Female Human Empiricist Investigator / Swashbuckler (Inspired Blade) 2/1 | HP 28/28 | AC 18 (22), T 14, FF 14 CMD 17 | Fort +3, Ref +10, Will +2 | Init +4 | Perc +9(10) | Sense Motive +10 | Panache 3/4 | Inspiration 2/4
Maybe, I've dealt with that before, but what kind of wizard was Fimbrik supposed to be? Ella knocks loose any shards of glass that looks like they'd impede entrance and hops into the room.
Master Fimbrik? Master Fimbrik? Ella puts a hand on his shoulder to try to get him away from his books.
Gillii follows Ella into the room, carefully avoiding the edges of the glass... "He might be deaf indeed... or maybe not even real?"does Ella's hand land on a solid shoulder or go right through?
Lunevi continues to concentrate, wondering if the whole room - person, books, and all - was an illusion. "There's an aura of illusion magic here," she informed her companions.
Female Human Empiricist Investigator / Swashbuckler (Inspired Blade) 2/1 | HP 28/28 | AC 18 (22), T 14, FF 14 CMD 17 | Fort +3, Ref +10, Will +2 | Init +4 | Perc +9(10) | Sense Motive +10 | Panache 3/4 | Inspiration 2/4
Well, this doesn't seem to be hurting us, so let's take a look around. Ella shakes off the weirdness, a little powder drifting to her shoulders, and begins to search the room.
Totally missed that you left area D4, which is where everyone was climbing in through the broken window. I thought the spirit sight from earlier was from outside when you saw nothing.
D1
A large sofa sits awkwardly near the entrance, facing toward the center of the room. Sets of chairs and tables are arranged throughout, and statues of grandiose gnomes occupy the corners of the room. A set of stairs at the northern edge of the chamber leads to an unused basement filled with stacked newspapers. A second set of stairs leads up to an unfinished second floor.
D2
This chamber contains enough chairs, pillows, and desks to accommodate at least six visitors. Another illusion (based on your spirt sight) of the gnome sits at a desk reading a newspaper. He tips his hat to you as you enter, before turning back to his paper.
The top of the stairs is stacked with a ceiling high pile of old newspapers. The stack is spilling down the stairs, making going up a chore, and reaching the top impossible.
"This is... disconcerting." Lunevi remarked. "It is strange. A bit uncomfortable." With a shrug, she adds, "If we cannot find him here, perhaps we can find some clues as to where we can?"
An examination of the table in the southwest corner reveals a neatly penned letter. Underneath the letter is a hastily scrawled note in similar handwriting, which contains the name: Doulgonlir Caskmail.
Created in 4330 ar, the Wall of Names resides on the grounds of the Grand Lodge in Absalom. The monument is a curving wall of black glass that stands atop a small hill at the western edge of the lodge’s grounds. Trees surround the hill, providing ample shade and privacy for those visiting the wall to remember 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 how she died.
"So... screaming fear, rot, and rations and wastefulness?" Lunevi pondered. "Weird set of things to have stand out. Perhaps they were dealing with the undead or something else equally foul?"
She paused. "Anyone else think it's interesting to note that they supposedly died in consecutive years?"
These epitaphs have little to make them stand out from thousands of other names on the wall. Had you not been specifically looking for them, it's unlikely you'd have ever noticed them.
In the distance, you hear a familiar sounding gnomish voice as he laughs at a joke about whether he's related to Fimbrik or if gnomes are all on good terms to get him in. Sounds like they may have visited the wall just ahead of you and are leaving the grand lodge.
"I agree," Lunevi agreed flatly. The undine looked towards the source of the voice.
She surged forward, settling herself in the gnome's way. "Excuse me, sir, would you mind... answering a few questions? We're looking for someone and thought you might be able to help us." She gestured towards her party members.
Diplomacy:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20 Sense Motive:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Before you get to the gnome, as soon as you can see him, you recognize the group that was talking to the bartender (rather rudely) at the Wounded Wisp, and are quickly able to determine they are very likely looking for the same clues you are. Are they racing? Do they know you are looking for the same thing? It sounds like they have already been to the wall, and may be heading to locate Fimbrik next, prompting the jokes about the gnome in the group.
Well, darn, that does derail me a bit, doesn't it?"
Lunevi looked to the others and asked, "What do you think? Should we try to follow them? Or maybe spy on them? Or we could just ask 'em outright what they know?"
After a successful shortcut through some alleys and a park, you reach the cemetery indicated in Selmius Foster's details from the Wounded Wisp documents. The plot of land is in Eastgate, and based on the markings on the gates, it is operated by the church of Asmodeus. The necropolis grounds are surrounded by a high fence, and seems
to be patrolled as you see a member of the city guard leave the gates not long before your approach. The gate is wide open, allowing not only the patrols, but allowing people to come pay respects. A single priest looks to be patrolling the grounds inside the gate.
The priest approaches when you enter, stepping uncomfortably close to Ella, evidently having no respect whatsoever for personal space. A symbol of Asmodeus hangs prominently from his neck, and one of his front teeth looks to be made of gold. "Who ye' be tarriancing milady? Some loved one or relative I kin disclose?"
linguistics or local dc 10:
He's obviously from the streets, and his linguistics skills seem to include a mix of slang, words used wrong, or words made up altogether
"Actually the lady and I and the rest of our companions are here to have a dalliance on your fine grounds. As far as WHO we are here to visit, I can tell you it is her auntie, Nunya." Gillii walks past the fellow, hoping to distract him long enough to allow Ella to move around him unimpeded.
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