PBP[PFS] #5-04 The Stolen Heir Table 2

Game Master Valeron De Stinzite

Need to see if green down for actions.

@Obo: true that, sorry! Then Zhatara moves towards the next nearest brigand and applies her mesmerizing magic on him

The Pathfinder attack. Two bandits are killed instantly with their coordinated efforts.

As the second one does you can hear the two inside yell.
”We give up. We surrender. “ the sound of their crossbows dropping can be heard.

Jarat mumbles something about not getting to hit anything, but he acquiesces to the surrender. "Fools."

"Took you long enough but we accept your surrender. Now, listen to me and try to use that small brain of yours to understand what I'm saying: Where is the girl? Where is Thalia Andares? Answer and we shall spare your life... lie... and I will know. I have ways to make you talk anyway, and then we kill you... slowly and painfully" Zhatara says in a conversational, almost cheerful tone.

Intimidate check: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

”Come now listen to my friend here. Answer the questions”

Diplomacy: 10 + 13 = 23

Truddig moves up to join the others, and simply glares at the bandits. He's got nothing to add but his presence, but he tries to make that alone worthwhile.

Aid, Diplomacy/Intimidate: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (10) - 3 = 7

”We don’t know. Please, if you let us return to Galt we will never return. Our employer Enderios knows more. He’s inside.”

"Ah! Why should we believe you? This seems like the perfect set up for a trap..."

"If they think to trap us, they have overestimated their chances," Jarat suggests. "I think they are, as common parlance would say, giving up their boss in order to save their... I forget the fleshy term you use." Skin, hide, etc.

"Enderios, is he on the first floor? How many others of you are there?"

Obo scowls at the defeated bandits. You should tell us all you know, then maybe you will be able to return home.

Auto aid on diplomacy

"Yes, please tell us more about Enderios."

Diplomacy, aid: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (5) - 3 = 2

”Enderios is inside. He will tell you more. That is all I know.”

Jarat and Wolf head inside to look for this Enderios, irked that the others are spending so much time with the help when the quarry was further on.

Obo heads inside with Jarat.

Let's get this done.

Continuing on.

The burnt husk of the house has settled such that all of the damaged walls have already collapsed, but the stone walls of the main hall remain sturdy.

Thalia, a fair-featured human woman in her thirties with curly black hair and a fashionable sky-blue Andoren dress, sits on the lowest stairs with her hands tied before her and her captor Almant Enderios holding the other end of the 30-foot-long rope. Despite having been kept prisoner for a number of days in less-than-comfortable conditions, Thalia is in good spirits and is still healthy;

Enderios stands guard with his sword drawn but lowered. He is an olive-skinned young man in a long red woolen coat.

Enderios is unfriendly and demands in a thick Galtan accent ”Why are you attacking?

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

Jarat and Wolf head down the stairs. He looks at Enderios, and gives Wolf a heel command. "The father sent us to get her. Hand her over and no more blood need be spilled."

"We are attacking, as you so eloquently put it, because you kidnapped this lady. Now, you can surrender and we can be merciful, or you can be foolish and then you can be dead..."

Intimidation check: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

Aryxis walks up to the front of the team and tilts his head in the direction of the speakers...

"What they said!

Truddig follows, keeping his bow at the ready, but lets the other lead the interrogation. He'd only screw things up. He lets his powerful stance and seasoned handling of his weapon demonstrate that there's a backbone to the threats Zhatara is making.

Intimidate, aid: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (2) - 3 = -1

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

Unlikely she was right here the whole time. Did he keep her in that basement? "Thalia, isn't it?" Laiashi asks the woman, ignoring Enderios for now. 'Are you ok? Your father sent us, we're here to help."

Perception 1: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33
Perception 2: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (17) + 13 = 30

As my fiends have mentioned we have been sent here to recover the lady you have taken however I suspect all is not as it seems. Obo turns his large luminescent eyes on to Thalia, Tell us lady, have you truly been kidnapped, or is there more going on here. While we are working with your father we are members of the Pathfinder Society. if you confide in us then perhaps we can help deal with this situation.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27

”I am detaining an escaped fugitive from the Red Revolution at the request of myemployer, who has insisted on remaining uninvolved for security reasons.”
Thalia attempts to intervene by shouting, “Stop! It’s just a misunderstanding! Tell Enderios who I am. No need for violence.”

”Releasing her without material compensation for my efforts would place me in an even worse situation, having spent time and resources to pull off a kidnapping that now would not pay the bills.” He adds.
”50gp and me and my comrades will abandon the contract and prepare to return to Galt without Thalia.”

If you made the checks already then feel free to read the spoiler

Diplomacy, aid: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (2) - 3 = -1

Truddig shrugs his shoulders in frustration, trying to think of anything to say to make his case to this kidnapper. "Or take no money and go back to Galt without extortion! Just because the kidnapping failed doesn't mean you get to sub in a new crime!"

Yeah, that diplomacy isn't helping anyone.

Obo sighs at the man. You have not kidnapped an escapee from the revolution, you have kidnapped the daughter of a prominent local here in Abdoran. Your employer has probably lied to you. I suggest you let her go and go home before this debacle gets you into more trouble than you can handle. I understand that the Andares are not the most forgiving lot.

Taking 10 on diplomacy for 21

Jarat similarly is not very diplomatic. His addition to the conversation is "Better to leave with your life, than not to leave at all. No? Can work and make money that way. Throw your life away over fifty gold?"

Well THAT'S embarrassing. "On the bright side, it looks like your capture went well. I'm sure you and your employer can get it all sorted out, but we're going to need her back."

Auto-aid Diplomacy.

"Stop this... just stop. You know this is Andoran, right? And you know this young lady here is the daughter of the local mayor, right? Now... try to use your brain... how could the daughter of an Andoren mayor be a fugitive from the Red Revolution in Galt? I know it might be a difficult question for you but I believe in the deductive power of the tiny grey cells of your brain..."

If Zhatara can take 10 on Diplomacy she gets a score of 21 on the roll

"I seem to be saying this a lot... but you really should listen to my friends here."

Auto Aid Another on Diplomacy

”I will tell you all I know about the kidnapping and the person who hired me so long as I and any of my surviving comrades is allowed to return to Galt.”

Obo nods, I have no issue with that

"There's no need for unnecessary death here today. Tell us what we need to know and I'm sure we can let you go home free."

"Accord. You have our word that we will not hamper your departure so long as you do so and leave peacefully." Jarat nods, and then begins to idly pet Wolf.

"Start talking then"

”It’s a brown-haired Taldan man. I believe some sort of alchemist.”Enderios adds.

I am amenable to accompanying you wherever you go so long as you do not intend to return directly to my father’s home. Don’t forget to check the cellar too. “Thalia chimes in.

”There is an alchemical and tonic shop run by Koriana. She sometimes corresponds with my father. She has an alchemical shop by dead eye crossing.”Thalia looks around at the group as she explains.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19

Of course, we are here to help you. What do you think is in the cellar? asks Obo looking around and muttering a quick detect magic cantrip.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27

Aid another (Diplomacy): 1d4 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13

"The cellar? And why exactly should we do that?"

"It would be really useful if you share what you know with us. Best to know what we are getting ourselves into."

Auto Aid Another on Diplomacy

”There’s nobody down there. I know they stored some valuables down there at one point in time.”

Well then, lets have a look down there. He looks over to the would be kidnapper, care to help us out with whats down there?

Jarat, being blessed with darkvision and a fairly keen eye, descends to the cellars, with wolf in tow.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

Laiashi has darkvision too. Anyone need light?

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

Aryxis, while having good eyesight, cant quite see in the dark like his fellow party members. He pulls a glowing gemstone from his pack, ties it around his neck and proceeds onwards with the rest of the team.

[The group investigated the cellar.

Damp, moldy rafters barely hold up the ceiling of this 15-foot-square cellar, and already the supports sag under the weight of the earth above. The few remaining shelves and wine racks in this room are equally decayed but still support several dozen bottles of decades-old wine of good vintage.

If you succeed at the above check.

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 28
Histroy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

Obo looks around the cellar, quickly spotting the bag with its lockbox.

Looking at the contract, Hmm, it seems this should still be valid. I suspect Lady Morilla might appreciate its return.

"That looks like something that's usueful to possess..." Zhatara comments pointing at the contract.

"And if no-one has anything against it I'll take this for myself..." she concludes, taking up the scroll of seek thoughts.

Aryxis offers the Scroll of Blood Biography to the party before pocketing it if no one takes it.

"Where to next?"

Thalia speaks up, ”Koriana runs an alchemical shop. Perhaps there is a good place to go. I’ll show you.”

Obo nods, OK, lets get on with this. Do you know anything about this alchemist?