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Pathfinders,
We are in need of two players for this module. We are playing for PFS credit. We need one melee front-liner and one arcane and/or trap finding type. Level range 3-5. Please feel free to post here if you are interested in joining the group.
It would be great if you could commit to posting at least once or twice a day during the week and once a day on the weekends.
Thanks for your interest,
GM Engleaktig
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Synopsis: A horror and investigation adventure for 4th-level characters
The sleepy town of Karpad in shadow-haunted Nidal has long been overseen by the Boroi family, and until a few weeks ago, the citizens under Baron Stepan Boroi's rule have lived uneventful lives of relative peace. Recently, however, the outbreak of a virulent and fatal disease and a number of mysterious disappearances have left the people of Karpad paranoid and fearful. Even Baron Stepan has been acting strangely, and now the tenuous balance of racial tensions between Karpad's human and fetchling populations stands on the verge of collapsing into total anarchy. Can the PCs uncover the root of Karpad's problems and put an end to the deadly virus, the terrifying disappearances, and the miasma of fear and distrust that threatens to overwhelm the region?
Written by Sam Zeitlin, 2011's winner of Paizo Publishing's annual RPG Superstar contest—in which unpublished authors compete before a panel of celebrity game designers and legions of their peers for the chance to write a Pathfinder Module—The Midnight Mirror takes players from a mysterious investigation into a shadowy demiplane prison and pits them against the evil forces of both darkness and light.
The Midnight Mirror is an investigation and horror adventure for 4th-level characters. This volume also contains a fully-detailed gazetteer of the town of Karpad and a new magic item that are sure to add depth and flavor to any campaign.
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Hi Engleaktig! :)
What's the level range on that? Do you have to be exactly level 4?
No, I just was curious for anyone else looking to join. :)
A red skinned efreeti steps into the common room of the sleepy tavern in Karpad.
"Ahem!" The efreeti fidgets and then, when he has the attention of all involved, begins what is clearly a memorized speech.
"I have the singular honor of announcing my master. For any who do not already know of His Eminence, Mareq al-Shamir, the Masterful, the Preeminent, the Most Wonderful, I shall begin recounting his many titles and past accomplishments now."
The efreeti shuffles his feet, scratches his head slightly, as if struggling to remember something.
"Mareq al-Shamir, the Ambassador Percipient to Golarion from the Court of the Grand Sultan of the City of Brass, Suleiman XXIII and friend of the Grand Vizier Abdul-Qawi, has numerous accomplishments to him name. His Stupendousness, Lord Mareq, has discovered the lost Sanctum of the Jeweled Sages, acquitting himself well and amazingly in that legendary endeavour. He has ventured to the Plane of Shadow and back, conquering all those horrors and curiosities he encountered. He has also..."
The efreeti continues on, in a bit of drone, which those present begin to find rather annoying. Suddenly, the efreeti notices and comes up short.
"Ahem. Well, yes. He is at your service, oh fellows. But say the word and I shall convey your felicitations upon him and bring him here at your request."
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In sweeps an ifrit man you saw earlier, about the town of Karpad. But this time his face is bright red with rage, his red hair floating about like flames as he steps up to the efreeti who most recently announced him.
"You pathetic piece of DUNG! How dare you forget my other honorifics! Must I punish you again?" screams the ifrit. He quickly slaps the efreeti across the face and <ptew> spits in his face.
"BEGONE! BEGONE FROM MY SIGHT, MISBEGOTTEN SCUM OF THE PLANES!" he screams, spittle flying from his mouth.
The efreeti bows his head in shame and mutters "As you command, oh greatest one." With that, he disappears suddenly in a cloud of smoke and cinder.
"Ahem," coughs Mareq al-Shamir. "My apologies for my terribly rude and inarticulate slave." As the smoke clears from the departure of the efreeti, you can see the last, lingering glimpse of sheer madness in Mareq's eyes depart, too.
"Yes. Yes. So, where were we, then...? Perhaps I can buy the room a round of drinks in recompense for my slave's poor utterances disturbing you all."
