PBP [PFS]#5-01 The Glass River Rescue Table 1 (Inactive)

Game Master Valeron De Stinzite

A sign above wide wooden gates reads, “Welcome to the Gray Revelation Inn.”
The gate leans open invitingly, and the smell of fresh flowers wafts on the cool breeze.

So everyone is posing as merchants? Lynn are you scouting around? If you wish to rent rooms you need to go to the common room. If this is what you want then we can start there.

I mean yeah that's why i put it in my last post XD

Lynn enters the common room of the Gray Revelation Inn and moves to the counter hopefully being addressed soon, she put on an act of being at least a little bit in a hurry.

After helping make the boat more presentable as a merchant ship, I follow everyone else heading to the inn to rent rooms. Lynn had left a bit of time ago, and we hope to hear her report on what she has learned. If she hasn't learned anything, time for everyone else to give it a go.

So everyone is posing as merchants?

I think some of us look like guards (or dangerous sullen thugs in Agirran's case).

GM Deekan wrote:

So everyone is posing as merchants?

I think some of us look like guards (or dangerous sullen thugs in Agirran's case).

Exactly. And, while I think we should take our weapons with us (what guards wouldn't be armed), being overtly hostile and threatening is a no go, yes?

Getting off the boat and brushing it down, Marius immediately falls into the habits of being a bodyguard, using his time as a Crusader in Lastwall to his advantage as he begins to search the surrounding areas for sign of threat. Once done, and giving enough chance for any spies to see him fulfill his task, Marius wves the rest off the boat and begins to trudge up the hill, Curze in tight.

Reaching the sign he looks up and nods, glad to see their suspicion confirmed on the location at least.

"Let us check for rooms first before we relax sirs?" he asks his Mercantile employers.

As the Pathfinders make their way to get rooms they pass through the courtyard.
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Passing through the courtyard
The profusion of flowers planted around this lovely courtyard fills the air with an enchanting fragrance. An oaken door to the north is the obvious entrance to the inn, while south are the broad doors of a stable. Wooden gates allow egress to west and east, and a roofed well lies at the east end of the main court.

As you enter the inn community room you are greeted by Rosh. Rosh, a slow-witted, mute young man serves as a modestly skilled smith and stable boy. He signs to you with hand motions and grimaces. His a affliction is apparent, and he leads you to the common room.

Common room
Dark oaken tables, chairs and benches fill this comfortable, L-shaped common room, and the faint odors of tobacco and ale permeate the air. Narrow windows with panes of smoked glass along the north and south walls allow some light into this welcoming space.
A old matronly woman clad in peasant clothing and an apron sits at the centermost table of this room. Her voluminous white hair is piled atop her head and secured in a conservative bun. She wears a red scarf about her neck and a wry smile on her face. This is Addas Grymble, eldest of the three sisters who run this establishment.
"Greetings. I hope your travels have found you well here. Will you be needing rooms? What brings you to these parts?"

Im going to need bluff checks.

I wander in with the group, looking around in wonder, Stripes at my feet still trying to get his land legs back, happy to be on land and dry. Acting as pompous and arrogant as I have know merchants to be I respond "Addas, is it? Yes, my group and I will need rooms for the next day or so, and possibly some food. We are on a trading expedition, and after the rougher than usual seas, we are glad to be on dry land."

bluff(lying): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14
Lynn saunters forward to the table and folds her arms, "Our travels have been acceptable i suppose. My crew and I were attacked by a dreadful river drake on our way and require lodging for the night while we assure all of our wares are accounted for and not damaged. How much is it for a room?"

She leaned into the table a bit attempting to show an apparent exhaustion from the trip. Looking to Ironleaf as if she had spoke out of turn an act of course, but she played it off all the same.

Aid Another Bluff: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1 +2 on Lynn's check if result is over 10

"Yeah, what they said. Any food?" Selmy mumbles nodding at Ironleaf and Lynn as he strides up beside them. He crosses his arms and tries mostly to stay out of the way while the others talk.

Bluff (Act like a lousy guest--okay, it's not really acting.): 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (20) - 2 = 18 Figures.

Exasperated at how long this is all taking Agirran pushes up to the front. "'What brings you to these parts?' The need for a damn bed that's what brings me to these parts. See grandma some people work for a living rather than suckin' down mint juleps, and complainin' about passin' their vapors. You got beds for rent? I got coin. Let's leave it at that. It save's me time yappin' and gives you old biddies more to speculate about."

Sence Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

"Merchants you say! Good thing you were able to fend off that river drake then. You may have free reign at my inn, I hopes it meets your needs. Business has been slow, all the farmers and shepherds who frequent our inn are off to Xer for a major market day. We have a single guest room at 5sp a night. We have a fine guest room that fits three for 3gp a night. At last we have a lavish guest room for 5gp per night." As she waits for your reply she looks around at the party.

"Sisters.!"she yells out.

Two woman walk out from the kitchen. Eugenia wears a yellow scarf around her neck, a common garment among Pahmet dwarves. Gap-toothed Tarsi speaks up "You must be hungry! Look how skinny you are!" she looks around at the party. " We are canning fruit and making jam, and also have a nice beef stew cooking on the fire if you are hungry."

The sisters look at the party."We will take you to your rooms."

Let me know what kind of rooms you would like. I will put you where you decide.

Smiling in greeting to Rosh, and offering his hand to shake the poor boy, Marius gladly follows him to the common room. Hand firmly on Curze's neck, to keep the tiger from trouble, he keeps an eye out for anything suspicious. Marius looks at Agirran with his now habitual eye roll. It was ironic that he moaned about 'yappin' yet was the one that had said the most so far.

"Forgive my fellow guard, he is just tetchy after the Drake ambush. We go to the Worldwound Ma'am and would only need to stay a night we hope. Sleeping on deck hurts your back after a while."

BLuff: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

Sulmoro maintains the proper distance and quiet demeanor of a guard, a duty he has been tasked with before, while the events unfold. He nods along with the others bluff choices and watching the situation with his hand always near his sheathed blade.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 2

Speaking up he states "Food does sound like a welcome gift. As far as rooms I prefer to be near Miss Lynn but I can lay my head anywhere."

"Any place is better than that boat, and Stripes here is happy outside. I am more interested in a decent meal and warm fire"

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

perc: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21 I was putting stuff in ()'s cause kitsune bards get bonus's on lying and diplomacy to gather info XD

Lynn looks to those who entered the room, her eyes narrow a bit as if she tasted something bad. "I would think we shall go with two of the three guest rooms, that should fit everyone in our group. As for food that would be lovely, I would like a bowl of that stew if at all possible when it is done."

She would bow to the sisters and take their offer on being escorted to the rooms.

perception: 1d20 ⇒ 14

"Forgive my fellow guard, he is just tetchy after the Drake ambush."

Agirran regards the dwarf. He didn't seem all that tetchy to Agirran. The fop's just bein' racist.

Lynn looks to those who entered the room, her eyes narrow a bit as if she tasted something bad. "I would think we shall go with two of the three guest rooms, that should fit everyone in our group...."

Agirran grunts in the affirmative.

"I've got the cargo." Agirran says picking up any bags. He turns to Reinhart and adds: "Pick up the bill, Junior."

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Smiling Politely to the sisters, faltering only slightly at the old man's jibe at him, Marius steps forwards and pay the bill for the rooms instructed by their 'employer' Lynn. Taking his time to look over the Three sisters as he busies himself with the bill and collecting the room keys, Marius steps back from them and whistles sharply for Curze to heel, noticing the Tiger was about to wander.

"These rooms seem perfect, my thanks."

"Regular old room works for me." Selmy grunts, placing 5sp on the counter and waiting to be shown the room.

"Food sounds great too, 'ppreciate it."

Eugenia leads the Pathfinders to their room.
"How long will you be staying? If you have not all ready paid I will need payment upfront."

The double bed in this more finely appointed bedchamber has a rich quilt and fat pillows. It comfortably sleeps two or three Medium occupants.

Before leaving Eugenia speaks up.
"We allow overnight guest the use of our guest den. If that is all I will leave you to your rooms."

Let me know where you want to go first. Stables, Kitchen, odds and ends, innkeepers room, baths.

"I have already paid your dear sister Madame, and we should only be the night, we have pressing business and should not tarry long." Marius says with an easy smile as they are lead to their rooms. Checking the place and dumping his backpack, carrying only the essentials, the Hunter takes his leave to take a bath, having stayed days on a boat and feeling in sore need of one.

"My companion shall cause no trouble I shall keep him close." he informs the sisters, though he is not entirely sure whether he means Curze or Agirann. With a whistle, the Tiger follows and Marius makes his way to the bath house.

Finally in the room, I am happy to remove my backpack and stretch. However, I hear not only my stomach grumble, but Stripe's as well. Stooping down, I cup his head in my hands and say: "I know, time to eat. I will let you out to hunt and forage as you desire. Me? I need human food, sorry. Keep and eye on things outside as well, please?" I scratch his head one more time, and then lead him outside where he runs off looking for his meal.

perc: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Lynn entered the room, and nodded her approval, "We should just be one night to check all of our goods and to make sure we are ready to leave off tomorrow, if it takes more time rest assured you will recieve further payment." She tossed her small pack on the bed.

"How much will a meal be tonight?"

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

"And I paid as well. Thanks fer use of your den, ma'am, much appreciated, just might make use of that after all." Once they are shown to the rooms Selmy will check out the kitchen, looking for food, and any clues that might assist them in their mission.

Do we have a map?

Marius makes his way to the baths.
Bathroom
Two large claw-footed tubs flank the replace in this bathroom. Several metal buckets sit by the fire for heating water that’s drawn from the well in the courtyard.

Eugenia answers Lynn,"Help your self to the stew or make your way to the kitchen for anything else."

Selmy makes his way to the kitchen.
Kitchen
A tasty stew bubbles in a large black cauldron in the fireplace, and the counters are covered with bushels of cherries and apples in varying stages of being made into jam and canned. Barrels and casks of various spirits are found here along with mugs and other tableware.

Agirran feel free to catch up. Everyone else , what are you doing?

After seeing Stripes run off to find a tasty morsel or two to eat, I make my way down to the kitchen and join the others in a meal. After looking at the tasty stew I silently cast [u]DETECT POISON[/u] to make sure that it is safe to eat, least our hosts slip something in it possibly thinking that we may not be who we say we are or something else. I do the same to a mug of Ale. If they are safe to consume, I dig in.

Slide 3 Selmy

Stepping into the bath room, Marius calls Curze in and orders the Tiger to guard whilst he soaks and cleans the dirt of the road from his skin. Their dwarf ally warned them not to get too nosey until darkness falls and so he decides to do just that. Paranoia wins though as he searches to ensure there are no tricks in the room to see him captured like their envoys. As the Crusader heats the water in the flames, he takes the opportunity to examine the place.

perception, take 10: 10 + 6 = 16

"Curious." he sighs as he spies the scratch marks and carefully
Lifts the tub to check the door underneath. Filling the other tub in case, Marius takes the time to soak and scrub the dirt of travel from his skin before telling his allies of his discovery.

perception: 1d20 ⇒ 2

"Gonna go see a man about a horse." He growls and then leaves the cramped room (which pretty much describes nearly any room with him in it).

Agirran wanders the common areas for a bit and then heads out to the stables Family Circus style.

Ironleaf it's safe to eat.

Stables
An expansive smithy is set up in the west end of the stable, one corner of it occupied by a small cot and a neat pile of clothing. To the east stretch a number of stalls for horses and other animals.

You notice a mount and and riding accoutrements are missing. The southeasternmost stall contains an unbroken mare that snorts, whinnies, and stamps its hooves restlessly.

Agirran are you going to investigate the horse and other stalls? What is everyone else doing?.

After eating, I do what I can to meet up with/gather the group together to plan our next step(s), find out what they have learned, whatnot. It may even require me acting as a "merchant" with them to maintain our cover.

Lynn will check around the room a bit more before going to check out the odds and ins of this place.

Before going too far Agirran casts detect magic before walking in stable doors. Once inside he gives the place a superficial once over, starting near the northern side and working his way back.

perception: 1d20 ⇒ 12

Agirran "stalls". He kicks hay, walks to the end of the boathouse for horses, turns and heads back toward the smithy. And then drops his concentration on the spell.

He opens all the empty stalls before opening the one with the horse in it.

Agirran carefully inspects all the stalls before going to the horse. He doesn't find anything unusual in the empty stalls. Just some hay and horse poop, the aroma fills the air with a pungent smell. He stops at the stall with the horse in it and opens the door. When he opens the door a rain of debris falls on him. Some rocks and a few logs hit him.

Trap: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 4) = 5

Even through this debris his detect magic spell gives him a feeling about the horse. This horse is actually only a figment created by a permanent image spell. The horse is an illusion. Kicking through the hay you know there is something g there, but can't seem to find it.

You can't seem to pinpoint why that illusionary horse is there although you know it's there as a distraction. Maybe somebody with better perception can find something.

"Ow." Agirran says ironically.

He takes 20 some time to thoroughly toss the stall before heading back.

Sulmoro checks with Lynn if she needed anything before proceeding to grabbing a small bite to eat. When there was nothing interesting in the kitchen he took to the courtyard for a breath of fresh air.

Selmy spends some time eating, letting the others wander before he attempts to join them. When Marius informs them of the trap door in his room he raises an eyebrow.

"Think we should open it now, or see if we can find anything else?" He asks the hunter.

"Well, has anyone else found anything? If so, maybe there are more things to explore? If not, that may be our best lead."

Ate you opening it and checking it out or are you exploring more?

I think we are going to open and explore it.

Ironleaf no one has actually said yet that they want to open it, Selmy asked but no one answered in the affirmative.

Ironleaf no one has actually said yet that they want to open it, Selmy asked but no one answered in the affirmative.

Wrong. If you look above me, the GM specifically asked (and basically restated) what Selmy has asked. I responded, since no one else has taken the time to do so. Make a decision, move the story forward, things like that. Next time, maybe, offer an actual possible course of action instead of just a complaint.

Do t worry. I'll update when everyone gives me a definite decision.

Anything after a couple of minutes of looking?

im waiting to see what happens in the ins and outs... other than that i guess i owe sul a small post but i was just going to throw it on top of my respinse to the thibg i was checking out

Lynn my apologies, ins and outs is for something else. I mistakenly put that in my post.

in that case i guess lynn will check out the inkeepers room?

Sulmoro walks back to the room after enjoying the fresh night air and watching for anything suspicious. He heads back to the room and sees Marius. After asking what was on weighing on him he spoke.

"Once we get at least a few back here we can take a look. It is kind of suspicious, no?" he says to Marius and the others that had shown up already.

Lynn goes to check out the innkeepers room.

The three Grymble sisters share this room, which they keep securely locked with an average lock. Inside is a pair of comfortable beds and the sisters’ clothing. On the mantle of the replace is a shrine to the living god. A letter with an unbroken seal lies on the nightstand. The missive is from someone named Holy Ahendile, who commends the sisters for their dedication and fervor in "executing your sacred function.”

Agirran thoroughly tosses the stalls. In doing so he finds a hay covered trap door where the illusionary horse was.

Agirran I will put you where the trap door is. Let me know what you're doing.

Having returned refreshed from his Bath, Marius lays out his findings as he meticulously comba his blond hair, sighing in contentment at the sensation of feeling cleaned and groomed once more. Throwing on a fresh tunic and trousers before buckling on his armour. Pondering he turns to Sulmoro.

"It does seem strange they hide such a thing beneath the bath. If it were just a linen store surely it would be visible and easy to access?" he sighs again, this time in frustration. "We should certainly investigate once everyone has returned and we can ensure we won't be followed. Curze can stay on guard in the bathroom."

Assuming he makes it back to the guest hall uninterrupted, folks find him leaning against a door jam, a bit of hay stuck in the corner of his mouth like it was a fancy cigarette holder.

"Took you long enough Junior." Agirran says having returned from stables after redistributing the hay over the trapdoor again. Hay sticks out of his hair and fur vest at odd angles. "Should we take a few minutes before following you back in?"

Once everyone is near Agirran quietly explains that they should follow him out to "check on the horses." He'll wait until everyone arrives though as he hates explaining things more than once.