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- Kranzer - 4 damage
- Huratas - 5 damage
Kranzer deftly reaches around the corner and slices off a scaled arm, ending the threat with a bloody splash on Jakwin's clothing. After a minute and some gulps of water, everybody gets the foul stench out of the mouths and stops retching.
After the combat subsides, Heryn peeks into the room, ”Is it safe now? Are you sure? Did you check all of those tunnels?”
And once she has been reassured, the bartender’s curiosity gets the best of her, ”This is amazing! I never knew there were secret passages beneath the Wisp. I wonder who built them, and what they were hiding.
"What do those papers talk about?”
The files on the desk chronicle the personal exploits of Selmius Foster, a famous Pathfinder whose name you all recognize from your training. Most of his more infamous adventures are referenced here, but it is obvious there’s also another investigation that he had been pursuing before he died: the lost records of a Pathfinder named Eylysia.
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Nodding, as she wipes her mouth, Tishka agrees. "Surely he did this on purpose. I betcha right. He's waiting there with a big ole smile on his face. Though, it would be interesting to see what this stonemason took to his grave... Though I suppose we'll wind up checking out each lead."
Turning to the doorway, she adds "Yes, barkeep. It's all clear now. Perhaps you needed some extra storage?"
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"Look'a that, eh? Actin' on instinct like my arms just knew what ta do!"
He peels troglodyte out of his beard and uses some of his soap and the water from his waterskin to wash his hands and beard before continuing.
"Yeah, ol' Dreng probably got a kick outta sending us down here. If his intention was fer us ta find it, makes sense to check out the leads first, eh? Explore is first fer a reason in the motto! I say we check on the stonemason just to see if there's somethin' to all this. Then we can go back to Dreng if we want. But I said my piece. Up to the group now!"
He goes back to washing his beard.
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You easily find the Asmodean graveyard in Eastgate, but the custodian doesn't seem inclined to let you in. He is a rough looking man, with several tattoos visible and his shoulders scrunched forward aggressively.
"What kinda flowers be you lot? This here is sacred ground, and I ain't lettin' no frooters in!"
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"Hey now we're no frooters, eh!" Kranzer turns to the others. "What's a frooter? Doesn't matter, we're not that, unless it's something good, then we are, but it didn't sound like it, so we're not. Right?"
Kranzer, confused and agitated, decides to stay quiet for a time.
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"We sincerely apologize for visiting at such an hour as this. We wont dally and we promise to grant these poor souls their do respect. As you have your duties, ours have lead us here. I'm sure you understand my good sir." pleads the gnome, hoping to garner sympathy from the man.
'Who can resist a short woman in need, eh?'
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"Normally, respect comes with a donation to help maintain the grounds, but you lot don't seem like no daisies. Maybe you're sun pitchers."
The cleric lets you onto the grounds, but follows you around. "Now don't go touching anything. You're still frooters."
After a short search, you find the mausoleum with Arkath's tomb, but his sarcophagus is sealed and the cleric is watching you.
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Jak watches the man for a few moments, then—realizing he's not going to give them any privacy—he begins searching the room. Nothing thorough, just a cursory glance to see if any clues present themselves. Then, he calls upon his innate gifts, whispering words of power as he begins scanning the room for magic auras.
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"We think Arkath is connected to a Pathfinder agent that was hiding information instead of reporting it as was her sword duty. A clue has led us here and I suspect what we seek is in his sarcophagus. We don't wish to disturb his body but if his belongings can help us find the truth we would at least like to look at them."
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Kranzer says, "Well I'm sure we can come to some kind of agreement, eh? Somethin' that benefits both of us? Maybe we tell our higher-ups what a big help you was in our mission an' they tell their friends, and suddenly your church transfers you outta here, somewhere more befitting someone of yer stature and cunning. That is if you jus' let us have a little peak inside this here sarcophagus. What'dya think?"
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The cleric begins to draw his heavy mace when Jakwin starts casting a spell, but lets it slip back down once he recognizes the divination. "Expecting something magical are you, you grobbers? Well, we'll be having none of that."
He rests one hand on his mace, and holds his holy symbol in the other. "You best be leaving now," he says, and pauses for a few seconds then looks at Kranzer, "Unless of course you have actual business to transact with the Church of Asmodeus. You know, the Church of Asmodeus could really use a new healer's kit or some antitoxin."
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"Sounds like you got yourself an Asmodean offering," Jak responds absently. He fishes around in his coin purse for his 9 gold. Instead of immediately giving it to the man, he holds the gold up in front of him, "This contribution is in exchange for us conducting our business unmolested, yes?" He hikes a thumb at the magic-emanating sarcophagus, "There is a key in that thing that we need to get out. The man's body will be left as unmolested as we can manage."
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"Aye I'll give my share. Here ya go!"
Kranzer will hand the cleric his portion.
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The Asmodean pockets your gold, then leans back against the neighboring mausoleum and begins cleaning his nails with a dagger. "Well, be quick about it. I have more important things to do today than wait for a bunch of flowers to bloom."
The interior of Arkath’s sarcophagus is empty and bare, save for the stonemason’s skeleton. Inside his mouth, you find a small silver coin that looks quite ancient.
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Eyeing the coin, Tishka whispers "That's pretty...what is it?"
Realizing her companion is busy inspecting the trinket, she meanders over to the cleric. Standing opposite him as the others figure out what this item means, she begins asking him about his faith. "I'm not schooled well in religion." she admits. "However, I've seen through others how it can benefit a person. How has it helped you?"
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Jakwin looks at the coin a few seconds before concluding that he has no clue what it is, while Tishka chats up the cleric.
"Power." The cleric says, as he steps into Tishka's personal space and looks down at her. "It's brought me power over those beneath me. For instance, I could grunch a bright green flower beneath my dirty brown boot, and who would say anything? This here is Asmodean soil, and all the flowers growing in it belong to him."
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Jak pockets the coin and turns on the man, his smile gone. ”Someone might say something.” The young Taldan rests a hand on the handle of the morningstar strapped to his thigh. He gives an emphatic look down at Tishka, ”Might be that someone has a certain growing fondness for certain bright green flowers. Plus,” he says, his tone hardening, ”some old boots aren’t worth keeping around. Ya know, if you can’t pound enough dirt out of them.” He steps closer to the man, doing his best to loom, ”Take care, ya old boot. We got some place to be.”
Unless the man starts something, Jak jostles past him, heading out of the cemetery.
Jak takes the coin once again from his pocket, trying to cool his temper by considering the problem at hand. ”Sounds like a plan, guys. And if no one there knows, we can take it back to Janira. She’s a smart girl.”
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Created in 4330 AR, the Wall of Names is a curving wall of black glass that stands atop a small hill at the western edge of the Grand Lodge. Trees surround the hill, providing ample shade and privacy for those remembering fallen comrades.
Carved into the wall are the name and date of death of every Pathfinder killed in the course of duty since the wall's construction, and most entries also include a sentence or two summarizing either the agent's greatest accomplishments or the cause of her death.
Adolphus' information leads you to the beginning of the wall.
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As they turn to leave, she offers the cleric, "Ya know...there's more to life than power. Take care!"
Examining the wall, Tishka shakes her head. "It's too bad so many have had to fall. Nice the society recognizes them though. Any of you have relatives we could pay our respects to here?"
Walking up and down the length, she ensures none of her kin are listed before returning to the specified names. "So...what's so special about these three?"
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Kranzer steps up to the wall and says, "Hey, look'a this. All the underlined names are aspirants! Right? That's a clue, eh?"
Talking with Janira, Kranzer says, "Aye lass. We got ourselves a right good yarn to put in the Chronicles after this adventure, I bet! Speaking of which, we need a favor. Found this coin. Ya know what it is?"
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With an enthusiastic smile, Tishka acknowledges the familiar Halfling. "Aye we are, but we're just passing through my friend. As my dwarven companion stated, we've an item for you to check out. We're at a loss, but perhaps you can figure it out."
Looking around the bustling tavern, her grin broadening 'I'm really gonna like working with these people. It's never dull, that's for sure!'
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"Hmm, I've never seen one of these before. It's magical though, so perhaps . . ." Janira pulls out a scroll and concentrates on the coin while reading the magical writing. "Aha! It's activated by a wayfinder!"
Janira places the coin above her own wayfinder, and suddenly you hear a disembodied voice saying, ”The path and chamber are complete, hidden behind the nameplate of the requested aspirant and guarded by the word you requested. Fimbrik will add more.”
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"Yeah I agree with that. Hopefully this Fimbrik can shed some light on our situation. Sounds like those three names may lead us to another clue...we'll have to remember to ask this 'friend' when we see him." she suggests to the others.
Thanking Janira for her time, the woman heads back out into the street.
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"No, Kranzer, I don't think I've heard of this Fimbrik. It sounds like you know where to find him, though. Have fun! And good luck!" Janira gives everyone a quick hug, then gives a huge wave with her entire arm.
Once on the Arcanamirium grounds, you have no trouble finding Fimbrik’s address. His house is rather large, with numerous newspapers piled around the door and crammed into a thin slot at its base. Each rounded corner of the building has a large window, but the front door is the only entrance.