Out of Anarchy (Inactive)

Game Master James Reimers

sense motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

SM: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (1) + 0 = 1

Sense Motive 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

sense motive: 1d20 ⇒ 6

"GM, how much more time do we have before the performance that we got the flyer about? Don't want to miss that.

Benny knows the man really did see a ghost, or at least that he thinks it is a ghost.

two days still. Another post when I get home

The halfling will tell the group what he discerned. I think that he is telling the truth, at least as he understands it.

"You can find her preforming with that new poet as well, I believe she preforms before him. Two days from now, in the evening."

---On too the Noodle Cart---

Open the spoiler or deal with the ghost, let me know but I'll post for the noddle cart so you can move there if you all wish too

The handling will smell the noodles.

Everybody goes to the noodles, I think.

"As delicious as the noodles smell, I have nothing of value to trade you for them. I am hoping that you can help me with something else however. Do you know anything about Jax Telandril, Jacks Falger, Jaks Arunai, or Olandil? Do any of them purchase noodles from you? Have you seen any of them recently?"

Bastian attempts to see if the woman, off kilter as she may be, has any information that might prove helpful.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Yes any help in locating them would be much appreciated.

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 14

"Our friend Professor Poppo told us that you make the best noodles of the city. Is that true?"

Diplomacy - aid another (Bastian): 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (14) - 2 = 12

"Ooh, those smell SOOOO good!"

Diplomaids: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (8) - 1 = 7

She said scarcastically...

Do the noodles look edible?

The noodles are a dank grey color, and don't look to good.

"Poppo! Why didn't you lot say so!?" she begins fishing around in her bag and pulls out a pile of papers, "Gives these to him! some of my poetry! tell him to critique it for me!"

The poems are....terrible, but she has a hopeful look in her eyes.

Turak takes the pappers and tell "Wow, are you a poetry? Can I read these too?[", than the half orc start to read those pappers.

"We'll be happy to take them. Do you often write poetry for Professor Poppo?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

I am guessing she is like;y as friendly to us as she can be at this point, but rolled another Diplomacy in case.

The halfling is much more interested in the noodley noodles than the poetry.

Turak, your not able to read it for too long. It is mostly nonsense and you can't find any structure in the lines.

"Oh thanks! Say you're not from around here from here are you? At least I don't think you are. Seeing as how you know Poppo, I'll let you each have a bowl of noodles, in return for taking him my poetry!" she turns and looks at Turak hopefully, waiting for an reaction to her poetry.

As it turns out, even thought the noodles are grey and nasty looking, they are delicious. Turns out Poppo was right about them!

"Excellent! It seems that many of our leads are pointing to Olandil being at the performance. It appears that will be a great chance to meet up with him."

yes that sounds like a good place to meet with him

"Alrighty, let's go then! I've always wanted to be in a play.... perhaps he can find me a role after we find him?" Ella says wistfully...

"hmm... Don't you think it's being so easy?" says Turak trustless.

sense motive: 1d20 ⇒ 8

"I suppose it is possible that Poppo is lying, but it seems that the Society trusts him."

[dice=sense motive]1d20

"I suppose it is possible that Poppo is lying, but it seems that the Society trusts him."

"Not Poppo, but who wrote the note. How can Olandil know that we are here to rescue him? I just think that's seems oddly easy. Let's check this with attention."

I think that we will wait for the next two days to meet Olandil, right?

Bastian Thrune wrote:

[dice=sense motive]1d20

"I suppose it is possible that Poppo is lying, but it seems that the Society trusts him."

"Not Poppo, but who wrote the note. How can Olandil know that we are here to rescue him? I just think that's seems oddly easy. Let's check this with attention."

I think that we will wait for the next two days to meet Olandil, right?

Sounds good

"Olandil has been underground here for years. I would guess that he has sources throughout the city. Probably heard that we were asking around about him."

"Olandil has been underground here for years. I would guess that he has sources throughout the city. Probably heard that we were asking around about him."

"Or the Legalists took him and now they are wanting those who are here to rescue him. Just in case, let's be cautious."

Waiting for the next 2 days...

The handling is happy to be able to explore the library of the Lodge while waiting.

Zzzzz

Sen entertains himself by preaching of the good gods on the street.

Dot

The pathfinders get up on wealday, and make their way to the Manukirt Trading Co. Warehouse. Right on time, a man shows upland starts reading something that should pass for poetry. Nothing contorts like the nearest kobold. An entry into the glitter, the dogs bark slowly underground. A thousand feet of drenched archways think aimlessly in the hour. Naively, a sneer excuses the rudder. Something! Sincerely a backward mentor is already gone, creeping in the carpet, arrogant.

The crowd is displeased. The first mutters come out, until the people break into booing and hissing Get off the stage! What a tripe!

The first tomatoes and rotten cabbages fly through the air as Jaks raises a white ash rod tipped with an onyx gem.

The sunlight splits on the gem and spreads a pale prism across the crowd. With a supernaturally booming voice, Jaks declares, Today, I shed light upon one of Pezzack’s greatest secrets. Jacks, the man you trust as a member of your very own faction, is the Printsmith! And Jacks has been hiding his identity from you all. All your secrets are laid bare to Pezzack’s greatest journalist, soon for the entire city to see! Panic! Panic and regroup! Pay no attention to outside affairs!

He gestures emphatically as he speaks, but his gestures do not match his words; instead, they are a series of Pathfinder hand signs. Follow me into the warehouse. Secret passage to underground, back left corner, behind fish barrels. He continues to sign as he steps off the stage, but the meaning of the signs becomes more difficult to discern.

The hand signs are hard to read, but each of you can try up to three sense motive checks to catch the meaning of the signs

The dank tunnels reek of musty seawater that oozes from the stone ceiling and leaves the walls coated with a wet sheen. A few fresh torches suggest the derelict tunnel is still in
use.

Welcome all, my name is DM Kludde, and I run a game on the boards every now and then. Thank you all for having me. I've put up a document (link), that contains handouts and a map. Currently, slide 1 shows the sewers, slide 2 has a room for you to upload your portraits and to write down your init modifiers. Slide 3 has a nice portrait of poppo, a map of Pezzack and an overview of the different factions. Slide 4 shows the earlier invitation.

SM: 1d20 ⇒ 13
SM: 1d20 ⇒ 2
SM: 1d20 ⇒ 7

Ella doesn't understand the hand signs at all, having slept during the Pathfindering class where they taught the sign language.

Thank you so much for taking this on, Kludde!

Sense Motive=: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

Sense Motive=: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Sense Motive=: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

SM 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
SM 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
SM 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 5
Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 19
Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 12

Thank you so much for taking this on, Kludde! (2)

Seinaru sees the sign for 'pit trap', clearly, and Bennybeck even manages to make out the sign for its location 't-juction south'.

Turak then has the best view on the man for his next message: 'scorpion, danger', though he doesn't manage to decipher the last gesture of Olandil as he moves deeper into the guts.

Benny will share this information with the rest of the group.

After everybody shares what they see in the man's gestures, Tûrak looks worried.

By your narrative, I presume that we already went down to the passage that Jack "said" by the signs, right? And it was not very clear to me, but Olandil went down to the passage too?

"We need to be careful. For what we know, in the downstairs we will find a pit trap, a dangerous scorpion and a t-juction, whatever it can be."

Turak make sure to not to go ahead of the group, while waiting for someone to take the lead.

While they enter the passage, the alchemist starts to search for any hidden traps in the way.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

"Care should certainly be taken Turak, as we are headed into the unknown. Perhaps Bennybeck should take the lead. That would allow him to keep an eye out for any traps that might be present"

Bastian keeps a watchful eye and an open ear as the group enters the guts.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 11

Yes, Olandil went down the same passage, gesturing for you to follow him. I've marked it on the map.

It's now linked in my header line ^^^

Bastian, could you please update your own header line to show basic stats?

Thinking outloud and with a sly little smile, he states Wouldn't it be interesting if the T-junction was actually a t-rex?

Ella giggles at Bennybeck's joke. "Silly! But that would be really fun, huh? Oh, except that it might try to eat us..."

Whispering to the occultist, I would only make a little snack, the rest of you tall ones, well that would be a different story.

Removed the spoiler tag from around my base stats.

At the first junction, do you move north or south? If you search for traps (you know there is one somewhere), please roll perception.