Hell's Rebels Adventure Path (Inactive)

Game Master TreasureFox

Sense Motive, my one social skill!: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Tarnagius nods at Jules' assessment, and then gets defensive when Pylos continues to be lighthearted.

I've played Egorian politics before, fiend. You need to be more convincing than that to trick someone who's worked with actual Devils. And again, Pylos, I'm not a bad man, I just seem to be the only one acting sane in the face of the fact that we decided to declare war on hell's earthly slaves last night.

Pylos sighed at Tarnagius's rampant paranoia. "Yes, I know that you are not really a bad man, Tarny, but neither are all tieflings," he said calmly as he helped said woman up. "Not all follow in the steps of their forebears. Why, I remember this one tiefling lass..." And he rambles on about a tiefling lass he had an intimate encounter with years ago. He spared no gritty details.

If a tiefling blushed, would anyone be able to tell?

"Um, Mr.Tarnagius I'm not an assassin. I'm just trying to help. Ask Laria, I've worked with her for awhile now."

Jules placed his face in his palm as Pylos ran thought the details of his conquest. I'm still not certain if these two are insane or just really good at cover ups.

"Well, seeing how we aren't about to be stabbed by foe, or friend for that matter, I will seek out Laria. If you'll excuse me."

He turned and returned to his bed getting dressed before seeting out to look for Laria.

Jules finds Laria in the pantry leading up the stairs to the Coffeehouse proper. "Goodmorning Mr.Corvid. How was your night? I've got breakfast ready for everyone when they're ready."

"Good morning Ms. Laria. I slept well but was awakened by the nobles screaming and fussing about the healer you brought in to help us." he yawned, "Mr. Vashnarstill gave quite a show and Mr. Thrune continued with several raunchy stories. If she is your friend, I would recommend a rescue."

He gave her a sly smirk.

Laria slaps a hand to her forehead in disbelief. Sigh
"Just our luck. Leave it to the aristocrats to make a perfectly good situation unbearably terrible. I'll handle it..."

She rolls up her sleeves and marches into the storage room where the group has amassed.

I'll give some time for Tarnagius, Pylos and anyone else to speak before she starts hauling people over her head.

Jules quietly poured a cup of coffee and sat down at the table and waited for the show to start.

Tarnagius is shouting now.

I realize that, Pylos, but there's no way to know if someone is or isn't going against their nature until they act! Until I hear a recommendation from someone we already trust how can I or anyone else sane not question the motives of complete strangers?

Tarnagius then walks back up to the coffee shop. As he walks by Laria he says, not looking at her.

I need some air. If you have any other friends, let someone know before they show up.

Kethaera rolled her eyes at Pylos's stories. She had a few of her own but knew better than to tell them though.

Smiling a bit before giggling she said to Nisha, "Don't worry about these two. Tarnagius is simply overprotective and Pylos is simply well charming. And a follower of the Drunken Hero to boot. So don't worry about them."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18 Trying to calm nisha down some more.

"D'you know about Rexus? He's upstairs! Don't forget not to attack my helpers, oh! And the customers!" Replies Laria sarcastically.

Nisha feels better once Tarnagius storms off. "The Drunken Hero? Well... that explains a few things. Sorry. I'm sure Tarnagius is just doing his job, it's just... you know. Anyways, I've got some potions prepared for you. Sorry for only making these, but it's the most I can do right now. I'm short on coin, you see."

Nisha has 3 potions of CLW ready for you to take on your adventures. These are infused extracts, meaning that they will become useless after 24 hours. The coin she's talking about are for brewing full-fleged potions, and she has several types that she can make. Offering her resources such as coin, scrolls, formula books, spellbooks, and other things will help her prepare a wider variety of potions. As you can tell from her personality, she is completely inept in combat, so you won't be able to take her with you on adventures. I've already added her to the rebellion sheet as an ally, and she'll have her own benefits as the rebellion progresses.

Pylos shook his head as Tarnagius stormed off. "He acts like he's the one that grew up in the castle," he muttered to himself before looking at those that remained. "Anyway, it is an absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance, Madam Nisha, you may call me Pylos. And perhaps later on, you can call me various other things." The last is said with a saucy wink. "You have our gratitude for these potions, I'm sure that they will come in handy. Tell me, what other tonics are you able to make?"

"Thank you. We will greatly appreciate these potions Nisha. And again don't worry about Tarnagius. He's just overprotective."

Kethaera smiled and added, "If we come across anything that you could use we will be glad to give them to you."

Nisha laughs nervously and shies away from Pylos' upfront advances. "Uhm, I can make potions that help you disguise yourself, lift really heavy objects, cast spells without being threatened, make your movements blurry, and help you craft things more efficiently. Oh and healing, of course. Thanks! I can also make clothes and alchemical items."

"Clothes?"

Kethaera asked, curious.

"Yeah! I can make disguises, mend clothing, tailor it to fit different people, dye it, all sorts of things."

"Oh I see. That should come in handy,".

Nodding her head and smiling she took the potions from Nisha to hand out to the others.

Excusing herself she headed up to the Coffeehouse, although she did ask Laria about Hellknights, Thrune agents, or Asmodean priests coming into the Coffeehouse.

"Well aren't you just full of talent," Pylos said with a smile. "I have a feeling that we'll be using your services plenty in the coming days."

So a Hellknight, a Thrune, and an Asmodean priest all walk into a bar...

Laria's answers:

"Well, nothing for the hellknights who belong to the Order of the Rack, thank the gods. The Hellknights that belongs to the Order of the Torrent frequented here every now and then. Good sorts of people, for the most part. I've had the odd Asmodean priest come in here, but it's pretty unusual. The people I'd be most worried about are hidden Citizen's Group thugs. Unless they're on patrol, they could be anyone."

"Oh! I have something for you before you leave. Everything in these crates are your's now. I don't need them until I can set the network up, and I'd rather use them to help you instead."

"Most excellent! Now I can use this to retrive my things and set back up down here!" He said excitedly, "That is if we have the time for me to run to my home."

Jules began digging through the crate for a set of clothes small enough for him.

"I see. I never encountered the Order of the Torrent Hellknights. And I think we ran into the Citizen's Group at the protest. And what about the Dottari?"

She's a bit concerned but she trusts Laria.

"My home is most likely safe since our servants and guards are quite trustworthy and loyal too. Come to think of it I might be able to get some scrolls from my mother's library to help us."

Kethaera, I need to reign you back in. Your mother is not an all-powerful wizard. Nor as rich as a king.

Jules, what are you missing from your home?

Laria shakes her head. "Nothing much from the Dottari. We're on the other side of Kintargo compared to their headquarters, so it's pretty rare. The order of the torrent was a small hellknight order. I'm not sure exactly what they did... search and rescue I think? Anyways, they seemed alright."

Sorry about that. Old habit from storytelling based rping. I did that a lot before I started pathfiner. So trying to keep the two apart isn't quite easy believe me!

But I edited it so hopefully it's reasonable now.

Seeing as I was just attending a protest I don't think I would've had my Rogue's kit or Disguise kit on me. So those would be at home. Also I can't carry all of it at the same time lol so it has to go somewhere.

Now that Jules mentioned that I don't think I had what was stored in my backpack as well. She has her musical instrument, but that's about it. Well and her armor, clothes she's wearing, and sword. Kethaera can easily carry her stuff but she didn't think she would need them at the protest so she left them at home. Plus her journal is at her house.

Kethaera is a bit surprised. "Search and rescue? A bit strange for a Hellknight order. Wonder if they are allied with Barzillai."

For the purposes of keeping the story streamlined, let's poof all your possessions into the hideout. POOF!!

"I highly doubt that, he's already banned them from Kintargo. He replaced them with the order of the Rack. Significantly different hellknights. I'm sure you can imagine what the order of the rack does."

Jules noticed a crate with his name crudely written on it. He opened it to find the possessions he requested brought from his residence. He nodded thanks to the ratfolk for risking themselves during the night.

"So now that I have my things I can properly disguise us to get to the livery if we wish." he turned back to the party holding a heavier looking case. "Does that sound acceptable?"

Works for me

Kethaera also noted a vox with her name on it and upon opening it and discovered her belongings. She made a mental note to thank all of ratfolk personally for retrieving her equipment.

"That should be quite good Jules. Do you already have an idea on how to disguise us?"

The halfling smiled again. "Several in fact!. If someone would retrieve those in the coffeehouse, we can begin!"

He began with himself. He applied prosthetics to his ears to round them out and makeup to look a bit more childlike, he grabbed some basic child's clothing and threw it on. Taking 20 on Disguise: Human Child = 31

He turned to Kethaera, "You see mother. We are just out for a nice stroll with papa." He began applying makeup yo her to age her slightly. Prostechics to round her ears out as well and helped her bundle her hair up in a more matronly look. He then dug out some basic clothes for her.Taking 20 on Disguise: Human Woman = 29

He looked to Pylos, "Papa, has very little time for these walks you see." He began applying makeup to Pylos to age him somewhat, "As he is far too concern with his accounting business and works many long hours at his desk." He said as he pulled out some nicer clothing for him. Taking 20 on Disguise: Human Middle Aged Man = 29

"Now the others would benefit by going as a separate group. Too large a group is too suspicious." He said turning to Tarnagius and Phillip. "Would you like a story too or does generic people work for you? Can you think on your feet?"

The holy symbol of Shelyn did catch her eye.

"Well I'm an actress so it shouldn't be that hard for me to play the part of a middle aged woman. I did star as an Ancient Osiriani princess once. And a dryad a couple of times. Even played an angel in a winter festival. Quit a few plays after I found out they were death plays."

Kethaera explained what death plays were to the others.

"Some crazy director wanted to do that cursed play the Six Trials of Lazarod, but I chose not to take part in it, and I convinced other actors and actresses to not perform in it as well after I heard that there was incident in the capital involving the play."

Death plays are similar to regular plays except for one important difference: sometimes actors actually die. As in die for real. Hence the name. These sort of plays are popular with members of the Chelish nobility. The most popular one is Six Trials of Lazarod. Kethaera doesn't know exactly what happened in the capital but she knows something bad happened to two of the actors. Tarnagius and Pylos would both know more about it than she does. Apologies y'all for tossing this in.

Jules laughed, "Ms. Nightbreeze I am hardly ageing you to middle age but I do thank you for faith in my abilities."

He was oddly quiet and distant during the death play descriptions.

"Hmm it's past time" said Rexus. "Whatsay you we go see what they're up to, shall we Phillip?"

During the time that Jules spends making everyone pretty (or unpretty, as the case maybe), Rexus and Phillip enter the Wasp Nest.

" Laria you mentioned that they banned the Order of the Torrent. I've never heard of a Hellknight order being banned before. Strange that even a Thrune would do it. Or are the Hellknights and House Thrune at odds with one another as some rumors suggest?"

Laughing a bit at Jules, she smiles a bit. During her explanation of the death plays she noticed that the halfling was very quiet.

Clearing her throat she said, "So I was wondering Jules where did you learn this? Disguising people that is."

Tarnagius wanders back to the group, quiet and still clearly tense.

Let's go. The potions and disguises are appreciated. If we are expecting combat, I'll be needing a new sword, unless someone can fix this one.

He holds up the sword that was broken falling down the manhole.

Jules didn't look to her as he worked on one of the others. "Ms. Nightbreeze, I used to be a slave. I have learned many skills to keep it that way. Sometimes the best thing to be is anything but yourself."

Phillip nods to Rexus and heads down with hi, his eyes scanning the area and the ..colorfully dressed people down there who are admiring their new outfits as a halfling runs around making adjustments.

Tarnagius gestures to Phillip and Rexus.

Who's your friend, Rexus?

Pylos admired his transformation with a smile. "Truely you have great skill, Master Corvid," he said in appreciation. Looking over at the transformed Kethaera, he added, "And you look as ravishing as the day we married, my love. Why, I feel up to a second honeymoon!" As Tarnagius and the others came down, he put on an old Smile and said, "Why if it isn't Tarnswald, my faithful but dour manservant! You never said that you had family arriving!"

As Rexus and Phillip examine the party and their disguises, Rexus says "Ah so you're all working on disguises are you? That would explain it. Allow me to introduce a contact of mine, Mr. Phillip Gastone. Hailing from the Brotherhood of Oak, Mr. Gastone is a specialized combatant against the Hellknight orders."

"Specialized combatant against Hellknights? The only groups I know that have such people are the Golden Eagles of Andoran. So I'm guessing that you're from Andoran then huh? Well that should work. And a pleasure to meet you Phillip. And Pylos, if we are married then I'm the one wearing the pants in the family."

She laughed at that last part.

Aye I'm from Andorian. Phillip nods to the others. Been here in Kintaro a while and was introduced to Rexus through an aquaintance. I heard about the big riot up top and Rexus said somethin about you folks bein caught up in it. If we can help stop the mayor's insane proclomations, then I am more than willing to help.

Jules rolled his eyes at the two of them. "Mummy, daddy, please don't fight."

He looked back to the others as they entered. "Again, Ms.Nightbreeze, Simple is best. All that is needed to fool the Dottari is to look not like us. We do not need to make a grand show of things. In fact the opposite. If everything goes well we shouldn't have to say a thing. That is the key to a good disguise in this case, to not draw attention at all."

Jules will make changes to Tarnagius and Phillip if/when allowed. changing by an age category and minor features. Taking 20 puts them at a 27. Due to minor math mix up, Kethaera and Pylor should also be a 27.

That's fine since Kethaera is 25 in half-elven years. ;P Anyhow, good advice Jules!

Nodding her head, she replied to Phillip, "That's true. I'm afraid that I caught the mayor's attention when I began to influence the rally. A lot of people were inspired by me. Maybe I should have gotten into politics!"

She laughed a bit at Jules's wit.

"Good advice Jules. Hopefully we can avoid detention long for us to get to the Livery."

Pylos smiled at Corvid and knelt down in front of him. "Don't you worry about a thing, Eros, mommy and daddy were just playing around," he said, ruffling the halfling's hair playfully. Standing back up, he nodded at the newcomer with respect. "Any help against my cousin would be appreciated." A strange look crossed his face as he realized what he just revealed to Phillip. "So, uh, how are you finding the city?"

Just give Phillip some dashing swooped back hair.

Phillip nods and doesn't seem phased by Pylo's reveal. Well aside from a major arse of a mayor, the hellknights and those 'civic-minded' people who like cracking skulls at the mayor's command, it isn't all that bad.

"Ah I see. Well it wasn't always this bad actually. I remember our previous mayor was actually more liberal minded and the city was a thriving center for the arts. Now..,well it isn't anymore. So hopefully we can put a stop to whatever he's planning. By the way, I'm a follower of Shelyn. We used to have such lovely rituals and performances but the devil worshipping church has been disrupting them! So hopefully we can put a stop to that as well."

Egorian tends to have that effect on people.

Tarnagius says dryly as Jules makes him appear slightly older. Say mid-forties? That puts him at middle-aged.

Consorting with hell and all that tends to distort your views on everything that's not itself of hell. Nothing is as efficient as you need it. People don't properly respect procedure the way they ought to. Authority is not properly recognized by anyone that's not part of the infernal machine. Before you realize it you're a part of it and you think the only insane thing is that it took you so long to join. Art is a waste of time if it's not spreading the news and glory that is Egorian's way of thinking. Music only serves to make the beats to which the armies march. Theater only serves the glory of the throne. I was branded and tattooed like a damn steer because that was how I could enter the machine and serve my family properly.

Kethaera's eyes went wide as she listened to Tarnagius speak.

When he had finished, she replied, "Well...that's not good. I knew that followers of Asmodeus and the Thrune government were strict and were um hard to get along with unless you're a follower of Zon-Kuthon. I tell you those two faiths get along quite well with each other. Probably because of the friendly relations between Nidal and Cheliax. Anyhow, we best be careful what with the curfew and all. Although we should also find some way to pass on a message to the Church of Shelyn to see if we could get there help. Might be better if we ask the head cleric in person since I know him quite well. Hm...I'm not sure about the followers of Abadar. Best keep an eye on them."

She then added, "But you're right Tarnagius, I've heard some not so pleasant things about Egorian. I don't think I want to go there anytime soon or even in the future!"

Jules finished the disguises on everyone and with one last lookover, smiled and clapped his hands once. "Excellent. Shall we be going then?"