Rappan Athuk set in Nirmathas, Golarion

Game Master baldwin the merciful

Desmond as the group stops at the poisoners stall another drow approaches you and speaks in broken common. "10,000 in gems... taste of y'blood." She shows you her sharp fangs. A bat swarm over her head darkens the lighting. There's a lustful sparkle in her eye as she talks. "Small tasty," her voice entices.

Make a will save.

Don't pay attention to the profile stat line I'm just using an old avatar.

Who has Capt Luther's dwarven waraxe and is it visible?

There is also an exit to this market in south.

To the market seller, in Undercommon: "Is there some restriction against dwarves down here? I believed I heard that all with coin and intention to barter were welcome to play their trade."

Karnog keeps an eye on the cleared area, and tries to watch his party as well. Noticing Desmond engage in conversation with the bat-clouded, fanged drow, his attention perks right up.

"Des, watch yourself. No sense giving up blood or sweat needlessly, eh?"

Not sure on the axe - maybe Grungsdi? If no-one wants it, there's room in a bag on Karnog's gear."

To the market seller, Undercommon: "Say, anyone here selling ale or spirits? It's been too long since I've tapped a keg, and seems like the sort of thing to be available here."

"Well that depends on the dwarves." She smirks, "Trade is welcomed if it is done right." She drums her stubby fingernails on the counter, "Midway down you'll find your ale and spirits."

Her hand slides out a couple potions, "These could help with your looks." Her fingers continue to drum on the counter.

Undercommon: "Nym, Kalim, do you know what these things do?"

I really hope this is a trap because I have bonuses against those :P

Will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

"Finally, someone who I can talk to." He turns and sees the attractive drow, and immediately is torn. On one hand, it seems like he's going to be paid to be bitten by a woman. That's usually something you have to pay for. On the other hand, that's probably going to be bad. Not sure why, just a feeling.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (17) + 17 = 34 General check, as well as to see exactly what it is she's wanting from Des

No trap.

Desmond you are initially charmed with the idea of being paid by this lovely drow that is until you notice the fangs. You quickly shake off the seductive allure as you suddenly realize that she is a vampire.

You understand that she was propositioning you for taste of your human blood. you figure that it would not turn out well for you.

"Yes, we talk...we mingle...we nibble...we play." She bats her long eyelashes.

There a horrific cry at nearby slavepen About 50 feet away there you see a four tentacles emerge from the torso of a massive misshapen creature. Above these are a tooth-encrusted maw and a glaring red eye. At the top of the creature is a glistening black horn. It is sucking the brains out of a newly bought gnome slave. The tentacles messaging the hapless creatures bloody skull as the maw sucks out the last of the delicacy.

Know: dungeoneering.

The drow vendor doesn't even glance towards the shriek. "Dangerous place."

Grung is definitely carrying it. He prefers Croaker but its a good backup, and he did go toe to toe with Luther. Wish I could get my Croaker enchanted more :(

Grung is definitely carrying it. He prefers Croaker but its a good backup, and he did go toe to toe with Luther. Wish I could get my Croaker enchanted more :(

What do you want on Croaker? Also, how are you carrying the waraxe is it hidden at all?

Baldwin did the cleric have any coin? Also Nym would have all of the ceric,s stuff in his haversack except any coin.

"These could help with your looks."

"And what would those be?"

spell craft: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

No coin on the cleric.

A wicked smile appears on her face."Deception my drow brethren...deception.' She places a third vial on the counter. "Here disguising you yourself and gear can be important to survival, or perhaps one would need to make their moral characteristic undetectable, or shifting some of your gear's characteristics. All are critical to survival"

Magic aura, undetectable alignment, and disguise self potions/oils.

"Don't worry I have plenty for everyone." She motions outward with her hands. "That is if you have the coin."

I would love to make it a +2, right now it is only a plus 1. I think the other ax is on his belt most likely. Though now that you ask I am cringing at it being there lol

You can get an Additional +1 bonus added to Croaker they will have some vendor here to that. That could be some interesting roleplay along with Capt Luther's waraxe hanging from the belt ...yes, very interesting!

then I will definitely upgrade

Desmond you are initially charmed with the idea of being paid by this lovely drow that is until you notice the fangs. You quickly shake off the seductive allure as you suddenly realize that she is a vampire.

Excuse me, but Desmond is a perfectly grown man who is capable of making his own horrible decisions :P

Desmond looks at the fangs and raises an eyebrow. He gives back a charming smile. "Mingle and play, huh? For the hefty price of 10000 in gems? Oh darling, I believe you have an escort for the evening." Desmond leans towards Karnog. "I'll survive a bite or two from a vampire, right?"

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Desmond you are initially charmed with the idea of being paid by this lovely drow that is until you notice the fangs. You quickly shake off the seductive allure as you suddenly realize that she is a vampire.

Excuse me, but Desmond is a perfectly grown man who is capable of making his own horrible decisions :P

Oh, you're perfectly free to spend the evening with the her. I was simply stating you are not affected by her charm aura which is what you shook off.

then I will definitely upgrade

You'll need inquire about a location but you'll find a place.

A wicked smile appears on her face."Deception my drow brethren...deception.' She places a third vial on the counter. "Here disguising you yourself and gear can be important to survival, or perhaps one would need to make their moral characteristic undetectable, or shifting some of your gear's characteristics. All are critical to survival"

Magic aura, undetectable alignment, and disguise self potions/oils.

"Don't worry I have plenty for everyone." She motions outward with her hands. "That is if you have the coin."

Nym leans down to Karnog and whispers (Undercommon) Those would be very useful. Better if we could get an item but this should help with entry so you don't have to fight your way in. We may want to look into some extra healing and curse removal. Maybe something to help with extending our magic.

To the Drow vendor Nym smiles back. If my friends were to be interested in these what would the price be?
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

"Oh...I believe in a fair price...fair price given the situation. I only offer the highest quality items. Of course, as you know, obtaining quality ingredients down here comes at great personal expense." She smiles as her long fingers with stubby nails rub her chin, "But for you my fellow kin I'll slash my price to $1000 gold per potion."

"Oh, I have a few potions of misdirection, they can particularly helpful when divination is used. Here everyone is divining something. Becasue I like you, I'll sell those for the same fair and reasonable price of $1000 gold."

Brother. See if you can find out where I can get a little extra magic added to Croaker. It's time to upgrade a bit

"Be wary of cursed items, my friends. That said, if I could likewise upgrade my headband ..."

"Are there any vendors who specialize in enchanting weaponry? Or perhaps to items which increase one's natural talents?"

"Perhaps a ...souvenir for Meathead and Orctown?"

"Perhaps something for removing curses or something for revitalizing ones magic ability? Also would you have something for getting out of tight situations?" Nym says long fingered purveyor and as he nudges Karnog "I believe my friends are still contemplating on what to buy"

There a horrific cry at nearby slavepen About 50 feet away there you see a four tentacles emerge from the torso of a massive misshapen creature. Above these are a tooth-encrusted maw and a glaring red eye. At the top of the creature is a glistening black horn. It is sucking the brains out of a newly bought gnome slave. The tentacles messaging the hapless creatures bloody skull as the maw sucks out the last of the delicacy.

Know: dungeoneering.

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Nym glances over his shoulder at the commotion

Undercommon: "Pearls of power, or wands of curative magic are what I need. Beyond that, I trust in my allies and their talents. "

The bard chimes in."I also require some items, pages of spell knowledge and runestones!"

Grung is about to remind Karnog to find out about an enchanter for his blade, when he sees the brain sucking

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22 dungeoneering

Desmond digs his elbow into Karnog's side - or more accurately his armor - and whispers again. "Hey, need an answer, poor girl looks famished."

"Survive? Probably. I believe the cost may be more than you are willing to pay, but ultimately the choice is up to you. I do have the spell necessary to reverse permanent damage if dealt to you, but the material cost is 1000 gp in diamond dust."

"Des, are you truly thinking of monetizing a voluntary vampire attack? There are better ways to get laid."

"I do have the spell necessary to reverse permanent damage if dealt to you, but the material cost is 1000 gp on diamond dust."

Desmond grins. "Sounds like a net gain to me."

"Des, are you truly thinking of monetizing a voluntary vampire attack? There are better ways to get laid."

"Oh, tumor neck is going to give me tips on how to get laid. I think I'll pass on that advice. Besides, what a damn story it will be to tell! I think the hardest part is going to get people to believe me!" He chuckes and slides over to the seductive vampire, slipping an arm around her waist. "Lead on mistress." He says with a charming grin, giving a parting wave to the party.

"He's ...he's an idiot. Karnog, you're OK with this? If he comes back tainted ..."

Dwarven:

"And there goes our scout, off to entertain some undead bloodsucker."

"Ppppp.uuuuurrrrrfect." Her long nails runs over your cheek as she flicks her tongue over your earlobe. She nuzzles up. "don't worry about diamond dust....he knows little...I'll spot you the dust for my pleasure." She leads you away from your party towards one of the walls that looks remarkably like an entry to a mausoleum. "A night to remember." Cooing softly in your ear, "You don't have any tricksy surprises like holy symbols on your person do you?"

The potionmaking poisoner gives directions to the where enchantments can be had and other gear purchased. "So will you be purchasing any of my goods....or will your visit to this market be concluded?" The emphasis on concluded does sound grave to you.

Kalim turns to Nym. "You wouldn't happen to be a scout would you?"

Grung catches the horrific end to the gnome which is a common sound under the weight of the surface - twisted death.

"Lead on mistress." He says with a charming grin, giving a parting wave to the party.

"Do you mind leather...and...whips?" he sultry voice whispers in your ear.

Dwarven:

Undercommon: "I believe our exchange has been concluded, alchemist. Take this as payment for your time."

Karnog hands over a pouch of 100 gold coins discreetly.

Undercommon: "Thank you for your assistance."

Dwarven:

Kalim:

Cooing softly in your ear, "You don't have any tricksy surprises like holy symbols on your person do you?"

"Oh please, I recoil from those stronger than you do." He says with a flirtatious grin.

"Do you mind leather...and...whips?" the sultry voice whispers in your ear.

"I practically request it."