(PFS 09-08) GM Dinketry and the Birthright Betrayed #1 (Inactive)

Game Master dinketry

Her pen scratches softly in the pages of her journal as Badriyah captures the names offered by Cincia.

Hearing the lady's concern she follows the others attempts to offer some assurances. "I understand your caution my lady. Every large organization has its share of troubles over time. However, I come from the southern deserts which are full of empty tombs and ruins. Ancient history and knowledge lost to thieves and despots. I assure you my desire to join the Pathfinders was to help preserve the worlds knowledge and history and to make it available to scholars and students rather than see it despoiled and lost forever."

She adds her expression thoughtful and serious, "And I'm sure we will do our best to be discreet in our inquiries and not make any accusations without solid evidence at hand."

Rasvelg works for me.

Yup, Lovissa's fine with Rasvelg first.

Giovanni stands to make for the door. We'll investigate with Rasvelg first, if there are no other arguments.

We should make our way to the docks.

"Very well, Giovanni! Let's get to work."

Lovissa bows to Cincia and bids her farewell before leaving.

Provided that the curator doesn't have any significantly useful answers that might change their first destination, Amelia will give Cincia a deep bow before leaving to follow the others to the docks.

And Lovissa would like the list of stuff he stole before we leave as well.

Badriyah, please give me a Knowledge Local or Diplomacy check. Lady Finley, please give me a Diplomacy or Bluff check. Amelia, please give me a Diplomacy check.

"The customs by which one must follow vary from town to town, is there anything we should know to stay on the proper side of the guard? If it were known we were working for you, would it be beneficial or harmful to the museum? If we meet with the local magistrate, would she be willing to work with us in finding information about the Earl, or at least give us pardon to investigate?"

Cincia looks askance at Amelia. "I don't think it matters if the general public finds out that the Pathfinders are working for the museum - your reputation in that area is well-established. Asking around about the earl's misdeeds to random people would be reckless and possibly earn you an expulsion from the town, or perhaps even a challenge to a duel. Follow the common law; that's the best way to stay on the friendly side of the guards, who are decent fellows, by-and-large."

The curator smiles as she adds: "And Magistrate Tantriano? She's a sweetheart, but she doesn't suffer fools. Let her know you're working with me - we are good friends. Tell her a joke if you want to impress her, but make sure it's a decent joke....she's got a wicked sense of humour! Now give me a second to make a list of items dislocated from our collection for you, Pathfinder Halenbane." Cincia gets up and exits using her cane, leaving you to speak alone. She returns soon after with a folded piece of paper.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Yeesh, my rolls have been abysmal lately.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

Looks like my dice 'luck' is just a bad Amelia.

"Well Cincia, I too have my... hrmmm... reservations about working with Pathfinders, but to date my experience has been.... hrmmm... mostly positive... myesss."

He stands tall and adopts a very serious face. "But trust is earned! And if I expect you to trust my abilities, I must too trust you. I am well aware of the importance of lineage and the desire to... hrmmm... omit aspects as it were. As I said, I am the son of Marcus Vultulus Fantailler, and heir to the Fantailler estate, which is true. However, this only true since my father has no legitimate heir."

He waits for an audible gasp which clearly does not come. "My mother is not my father's wife... a detail which I always omit but will never deny. Furthermore, the... circumstances of my... erm... existance... are... hrmm..." He struggles to find a way to politely state his true lineage. Finally he sighs. Within a moment, standing before the assembled party is an light orange furred fox-like humanoid in Marcus's full ceremonial Taldan garb.

"...as seen." His ears twitch for a bit before he shifts back to his human guise.

Diplomacy + Ceremonial Armor: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 7 + 2 = 15

"Sensitive issues such as these are second nature to me and will be handled with all due... discretion."

"Ha!" Lovissa exclaims. "You look amazing with fur! Conditions such as yours are often considered good omens in the far north." Clapping him on the back, Lovissa adds, "Still, your life is your own."

"Thank you," Lovissa remarks when she receives the list.

Cincia looks non-plussed at the sight of the posh Fantailler scion transforming into a kitsune. "So....you can keep secrets," she states, choosing her words slowly. "That's good to know."

As you are leaving the museum, Cincia hurries with her cane to intercept Badriyah. "Pathfinder Hameedah," she begins, "I must say it was a pleasure to meet you and I hope that you might be able to return to shed light on the stories of your homelands and their noble histories. Farewell."

GM roll: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

Sense Motive: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (10) - 1 = 9 I choose to believe that the unrevealed spoiler says 'she digs me.'

Marcus merely shrugs.

"Hrmmm not secrets as it were... I understand and respect both the intricacies of lineage and the efforts many keep to conceal it."

He smiles and mimes sealing his lips before he continues. "But if secret keeping is something which concerns you, then rest assured I shall see to it that no knowledge we obtain will depart my lips without considerable forethought as to the ramifications."

He gives a short bow. "Shelyn's blessings upon you and your museum. May her beauty show through in all of your displays."

On the way out he gives a salute to General Armisant's portrait.

"...On the way out he gives a salute to General Armisant's portrait."

The portrait is of Earl Vernisant, not General Arnisant.

To the salute, the portrait replies: “On behalf of my ancestors, I sincerely hope you enjoyed your visit to the General Arnisant museum and historic residence.”

Previously requested Bluff Roll
Bluff: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

"It was lovely. I'm sure we'll be back. There was an exhibit I didn't get a close look at." Lady Finley waves on the way out the door.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Lovissa stomps outside with the others then sweeps her gaze across the city looking for the shipwright's guild.

Safe to assume it's near the docks?

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Badriyah turns as Cincia calls out. Warmth fills her eyes at the curator's kind words. "It has been most pleasant meeting you as well my lady, and I would like nothing more than to spend a few hours sharing histories of our two homelands. My hope is we will have time for such tales when we return the museum's missing items."

When passed the wand, Badriyah bows deeply. "Many thanks for your generosity and kindness."

Pausing to give the wand a closer look, she then asks "Is there a command or other activation needed?"

Spellcraft to identify the wand: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Slipping the wand into her robes, Badriyah then wraps her scarf back over her head and follows the others out into the street her eyes darting back and forth to nearby doorways and faces to see if anyone has taken an unusual interest in the Pathfinders.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Cincia smiles at Badriyah's words of farewell, but shakes her head 'no' curtly in reply to her question.

The group heads out to the docks and the wharf. Ridonport’s wharf boasts numerous smokehouses, warehouses, dry docks, and more, though this is a relatively quaint operation compared to the busy docks and shipyards of Oppara or other large cities. A simple question of one of the dockworkers leads you to a tall and broad man in his early thirties who is identified as Rasvelg, head of Ridonport’s shipwright’s guild. He dresses simply in a plain shirt, vest, and sturdy trousers, and seems quite busy assessing a dry-docked ship.

He sees you coming and turns from the ship, a measuring stick in his hand. "Yes, how can I help you?" he says in a strong accent.

We've come at the request of Cincia Reviamo. She asked us to speak to you about some recent goings-on at the museum. Giovanni raises an eyebrow as to indicate intrigue but trying to not be over-the-top.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

Amelia follows the group to the dock, taking careful notice of the men working around them. While not particularly worried of an attack, she wasn't going to leave them open to one either.

Erm, this is the shipwright's guild. I thought we were here to find evidence of his misdeeds with respect to piracy, not with respect to the museum. Am I mistaken?

"Misdeeds at the museum?" the man grunts. "I’m very busy working out how I’m going to repair this carrack without just building a whole new ship. These captains don’t come to me until the only thing that’s fixed is their budget. I don't get the luxury of visiting museums, so I think you must have the wrong fellow. Sorry I couldn't help." He takes a measured look over the gathered group before turning back to the ship.

I figured they're related and She knows him. Feel free to pivot us in that direction.

sense motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Giovanni rips his glasses off a bit frustrated and vigorously polishes them with a scarf.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Badriyah pulls out her journal again and steps up to the man bowing her head slightly in greeting. "Your pardon sir." She says with a smile. "I understand your time is precious. Actually we just came from the museum as I needed some background material for a study I'm preparing for a group of potential investors about the economics and trade conditions for Tandak Prefecture."

She licks the tip of her pen, leaving a slight mark of black ink on her lips. "But it seems there have been rumors of lost cargoes and many of the canals falling into disrepair. Obviously, this would affect trade and what might go in our report, so we thought who better to come to than one of the people who hears much from captains and traders plying these waters."

With a somewhat nonchalant glance a waive of her hand she finally asks, "So what can you tell us? Is there any truth to these statements about piracy and rivalry among some of the trading nobles?"

Sense Motive: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19

Marcus grits his teeth hard. This will not be pleasant at all.

"Hrmm... My word that seems to be troublesome. One should always seek to maintain their fleet before it becomes... hrmm... utterly imperative. Perhaps we can lend some aid? While Badriayah's research is of a pressing nature to us it would be horrible manners to put demands on your time without doing what we can to... hrmm... reduce the burden."

Am I volunteering to do... manual labor? In these clothes?

"I wouldn't suppose your study is going to look at improving sailing or carpentry, eh?" Rasvelg grunts as he takes a measurement of a particularly-warped appearing keel plank.

Badriyah, you may make a Diplomacy or Knowledge Local check - it's your choice.

"...Perhaps we can lend some aid?..."

Rasvelg's eyebrows raise at the posh-appearing Marcus' suggestion. "You?....want to help?? Do you have experience with....ships??"

Amelia steps forward after Rasvelg's response to Marcus. "I would be pleased to help as well, Captain." It's important that we win the favor of the people here. Time to get busy Amelia.

Without waiting for a response, she begins to unsnap the clasps of her plate armor with surprising ease, as if the armor was a natural part of her. Masked Maidens can don or take off their armor in 1 minute without aid. Setting the armor neatly aside, but always in her view, she stands up tall and straight. Beneath the armor she was wearing a simple sleeveless tunic that offered the chance to see her stature beneath the armor. While her face was of a gorgeous woman, her body was that of a fighter. Her arms were strong, and scarred. Years of military training toned into smooth, powerful muscle.

She steps forward and begins following the Captain's lead, noting his actions and following suit. Moving to bring him any wood he may need or assist in any measurements. While working she opts to let the more diplomatic folk ask the questions.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Amelia, please give me a Diplomacy check.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

Arriving a little late due to a particularly riveting conversation with a dockworker about that time she bested a minotaur with two fearsome blows -- she still has it's taxidermy head on her wall--Lovissa stalks up to the group.

Upon hearing Rasvelg speak, Lovissa exclaims. "Hail and well met Rasvelg! I am Lovissa of the line of Halenbane!" She switches to another language and continues for a few beats.

She offers him her hand for an Ulfen-style handshake, more of a hand clasp and a pat on the back than anything.

"Need a pair of hands? I may not be a skilled shipwright, like yourself, but I've a strong arm."

Lovissa joins Amelia in helping Rasvelg.

Rasvelg scratches his head, looking back and forth between Amelia hefting a small pile of long wooden planks onto her bare shoulder to Lovissa manoeuvring a barrel of tar over for a patch job on a split timber. He mutters to himself, "I think I've been hanging around the wrong women!"

Lovissa, please give me a Knowledge Engineering or a Diplomacy check - your choice.

"Experience with ships? Well... not as much, but I do keep my body in peak physical condition. If you would allow me to change into attire more fitting rough labor..."

Marcus swallows his pride and makes his barbarian might useful in a constructive manner for a change.

"I have actually spent some time aboard an Ulfen ship that was frozen in a glacier... While a few sections were severely damaged it was remarkable that it remained mostly intact. Your work seems influenced by such fine seafaring vehicles."

Marcus will try to butter him up as he lends a hand.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24 +2 if he's Taldan. Assuming he's Ulfen and not adding it.

"Good Day. I'm happy to help. Do you want me to climb the mast? I'm a very good at climbing. It's in my blood." The grippli gives Rasvelg as big smile.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

Knowledge Engineering: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Lovissa laughs heartily. "There's not many women like us," Lovissa jokes with Rasvelg.

While not surprising given their shared country of origin, the repartee between Lovissa and Rasvelg moves quickly from cautiously familiar to broadly familial, with both the occultist and the shipwright trading stories and jokes alongside technical quips about building styles, materials, and techniques. Rasvelg seems comfortable with just about everyone else, and moreover thankful for your efforts in helping him complete patching the hull of the carrack over the remainder of the afternoon and into the early evening. Afterwards, he invites you all to his favourite tavern (Rosie's) to share a mug and some dinner. While eating, he shares what he knows.

“There are some tunnels that crisscross Ridonport, used by smugglers in days past," he says in a low voice, difficult to hear over the din of the tavern. "Vernisant likes to say he drove crime out of Ridonport by sealing them up years ago, but I remember there’s one tunnel that opens up underneath the Saint Lymirin Street Bridge over the main canal. I’ve also been told that barges with no lamps lit stop under the bridge late at night.”

After finishing your meal, Rosvelg stands up and takes his leave, thanking you all sincerely for your efforts today. "You've truly borne my load with me, and for that I am grateful, in more than words.

[b]"A gift - blessed by my sweat. I hope it doesn't smell. Once per day, you may call forth the command word - 'ahoy' - while wearing the vest to bring forth all the mundane tools you'd need to complete whatever craft you're working on. I won this prize in a competition as a carpenter's apprentice, but frankly I don't need it anymore." He looks pointedly at Lovissa. "You've got some bright ideas, Lovissa. I'd love to see you put your mettle to work one day. You know where to find me if you'd like to share. Farewell all, and good night." And with that, Rosvelg takes his leave.

The group finds itself eating and drinking at Rosie's, a tavern two streets over from the Saint Lymirin Street Bridge.

While not surprising given their shared country of origin, the repartee between Lovissa and Rasvelg moves quickly from cautiously familiar to broadly familial, with both the occultist and the shipwright trading stories and jokes alongside technical quips about building styles, materials, and techniques. Rasvelg seems comfortable with just about everyone else, and moreover thankful for your efforts in helping him complete patching the hull of the carrack over the remainder of the afternoon and into the early evening. Afterwards, he invites you all to his favourite tavern (Rosie's) to share a mug and some dinner. While eating, he shares what he knows.

“There are some tunnels that crisscross Ridonport, used by smugglers in days past," he says in a low voice, difficult to hear over the din of the tavern. "Vernisant likes to say he drove crime out of Ridonport by sealing them up years ago, but I remember there’s one tunnel that opens up underneath the Saint Lymirin Street Bridge over the main canal. I’ve also been told that barges with no lamps lit stop under the bridge late at night.”

After finishing your meal, Rosvelg stands up and takes his leave, thanking you all sincerely for your efforts today. "You've truly borne my load with me, and for that I am grateful, in more than words."

Rosvelg unbuttons his leather vest, takes it off, and hands it to Lovissa.

"A gift - blessed by my sweat. I hope it doesn't smell. Once per day, you may call forth the command word - 'ahoy' - while wearing the vest to bring forth all the mundane tools you'd need to complete whatever craft you're working on. I won this prize in a competition as a carpenter's apprentice, but frankly I don't need it anymore." He looks pointedly at Lovissa. "You've got some bright ideas, Lovissa. I'd love to see you put your mettle to work one day. You know where to find me if you'd like to share. Farewell all, and good night." And with that, Rosvelg takes his leave.

The group finds itself eating and drinking at Rosie's, a tavern two streets over from the Saint Lymirin Street Bridge.

Sense Motive: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (7) - 1 = 6 New plan: all failed Sense Motive checks = 'He/she digs me/you'

Marcus looks over at Lovissa and whispers. "I think he liiiikes you."

Once their work is done, Marcus changes back into his Taldane finery and immediately feels much better. Despite finding himself performing manual labor, he is quite happy with the result and seems in good spirits throughout their meal. "Hrmmm.... well we have a new... lead is it may be. It seems as though our next destination is the Saint Lymirin Street Bridge... myesss. And of course we have several other leads to fall back on should this strike a dead end. Although I'm not sure of what value I'll be inspecting a smuggler's tunnel. My skill has always been in negotiation and dueling. Smugglers are... not known for their adherence to classical dueling rules."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Badriyah waves a friendly good night to Rasvelg and then turns to Lovissa with a glance at her newly acquired vest. "What a kind and generous man. Odd he would give something of such value to a group of near strangers."

With a shake of her head and shrug of her shoulders it's clear that Rasvelg's intent behind the gift to Lovissa is lost on the alchemist as she nods agreement with Marcus.

"Yes, I think you're right Marcus, checking out the bridge seems like a good next step, especially since it is so close."

Dropping a few coins on the table to cover her meal and a generous tip, she stands ready to leave with the others.

"Blessed, indeed!" Lovissa exclaims, clearly not caring whether it smells or not. She stands and accepts Rasvelg's gift with all seriousness. "The pleasure was ours, Rasvelg. Thank you for your help, my friend!" She puts it on with pride.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

Lovissa's grin widens. "Perhaps, I would. But it sounds like I'll be out late skulking around a bridge. Surely you don't work such long hours! Where do you live? I'll bring you a drink if I have time."

---

Once he leaves, Lovissa laughs at Marcus' comment. "Of course he does! I thought that much was obvious." She gently elbows Marcus and jokes "And what man wouldn't, hey?"

Lovissa pays her tab and buys a bottle of whiskey for later. Then she grabs her gear and heads out into the night with the others, on the way to the bridge. Spending 1 gp on my bottle of whiskey. Do I have to keep track of dinner or are expenses like that covered in PFS?

Lovissa pays for her bottle of whiskey, but when Badriyah moves to pay for her meal, the server picks the coins back up and presses them in the Keleshite's hands.

"Honourable Rasvelg picked up the tab for the table already," she says.

Yes, you'll need to track that 1 gp, Lovissa.

Giovanni marvels at the interactions between Lovissa and Rasvelg. Mostly trying to stay out of the way as he made a terrible introduction.

kn religion: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Saint Lymrin Street Bridge seems a prudent choice.

Amelia smiles throughout the dinner, clearly enjoying the food and drink. "Is this a mission or a vacation? I'm eating better here than I ever have!" Despite her clear enjoyment for the food, she still pays close attention to the briefing the Captain gives, but grins sheepishly when he talks with Lovissa.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

When the Captain departs, she leans over and whispers to Lovissa. "You're a real maneater, seducing the clothes off of a man the night you met him!" She gives her a playful laugh before starting to clean up her finished meal.

When the group finishes and readies to depart for the bridge, Amelia's normally happy and friendly demeanor is notably diminishing with each moment. After a few minutes away from Rosie's, she finally speaks up. "If there's even a chance we might run into trouble, I need to... change." Her voice is shaky, and she pauses. "Violence can cause me to lapse anyway, and it's a bigger problem when I'm not ready for it. Can we please wait just a minute?"

She steps aside, leaning her back against a nearby wall. Be strong Amelia, you can do this. Don't let them see you as weak. She takes three deep breaths, removes the helmet from her waist, lifts it over her head...

Will Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Failed. To willingly switch identities Amelia must pass Will Save DC 10 or fail and be Shaken for 1 minute.

...then whips the helmet back off, throwing it to the ground. Her arms instinctively wrap around herself in a tight hug and tears start to well up in her eyes. From behind gritted teeth she whispers a shaky "D... Dammit..."

She avoids the looks from the party as she waits until she's calmed down and then, hesitantly, tries again...

Will Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

This time the helm stays on, and her quiet whimpers are suddenly replaced by a cold silence.

Oh, I knew I needed to track my 1 gp on whiskey, I meant for paying for the meal. Which is irrelevant now since Rasvelg paid.

Lovissa laughs loudly at Amelia's joke. "If you think I'm bad, Amelia, you should meet my Mother!"

---

As they approach the bridge, Lovissa nods at Amelia. "Of course. Equip yourself as needed."

When Amelia suddenly starts crying, Lovissa cocks her head in curiosity. She picks up Amelia's helmet off the ground and holds it until Amelia's ready to take it back.

Using object reading on Amelia's helmet, cause Lovissa's nosy.

"Thank you for the dinner it was lovely." Lady Finley eats using very fine table manners.

She looks on with concern as Amelia forces herself to wear the helmet. Poor thing. Her nature is so fractured. When the noises quiet she cocks her head and says, "Hello are you alright miss?"

When the sounds of Amelia's distress cut away, the figure stands tall and with the posture of a soldier at attention. The stance, while shifting only so slightly, seems to have gone from inviting to imposing. The red twisting ponytail coming from the helmet serves to give the knight a royal, authoritative appearance and it's almost hard to tell that just a moment ago the person before you all was Amelia.

At Lady Finley's question, the Maiden answers. "I am better than alright, your concern is unnecessary." Her hand moves to the hilt of her longsword, drawing it and giving the air a pair of quick slashes as if to test her arm. Seemingly satisfied she does similar with her shield, hefting its weight in her arm for a moment before returning it to her back. Without addressing the rest of the party she resumes their walk to the docks.

Giovanni marvels at Amelia's transformation into a seemingly completely different person.welcome, friend. How should we refer to you, should we need assistance in battle?

"Fascinating." Whispers Badriyah softly to herself when Amelia's change is complete. Taking an involuntary step backward when the woman who was Amelia suddenly slashes her blade through the air, she quickly tries to compose herself by checking up and down the street to see if anyone else outside of their group may have noticed the glint of drawn steel in the night.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Unfortunately she's much to distracted to notice anything beyond the glare of the nearest street lamps, so she turns back to the others and lets out a soft breath at Amelia's much more martial and formal nature.

"If all is well." She says hesitantly. "Then I suppose we should keep moving."

In response to Giovanni, she answers in a flat tone, her voice slightly warped by her helmet. "You may refer to me as Maiden."

Hello everyone! I've been inspired by some of our forward-thinking GMs who are running Scarab Sage sessions in preparation for the appearance of the Concordance Faction later this year. I like prepping for what's to come, so I'm going to let you warm your bones with some Taldan political steam in preparation for the War for the Crown AP (expected in February).

This will be an intrigue-heavy, roleplaying-intensive scenario. Your axe-potato Kellid barbarian who speaks not a word of Taldane will likely find this adventure doesn't whet their blade. You're also going to be working in an urban environment, so your grippli druid with the axe beak mount and the deinoychus animal companion is going to be similarly-stymied. Choose your submitted character wisely. This scenario has Sovereign Court faction implications, but please don't limit yourself based purely on that.

How am I going to Recruit? I'm going to let you wow me with your one-line submission. If you've got more than one interested character, then give me more than one submission. Consider me to have a short-attention span; I'm not going to read more than 2-3 lines of your post (meant with love and --- oh, look! A bird!)

Is this Core or Standard? It could be either, depending on what people feel like.

Is this subtler 1-2 or subtler 4-5? Yes. See above.

What do I want in PbP gamers? I want the same that every PbP GMs want: absolute deification. Barring that, I want consistent and polite posters (1x/day at the least) who let me know when I need to GM-Bot them (ahead of time) and who portray their fleshed-out character with humour and soul (and humour).

When is the deadline for submission? The deadline for submission will be when I feel that I've got 5-6 suitable gamers, but I could be goaded into starting up the game as early as January 5th if people are piranha-esque in snapping up the spots.

I'm completely new to this. Can I join? I'm relatively new to all this as well! Well, parts of me are. I mean, parts of this. YES! Don't let my sarcasm scare you away; my doors are wide open to any and all. If you need assistance with PbP (play-by-post) PFS (Pathfinder Society) posting, might I suggest GM Tyrannius' sage words?

Anything else? Nope! Good luck!

"Hrmm... Myess... I am Marcus Vulpares Fantailler, son of Marcus Vultulus Fantailler, heir to the Fantailler family estate."

When nobody seems to recognize the name, the well-dressed Taldan pouts.

Pompous Blowhard Urban Barbarian 2 specializing in dirty tricks, both with his blade and his tongue! Rage = Temper Tantrum.

Giovanni Stellaluce is the perfect fit for this game. Dashing, eloquent, and generally knowledgeable about most things. Giovanni has special interest in Linguistics, and well, forgery.

Prefer Classic and Tier 1-2 as he is 2.1

I have the perfect Taldian snobby Cleric for this...But, alas :( He's playing The cost of Enlightenment right now...

GL all hf! (I'm tempted to lurk but don't want to spoil it for myself)

”Nobs. They’re the same, ye know. All o’ them. They buy me ale right enough. Kegstalker Ale! Puts hair on ye chest it does. Dwarven Ale, made for human tastes. What’s important, ye know, is to play the part. To watch the dance o’ noble houses, to keep up with the tastes. To go to the right parties. To tell the right tales o’ halls lost an’ lands lost.”

Dwarven Diplomacy is actually the best. Wis for Diplomacy and +2 for stoic Negotiator? Can get some nice bonuses there.

"Every time I leave the nobles court, I return with stories that drive the ladies mad!"

Daughter of Westcrown's mayor and next to kin of the Baron Dioneo II Starnon, Segray is a sorcerer always ready to charm her way through life.

She's level 3 standard.

The only thing Ridley loves more than prostrating himself before benevolent god-DMs is blowing the everloving beejeesus out of the monsters aforementioned DM puts in his way. Probably not until after he's told the entirenparty everything He knows about it first though. Which might take most of the combat. He knows a lot. He is a level 2 alchemist.

"Even the Queen needed a blade to protect her. Don't be foolish enough to leave without one."

She's a Gray Maiden (Masked Maiden Vigilante) with Dissociative Identity Disorder. Built more for combat but every party needs a warrior. She's a font of RP potential though! Here is her Social Identity.

She is, however, fresh at 0XP.

"My name is Krennel Halfstool, of the Almas Halfstools from Andoran's beautiful capital. My (adopted) father was a captain with the Eagle Knights actually." He catches a whiff of the room and pulls out a lemon-scented handkerchief. Covering his nose, "Well...this mission must be more important than I thought as some of us were ...in more of a hurry to get here than others and could not stop to bathe." Who the devil is the Society letting in these days?

If you are leaning low tier.

There's a soft whoosh as Badriyah stumbles in coughing and spitting dust. Large volumes of sand slowly pour from her robes filling the space at her feet. Looking slightly bewildered, she turns and asks, "Is this the Grand Enchanter Hotel at Riverfront Springs?"

A level one Alchemist with a leaning toward Diplomacy and Bluffing

Lady Finley grippli gunslinger at your service. She was brought to Taldor as a youngling and raised there as a pet of a noble.

Low Tier please

A lithe female figure walks into the scene. She wears black corset laced tight over a floor length dress, which has a slit in it that goes strait to her hip, exposing her left leg in entirety. No weapons can be seen on her. However, that may be her intent.

Her eyes scans the crowd, looking for anyone she may know. Alas, she does not not. She moves to the corner silently, hoping to be chosen for this mission.

After gaining much honor while extinguishing a demon cult in Ravensmoor, Kita took a slow ride (and short boat ride) back to Absalom awaiting word of his next mission.

"Okane, I am feeling better and better about Daimyo Po's decision to send us to this strange land. Defeating demons and evil spellcasters, rescuing fair maidens, these are the heroic acts that we are destined for"

Level 3.0 Samurai (who does not shy from Diplomacy) could play in either tier, I suppose.

Kronug kneels, one hard shielding his eyes from the sun his feather wing tattoos clearly visible on both sides of his head.

Pirate Rob here. Kronug is a level 3 Kellid priest of Erastil. While more suited to a wilderness environment nothing would prevent Kronug from getting along in urban Taldor.

Also, I have previously GMed this adventure. If that's at all an issue I'm happy to step aside

"Howdy y'all. Is this the cattle call to be picked to do some investigatin"

Hannah drops her bag with a thud, and turns to set her musket down over it. She stands and wipes he head across her forehead leaving a streak of gun oil.

"So, how's everyone?

A great black coach bearing the dust of what must be weeks on the road thunders up to you. The driver, whose features are hidden under heavy livery in the Ustalavic style, wordlessly hands you an envelope stamped with a deep red seal before charging off to who-knows-where again. As you run your finger around the seal, which bears the inscription Qui Non Saltastis Lamentavimus Et Non Dare Gladium around its periphery, the envelope forms itself into a magic mouth! "How do?" It speaks in a rich, somewhat haunting, voice. "I am Viscount Mercutio Byron Menschjaeger - yes, yes, that House Menschjaeger, but enough about them - and I understand you're planning a little...soiree? I'm just a bit preoccupied at the moment, but the page should be turning imminently, and once they do, I eagerly hope you can count me in! I know it's not easy having a good time, but I can help with that!"

Mercutio is a level 3 Skald Dark Lord, a dashing nobleman who is mad, bad, and dangerous to know, with a powerful personality that will turn heads in any royal court, and an infectious joie de vivre that can turn any battle into a dark bacchanalia!

Hey, Dinketry, Layaali here!

A proud and bold woman of mixed Ulfen and Taldan descent strides into the room like she owns the place.

"Hail and well met! I am Lovissa of the line of Halenbane! And I am LEGEND!" With a smile she adds, "You may have heard of me."

Submitting a standard level two occultist for your consideration! She's a blast.

A NEW CHALLENGER APPROACHES!

A dark cherry colored Kitsune Sorcerer, Benji composes himself with poise and calm. Unlike most of his other mischievous kin, who most likely would have played some disastrous prank by now resulting in his untimely demise.

Benji is fresh out the gate and with 0xp. Poised to be a Nine tailed fox by level 9 (All 8 feats and all!) Benji went from a idle hobby to easily my favorite build I've thus far made. Hope to see him in action. Happy hunting everyone!

A dark hooded figure, festooned with bones and with a skeletal servant by his side carrying a covered silver platter approaches.

Y-y-y-you require d-d-d-deification oh master? P-perhaps a p-proper s-sacrifice? R-Remmy is here to s-serve...

He waves gently as the skeletal servant places the platter down, and reveals...

A incredibly well garnished fish platter. I hope the seared salmon is to your liking. If not, I'm proficient in the cooking methods of 12 different countries. I-i-if that's alright by y-y-you...

A noble soul from the Dragon Empires left with no lord after the events of Jade Regent, Hanzi is one of a handful of Ronin who serve the Society heart and soul as a questing member of the Lantern lodge. He sees it as his duty in life to escort and protect the scholars and courtiers as they go about their business. Likes museums.

Nagaji Samurai, level 2

The large Nagaji steps into and loudly clears his throat. His hand leaves the hilt of his blade and takes the samisen off his back...

"Sssulmoro, Charming Sssaint of Sssword. This blade wins over the pockets and trust of lords when my reputation does not." he sings while interjecting intense strums on his instrument.

Order of the Cockatrice Samurai confident in his abilities. Would rather win people over...because they can't shower him with praise and gold if they are dead.

An extremely well dressed elf looks bemused at, what he views as, the assortment of oafish characters about while gracefully sipping a fine chellish wine. They'll never understand the intricacies of this world.

For submission lvl 5 Dream Psychic with a focus on...influencing others. No tier preference.

"Look, I'm sure all these exotic fellows are bloody nice chaps and all, but I think you need a good solid foundation to the team, what? Chap with a bit of experience, and with the right cut of the jib. Plays a straight bat, and isn't afraid to go toe-to-toe with a fellow and show him what's what."

A tall Taldan man in heavy armour with air of nobility about him. Bears a shield with an elaborate crest, and keeps his mustache immaculately trimmed and waxed.

I will say, you should take Remmy. I just finished playing Hall of the Flesh Eaters with him, and Remmy was great fun. He slices. He dices. He can even julienne fries. I'd best describe him as a rat tornado and mathematical savant.

Recruitment still open - and nope, I haven't decided what sub-tier we'll be playing just yet either. Thanks to all who have submitted so far; there are some cracker characters in there!

Alright, everyone. Thank you so much for your response: recruitment has closed. It was such a rousing response that I decided - much to the dismay of my RPG instincts - to split the party!!!

Yup, I'm running two tables.

Congratulations to:

Table #1

• Marcus Vulpares Fantailler (DebugAMP)
  
• Lovissa Halenbane (meloriel)
  
• Lady Finley (CariMac)
  
• Badryiah Hameedah (Tareth)
  
• Amelia Diranesti (The Voice of Mag)
  
• Giovanni Stellaluce (OG3)

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AND

Table #2

• Segray Starnon (Zinou)
  
• Kita Kyuichi (brunoreturns)
  
• Mercutio Menschjaeger (I'm Hiding In Your Closet)
  
• "Remmy" Shri Colo (Matthais777)
  
• Uzziah Potus (Saashaa)
  
• Chelk (waynemarkstubbs)

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Thank you all for such great submissions. Despite the fact that I doubled seats at my gaming table, I had tough decisions to make, so don't take a decline too hard - I wrestled with myself over each decision.

Cheers, y'all!

-Dink