[PFS] Murder on the Throaty Mermaid (Inactive)

Game Master Curaigh

"I don't mind at all", Dylara replies to Traceni. She smiles widely when Traceni comments on Melon's beauty.

"My parents are birdkeepers, and collect all kinds of birds. For my fourteenth birthday my father gave me this huge egg, larger than Lizzy here." She points at Beads. "When the egg hatched there was the cutest baby bird I'd ever seen, be it a bit large. Melon's about as large as I am now, but father said she'll continue to grow. He also said when Melon's large enough, she'll be able to carry me while flying."

Malleck laughed. It sure was a bit of a thing with similar names. At his cabin he turns to the first officer
"Is there a chance that I may be able to meet some of the crew? I hear sailor ladies can be quite the handful"

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Mallic, having not been introduced, seems confused. "Err right.... It'd be best if you wait until we are out of the harbor before you get to moving about. A lot of jobs to get done now that everyone is back a'board. But the first mate does give you the doc's location for when he's not needed to help sail. "You can meet all the crew when their not busy sailing. Maybe this is yer first sea voyage. There will be plenty of time with nothing to do, but when there's work there loads of it."

The tiefling nods
"I understand." he smirks as he puts out a paw "My name is Malleck by the way"

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"And I'm Dylara." She copies Malleck and puts out a hand. "And this beautiful birdy here is my best friend, Melon."

So this put-out-your-hand thing is part of social interaction? Interesting.

Branson will look to Mallick and states, I am not a sailor, although I would be willing to learn. I believe that swabbing the deck and cleaning is usually the place to start, so once we are out of port, can I be provided with some cleaning supplies and such, so I can set to work?

Turning towards his companions, he continues, My friends, I trust that you will not mind if I accompany you to meet with the ship's healer? I am, of course, always anxious to learn new ways of practicing the healer's craft, and I am sure that medicine aboard a ship such as this has solutions for problems I am not usually faced with. Not to mention, that if he does have thoughts on watching over your bird, I would be glad to learn those techniques as well. Continuing on, he opines, and afterwards, perhaps we should check in on Sephriel and his party afterwards, and ensure they are well settled?

With a curtsey the Varisian introduces herself.

"How do you do? My name is Traceni Skrit. And yes, maybe this is my first sea voyage. I'd be in your debt if you could show me around, let me know how I may be of assistance."

Diplomacy check: Take 10, get 18.

"I won't mind, Branson. The more the merrier."

Lizzy looks at Mallic with a smile.
"Hello mr Mallic. I may be small and not as muscular for the heavy tasks on the ship, but i do great impersonations and i can sing or tell stories to entertain the crew."

Hearing what Branson said, she agrees.
"Uhuh..."
Right, the paper said i had to give the message to Sephriel's bodyguard. Neat.

So then, off to the ship's doctor shall we? Do we know where he is?, so saying Branson looks to his companions and nods towards whatever direction seems most likely to lead towards the doctor [if one exists].

Killik is not in the crew's cabin when you first check, but within the hour the party finds him there. No one else is here, though there are bunks with a footlocker for the crew. The healer lays on his bunk staring into space.

"K" (Killick) on the map is the crew's quarters. Please add yourself to the map.

"Hello?" Dylara knocks before entering the room where Killick is. "I heard you're Killick, the ship's medic? I'm Dylara and this girl here is my best friend, Melon." She points at Melon.

Melon inspects one of the beds. "Praa?"

Traceni regards Killik quizzically, saying merely, "Oh."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Heal: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

She approaches Killik, staring up into the space where he looks. Concerned, she turns back to him and adds, "That is a heavy weight."

Malleck waits patiently. It was a long trip. No use to rush things now. Otherwise he will get bored. And him being bored he knew was not the best thing in the world

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Killik offers an uninterested glance at the newcomers. Then he returns staring into space. "Busy" is all the human says.

Branson will stand just outside the door, leaning in and listening to the conversation.

Traceni turns to the others. "We should let him do his work."

She then lies on the floor next to Killik's bunk and joins him in staring into space.

Branson watches Traceni for a moment, and looks to Killik, greetings friend! I notice that you are a supplicant to the Pirate Queen, which should not come as a a surprise to any, as she is worthy of worship for any who would cross her watery domain. I am, nonetheless, somewhat ignorant of her particular rites and customs, and would not wish to offend you, or her, in any way. However, I am at your service if I can be of any assistance. I am Branson, and I pay my primary allegiance to Korada, however I respect the other gods, including Your Lady of the Seas.

The cleric looks askance at Branson and at the staring Traceni. Not sure if he is being mocked he says, "I've got nothin' for you 'nless you've got somethin' for me."

Traceni continues looking into space while replying, "I just thought you might prefer some peace and quiet. My apologies, I always prefer to pray this way, myself."

With a wry smile, her eyes never leaving the ceiling, she adds, "What would you like?"

"If there's anything you want," Dylara says as she steps closer. "tell me. I might be able to 'smuggle' it into your cabin, haha!"

Melon jumps on top of one of the beds. She turns in a circle, and lies herself down with her head on the pillow while staring at Dylara.

Indeed, the Lady Dylara has concerns about the health and wellbeing of her bird, and she has concerns that I may be unable to keep him healthy. She was hoping that you had a greater knowledge of avian physiology, and it was my hope that you could also impart this knowledge on me, so that I too can be prepared to treat creatures such as Melon here?

Killick looks at the bird. Then he unfolds a red bandanna and places it on the corner of his bunk. He lies back down and continues staring.

After a moment he says, "Every minute I'm helping you is a minute I'm not doing something more...." He leaves the sentence at that and returns to staring into space.

"Is there something that bothers you, Killick? Can I do something to help you? You do realize you're not being very productive now at all, lying on your bed? You're not exactly helping us right now..."

Diplomacy: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0 My first 0 ever!
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Alrighty then, Branson will take a good hard look at Killick, to determine if he seems sick, fatigued, injured, etc. Sometimes doctors make the worst patients themselves.

Heal: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Noting the interactions but trying not to contribute to Killick's distractions, Traceni whispers a silent prayer and waves her hands over her eyes. She stands to face Dylara and Branson.

"Come, we shouldn't bother Killick further. Dylara, there may be another who would know more about the roc aboard this ship. We should speak to Killick at another time. This is not the time."

I am fine with that course of action my friend, perhaps then we should check in on Sephriel and his party?

Dylara takes a sheet of parchment, black ink and an inkpen out of her backpack, and sits herself down with her back to the wall. When Dylara's done she folds the sheet, stands up and tucks it in Killick's hands.

"Is this enough to help you? If not, tell me what is." Dylara asks Killick with a smile. "I'd like to know more about medicines for Melon, we're not used to the sea."

Traceni shakes her head. "You know what will help him, but this line of inquiry will have to wait. But, since we are discussing the passing of notes..."

Traceni reaches for something on her hip, finds it empty, feels around, and looks genuinely surprised to find a coin purse in her undergarments. She pulls out 5gp and drops it into the folds of the red bandanna. "Allow me to give you my tithe, may she grant us a fruitful voyage."

Is it time now, to go and check on our charge?

Malleck finally walks to where he hears the group
"Hello people. Kinda got bored, and I dont like being bored. What do we have here? Anything interesting?"

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The cleric looks at the note and then at Dylara. He squints hard hoping to see some detail in her appearance. "What you tryin' to do, trip an innocent man up?"

He stops questioning the half-elf when Traceni makes a contribution. Again he stares closely at the person before him. He notes Malek and Brannock as well and finally nods. "Ach, that'll 'bout do it for you, but what about the rest of you? I don't run no charity for the Pirate Queen."

"I just want the information. Think about my offer, and tomorrow I'll return." Dylara takes the sheet of parchment from Killick, and puts it inside her coat.

Dylara stands up and puts away the ink and inkpen, then looks at Killick again. "Before I leave, do you happen to know if there's someone who likes exotic animals on this ship? And where I might find that person? My parents are birdkeepers, and I will one day inherit their company. As you can see," she motions at Melon, "I have a love for exotic birds."

Killick refuses to answer Dylara's question, noting by nods, winks, 'ahems' and other signals, that the red bandana only has one 'tithing'.
Killick is only willing to give Traceni any of his 'valuable' time.

With a beatific smile, Traceni responds, "Branson and Malleck, perhaps you should escort Dylara and Melon to meet with our charge. I shall follow shortly. Let's not bother such a busy and important man more than we have to."

She absentmindedly lays a hand on Dylara's arm. "Is there anything I should contemplate in communion, my dear?"

Umm, yes, if you say so, very well and he looks to Dylara and Malleck, will you accompany me to go and check on Sephriel? As Branson heads off towards Sephriel's he can be heard mumbling strange woman, strange faith, just strange all the way around.

Sephriel has taken over the first mate's cabin on the same deck as the crews quarters. The first mate was none too happy about this as it was apparent when he pointed the cabin out.

Sephriel's body guard stands outside the door. T & S on the map.

Traceni, Kellick is willing to speak with you, what would you like to ask?

Not having business with the medic and being so small, Lizzy was likely unnoticed by the physician.

We're off to see the big mister Sephriel? Yay, mission time.

Branson (I believe followed by Lizzy and possibly Malleck?) will head on to Sephriel's cabin. When we arrive, Branson will encourage one (both?) of his two companions to go in and check on him, saying something like Obviously I am not that good with people, as witnessed by my failures back there with the doctor, perhaps you should go in and check on Sephriel. Make sure he is comfortable and if there is anything we can do for him. I'll wait out here within earshot, call me if you need me.

Lizzy took off a littlesooner than the other(s), Upon arriving at Sephriel's quarters, Lizzy looks up at the stationed bodyguard.
"Hello mister, down here please."
The guy looking down..

"Hello. I'm a Lizzy. I'm a bard and i just joined up for the journey.
There is a story i would share with you."

@GM, her story to the bodyguard

If he will allow it, the following
Lizzy knocks at the door. "Hello mister Zephriel. My name's Lizzy and i'm with the explorer's group who came along. Is there anything we can do for you? We have a pet bird with us and i can tell stories and sing, should you wish for happy distraction."

"Perhaps we can talk later?" Dylara whispers to Traceni. "I have a feeling we're out for the same information."

Dylara shakes her head at Branson's request. "I have to ask the first mate some things about the voyage." Dylara then walks to where the party left first mate Mallick earlier.

Outside the door stands a tall elf, he has an impressive curved blade by his side. As the party approaches he rests a hand on the hilt. He is wary but polite as the Pathfinders introduce themselves. He listens to Lizzy's story and laughs. "Well met then Pathfinders. Yes I enjoyed your story. My name is Thanzeril, and I have been Sephriel's body guard for two years. I appreciate the extra help you offer. Personally I think the only threat comes from this unruly crew, but the sea hides many dangers in its deep expanses."

"He does not wish to be disturbed for the duration of the voyage however."

Meanwhile back in the crew's quarters...

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Branson shrugs, but then turns to the elf, i trust that Sephriel is well? I could provide some herbs to allay seasickness if needed. In any event, it is a custom among my people to present gifts to certain friends, particularly those who would see the secrets of the ancients explored, and made available to modern man, and of course elves. Speaking for myself, as well as the Ruby Prince, and the Society, we all share this goal, which of course was the goal of your master's mission on this trip. Please accept this trinket as a symbol of our mutual goals, and with a gentle bow, Branson presents Thanzeril with a small cabochon.

Thazeril bows in gratitude to Branson. "Truth be told: I hope the emissary decides in your favor when he presents on his trip.
Osirion mission alpha: complete