[PFS] #7–06—To Judge a Soul, Part 1: The Lost Legacy (Inactive)

Game Master Psyblade

Assuming Xav just took that one down, I won't bother using a more powerful spell

Erlathan looks on as Xavilon cleaves the ninja in two. "Not so scary now. What a fine strike."

He activates his wand and lobs projectile missile the third at the ninja to the right.

MM: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

This weird robed thing on the ground tries to stand up again. Not on Asuran's watch.

Lucrene Hammer, Power Attack, Inspire Courage: 1d20 + 7 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 7 - 1 + 1 = 19 for bludgeoning: 1d12 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

Back home, survived Ire of the Storm, advice people to play it, if they have the chance, in campaign mode!

The one ninja that got up and made his way towards Asuran is reduced to a bloody smear on the ground after recieveing the attacks from Lukaas and Asuran The blow from Asuran kills him. Meanwhile Kun Ling and Jobin are slowly working on the one on the floor who seems to be clinging to live but still able to breath and possible make attacks.

On the other side of the courtyard Xavilon, angered by the shuriken decides to show one of the ninja's what it means to be faced with a deadly foe and just murders him on the spot, head dropping from the ninja. At the same time Erlathan unleashes another stream of Magic Missiles at the last one standing there and hitting him.

The ninja near Xavilon draws his katana and waits for the masked man to make his move. Meanwhile the last ninja tries to make an attack on Kun Ling

Attack Kun Ling: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 5 - 4 = 16
damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Initiative (Bold can act)
[Active conditions: Inspire courage: +1 attack/damage/fear1/3]
Erlathan: 25
Xavilon: 16 (-3hp)
Pale Silence 1: 14 (-13hp, got up and moved to Asuran)
Pale Silence 2: 14 (-5hp / tripped)
Pale Silence 3: 14 9-2hp) 0
Pale Silence 4: 14 (-4hp)
Pale Silence 5: 14 (KO)
Pale Silence 6: 14 (KO)
Kun Ling: 19
Bakten: 10 (4) [Mirror Image 6/6]
Lukaas: 8 (can do 2 actions now)
Asuran of Valashmai: 7 (Can make an Attack of Opportunity)
Jobin: 2 (-6hp)

my attack of opportunity was spent killing ninjas

A rather unhuman rasp escapes from Asuran's ophidian lips as the weird masked creatures crumples before him. He throws down the lucrene hammer, bits of blood and bone bounce off the cobblestones.

He draws his scythe as he runs forward toward the other thing. "I got your back, old man"

mwk scythe+charge+inspire courage: 1d20 + 7 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 7 + 2 + 1 = 13 for slashing+inspire courage: 2d4 + 5 ⇒ (4, 2) + 5 = 11

In order to both inhibit his foe, and to make sure that he doesn't get away, Kun Ling once again sweeps at his foes legs in an attempt to put him to the ground.

trip(Monk Lvl+Wis+imp trip+song): 1d20 + 3 + 5 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 5 + 2 + 1 = 14

Xavilon drops his wakizashi and goes for the last ninja, not caring the least bit for his readied katana. Holding his own blade with two hands, he tries to slash the man.

"Your turn." he simply states.

+1 Katana, IC: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 7 + 1 = 20
for Slashing, IC: 1d8 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 7 + 1 = 10

Kun Ling and Asuran try to make short work of the one near them but their attacks fall short. At the same time Ninja (red) his readied attack goes off against Xavilon and is preparing for another attack on him.

Lukaas moves in quickly

double move

"How about another, friend?" Erlathan lobs another magic missile at the ninja with the red-accented robes.

MM: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

spiritual: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
1: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

The dagger continues before it vanish.

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Erlathan his missile hits the ninja square in the chest who decides to take another swing at Xavilon. Meanwhile Kun Ling and Asuran have their own struggle with the ninja who decides to take a swing at the old man once more. Each of them missing their mark.

Attack Xavilon: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
damage: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

Attack Kun Ling: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
damage: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

After that the pathfinders make quick work of the remaining 2 ninja's without even taking another breath.

Will call the fight here since it is going to be over in this round, hope nobody minds that.

With the dust finally setteling and the silence returning to what should be a peacefull compound. Bakten decends from the sky and greet the pathfinders. Bakten is an emaciated, hairless man with translucent blue-white skin. His legs have withered from years of meditation. Stopping before the pathfinders he hands each of you a timeline (see handout 2) and waits for you to go over it.

Lukaas studies the scroll, then says

Sorry, with all this fracas I forgot my manners. My name is Lukaas Penn. I'm a Pathfinder, a collector of stories, songs, ales and women. In that order or another. I'm glad I could have been of assistance, even if I'm not that much a fighter myself, at least I was another target.

Can I take 20 in Know History (total 26) to figure the historical importance and meaning of the document we've been given?

"You didn't happen to bring that collection of ales with you, did you? If you did, then you are a very welcome part of this little expedition."

The old man takes a swig from one of his water skins.

Xavilon bows to his fallen enemy and puts a knee on the ground, muttering a small prayer.

Vildeis, Cardinal Martyr, you guide my steps and guard my life. Let these wounds be memories of my success in your name.

He takes a small pouch and throws what looks like grey powder on his wounds.

After that he raises to his feet and hands a wand to Jobin. "If I may ask..."

CLW wand, 2 charges: 2d8 + 2 ⇒ (6, 5) + 2 = 13 Back to full HP

He then peeks at the chronology the party received.

"A Samsaran? How unusual. And interesting." he says with a genuine tone of surprise and respect.

Not the whole collection but I must have a few examples I'm happy to share with a connoisseur.

Smiling, Lukaas offers the man a good sip of his own flask- a potent brandy

Just a hint, seeing as people are missing it... read over the handouts and see what is missing...

Erlathan reads the timeline from top to bottom, then from bottom to top before he spots the inconsistency. "Ah ha! It seems these documents are incomplete. What happened between 6750 and 6963?"

Jobin is more interested in the corpses than in a calendar. He searchs them for any sign of religion or clues about their enemy and sent someone to the nearest church of pharasma for having a team coming.

If i had time, i would do it myself but i don't think we have time. Sorry pharasma.

Looking at a the note he also remark that the second last entry is in reverse... By 2 years.

He stands beside the corpses being like a sentinel.

"I would like to remark that this man was also there when Aroden was alive."

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Asuran squints and looks over the list, frowns.

"Wait, I got it," he says after a moment after the arcanist's question, "These are dates."

are all the ninjas dead, or can we question one?

Ninja's are all dead

Bakten smiles as the pathfinders approach him and go over the notes, he nods at Jobin for doing what he seems best for the fallen ninja's but offers no assistance. Upon noticing the missing entry Bakten speaks up. “My veiled life; my only failing. For decades, I have communed with my own past lives, in preparation for my passage to the Great Beyond, for only a soul in perfect balance with karma may transcend. Yet this shadow incarnation is silent, and it vexes me. I wonder now, did these assassins know of some slight of which I, myself, am ignorant? Friends—indulge an old man’s curiosity. If you can travel to the loci of my lives before and after, then two relics there may point toward the mystery and l ift the veil. I am too f rail to travel, but I have an item here that may allow you to show me those relics from afar.”

It is clear that these chronicles put a pathfinder to shame as it indicates his deeds and defects over the past 2000 year. He then prepares an item, a candle of conveyance, through a ritual to have it activated. This will take about a hour. Once done he entrusts the candle to one of you and at the same time wants a promise to have it returned to him. Also, he informs you to keep his timeline with you in case you forget any important details. Now is the time to ask Bakten some questions should you have them.

Candle + stats have been added to the handouts for future references and what it does

"Okay, so we're going planar traveling? Or where exactly are these 'loci of your lives'?" Erlathan shows his toothy, fangy smile. "Perhaps when is the better question. These relics - what exactly are we looking for?"

Lukaas tries to ponder what the man's words mean

Know plane: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
Know Religion: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

A travel through the Time and planes? How unusual..Let's drink to that!

He winks to the Kun Ling

Bakten let's go of a chuckle as he listens to the pathfinders getting all excited of doing possible planar travel and shakes his head. "The items I am looking for are the following, One is the skull of an elven daimyo, Haraka Sorin. He died alongside Malash, he who was reborn as my veiled self. The skull now rests in the Haraka family shrine, in the Court of the Ancestral Sky in Ayajinbo. The other is a cradle that once held Malikeen, my most recent incarnation. It is on display in the village of Dallo, in western Wanshou..." Letting it sink in for a moment that they aren't going on a planar trip he continues. “You need not retrieve the items. Merely hold the candle close and call my name. If you have found the true relic, the flame will turn blue to show that I have examined it psychometrically."

With that said the Venture-Captain waits for further questions.

Wow, I have played many PFS scenarios but these ones seem really good, at least 'backgroundly' speaking. :)

Xavilon nods and writes down some notes, while speaking aloud. "... elven skull resting in the Haraka family shrine in Ayajinbo... and a cradle displayed in Dallo, western Wanshou..."

"Glad someone's taking notes." I'd hardly remember all of this drivel. Erlathan flips through his spellbook as if he were looking for something specific as he half-listens to Bakten. "Right, so we're going skull and cradle hunting. Gotcha. Anything we should know about the Haraka family?"

In Tien, Asuran asks, "Why did those masked men attack you?"

"Also, we have traveled far in response to your summons. What transportation can you provide us to get to Wanshou or Ayajinbo?"

Bakten regarded Asuran for a moment before he answered “They have watched me from afar for two lifetimes. Several times, I chased them away, but they always camec back eventually, and hid better. Never until now have they sought my life. If you learn more of their motives on your quest, I would be keen to hear of it.” he waited for a moment before responding "transport will be arranged..."

Let me know which one you want to do first, then I can say what is needed for info!

Know Geography: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Having absolutely no clue about those two towns-or whatever they might be-Lukaas asks Bakten

Could you please tell us which one is the closest, how far they are, and in which direction?

Travel wise / event wise it doesn't matter which one you take :) So feel free to pick one :)

Let's check that cradle first, I'll say, then the skull. "From the womb to the tomb", as a Pharasman might say.

Xavilon nods to Lukaas. "I agree. Let's go for the cradle first."

Saying this, he puts back his notebook in his backpack and stands ready to go.

"Cradle it is. Quick decision making there, friend. Perhaps Bakten can tell us something about the area before we depart so that we might make preparations? I'd hate to be oh, I don't know, bitten by a demonic bat without having an antitoxin on hand..." Erlathan shudders as he thinks back to just a few months ago.

Will let the rest catch up and post tomorrow for the next part!

Knowledge(Local): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Kun Ling considers if he remembers anything of Western Wanshou or more specifically the Village of Dallo.

Jobin still wait for the priests to come. After a while, a team of dark robe with the spiral symbol comes. Jobin verifies they are not imposters.

Just before they take the corpse of the ninjas.,Jobin adds to the group. "I will go where fate tell me. But... you know we can go to a priest of Asmodeus and just pay for a speak with dead? Those ninjas could have information."

This is your last chance!

He also does not react at the womb joke.

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Bakten regards Jobin for a moment and merely shrughs. "It might be so, but their information is of no importance to us. The knowledge of my missing past is more pressing..." And with that the old man sits down and prepares to meditate again

As the group prepares itself for the journey towards the cradle and moves along it turns out to be uneventful and nothing happens during their travel to Dallo, the location of where one of the items is located. As the group approaches Dallo haunted eyes peer out from the doorways of ramshackle bamboo huts. Dallo’s squalor is apparent, but as its denizens trickle out to gather in the grubby village square, another source of anguish starts to suggest itself in the wounds borne by numerous villagers. Many in the throng wear bandagesacross their chests, and some are missing hands or feet.

Upon entering the village the party is approached by the locals and most speak in langauge some might know (minkaian). But upon realizing that the langauge isn't understood 2 of the villagers stand out by speaking rudementary Common and they welcome them.

Let me know how the group appears (weapons drawn, odd characteristics (monstrous signs etc).

"A land plagued with lepers. This is... Sad. And I'm not even the empathetic type," Erlathan quips. "Greetings. Erlathan here, don't mind the appearance," he rubs his stubbly head and dangles his chin tentacles, "I'm really not what I look like."

No weapon drawn, but Erlathan has monstrous characteristics because of his disease.

Kun Ling takes a swig of liquid courage before approaching the lepers.

No weapons.

Xavilon has pointy ears and is masked. Otherwise, he's dressed with a big cloak, his weapons are sheathed and under the cloak.

As the group arrives in Dallo and sees the lepers, you see no emotions on Xavilon's face due to his mask but you clearly see some tears dropping from the mask. He bows at the villagers welcoming the party. Not speaking minkian, he decides to speak up in common.

"Thank you for your welcoming words. It is most appreciated. We are seeking the cradle that is said to be displayed here in Dallo." he says, trying to display honesty and respect.

The large snake man hopes he doesn't stand out too much. How far his kind get this far north from Nagajor, he's not sure. He tries to facillitate communication with them in Tien, hoping that the Dragon Empire's trade language might be a better match than the strained Taldane.

Two two-handed weapons strung to his back, but nothing in his hands.

Lukaas was wearing good clothes, and speaking amiably with Kun Ling about their favorite beverages. The young man was quite tall and bulky, with a bushy beard, but carried himself with grace and poise. A small black tear was tatooed just under his left eye.

His rapier was sheated, and his luth was carefully strapped on his back.

Know Local: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

The people of the village aren't lepers, they been through hardship etc and some sort of battle

the villagers seem to be weary of Erlathan but the way the rest is approaching them seems to put them at ease. 2 of the villagers step forward and introduce themselves in poor common as Yuzana, a middle aged female and Arkar, male human. Arkan speaks up at the group "What business do you have with this "cradle" that you speak off?" pointing at Erlathan "He could be one of the demons that are trying to kill us!"

no weapon. And with his golden hair that shine.

"We are adventurers from a far land. We have no link with those "demon". Pharasma have put us on your path. It just that."

diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20

I just hope you didn't give me an another battle Pharasma.

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Xavilon looks at Erlathan in surprise and understands what they talk about. "No. Good people, Erlathan here is an elf. He has a disease that makes him look like this. He's no demon."

"Are you telling us that we came all this way in the wrong villsge? Snap!" says the half-elf.

"No, no, you've got it all wrong!" Erlathan pleads. "The reason I look like this is because I was bitten by a demon. A winged one. Nasty little thing. I share your fear and hatred for them, friends," he grabs Arkan by the shoulder. "Trust us. We're here to help. Now, what can you tell us about this 'cradle'? We know very little of it, and we're not here to take anything. We're just here to see it."

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 2 Let's hope Jobin's check did it!

Oh well, it look like I forgot my diplo check.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Diplo aid on Jobin: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

I can assure you we are no demons. We are just coming a long way to see that cradle, pay respect to the spirits, and go away. After some refreshments, of course. The road was long and dusty.

Arkan reacted quickly by stepping away from him, glaring eyes regarding Erlathan with fierceness that could scare normal people. He was not happy with the way he was being touched by Erlathan for sure. Yuzana seemed to be more at ease after being pleased by the pathfinder group when she spoke up. "Are you here to pay respect to her?"

"Her?" Kun Ling says with a bit of confusion. "Is there someone currently occupying the cradle, or do you refer to something else?

Kun Ling is glad that others are here to do most of the talking, but tries to think of something profound to add, just in case it is needed.