[PFC] GM Granta's The Wounded Wisp (#6-10) (Inactive)

Game Master Granta

Althera steps forward to address the priest.

"Sir, we are seeking to pay our respects at the grave of Arkath, he was a friend of a business associate of ours. Yes, our associate is quite long-lived so he knew the man some years ago."

"Can you show us the way, good sir?"

Kavor Doan tries to get a sense of the priest's attitude.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Akter had his arms crossed behind his back. He wasn't the one to talk on these situations; he learned quick that his blunt voice and sarcastic humor were far from being considered friendly or diplomatic. Besides, he wasn't all that fond of religious figures, unless when it refers to the priestesses of Callistria, or the fun preachers of Cayden Caylean.

Kavor Doan knows he is charming and diplomatic, but doesn't want to mess up whatever yarn the sorceress is spinning.

Farlen smiles encouraging at Althera. "Sorry I interupted. Were you going to add something?
"Good sir, my friend here is absolutely correct. We need to pay our respects. It is important and urgent we do so."

aid to diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 1

Tahltria listens as the conversation starts. She was hopeful that Althera would be successful with convincing the priest to let them in. She doubted breaking in to this place would be looked on favourably by higher officials of the Society. Still if they solved this puzzle this trangression might be overlooked.

"Well met. I am guardian for these grounds," the cleric strokes his beard a moment before continuing, "and only congregants of the Eastgate Church of Abadar may access this cemetery. The member families have paid good gold to maintain a private place for their deceased relatives."

The Varisian looks at Althera. While his eyes might confess he's a little tired, his expression is that of urgency. He wasn't really sold in the idea of hurting anyone to get this access - especially not a cleric - but yet they had a mission to be completed. He was about to pull his Society brooch, but holding himself because of the first story told.

Kavor reaches for his coin purse.
"I see. And did the families specify an appropriate donation to visit these grounds? Or is there a way in which we might become congregants? I certainly respect Abadar's jurisdiction over just and fair transactions."

"The Master of the First Vault obviously has a stalwart guardian in you, sir. As my friends have said, our business is rather urgent. We need to verify the contents of some documents that have recently come to light. Any delay will harm our abilities to fulfill certain responPlease, if it will assuage your duty, we are quite willing to make a donation to your church, as my friend has said."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30

EDIT: Now that I've rolled a 20 I'll probably find out he's not amenable to Diplomacy.

Farlen looks disgruntled and pulls out his purse to pay his share of the 'donation'.
He mumbles, "I have paid to see plays and oritors and I understand paying to meet famous people, but this is the first...paying to see dead people. Is there a right roaring circus of dead people in here or what?"

"How much?"

When Tahltria hears Althera mention that they all are willing to donate she wonders just how greedy this priest is going to be. The formalities to get in were beginning to annoy her. Looking around definitely subduing this priest was slowly growing to be a very realistic option. The others wouldn't look favourably on her doing so still if it worked in their favour maybe they would overlook it.

Wow, this could be a disaster. Sense Motive on the elf.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
Probably not good enough to realize that she is truly considering attacking a priest of Abadar, in Absalom, out of frustration.

Kefilwe starts walking into the cemetery, and waves for you to follow him, "While the congregants might not appreciate me allowing strangers on the grounds, Abadar would definitely not appreciate me impeding the verification of important documents. What are you looking for?"

Tahltria relaxes a little when the priest finally starts to come around and she smiles his way when he asks them to follow him.

'Lucky for you.'

"Well, sir, we believe that Arkath was connected some years ago to a woman named Eylysia. She was also connected to our friend. We'd like to uncover more information about any arrangements they made at the time. Perhaps a clue of some kind was interred with him in the mausoleum. Would you be kind enough to show us inside?"

Farlen brightens a little feeling the pinch on his purse lessen.

"Now that right sensible. I might even convert with thinking like that. still mumbling.
He moves on following well back of the good cleric and Althera.

His brain moves on too thinking about what could be hidden with the dead for 100's of years and have some meaning in this instance...a message, a key, maybe a map. It would have to be protected from decay and the elements.

'We will see what we will see.'

"Ah, Arkath . . . I believe he is over here. Please, take a look, but be respectful." The tomb is empty except for a skeleton on a bier.

Althera will cast detect magic and look around the tomb carefully.

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Farlen turns to Tahltria, "I knew elves in Sargava who could always pick out the most relevant of details. I may be presuming a lot, but why don't you take a look at our friend here and see if you can find the secret? I fear it could be anything...a message, a token, a design of his garment, a ring. I really don't know. I will do the same, but I have never had a talent or the patience for this type thing."

Farlen approaches it as a puzzle starting at the feet and working his way up the skeleton looking for anything unusual.

Perception of Arkath's skeleton: 1d20 ⇒ 15

Tahltria nods and begins to look around the tomb carefully.

Is it possible to take 20 here GM? if not here is my roll

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Kavor Doan looks over the room. Was Arkath a dwarf or was he from a race of inferior stonemasons? The wizard contemplates the skeleton briefly.
He will also cast Detect Magic . If he finds an aura, I believe it is Knowledge Arcana for an ongoing spell, or Spellcraft for an item? Either way it is the same modifier.
Knowledge or Spellcraft: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Althera and Kavor do sense magic in the building, emanating from a silver coin that Tahltria finds in Arkath's mouth. Neither she nor the magic users find anything else of note in the mausoleum.

"Ah, what is that you've found?" asks Kefilwe.

"This is a Pathfinder's coin. If placed above a Wayfinder, it will repeat a message - but only once.
I myself have not yet acquired a Wayfinder. Might any of you have one?"

"No. Not sure about any wayfinder."

"Could we borrow the coin, obtain a wayfinder, hear the message and bring the coin back? Or leave the coin with this nice young priest, obtain a wayfinder and comeback and hear the message." "Either way we will need help."

"You seem like honest folk. Give me your word that you will return this coin by tomorrow, and you may take it with you."

"Of course, sir. We promise to return the coin. "

To the others:

"Should we return to the Grand Lodge? I'm not sure where else we might reliably borrow a Wayfinder. "

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"That..or..per..haps..the..Wisp"

"The WISP! A capital idea, elf. There were some fine folks back there."

You return to the Wisp without incident. Who would you like to speak with?

Althera approaches Yargos Gill, whom she spoke with earlier.

"Mr. Gill, I must ask a favor. I must be direct: we recently located a Pathfinder coin, and none of us has a Wayfinder to make use of it. Would you be able to help us?"

"Kavor, if your drinking buddies are still here, perhaps they could lend us a wayfinder for a short period of time?"

Farlen looks around for any other obvious pathfinders who could possibly help without asking too many questions.

"Excellent idea! Where are the Boartusk siblings? They're hard to miss."

"I'm sorry Miss, I don't own a wayfinder. Although I've helped the Society many times, I'm not actually a member." says Yargos.

"A wayfinder?" Shrade looks at Garl, "They don't even give us missions, why would they give us a wayfinder?"

"Well, Shrade, I hope our work here might lead to a mission for you. I'll see what I can do. But first we need a Wayfinder. Have you seen Janira lately?"

"Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle! Kavor, when you went on these other pathfinder excursions there had to be other agents. Do you recognize any body or perhaps persume anyone here is an agent? Short of yelling out, 'does anyone here have a wayfinder?' I wm quickly running out of ideas...Wait a minute, ask the bar keep. They always know their customers. Althera, do you want to give that a try?"

Farlen continues to scan thr crowd for obvious pathfinders.
perception: 1d20 ⇒ 9

"Hmm . . . that talkative little halfling? She was just here a minute ago."

You hear some giggling from behind a closed door, then see Janira walk out, followed by a boy halfling. Seeing you, Janira walks over, "Hello again! How's your first mission going? Great, I hope!"

"So far, we've managed to make progress ma'am, but now find ourselves stuck - might we borrow the use of your wayfinder? We located a pathfinder coin that could have an important lead for us."

"Ooh! A pathfinder's coin? I've heard of those. Of course you can borrow my wayfinder! And here, here's an inkpen and some parchment. I heard the coin only plays the message once."

Althera places the coin above Janira's wayfinder, and the coin spins until it finishes reciting the message, "The path and chamber are complete, hidden behind the nameplate of the requested aspirant and guarded by the word you requested. Fimbrik will add more."

"How exciting," Janira exclaims, "do you know what the message means?"

Hm... Some sort of secret room? Hidden on a tomb, probably keyed to some sort... Password?

Akter seemed to measure his own words. He was actually reciting the phrase he just heard to himself to catch more clues, but wasn't the brightest around.

"The..other..names...may..be..on..the..wall...Let..us..search..there."

You get to the Wall of Names without difficulty, but it then takes a little while to find the names you seek.

Farlen will look over the names again. He will think back to his memory of history lessons as a kid. Past the memories of the pretty girl in the third row.

knowledge history: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

He then relates the information above.

"I think we should return our coin and head the failed aspirants shire."

"Oh, um, yes indeed, that is of course a most significant historical reference. The, er, failed aspirants, of course."
Kavor Doan has no idea. His scholarly studies were too heavily focused on drinking ale ale, hitting things with an axe, and (by Dwarven standards) charming his way through.

At the Wisp:

"Many thanks, mistress Janira. You're a real inspiration to us! We'll be sure to keep a good record of what we find and report back."

As the team moves on:

"I agree, Farlen. It seems that our course is clear."

Althera will gladly return the coin to the cleric along with her thanks for letting the team borrow it.

You return the coin to a grateful Kefilwe, and make your way to the Shrine of the Failed. You find the place empty, as everyone is over at the Starstone Cathedral watching some fool attempt The Test.

It takes some searching, but you eventually find the desired shrine. It contains a small stone altar set upon a raised dais, and bearing a small brass nameplate identifying Karina Clamp and her areas of interest.

Farlen detects magic on the name plate.
"Revealio"
"Where is our rogue to find secret doors? Remind me to buy a scroll for that."
perception on plate: 1d20 ⇒ 4

"No..the..let..ter..from..the..gnome's..house...Where..is..it?..The..words. .on..it..speak..the..word." Tahltria looks to Farlen or Althera her eyes confident that one of these two has the letter or remembers the last words the gnome wrote. Even still she looks at the area close to the nameplate suspicious of a hidden opening.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

"Right you are Tahltria. The word was, I believe, 'Wiffle'."

If nothing happens, Althera will try saying it again a bit louder.

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