[PFS] GM Lithrac's Wardens of Sulfur Gulch (#8-04) (Inactive)

Game Master Cyril Corbaz

Lumpy wrinkles his mustache. "Gee wilikers! Well, this is a mess! I too can teleport." Lumpy has D-Door is OK with using it alongside Alie.

"I think we should keep some of this stuff. I can hide some of it in my Pathfinder Pouch, and try to stealth fully carry the rest."

Not sure what kind of check, but Lumpy has both Stealth and Sleight of Hand.

"Keeping Isirah safenis all I care about. I'm fine with leaving everything else behind. Remember, we are to keep good relations with the Ghost Wolves!"

Elindriel also has dimension door, if needed.

Elindriel sighs, "I agree that we should leave anything that would not fit in the pouch, but to leave anything that would fit would seem...unnecessary?"

Alright, the consensus seems clear.

Running helter-skelter across the synthesis lab proves exhausting, as you try to avoid tripping on metal wires, dodge high-pressure boiling steam and not giving in to fear. Fortunately, the light of day can soon be seen ahead, a glimmer of hope to your eyes. You hastily relinquish the cumbersome technological items you had found and hide away the smaller ones - including Isirah's metal and glass sheet - in Lumpy's Pathfinder Pouch. You manage to do it just in time before a deadly gas is released in the complex, the moment when you finally reach the exit. There, the Ghost Wolves stare at you in a surprised manner, and their spokesperson Jala strides to meet you. "Those noises... what happened inside? You haven't brought anything back with you... did you?"

Now's the time to shine! I'll need a Sleight of hand check from Lumpy, and a Bluff check from Conan to try to get away with the items you hid.

Conan takes a deep breath of the blessedly clean, gas-free air, then offers a crisp salute to Jala.

"Hello again! It appears that your people have a GOOD DEAL OF SENSE in staying out of that place!" he says in a slightly-tired version of his usual booming voice. "There was some MALEVOLENT ENTITY within that sought to poison us with her POOR ATTITUDE and VERY BAD BREATH."

Conan resheaths his blade with a head shake. "She was very rude," he confides to Jala with a tap to the side of his nose. "And I think the bowels of that place will be very TOXIC for ages. I don't imagine anyone else should go in for a long time, IF EVER."

At the question, he blinks in an innocent fashion, his clear blue eyes settling on Jala with a slightly hurt expression.

"Of course not, Madam Wolf. We had an agreement, no? I understand that some foreigners may seek to cheat your people, but CONAN O'BRIEN is a HERO. I aim the light of truth at the corrupt through HUMOR; I am no dealer in FALSEHOODS.

"--besides, we were mostly running for our lives. Even if we had wished to cheat on our bargain, we simply wouldn't have had time," Conan adds with a shrug, and busies himself shaking his glorious red hair free of the acrid stench of the poison.

Bluff: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (15) + 20 = 35 I'll take it~

Aid to Bluff 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19

"He's right. It was terrible in there. I'll never get this stink out of my clothes. Of course, we didn't bring anything out with us."

Sleight of Hand (Heroism, Inspiration): 1d20 + 10 + 2 + 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 10 + 2 + (4) + 2 = 28

Lumpy is busy being quiet, for once, trying to make sure his equipment is unseen.

Jala eyes you for a split second, then shakes his head. "Forgive me - Xol-Nomag trusts you entirely, and I see her trust is well-placed. Follow me, for we have to celebrate your coming back alive. I hope you have a new tale to tell, friends!" he concludes, a large smile on his face.

Jala Spirit-Eye leads you back to the Sellen River; otherwise, where you take the boat back to Tymon. Venture-Captain Smine welcomes you back, congratulating you on the success of your mission. The dwarven venture-captain is extremely excited to meet Isirah, both as a unique source of Numerian lore and as a fellow explorer. Within minutes he’s begun convincing her to join the Pathfinder Society, though neither one is entirely clear what that might entail for someone in her condition.

That's the end of the scenario! Please visit the Discussion thread to download and print your chronicle sheet. I hope everyone enjoyed this scenario!

I'm so weak! I... I need to eat! Maybe a bit of Alie... She seems... NO WAY, FOOL! Inhale, Exhale. Now. For the glory of Milani, I shall control this affliction.

The tiefling seems to be fighting an inner battle but his resolve is too great and he shakes off a little bit of the affliction.

"Companions, it was a pleasure to venture with you. Good fortune on your future adventures. May Milani guide your steps and your missteps."

Conan grins at his friends, both new and old alike, with hearty shoulder-clasps all around, as they come within sight of Tymon.

"WELL DONE, fellow HEROES. It was a pleasure to work with you! As a parting note.... VOROS, DO YOU KNOW HOW THE ALCHEMIST TURNED SOUP INTO GOLD?"

Conan grins brightly, anticipating guesses, but if none are offered...

I almost face-palmed myself IRL. Good one haha!

Voros blinks twice as he's trying to figure how carrots in a soup make it golden. He eventually shrugs and manages a painful smile to please Conan.

Conan beams, pleased with this response from Voros and taking it at face value. With that, he cheerfully offers to buy a drink for any of the others before they all begin the long journey back to Absalom.

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