[PFS] #7-10: The Consortium Compact, Table B (Inactive)

Game Master Mike Kimmel

The man scowls. "I'm afraid I must insist. I have important business here. I'll have to speak with the proprietor, if your stubbornness continues." He seems serious.

Guy is practically rubbing his hands together with glee when he hears the agent become belligerent.

Finwë shrugs. "Well, uh, go ahead, I guess."

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Ako stands up, with a gentle smile, please, boys, this table has plenty of room, and there is plenty of me. she adds with a wink toward the mysterious man.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
profession courtesan if it will help: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

If there is enough of a disturbance then the city watch may be called, and that will most likely cause a postponement of the meeting.

The man goes over to the counter and leans in towards Pal. He loudly complains that his table has been taken. Pal looks over at Ako and Finwë and looks embarrassed. He sighs heavily and walks over to the table. The man follows with a smug expression.

Pal says, "I'm very sorry. Mr. Markell here has this table reserved for lunch. Do you mind finding another place? There are plenty of other tables. I'll be happy to discount your next meal.....?"

Pal seems unhappy to inconvenience his customers, but "Mr. Markell's" needs seem to come first.

Ako's insistence that there is plenty of room seems to have partly convinced Pal, but he's not entirely swayed.

Something about confronting the agent seems to fill Finwë with confidence. "Nah, I don't want to move."

if pressed, he'll casually mention the innkeeper's fraudulent side business

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The innkeeper insists once more. "Please, I don't want any trouble..."

Finwë mentions his side business and Pal's eyes narrow. "Who do you think you are? And how dare you throw around accusations like that? If you don't move, I'll have you thrown out!"

At this point most people in the tavern have turned to observe the commotion.

"What's wrong, Pal?" one of them calls, "you need us to get rid of some'un?"

Twelve burly dock workers get up from their seats. Mr. Markell is still standing there smirking.

"You really want me to let the word get out, then? I promise you Pal, I know more than you think."

anyone else want to intervene?

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Sure. Guy will chime in.

Hey, I thought there were no reserved places? That you had to clear out your own place. That's what you told me! Doesn't seem fair that he gets special treatment. I wouldn't move either!

Ako sighs, please, boys. there is no need for this, see, this table has plenty of room. She looks directly at the one complaining about the table.

perhaps, you and your friend would rather join us. after all, it's not like there are secret illegal dealings happening here, right?

She looks at him with an "innocent" yet "sexy" smile Right? she repeats.

her tail swishes sexily behind her.

bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

she readies a sleep spell if things turn violent. I wish I had charm person available... :(

she readies a sleep spell if things turn violent. I wish I had charm person available... :(

I prefer a Murderous Command myself :) Unfortunately it is too obvious at the moment and if anyone has spellcraft out there I could break the mission.

G'Boar produces the fake pearl decorations he snatched from his trip to the latrines and on Finwe's mention of the fraudulent side business, the Ranger perks up and from across the room yells,
"You too stranger?!? Here I have a sample of the tripe that I traded my life savings for!" G'Boar slings the costume pearls across the room. His fake rage heightens as he turns his hate towards the inn keeper.
"You!! You are the cause of my wife's certain demise! I traded my life savings for pearls from this scum in order to turn a profit to buy life saving treatments for my betrothed. Being of the woods and not the sea, I knew not that the items I purchased from this man's agent were obvious fakes. Now I have no more gold and my poor Quinnwailn..."
The Ranger's sobs are almost animalistic in their intensity.

"Someone should call the city guard! The authorities should know about this fraud! Plus his food sucks to boot!"

Nice vitreous!

perfect!

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mysterious GM roll: 1d20 ⇒ 2
mysterious GM roll: 1d20 ⇒ 5

Mr. Markell sighs heavily and begins to say "Fine, I'll just sit over th--" but Pal's outburst interrupts him: "How dare you! I'd never try to sell those as real pearls! They're just cheap decorations, for atmosphere! You lot need to leave!"

The locals surge forward, attempting to grab Finwë, Ako, and G'Boar.

You've provoked them into action, but it looks like they want to kick you out! What do you do next? We won't rely on initiative here unless things turn particularly violent. You can still take actions like casting spells or making combat maneuvers, but if you want to actually attack and start damaging people we'll need to go to combat rounds.

Does guy think he could let a Murderous Command fly without being noticed, perhaps a bluff, disguise, or perform roll?

"You seem to know a lot about fake pearls, thief... not to mention your blatant disregard for a vermin infestation in your kitchen! Did anyone else find rat droppings in your fish-soup?"

Bluff: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (17) - 1 = 16
Kn (Nature): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Any help guys?? G'Boar has a crappy Charisma!

Guy is the diplomatic type, not the bluff/intimidate type. Like you he relies on a good die roll.

maybe we should set the inn on fire.

a solution from Finwë that is non-violent has not occurred to me yet. Still thinking it over and hoping someone else comes up with something better

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Well, if this doesn't work, there is always the classic bar-room brawl. Good way to prevent a meeting if everyone in the place is bloody.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen!" says Cesare, as if not at all in the same party as the rest. "Why, there is no need for any argument! I'm sure the sale of those fake and probably not too legal pearls is no cause for conflict. Why, when the guard gets here, I'm sure a good search of everyone's person will reveal the true culprits! Oh, did I mention I called them about three minutes ago? I'm sure they'll be along any moment!"

Aid Another (Bluff): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Guy addresses the agent, quietly.

I don't think today is a good day for a meeting, mister. If I were you I'd just plan it for another day instead of getting embroiled in all of mater Pal's problems. In fact, I'm thinking I should postpone my meeting too. What do you say we leave this bar and I buy you a drink at another, less complicated one? You know of any other nice bars around here?

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Maybe he needs to be lounder?

Ako has a look of confusion, how did I get mixed up in all of your accusations? I just want to have some nice young men buy me a drink or two.

Ako tries to diffuse the situation, but some magic starts to form on her lips.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

ready action, if the locals continue to advance Ako will unleash a sleep spell to get as many of the locals as possible.

I'm not 100% sure yet what Finwë will do here, but I want to see the reaction to the other PCs stuff before posting

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Sorry for no post yesterday. I spilled coffee on my laptop.

With all the commotion, you think that everyone is distracted enough that they would not notice who cast a particular spell unless it had obvious visual elements to it.

Unfortunately, the patrons don't seem particularly interested in hearing what the group has to say. They surge forward and begin trying to grab at Ako, Finwë, G'Boar, and Cesare. "Get them out of here!" shouts Pal. Mr. Markell stands by, casting an occasional nervous glance at the front entrance.

Social skills won't work as a way to influence the mob, or Pal, any more. You can try combat maneuvers, spells, or other skills, or resort to open combat.

Ako unleashes a sleep spell to try and incapacitate as many of the locals as possible

Sleep spell, DC 18 will negates

"Boys, you shoulda taken the hint," says Cesare.

Whoever doesn't go down to Ako-Chan's sleep spell gets hit with a grease spell.

DC 15 Reflex save or fall. DC 10 Acrobatic check to move through area.

Guy will cast a DC 14 Murderous Command on Mr. Markell while hiding within the crowd.

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Local's Will save vs sleep: 1d20 ⇒ 16
Local's Will save vs sleep: 1d20 ⇒ 10
Local's Will save vs sleep: 1d20 ⇒ 11
Local's Will save vs sleep: 1d20 ⇒ 12
Local's Reflex save vs grease: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Local's Reflex save vs grease: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14
Local's Reflex save vs grease: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
Local's Reflex save vs grease: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Markell's Will save vs murderous command: 1d20 ⇒ 9

Suddenly four of the locals fall asleep and three of them trip and fall on the ground. The five remaining ones look quite confused. Then Markell smashes one of them on the back of the head with a bottle, and everything turns to chaos. He tries to stammer out an apology, but it is quickly drowned out by the shouts and curses of the locals. "Get 'im! It's some kinda trick!" The Pathfinders get tossed about a little bit, but Markell gets the worst of it; the locals throw him off the pier and into the port. He yells a few curses and swims away.

The locals seem like they're about to turn on the Pathfinders, but one of them, a bit smarter than the others, says, "we better not mess with them. They got spells!"

One of them buys a drink for Ako. "You can stay as long as you like. Right, Pal?"

Pal pokes his head up from behind the bar. "Uhhhhh... yes. Umm. And... would you like some pearls? You know, not that they're worth much.... just... I'd prefer if you didn't speak of this...."

A short while later, a woman comes by, clearly expecting to meet someone in the "private" corner. Not finding who she expected, she leaves as quickly as she arrived.

You've successfully disrupted the meeting, and frightened the locals enough that they don't want to mess with you. What're you going to do next?

We have a drink, grab a bite to eat. Ako-chan doubtlessly flirts with some locals while Cesare talks up how he heard that the Pathfinder Society was pretty heroic and how he'd like to join up.

Then they head for the Blue Dragon's Bite.

"I think we create a diversion on the docks...now's the time for a fire, I think... while one of us sneaks up the hawsers and into the captain's cabin. What's your take?"

Guy perks up

"Fire?! I'm liking that plan! ... Wait, wasn't there something about getting out with the papers and being sneaky? I know there was SOME reason we couldn't use fire."

Ako leans over the bar, (possibly giving Pal a special view) well thank you so much, I will treasure these. she kisses Pal on the head .

Not wanting the drink, Ako leaves the bar, satisfied that her job is complete.

are we going after the ship or the lab in the sewers?

Finwë is pretty hot on taking out the drug brewer in the sewers, and pushes the party to do that instead of get some papers.

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Cesare is talking about the ship, the Blue Dragon's Bite.

"The fire isn't on the ship. It's on the docks. A fire on the docks will definitely get the attention of the crew. Then, while they're distracted G'Boar, here, sneaks aboard."

I think either mission would work so I have no preference. I think the alchemist hunt has less risk though, unless we have a vanish or invisibility spell.

"Shouldn't we be taking out the guy who made this terrible stuff, instead of wasting our time on getting some papers?"

"I am with Finwe, my vote is for the sewers... that incident at the tavern is sure to have us recognized by the citizens... id rather go where our cover won't be blown."

"Don't we need to do all three?" asks Cesare. "I don't really mind which order we do them in, though. You want the sewers, let's hit the sewers."

nope. Just 2 out of 3

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Actually, I do believe that he just needed us to do two of them. Just enough to create enough chaos to slow them down. More might be too obvious.

I know it was already said ooc, but now it's IC so that the character 'hears' the response.

"Huh. I guess I wasn't paying attention, then. Who wouldn't prefer a rancid sewer to the fresh air of the harbor? Let's go."

[ooc] Well to be honest, I do me best work with sailors. but then again, we may have drawn to much attention to ourselves with the tavern. [/b]

Ako ponders the choices for a moment. lets go to the sewers, perhaps I can keep any guards occupied while others get in and find what we need. Ako offers her decision.

Sewers it is then! Gotta say, that decision stinks.

The Pathfinders follow Delroya's directions to an isolated alley in the Bristles (home to low-rate inns, markets and taverns as well as warehouses and poorer family homes). There they discover an entrance to the sewers beneath Diobel.

The group climbs a ladder down into the sewers. The stench of sewage mixes with the sharper odors of chemical fumes and decay and permeates the damp tunnels. From this intersection, tunnels lead west and south into the darkness. A third tunnel heading east is filled with detritus, filthy beddings, food scraps, broken glass, and rotting furniture. An alcove lies beyond a collapsed portion of the tunnel's southern wall, and further east, a statue of a giant rat rests in the dead-end passage. Countless empty flasks and discarded alchemical ingredients lie on the floor around the statue. On a nearby workbench sit several organized but empty flasks and jars.

Four people lie about near the "cave" in the southern wall. They don't seem to notice you. They are delirious, malnourished, and filthy.

I've loaded up the map for this encounter. Feel free to move yourself to a different spot, and describe your actions. We're not in combat or anything, but it may be important to know where everyone is standing. If there's anything in particular you wanted to do (such as activate a light source) before heading into the sewers, let me know that as well. It's dark down there!

"This place looks as bad as it smells," says Cesare. He moves cautiously towards the reclining figures, keeping an eye out for weapons.

"You folks need help?" he asks.

The people lying around don't even respond, and don't even seem to realize that Cesare is there.

Guy would like to do a knowledge or healing role to figure out what's up with them.

Guy would like to do a knowledge or healing role to figure out what's up with them.

So roll :)

I was kinda hopin you would tell me which to take. I guess I'll try a healing roll to see if they are drug addicts and then an knowledge religion to see if they are zombies or something.

healing: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 7 + 1 = 16
KnRel: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 1 = 15

Added guidance spell for each roll.

To his partners, G'Boar says, "Aggghh, most likely addicts of this foul drug... "
Turning his attention to the addicts the ranger adds, "Greetings, friends. Where is the supplier? We are here to buy some whip..."