Hmm’s Race for the Runecarved Key (Tiers 10-11) (Inactive)

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#4-00: Race for the Runecarved Key

Eager to answer Sheila Heidmarch’s call for more Pathfinder agents for a special project, your group finally finds yourselves at the gate of Heidmarch Manor. It’s been a long journey, and even in cosmopolitan Magnimar, the parade of exotic Pathfinders that have gathered here has drawn more than its share of stares and pointing children as you made your way through the city

Snuggled within Magnimar’s elite Alabastar district, the sprawling manor grounds contain Varisia’s first and only official Pathfinder Lodge. From your place in the long line by the frilled metal gate, you spy the elegant main manor house, several small cottages, a topiary maze, and a well-tended pond.

At your arrival, the gate guard, a half-elf named Ebrylis, greets you. He blinks once, then twice, then he recollects himself and hurriedly studies his clipboard and presents you with additional paperwork to fill out before you go see Sheila. “Right then. You must be one of the experienced teams that we was expecting, Interesting lot... Well, we takes all kinds, so welcome. Name? Any experience or specialities we should know about?”

___

Take a moment to introduce yourselves in character, or just dot-and-delete to get this game in your campaign list.

Liberty's Edge

Male Human Cleric (Cayden Cailean) 11/ uRogue 1

A human man strides forward, a friendly smile on his face. Foamy beer overflows from the silver tankard in one hand, his other outstretched to greet Ebrylis. He wears a rapier on his hip and small pin with symbol of a gauntlet on his lapel.

"Hi there! The name's Gunner and my specialty is potent potables, though I may have a few other tricks up my sleeve. I suppose I'm along to help keep everyone else feelin' good. Kinda like my day job, now that I think about it. Anyway," he says, turning to the rest of you, "may the Hero's foam rain down upon you, and may your glasses always be full!" He drains his tankard, then with a mischievous grin he adds "I may have something to say about that last bit. Cayden provides, after all." He raises his suddenly-refilled tankard to you once again.


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“That’s a neat trick, Gunner. I could see how it could be real useful at the Gala that I hear might be coming up.”

Ebrylis looks inquiringly. “I don’t ‘spose you could do me a favor? We gots a long line here, we does, and some of thems might get to grumbling!” He thinks a moment. “If you wants to offer that to some of those others waiting in line, I’m sure they won’t mind and if you can then come back to me.” He looks longingly at his own cup. “Settling all these people in to the manor is going to be thirsty work.”

Liberty's Edge

Male Human Cleric (Cayden Cailean) 11/ uRogue 1

"Of course! Why, with a little bit o' Cayden's cheer these folks won't even notice the wait." Noting the empty glass at the half-elf's side, he adds "No need to wait for my return, though. The Drunken Hero wouldn't want me to leave you high and dry, as it were."

If Ebrylis would like, Gunner will fill his cup before departing to work the crowd with the charm of a seasoned barkeep.


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Ebrylis waggles his ears. “Alright, Gunner. You’s talked me into it!” He holds out his cup, takes the tiniest sip, raises his eyebrows appreciately, and then his eyes widen. “Wait. We’s seen you here before, we has. I remember the taste of this, and that it kicked like a donkey the next morning when I woke up!” He judiciously sets the ale to the side, like a man who has decided he’d best savor a treat slowly. “You helped us out with that business with the goblin guild! You’ll be pleased to know that we’re assigning you the very same quarters as last time.”

He looks expectantly down the line. “Who’s next, then? Speak up!”

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Female CG Human (Chelaxian) Fighter 13 | HP 161/161 | AC 27, T 15, F 24 | CMB +18 (+25 with heavy blades), CMD 34 (37 vs disarm, sunder) | F +21, R +13, W +19 (+2 vs death effects, +3 vs fear) | Init +10 | Perc +20, SM +3 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: none

“Eadie Navhelan at your service, Master.”

A knight clad in black enamelled full plate removes her great helm and *bobs* to Lady H’s factotum.

The young woman puffs out her chest. “I'm good at lifting heavy things.”

Ebrylis wrote:
“If you wants to offer that to some of those others waiting in line, I’m sure they won’t mind.”

Eadie nods in agreement - but frowns at her want of a drinking vessel.

Eventually she slaps her forehead lightly before holding out her inverted helm in both hands for the cleric to fill. “Praise the Accidental god and pour the good stuff, Brewmaster Ock.”

Clutching the beverage to her middle, with her tankard ‘facing’ the half-elf, Ebrylis may receive an unexpectedly refreshing feeling as amber fluid gushes from the helm’s eye-holes onto his trousers.

Liberty's Edge

Male Human Cleric (Cayden Cailean) 11/ uRogue 1

Knowing full well what's about to happen from years of serving thirsty, armored adventurers, Gunner fills the proffered helm, then laughs as it drains.

"Haha, well a good try, anyway! Here Eadie, I always carry a spare."

He produces another tankard, not quite as shiny (or as magical) as the one he carries, and hands it, full, to the knight.

I knew I held on to that spare tankard for a reason.

Scarab Sages

Female CG Human (Chelaxian) Fighter 13 | HP 161/161 | AC 27, T 15, F 24 | CMB +18 (+25 with heavy blades), CMD 34 (37 vs disarm, sunder) | F +21, R +13, W +19 (+2 vs death effects, +3 vs fear) | Init +10 | Perc +20, SM +3 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: none

Huh?

Eadie's gaze follows Gunner's into her open helm, as the amber tide heads rapidly south.

The warrior's head jerks up. Her cold blue eyes focussing on Erbrylis as she growls.

"DID YOU SPILL MY PINT?"

Liberty's Edge

Male Human Cleric (Cayden Cailean) 11/ uRogue 1

"Aw heck, Eadie, wasn't his fault. 'Sides, plenty more where that came from! Here, use my spare tankard and let's go meet the other folks in line, huh?"


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Ebrylis swallows, eyes wide as Eadie focuses on him. “Now, no need to go about throwing accusations, and with us being old friends and all. I remember being there after you came back from your first mission, Eadie, when you lot came back from spying on those goblins, as pleased as anything! Then that turd Anders swole hisself up and claimed you hadn’t a real mission, and you popped him a good one!”

Ebrylis smiles at the memory. Then he hastily prestidigitates away the mess from Eadie’s cloak and boots. “Now why don’t you drink Gunner’s fine ale, and let me get back to this line, right? You’ll be staying in the same cottage he is, Bakrakhan House. It is one of our choicest ones. Tidy and convenient, it is!”

Ebrylis turns back to the line while Eadie and Gunner minister to those waiting. “Next!”

Scarab Sages

Female CG Human (Chelaxian) Fighter 13 | HP 161/161 | AC 27, T 15, F 24 | CMB +18 (+25 with heavy blades), CMD 34 (37 vs disarm, sunder) | F +21, R +13, W +19 (+2 vs death effects, +3 vs fear) | Init +10 | Perc +20, SM +3 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: none

Eadie cocks her head to the side like a mastiff puppy, her expression softening at both mens’ words.

Anders … Anders … Was that the Kellid who got his wayfinder stolen by the goblin Ekkie?

Eadie received GM credit for that adventure.

Hang on! I REMEMBER HIM NOW!

“Yeah! I told him ‘Ladies don’t like havin’ their honor sullied like that!’”

Eadie smiles as she accepts Gunner’s tankard with another curtsy. “And when he suggested I wasn’t a lady, BOY did I tear him a new one!”

✊ ✊ ✊

“Wow, to think you remember after all this time, Ser Ebrylis! Please don’t let me take up any more of your valuable time.”

She takes the priest's arm. “Now who should we welcome to Heidmarch Manor next, Gunner?”

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Male N Elf Psychic 13 - Init. +4, Senses Low-Light Vision Perception +22 detect scrying, HA, AC 26/ touch 16/ ff 23 Deskari's Wing; hp 80/80 temp 14/14; F+11, R+11, W+14, Speed 35 ft., Climb 20 ft., Fly 60 ft. Carried: LogicRod, StaffMinArc, LckyHrshoe, Fr-LfClvr; Buffs: shield, fly, resist fire 30, det scry, mg armr, flse life, see invis, hghtnd awrnss, telbnd x2; Alc: antitx/plg/verm/syrup

A hooded elf wearing dark robes of Pharasmin style approaches next, both arms crossed within his sleeves. Nary a smile nor a frown adorn his expressionless visage. His dark eyes meet those of Eadie, Gunner and Ebrylis.

"Well met Pathfinder Agents. I am here to offer my assistance to Venture-Captain Heidmarch in her latest project. I uncover knowledge hidden by the roiling fog of the past and bring it back to the present. Failing that, I call upon the Boneyard to provide guidance on items unratified by destiny. For knowledge that is still fresh in mortal minds and not yet committed to the astral currents, more... direct information gathering tools are known to me. If we must enter battle, I can link our thoughts together so that we can operate in apparent silence and so that we can share any intelligence on the situation instantly, regardless of the distance that separates us. As for our opponents, I can exercise a certain amount of disruption within their own thoughts, if required."

Upon finishing his introduction, Yanndu bows slightly to team assembled so far. When his eyes, rise again to meet theirs, Eadie, Gunner and Ebrylis all hear within their minds,

***...now...would you be so kind as to inform me about your skills and specialties?...***

Yanndu stands in apparent silence, observing the long line of Pathfinders leading to this location while listening to his new teammates describe their capabilities. The fact that he turns his back to the others while they respond to his inquiry seems lost on him, as if inconsequential.

Liberty's Edge

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Male Human Cleric (Cayden Cailean) 11/ uRogue 1

Specialties? Well...drinkin', I guess. Using the...

"You know what? It's just too weird talkin' in my head. My specialty is helpin' folks. I particularly like to help folks have a good time together, as Cayden commands. If settling differences over a mug of ale isn't an option then I try to help my fellow agents stay hearty and hale, whatever challenges face us. The rapier here," he pats the weapon at his hip, "is not my preferred solution, though I have a bit of skill with it in a pinch."

"Speaking of which, you thisty?"

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Male N Elf Psychic 13 - Init. +4, Senses Low-Light Vision Perception +22 detect scrying, HA, AC 26/ touch 16/ ff 23 Deskari's Wing; hp 80/80 temp 14/14; F+11, R+11, W+14, Speed 35 ft., Climb 20 ft., Fly 60 ft. Carried: LogicRod, StaffMinArc, LckyHrshoe, Fr-LfClvr; Buffs: shield, fly, resist fire 30, det scry, mg armr, flse life, see invis, hghtnd awrnss, telbnd x2; Alc: antitx/plg/verm/syrup

***...thank you, Son of Cayden, but no...pure spring water is my drink of choice, as anything that is mind-altering could topple some of my most ancient thoughts, some of which are perhaps more fragile than a house of cards at this point...especially the memories that are greater than 111 years old...***

Inexplicably you get a very brief jump scare flash of the following man while Yanndu telepathically discuss his ancient fragile thoughts.

Scarab Sages

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Female CG Human (Chelaxian) Fighter 13 | HP 161/161 | AC 27, T 15, F 24 | CMB +18 (+25 with heavy blades), CMD 34 (37 vs disarm, sunder) | F +21, R +13, W +19 (+2 vs death effects, +3 vs fear) | Init +10 | Perc +20, SM +3 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: none

Eadie stares into the strange elf’s eyes and finds herself …

Falling … Falling …

Into the eye of a twisted moon suspended above a bleak pinnacle, upon which a torrent of ghostly figures surges UP the mountain clefts towards destiny …

As she falls into the moon’s dark orbit, a flying/floating, stripped-bare-Eadie hears a persistent voice:

Yanndu wrote:
...now... about your skills and specialties..?

DEATH … I AM DEATH!

Unbidden the words enter her mind.

The kind that you see coming … that leaves you reeling … before taking everything you are … and everything you’re going to be …

✧ ✨ ✩

Back in front of the gates of Heidmarch Manor, Eadie stumbles before jerking awkwardly to attention. Her hands fly high and low in an attempt to preserve her modesty, before realizing her naked nightmare was only that.

Yanndu wrote:
The fact that he turns his back to the others while they respond to his inquiry seems lost on him.

“Hey, Yanndu. My face is here.”

She ponders his question for half-an-eternity.

:
“Rainbows. I’m good at drawing rainbows.”

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Male N Elf Psychic 13 - Init. +4, Senses Low-Light Vision Perception +22 detect scrying, HA, AC 26/ touch 16/ ff 23 Deskari's Wing; hp 80/80 temp 14/14; F+11, R+11, W+14, Speed 35 ft., Climb 20 ft., Fly 60 ft. Carried: LogicRod, StaffMinArc, LckyHrshoe, Fr-LfClvr; Buffs: shield, fly, resist fire 30, det scry, mg armr, flse life, see invis, hghtnd awrnss, telbnd x2; Alc: antitx/plg/verm/syrup

Yanndu wheels around to stare at her, pure, unfiltered shock etched on his face. He inwardly calls upon his powers of hypercognition to identify the vision he just glimpsed in Eadie's psyche... then supercharges his physical brain to push his recalling powers to the limit.
hypercognition powered by burst of insight
Knowledge ANYTHING: 1d20 + 16 + 10 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 16 + 10 + 4 = 34

Staggering on his feet unable to move as his body still tries to catch up with his mind's sudden increase in activity, he mentally begs, nay, demands, ***...more...SHOW ME MORE!!!...***

Scarab Sages

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Female CG Human (Chelaxian) Fighter 13 | HP 161/161 | AC 27, T 15, F 24 | CMB +18 (+25 with heavy blades), CMD 34 (37 vs disarm, sunder) | F +21, R +13, W +19 (+2 vs death effects, +3 vs fear) | Init +10 | Perc +20, SM +3 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: none

Yanndu projects his astral body into a dark, dripping tunnel.

The sight-smell-taste-feel-sound-clairaudience of the scene SCREAMS sewer to the experienced Pathfinder.

By the *glow* of the wayfinder clipped to her simple belt, the Psychic sees a younger Eadie in company with a tattoo-scarred Chelaxian hulk. Though their talk is cordial, a tense sirocco of energy entwines the pair, at one moment pushing them closer and the next threatening to drive them apart.

Eadie calls the human ‘Lhug-mor’ which Yanndu immediately recognizes as the Taldane diminutive for the elven stanza Black Dragon. She fumbles one of the rolley cigarettes he offers between her fingers.

"Thanks. I normally only smoke when I'm drinking, but I'll have one with you now to be sociable."

Tap the die Bluff: 1 - 1 = 0

It's obvious to Yanndu from the way Eadie is holding the roll-up down by her side that she doesn't even realise she needs to put the cigarette in her mouth so that it can be lit.

She looks down at the item in question. How is this any kind of moral quandary? I've already taken another man's life, for Gold’s sake.

Eadie thinks back to that hot day in Qadira. The gang leader - old enough to be her father - of roughly equal skill to her own. Threatening her companions. A legitimate target and her responsibility to take down. So she had. No big deal - just doing her job. Terminating the life of a fellow human being. Someone's son with their own hopes and dreams.

Why the heck am I thinking like this now? I'm a mercenary. It's the life I'VE chosen ... This is crazy.

"You're the Dragon, right?"

Eadie looks the man straight in the eye.

"Got a light?"

✧ ✨ ✩

The image of the bareheaded knight turns suddenly to stare directly into the Psychic’s projected origin.

She frowns.

Uh, oh …

Young Eadie strides swiftly and deliberately at the Projection. Leading with her right palm, she applies a firm push to the centre of its/his chest.

I THINK YOU’VE PLAYED VOYEUR FOR LONG ENOUGH.

☀ ☀ ☀

Yanndu blinks as bright Magnimarian sunlight fills five of his senses once more.

Eadie’s expression is wry, but not unfriendly. “How about you tell Gunner and I a story now.”


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Ebryllis blinks for a moment as he witnesses the apparent staring contest between Eadhie, Gunner and the newcomer, Yanndu. A staring contest made even weirder by the fact that Yanndu had his back on the other two for the first part of it.

Why do all experienced field agents seem to go off their rockers just before earning their retirement benefits? Almost makes you not want to get promoted within the organization, it does.

Ebrylis hands Yanndu his paperwork and hastily writes in the ledger. Yanndu. Creepy Pharasmite. Then he thinks about it, and scribbles, Headcase.

He takes a deep breath and with relief turns back to the line. “Next!’

★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★

The GM claps her hands. Oooh, I can tell this group has chemistry! Awesome!

Liberty's Edge

Female LG Human (Taldan) Bard 3, Paladin (divine hunter) 5/steel falcon (andoran) 2 | HP: 63/63| AC: 23 (15 Tch, 18 Fl) | CMB: +11, CMD: 26 | F: +11, R: +15, W: +14 | Init: +8 | Perc: +17, SM: +18 | Speed 30ft | Bardic Performance: 12/12, Heroic Speech 4/6, Lay on Hands 6/6, Luck of the Eagle 0/1, Smite Evil 0/2 | Bard Spells: 1st 4/4| Paladin Spells: 1st grace, liberating command| Active conditions: none

Stood straight like a statue is a human woman waiting in line patiently to be let in to Heidmarch manor. The woman is of Taldan descent and is in her late twenties, she has long dark hair tied back out of the way in a plain looking ponytail that looks functional rather than styled for looks. She carries a light weight haversack and a large empty looking quiver on her back. The only weapon visible is a fancy looking longsword at her hip which is carefully peace-bonded.

"Captain Vashara Bainbridge of the Eagle Knights reporting for duty." says the woman as she gives a curt salute that briefly tussles the gold epaulets on her traditional blue and white Eagle Knight dress uniform.

"My specialties are unit morale upkeep, diplomatic missions, ranged fire support, and i'm quite experienced with friendly captive recovery from hostile territory." she says politely in a way that is a statement rather than a boast.

"Do you have an ETA on when the meeting will be starting? I'm quite keen to meet with the Venture Captain and get on with the mission briefing as soon as possible."

When Gunner comes over to offer her a drink she declines politely. "Thank you for the offer, sir, but i make a point of not drinking while i'm on a mission. I'll gladly take you up on the offer once we're all finished and i'm off duty though. Then we'll have something to celebrate, i'm sure."

Liberty's Edge

Male Human Cleric (Cayden Cailean) 11/ uRogue 1

"Ah, very well then, suit yourself. The Lucky Hero smiles on those save his blessings for the right time and place, whatever they may be." Gunner raises his tankard in a casual salute, a grin on his face. "I look forward to raising a glass with you when the time is right."

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Male N Elf Psychic 13 - Init. +4, Senses Low-Light Vision Perception +22 detect scrying, HA, AC 26/ touch 16/ ff 23 Deskari's Wing; hp 80/80 temp 14/14; F+11, R+11, W+14, Speed 35 ft., Climb 20 ft., Fly 60 ft. Carried: LogicRod, StaffMinArc, LckyHrshoe, Fr-LfClvr; Buffs: shield, fly, resist fire 30, det scry, mg armr, flse life, see invis, hghtnd awrnss, telbnd x2; Alc: antitx/plg/verm/syrup

Yanndu sits on the ground, his back against the manse's stone wall, his mind still ringing. Eadie, Gunner and Ebrylis hear the following in their thoughts, with a constantly varying voice tone and pitch, for a few dizzying seconds that appear interminable.

***...twisted moon...pinnacle...ghostly torrent...twisted moon...pinnacle...ghostly torrent...twisted moon...pinnacle...ghostly torrent...twisted moon...pinnacle...ghostly torrent...***

Yanndu reaches deep for the ancient wisdom and casts ancestral memory to steady his mind following the visual battering by Eadie. He marvels at how strong her mind is, and feels a twinge of sadness at the wasted potential of such a mind devoted to a life of toil and martial repetition.

***...Keepers of the Secrets of Lost Azlant, Spire Seers of the Approaching Starstone and Saviours of All Elves, reveal thy knowledge of this twisted moon, pinnacle, and ghostly figures...***, surely it cannot be what I thought at first glance...

Ancestral Memory 80% chance: 1d100 ⇒ 67
If direct memory fails, Knowledge check, +5 insight bonus: 1d20 + 16 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 16 + 5 = 27

Scarab Sages

Female CG Human (Chelaxian) Fighter 13 | HP 161/161 | AC 27, T 15, F 24 | CMB +18 (+25 with heavy blades), CMD 34 (37 vs disarm, sunder) | F +21, R +13, W +19 (+2 vs death effects, +3 vs fear) | Init +10 | Perc +20, SM +3 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: none

Some ENJOY THEIR LABORS, Yanndu ...

And take COMFORT from FAMILIAR RHYTHMS - the THRILL of PITTING A LIFE AGAINST A LIFE ...

⚡️ ✨ ⭐️

Did/Does/Will Vashara regret her divine calling?

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Varisian Human Sorcerer (Sylvan) L13 | HP: 96/96 | AC:13+4+1 T:13+1 FF:12+4 | CMB:+5+2 CMD:18+1 | Saves F:14+2 R:12+2+1 W:14+2 | Init:+6 | Per:+16+2 | Spd: 30 fly 40 +30 | Reroll: 1/1 | Spells: L1 6/9, L2 5/8, L3: 4/8, L4: 5/8, L5: 5/8, L6:4/5 | Topple Rod: 3/3 | Fleeting Glance: 11/13 | Conditions: false life (13h); overland flight (13h); heroism (130m); mage armor (1h); haste

With nary a glance to the strange elf frozen on the floor, Myrdon merrily pushes his way to the front. The roc waddling beside him help significantly in the clearing the way.

"Don't mind if I do!" he exclaims as he reaches for the tankard from Gunner, and takes a big gulp from it before returning. With a deep flourishing bow to those gathered, he introduces himself. "Kind sirs and ladies, a good day to all. I am the mystical, mysterious, and marvellous Master Myrdon. Pleased to make of your acquaintance, and I am sure this latest Pathfinder Society mission would be yet another an exciting and thrilling one! Ah, I've been away from my homelands for way too long. The varisian air - nothing quite smells like it." You are rather uncertain if he is serious or being sarcastic.

Myrdon is a young Varisian human man with dusky skin, with long braided hair tied up in a top knot. He is dressed in light and gaudy clothes, clearly meant to catch your eye than to fade into the crowd. Other than the bright robes he's wearing, he is bedecked with pouches which strange smells emanating from them, cases stuffed with scrolls, and wands hanging from his belt. He stands there with an easy smile but there appears a distant haunted look in his eyes if you look closely enough. Strangely, Myrdon does not appear to bear any tattoos that typical Varisians would.

Continuing the joviality, he gestures to the roc standing next to him, and continues, "Oh, and this is Aegis. Aegis the 2nd really. His predecessor died a tragic death in the tentacles of a gargantuan planar monster whilst defending me. Sigh. Ah well, he travels with me as part of my most miraculous menagerie of monsters!"

He pauses here for dramatic effect, then continues somewhat anticlimatically, "Yeah, I know. Menagerie implies more than one, but I have never quite managed to attract more than Aegis to accompany me. But fret not, for Aegis the second is still a masterful performer! Aegis, if you please!"

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Companion Roc L11 | HP: 80/93 | AC:38+4+1+2 T:16+1+2 FF:31+4| CMB:+16+2 (+20+2 grapple) CMD:33+1 | Saves F:12+2 R:13+2+1+2 (evasion) W:6+2(+4 vs enchantmt) | Init:+6 | Per:+7+2 | Spd: 20, fly 80| Conditions: heroism (130m); shield (13m); haste; blessing of fervor

Aegis II looks like an eagle - if an eagle was the size of a large horse. It is mostly white-feathered but with dark brown streaks in its plumage. Like its master, he is similarly gaudily decorated with bright colored and glittery ribbons.

Upon receiving the unspoken command, the large bird waddles forward and reaches out its claw, waiting for someone to shake it. Unfortunately, it becomes rather unstable balancing on one leg, and before anyone can grasp the claw, it almost falls over and only just manages to catch itself in time. It then turns to look at Myrdon, cocking its head to one side.

Dark Archive

Varisian Human Sorcerer (Sylvan) L13 | HP: 96/96 | AC:13+4+1 T:13+1 FF:12+4 | CMB:+5+2 CMD:18+1 | Saves F:14+2 R:12+2+1 W:14+2 | Init:+6 | Per:+16+2 | Spd: 30 fly 40 +30 | Reroll: 1/1 | Spells: L1 6/9, L2 5/8, L3: 4/8, L4: 5/8, L5: 5/8, L6:4/5 | Topple Rod: 3/3 | Fleeting Glance: 11/13 | Conditions: false life (13h); overland flight (13h); heroism (130m); mage armor (1h); haste

"Sigh. Forgive the bird. Still needs some training." Myrdon looks rather chagrined.

Scarab Sages

Female CG Human (Chelaxian) Fighter 13 | HP 161/161 | AC 27, T 15, F 24 | CMB +18 (+25 with heavy blades), CMD 34 (37 vs disarm, sunder) | F +21, R +13, W +19 (+2 vs death effects, +3 vs fear) | Init +10 | Perc +20, SM +3 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: none

“And a hearty bun-ass dais to you too, Señor!”

Eadie looks quite proud of her conversational Varisian.

“Eadie Navhelan, fellow Varisian (via Korvosa) at your Service.”

Myrdon Gharthrin wrote:
"The varisian air - nothing quite smells like it."

Having replaced her helm, she takes a DEEEEEEP *SNORT*

“Smells like the tap room floor of the Drunken Dog to me. Do you know it, Master Myrdon? It’s in Ordellia – a little ways off the beaten track.”

“A … friend told me about it after getting knocked out there, after a disagreement about … the best way to arrange Avistani rose creepers.”

The Exchange

Male Human (Shoanti) Witch 11 | hp 66/66 | Init +9 | AC 17 (13), T 12, FF 16 (12) | CMB +4, CMD 16 | F +7, R +6, W +10 | Prcptn +10, SM +20 |

A Shoati man, nearly nearly six feet tall but willow-thin, turns in his completed paperwork to Ebryllis. I added a couple of extra copies in there while I was bored. Helps to have everything in triplicate, as you know. He shoves the sheaf of papers at the harried guard as he glides past, nodding to the assembled party members. Bruxo Machi, at your service. (BREW-hoe MACK-ee.) A tiny lizard-like creature, about the size of a cat, sticks its head out from his collar, then ducks away quickly at the sight of the enormous eagle. Well met, to be sure. And I see we await our Venture-Captain, as is Society custom. Again.

Liberty's Edge

Male Human Cleric (Cayden Cailean) 11/ uRogue 1

"Don't think of it as having to wait, friend. Think of it as an opportunity to get to know each other! Here, join us for a drink!"

Dark Archive

Male N Elf Psychic 13 - Init. +4, Senses Low-Light Vision Perception +22 detect scrying, HA, AC 26/ touch 16/ ff 23 Deskari's Wing; hp 80/80 temp 14/14; F+11, R+11, W+14, Speed 35 ft., Climb 20 ft., Fly 60 ft. Carried: LogicRod, StaffMinArc, LckyHrshoe, Fr-LfClvr; Buffs: shield, fly, resist fire 30, det scry, mg armr, flse life, see invis, hghtnd awrnss, telbnd x2; Alc: antitx/plg/verm/syrup

While Yanndu holds is head in pain and waits for ancestors wisdom to arrive - sometimes details will come during sleep cycles - he says, "Gunner... I think I'll try some of your ale now..."

Scarab Sages

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Female CG Human (Chelaxian) Fighter 13 | HP 161/161 | AC 27, T 15, F 24 | CMB +18 (+25 with heavy blades), CMD 34 (37 vs disarm, sunder) | F +21, R +13, W +19 (+2 vs death effects, +3 vs fear) | Init +10 | Perc +20, SM +3 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: none
Bruxo wrote:
Bruxo Machi, at your service.

“Welcome, BREW-hoe.”

Eadie nudges Gunner. “I’ve got a feeling you’re gonna fit in great!”

Yanndu wrote:
"Gunner... I think I'll try some of your ale now..."

“Yay, Gunner! We’ve known Yanndu for less than an hour and we’ve already driven him to drink!”

Eadie’s posture snaps upright as she robots, “Alcohol increases the effects of the inhibitory neurotransmitter GABA in the brain, Yanndu.”

WHOA! Where did that come from?

“Visions are more likely to be blocked following its consumption. However, astral travel in a rotary motion while the physical body lies horizontally increases in likelihood.”

Dark Archive

Varisian Human Sorcerer (Sylvan) L13 | HP: 96/96 | AC:13+4+1 T:13+1 FF:12+4 | CMB:+5+2 CMD:18+1 | Saves F:14+2 R:12+2+1 W:14+2 | Init:+6 | Per:+16+2 | Spd: 30 fly 40 +30 | Reroll: 1/1 | Spells: L1 6/9, L2 5/8, L3: 4/8, L4: 5/8, L5: 5/8, L6:4/5 | Topple Rod: 3/3 | Fleeting Glance: 11/13 | Conditions: false life (13h); overland flight (13h); heroism (130m); mage armor (1h); haste
Eadie Navhelan wrote:
“Smells like the tap room floor of the Drunken Dog to me. Do you know it, Master Myrdon? It’s in Ordellia – a little ways off the beaten track.”

Ah, amazing! That a simple tavern can contain the marvellous scents of my homeland! If I had only known earlier... I would be certain to visit, Mistress Eadie!" You are rather certain by now that he is being sarcastic.

Scarab Sages

Female CG Human (Chelaxian) Fighter 13 | HP 161/161 | AC 27, T 15, F 24 | CMB +18 (+25 with heavy blades), CMD 34 (37 vs disarm, sunder) | F +21, R +13, W +19 (+2 vs death effects, +3 vs fear) | Init +10 | Perc +20, SM +3 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: none

Sensing a painful reason behind Myrdon’s lack of love for his homeland, Eadie changes tack.

“On balance, I enjoy adventuring in places vastly different from my home town. Qadira’s wealth, opportunity and engrained courtesy pleasantly surprised me.”

“I know some don’t care for tech, but I adored my two tours of Numeria.”

She bows politely to the sorcerer and his roc companion. “Is there somewhere you especially enjoy being, Myrdon?”

Dark Archive

Varisian Human Sorcerer (Sylvan) L13 | HP: 96/96 | AC:13+4+1 T:13+1 FF:12+4 | CMB:+5+2 CMD:18+1 | Saves F:14+2 R:12+2+1 W:14+2 | Init:+6 | Per:+16+2 | Spd: 30 fly 40 +30 | Reroll: 1/1 | Spells: L1 6/9, L2 5/8, L3: 4/8, L4: 5/8, L5: 5/8, L6:4/5 | Topple Rod: 3/3 | Fleeting Glance: 11/13 | Conditions: false life (13h); overland flight (13h); heroism (130m); mage armor (1h); haste

"Wny, Absalom, of course! The jewel of Golarion! What magnificent sights! What splendid food! What loose purses!" He says the last with a cheeky grin.

"Numeria? Hmmph, can't say I enjoy my one and only trip there. Wierd gravity. Mechanical beings. Completely unnatural." He snorts again. "What do you enjoy about it?"

Despite his rather unkind words earlier, Myrdon unconsciously starts stroking Aegis II with some affection.

Scarab Sages

Female CG Human (Chelaxian) Fighter 13 | HP 161/161 | AC 27, T 15, F 24 | CMB +18 (+25 with heavy blades), CMD 34 (37 vs disarm, sunder) | F +21, R +13, W +19 (+2 vs death effects, +3 vs fear) | Init +10 | Perc +20, SM +3 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: none

“Oh, I like Absalom too. What does VC Dreng call it? ‘The Dig that never runs dry.’”

Eadie cups her chin between thumb and forefinger. “But when it comes to pure exploration – like seeing crazy stuff that nobody on Golarion has ever seen before – it’s hard to top Numeria.”

“Also! Have you seen how much gold and platinum makes up the innards of mechanical critters once you bust them open?”

♨ ✒ ♨ ✒

“On another note, the Ten have announced the disbanding of the Scarab Sages faction. I’m considering joining the Dark Archive – but how much of that ‘oooh, we’re scary emos that shag anything that moves’ vibe is left from the old Cheliax days?”


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A runner arrives to escort you to your quarters at Bakrakan house. It's a tall and skinny Ulfen, and he blanches when he sees Eadie. "No! No! You can't ask me to escort her! She ASSAULTED ME!"

Ebrylis blinks, and then sighs. "Anders, you turd. She pummeled you 'cause you asked for it, didn't you? Fine." Ebrylis shoves the clipboard at the quavering Ulfen, and then grabs some of your baggage. "I'll be the one escorting you fine folk, while Anders here processes the rest of the line. We takes pride in our work, we does, and we'll make sure that you all are settled in proper."

Despite being encumbered by some of your bags, Ebrylis walks at a healthy clip. “Bakrakhan House is the last house on the end. I’m sure you’ll want to unpack, set up your bunks, and so on.” Meanwhile he points out other landmarks, like the training grounds, the greenhouse, and the manor’s kitchen. "Open all night, it is, though if you serves yourselves, you cleans up after yourselves or you hears from me." The quarters are clean and well-maintained. Barakhan house has eight bedrooms, a large common sitting area with a fireplace, and bookshelves with an assortment of tattered books left by previous Pathfinders. There are how-to books, travel guides, a Varisian dictionary and a whole series of Cheliaxian romance and adventure books of dubious literary merit that seem to fall open at all the smutty bits.

"This is where I leaves you all," Ebryllis says. "There are some pretty paths for walking, and a lake, and exercise grounds for those who wants to do their workouts. I has to get back to the line, I does, before Anders bolloxes it up proper."

With a tip of his hat, the half-elf is gone, whistling down the road.

Scarab Sages

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explore, report, COOPERATE, Anders wrote:
"She ASSAULTED ME!"

“And didn’t the healer who set your nose do a shocking job.”

Eadie *tut-tuts* before beaming at the Ulfen. “If you need it broken again so Gunner can reset it, let me know!”

⛲ ⛲ ⛲

Eadie’s jaw drops at the spacious guest room with its own ensuite. “I bags this room! Vashara, do you want to share?”

She pokes her head into the bathroom and spots a bidet.

"Vashara, check it out! The bathroom has its own drinking fountain!"

Liberty's Edge

Male Human Cleric (Cayden Cailean) 11/ uRogue 1

Gunner pats the Ulfen man on the shoulder as they walk by.

"Don't worry, kid. I'm sure she's just kiddin'."

When they reach the guest house, he chuckles at Eadie's enthusiasm, then drops his back on a couch and begins setting up bar in the common room.

"Who wants a drink?"

Liberty's Edge

Female LG Human (Taldan) Bard 3, Paladin (divine hunter) 5/steel falcon (andoran) 2 | HP: 63/63| AC: 23 (15 Tch, 18 Fl) | CMB: +11, CMD: 26 | F: +11, R: +15, W: +14 | Init: +8 | Perc: +17, SM: +18 | Speed 30ft | Bardic Performance: 12/12, Heroic Speech 4/6, Lay on Hands 6/6, Luck of the Eagle 0/1, Smite Evil 0/2 | Bard Spells: 1st 4/4| Paladin Spells: 1st grace, liberating command| Active conditions: none

Vashara is admiring the grounds and is so distracted by how beautiful they are they she also misses her chance to thank the half-elf.

"Ebrylis, so sorry i was drawn in by the beauty of this place for a moment there. Thank you for showing us around. Your help was appreciated." she says, feeling a little silly at getting caught of guard.

Eadie said wrote:
"Vashara, check it out! The bathroom has its own drinking fountain!"

"Eadie don't drink from that!" she shouts as Eadie is experimenting with the device. "The wealthy use these kind of devices to help them to... erm... clean their behinds." she says as tactfully as she can.

"I'll gladly share the room with you. It's more than big enough after all."

Vashara puts her gear down and debates with removing her dress armour to keep it clean. She decides against it and instead makes do with a quick clean over with a bardic cantrip.

When gathered up with the others she asks the question that is still on her mind. "So do any of you know why we're here? There are a lot of Pathfinders around so i'm guessing this must be something important."


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Ebryllis smiles at Vashara. “It’s an honor to serve, milady. I takes pride in my work, I does!”

There are indeed important things going on! The whole lodge is buzzing with excitement and rumors. “It’s got to be something big, to call all of us in!’ says a mwangi woman as she walks by.

Shortly after lunch, the ever-energetic Ebryllis appears once again to knock on your door. “Thought you fine folks might want to know! Lady H is calling everyone to the main theater for an announcement in an hour!” He points to a handy map on the door. “It’s just across the way, on the South Wing of the Manor. You can’t miss it! We’ll be seeing you there, we will!”

The Exchange

Male Human (Shoanti) Witch 11 | hp 66/66 | Init +9 | AC 17 (13), T 12, FF 16 (12) | CMB +4, CMD 16 | F +7, R +6, W +10 | Prcptn +10, SM +20 |

Bruxo nods his thanks to Ebryllis and steps into one of the spacious rooms. The dinosaur on his shoulder almost immediately runs to the bed, snuggling into the linens thereupon as the thin Shoanti studies the map on the door closely. "In case of fire..." Well, nice to see they've considered a few eventualities, he notes wryly. I'll take you up on that drink offer, Gunner.


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As you leave for theater, alcoholic drinks in hand, you see Sheila Heidmarch herself in the Courtyard, personally greeting some of the incoming Pathfinders who have arrived for the event. She's dressed elegantly, as if in preparation for some grand party.

The crowd of Pathfinders buzzes around her, and Ebryllis holds up his arms to quiet the crowd as the Venture Captain clears her throat, clearly about to speak.

_____

There's a picture of Sheila Heidmarch on Slide Four if you would like to see her. While you are at it, feel free to fill out your character's information on Slide Two.


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VC Sheila Heidmarch

At the request of hosts Canayven and Sheila Heidmarch, you have been invited to attend a private meeting at Heidmarch Manor. A large number of your fellow Pathfinders have clearly also been given a similar invitation, however the appearance of Sheila Heidmarch suggests all is about to be made clear.

She calls for your attention, and as the noise dies down she begins to speak.

”Dear friends, welcome to Magnimar and the newest Pathfinder Lodge—Heidmarch Manor. For those of you who do not yet know me, my name is Sheila Heidmarch—venture-captain of Magnimar. This lodge is also my home, which I share with my husband Canayven. While we are far from the comforts of the Grand Lodge at Absalom, we shall do our best to accommodate you with our humble Varisian hospitalities. My husband and I both spent many years in the field, so we know well what you do and appreciate that you have answered our summons. We are both extremely grateful to receive you and your support.”

“As you well know, Heidmarch Manor is a new lodge. Presently it is funded almost entirely from my own resources. Although I adore Magnimar, we have as many enemies here as friends. This being the case, I seek to court the favor of more powerful allies, specifically members of the Council of Ushers and the Office of the Lord Mayor.”

“This brings the conversation to our current situation. On one of their more recent salvage runs, the wondrous artificers of the Golemworks uncovered a strange relic while dredging stone from the bottom of Magnimar’s harbor. The relic appears to be some sort of a giant key, etched with ancient Thassilonian runes that their learned arcanists speculate may even predate the coming of the mysterious runelords. Because the key falls outside their area of expertise, the Golemworks donated the curious aritfact to the Office of the Lord Mayor. In turn, the Lord Mayor intends to auction off the key to the highest bidder in short order, to fund municipal projects. The auction will be run by the Cathedral of Abadar, gold in hand—meaning immediately after the final bid is accepted, the bidder must pay for his prize in full.”

“We want the key. However, we want it legally. Our establishment in Magnimar is relatively new and our footing tenuous. We need to secure more stable political relationships with the Lord Mayor’s office and the Council of Ushers to ensure the Society’s long term success in this city; especially since the Aspis Consortium already has such a strong foothold here. The legitimate purchase of the Runecarved Key from the local authorities would demonstrate our respect for the city’s government, which would go a long way toward improving our public image with these people.”

“That said, we can greatly increase our chances of winning the auction by persuading our competition to back out. While there are some we believe we can outbid, we are a new lodge with far fewer funds than many. Thus, we must find out who else is interested in the key, how much they can bid, and whether or not we can knock them out of the auction.”

“To assure our success, our espionage must be extensive. Therefore we have divided the task between our agents. While division stands to place field operatives in greater danger, we cannot risk revealing ourselves by working en mass. If you are discovered, we will disavow any association with you. We cannot aid you if you get arrested or fall into the clutches of the enemies of our Society. While this is unfortunate, I hope you can understand our position.”

”For now, please make yourselves at home. We have provided accommodations for each of your groups. Feel free to drop off your things and prepare yourselves. Then meet me in the manor’s theatre in five minutes.”

There is a new general discussion thread HERE that can be used for cross table discussion etc. Feel free to jump in (or not) as you please.

Scarab Sages

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Lady Heidmarch wrote:
“If you are discovered, we will disavow any association with you.”

Wow! Lady H is gonna go far in this organization!

Eadie scurries back to the room she shares with Vashara to grab all the gear she expects for a Pathfinder diplomatic mission.

• Falchions? ☑
• Morning Star? ☑
Smashy the Lucerne hammer? ☑
• Full loadout of combat gear? ☑

“Hey, guys. Did you get the impression we’re supposed to disguise our connexion to the Society? I’m gonna hide my wayfinder inside a pocket in my outfit.”

Back at the manor’s theatre, Eadie mingles with the gathered agents. She carries a glass tumbler of what appears to be water in one hand and her gold-plumed helm in the other.

If Eadie spots Vashara she raises the glass to her, points to it and then gives the paladin a thumbs up.

Liberty's Edge

Male Human Cleric (Cayden Cailean) 11/ uRogue 1

Gunner follows Eadie back to the lodging, grabbing his rapier, his tankard, and the rest of his combat gear, but leaving behind the bedroll and such. He quickly heads back out the door, but not before mixing a quick drink for the walk.

"One of the road, Eadie?"

Scarab Sages

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Eadie looks taken aback by her cleric pal’s offer.

“Heck no, Gunner” :
“The road doesn't need it. That’s a waste of good ale.”

Liberty's Edge

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Female LG Human (Taldan) Bard 3, Paladin (divine hunter) 5/steel falcon (andoran) 2 | HP: 63/63| AC: 23 (15 Tch, 18 Fl) | CMB: +11, CMD: 26 | F: +11, R: +15, W: +14 | Init: +8 | Perc: +17, SM: +18 | Speed 30ft | Bardic Performance: 12/12, Heroic Speech 4/6, Lay on Hands 6/6, Luck of the Eagle 0/1, Smite Evil 0/2 | Bard Spells: 1st 4/4| Paladin Spells: 1st grace, liberating command| Active conditions: none

Vashara heads back to her room and changes out of her dress uniform into her combat armour, some Tian style armour made from hexagonal mithral plates sown into padded clothing.

She thinks about leaving behind some gear, but as it's mostly stored in her handy haversack she doesn't feel the need to do so. She does however take her wayfinder off and put it in one of the pockets of the haversack so it's out of sight.

She bumps in to Eadie and Gunner as they're discussing their drinks, "I'm keeping count of all these drinks you lot are having..." she says in a rather serious tone.

"... because when i'm off duty i have some catching up to do!" she says with a smile and a wink.

The Exchange

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Male Human (Shoanti) Witch 11 | hp 66/66 | Init +9 | AC 17 (13), T 12, FF 16 (12) | CMB +4, CMD 16 | F +7, R +6, W +10 | Prcptn +10, SM +20 |

Bruxo watches Sheila Heidmarch's announcement with unblinking eyes, and silently tucks his wayfinder into his haversack as the Venture-Captain announces the super-secret part of the mission and the threat to disavow. Damned if Torch wasn't right all along, he mutters to himself.

Dark Archive

Varisian Human Sorcerer (Sylvan) L13 | HP: 96/96 | AC:13+4+1 T:13+1 FF:12+4 | CMB:+5+2 CMD:18+1 | Saves F:14+2 R:12+2+1 W:14+2 | Init:+6 | Per:+16+2 | Spd: 30 fly 40 +30 | Reroll: 1/1 | Spells: L1 6/9, L2 5/8, L3: 4/8, L4: 5/8, L5: 5/8, L6:4/5 | Topple Rod: 3/3 | Fleeting Glance: 11/13 | Conditions: false life (13h); overland flight (13h); heroism (130m); mage armor (1h); haste

Myrdon races back to the rooms together with his new companions, although there is little need since he does not own much, and the few possessions of his are carried on him or with Aegis.

He listens distractedly at the conversation, then rather out of sync with everyone, he pipes up. "Hmm, what do you think this key does? Must be something quite special for it to be this sought after."

Dark Archive

Male N Elf Psychic 13 - Init. +4, Senses Low-Light Vision Perception +22 detect scrying, HA, AC 26/ touch 16/ ff 23 Deskari's Wing; hp 80/80 temp 14/14; F+11, R+11, W+14, Speed 35 ft., Climb 20 ft., Fly 60 ft. Carried: LogicRod, StaffMinArc, LckyHrshoe, Fr-LfClvr; Buffs: shield, fly, resist fire 30, det scry, mg armr, flse life, see invis, hghtnd awrnss, telbnd x2; Alc: antitx/plg/verm/syrup

You notice that Yanndu mainly remains in one corner, silently observing the gathering of Pathfinders. At some point he absentmindedly chats with a young woman who keeps looking at his dark cast iron necklace depicting the spiral of Pharasma. He then raises a hand to silence her briefly while he approaches a waitress carrying a tray of drinks throughout the crowd. He stops within 10 feet of the waitress and simply smiles creepily at her.

Scarab Sages

Female CG Human (Chelaxian) Fighter 13 | HP 161/161 | AC 27, T 15, F 24 | CMB +18 (+25 with heavy blades), CMD 34 (37 vs disarm, sunder) | F +21, R +13, W +19 (+2 vs death effects, +3 vs fear) | Init +10 | Perc +20, SM +3 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: none
Myrdon wrote:
"Hmm, what do you think this key does?"

“Magnimar stands roughly on the border between two ancient Thassilonian kingdoms, doesn’t it Myrdon?”

Eadie sounds eerily knowledgeable about this topic … "Our guesthouse is named Bakrakhan – for the Kingdom of Wrath."

"Perhaps the key unlocks the metaphysical door enabling Alaznist, Runelord of Rage to return?"

surface thoughts:
♫ Miss Molly had a dolly who was sick, sick, sick

So she called for a Pharasman to come quick, quick, quick ♫

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