put those!
You all begin your mission aboard the Grinning Pixie, a floating Pathfinder lodge, en route to the Gloomspires, for yet another chance to explore the ruins. You are all gathered around the Captains map table, filled with goblets of liquor plates of bread and cheese, waiting for Venture-Captain Calisro Benarry to return from handling an issue involving her crew.
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"This will be my second trip. The first time it was ghouls. If I'm recalling correctly." Ariana takes a seat at the table, and helps herself to some bread cheese an wine.
"Incorporeal, eh? I have some Ghost Salt Blanch arrows anyone is free to use, and a couple of flasks of Holy water, and a couple of Oils of Bless weapon. Anything else I need for defeating ghosts?"
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Seltyiel sits on a nearby chest and props his feet up on the captain's map table. He smiles, pours himself a cup of wine and breaks off a generous piece of cheese, likely the more expensive of the lot. The half elf takes a large bite of cheese and downs the wine with one swig.
"Ghosts and ghouls. Well I cannot say I have had the pleasure of visiting this place, but it certainly does not sound boring." He looks over to Ariana. "Looks like you are the expert here. What other nasties await our tour?"
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Just getting there can be difficult. It's rough going. Or it was. I don't know how many Pathfinders have been going in and out since I was there."
Ariana smiles slightly, and waits for the Captain to see the Seltyiel's feet on her map table.
"I have a script for purchasing a partial wand of Ghostbane Dirge. I'll spend my gold on it, and allow someone who can activate such things do so. I can't afford a ghost touch weapon today."
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The magus takes another bite of cheese as he listens to his fellow pathfinders. He smirks and addresses the group.
"Well then, I defer to your wisdom. Your precautions for ghostly problems is greatly appreciated, truly. I hate to admit I am stuck in my ways and tend to rely on my arcane skills, but that's just me. Either way, I'd like to know what we are supposed to be doing at this place."
Seltyiel pours himself another glass of wine and downs it in a gulp.
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Wembly's smile turns a bit flat at the mention of ghosts.
I am not a fan of ghosts. I thought they would be interesting to meet one when I was younger, but the ones I have met have ranged from being rather boring to outright angry...not friendly at all.
I am willing to reserve judgement, but so far I have not been impressed, right Whiskers?
He feeds the green cat a treat and scratches its chin.
I am not sure I would be much good with a wand like that, but I am willing to give it a try if nobody else can use it. It sounds neat.
I find that I can usually get wands to work with a little tinkering. Some better than others, I'll admit.
Calisro barges into the office, "Ah, strategizing, I like it" She stops to listen the sounds of the sea. “Hear that, my friends?
The winds here howl like no others on Golarion. It’s a sound that haunts my dreams. We’ve arrived.” Calisro Benarry, Pathfinder venture-captain and master of the Grinning Pixie, smiles grimly and gestures for everyone present to take a seat at her captain’s table. As the Grinning Pixie lurches back and forth amid the storm-tossed waves, Captain Benarry happily produces a silver chalice, pours herself a drink from a clay jug of Sargavan spiced rum, and passes the jug around the table. Benarry’s smile fades as she looks through a nearby porthole. The skies beyond the aperture are a roiling black and gray, scarred by frequent streaks of lightning that spread across the sky like the web of some massive demonic spider.
Benarry takes a long swallow of rum and clears her throat. “Well, most of you probably know where we are and why we’re here, but for the uninitiated, let me be the first to welcome you to the Gloomspires.
We’re in the middle of nowhere—half-way between Tempest Cay and the southern tip of Mediogalti Island. We’re also practically hugging the Eye of Abendego, which is why the weather’s so inviting.”
The captain pauses to drain the rest of her chalice. She then peers inside the empty cup and her face twists into a disappointed frown. A moment later, after a particularly bright flash of lightning illuminates the cabin, she recovers her focus. “Right, then, the Gloomspires. I’ve spent half my life studying these mystical stone spires and in recent years I’ve sponsored several Pathfinder expeditions to unravel the secrets of the most ill-famed of the lot: the spire containing Old Sevenfingers’s tomb. We’ve been successful for the most part—though the tomb has claimed more than a few Pathfinders. To date, we’ve explored and mapped the upper two levels of the tomb and we’ve uncovered an impressive array of treasures and secrets. Secrets belonging not only to Old Sevenfingers but also to the enigmatic race that raised the spires when the world was young.”
“So, now we’re back. This time our focus is the third level of the tomb, a place known as Hrethnar’s Throne. Hrethnar Olvaradsson was a pirate from the Land of the Linnorm Kings who made a name for himself three centuries ago raiding ships and settlements along Broken Bay and the Ironbound Islands. He eventually made his way south to the Shackles and fell in with Sempet Sevenfingers. He served as Old Sevenfingers’s first mate and chief advisor for many years until the two had a violent falling-out. Legend has it that Hrethnar grew greedy and hungry for power and tried to lead a mutiny against his master—a mutiny that failed miserably. In retaliation, Sevenfingers had Hrethnar entombed alive on a special dungeon level he mockingly named Hrethnar’s Throne.”
“Our mission is to explore and map the third level of the tomb and pull as many secrets and as much loot from the place as we can. I’m particularly interested to know about Hrethnar’s fate.”
Benarry then settles back into her seat. “Okay, then. That’s the shape of things. Does anyone have any ––.”
A loud crash fills the cabin as the Grinning Pixie’s starboard hull suddenly explodes inward, filling the cabin with wooden shrapnel. A massive ballista bolt lodged in the Grinning Pixie’s hull has split the heavy oak captain’s table in half.
“We’re under attack!” cries Benarry as she rushes for the door. “Prepare to repel boarders!”
The group exits the captians cabin, a scene of destruction all around. Benarry yells, we will cover the front of the ship, you repel the rear.
A hobgoblin can be seen on the other ship, when he sees the group emerge, he raises an arm in the air, Charge!!!!
Three of the bucaneers swing across the gap and confront the pathinders.
The pirate in black swings across and cuts ariana.
Pink Stumbles and misses Seltyeil.
Green lands a strike against Gronk
Yellow unleashes a bolt towards Ariana but glances off her armor.
The other two buccaneers miss.
initiative(bold may act)
Seltyiel, Orophin, Ariana(4 damage]
GM
Gronk(2 damage), Wembly
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Gronk smiles as the pirate lands a blow..
"You picked the wrong guy pirate trash! Now face the pain!"
The half-orc's muscles bulge as he goes into a bloodrage. His bluish scaly skin becomes much more prominent as he grows large claws and maw bulges with fangs.. He attempts to dismember the pirate..
Rage, Power Attack..
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Stepping out of a strange portal only to hear the sounds of battle not far off, Saint Germaine thinks, "I guess I am much more close than I had believed" as he rushes in to see what is going on. With a quick glance around, he sees that the brief descriptions of the individuals he was sent to find seem to match this lot.
With no time for introductions, he hopes that a quick display of his Shining Wayfinder to introduce himself to the other Pathfinders on short notice, Saint Germaine nods his head and surveys the battle field.
The man, not entirely human stands tall, the iconic image of a shining knight. He wears silvery plate male, that upon closer inspection is made from the hide of an ancient silver dragon, a gift, surely, rather than taken from the corpse of such a majestic champion of the light. He wears a large sword strapped across his back, and even sheathed, it is easy to see how much care has been put into maintaining the weapon. A soft green light barely escapes it's cover.
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"Gloomspires you say? Sounds wonderful. Do not trouble yourself captain, we will map your throne room, I just hope there is enough booty to make it worth my...er...our while."
Seltyiel's hand flashes to the hilt of his scimitar as the boat is struck. He leaps into action to defend the ship!
As the attacking pirates assault the crew, Seltyiel channels his innate arcane power into his drawn blade. The weapon begins to crackle and spark with electric magical energy. The magus swings the enhanced blade at the pirate before him.
Seltyiels strike misses by an inch, while Ariana's connects. The man stumbles back, but is still on his feet.
The hobgoblin pulls out a flask and drinks it down. His movements seem to quicken.
Out of the middle of the Grinning Pixie comes a slithering shifting form of eels. It gives a loud shriek as it burst out of the hatches.
Knowledge Arcana to ID
Gronk rips apart the pirate in front of him.
Initiative(Bold May Act)
Wembly and Saint Germaine
GM
Seltyiel, Orophin, Ariana(4 damage]
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Gronk(2 damage)
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Wembly takes one look at the blob of eels and gasps.
WHAT is that...thing?
He wishes Whiskers was near to carry him to safety. Instead he settles for the next best thing and summons a large celestial lion to deal with this monster.
Leo! Strike now!
He points and the large cat pounces towards the eels.
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The Saint misses with it strike.
The celestial lion on the other hand pounces on the creature with out hesitation. But it does not seem to get a good grab on the undulating mass.
Purple and black continue their assaults on the front liners. Each landing a strike against them.
The pirates on the other ship take time to reload their heavy crossbows.
The Alchemist chucks two bombs over to the pathfinders ship with extraordinary speed. One explodes on against Ariana the other breaks on Gronk.
Initiative(bold may act)
Seltyiel(4 damage), Orophin and Ariana(21 damage)
GM
Gronk(21 damage),Wembly, Cat and Saint Germaine
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The Galvo bites and slams into the Celestial Lion, sending it back to its plane. It then lashes back around on Saint Germain, but it misses, its tentacle like arm going over head.
Initiative(Bold May Act)
Gronk(21 damage),Wembly and Saint Germaine
Buccaneers and Hobgoblin
Seltyiel(16 damage), Orophin and Ariana(21 damage)
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Grabbing his sword tightly and raising it high as he steps into the Diving Griffon stance he swings at the eel creature.
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Saint Germaine swing his bastard sword and lops off a section of the Galvo. But the follow up swings misses.
nitiative(Bold May Act)
Gronk(21 damage),Wembly
Buccaneers and Hobgoblin
Seltyiel(16 damage), Orophin and Ariana(21 damage)
GM
Saint Germaine