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Jalak nervously approaches the old human in hopes of getting a closer look at the tome.The old man looks up at you as you approach. He takes a final swallow of ale out of his flagon. "Can I help you young man?" He offers a hand to shake. "My name is Yargos Gill. Perhaps you've heard of me?"
"Oh...uhmm...sorry" responds Jalak while looking down.
"Its just that...uhmm...in all this...uhmm...choas" Jalak slowly continues swinging his arm wide around him.
"You manage to read. My...uhmm...curiosity about what tome could be so intriguing?"
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Jalak nervously approaches the old human in hopes of getting a closer look at the tome.The old man looks up at you as you approach. He takes a final swallow of ale out of his flagon. "Can I help you young man?" He offers a hand to shake. "My name is Yargos Gill. Perhaps you've heard of me?""Oh...uhmm...sorry" responds Jalak while looking down.
"Its just that...uhmm...in all this...uhmm...choas" Jalak slowly continues swinging his arm wide around him.
"You manage to read. My...uhmm...curiosity about what tome could be so intriguing?"
"Why wouldn't I be into this volume? I man, given the amount of time it takes to not only write in such a tome, but to illuminate the manuscript? Someone wanted it read in the future, especially since someone thought the information contained within be so valuable to take the time to do it! As for here? Where else can I get a good drink and great atmosphere?"
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You think you can dance, huh? We'll try this catchy toon!
Quint raises his hands in submission as he listens to her play: I never claimed to be a dancer my lady. Certainly nothing I learned as a school lad could do your music justice. I'm a simple admirer. I'd like to hear you play more if it pleases you?
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You think you can dance, huh? We'll try this catchy toon!Quint raises his hands in submission as he listens to her play: I never claimed to be a dancer my lady. Certainly nothing I learned as a school lad could do your music justice. I'm a simple admirer. I'd like to hear you play more if it pleases you?
Janira finishes her ditty before responding.
"Thank you for your admiration. I was just trying to get you into a festive and joyous mood. I mean, its a wonderful night, libations are flowing, why not? Honest question now, what brings you here to the Wounded Wisp tonight?"
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"So yer a sorta 'retail inquisitor'? Coo' mate." The Dragon Hunter flips a chair backwards and takes a seat leaning over the slat back.
"Not really, and Inquisitor is who I am, shop owner is what I do. I know what you are thinking: boring, right? Well, no. All to often something unusual, mysterious, or downright deadly crosses my store, and I can have as much fun with those objects as anything else. And, of course, the temple is nearby where I offer my services on a regular bases."
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"Thank you for your admiration. I was just trying to get you into a festive and joyous mood. I mean, its a wonderful night, libations are flowing, why not? Honest question now, what brings you here to the Wounded Wisp tonight?"
Quint only hesitates a moment, An errand actually. My friends and I were sent to retrieve an item for a person I'd rather not reveal. Quint is friendly but evasive. He tries not to lie but doesn't reveal who sent him or what they were sent to retrieve. A petty task I know, but such is the state of things sometimes. Quint offers her a familiar wink.
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"Thank you for your admiration. I was just trying to get you into a festive and joyous mood. I mean, its a wonderful night, libations are flowing, why not? Honest question now, what brings you here to the Wounded Wisp tonight?"Quint only hesitates a moment, An errand actually. My friends and I were sent to retrieve an item for a person I'd rather not reveal. Quint is friendly but evasive. He tries not to lie but doesn't reveal who sent him or what they were sent to retrieve. A petty task I know, but such is the state of things sometimes. Quint offers her a familiar wink.
"There are no petty tasks. Never. When a task seems easy is when it gets the most difficult. Be on your guard."
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"Not really, and Inquisitor is who I am, shop owner is what I do. I know what you are thinking: boring, right? Well, no. All to often something unusual, mysterious, or downright deadly crosses my store, and I can have as much fun with those objects as anything else. And, of course, the temple is nearby where I offer my services on a regular bases."
"So yer a sorta 'retail inquisitor'? Coo' mate." The Dragon Hunter flips a chair backwards and takes a seat leaning over the slat back.
"'Fun?' I don't think I'm catchin' yer banter mate."
Among the brick-a-brak on the tavern wall, Buzzwinkle finds a moose head.
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"'Fun?' I don't think I'm catchin' yer banter mate.""Not really, and Inquisitor is who I am, shop owner is what I do. I know what you are thinking: boring, right? Well, no. All to often something unusual, mysterious, or downright deadly crosses my store, and I can have as much fun with those objects as anything else. And, of course, the temple is nearby where I offer my services on a regular bases."
"So yer a sorta 'retail inquisitor'? Coo' mate." The Dragon Hunter flips a chair backwards and takes a seat leaning over the slat back.
"You don't find the gathering of unique, pretty, and/or dangerous objects fun? You don't like trying to find out where they came from, their story? You don't like hiding away those items which shouldn't be out in the world at large, keeping them for yourself or the Temple? Huh."
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"Why wouldn't I be into this volume? I man, given the amount of time it takes to not only write in such a tome, but to illuminate the manuscript? Someone wanted it read in the future, especially since someone thought the information contained within be so valuable to take the time to do it! As for here? Where else can I get a good drink and great atmosphere?"
"Oh, I see." says Jalak looks around the room once more doubting the atmosphere would be conductive to the learning process.
Jalak continues nervously "uhmm...so what subject does the tome cover?"
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"Why wouldn't I be into this volume? I man, given the amount of time it takes to not only write in such a tome, but to illuminate the manuscript? Someone wanted it read in the future, especially since someone thought the information contained within be so valuable to take the time to do it! As for here? Where else can I get a good drink and great atmosphere?""Oh, I see." says Jalak looks around the room once more doubting the atmosphere would be conductive to the learning process.
Jalak continues nervously "uhmm...so what subject does the tome cover?"
"Welcome Constantine, Priest of Abadar. This book here? Well, it probably wouldn't interest you. It chronicles one of the bards in the Vorash campaign many hundreds of years ago. While the bard was conscripted into the standing army at the time, his take on what happened has proved quite illuminating. So, what brings you" he looks at Jalak, "and you" looking at Constantine to this establishment tonight?"
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"Be on your guard."
Quint is a little startled by this last statement. He just figured he and the others were just playing errand-boy, for an eccentric Venture Captain. Janira's words however, incited caution. Thank you again for your performance Janira, it was lovely. I will also heed your other words and endeavor to remain alert. With that, Quint excuses himself and returns to the bar area whence he came. This time however, Quint carefully observes every patron and interaction in the Wisp.. trying to pick up some clue of what Janira, may have been talking about.
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"I can't say I'm familiar with the subject, but I've grown to enjoy history in most forms of late," Constantine replies. "I was recently instructed by the higher members of the local clergy to join the Pathfinder Society, in order to improve the church's relations with the organization. It has made me appreciate lost and esoteric knowledge all the more. The Society has some flaws in how it operates regarding the confines of the law, but that is just one thing I hope to bring about change in."
"In fact, we are here on their business. I likely should not disclose the exact nature of our 'mission,' but between you and me, it seems a bit trivial for a full complement of agents."
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I know that a half orc is created when an ambitious human wants to gain more martial prowess. If he can find, and capture an orc and then inject 3 doses of orc blood into his own blood, for 27 days straight. then his body starts to take o some of the same attributes of the orc which he took the blood samples from.
Most of the time this manifests as added strength, or durability. but some who try are shocked to find that, in such cases where the orc was a shaman or pursued other, more intellectual paths, that they unlock a portion of wisdom that was unknown to them before.
I suppose I could understand the appeal for some..... But I dont think that I could ever do that to something. lock it up and force these experiments... It just seems a bit barbaric to me. I suppose if one could find an orc who was willing to share its blood... but I find that rather unlikely.
As for what brings me to the Wounded Wisp... Well I have been tasked with retrieving a most important package for a venture captain. He was otherwise unable to spirit himself away from his current mission and logically tasked a group of new pathfinders with the simple task of retrieving it for him. That is not to say that our mission is any less important. We are being tested! sometimes even the most mundane tasks can be enlightening as to the capacity with which those tasked with it perform as a group. I hope to prove that I am at least worthy to be a pathfinder. I wasn't so sure about it when they told me I was to begin training... I only thought that I may be of some use to them.
I train birds you see. I was sure that an organization as reputable as the pathfinder society was always in need of a good falconer. I suppose they saw something else in me, and, if it puts some food on the table, I am not going to complain one bit.
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GM NOTE: Please place your icon on SLIDE 3 PART 2 in the upper portion of the Ruined Chamber room, where Heryn Gale's icon is located. Some players and/or their pets may be forced to fit back into the stairwell, and that is ok. Buzzwinkle is stuck outside the the Wounded Wisp and won't be joining in.
As you have spent some time drinking and getting to know the more important (famous) of the guests tonight in the Wounded Wisp, Heryn Gale's replacement finally arrives to take over her shift tending the bar. She gathers you up "Adventurers looking to get the bottle of wine from the storehouse, come and follow me," and leads you behind the bar to the stairs leading down to the basement.
A set of wooden stairs descends from the main floor into this tightly packed storeroom. Barrels, boxes, and crates of assorted foodstuffs and drink garnishes are pushed against the walls or under the stairs. Coming to a fissure in the floor, Heryn stops and informs you:
"This happened during the quake of 4698. We've been meaning to get it repaired, but we haven't had the time to do so. So, all we have is this wooden plank to get across. Take your time and be careful."
Quint stops the group before they make their way across. Taking a good look at the "bridge" he notices that it is in a very poor state of repair. Jalek confirms this assessment. The chasm is far enough across that jumping would be foolish at best, and deep enough that a fall would hurt, but probably not kill, anyone.
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Among the brick-a-brak on the tavern wall, Buzzwinkle finds a moose head.Heryn points to the moose. "Your mount needs to stay outside. This is a reputable establishment, now."
"Technically 'e's not mine. 'E jest sort o' follows me around. And I certainly don't ride 'im."
He returns to his conversation.
"You don't find the gathering of unique, pretty, and/or dangerous objects fun? You don't like trying to find out where they came from, their story? You don't like hiding away those items which shouldn't be out in the world at large, keeping them for yourself or the Temple? Huh."
"Most o' the things I study, I leave in their natural habitat's dangerous or no, the way Gozreh intended."
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Constantine surveys the gap, listening to Haana's idea. "Perhaps, but that seems like a plan only to be utilized should you fall. It may, however, make you the most suitable candidate for attempting a jump. We could lower a rope if you fail, no harm done. But what would you do on the other side, to help the rest cross?"
Buzzwinkle kicks at and gores the door to the tavern demanding his ale and free, fresh peanuts.
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Mmm, that plank doesn't look too stable. Maybe we should use my handy grappling hook and rope?
Drukpa looks to see if there is a suitable target on the far side that the grappling hook could attach to.
While you don't see anything specific to attack a grappling hook to, what you do see is that the board is damaged and unsafe, it might just be easier to get another plank...
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That's a great idea Quint! I'm a lucky girl to get to go on my first mission with all of you! I don't know if I am cut out for this but I will try my best to keep up. Does anyone have a rope for our decisive friend at the bottom of this hole?
While Haana doesn't find a single plank, she does notice several wine and spirit crates and boxes that, when reduced to planks and added to support the current one, should be able to support the group, if they went slow, and one at a time.
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"Reckless action will only lead to dire consequences," Constantine reminds Ierwin, hoping he does not sound too stern. Regardless, he pulls out a curative wand and taps the human with it. "Perhaps we should get Heryn's permission to carry out this plan, even if it is beneficial to her as well."
She will allow it.
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I have a grappling hook so perhaps there's something it can be attached to? If not, I will wrap one end of the rope around myself to belay him as he climbs up.
You aren't certain what is sturdy enough on this side of the room to risk tying the rope to anything there. Thankfully, as strong as you are, you are able to pull Ierwin up by yourself.
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Drukpa happily slaps Ierwin on the back, relieved to have rescued his new friend. The force of the blow is almost enough to knock Ierwin back into the chasm, but Drukpa catches him just in time. Embarrassed, Drukpa nervously tries to distract everyone from his blundering. "So, um, did you find any signs of dragons down there? I hope we can meet a dragon during our mission. I'm a dragon too, dontcha know, but I've got a lot to learn, a lot to learn, or at least that's what Ole Granpappy always tole me, so if you've got any tips about being a dragon, why I sure would 'preciate 'em!"
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Quint is surprised the resourceful young woman finds something to re-enforce the bridge so Quickly. Never-the-less Quint rolls up his sleeves and quickly begins breaking up old wine boxes and gathering together suitable planks to re-enforce the bridge. As repair work
Is progressing Quint helps by passing along planks straighting nails and occasionally inspecting the underside of the bridge. Hope this works. Quint says to no one in particular.
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Quint is surprised the resourceful young woman finds something to re-enforce the bridge so Quickly. Never-the-less Quint rolls up his sleeves and quickly begins breaking up old wine boxes and gathering together suitable planks to re-enforce the bridge. As repair work
Is progressing Quint helps by passing along planks straighting nails and occasionally inspecting the underside of the bridge. Hope this works. Quint says to no one in particular.** spoiler omitted **
Why are you assuming in the first place? Just do it.
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Haana notices a sudden shift in Drukpa's demeanor.
Don't be so down on yourself my scaly friend! Maybe carpentry just isn't your thing. You do look awfully strong though! you could lend us a hand by straightening the nails that we pull out of these old wine cases! You are surely better at that than I am!
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Jalak watches with a concerned look on his face as his comrades attempt to stabilize the bridge, especially when it looks like they can barely capable of staying out of the pit.
He goes to say something but at the last minute he realizes he has nothing to say or contribute to the situation. He takes a moment and analyze the problem. He could dimensional slide across the pit, but he was unsure if that would help his comrades back on the other side. Maybe it give them someone to throw the grappling hook too?
Jalak goes to suggest this possible solution to the group, but nervousness over comes him at the last second and goes quiet. If his confirmation taught him anything sometimes one just had to act. With the decision made Jalak walks to the edge of the pit and attempts to teleport across.
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Drukpa looks up and sees that Jalak is on the other side. Oh great, how are we gonna get all these nails pulled out so we can repair the bridge if Jalak is over there? Adventuring is harder than I expected... ”Hey, Jalak, my friend, take this rope so you can come back across and help us repair the bridge so we can cross over to where you are!” Drukpa tosses the rope with the grappling hook across to Jalak.