[PFS/CtP] #0-06 Black Waters (Inactive)

Game Master Carla the Profane

A-a-Allright master p-p-priest..

He takes off hit hat and stands in a corner.

Ok, Pharasma ,what do I do now? Marl is starting to perceive reality because he can't control this. There a undead bugbear With a body of a young boy. Not all have die in the earthquake it seem.

Anyway, we are wet. I am low on healing in a place where individual monster can kill all of us. I hate to help people. But it is fate and i need their help if i want to give peace to the souls.

"Someone, please go help Marlin at giving sense to this place. I will go examine the body"

heal: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15
Take 10 for perception 20

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The warpriest will invoke the blessings of Rowdrosh on the theif and heal her with a CLW spell 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

@Jobin: You think the boy died of starvation.

On the floor of the room, hidden within a layer of mud, you find a ring. It appears to be magical.

Starvation?Thinks Jobin.

"This body say it died of starvation. Some people could have take refuge here during the earthquakem I suppose we will find similar body."

but that doesn't explain the zombie. Was it really the garderner?

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Give the ring to Radaya.

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if this is the type of ring i think it is, this is a suicide.

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Radayah casts detect magic on it then inspects it. Radayah takes ten for a 19 to figure out what the ring is.

"Ugh... my head..."

Lilia grabs her sword and sheaths it while she gets back up. "Thanks for healing me, guys."

"Say... it's just a suggestion, 'cause we've had some bad luck so far, but what about we get out of here for some rest and return tomorrow? If the healing guys use today's spells to get everyone back in good shape, they can prepare new spells tomorrow."

Lilia takes a moment to fix her hair, then adds, "For the record, I have a healing potion and two healing scrolls in my backpack. In case you need them, let me know or just take them off my body. I bought those for emergencies."

"but what do we do with" Jobin points marlinchen.

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Hyglak limbs over to the group using his spear to hold himself up. " I think Lilia has a good idea I was not prepared for such a tough fight. A day to lick our wound would do us all good." He then pulls out his flask and takes a swig."Plus I'm out of "Fire's Breath". Hyglak says as tipping his flask upside down.

Perhaps a prudent response to this situation would be to retreat, rest and return/ says the warpriest.

It is a ring of feather falling.

Marlinchen, awoken from his shock, turns to you.

Yes, I think it is best if you'd all return. I'd be embarrassed if my daughter saw me associating with pathfinders like this. Thanks for your help anyhow, I'll see headmistress Kiwu look into this horrible murder at once!

After which he politely waits for you to leave.

So we go.

Turning to Jobin. "What do you want to do? It does not look like the Old Man likes us to much." pointing to Marlinchen. "Plus he is a little off in the head."

Shrugging his shoulders and giving a deep sign. "But if you want to try to talk him out of it I'll back you up."

"it seem, he want to go up. That all it matter to me. His fate will decide for him. The exploration of this place is not urgent and I will like to say some words to our historian. I do not wish to see the Boneyard today."

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Yes, yes.. Off you go, you lot.

Marlinchen seems to wait for you all to leave.

"Let's go then."

Lilia exits the necropolis and heads straight to the nearest store. She sells three of her vials of alchemist's fire and one of her scrolls of cure light wounds, then buys a courtier's outfit with matching jewelry.

+85gp for selling 3 alchemist's fire and 1 scroll of CLW at level 1 (full sale value), and minus 80gp for the courtier's outfit and matching jewelry.

The next day, Lilia waits for the others while wearing the black dress she bought. "Hey everyone! Ready for the party?"

Marli, i wonder if you are still alive. thinks Jobin. Wearing that new age purple pharasma outfit that value his golden hair the priest still looks like he was in a funeral.

"It is not a party, it is an anniversary of a tragedy . after this, we go back. The body was too fresh. Take the ring to the ceremony. maybe it is from a parent. It will gave us some clues. Also talk about marl. Maybe someone know about him."

before the ceremony, jobin has talk to drangle about the catacomb and what he know about the school.

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The warpriest will dress simply in homemade clothes which are not fancy but in good repair.

Hyglak hesitates to leave the Old Man down in the necropolis with his wits confused about what this place really is. Hyglak slowly moves toward Darris in a non threatening manner. "Darris this place is not what you think it is! You don't have to leave with us but please leave!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Haha, no, master priest! I'm waiting for my daughter, see! I am considering changing schools for my daughter, though.

He adds with a wink.

Will post 'party' introduction later

"So be it Darris. I will leave you to yourself then." Hyglak walks out with the others. He will go to the store and buy a hand full of items.

I will post the purchase once I figure them all out.

You arrive at the address on the invitation to find a sprawling estate surrounded by a tall, wrought-iron fence and overly decorated in statuary, fountains, and a carefully landscaped garden. The over-the-top opulence of the Dacilane house immediately comes to show in full earnest, before several lackeys dressed in the finest scarlet golden silks open the gate, approaching you.

May I take your coat and weaponry, sirrah? Lady Dacilane is expecting you.

They ask each of you in turn.

"This is not a weapon."says Jobin pointing his dagger." This an official object of the clergy of Pharasma for cérémonials like this. If you fear that I start something stupid, put me one of those weaponbond. But you will not take the symbol of fate off me." Jobin takes of all of his equipement.. Execept his armor, shield, symbol, dagger holy water and the ring. With insistance, he will take out his armor and shield.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

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At the shop that most of the others went to, Radayah also bought the outfit with matching jewelry. -80 gp
Softly, Radayah replies to the doormen "Yes, you may." and she hands over her coat and her weapons.

Hyglak eyes the estate. "I could get use to this!" Turning to the greeter."You may take my weapons sir but treat them nice I just bought them. Now where is the drink? I must give thanks my God." Giving the person a big wide smile as he scans the welcome wagon for any alterer motives.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

will keep my scrolls and potions as well as my holy symbol.

The warpriest will hand over his shortsword My sling stays with me. It is sacred and should not be sullied. he states.

@Jobin "Very well Sirrah. You can hire our peacebond scabbards for 5 gold pieces an hour. Would you like one?"

@Radayah "Very well Milady. Follow me, please."

@Hyglak "Very well Sirrah. Follow me, please."

@E'li "Very well Sirrah. You can hire our peacebond bags for 5 gold pieces an hour. Would you like one?"

That cost is unfortunate. The sling is useless with out the bullets. he says handing over the bullets.

Jobin accept.

@E'li: Very well Sirrah. Follow me, please.

@Jobin: Very well Sirrah. Follow me, please. -15 gold pieces

In a strange kind of procession you move up the stairs to a wide plateau. Dacilane Manor is an imposing four-story villa of heavy masonry with a parapet roof that is festooned with numerous leering, demonic gargoyles. The interior of Dacilane Manor is just as imposing as the outside. A wide foyer with a grand staircase leads to the second floor, while open double-doors lead into the drawing room. Heavy black draperies cover all the windows, shrouding the manor in shadows. All of the furniture in the common areas is oversized, expensive, and gothic, made of dark-stained mahogany wood.

You are seated as a group in the far corner of the grand dining hall, farthest from the broad table at the center of the far end of the room. The broad table is empty, but the room is bustling with posh nobility gossiping, elderly gentlemen discussing all kinds of matters and servants running from table to table, making sure everyone is seated.

Your seats shall be here, Sirrahs, M'lady. If you need anything, please let me know. My name is Joffrey. Soon, Lady Dacilane will give a speech in memory of her daughter. Untill that time, please enjoy yourselves. I've put a bottle of Pit Fiend Bourbon on the table for your enjoyment. Now if you'll excuse me, I believe the ambassador of Jalmeray is throwing a fit.

With a nod, Joffrey leaves. It seems as if the room has fallen quiet, as everyone in the room is looking at you.

After a silence that seems like an eternity, a tall, stern-looking, yet attractive Chelaxian woman with sharp features, a fair complexion, and black hair accented with gray and white enter the room from a side door, followed by an entourage. She is dressed in a well-made, floor-length black gown streaked through with crimson. A plain looking silver pentagram necklace is her only jewelry.

After a few introductory formalities, she suddenly starts sobbing:

My daughter Junia was one of so many children lost. Hundreds of them pinned under the rubble in that sinkhole. The black water rising —the kids screaming- ... None of us could get to them. I- I'm sorry. I can't do this. If you'll excuse me..

She then is escorted out of the room by two servants, preventing her from fainting. Shortly after, Joffrey enters once more.

As you understand, the memory is all too fresh. Lady Dacilane has informed me that she is taking a short rest, after which she will return. In the meanwhile, everyone enjoy their food!

As he claps his hands, hundreds of scales filled with the most exotic foods are brought in and everything returns to normal.

What do you want to do?

"First things first!!" Hyglak says as he grabs the bottle of Bourbon on the table and fills a glass. He downs the first glass then fills it again.

Standing up he address the group. "Shall we mingle?" giving them a wink and a smile. "Come on Lilia lets find out what the gossip is." he grabs Lilia and drags her to the next nearest table.

Will work the room trying to get any interesting information and get a feel for the company.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

do i have know more about the necro than what drangle said. After the research.

should have take out the armor and the shield? I could have have more faith on fate. And those eye, they give me, Jobin thinks.

Jobin return to vestiaire and gave his armor and shield. Pharasma will decide my fate. Time to spread the faith in pharasma.

Jobin do his preacher thing. Telling that horrible event was scripted and nothing they could have done would have change something.
If i could say it to detris.
Their souls have gone to the river of souls and being judged. Maybe they would see them in an another form if Pharasma permit it. He also add about a cult who say that tragedy and suffring give access to a better afterlife. Join the church of Pharasma give a better understanding of the nature of thing and elevate the self.

To the pregnant women, Jobin adds their midwifes are the best from the best in the Innersea.

Also he trys to find if someone know Derris and who give his boy the ring. Saying that he want to give it to the family. If someone is disgusted that pathfinder were there, Jobin replys with agressivity:
"I am a criss cleric of Pharasma. A highly educated professional of the soul. The goddess will rip me if my power if i desturb the peaceful dead. Each body found is bless take out to the church where the family can claim him. And don't think your child would like to be beside a bugbear zombie."

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sense motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

The warpriest will enjoy the food and water.

Uncomfortable with all the attention, Radayah just tries to look invisible and enjoy the food and water.

Lilia handed her weapons over.

"I should learn to hide objects on my body," Lilia whispers to Hyglak, while the latter drags her to the nearest table. "I could've sneaked some weapons in."

Lilia tries to mingle with the crowd, as Hyglak suggested, and meanwhile gather some useful information. "Good day, sir. My name's Lilia Sori. How are you doing?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (18) + 0 = 18

Even with your best behaviour and some of your outfits being haute couture, the people in the room are not interested in mingling with pathfinders at all. They either ignore you or politely tell you to leave with a look of disdain. The banquest lingers on and after an hour or so you give up talking to these people. In the meanwhile the decadence around you is stifling...

A big smile comes across Hyglak's face as it finally dawns on him. ... The Lady Dacilane's speech was all an act. She wanted to give us time to talk with her ...

Giving the rest of the group a nod, then whispering into Lilia's ear. "Time to go I believe the Lady Dacilane would like to meet us." Hyglak makes his way to the doorway that Lady Dacilane exited the hall.

I wouldn't be suprised if there more than a few followers of urgathoa in this place.
Jobin follows Higlak.

Radayah follows everyone.

Looking around and seeing that his party has left the party he makes sure to grab another piece of cake and follows them out the door.

"How did I not notice?" Lilia mumbles, voicing her thoughts.

"Good that you did, Hyglak."

Joffrey is waiting at the door.

Milady, Sirrah, this way please.

You enter a large study, with a desk that could easily function as a dining table for a large family. Behind it sits lady Dacilane, who gestures for you to sit. Behind her is an enormous painting of her daughter—a rigid, sharp-featured young girl with long black hair—that looms over the entire chamber.

Ah, I am pleased that you could make it. Sit, please. Joffrey, more bourbon.

She smiles a sad smile.

You probably wonder, why all the secrecy? She could have invited us over here, no banquet needed. Well, that is because us nobles have certain... standards to abide by. I have called you here to wish you luck on your upcoming expedition to the Tri-towers yard.

ish... We already done it. Jobin scratchs his face a little. But, could she repeat? She have created a event just to meet us and that her neighbour be less suspicious? Anyway, it was fate that we meet at this place and i have no voice on how it pass.

"Thank you for your luck. I am Jobin the light, chosen of pharasma and this my compagnons. Lilia sori is our specialist of hazard in ruins. E'li is our holy sniper against monster who ram. Radaya is our master of the arcane world and Hyglak is bravery incarned.

We thank you to have accepted that we explore the school. Pharasma as sent me to this expedition to ensure that will be done in respect of those who died. "

Jobin takes a great breath. His face seem more calm. His speach more slow.

" That said, I feel sorry for your lost. Losing a child hurts beyond word even after one year. What I or my goddess would say to confort you pale in comparaison of what you feel. What was her name? Do you to talk about her ?We have all night you know.
"

diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

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Her face bleakens when she hears your words but keeping a smile.

No need to bluff, monsieur. I am not here for ill ramblings on a lost child. I need her body back, so I can get her a proper funeral. I just wish this blight from the land, that we all may find rest.

She points at the portait above her.

Junia was my only daughter, and by the hells, she will be the last I ever have. She didn't love me, but as much as she despised me I still loved her for what she was.. A being of chaos, two faced, unbound.

Her smile turns to a grim expression of disproval.

I have enough of this "meeting". I understand that you have already managed to get inside, so get in there and finish the job before that Marlinchen idiot kills himself.

She takes the bottle of bourbon, drinks two large gulps, hammers it down on the desk and stands up.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a party to run. Best of luck.

And with that, she walks off, followed closely by Joffrey. Another servant enters the room, gesturing for your leave. Lady Dacilane ignores you for the rest of the party and after a short moment you are standing outside, gear back in hand.

Next morning, buy stuff, eat breakfast together, get out

You are in the room where you found the boy and 'billy', but no sign of Marlinchen anywhere on the grounds or in here. The door in front of you is ajar, but nothing is heard except for the faint sound of dripping water and the rain trickling down from the hatch you opened earlier.

What do you want to do?

and i was honest. She know marl. And is fond of him. And we don't know whose ring it is. Why she wanted to see us if she act like that? Maybe i am more confortable with dead that other are.

"Let's enter and same as last time but this time. Six magic rocks"
sheet need to be updated but will soon. Just remove fear left.

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Standing out side the Lady's house. "Well that was rude! She treats us like that and expects us to be her errand boys!!! I think not." He storms off. A short way down the street he turns to Lilia and gives a wink as he pulls a bottle of the bourbon out from under his jacket. "How about we continue the party somewhere else. Complements of the Lady Dacilane!" He take a big swing and passes the bottle.

Hyglak wakes in the morning and puts his old clothes back on, saving the nice set for after the crawling through dungeons. He fills his flask with the last of the bourbon and heals his wounds and little hangover.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

As the group approaches the pool entrance to the necropolis Hyglak turns to the group. "Ok this time no jumping into water when you can't swim or charging into battle without a plan." He eyes Jobin and Lilia both as he talks. "Are we agreed?" From the last battle I see that our group's strength is to stay at range and using our magic to defeat our foes." He stands with is arms crossed.