PF Shackled City SCAP

Game Master Freddy Honeycutt

Erine is certain the necklace is of adaptation....and the box could trap a demon.....

"Well, that wasn't a friendly welcome, and a trapped demon ain't something I want to come across at the moment." says Canvy as he looks at his shining falchion.

"Better a trapped 'un 'an a free 'un. 'et me 'ave a look 't yer wounds, bot' o' ye. 'at dead thin' mighta given ye a gift."

How large is this demon-trapping box?

Heal check for Canvy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Heal check for Broccan: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

"It only could trap a demon. We don't know th-that it's actively trapping one." Erine frowns. She looks up at Edrukk. "Edrukk, isn't there a spell granted by gods to detect e-evil? That would p-probably tell us what we, um, need to know."

Sarcophagus sized made of stone. Thousands of pounds.

"Aye, 'ere be such. Ah need t' 'ttune t' 't fer Ah c'n use 't. 'at 'ould ye 'ave me lookin' fer?"

I have used that spell so little, I did not make it available for today, but I can get it in the morning.

"I ken not imagine thar is anymore dangers lurkin here bouts, long as we don't open no more strange boxes."

Even though he says that he opens the trapdoor to the area under the stage,

Sanstree open the locket around his neck releasing the light of a heightened continal flame....

"Might be somethin interestin down here."

Well, we can take a look at the b-box once we've finished here." Erine turns to the trapdoor, and waits for the others to go down ahead of her.

Broccan moves forward and looks down into the trapdoor.

"Lemee 'ave a look see. If there's an 'ungry beast below, best it choke on me."

"That's stupid. We have Canvy for that sort of thing."
Erine's tone is a bit too flat to be sure if she's joking.

The dwarf chuckles. "Le's 'ave a look t'gether. Get down 'n move 'side fer th' next 'un."

"Seems tha necklace might keeps a man alive in tha sealed box.....and....."

Sanstree begins measuring the sarcophagus to an exact size....
"Bet I could put this in tha magic chest an make tha ting movable, might take a cycle o tha moon."

Eh? There's a magic chest and a sarcophagus? I thought there was only one...

It is a reference to Sanstree's magical chest that comes out of nowhere from the minature version that he can keep upon his person....

Old age is getting to the dwarf... ;)

Canvy looks daggers at Erine, but shrugs and smiles to himself as he moves towards the trapdoor. "No Broccan, it seems its my job." He makes a dramatic bow towards Erine and the goat, he pushes Broccan aside. Lying down on his front he pops his head down through the trapdoor hole and carefully looks down into the darkness.

Perception using darkvision 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

He finds a bundle a lumpy object wrapped in a fine cloth within easy reach.

The wrap is a cloak inside it a very finely crafted darkwood mandolin looks like new.

Canvy sees no real value in the instrument and takes it back to the others, for a good look at. He calls for someone to light the area so they can have a better look.

Did Canvy take the cloak as well?

"Music' be nice to' be able t' play."

Broccan looks at his own calloused, thick-fingered hands.

"No chance 'eh me gett'n a tune out'eh tha' thing," he says with a self deprecating smile.

@Erine: Canvy would leave the cloak down there, it was only wrapping for the musical instrument and therefore worthless, but he called for light into the room, so I guess anyone can see it once the room is lit.

Edrukk snorts as he holds up his hand with its thick stubby fingers. "Lad, if'n me kin c'n git a song outta 'at thing, ye c'n do 't. Fine piece o' workmanship, Ah'm thinkin'. Some'un might be missin' 't - 'r some'un might know who 't belonged t'."

Sanstree has thin fingers used to describing scrolls but once he holds the instrument....

"Guessin this be fit fer gnome err halflin fingers."

Nodding, "Makes sense. Might'a been 'ere a long time, left by a gnome. 's 'at cloak fit fer wee folk, too?"

Edrukk finds the cloak to be enchanted to change the face of the wearer, storing different costumes.....

Cloak, quick change

@Erine: Canvy would leave the cloak down there, it was only wrapping for the musical instrument and therefore worthless, but he called for light into the room, so I guess anyone can see it once the room is lit.

That's fine--it fits his character well. I just wanted to confirm.

A few more mundane items are found, mostly things one would expect around a stage and theater, the area beneath the stage has alot of things in storage, but nothing else radiates any form of magic or rivals the quality of the musical instrument and cloak.

"Well, I don't know why I bother." says a gruff Canvy, "a little one's plaything to bother a good nights sleep and a cloak with no real use, except to scare the children. Pah! not even a hiddy hole where they keep their gold." He makes his way back up from the room, his fingers in his ears as Erine tries to play the instrument.

Erine also finds a silver mirror, makeup and a matching comb.

Minniwick

Erine does not try to play the instrument. Why would she?

"It's a cloak of quick change," Erine says. "It stores different appearances for the wearer."
She takes off her hat, rolling her eyes. "Figures that we find one after I've already bought this."
Erine examines the mirror, just in case.
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17
If it's nothing of use, there's a good chance she'll toss it.

"Pretty bauble. Ah'll 'ave a look 't 't. 'n yer 'at 's fer 'avin' more options, Ah'm thinkin'. Still, th' cloak be a neat trick."

Appraise: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23 +2 if the precious metals bonus applies

KK

Did we find a wand down here? Erine you are better off with magic bought up-top. You must be wary before activating or using any magic we may come across here in Jazidrune. They may be tainted with The Vanishing. If there are more cases of The Vanishing they will seal these tunnles forever. Well that and you slowly fade from view until you no longer exist.

The cape is a minor magic item....

"I suppose we can just sell whatever we find here, then. Except the sarcophagus." Erine frowns. "I'd like to examine that more closely. If it's empty now, we might be able to use it later."

I am afraid that if it is infected with The Vanishing selling it would be a death sentence for whoever bought it.

"'ow c'n ye tell if'n 't be cursed?"

"What's tha story on tha vanishon?"

Jzadirune was known for making magic items. The magic items are what made us seal up Jzadirune and leave Cauldron. It was about 75 years ago when people started fading away. It took from a few days to a few weeks but when they finally vanished they were never seen again. They said it was the magic items so the destroyed all they could find and sealed up the city. Never did find out why or how it all started. It was a sad time for Gnomes in the city.

"Well iffen its a magical ting then yer in luck yah gots yer own divination wizard here handy. Sounds dangerous though."

I am afraid that if it is infected with The Vanishing selling it would be a death sentence for whoever bought it.

Erine frowns. "Well...that's the risk in buying magic items from s-strange adventurers."

Sanstree casts detect magic and looks over the item.....

after intense study he relates...

"Tha magic is slightly more powerful tha should be in a like item, an tha magic o tha item itself is hidin tha other magic, like tha trojan horse."

"Tis infected fer certain but I ken not seem tah get ahold o tha energy, should be safe if remains unused."

"If'n 't be 'nfected, 't need be destroyed. Mebbe the temple o' Nethys c'n pull th' magic outta 't 'r fix 't. A magic sword wit' n' magic 's still a very good sword. Me commander 'ad one a mage 'ad killed th' magic from, but 't still 'ad a fine balance. Was a good sword. Mebbe 'at works 'ere, too. But 't canna be left fer som'un t' find if'n we know 't be dangerous."

"I think tha gnomes did jus tha, but tha source o tha trouble has got tah be here somewhere."

"And they don't know what c-caused the Vanishing?"

It was linked to the magic items made here in some way. No one ever did find out how or why. They just kicked us all out of our homes and shut up Jzadirune.

"Sumthin' changed, lad. Any o' yer folk 'round 'at might recall what 't was? Yer probably t' young, Ah s'pose."

Sanstree eyes the old gnome and laughs.....

Edrukk's expression remains as stoic as normal -when he's not angry. But he winks at the mage's reaction.

With a big grin. I was a wee lad of 83 when they kicked me out of my home. I am 158 years young and have a few good years left in me.

"Maybe it's some sort o emmenations like tha deepest underdark. Allustan thinks it's tha ley lines running not jus round tha earth, but through it as well."

"Where was magic made?"