[PFS] Season 0 run, mixed with Dragon's Demand

Game Master Irish202

"So what part are you disputing and how much are we betting? The way I see it: If your male, I'd win money. If you're female, I still win. And isn't that the great part? Besides, Vicard and Urbar really need more woman in this group. Muscles and Tereze are a bit... Distant. Oh, and their is Fiona.. But she's still coming into her own. We don't want them to take advantage of that."

Ery rolled his eyes as he shifted away from Tereze. He looked to Gwen and was about to speak but Locke's elvish comment caught him off guard. He turned to "the Mask," His eyes narrowed...

During his rant, his tone is both stoic and light hearted. Odd.

[Soft laughing]

"The part i am disputing lies somewhere in a grey area, up for discussion when we're better aquainted."

Raising a brow, the elf gives a small smirk.
"I happen to be very well learned in the realm of "Gray Aquaintencing".

The Tails suited Vixard. It reminded him of the dives he usually hung out at, drunk and wasting away, in between jobs from the Society. That didn't mean he blended in. For one thing he wasn't very nautical and for another...Ery never blended in anywhere. It was a good place for a meeting though.

The investigator nods, grunts and shrugs at the right points in Ospery's message. Despite his silence he takes in every word. Tracking down a pirate selling illegal, and valuable goods? Right up his alley. Almost too much after chasing undead through Absalom, exorcising haunted museums and plumbing the lower regions of Augstana's sewer system.

He nods as Tereze's suggestion t hat he led the way. But before he can say anything a masked stranger visits their table.

Great, another weirdo. He thinks to himself as he watches Ery and the strange have the time of lives quipping. Finally though, his blank expression draws Urbar's attention.

”I'm fine.” he says shortly, ”Just anticipating a new headache. He gets up with a sigh, ”Come on, crew. We got a pirate to find and we can see if Mr. Mysterious here is worth his while.”

Unless we need to wait more, let's head out to that shop

Knowledge local: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Perception on the approach to the shop: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

*Silent stair*

Well, it could have been worse, i suppose.
The elf's pleasantly eccentric and the women not hostile like the grumpy men.
Well, off to some sabotage & looting.

Perception at the shop: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

The elf walked casually with the others, headed in the direction and location that Vicard was leading them all to. His left arm folded behind his back neatly as he looked over his right hand. A relatively large (compared to Ery's frame and all) vine, composed of small weave vines simply wrapping around one another, twisted around the elf's forearm and coiled around his palm. As his head tilted, looking the plant over, so did the vine.

"Adorable."

The elf made note to himself aloud as the plant recoiled back into his robes. When he looked up, they had arrived at the shop..
Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
...but is entirely underwhelmed.

"Mask, this place will likely need to go. the lack of anything attractive ruins my sensibilities and offends Fiona. We can't let that stand!

Ery waved a hand over the direction of the building as he spoke, speaking to Locke and winking to Fiona.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 5

Tereze lets out an exasperated sigh...
Ery we are here to learn information, not destroy zings or leave a trail of bodies. She looks pointedly at Urbar.

Fiona watches as the masked figure joins in the conversation, forgetting her discomfort with the general area for a few moments. She catches Eryzule's eyes and whispers to him "You be careful. People in masks cannot be trusted." She continues to following the back and forth between Locke and her friends, and as the group moves out after Vicard she opens her mouth and asks with a somewhat suspicious voice, "Why do you wear a mask? Were you burned by acid, or something like that?"

"Acid...hmm..."
Ery adds to the inquiry by stroking an imaginary beard.

Hear Fiona whisper? DC 15: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Inner laughing

Why do you wear a mask? Were you burned by acid, or something like that?

"That would be a plausible conclusion at first sight, yet no.

Urbar, not wanting to mix in the conversation, can't resist such an opportunity. After Locke stops talking he pulls open his mouth.
"Or you are really really ugly, say the ugly that chases you out of town."
He grins at him but after a moment his face straightens.
"But it doesn't matter it you are really ugly or have godlike beauty. You are a bane of nature, a human. No matter what you say, until you prove otherwise you are against me!"

"Oh my, a strike of testosteron, or an identity crisis?
By your definition, either you yourself are ugly, or i am just the average joe or jane, as you are the one calling me."

The synchronized voices are less light hearted.
"You are plenty human yourself, if you claim humans are a bane to nature, then you would declare yourself to be such as well, and your human companions too. Is that your claim?"

Letting this sink in, Locke shrugs.
"I've found personal hostilities hamper missions, i'd prefer this be kept civil."

There was this trait, use Int for Cha based social rolls.
That would be it in this case.

Gwen listens to the banter, simply shaking her head as the masked figure goes back and forth with Ery and Urbar; however, she cannot help but add a little quip. "Unfortunately, I think poor Urbar has taken one too many blows to the head since joining up with us. That's how I come to explain his hatred for his own kind." She winks and grins at Urbar.

"Huh. This escalated quickly."

Ery looks around, most notable at Urbar with a head shake.

Well, i wasn't expecting his name calling either.
So yes, a saboteur with some physical issues might not take it too casually. Then again, Urbar is CN and Locke has worth to prove.
They'll probably turn out silent good aquaintences.

"Urbar. I think I speak as the one of the more sane. If you begin destroying our group form the inside, I will have you bound until you can cool your head."

The elf placed a hand against the crossbow at the small of his back.

"We cannot afford this level of rivalry or conflict on these missions. Locke wears a mask. You hate humans. We get it. One of you has a massive reproductive complex, I get it."

Pausing a moment, Ery searches for words to attempt to keep the aggressive Urbar from turning on the group.

"The things inside the shop will likely be hostile. More often than not, Human is likely the bulk of their forces. kill them to vent your unfortunate hate of humanity. Your Ironic self loathing will not tear apart our mission. Is there going to be a problem?"

When still with Osprey:
Osprey shrugs at Urbar's question. "If force is required, use it. I leave that up to you."

To Tereze he says, "Authenticity is nice, but it's mainly what's written on the tablets that's interesting for us. I can tell you much about the backgrounds of Lubor or Darsielle, but it won't do you much good right now."

Locke then appears, and Tereze asks Osprey if he knows the man/woman. "No, I don't. Though I was informed someone named Locke would join you."

"One last thing. Half the Inner Sea is hunting Darsielle Du Moire, and the Society needs you to get to him first. So be fast."

Present time:
On your contact’s advice, you arrive at the shop of one of Du Moire’s supposed connections. A sign over the door reads “Lubor’s Imports.” The door hangs slightly ajar. All is dark within, and eerily silent. As you peer inside, you witness the scene of a recent brawl. Furniture lies smashed and strewn about. Near a closed door at the back of the shop, two bodies slump upon the floor, their blood pooling slowly beneath them.

There's a new map! :)

Vicard moves instantly into the room, all senses alert. He looks at the smashed furniture and broken men. He examines them to see if it was just a fight or if extra stuff was smashed. As he does so he checks for a pulse on the two slumped bodies. Looking around he sees if the shop sold legitimate merchandise.

Perception on room: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Assume I don't have to roll to see if they have a pulse?

Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Ery remains silent. Two men dead.
The elf glides into the room and looks around, but only out of novelty. He approaches the next door, placing an ear against it, hoping to hear something.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

Locke was intimidating, probably because of the mask, Fiona thought to herself as the group traveled along the streets until arriving at the shop. She tried to keep her distance from him, often walking at a safe distance behind and eyeing his back - and especially the edges of his/her mask - nervously.

Once the group reaches the shop, Fiona moves in and gazes around unproductively.

Darn, i scared someone already with wits.
I don't even have the intimidate skill, i'll make it up to you at some point Fiona ^^
To be frank, the part of 'less light hearted' meant Locke was back to calm insted of the amused laugh with Ery. I'll leave any intimidate skill to the more physically talented ones.

Loose door, absent lighting, sure signs of trouble.

Locke puts an ear against the closed door.
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Ery, who is also at the door where lock suddenly entered his bubble, whispers carefully to his new companion.

"I see you find me irresistible. Is it my charm? Perhaps the my elegent features? Damn it "mask" stop playing with dear Fiona's feelings. Can't you see your tearing this family apart?"

It will get us some good character work :) Imagine his face when you save him! ;P The others have saved him and helped him a lot so far so he has to tolerate them!

Urbar ignores the further talk in the Osprey and heads out with the others in silence. Once inside he starts talking again.
"Well that saves us a job, what's in the other room? We might as well enter now since Ery here has already put anyone on alert with his talking right next to the door."
He waits for Ery or Locke to open the door, since they are both in front of it. To be safe he draws both his saw-like swords.

"Granted, ser Ery, there is a certain eccentric charm.
I don't mind at all, it keeps life interesting.
Hmm, play with miss Fiona's feelings?"

Locke looks her way, sees whatever display of expression, then turns back to Ery.
"Hm, if i had upset you in any way, i apologize."

Locke carefully tries the knob/handle of the door, checking to see if it is open.

If yes, Locke takes position at a side of the door and carefully pushes it open.

If not, Locke produces a finely crafted set of thieves' tools.

Pick Lock: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

Just noticed the order of text was messed up.
Of course Locke is making an apology to Fiona.

Gwen enters the building and immediately notices the bodies. She quickly scans the small room for potential threats or anything that might indicate who these people are and why there are here. She watches Locke mess with the door and prepares herself to engage any threat that may present itself.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

You don't need the intimidate skill to intimidate Fiona...

Fiona shakes her head at Locke's apology and makes sure she is among the others before speaking, slowly and with a tight voice, pausing several times to gather her thoughts "I just... find your mask unsettling... As you are joining us, it seems we all in agreement that we would like to be sure about who and what you are... And that means seeing your face... Do what you want with the elf afterwards, but I do not feel safe with a masked person around me at all times... nor can I trust my life to such a shadowy figure - who does not even trust us with the sight of his face," she finishes, having gained some confidence from the others.

*Silent stare*, while standing next to the door.

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From her perspective i could imagine, but i've still to track down that epic fail of a wizard....asking that man for help in magical disguises turned out disastrous.
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The voices sound reserved but understanding in their answers.

As you are joining us, it seems we all in agreement that we would like to be sure about who and what you are...

"I can sympathize, but i cannot, miss Fiona.

Do what you want with the elf afterwards,

[Soft light hearted laughter]

"What are you suggesting, miss Fiona?"

but I do not feel safe with a masked person around me at all times... nor can I trust my life to such a shadowy figure - who does not even trust us with the sight of his face

"If having to trust a masked stranger makes you uncomfortable, let then my supportive actions speak for me, if appearance does not ease you."

"I cant help but to feel like I'm just meat with legs to you Fiona. I have feelings and preferences."

The elf said with a bit of a stoic tone, turning to face his companions, his arms folded.

"In the mean time, I'd prefer to not have my pants around my ankles before a fight."

A hand lifted from his crossed arms, opening with outstretched fingers. with an amazing swiftness, vines spawn from Ery's forearm and weaved into his palm. They jolted outward and spread toward the floor and ceiling. They shifted, twisting around each other to form a roughly 3 foot tall spear made of hardened vines and growing bark.

"Something to panic throw, you see."

The elf readied his weapon, ready to throw it at something hostile. Once we find out what's on the other side of the door.

Oh no!
When she sees them, Tereze ignores all the rest of the party and rushes over to examine the bodies.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 6

If she thinks it will help, she immediately casts stabilize on both of the the bodies.

Fiona is a bit let down for not receiving much support for her proposal and concedes with a low but still suspicious voice. "Judge you by your actions you say... I don't like it, but I am not going to remove that mask by force. Know however that I will keep a close eye on you."

She then turns to Eryzule, rolling her eyes in exasperation, "Of course you have feelings and preferences, our dear Eryzule. The question is what they are. You did seem interested in whatever Mystery Mask over there has under his pants, so I apologize for any misunderstanding there," she finishes with some clear sarcasm.

Vicard inspects the place and concludes that all damage was caused by a brawl. The two men on the floor are dead.

Those who put the ear to the door hear the sound of sliding boxes and slight banging around, but the rummaging stops quickly once you resume your conversation.

Locke unlocks the door, which you then open. In the other room a teenage girl hovers over the corpse of a middle-aged merchant. Her silent eyes filled with tears, she mouths the word "daddy."

Know however that I will keep a close eye on you."

"Do as you wish, miss Fiona."

When the door opens, Locke takes a quick look into the room, despite the girl being there.
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

What is a girl doing at a murder scene?

Too late to do anything about these two out here, I have to move on.

Tereze looks over Locke's shoulder as he opens the door.

Seeing the girl and the body she pushes past Locke/Ery and enters the room.
Looking around she tries to see if there is anything that tells what happened in the room.
Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 17
As she looks about a stray thought flashes through her mind:
Strange that the girl was not crying out loud when we entered and did not call out for help, I certainly wailed for anyone to help when I saw 'Nana dead at my feet... Although I suppose she could be scared.

Assuming she sees nothing that makes her immediately think this is a trap, she puts on a comforting expression and focuses on the girl.
How Horrible! To be cut down in ze prime of his life.
May I examine your father? I may be able to help him or if not, at least determine who did zis.

As she waits for permission, she tries to get a read on the girl.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

"Let me see here..."

Ery casts Presdigitation and creates a crude looking book from the ether. as it dissolves into light particles, he begins to read aloud, adjusting his none-existant glasses...

"It says here in my "Vengeance is your friend, let us dance..." Book that I am in full right to torture and destroy the poor souls who caused this."

he taps his spindlevine spine to the ground.

"Dibs."

The elf smirks to himself as he closes the book, causing it to burst into nothingness. He then notices the little girl having only previously noticed her would-be father.

"Oh, and we are sorry for your loss."

"Two dead and him maybe dead."
With the maybe dead Urbar points at the woman's dad.
"Do you care to explain how this happened? We'd rather not force it out of you."
Urbar adds, his swords still in his hands.

Locke looks at Urbar.

"Beating up a child?
Granted, if she is a child."

Appearances can be deceiving.

Urbar raises an eyebrow at Locke at the mention of beating a child.

Not the method I would choose, bit if Vicard deems it necessary we might have to...

His eyes shift back to the child, hoping Locke scared her enough to not have to do such a thing.

..."I'm not suggesting we should.
I'm opposed to hurting children, i was merely wondering if that was what you meant by 'forcing it out of her'."

"Fiona, Tereze, Gwen. Thoughts?"

Gwen looks down at the girl with suspicion, her own thoughts echoing that of her companions. She remains close by Tereze while she offers to examine the girl's alleged father. "Enough with the veiled threats. I'll stay here with Tereze, the rest of you go look for anything that might indicate who was involved here. I am no good looking for clues."

If there are no arguments, then Gwen will stand next to Tereze, prepared for a fight, should the young girl make any threatening gestures.

Poor girl lost her father... she's probably horrified and I can understand her. But we need information quickly if we want to catch whoever did this. I'll try my magic... Fiona stands behind the others and tries to soothe the girl by her slow, almost hypnotizing cadence, hoping to make her more pliable in answering the others' questions.
"My poor girl... what happened here?

Charm hex on the girl, 14 DC vs. Will or her attitude shifts one step towards us.

Will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

"Well," the little girl starts as Fiona's hex kicks in, "Du Moire asked me and some of my allies to come with him, and here he killed Lubor. Du Moire then left, and we were just busy stealing all of Lubor's stuff when you came in. So I cast mage armor on myself and then I disguised myself as Lubor's daughter, hoping to draw your sympathies and buy my allies some time to attack you."

The door in the north wall of the room with the girl flies open, revealing a man with a composite shortbow. "Katiya! The heck?!"

Tereze can see another man, also holding a composite shortbow, standing beside the man in the door opening.

Shortbow: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

The man in the door opening shoots an arrow at Tereze, but misses horribly.

The 'girl' steps away from Tereze. "Why did you shoot at her?! We didn't have to fight them!"

"That was the plan all along, fool!"

"I know, but...! ugh!" Katiya shakes her head and points a finger at Tereze.

Magic Missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

A magic missile comes from Katiya's fingertip and slams into Tereze. "Sorry..."

Round 1:
Blue
Katiya
Locke
Eryzule
Urbar
Tereze 13/18HP
Gwendallyn
Fiona
Vicard
Red

Urbar walks foward casually and steps on top of the body. He makes a quick motion with his sword, trying to do as much damage as possible with the single strike. He grins when his jagged blade catches on flesh and draws blood.
"How about I stand on your dead body in a moment? Or shall I rip your friends to shreds first?"

Atk roll: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 7 + 2 = 22
Dmg roll: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

"What's going on in there?" Vicard shouts as the sounds of combat ripple back to him.

He sees the congested doorway and small room then turns to Gwen 'Ladies first?" the investigator says, with a mock bow.

GM, are there any small objects lying around?
Throw anything feat, i'd love to try throwing stuff around.

"No child..."

Open game then.

Gwen nods to Vicard and immediately rushes into the room, leaving Urbar to deal with the girl. As she rushes up to the bowman, she activates her wrist sheath and grabs hold of her dan bong. "Hello." She says to the archer as she reaches forward to grapple him!

Grapple Blue: 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 13

"That will cost you."

Ery slides around Tereze, twirling to her side. As his spin winds down, his left arm lets loose a long twisted vine of blackened flesh...
TRIP ATTEMPT: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
...The vine cracks its self against the floor snagging the girls ankle to putt it aside with a quick release before retracting.

Fiona allows herself a small smile as the girl exposes her friends' cover, then moves into the room, trying to get close enough to the two men in order to cast one of her hexes on them. Yet as she moves in, the voice in her head begins speaking again, taunting her, Fiona... did you think I left you alone so quickly? Look how your friends are going to kill that poor girl who just helped you. And it's all your fault. Again. Fiona abruptly stops her casting and stands still for a moment, then cringes and disregards the raging battle around.
Skip this turn.

"oi, Fiona. Snap out of it. Lets wait to fall catatonic after the fight. Fiona?"