[PFS/Shifty/GDVI]The Paths We Choose (Inactive)

Game Master Nik B.

"Very true! Find that vendor, and find the source of these scarabs... out an end to any pillaging if you come across it"

"Hmm, the Vendor gave us some quip about mummy's curses from across the sea?" Lizbeth says uncertainly, standing up and brushing the dust from their uniform before nodding to the sage. "Right! Let us be off, i am sure we can follow the trail of amulets to meet our vendor and 'convince' him."

Prepared, Lizbeth starts off towards tge town, asking around for signs of their vendor to try and get answers for the Sapphire sage.

diplomacy, gather info: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 17

Knowledge (history): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

Red racks his brain, trying to recall anything useful about the history of important Osiriani families interred in or around Absalom as well as local vendors trafficking in rare objets d'art.

Ursahla will change her guise, posing as a connoisseur of Osirion antiquities and look for leads on the vendor.

Disguise: 10 + 15 = 25
Bluff: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20
Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (5) + 13 = 18

Like a pack of bloodhounds, you rapidly track down the same lady who hawked you your amulet. She appears to be hawking different wares today, and seems oblivious to the fact that Ursahla is not a dealer in Osirian antiquities.

"Get your genuine Taldan lances here, as carried by the greatest knights of that storied Empire" she calls to the crowd...

I have heard that you are a dealer of genuine historical artifacts. I am an avid collector interested in acquiring more Osiriani antiquities for my collection. But I was hoping for something... more substantial than a trinket or two. I would like to purchase an entire collection. As part of this deal I would need to make sure your suppliers are honest. I was hoping I could meet with them. There would, of course, be a substantial finder's fee in it for you.

Bluff: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29

Thats a pretty big number...!

"Yes, yes" her eyes light up "For a modest fee of 100 gold I have quite the tale to tell, a modest sum to pay in order to remove the burden of the middleman"

Ursahla considers the dealer's request.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26

"Friends, I'm ready to introduce our friendly merchant to my inner and outer 'Bad Cop,'" says the tiefling Red. It's about time the vendor stops prevaricating.

The tout awaits your decision on the 'purchase', Ursahla doesn't get any further gut feel than she's simply dealing with a person at least as shady as she is, but the transaction is probably what it is.

Red twitches his prehensile tail, caressing the merchant's silk headscarf. "Madame Merchant, if my friend wishes to purchase what you have to offer, you should count your lucky stars. My patience, however, is at an end. We purchased your bauble, we expect the tale. Now, thank you."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 32

I would listen to him, what he is offering in exchange is probably much more valuable than 100 pieces of gold. At least it likely is to you.

Aid Intimidate: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Suddenly recognising the party she looks rather shocked, especially at the confrontation.

She replies very clearly "Seeing as I am robbed and threatened by these people, I have no option but to give them the information they wish before they take it by force"

You wonder how many in the market heard the rather clear message.

"My supplier is a man named Vonraig, whom I hired a few urchins to shadow after his most recent sale. According to their reports, Vonraig purchased bright green chalk and slipped into the sewers below the Petals District before emerging with a small bag that jingled like coins." She provides clear directions and note that those sewers have
undergone repairs and expansion over the past month.

There is now quite an audience wondering what is going on.

Ursahla, responds with equal volume.

You're the one selling stolen art. That's right, stolen. You had no claim to what those looters were selling, just as they had no claim to remove it from those tombs in the first place. And you just admitted that you knew!

Never took care of my own healing from the previous night.
clw: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
clw: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
clw: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Wincing slightly at the noise caused by their mark, Lizbeth turns to the crowd with a smile and tries to get them to disperse and mind their own business. With her back to the group, Lizbeth begins to speak, hoping to woo the market gathering.

"Nothing to see here folks! The Eagle Knights kindly bid you carry on with your day as we question this man. I hear the fruit seller over there has a great deal on fresh plums!" She speaks loudly, her voice easily carrying.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (10) + 15 = 25

The crowd looks at the vendor and looks at the party, no one really believes the Eagle Knight, but then it sounds like an Eagle Knight on Eagle Knight business.

"You have taken what you want by threat and intimidation, now we know the virtue of an Eagle Knight" the vendor scowls "Now begone the lot of you" - the shill is shaken and keen to be rid of you all.

Red tips his hat to the merchant. "Thank you for your assistance."

Red turns to their Scarab Sages companion, "Well, Mavaro, shall we seek out this Vonraig or first trace his steps into the sewers beneath the Petals District?"

He looks around at the party, "Anybody know anything about Vonraig or why he might need green chalk?"

Knowledge (local) re Vonraig: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28
Knowledge (arcana) re green chalk: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (7) + 14 = 21
Spellcraft re green chalk: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 34

Shrugging, but glad the crowd decided to leave anyway, Lizbeth gives the 'honest merchant' a sarcastic smile as her left fist clenches tightly. Good, cause I might have clocked 'em one... she thinks bitterly as the crook flees them. Spinning on her heel, the smile is immediately back as they discuss their next move.

"I will go ask around too to see if anyone has heard of Vonraig I guess, or about any strange findings in the sewers around that part of town."

diplomacy, gather info: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (7) + 15 = 22

Asking about the bazaar you come up with nothing, but in a seedy dive of questionable repute you quickly bear fruit...

"Vonraig? No you don't want to deal with him, friend, he's one of low repute and dishonest ways - a burglar and thief - and... he's a vampire for sure if ever I saw one!" - further questioning leaves you in doubt he's ACTUALLY a vampire, but you realise there is something untoward going on.

The need for green chalk is not something that comes up with anything obvious, you suppose it is because most builders and engineers are using white chalk, green (perhaps) would differentiate any markings.

"Lizbeth, did I ever tell you the one about the dhampir who bore fruit? No? You'd never touch a blood orange again."

Green chalk? Hmm. Wonder if it has the same effect on engineers that green M&Ms have on tieflings...

"To the sewers in the Petal District, friends?"

Following the directions, you are able to find and use the sewer entrance most likely used by Vonraig. Within the sewer you easily follow his trail which he marked with green chalk. You eventually locate a freshly bricked up piece of wall (old bricks, but re-used).

Mavaro looks at the brick wall and smiles. "Time to brick a break." and he starts to undo it.

Mavaro starts carefully unbricking the wall - it will take about five minutes using caution and care...

Groaning good naturedly at Red's terrible jole, Lizbeth slaps the Tiefling on the shoulder and sets off with a smile. Before heading into the sewers, however, the Eaglr Knight draws forth a slender ivory wand and acrivates it, causing her skin to shimmer with near-invisible armour before it then fades completely.

"Ready Boys n Girls!" she laughs as they drop into the sewers, making sure she had her boots on. "Let's be quiet like eh?"

As they come across the wall, Lizbeth checks it over for signs of traps or danger as Mavaro begins to take it down.

perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12

Confident she helps out the man.

"Who wants to go into the creepy tunnel first? Eramos smirks as he helps clear the remaining bricks.

"Red and I do not need light to see, so we could scout ahead. I don't know how quiet he can be though so if he'd rather stay back...

Ursahla draws her rapier, changes her guise to look like someone who might be more at home in the sewers and then sneaks ahead of the group.

Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29

"Ursahla, you'd better take the lead."

Before entering the exposed portal, Red casts his usual buff spells, mage armor, defending bone, and false life.
Temporary HP: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Eramos pops a sunrod before entering, letting the sneakier of the party move well ahead before following.

I bought three when I made this guy, and I just used the last one.

The last bricks are pulled out of the way, revealing the chamber beyond. Over a dozen small, terra cotta statues of humans equipped to perform common chores line the north and south walls, and at least as many urns and coffers are scattered throughout the room. The eastern sarcophagus is partly open, and disintegrating shreds of linen nearby attest to someone having ransacked the contents.

Ursahla lets the others know what she sees (and what she doesn't).

"Well we seem to have found the ransacked tomb." Lizbeth keeps her voice low as they creep through the sewers. "But no body? And why is there an osirion style tomb in Abalom's sewers." She shrugs at her questions, knowing they will likely need to beat the answers out of someone.

"Right, let us get the amulets back eh?"

Good plan, who's first?

Aren't Osirian style tombs usually trapped somehow? Maybe we should check carefully for any traps. Can someone search for magic in the area?

Maybe take 20 to search for traps? I think Mavaro has the best Perception in the group and can detect magic.

Mavaro will cast detect magic. Perc: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16

Detect magic + Take 20 Perc

There is a strong illusion effect in place at the foot of the stairs in a 10'x10' area. Mavaro is pretty certain its some kind of trap.

Calling out the trap he will try to find what kind of trap.
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28

I could probably clear a 10 foot leap, but that might not help the rest of you.

Hopefully someone is able to disarm...?

"I can fly over it, but I doubt I can carry any of you. Any way to trigger the trap without killing ourselves or finding a way to move around it?"

After Mavaro describes the trap, Red gives their problem some consideration. "Not for the squeamish, but I could vomit a swarm of spiders and send them through the trap. The spell should targets living creatures, so I think that might work."

Red opens his mouth wide, coughs twice, and vomits forth a swarm of spiders that spills to the floor and moves toward the trapped area.

The spiders crawl over the area, which pulses momentarily with magic, then the effect seems to fade somewhat...

Trap has been triggered

Looking sideways at Red as the spiders crawled from his throat and onto the trap, Lizbeth finds herself shuddering involuntarily. Rolling her shoulders and cracking her knuckles, the Eagle Knight, begins to move forwards once her allies had confirmed the trap's demise. Stepping over crawling vermin, she shook her head as she stalked forwards.

"Well, that looked nasty, ready friends?" she whispers behind her.

stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29

Ursahla was ready to go, she just wasn't going to be the first one to cross the threshold and test it.

But once they are across she will pop a charge from her wand of Heightened Awareness and look around.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 10 + 2 = 31

"That was a good move, Red!"

Mavaro moves in and returns the amulet and does what he can to be mindful of the peculiarities of the Osiriani traditions.

Ash he finishes up, four half-orc toughs burst in behind you, and a voice calls from the tunnels "Kill them!"

R1
Liz
Urshala
Eramos
Red
Mavaro
ENEMY

Ouch!

Red grabs a handful of ground mica from his spell component pouch, places it in the palm of his hand and blows it at the four thugs, avoiding the party. Then he takes a few steps back, behind cover and his beefier colleagues.

Glitterdust Will DC17 or blinded. Duration 6 rounds. Each round at the end of their turn blinded creatures may attempt new saving throws to end the blindness effect.

As Red's glitter show settles over the thugs, Lizbeth gives a piercing laugh! "You really know how to party Red! Poor boys, glitter gets everywhere you know! Will be cleaning it out of your drawers for weeks!" she calls to half orcs. Rolling her shoulders, the Eagle Knight aets her stance low and brings her hands up like the claws of a great beast, mimicking the fighting style of the great Wyrms.

Her eyes then focus as she fuels her anger and her fingers shift into actual draconian claws and her skin hardens into scales. Leaping forwards, she strikes at the Thug in a clashing orange silk shirt.

"So not your colour!" she laughs.

Swift. For Dragon style, then free for Dex based Urban rage. Move towards orange (on my phone if someone could kindly move my token) then attack with stunning fist.

Rage, Piranha strike: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 9 + 2 = 29 for Non lethaldamage: 1d6 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 9 + 2 = 14

DC 17 Fort or Stunned

The spray of sparkles covers the group of thugs, with varying results.

R Will 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
O Will 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Y Will 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
G Will 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

Liz rolls in and strikes one...
O Will 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
He is momentarily stunned!

R1
Liz - Attacked
Urshala
Eramos
Red - Cast
Mavaro
ENEMY

R 0 Blind
O 14NL Stunned
Y 0
G 0 Blind

Moved you up to Orange, Lizbeth.

Eramos draws his blade and moves closer.