PF Shackled City SCAP

Game Master Freddy Honeycutt

"So 's time fer 'noth'r bit o' mons'tr hunt'n," Broccan says. "Les' find it 'n kill it."

Surmising that someone went to great lengths to attack Mavuu with a summoned wind elemental and to later set fire elementals upon the whole town, and to bring both from the warehouse of Mavuu himself!

Where to?

Alkaid does a through check of the warehouse
Taking 20 on Perception check
Result 40

The warehouse proper is cleared out, it is likely that with increasing taxes and space in cauldron being at a premium the costs of maintaining a warehouse in the city was too high, especially considering the many areas outside of the city that someone could use, and secure cheaper. Maybe that is why Mavuu said met him in redgorge, maybe not.

In other words no particular clues seem to be in the warehouse itself.

A better sweep of the warhouse still reveals nothing useable other than what you already found that both the air and fire elementals were summoned to this circle.

"Since nothing is here, let's move on."

Off to redgorge? Revisiting either Jenya or Tygot?

I am assuming that you are headed to redgorge with more information to share with Maavu or maybe some suspicions about some parts of what is going on......

In case anyone forgot about the campaign info tab.....
Map

Redgorge is a a little over a days travel from Cauldron.....

Kythel looks to his companions, "To Redgorge I think would be the next best move".

Luckily it is near midday and leaving now you will spend only one night encamped and spend only part of two days traveling to redgorge.....

"Aye, le's be off, then."

Broccan nods in agreement.

Though the morning was clear it was partly cloudy by midday and settled into dark clouds by the time you left, if you were supser-stitous or at least a little sticious you might think you are cursed!

Within an hour of leaving Cauldron, a deep rumble can be heard, rolling across the mountain range of Therigree, drawing everyone’s attention to the rapidly drawing clouds, dark and heavy, they sag low in the sky. Lightning flashes illuminate the distant horizon, triggering another round of rumbling thunder.

Before long, torrential rains are pouring down, pounding everyone with drops the size of a gnomes fist. Puddles form in the dirt road, growing deeper with every step closer to Redgorge.

"I hope this foul weather is not an ill omen..."

"Is jus' our usual brand o' luck," Broccan replies with a chuckle. "Can't start'eh prop'r 'dventure withou' a muddy road t' travel while soak'd t' th' bone!"

Broccan's pace is laborous, the weight of his heavy armor and gear causing him to sink to mid-calf with every step.

The road winds sharply downhill, with numerous switchbacks, until it reaches the bank of Red River. The drama played out by the heavy rains grows to a symphony, as the drops splash and sploosh into the rapidly rising river. And then, just as quickly as it came, the rains peters out and stops.

It is near evening when you reach the bottom of the slopes......

From your estimation Redgorge is another 10 miles from here.

Survival or perception DC 14]spoiler] the cliff forms an over-hang that is suitable for camping here [/spoiler]

DC 16 OR perception

"I suppose we set camp here and make the rest of our journey in the morning? I am not sure it is safe to build a fire near here though as we do not know what is about..."

perception: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (1) + 20 = 21

"This looks like a good spot to camp for the night.
And someone was here earlier, given the wood in the back drying out."

The night passes well for you huddled under the protection of the overhang. The morning finds you ready to finish the last 10 miles to get to redgorge.

Kythel munches on road rations as they finalize the walk to Redgorge.

"Not far now," Broccan says, trudging along at a steady pace.

Alkaid gets up before everyone else to do her morning exercises and makes a quick breakfast for the group before they head out again.

Grumbling, "Al'ays seems like we 'r walkin' one place 'r 'nother. Th' gods 'r gonna bring me back 's a 'orse 't this rate. One that never leaves th' blasted stable, no doubt."

"Or turtles, you 'n me both," Broccan replies with a chuckle. "Slow 'n steady. Gett'n where we're go'in, jus' not t' fast!"

"Aye, just 'at."

"I spent so long in one place, and a dreadful place at that, I am happy to see more of the world. I suppose it is a matter of experience though I can see how trudging through the rains for days on end can quickly lose its appeal, especially in heavy armor..."

"Fer all th' time we spend tryin' t' save th' ungrateful lot o' Cauldron, we spend a lot o' time outside o' 't. Ah need t' find me a forge Ah c'n work 'n think 'n pray."

"You know, you could ask to work or rent a forge from a blacksmith if you ask correctly.."

The Village of Regorge
This old village sits in a narrow strip of flat ground between a cliff and an immense quarry of red pebble gravel. West of the village, a prodigious line of fortifications, huge walls of red basalt, draped with vines, towers over the village itself.

Sections of this village are visibly abandoned, with buildings lying empty and in ruin. The rest of the town is inhabited by farmers and miners.
Noise filters out from a two-story building, which looms ahead. Over the door hangs a dirty sign; “The Redhead Miner’s”

"You know, you could ask to work or rent a forge from a blacksmith if you ask correctly.."

"Aye, but Ah barely git t' take off me armor lately. Gorum and Torag willing, th' time will come."

Before they enter the Inn Kythel whispers to the group, "The passcode phrase is mortar in case someone besides me is asked".

Walking in Kythel surveys the place before taking a table...

"Not a bad password for a group of stone cutters."

The Village of Regorge

Noise filters out from a two-story building, which looms ahead. Over the door hangs a dirty sign; “The Redhead Miner’s”

Inside a big smiling man with long red hair tied back in a ponytail, puts out dozens of delicious looking snacks on the bar; calling out to the few haggard and tipsy patrons that occupy the large common room; “Come on over beggars! You won’t starve as long as Mikimax lives!”

In a corner of the large common room, a handsome man in his mid-thirties quietly plucks the strings of a lute. This man, dark-haired and rather short, wears a fine blue robe and polished knee-high boots.

Broccan approaches the minstrel, and takes a seat at the nearest available table.

"Wha' songs d' y' know, sir?" Broccan asks. "Th' Devil o' San'point? Th' Free Bird't Can't Change? Th' Coal Miner's Dau'tr?"

"Time to work the crowd and get some idea of the area.."

Alkaid walks up to the barkeep and asks if he minds her dancing in the bar to entertain the crowd inside his establishment..

Edrukk steps in and stands just to the right of the door, looking around at the folks in the bar, nodding in acknowledgement to any that meet his eye, but keeps his eyes open and his mouth shut.

@Alkaid from the Barkeep (Mikimax)
"Food or drink what's yer pleasure?"

@Broccan from the minstrel
”Aye I sing for the pleasure of those who hear, though first a riddle if you will…..”
Strums his lute absently…
“What can bind with water, sand, and lime?”

"Mortar, y'no fer bricks 'n such," Broccan replies, hesitantly.

Kythel stands alongside the Warpriest near the entrance and exit of the room hoping that any contact will be made quickly.

”Well met, you have passed my test, I am I am Ekaym Smallcask, commonly known by my bardic moniker ‘Honest Minstrel’.”

”I am with a group called the Chisel and we are aware of you from your growing fame in Cauldron, in fact the Foreman insisted that I invite you to a private meeting of our colleagues, this very day in fact.”

Alkaid replies
"For this crowd, how about take a piece of the increased income, from the increased drinking from patrons...."

dip: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (2) + 25 = 27

Kythel stands alongside the Warpriest near the entrance and exit of the room hoping that any contact will be made quickly.

"What 'r ye lookin' fer, lad?"

"Please t' meet ya, Mast'r Smallcask. Thanks f'r th' invitation."

Kythel turns back to Edrukk and whispers, "Just want to make sure that if things go poorly, we have the exit to this place secure".

Honest Minstrel leads you to a small private room in the basement of The Red Headed Miner’s Inn.

Is everyone going?

Once Broccan gets up to follow the Bard, Kythel will motion to Edrukk and follow.

This isolated chamber is quiet and cozy, with a great oak table sitting in the middle of the room. On the walls, beautiful frescoes depict the glorious moments of Surabar Spellmason’s life;

- Surabar’s arrival at the foot of a dormant volcano, recognizable as Cauldron.

- An encounter between Surabar and a sword-wielding angel, in which the angel gives Surabar a glowing quarterstaff.

Knowledge (history/local) DC
25

- The foundation of Redgorge.

- Surabar’s magical construction of the Basalt Bastions.

- The battle of Redgorge against the demonic denizens of the Demonskar; Surabar leads Redgorge’s forces and a towering hyena-headed glabrezu leads the Demonskar forces.

- The transformation of Surabar into a mountain, symbolizing his death.

Sitting at the head of the table is a tall man, dressed in brown, with gray hair and a short, well-trimmed goatee.

Know(Local): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Know(History): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25

Kythel will sit and nod to the man at the table.

"Well met, I am Kythel of Nisroch, humble servant of the Lady of Graves".

The tall man nods to everyone entering the room, before pressing his hand to his chest; “I am Oliron Masht. Thank you for coming. Can I get you some wine while we wait for the others? We have a lovely vintage here;” he gestures to an old oak cask supported by a young wood stand in the corner.

”Had you any trouble upon the road?” You see a carpeted area with a set of sturdy brushes nearby for removing dried mud from your boots…

"A fair bit o' rain'n mud, but noth'n perilous," Broccan replies.