PFS Scenario, The Refuge of time (Inactive)

Game Master lantzkev

The inn is a sweltering sauna of of sweat of and steam from the pots, with a thick smell of hard laborers, hops, and a thick sea food stew that is constantly bubbling

"This place is disgusting. Why are we even here?" Daxter covers his nose with his hand.

"It smells great Dax!" the big ulfen practically shouts with joy.

"I'm starved. When do we eat!"

"You're always hungry. I suppose it does smell better than you do, so it has that going for it. And I haven't eaten in a while..."

"A nice thick seafood stew will put meat on your bones. You should go for a double serving!" Ursus advises with a laugh.

"And that smell you're always going on about drives the ladies crazy. Women love the musk of a proper man. Remember Jalmeray? The girls in that village were killing for a tumble in the sheets with me."

"No, I'll have a hard enough time stomaching one. Didn't they try to murder you? So what you're say is, your godsawful smell attracts assassins?"

A lithe, elven woman walks in and sits down next to the two Pathfinders.

"Evening gentelman. Looks as though I've been assigned to accompany you." She smiles, a gleeful glint in her eyes.

Daxter eyes this newcomer suspiciously. "I think it just happened again.. Who are you? I've never seen you around the Grand Lodge."

Ursus shrugs.

"Women like a strong man. It can't be helped if a few of them are hired killers."

He pauses.

"Or maybe more than a few..."

***

The big ulfen strokes his beard as the elven newcomer takes a seat at his table. He flashes her a lecherous grin.

"Glad to have you along", he offers in greeting.

"The name's Ursus."

Merisiel grins and bows her head ever so slightly "I'm Merisiel and it's my job to not be seen."

"Or almost all of them. Personally I think you have a problem, many problems actually. That being one of them. I am known as Daxter."

Picking up on the two's conversation "Well, I can assure you I'm not hear to assassinate any of you, quite the contrary I'm here to help keep you alive."

"That remains to be seen. But for now, welcome."

"Big Brother! I found it! Here, here, take a look!"

A lithe woman in her early 20s wearing a shiny chain shirt and carrying a scimitar in her belt enters the inn and steps up to Daxter to hand him a jar with some sort of very white and cold rock inside. It seems to be creating extremely cold steam cloud.

"Here you go. Its as much of the Hardtofindium as I could get. Anyways, why did you send me to go get this rock? I had to get someone else to help me get to the elemental plane of ice to find it. It was really, really cold there."

Gina brought dry ice to Daxter, which incidentally fit Daxter's description of Hardtofindium: Super cold, doesn't become a liquid under normal circumstances, doesn't normally exist.

"You found it? I mean of course you found it." The young Cheliaxan seems a bit disturbed by this woman's arrival. "Well this does fit the description I gave you. And yes, the plane of ice is very cold." He blinks a few times before putting the jar away. "I guess since you did find it, just have a seat. I don't have anything else for you to get. This day just keeps getting better and better..."

"Yey!" Gina happily takes a seat. "So big brother, what are we having for breakfast? Anything good?

"Apparently they serve a seafood stew here." Daxter sighs. "Did I do something to the Decemvirate? Is this kind of thing why Torch is so angry?"

The braids of Ursus's golden beard sway when the ulfen grins at Gina's arrival.

"Has Dax ever told you about the time I killed a rakshasa? I got a hold of it and when it didn't yield, I crushed it with my bare hands", the big northman's boasts while flexing one huge arm to emphasize his point.

Daxter rolls his eyes at Ursus' umpteenth telling of the story. "Yes, yes. Like a rabid animal you tore it apart. I tell physics to take a break every day but you don't see me bragging about it."

Gina shakes her head.

"No, Big brother doesn't tell a lot of stories about people he works with. When he does, he usually calls them BSFs, but never told me what a BSF is. He sometimes calls me a BSF on occasion too. Big Brother, what is a BSF?"

"I called you that once for the record. But a BSF is typically someone that every team needs. They stand in front and occupy whatever horrible beast we are fighting so I can warp reality unimpeded."

Perfectly clueless, Gina replies, "Ok!" Turning to Ursus, Gina says, "You must be very, very important to my brother then. Do you travel with him alot as his BSF? I joined the society to travel with him, but the Decemvirate doesn't seem to pair me up with him much.

"Thank the matrix for that.." Daxter mumbles to himself. "I wouldn't say that. He has a role, he knows what it is, and he does it proficiently. That's all."

Another half elf walks into the bar, smells the sea stew and grimaces. He is dressed in garb typical of the desert steppes but seems to know his way around the place.

"Ah, if this is the right place then you all must be part of the team. A pleasure to meet you. Hugo....Hugo Victor at your service . " He bows with a grin and nods to each present in the group.

" Anyone know why we have been called here?. "

"Unfortunately this is true. I am Daxter, this is Gina, that oaf of a man is Ursus, and the elven woman is Merisiel. I honestly have no idea why we're here. It's obviously for a mission briefing, but it is a highly unprofessional one."

Ursus greets the newcomer with a nod.

"Good to have you Hugo", the ulfen says.

He orders a glass of wine...and tastes it.

"Well met. Here is to our success. Although, I find it strange. I heard there were to be six in our group and I suspected I would be the last to arrive. Are we still waiting for another?"

"I don't know. I had no idea any of you were going to be here. If I had known..."

A courier arrives that brings a message to each of you

"Of course it's from that incompetent witch, Sheila. Though this does intrigue me. The Thassilonians were a very interesting people. Well at least, this won't be a boring mission."

Ursus looks over the note only to get bored a few seconds in.

With a yawn the big ulfen offered it up to whoever wanted to see it next.

"Can you give me the short version Dax?"

"We're going to a shrine so we can stop an evil cult from bringing a runelord back to life. And we have a contact here. Please don't hit on her."

"I can't help it if she throws herself at me", Ursus says with a wide grin.

Daxter rolls his eyes. "I'd like to retain some dignity as a group and retain our contact's respect. So please do not act like an animal."

"Give me a night with her and she'll more than respect me", the big ulfen laughs.

"But I'll keep that in mind."

"I'd rather not find out. And the word you're looking for is loathe, not respect."

Hugo raises an eyebrow and is mildly amused at the exchange...

"This should be interesting. I have crossed paths with this cult before. Evil Zealots of the worst kind . We best see what intel our contact can offer on this group. "

"So where's this contact Shiela's set up for us?"

"She works as a textile merchant in the Downmarket District. Her name is Allira Vandane."

"Let's get started then", the big ulfen says as he stands from the table and tosses a few coins alongside the four empty bowls that once contained stew.

Headed to the Downmarket District.

Daxter will reluctantly follow the foul smelling Ulfen after paying for his meal.

Spells cast at the beginning of the day.

Mage Armor on Daxter and Galio(Who is permanently invisible unless otherwise stated.)
False Life on Daxter
Life Bubble on Daxter(9 hours) and Gina(9 hours)

False Life: 1d10 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Hugo pays for his drinks, exchanges a few words with the bartender and then follows Ursus out of the inn.

The market is bustling as usual, and in no time you find Allira Vandane. When she sees you she continues working her shop, but passes her customer off immediately to other assistants.

"Ah friends, business is good, but my real business is just beginning! How can I help you, you got Heidmarch's letter I take it?"

"We did. What information do you have on the Lissalans? All we know is that they left two days ago. And do you have any clues to where the shrine is?"

Gina was too busy reading the message to notice the rest of the party leaving. Suddenly noticing she was alone, she yells out, Hey, wait up!", rapidly finishes her drink, and runs to catch up with the group.

"Ursus, don't you have any armor? How do you manage to protect my brother wearing nothing but furs and muscle? You don't look that agile... Do you want some help?"

Gina casts Extended Greater Magic Weapon (16 hours) on her scimitar

Gina will cast Extended Mage Armor (Rod) and Extended Greater Magic Weapon on Ursus when he asks for it (16 hours).

She smiles at Daxter "The map he supplied you has it as close as we know. According to our sources, the shrine lies about 100 miles west of Kaer Maga in the Wyvern Mountains, through the Ash-Blown lands."

Um, brother, isn't the shrine where the giant x is on the map?

EDIT Ninja'd

"Don't like armor - it's too constricting. I like to swing free if you know what I mean", Ursus says with a lecherous wink.

"Dax, I think your sister likes what she sees..."

"Most of the magic-types I end up working with like to put that wizard armor spell on me. I can't say I like it but there's no arguing with results", the hulking northman explains. "You have one of those?"

***

During the introductions with Allira, Ursus focuses on playing the strong and silent type. He stands to the side with his arms folded across his powerfully muscled torso. He only breaks character long enough to give their contact a flex and flirtatious grin.

"Uh, no. I think even she has standards."

"Of course, I was just making sure. What about the cultists?"

your contact handles it in the way you've come to expect from every woman who is beautiful and knows how to work customers for every cent. You can tell that she's already running a list of cloths that'd look good on you, and merchants to refer you to for tailoring. You're not 100% sure, but she may even like what she sees