PFS Port Godless (Inactive)

Game Master terraleon

"Where would he still be about, then?"
"I should point out we will be his problem."
"He won't be your problem."

diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14 (meh)

"Yeah...we need to find this guy," Saarai agrees.

diplo aid: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20

"Pretty pleeeaaase?"

With a sigh she lets you know that the Pure Legion was also here looking for him.

If you show her the sketch you were given she will say that is Maroc.

"Oh no." Sickly mutters. "Why would they be looking for him?"

"Hmph! Sounds like it might be a bit harder to find Madoc."
"If the Pure Legion …"
"Stodgy legion, more like!"
"… wants him, he's probably in hiding."

"Where would someone hide from the Pure Legion, Akhina?"
"Hypothetically, of course."
diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11 (meh … again)

Sidney shifts and his tight short rolls up showing off his six-pack.

"I would take it as a personal favor to know."

"Maybe we're in the market to buy some copper...where would we put out feelers for that?" Saarai asks.

"I do not know why they would be looking for him but it cant bode well." She says. "I honestly dont know. They didt seem to know who he was or have a real discription of him. So he may still be living normally. Sometimes thats the best way to remain unseen." She adds.

Saarai asks around to try to find a place to buy copper, but only comes to dead ends.

gather info: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Any other ideas?

Gruugdúrz will likewise try to gather information about copper dealers
diplomacy, gather info: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12 (meh)

Too bad Intimidate isn't used to gather information!
For Gruugdúrz, that would be easy-peasy!

canvasing the neighbourhood is apparently not our strong suit... =)

Remember you had a second place to explore to look for him. In the Grand Sook. Head there?

Right! That would be a good place to look for all manner of merchants, I should think.

Yes, let's head to the Grand Sook.

I wonder if anyone will think Gruugdúrz sticks out.
He's only carrying around a 12 ft long Lucerene Hammer!

The envelope’s instructions lead you to an empty stall along the southern edge of the sook, though by all indications it seems that the space was occupied recently. There are other vendors around on a busy day at the Sook.

I think the more diplomatic types should ask those vendors about the empty stall and/or that Madoc fellow.

Miyako walks into the stall and takes her time to thoroughly inspect it.

Perception, take 20: 20 + 4 = 24

This is a new round of talks here so diplo bluff or intimidate to find out more info from the ones around the stall. And what you are saying. There are plenty of vendors near by.

Gruugdúrz will start asking merchants near the stalls if they know the whereabouts of the merchant who was there.
diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Sidney decides to show off, and lifts some heavy barrels and boxes for the merchants. He winks to the prettier ladies in the market.

"I could use some help here. Can I rent that empty stall and put in my strong man booth? Anyone know its history, maybe the guy who had it before he took off?"

diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

"Yeah, my cousin used to sell copper here, but we haven't heard form him forever and our family is worried sick. Can you tell me where he's packed up to?" Saarai asks a nearby merchant.

bluff: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27

Realising his charm is … uninspiring … Gruugdúrz mutters something about being hungry (as usual).

Miyako also approaches someone and tries to learn something.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28

"Hi! Do you know the man who used to occupy that stall? I'm trying to find him."

The two closest vendors seem to be in a contest as to who can give you the best information. But both end up pointing you towards the racetrack! They also warn you to be careful as the pure legion is also looking for him but promise to keep you guys a secret.

Head that way?

Azir is known for its swift, sleek dogs, and breeders often congregate at a racetrack near the outskirts of town to test their hounds’ speed. Today the track has drawn a boisterous crowd of gamblers who shout bets, laugh, and occasionally curse their luck following a bad race. With so many people seeking relaxation and distraction, the track is a hotbed for gossip and news.

Another round of checks as you ask around and dont forget you arent to only ones looking for him so getting people to not share that you exist is good!

"I guess we can go to the racetrack."
"I could spend some coin on a flutter while we're there."

Saarai continues to ask around for her 'cousin' the copper merchant.

"The Pure Legion doesn't want anything said about him...you haven't seen that I've been asking about him, have you?" Saarai asks a contact.

bluff: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (6) + 13 = 19

AFter asking around for a while you find several patrons know of Maroc, having whiled away several hours with him earlier in the day. He had complained that he needed coin for slaves and hoped to earn it through a few good bets, but his luck was terrible. After losing big, he decided to take a soak at the Jistka Bathhouse to forget his troubles.

"I guess I can bet on the dogs later."
"There's always time for that."

Saarai starts walking toward the bath house.

"Plus, some of you need a good bath. Let's call this two birds with one stone."

Sickly looks extremely uncomfortable at the mention of a bathhouse.

"A public bathhouse?" He moans.

The mere thought of all the infections he could get in a place like that sends him into a slight panic.

"Maybe I'll just wait outside." he mutters unhappily.

"Not a chance!" Saarai quips to Sickly. "You need this the most!"

"And anyway, it's a bathhouse."
"What could possibly go wrong?"

Sickly starts muttering to himself what sounds like a list of diseases, though its hard to tell.

"It's not a mixed bath, is it?" Miyako asks with a slightly worried tone in her voice. "Or is that what public bath means around these parts? 'Cause where I'm from that's different from a mixed public bath, but I've heard that doesn't hold true everywhere."

The Jistkan Baths is one of the oldest bathhouses in Azir, and local legend claims the building dates back to the long-gone Jistkan civilization that once ruled northern Rahadoum. Any such evidence of this ancient heritage have been lost to centuries of repairs, yet the well-maintained marble facade nonetheless advertises an elegant facility. Any are welcome in the mixed-gender bathhouse so long as they do not disturb the other guests, and the most exclusive baths are located down a spiral staircase.

"Hello, hello." You are greeted by a well groomed young man in a uniform of the house. "Baths i presume?" After you say yes. "Good good. That will be 1 gold piece each. Lovely. This way." He leads you down a hallway to a locker room, handing each of you a soft and exquisite bath robe. "Please please. Leave all your gear here. Weapons and armor get in the way when patrons are trying to relax in the baths." With that he bows and leaves you all to change.

Whats the plan? What do you do?

"Oh well, just so long as my gear doesn't get mussed up."
"And it stays put!"

"Oh well. At least I can still fight without any of my weapons."

Gruugdúrz stows his gear, changes into his birthday suite …
Not really caring if anyone gets a good fright look or not.
… and then gets into the robe provided.

"Comfy! Okay, let's go wash. And look for this Maroc fellow."

Sickly is in a near panic... clearly having no desire to disrobe in front of other people... much less in a public bath.

"I think I should stay out here... keep an eye out." he mutters.

Sidney is reluctant to give up his glaive, but he does so.

His mage armor, and anyone else wanting it, is no encumbrance.

Sidney seems to enjoy the chance to exhibit himself.

Saarai smirks at the situation.

"Come on, Sickly! This will be fun!"

She changes into the robe, knowing her magic will provide a good backup.

"Let's go find our copper merchant!"

The lockers do lock and you have a little key so your things will be safe.

The chilled bath of the Jistka Bathhouse is in the lower level of the structure, a mixed-gender facility where the modest either soak in light robes or seek other places. The air is cool and humid and the lighting is dim. Faint lanterns reflect off the water and the sound of running water echoes off the tile floor and walls.

You see a man that matches the description you have but he doesn't seem to notice you or just doesn't care.

Gruugdúrz quietly pionts out the man that might be the merchant to the others.
Without waiting for a response, he casually goes and sits near the man.

"Afternoon! My name is Gruugdúrz.
"I'm new to this city."
"How about yourself?"
diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Saarai slides into the bath next to Gruugdurz.

"Let's not beat around the bush, my half-orc friend. Yes, we know you're trying to stay on the down-low," she says to the man. "And this is a strange place to sell copper," Saarai offers. "But we're in the market. We promise not to say anything, too."

bluff: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

"Subtle? Me?"

Sickly never leaves the changing room, still in there, sitting on a bench, trying, and failing, to work up the nerve to strip down.

Sidney walks up to the man.
"How much do you think I can lift?"

He casually does a flex pose.

Miyako peeks around the corner of the changing room, afraid to enter the bathhouse naked. She grabs the towel she received and wraps it around her body, easily concealing her tiny frame. while firmly clasping the towel Miyako steps into the bathhouse.

She flushes red when seeing how many naked men there are, turns 180 degrees, and goes back into the changing room.

"What's taking Sickly and Miyako so long?"

Gruugdúrz rolls his eyes with Sidney's display.
But says nothing (with great restraint).

"Honestly, what do you people want? I'm trying to enjoy my bath." The man says dismissively.