[PFS] The Six(?) Seasoned Pathfinders, Episode 8: The Blakros Matrimony

Game Master Badslacker

"Oh-b----" Aeleth begins to yell, but the thrush in the girl's hands quickly flies to the big man's shoulder and slaps a wing over his mouth.

"Ok, buddy, step one. Only speak when I tell you to speak," says the thrush identified as Lucien. "Exiel, what is this? What am I, a baby-sitter now?"

"Why are we sitting on babi---" Aeleth begins to ask, only to get a wing in his face again.

"Not a word, Aeleth! The portal won't open this way!" Lucien quickly interrupts. Aeleth quickly falls silent.

"Exiel..." Lucien begins to protest again, only to be quickly interrupted by the iridescent-eyed man.

"I'm sorry, Lucien, but this benefits you too. Now that I am bonded with Lauriel, the sentience you gained from your years with me will soon begin to fade. Transferring your bond to Aeleth will allow you to keep your sentience by drawing on the power in his blood. I need someone I can count on to watch Aeleth, Aeleth needs someone to keep him out of trouble. Everybody wins this way. Come on, buddy, count it as a favour for me?"

Lucien buries his face in his wing.

"I can't believe I am doing this... alright Exiel, but only because I like being able to count to more than 5."

"I can count to 5! 1, 3..." Aeleth begins.

"Portal closing, Aeleth!" Lucien quickly interrupts, and the big man quickly claps a hand over his mouth and falls silent.

Exiel chuckles as he watches the exchange.

"I think this will work out nicely. Thank you, Lucien. I'll leave Aeleth in your capable wings."

Lucien sighs as Exiel leaves him with the town idiot.

"Right. Well, whilst we're here, might as well meet the big-wigs, so to speak. Aeleth, I will do the talking. You keep quiet and focus on the portal. Remember, Aeleth, not a word..."

Aeleth nods mutely as the thrush directs him towards the aristocrats on the ship

Ladies and gentlemen, I hereby introduce Exiel's former familiar, now Aeleth's familiar handler, Dr Lucien L. Church.

The guards' eyes widen as Cody cut himself with the dagger, and they breathe with relief as the wound heals. The irritating young woman, however, faints at the sight of blood, falling to the ground with a soft sigh and a loud thump. Her husband, clearly concerned, shouts for help, causing more mayhem among the aristocrats in line. Cody and Max take advantage of the disturbance and join Aeleth on the boat, who has just received an unexpected (but probably necessary) gift from a mysterious stranger.

Still waiting on Dusklord and Stephani (and Elvik).

Disguise: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20 I am not sure stealth is as appropriate here as disguise-Steph is not trying to slip it up her sleeve, but tried to hide it in her boot. But if you disagree, stealth is +0

"I always expect trouble, but that is not the point. Much like you would wear your best uniform, I wear my armor as a badge of my station and to show my respect to the happy couple, as it is my finest attire. As a paladin of Ragathiel, I present myself to you."

As the guards ask Dusklord to use a charge of each of his wands to demonstrate they are not offensive weapons, he says "I had forgotten I had a previous engagement elsewhere. I must teleport to a different location. Goodbye."

Rather than use a charge of each of his wands, he simply uses a charge of his wand of vanish, and while invisible for a short time, stows away on the boat.

stealth: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

Better than using 3 charges if I make it?

The guard nods respectfully at Stephani. "Very well, m'lady. 'Tis a fine armor indeed you are wearing. I hope you enjoy the wedding," he says while waving her through. Unnoticing anything unusual about her.
Stephani, I'll just use your roll for Sleight of Hand.

The guards congregate around Dusklord, eager to see another performance, but grow disappointed when he states that he won't be joining the wedding after all. Dusklord's disappearance stuns the guards for a moment, and one of the less experienced men goes as far as drawing his sword in response, leading to more shock. Dusklord manages to slip through the mayhem and board the ship.
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

After about half an hour, the last guests board the ship, which gets ready to set sail. Entertainment is plentiful on board, with almost constant music and servers walking around the guests and offering snacks and refreshments. The atmosphere quickly changes from the sombre one back at the docks, as the wind breezes around everyone. As the ship leaves the port, one of the guests calls to the others, pointing to a pair of dolphins riding the waves. Clearly, these are good omens to start the trip.

As the ship sets sail, Starling comes to approach you, full of excitement. "I'm supposed to go play a few of my songs - I was honored of course - but I thought I'd give you a hand with these nobles. To put it simply, many of these people are useless posers who prefer to pretend they're something they're not, and quite probably will never be. But some of these fellows are influential enough, so the Society wants to get into their good graces. This is probably why you're here. There are actually some other Pathfinders here - the two ladies over there are Paracountess Zarta Dralneen and Lady Gloriana Morilla. I've heard the most interesting bit of gossip about Gloriana, but I won't distract you with that now... The funny looking guy staring at the sun is the Trade Prince Aaqir al'Hakam, or however you pronounce his name. Some of you might know them already, but you probably shouldn't spend too much time with them."

Starling stops for a minute as a couple of servers approach, taking a salted treat and a sip of brandy that is offered to her. When the small group is alone, she continues, pointing out a few individuals. "The elf there is Nigel Aldain. He used to be a Pathfinder, but now is curator of the Blakros Museum. The big guy standing next to that pillar, or whatever you call that on ships, is Alexander Bedard. He's a member of Andoran's council and actually wanted to date Michellia. That's quite awkward, don't you think? The Tian man there is Jeon Raeng-Woo, the Blakros family's trade liason to Tian, and has been Michellia's close friend for decades now. And the big Garundi woman with the sword is Rubaani Shafar. She's head of security, and let's hope nobody remembers Dusklord's face and reports him to her." Starling continues to talk until a young man comes and whispers in her ear. She gulps the rest of the brandy, "I apologize, but it's my turn to perform. Do your best, and remember you have allies here!"

The descriptions for the people Starling pointed out:

If there are no questions, you can all make one Influence check during the boat ride.

"Hmm...a former suitor now here at the wedding party, eh? What could possibly go wrong," Lucien notes drily.

"Hey Aeleth, let's go talk to the head of security. If your friend Dusklord gets caught, I think it will be a good idea to already be on her good side. Hmm... you probably understood none of that. Nevermind. Aeleth, I need you to silently count to 30. If you lose count, start from zero again," Lucien instructs as he checks his own little outfit and straightens his little bow-tie before steering his new mount towards the Garundi woman.

"Greetings. Rubaani Shafar, head of security I believe? I am Dr Lucien L Church, Esquire, at your service. I speak for Venture Captain Exiel of the Pathfinder Society. My company and I are here on the invitation extended to Venture Captain Ambrose Valsin. This here is my bodyguard, Aeleth. He is dumb, which is to say, he does not speak, but what he lacks in loquaciousness he makes up for in physical prowess."

"Oh do not concern yourself, Aeleth is unarmed, as befits such a joyous and yet solemn event. Fortunately, he is trained to be as deadly in a fight without his weapons as he otherwise would be. In light of the good relations between our Society and the Blakros family, I too would like to ensure that this wedding proceeds smoothly, and would like to advise that if there is any need, you may avail yourself of my bodyguard's services as if he were one of your own men."

"Tell me, how are things so far? Is there anything we can look out for or any way we can work with you to ensure things go smoothly? After all, a family as influential as the Blakroses inevitably draws attention, and much the same or more could be said of the Hellknights. It behooves us as friends of the Blakroses to aid in any way we can."

Can I take 10 on these checks since there is no combat or distraction here? If yes, I'll take 10 for 23. If not...
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (18) + 13 = 31

Dusklord decides it might be nice to introduce himself to another academic dandy, Nigel Aldain.

"Good day, fellow student of academia. Your reputation proceeds you. I am professor Dusklord, scholar of necromatic magic. What are you reading there? If I might ask, what is your connection to the Blakrose wedding?"

diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

His attention seems to be distracted by a talking bird?

Did something intelligent just come from Aeleth's direction?

Taking a non-alcohol drink from a waiter, Cody cast a detect poison on it and a guidance on himself before studying Alexander Bedard for a few moments picking the right time to approach him.

The fully robe covered Max follows on the hunter's heels stealthy taking a sweet from the tray of a server in passing.

perception study Alexander Bedard: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Stopping next to the big guy, Cody comments friendly "It's a shame to all bachelors that the lovely Michellia Blakros is getting married. I wouldn't have guest she would be caught by the likes of Damian Kastner. Was it true love, an arranged marriage, or even I dare say a business arrangement?"

diplomacy to be friendly w/+1 guidance: 1d20 + 0 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 0 + 1 = 7
sense motive to read his reaction to the question: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

Some of the Seasoned Pathfinders split as they go work different nobles in the seasoning. Starling's performance in the background starts weak but improves over time, providing some ambient music for the diplomatic overtures.

No take 10s, sorry!
Also, Aeleth - could you please explain the +13 modifier? I didn't understand the +5 added for "misc"

Lucien-on-Aeleth make their move towards Rubaani Shafar, the bird trying to charm the large woman with its eloquent speech. Against all odds, the tactic seems to work. Rubaani, at first behaves awkwardly and seems reluctant to be talking to a bird in the midst of the reception and she imperceptibly takes a few steps to the side. The bird's words do have a soothing effect, and Rubaani's attention begins to be focused on the bird. She even laughs at the reference to Aeleth. "Well, you are a funny bird indeed." She turns serious for a moment, "while I thank you for your offer, I do not employ uncommunicative persons like your lower half. We will not require any help at the moment, but I'm sure to come to do if there's a dragon that needs some slaying" . Shafar is clearly not the joking type, but you can sense she is trying her best.

Dusklord approaches Nigel, who is just sampling a roasted kind of shrimp. His eyes narrow as the necromancer addresses him. As Dusklord asks his question, the elf snorts and rolls his eyes. "Pff. You Pathfinders are clearly behind the curve. I knew I was right to leave an organization with such low recruiting standards. Go now, inform your masters that I am the curator of the Blakros Museum. I can't believe this..." he exclaims and walks away, leaving Dusklord behind.

Cody and Max go for Bedard, who has been listening to the music for a while. Cody notices that he has been contemplating something, although what exactly is not clear. Alexander takes a while before answering Cody's question, eyes both him and Silent Max for a few seconds, and eventually responds, "True love, of course. Hamaria would never arrange her daughter's marriage, and the Blakroses separate matters of love and business."
@Cody: He's clearly lying, trying to behave politically correct.

Waiting on Stephani now.

No take 10s, sorry!
Also, Aeleth - could you please explain the +13 modifier? I didn't understand the +5 added for "misc"

+5 misc mod comes from 2 sources:

"Yes, Aeleth does require some handling, which is where I come in. Well, I am glad to have your assurance that you have everything under your control, and entrust us to the capable hands of you and your company. But if a dragon does show up, for whatever reason, be sure to let us know," Lucien replies courteously as he gives a polite bow.

I imagine the trip will take awhile longer. If Shafar is not too busy, Lucien will regale her with tales of Exiel's earlier adventures. Lucien served as familiar to Exiel from levels 3-10, so there are many tales to recount. =)

Meanwhile, Aeleth has restarted his mental count to 30 more times than he can count. The reasons for this are many.

Seeing Shafer similarly decked out as herself, Stephani naturally gravitates toward her.

"I imagine this is a tough, and largely thankless job. I know keeping guard over a hidden or secret dowry, safeguarding the hosts and the guests, and dealing with some of the attitudes that are sure to be here all are difficult tasks. But you seem to do it with grace under pressure."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

Dusklord sniffs proudly and his gaze follows the haughty elf with malice as he is rejected by the Blakrose museum curator.

"An intellectual dwarf to be certain," he says as he walks toward Aeleth.

"Aeleth, I am afraid that I am unacquainted with your familiar, or even knew you had one. Please provide an adequate introduction, if you will."

OOC, I am curious as to which class you get a familiar from...I'm loving the concept, though!

Bloodline familiar from bloodrager.

I assume this conversation with Dusklord happens after Lucien is done with Shafer, probably whilst Stephani takes her turn speaking with her.

"I am afraid you are mistaken, sir. I am NOT his familiar. I was first bonded to Venture Captain Exiel, but as the nature of his adventures became more... eclectic, he decided that Lauriel's broader capabilities made her more suited to be a traveling companion. Or so he says. Personally, I think there's a little more going on between those two, but what do I know about the proclivities of mammals?"

"As for Aeleth, I prefer the term... carer or handler. I suppose I could also be seen as a trainer or teacher, but I would rather not be seen in those capacities lest his ineptitude reflect badly on my own abilities. The first thing on my agenda once we finish this mission will be to teach him how to lace his boots..."

"As for my name, I am Dr Lucien L Church, Esquire, and I would appreciate you addressing me directly. I am certainly far more than capable of providing an intelligent response than..."

"-Oh hey Duskie! Sorry, I was trying to count to 30 in my head and I lost count at 52. What were you saying again?"

...Case in point."

"Aeleth, begin again please. We would not want that portal to close now, would we?"

Rubaani's positive attitude proves stable enough, and she gladly converses with Stephani, finding a figure close to herself in the paladin. "Well, thank you Lady Stephani. Your words mean a lot to me. I've been working for the Blakroses for quite some time now, and expect to die in this position, leaving it for my children. The Blakroses have been kind and generous to me, so the least I could do is serve them loyally".

The calls of one of the sailors stop the conversations abruptly, as the guests all crowd on one side of the ship, watching as Pariol island gets closer. The music stops and everyone gets ready to disembark. The welcoming party consists of ten heavily armed guards, who wait for a signal from Rubaani to dock the ship and allow the guests out.

The long stone pier stretches out into the deep waters of the island’s eastern shore. A series of small wooden docks surround the pier, allowing additional boats; one of them is the small boat which brought supplies several hours ago. The guests - and you - are all herded slowly, with musicians playing again along the way, which is less than a mile but takes about half an hour with all the distractions along the way (see map). Nigel, having drank too much wine, trips but manages to stabilize himself, brushing the dust off his fashionable clothes and trying to act normally.

When you finally reach the large canvas pavilion at the center of the island, there is an even larger band playing music, with more - and more exquisite food and drink flowing around, keeping everybody happy. A few of the noble women are clearly glad to get off the ship and spontaneously start dancing. The tables and chairs are all of high quality, and it seems the Blakroses spared no expense to awe their guests. Several guards patrol the area, keeping everything under control but not interfering with the festivities. An elegantly dressed woman who wasn't on the boat suddenly appears, wandering around the guests with a smile, chatting and socializing while clearly being aware of her surroundings.

...and here's another round of influencing and socializing with the guests!

Finding some finger food for Max and himself as he watches the crowed assuming the elegantly dressed woman is probably a lady Blakros.

Keeping a short leash on Max so to speak, the hunter observes the wobbly Nigel deciding his inebriated state might lower his guard.

perception study Nigel Aldain: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

Again casting guidance before, approaching the thin dark hair elf, Cody begins with friendly banter "Greetings master Aldain, beautiful day for a wedding. Damian Kastner is a lucky man to have won the heart of such a fair maiden as Michellia? I assume he has a fine family pedigree? After all i've heard his competition was no other than Alexander Bedard?"

diplomacy to be friendly w/+1 guidance: 1d20 + 0 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 0 + 1 = 3
sense motive to read his reaction to the questions: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

While Cody is busy, Max stealthily takes a glass of champagne drinking it withing his hooded cloak.

Having been rebuffed in his previous effort, Dusklord decides it might be worth talking to the Tain man.

"Pardon me, are you the famed Jeon Raeng-Woo? I am professor Dusklord. Pray tell, what is your connection to the wedding party?"

diplo: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

Knowledge, Nobility: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Stephani whispers to the others, "That is Hamaria Blakros, mother of the bride, and a very powerful woman."

Stephani tries to approach her, to offer her blessings.

"Congratulations, Lady Blakros. I am Stephani du Boules, and my father was quite a fan of yours before his untimely death. It is an honor to be here to celebrate such a grand occasion."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

Lucien directs Aeleth to follow Stephani, eager to make a good impression on the powerful hostess. He bows deeply as he brings Aeleth to a halt beside Stephani, and bows deeply with a courtly flourish of his wing.

"And I am Dr Lucien L Church, Esquire, at your service. I speak for Venture Captain Exiel of the Pathfinder Society. This here is my muted bodyguard, Aeleth. We are honoured and thankful that you would include so many of our Society to witness and share in this joyous occasion. Rest assured that the Society has sent its finest in skill and social graces..."

"...but also a couple of its worst..." he thinks to himself privately.

"...and we will do our utmost to honour and uphold the dignity of the occasion and our hostess."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (17) + 13 = 30

The pathfinders continue schmoozing their way into Absalom's high society (or try to!):
Cody approaches Nigel, who is slightly tipsy. Unfortunately, that does not help his efforts. The elf stares coldly at him, and answers: "It is a lovely day for a wedding indeed. Are you trying to milk me for information? Do the Pathfinders know no shame anymore?! How dare you to come and spread rumors about my employer's favored daughter's husband competition? This is unacceptable! I will not hear more of this!" He exclaims and storms out of the tent, mumbling to himself.

Dusklord approaches Raeng-Woo, who seems to have a habit of drinking some of the fine alcohol offered while coming across as quite awkward socially. He doesn't seem to mind Dusklord's company, and is glad to have a conversation between wine drinking and morsel tasting. "Actually, my history with the Blakroses goes way back! I'm something between a trader and a diplomat. I help the Blakroses make money in the Tian Xia markets, and they help me here. It's the perfect agreement! I like selling expensive merchandise - jewelry, spices, slaves. It's much more lucrative than trading those base materials such as wood and iron. And what do you do?"

Stephani and Aeleth/Lucien have better luck with Hamaria, who speaks gracefully but with authority. "Dear Pathfinders. It is so wonderful to have you here at my daughter's wedding. I hope the arrangements so far have been to your liking. I've spoken at length with the Society and would very much like to cooperate with you more closely. It seems to me politically that we have both much to gain from such a collaboration." As you continue to speak, she ponders your words, "My my, I did not know the society had the sense to send diplomats rather than the usual soldier-agents here. Truly, you speak well - and especially you marvelous bird. This silent mute is your bodyguard, you say? Why not join my establishment and work for both us and the Pathfinders as a liaison? I'm sure we can sort out something with Valsin."

And another round of influence!

Dusklord becomes more boring in his conversation with Raeng-Woo as they talk more, going on about necromancy and its many advantages over other kinds of magic.

diplo: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Angered by Nigel's outburst, Cody follows him outside the tent to confront him again, "Look I don't know what happened between you and the pathfinders to create such animosity, but you little act was for your own benefit and not out of concern for your employer's favored daughter! Nursing the grudge for the pathfinders will only eat you away from the inside."

intimidation: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
sense motive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

Meanwhile, Brother Max stealthily takes another sweet treat from a servers tray.

"Not a word, Aeleth, not a damn word!" Lucien thinks desperately to himself as he maintains a calm and genial face before Hamaria.

"That is indeed an interesting suggestion, milady. My master Exiel was well acquainted with the late Viscount Constantin Vladescu-Blakros, and I accompanied them both on that ill-fated venture (linkified) into the ancient dungeon of Artrosa. Though the good Viscount fell in that foul place, I have little doubt that had he not been with us, we all would have perished there. Exiel himself brought the Viscount's body back to Absalom, and we both attended the ..."

Lucien leaves the word 'funeral' unspoken in light of the occasion of the day, and pauses a moment to give a moment of silence for the late Blakros-Pathfinder.
My understanding is that Luke's PFS character actually had a boon that made him an honorary Blakros. Lucien was still serving as Exiel's familiar in that adventure.

"But we are here today to celebrate new beginnings, and to that end, it would be my honour to serve as liaison between the Blakros family and the Pathfinder Society in his memory. Perhaps Exiel and I can arrange a meeting with you after the wedding to discuss the details of the arrangement?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27
Heh heh, this is a change from roleplaying the idiot Aeleth. XD

"Have no doubt, we have skills to battle if needed as well, but of course the society is more interested in knowledge and peace than we are of battles. Unfortunately, the excitement of fighting and the idea of plundering makes for better stories, and so our reputation is often skewed."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

Raeng-Woo yawns as Dusklord keeps speaking passionately about necromancy. "Necromancy you say? That's so interesting. Unfortunately I must speak to Lady Gisele over there. I'd love to continue chatting with you. Maybe you can tell me more later."

Cody attempts to change his tactic, but Aldain seems nonplussed. "Is this some attempt at sophistication? From a Pathfinder? Bah. You and your kind are all talk. Believe me, I've been there, saw the superficial nature of your organization and fled as quickly as possible. Hamaria took me under her patronage and together we've built the Blakros Museum, a renowned institute throughout Absalom. And what have the Pathfinders, who have far more manpower and resources? Not much I'm afraid." He is clearly more calm now, and simply walks away.

In the meanwhile Stephani and Aeleth/Lucien continue to sooth Hamaria Balkros' attitude, and judging by the time she is spending with you and not attending to the other guests, your efforts are surely successful. She listens to Lucien's tale of the expedition with great interest. "Yes, I think I remember something about a speaking thrust in that expedition. So that was you. Interesting. Very interesting indeed. I shall discuss the matter with my advisors and I am sure we can work out something." She then turns to Stephani, "Yes... I've heard about quite a few multi-talented Pathfinders over the past years. Some truly legendary talents. Would you tell me a story of your own, Lady Stephani?"

After a short while, Starling gets up on the stage and the music changes as she plays a quiet tune on her lute. It's getting late and people are beginning to get tired from the non-stop eating and drinking that have been going over the day so far. A man with trimmed black hair, dressed in fine black attire, enters the festivities. Some of the less important nobles quickly surround him, and it seems clear that he is an important person.

"Very good, milady. I'll leave you with Lady Stephani, lest I be accused of claiming a monopoly on the hostess' time. I look forward to our next meeting." With a courteous bow completed with a courtly flourish of his wing, Lucien steers Aeleth away from lady Hamira, heaving a huge sigh of relief that Aeleth was still preoccupied with basic counting to take much notice of what was going on.

I'm wondering whether to try to salvage the situation with Nigel Aldain after Cody's disaster, or abandon that avenue in favour of another...

Cody, maybe try NOT to attempt intimidation on the guests so we don't burn any bridges?

Deciding that an alliance with the Blakros family would be best cemented by smoothing over relations with the curator of the Blakros museum, Lucien directs Aeleth to pick up a tray of delicacies from a nearby table before steering him after the elf, though he dallies a little so that the elf's temperament has some time to cool.

"Greetings. Nigel Aldain, I believe? I could not help but overhear the words exchanged between yourself and that oaf back there. Believe me I do regret myself that I must keep company with such uncultured barbarians in the course of my work, but I suppose someone needs to do the heavy lifting. Case in point," he notes as he indicates Aeleth and the tray he is carrying.

"Care for a sweet?" he asks as he hops onto Aeleth's wrist and extends a wing across the platter with a sweeping gesture.

"But I'm sorry, I have an advantage over you, do I not? Dr Lucien L Church, Esq, at your service. I represent the recently-appointed Venture-Captain, Exiel of Xa-Hoi. Though he has yet to establish his own lodge, Exiel and I share some of your misgivings about the Society and have a view to establishing a lodge with a more sophisticated and scholastic bent, and thereby set a different tone for at least part of the Society. In fact, I was just speaking with Lady Hamaria earlier, and she suggested that I might have the capacity to act as a liaison between the Blakros family and the Pathfinder Society. I found myself thinking that if I am to serve in that capacity, it behooves me to make myself known to the esteemed curator of their famous museum."

diplomacy: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 29

Dusklord, seeing Cody not doing well, moves over to intervene.

"I am so sorry!" the wizard says. "This is a new initiate Pathfinder. Well, we are trying to see if he can even complete a mission or go back to training. Let me assure you that not all are of that mein," Dusklord adds.

In a quieter tone, he says "I agree that much can be accomplished beyond the Pathfinders. You have done well for yourself. I, too, have grand aspirations beyond here. But certainly there is room to cooperate between us, no?"

diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Having leaned quite a bit about Nigel's dislike for all things pathfinder and his need to proclaim his loftiness, Cody watches the crowed as they mingle looking for who he can annoy next. Also, taking a moment to renew his guidance magic.

percepiton: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

While Cody feels out of his element here his dismal dice rolls arn't helping. To be fair the rule mechanics do list Intimadation as one way to gain influence, and I figured it couldn't hurt after the earlier diplomacy flub. Maybe I should let Brother Max do the speaking for Cody. ::grin::

Seeing Lucien and Dusklorrd going to schmooze with Nigel, he silently wishes them luck as he approaches Jeon Raeng-Woo with Brother Max once again in tow, "What a fine event, it must be very satisfying to know that Michellia is to be married to her true love today. Not everyone is so lucky. I suspect you will have more time on you hands to focus on trade deals in the near future, if the Pathfinder can be of assistance in your endeavors we are more than willing to help."

diplomacy w/+1 guidance : 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
sense motive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Yes, Cody is right - you can use Intimidate or Bluff and those will have the same effect, at least with regards to the module's mechanics.

Nigel crosses his arms as two pathfinders and a bird come to placate him. He stares coldly at Dusklord, Aeleth and Lucien. "My my. More Pathfinders. How many of you were allowed to attend this wedding?! Had I known you would swarm the place I would have showed up only for the ceremony. So your colleague is a novice Pathfinder? If so, did your masters value this assignment so lowly?" He squints at Lucien, then at Aeleth, and asks Aeleth, "Are you a mummer, boy? Trying to pull tricks on me? Or are there no more Pathfinders left, so now you're sending your pets to pester me? Can't I have some peace of mind?"

In the meanwhile, Cody approaches Raeng-Woo and opens a conversation. At this point Raeng-Woo is clearly inebriated, but as he remains seated he is an easy target for Cody's diplomatic overtures. "Do I know you? Or have you heard about my businesses? I guess it doesn't matter much. Yes, I am planning to corner a certain market in Tian and could use some help with the matter. I understand that you are with the Pathfinders. I've met a friend of you just before... sometime," he smiles stupidly, but seems to be aware enough of his surroundings to keep making sense. "Yes... I am looking for a wealthy sponsor to fund this trade deal. Hamaria is in, and I am looking for someone else. It seems to me that we can work something out. Tell your officer to come see me if he's here... if not... I'll send him the details."

Waiting on Stephani to call it a night.

Knowledge(nobility): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

"Who it that? I feel like I should know him, but I am just drawing a blank right now..."

Stephani tells a tale about a great warrior, who valiantly fought against evil in the form of dragons. How he hunted them and put a stop to their schemes, and how he was bewitched by a beautiful maiden that he rescued in the Verduran Forest. Then she speaks of a girl, orphaned at a very young age when that woman, who was really a green dragon in disguise, betrayed the man, this girl's father and slew him. The story continues to describe how this girl was raised by the fey creatures that witnessed these events, and how she has sworn vengeance in her father's name!

After that, she thanks the hostess for being so gracious, and bows. "I am sure you have many important guests that wish your attentions, but I have very much enjoyed your company this evening."

Once she has a chance to politely slip away, she will approach the newcomer. "You seem to be popular, tonight. Are you here for the bride or the groom?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25

Stephani, you rolled the DC 16 for the knowledge test.

Hamaria thanks Stephani for the story, and moves on to discuss some pressing matter with one of her assistants.

Tancred nods at Stephani with a smile. "Why, thank you m'lady. I did not know warrior women could be so polite! The ones I know, unfortunately, are quite lacking in manners. And who might you be?"

Stephani, please feel free to respond; in the meanwhile, I will move this forward:

A gong sounds and the guests all fall silent. You notice Tancred and a few others grinning. Hamaria raises her voice, "Esteemed guests! It has been our honor to host you here, but it is already night, and we have a big day tomorrow! I would recommend you all to get a good night's sleep because what you've had here today is nothing compared to tomorrow's celebrations!" She makes a gesture, and some of the mercenaries come and start escorting the guests to their temporary lodgings. Assuming you follow them, you start walking along a by-now dark path; the mercenaries' torch spreads just enough light so you can see Raeng-Woo vomiting near some trees. One of the mercenaries giggles, "Clearly the Hwan doesn't know to hold his drink!". You finally reach your tents. As you get ready for a night's sleep, the flap opens and a thin man steps inside. "Pathfinders," he opens, "Some of you might know me as Trade Prince Aaqir al'Hakam, an erstwhile ally of your Society. I'm here on my own business, but thought to check with you. How has your mission been going so far?"

Wow - I thought it was DC 17... must have been tired.

"Stephani du Boules, at your service. Yes, it is true that many women feel the need to overcompensate, but I prefer to simply keep focused on my task and... oh, what are these little appetizers! What was I saying again? Oh yes, women warriors often take themselves too seriously. Perhaps it was my time spent with the fey folk that taught me to try and enjoy things as they come? Anyway, I am sorry I didn't recognize you at first. How are you enjoying the festivities? Oh, look, they are calling it a night. Perhaps we can talk again tomorrow?"

Stephani walks quietly with her friends to their tents, and then starts to get ready for sleep. When the trade prince enters, she looks slightly annoyed, but it passes quickly.

"I think it is going well, but these things take some time, so tomorrow will tell us more."

On the way to the tent, Cody keeps the silent brother Max close as he comments on the evening "Did everyone have a pleasant evening? I found Nigel to be quite a sour person. I can't believe he was ever a pathfinder."

Looking at Aeleth with respect "That was quite a trick throwing your voice to make it sound like your bird was doing all the talking at the party. I believe be guest found it very entertaining."

When Trade Prince Aaqir al'Hakam enter the tent, Cody shrugs "Some people are easier than others to get along with." The hunter tries to read the intent of Aaqir al'Hakam visit.

sense motive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

Dusklord surveys the newcomer, not having met him before.

"Things have been low-key," he says. "I am not sure there is much to report. What is your business here?" he asks.

"Cody, was it? You're clearly new to this little outfit, so I'll let that comment slide this time, but mistake my words for Aeleth's and I'll have your guts for his bootlaces! Wait till the next mission with Aeleth, when he's permitted to speak, and you'll quickly understand why. In the meantime, you can address me as Dr Lucien L Church, Esquire, and you would do well to address me directly."

When the newcomer arrives, Lucien quickly identifies him. "Trade prince al'Hakam leads the mercantile faction of the Pathfinder Society. Exiel received many a note from him requesting little side missions back in the day. Our mission goes... well enough. I have been able to work some of the guests, and more importantly, keep Aeleth from uttering a single word - no mean feat I assure you, but absolutely vital to this mission's success! However, I fear Cody's bumbling attempts at diplomacy has potentially put Nigel Aldain beyond the reach of our influence - a fact offset by the fact that Stephani and I have secured the good graces of Lady Hamaria. I think this might be a mission where, if you are incapable of diplomacy, you may help best by not doing anything at all."

Remember that if you fail a diplomacy check by 5 or more, you can worsen a person's attitude... I shudder to think what Nigel Aldain's attitude towards is right now. Hopefully it does not bite us too badly.

"Now if you'll excuse me, it may be after hours, but I think it might do us some good to check on Raeng-Woo, since he is still up and about."

Since Raeng-Woo is still outside, Lucien will steer Aeleth to the man to check on him - to help him if he is genuinely inebriated, or to stop him if he is up to something.

Cody cocks his head at Lucien, "Clearly new, but not as new as you. May I inquire what you are a doctor of and what fine institution graced you with the title?"

While waiting for the inevitable tweet reply, Cody speaks directly to Aeleth, "Hey buddy, snap out of it don't you see Lucien is just manipulating you! You were doing quite fine with out him."

btw, Cody is just giving Lucien some flak, getting off on the wrong foot and all. I'm actually enjoying the RP.

As Lucien drives Aeleth out the door, the hunter shakes his head as the the bird steers Aeleth out the door like some type of mount.

Meanwhile, brother Max finds one of the cots and starts jumping up and down on it like a trampoline.

Cody: you're not sure, but he seems to be genuine enough in his intent.
Aaqir al'Hakam eyes Max's jumping on the cot, but does not comment on it. "Yes, I've understood Hamaria was impressed by you. Good job there, and I'll be sure to mention it to your superiors. I don't understand what went wrong with Nigel though. The elf has been slandering the Society throughout the day and is clearly enraged. What exactly did you do to him?" He snorts when hearing Raeng-Woo's name. "You mean that idiot trader? I have no idea why Hamaria keeps him so close to her, I would have gotten rid of him years ago. All he does is fantasize on deals and drinks instead of realizing those same deals. He still has much to learn."

He falls silent for a moment, then continues, "Have you spoken with Tancred yet? Or Alexander? No? Well, keep in mind that after tomorrow you probably won't have much chance to do that, so focus your efforts and bring them to our side. Nigel might be a lost cause by now, but you might want to consider him too. I'll do my share behind the scenes. You've done a good job overall, but some challenges are still ahead of you. We'll speak again tomorrow," he finishes and leaves the tent.

Lucien and Aeleth discover that Raeng-Woo isn't there anymore. Some footsteps lead to a side path, but a group of patrolling mercenaries come across the duo and escort them politely but firmly back to the group's tent.

And the next morning, unless anyone wants to continue interacting:
As the sun rises on the eastern horizon, representatives of the Blakros family move between the many living quarters erected on the island gathering guests for the wedding ceremony. A queue of nearly a hundred guests stretches along the winding path through the woods from the guest accommodations to the location of the wedding itself, with each guest arranged in order of rank and prestige. The procession makes its way approximately a mile to the northwest, ending at an opulent, open-air chapel carved out of cedar and wreathed with colorful flowers and laurel leaves. Atop a high bluff overlooking the Inner Sea, the chapel sets a scene of wealth and beauty few families in the region could afford to build specifically for their child’s wedding. Rows of comfortable pews stand facing the chapel, providing guests in attendance with a view not only of the ceremony and the vista beyond, but also of those other guests who were granted better positions because of their social station.

You are all seated in the third row, behind the first row of attending members of the Blakros and Kastner families, and the second row of other honored dignitaries. The process continues until all pews before the chapel are filled to capacity, at which point a priest enters.

The next morning:

Cody dresses Brother Max once again in his covered cloak and has him follow closely.

k(Religion): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
k(local): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

The hunter does note the priest when he enters quietly whispering to the others "That's Vroclaw of Brevoy, high priest of Abadar in Absalom’s Ascendant Court and a personal advisor to the city’s primarch, Lord Gyr of House Gixx. The Blakros' clearly have a powerful influence to get him."

Dressed in his finest black robe, Dusklord still looks creepy. He turns to his companions and says "Cody is correct. Fans of order and civilzation, clearly."

knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

knowledge (local): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

The high priests starts delivering a (frankly quite boring) sermon about the duty of nobility in political and economic matters, and praises the Blakroses at length for their contributions to the city and the region over centuries. His praise for the groom and his family is less emphasized, and while he approves of the Hellknights in theory, his speech becomes more interesting as he alludes to his dislike of Cheliax and of those nobles who use law as an excuse to cause pain and suffering to others.

At the conclusion of the sermon, Damian Kastner walks forth from the entryway, garbed in the finest of ceremonial Hellknight armor. To honor the groom, Lictor Toulon Vidoc of the Order of the Scourge rises from the chapel’s second row and delivers his own speech, which consists primarily of recounting of specific operations Kastner oversaw as a fieldmaralictor, and a list of over two dozen noted criminals from throughout the Inner Sea that he is credited with apprehending or killing.

With much fanfare and adulation, Michellia Blakros proceeds down the aisle, followed by an entourage of doting attendants who maintain her elaborate dress and 6-foot train. The bride takes Kastner’s hands as the Abadaran high priest again takes the pulpit, now espousing the importance of adhering to the contract of marriage and the significance that such a long-lasting agreement holds.

As the sermon (finally) draws to an end, the priest over the assembled witnesses and asks, “Do any here object to this union, sanctified by the great Judge of the Gods, or know of any reason this contract cannot be entered into by either party?”

The crowd is silent, expecting the usual deal, until a voice breaks from the crowd. "I DO!" shouts Alexander Bedard. He begins speaking with an eloquence that suggests that he had planned this move well in advance: "Be not fools, friends! This is not a marriage of love, and the sacred oath this pair will soon take is but a means to a political end. Michellia Blakros doesn’t loves this man, and what the groom feels for his bride seems immaterial to these proceedings. The great nation of Andoran has shown in its short existence that every man or woman should be free, and this wedding spits in the face of that belief. This couple should not be bound to one another over a lie for mere political gain. I, Alexander Bedard of the Andoren People’s Council, protest!”

Michellia looks irritated at this unnecessary spectacle. Kastner is full of cold anger.

Starling, standing to the side to provide some music for the ceremony, just facepalms, then bits her lip.

Lucien sighs deeply, and seeing Aeleth's lips start to move, quickly slaps a wing over his mouth to silence the big man. With the instinct of a trained beast, Aeleth keeps his silence. For now.

"How did I let Exiel talk me into this crap?" Lucien thinks to himself.

Seeing the look of irritation on Michellia's face, an idea begins to form in the little bird's head.

"Let it never be said that the Andorens are neither romantic nor passionate, or that the bride of the occasion is not so beautiful that she steals the hearts of all the eligible bachelors in attendance. On account of that, we offer our congratulations to the groom," Lucien calls out as he rises from Aeleth's shoulder and flies to alight on Bedard's.

"The progressive attitude of Andoren is commendable, and the freedom of the bride to choose to marry for love, politics or other reasons should indeed be upheld in this age when women have gained agency in their own right. In that spirit, and so that this union may be held in esteem by all, I propose on behalf of the Andoren representative that rather than having the revered father ask for objections from the guests, we let the bride and groom affirm their desire to wed each other, and if they so do, let their marriage be held in honour by all!"

Diplomacy to the guests and the couple: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (17) + 13 = 30

Having concluded his speech, Lucien leans in to whisper in Bedard's ear.

"Look buster, it's clear you love the woman, and maybe she doesn't really love the groom, heck maybe she might even love you for all I know. But right now? Look at her. Right now she's PISSED OFF at YOU for spoiling her big day. If you believe in freedom, believe in HER freedom to choose, and if she chooses that man, then if you love her, honour her choice and her freedom to choose who and why she wants to marry. Or would you lose even her friendship by pursuing this to the end?"

Diplomacy to Bedard: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26

"I'm doing what I can to defuse the situation here. If this works, maybe she'll have a laugh with you over this in a month or two, and you will still get to talk to her. If this fails, odds are you'll get thrown out and never get to see her again. It's not ideal, but I think I know which you would rather, so work with me, alright?"

If I somehow salvage this disaster, Hamaria better thank me in person afterwards. XD