(Poke)
Between the two's attacks, Cymflemdir takes another 6 ouch, going down after Alacorta's abuse.
"NOOOoooo...."
You find a dagger and a rapier on both quicklings, and halbers on the spriggans.
Cymflemdir carries a peculiar stone.
[Party has obtained item: Lorestone!]
(Insert victory tune)
Wth the menace of Cymflymder over, you make your way back.
After an uneventful trek, you arrive back at the lodge, where the VC looks up from paperwork.
"Ah, you're back. Good news i presume?"
When you show him the stone, he nods in appreciation.
"Did the druid cause you too much of a problem?"
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The death druid was not a problem not so much. Tha mad fey who wanted to destroy the lorestone was a bit more difficult. Or maybe I should say more atletic, as my companions where running to catch him a long time.
And don't ask them about swimming, that part of the trip wasn't the best one to remember.
A brisk breeze carries the scent of the sea up to the Pathfinder Society’s lodge in Katheer, the capital of Qadira.
The lodge’s shaded balcony gives a panoramic view of Katheer’s harbor, revealing hundreds of ships moored in the busy port, lateenrigged merchant dhows and the bright-sailed warships that protect Qadira’s shipping.
"Thank you for getting here so soon," the nasal voice of Venture-Captain Osretia Cassomiran calls from within. She is a tall, gray-haired woman of Azlanti lineage, and she rifles through papers as she speaks from inside her office.
"Have you met the groom, Farendir Faireven? He’s quite bright,
especially for someone from the River Kingdoms."
Venture-Captain Cassomiran’s quest continues fruitlessly as she searches a sagging bookshelf. "The bride’s quite a catch, too; called the Lady of Silver for her father’s wealth. It’s certainly a coup for young Faireven."
Clambering beneath her desk, Osretia’s voice is muffled by stacked texts. "Anyway, during the wedding feast, the girl’s father, Master Bashir Al-Mudaris, plans to donate several valuable relics to the Pathfinder Society.
Clearly, Master Bashir wants to promote his new son-in-law’s status in the Society. That’s where you come in: we need you to escort these antiques to Absalom."
Suddenly, the Venture-Captain’s shouts, "By Irori! I found them!"
She places several elegantly scripted invitations on the disheveled desk. "You do have something decent to wear for the wedding, do you not? You’re going to represent the Society, and we certainly can’t afford any embarrassments."
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Keera looks her explorer outfit and Darkleaf armor, then she looks at Alacorta.
I don't think any of these fits in a wedding. But better talk later with my companions than tell him I'm wearing my best clothes.
I think I'll find something appropiate to wear.
But are we going to attend the wedding? To escort antiquities we don't need to attend a wedding, do we?
She looks at you with a frown.
"Weddings require proper attire, you can't show up in plain leather armor, as if you're strolling the market. Especially when you're to represent our organization."
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A stranger enters the venture-captain's office, slipping in and closing the door behind him. "Sorry I'm late... I got caught up in the library, and lost track of time. Deepest apologies... Kenji told me you might be in need of another member while he's off on a different mission, so here I am. So, we're going to a wedding, eh? I'm gonna need some new clothes, I guess. Oh by the way, I'm Celedrian, but you can call me Kel, everyone does."
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With his aristocratic finery beneath gleaming full plate armor and fanciful coat of arms looming above his shoulders, Spenser already looked like he may even be overdressed for the occasion.
"A, a marriage! The happy ending to many a Story!" You are unable to figure out how he manages to audibly capitalize the word "story" as he speaks. "But oft beset by danger, intrigue, and malice! Fear not, Milady, thine relics shall hence rest in the finest of carpals."
The VC clarifies her comment on Keera's question.
"The relics are at the wedding, that's why you need to get proper attire."
When you are all prepared, the VC motions you to leave.
"Good luck, and do try to maintain a professional impression."
And so begins your journey to the wedding.
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Hundreds of guests crowded the temple of Sarenrae this morning while prosperous merchants and courtiers strutted in silken finery and scholars and clergy nodded gravely, clad in sober robes.
Scores of servants and grooms waited outside as the High Priest of Sarenrae intoned the couple’s vows. Afterward, the newlyweds led their guests to the splendidly decorated courtyard of Master Bashir’s estate for the wedding feast.
Young men whirled through an ancient sword-dance to the frenzied pounding of doumbeks, their blades clashing louder as the song’s tempo increased. Servant girls brought forth a dazzling array of dishes and iced sekanjabin drinks, as daring snake charmers mesmerized a dozen lethal asps.
After the feast, challenges rang out across the courtyard. Warriors swaggered forth, clad only in loincloths and swinging cudgels, to battle atop a bed of red-hot coals.
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Kel, prior to the wedding, buys himself a pair of 'sleeves of many garments' so he can be appropriately dressed for anything. While he lacks fancy accoutrements like expensive jewelry and such, he wouldn't have purchased those even if he'd bought one set of clothes.
He comes to the party dressed all in light grey leggings and shirt with black accents (piping, buttons, and the like all in black).
He watches the entertainment and competitions with curiosity and interest, but no thought to entering any kind of contest of strength or skill at arms. However, if there's a trivia contest, he'll join with no hesitation.
Spenser wants to try his hand at the competition, much to the encouragement of the cheerful crowd.
A man explains to him the rules.
"Aha, a guest who wishes to participate, excellent.
You will be given a club, and will fight without your armor."
"You will have to resists the coals' heat and hit your opponent to put him out of the competition."
"Are you ready for it?"
Spenser eliminates his first opponent, with a quick strike.
"The guest wins this round!"
(Clapping)
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Round 2
The warrior inhales a bit too much smoke, and becomes sickened.
Despite being sickened, his strike was nothing to sneeze at, and Spenser is hit.
Referee: "The guest has lost this round."
(Cheering for the warrior, but still some applause for the daring guest.)
"Your first round was a clear victory, maybe we can give you a lesson or two in this sometime, hmm?"
Sele speaks to several people.
No information about suspicious individuals comes to topic, but they are excited about the wedding, and the mention of the gift of the relics' donation is slightly surprising to the people.
Still, they think little of it, and compliment Sele's physique and outfit."[/b]
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Keera will follow the wizard example and buy a Sleeves of Many Garments before attending the wedding.
I'll take the spot my friend has left says Keera after seeing how his Spenser has been eliminated. As she pass near him she whispers, go to mingle with Sele, your much more suited than I.
And she swing the club as if it was the very first time she even tries to attack anyone.
Turn 1:
Keera holds her breath, long enough to avoid the initial fume of smoke entering her nose.
She swings her club, which comes close, but not quite yet.
Like his fellow warrior, he inhales too much smoke, and feels bad due to it.
But, like his fellow warrior, he also manages to hit the guest challenger.
"Too bad, young lady. Still, we commend guest participants.
Here, have a fresh date.", he holds up a small bowl with juicy looking dates.
The people respond to Spenser similarly like to Sele, with the exception that he gets an occasional tap on the shoulder, for his brief but brave performance.
While Keera was fighting, the people respond to Spenser similarly like to Sele, with the exception that he gets an occasional tap on the shoulder, for his brief but brave performance.
Meanwhile, Vassago and WotC were strolling the grounds, seeing many wondrous exotic animals in cages, said to be presents for the pair and the bride's father.
WotC notices one guard near a cage with lions sweating a lot, and looking left and right rather quickly, more than some guards he'd seen.
Moving to the man, he greets him.
"Greetings, good man, a joyous day, isn't it?
Pardon me for saying, but are you feeling alright? You seem to be sweating alot."
The guard looks back, sweat drops on his temples.
"W-worry not, everything is fine, Sarenrae watches over us.", he points his hand high in the air, clenching his fist twice in haste, about the same time the coal fight competition ends.
What ensues..is utter chaos. A terrifying roar echoes across the courtyard as enraged lions rush forth from an opened wagon. Cries of distress and alarm arise from every corner of the wedding reception as terrified guests flee before the onslaught of the lions.
A few guards head for the lion cages, desperately trying to distract them from the masses. Meanwhile the nervous guard and another near the gate bolt away....
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The three escaped lions each have a tasty, desperate looking, guard to feast on.
Both blue and green savagely maul their targets to an inch of falling down, while the third is taken down, death-scream erupting, with a vicious bite and a claw.
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4 Caravan guards get startled.
"By the dawnflower! This is chaos, we must secure the relics before the elephant stampedes on them!"
Nuh-uh, these guys are fishy.
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Wedding guards.
Blue utterly fails in his panic, but green manages a hit on his lion.
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The large panicked elephant waltzes through the crow, trampling people from the crowd as it goes.
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Keera
Vassago & WotC
Sele & Spenser
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Guys, I don't mind at all if you decide to attack those animals. I can`t calm so many.
But one of you should stop the caravan guards, they're after the relics. Then she picks some mistletoe from her belongings and cast barkskin on Alacorta.
Alacorta, stop that lion. she demands on her animal companion, trying to gain some time so Sele or Spenser could reach the animals
There is nothing special about these animals.
The lions seem a desert breed and, like any common lion, are predators.
They seem particularly hungry.....
The elephant is nothing special, but it's absolutely panicked into a frenzy. It broke free from its handler, suggesting it might listen to a trained animal handler, but the DC is 25.
Keera sees through the tone of the guard's bluff, as they move towards the stand with the relics.
Kel moves 15 feet north.
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Sele & Spenser
Vassago is starting the team's animal abuse, but with the crowd currently rushing in all directions to escape the lions and the elephants, his shot is tampered, and misses its target.
Spenser
As the team shifts into action, and the shady caravan guards are making their way towards and at the relics, the crowd has departed most of the plaza.
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Blue lion rakes at the guard.
, and the man's chest is lashed open, and he goes down.
With more prey within its gaze, it has to choose its next target.
The lion rushes at Alacorta.
Green does the same to his own chewy toy.
The guard goes down bleeding heavily, and the lion shifts its attention towards Vassago.
Red retaliates on the brave bird.
The lions deal some serious hurt.
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Shady Caravan Guards
Blue and green grab two big items quickly, and move away.
Red: "Move, move! I've got your back, i'll be right over."
Red moves towards the relics left on the stand.
Yellow does too, but Spenser jabs at him with his lance.
The mount and rider both hit the man viciously.
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Panicked elephant:
The elephant slams aside stands, leftover cowering people, and is headed for Keera's direction.
Keera is rushed 10 feet backwards.
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Keera
Vassago & WotC
Sele & Spenser