Delgur to Milton:
Uh you know, this treaty was not written or something. Stories say that after the vulcano erupted and heavily damaged our old village, Tygora came along and offered our ancestors a single wish. Knowing that repairs would take years and risk unwanted exposure to the Kelishites, the town’s council wished for a rebuilt settlement, seclusion, and safety from the outside world. She granted the wish, but somehow made it so she ruled the new village. That´s all really.
I´m afraid she plans to go to war against your people, there´s not much around else.
After Yanos speech you can see the oreads stirr. Obviously, the whole inn listened to what you said and watched you. It seems some caught on, slam their fists on the tables and get up, nodding in agreement to each other.
You can hear things like: He´s right!...i think they can do it...finaly something to be done...let´s prepare to help...don´t hurt the children, just keep them away...spread the word...gather...
Some go and leave the inn, probably to spread the word.
Delgur:
You want some more beer? Do you know where the smithy is?
Delgur gives you directions to the smithy and you walk over there.
Smoke rises from a massive chimney in this open-sided smithy, whose ceiling rises at least twenty feet above the ground at its lowest point. A fenced yard hosts a multitude of swords, shields, breastplates, and helms—some are propped up on stands and others lying incomplete in piles. The cadence of steel on steel rings out from the shop.
Magically crafted and crossbred from fire giants and stone giants by ancient wizards, slag giants are among the foremost artisans and crafters of giantkind. Proportioned more like stone giants than fire giants, slag giants have long limbs with lean muscles; they stand 14 feet tall and weigh 3,000 pounds. Slag giants' skin color ranges from a deep and ruddy hue to a rusty orange. Their hair is black, gray, or white, though males and females both tend to keep their hair cropped close or shaved off. Slag giants can live to be 400 years old.
Slag giants usually evince a cold, detached attitude about everything other than their work. Their inherent understanding of metalworking and resistance to fire allow them to craft arms and armor from inside their huge forges, sometimes working the metal with their bare hands. Small families of slag giants often ally with clans of other giants, providing masterwork armor and weapons in exchange for ore and the freedom to practice their crafting skills in peace. Even militaristic fire giants (who pride themselves on their strength and martial prowess) respect the fine work of the weaker slag giants, and usually attempt to ally with the artisans rather than enslaving them.
Slag giant settlements usually consist of several stone homes (built from or surrounded by forge slag) with built-in forges and large, smoking chimneys. Most are in hills or mountains, but they can be found anywhere there is a ready supply of iron ore. Although they prefer creation to combat, slag giants are brutal and efficient fighters, capable of destroying an enemy's weapons or armor in a few precise blows. They often let opponents retreat if it gives the giants the opportunity to collect any broken weapons and armor as salvage. If approached peacefully, they are willing to barter or sell their goods, though they usually don't have human-sized items on hand. Trespassers who carelessly or wantonly destroy a slag giant's work or foul its forge usually end up in the fire. Most settlements have several giant-sized breastplates the residents can don if they expect a serious fight.
You hear loud clanging and banging from inside the workshop.
You walk over the fenced yard hosting a multitude of swords, shields, breastplates, and helms, which are enough to arm a small army.
There is a large open archway and inside a large fireplace, where a 14 feet tall red-skinned giant stands infront of an amboss, hammering something on it fiercely with a huge hammer you doubt somebody of you could swing like that. There must be enormous force at work.
The giant notices you in the corner of the eye, stops his hammerswinging and turns slightly, looking at you over the shoulder only first.
What do you want, don´t you see i´m busy?
Then after a second he turns some more.
Oh! You´re not from here! He eyes you up and down, or more precisely, your equipment, reaching out and turning you around or lifting a weapon herre and there before you can react.
I see you have some sense and taste in good work! That´s some nice weapons and armor you brought, good craftsmanship.
His eyes rest on Yanos broken sword.
Dwarven craftsmanship—such a gorgeous piece of work, ruined.
A deep sigh comes from his lungs.
I´m Valsog, what do you want from me? I´m still busy crafting weapons for Tygora and can´t spend all day on chattering.
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"Well, Mr. Valsog, we have come looking for some lost friends of ours. It seems no one is willing to speak about them. They look similar to us, and might have had one of these little objects", indicating his Wayfinder, "with them. We where hoping you might able to help us out. And as for this sword, to hear it tell it, it's an ancient blade of champions and great warriors. But honestly, I think someone broke it thus in an attempt just to get the dang thing to shut it's proverbial mouth. . ., but thank you sir, for the complement. I agree. One day, it will be reforged, and once more whole. Lucky for it," he says with a sarcastic, joking smile, "Gamin here has already found the mightiest and wisest warrior in all the land to wield it as is proper.", mockingly pounding his own chest.
"While we have been here, though, we have also learned some pretty dark rumors about this place. Specifically it's leadership, and rumors of wars. We have heard you mentioned a few times, and before we charge in and start anything, well rash, we would like to hear what you would have to say, and why people kept mentioning you in all of this?"
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"In regards to yourself, Valsog," Lady Natalia adds, in a quieter voice, "we had heard, perhaps, that the terms of your won employment, and the labors your undertake here, we're not entirely of your won choosing.
"We seek only to make friends in this town, and to find our lost friends, of course. Are times so tough that you cannot take five minutes to help us find our poor, lost friend? I am Lady Natalia Landros of Taldor, and I am glad to be of service." she takes a deep bow after saying this, smiling, and sneaking a wink at Yanos.
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Thinking about what Valsog said, Lady Natalia decides to show off, a little. She carefully pulls out her Nodachi, which is adamantine, and made in Maheto (the town where the finest Taldane blades are made).
"If you are interested in the finest blades, perhaps you would like a look at what the dwarves and humans of Maheto are capable of! Taldor is proud of their blades, and these are the best in all of Golarion!" She presents the blade to Valsog, for his inspection.
Valsog looks a bit annoyed.
Mhprf that might be right. Didn´t come here on my own. Tygora brought me here, rather forcefully. Doesn´t matter though. She provides me with all the tools i need to work and it´s actually blissful to work without having to worry about something or gathering all the things. Just look at all that iron and steel! He points at a huge stack of metalls in one corner. And the coal too. Near the fire is a secured mountain of coal. I´m quite happy here, no one disturbs me and i can fully concentrate on my work. That´s all that counts.
He pauses for a moment.
But then, some friends could be a good thing. And you have very nice weapons and quality armor, even dwarven craftsmanship.
Sighing, he sets aside his hammer and takes Natalia´s blade to look at it.
It seems to make him happy and he appears moved by the notion of having friends.
Well, it seems there were strangers somewhere around lately, the ifriit were pretty excited about it. Those little pests. They will have brought your friends to Fury´s Hold, Tygoras Palace. I´m sure you´ll find it. Just be careful, the ifriit aren´t friendly, they think themselves better. Don´t like the way they treat everyone,even their parents. They leave me alone mostly because i work for Tygora directly. Guess i can´t help you much.
Speaking this his face grwos clouded.
Tell you what i will do. Won´t fulfill the contract with Tygora. I feel tricked about it, with all her clever chattering. I´m a simple man, no philosopher. But i can see that if i give her the weapons and armor, she´ll give it to the ifriits and nothing good will come from that. I´ll trust the oread to make that right and just destroy my precious work. Hope i can stay here after.
He picks up his hammer again, gently sets you aside and walks out into the yard, where he begins shattering some weapons and armor. He seems pleased and freed.
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"I'm not sure about giant behavior...but was that normal? Ah well...we've talked to the smith..so what's next on the list..storm the castle right? Sure would have been nice to have had some weapons and armor while we did that..but most of the weapons and armor I see around is being smashed by a rather big giant..."
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"Lets see who else we can convinse to not support this evil tyrant before we confront her. If we try hard enough we can just force her to leave by taking away all of her goods and supplys and means to fund this war."
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"One good act does not tip the scale of continues mistreatment and hardship on these people"
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You´re standing by watching Valsog destroying all the weapons and armor, what takes a good while. In the meantime you remember talk of an alchemy shop as a place to visit.
Some oreads are strolling by and watch the giant in amazement, taking note of your presence there.
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Ash seems to remember something and shakes himself out of his fascination of the giant smashing weapons and armor
"Can we go visit that alchemist now? It would be fun seeing someone smash through a lot of alchemical supplies..it might make pretty explosions..I think it will make pretty explosion...it should make pretty explosions..right?"
Ash hops from one foot to the next.
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"Thank you, Master Volsag. I look forward to the time where I might commission a weapon created by your skilled hands. In fact, were you to have time, I would consider it an honor to wield a war hammer crafted by you. If perhaps one could be created that would fit my build and reach, I would be inclined to purchase it and tell the world who created the fine weapon."
To the party, she says, "Yes, we should seek out this alchemist. Disrupting the ifrits plans may have the benefit of removing many of their guards from the castle... and we may learn something of great interest there. "
You have a good feeling about convincing the giant peacefully to cooperarion. However that picture of all the destroyed arms and armor itches in your memory. Perhaps there had been a better way.
You walk over to the alchemy shop, as you happen onto a scene.
Two ifriit just finished throwing some potions and bottles at goods and walls there, while shouting at an oread who stands in a corner.
The oread looks like he worked here, besmirched with concotions and wearing an alchemists apron.
Ifriit:
The oread twitches visibly.
As you enter, one of the ifriit turns to you:
Hold there strangers! Keep your distance and avoid obstructing the
queen’s justice! Might be better for you if you know your place!
It doesn´t sound very friendly.
Several oread are nearby and watch what´s going on, eyes on you awaiting your reaction, but keeping a safe distance.
Map.
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"It looks like you all have this well in hand. Might I inquire as to what law is being enforced, and just what the evidence against my client might be? You see, I represent this man on a semi-anonymous pro bono basis, to wit, he is entitled my counsel in his present dilemma. So if you would be so kind as to certiori the habeas corpus we can commence a defense post hoc ergo propter hoc
He comes in throwing out appropriate Golarion legalese terms.
How well do these sorts normally get along?
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As Xiaobo does not understand what is going on all he sees is man being hurt/intimdated he will immediatly place himself between the ifrit and the oread.
Taking a defensive stance.[fighting defensivly if comes to battle]
"Provide your warrent or leave this man alone"
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The ifriit look at each other confused, but then shrugg their shoulders and turn to you, adressing you in their weird common:
Warrant? And all that blabla? What are you talking about? This man here refused to follow Queen Tygoras orders and she as the rightful ruler here sent us to punish him and show him his limits. You are just intruders, so stay out of this!
Ignoring you, they go on, smiling at the oread:
With cruel laughter, the one more away from the oread cups his hands and releases a torrent of fire from them, igniting the spots on the building where they threw the oil before.
The oread throws his hands up in horror and screams something:
Map.
A wild fire sets the building ablaze. With all the wood, oil, potions and other alchemical stuff around, who knows what will happen?
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"In contravention of the standards of social contracts the multiverse over, you have not taken the appropriate steps to redress the Queen's grievances against my client, and when presented with questions thereto, you have continued and become more egregious in your actions, in a fashion which can not be undone should you be found to be in the wrong and at fault. Pursuant to my obligations to the Lord of Contracts and my client, I must now step in, using such force as may be required. Should either, or both of you wish to repent your misdeeds and throw yourself on the mercy of this court, you may do so by dropping your arms, throwing up your hands, and declaring nolo contendre. At which time, my compatriots and I will ensure you receive both the protections and the judgements as I deem necessary to enforce in this matter. Until such time as you do so declare, you would be advised to defend yourself with vigor, as your lives are now at peril." Milton shakes his head and draws his mace.
And to start combat:
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Xiaobo will 5ft adjacet to both enemies and fighting defensively trip at both
At target 1
At target 2
I only get the attacks if enemy is tripped
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