Roshan Does Pathfinder Society PbP

Game Master Roshan

I suggest you take both eyes. If she is watching for someone, then best that she not be able to do so at all.

Gryne begins assisting Strat with the Goblins.

Good point, Filios
Once he's finished with the perimeter, Fextor oes back and grabs the other eye.

Ironically, I agree with the Goblins. Given that “Jadigwa sees all” and those are magical eyes you just put in your bag, I suggest we stop our picnicking and get a move on.

Agreed.

"Agreed with leaving. Though I'm curious who this Jadigwa is? Anyone know?" Strat eyes the goblins.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

Konnar shrugs, I would suspect that she is some kind of boss around here...

I cannot imagine the lil' girl that plays with a possessed doll. I don't think I want to meet her.

Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

To see if Jindagwa is a familiar name.

"Agreed with leaving. Though I'm curious who this Jadigwa is? Anyone know?" Strat eyes the goblins.

[dice=Diplomacy]1d20+2

It's common knowledge that the Jadwiga are basically the rulers of Irisen, the daughters of Baba Yaga.

Good point, Filios

Once he's finished with the perimeter, Fextor oes back and grabs the other eye.

Investigating the perimeter you find nothing magical.

So moving on.

You press on, leaving Irrisen behind and crossing into the easternmost region of the Lands of the Linnorm Kings, a barren and well defended land called Hagreach. The woods open to a clearing where a large, grass-covered mound, like a small oblong hill, dominates the area. A stout wooden door is set directly into the side of the mound, while a thin trail of smoke rises from the very top. Immediately to the south is a wooden horse stable, all of its doors closed.

What time of day is it? If it is time to start thinking about camping, maybe we can barter for a hot meal!

Do we recognize any markings on the mound, or would we know what this is already?

I know we're all thinkin' it, but I for one am glad I didn't have to fight a doll, no good can come of that. Maybe this mound has some terrifying chickens, let's be careful

Gryne understanding the severity of our mission and it's consequences attempts to lighten the mood with his new friends.

Looking around the area to assess potential dangers or unique markings/stone work.
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Konnar shrugs, It's a neat idea, using a hillside as the outside of your home. I hear the halflings like to do that... this strikes me as a little large for a halfling though...

Looking at the stout door, Shall I knock?

"I'd be wary of anyone accepting us into their home with our, ahem, circumstances."

Perhaps they could let us stay in the barn? nodding at the stable.

My character may not know it, but gobbies and horses don't mix... ;p

What time of day is it? If it is time to start thinking about camping, maybe we can barter for a hot meal!

This would be early morning the following day.

Do we recognize any markings on the mound, or would we know what this is already?

This is marked on your map as a Blackraven Way Station.

I know we're all thinkin' it, but I for one am glad I didn't have to fight a doll, no good can come of that. Maybe this mound has some terrifying chickens, let's be careful

Gryne understanding the severity of our mission and it's consequences attempts to lighten the mood with his new friends.

Looking around the area to assess potential dangers or unique markings/stone work.
[dice=Perception] 1d20+8

There doesn't seem to be any deadly rock formations lurking hereabouts.

As you approach the longhouse a the wooden door to the mound opens and a man comes out to greet you. He smiles with open arms and welcomes you "Hello Friends, you must be the pathfinders, our scouts reported your crossing last night. The Castellan of Trollhiem, Freyr Darkwine has informed me to extend to you our hospitality. You're welcome to a meal, wine, and a place by our hearth."

Gryne surprised by meeting someone with pleasantries rather than arrows responds:
That is most generous of you.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

We would certainly appreciate such hospitality.

Filios closely examines the building, the roof, and surrounding area as he approaches.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Open arms and a warm hearth? Sense Motive 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

Well that sounds most excellent! I’m not one to turn down a warm hearth and home cooked meal.

Turning to Gryne, Thur zh'azk tur our' k'arg, khazrh?

"Thank you for the offering, though I hope you have accomdations for our companions as well." Strat makes a nod towards the goblins.

Sense Motive, cause it's the cool thing to do. 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

Strat, "Yes, yes of course. We have a store room that doubles as a cell when we take prisoners."

My name is Fextor Babbletrix. Very kind of you to share your home with us. What's for dinner?
Are there horses in the barn? I'd very much like to see them. I've not had the opportunity see the northern breed up close.
Do you have any good novels here? I'm guessing there's not much to do in the cold?
Do you play Chelish baccarac? I could teach you.
Are there many people here? I could teach all of you.
So this is the Blackraven Way Station? Do you get many visitors?
Are there any visitors now? Do they know Chelish baccarac?

Fextor fires off questions at rapidfire pace to leave the impression that he's a typical annoying gnome and keep any strangers thinking that he's "the stereotype" thereby underestimating him.

Konnar looks around for a possible ambush, but otherwise nods to the man.

Perception 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

"I'll take the goblins to the cells and keep an eye on them. Probably shouldn't leave 'em unguarded."

I'll join you Strat. Konnar helps the big half-orc usher the goblins off, or at tries to keep their attentions from wandering too far. As they get out to earshot of their host he speaks quietly to Strat, This guy seems a little too friendly... but maybe I am just overthinking it.

Hmmm seems a little to easy

Responding to Belegorn in Dwarven, Thur zh'azk tur our' k'arg, khazrh...

I'll join you Strat. Konnar helps the big half-orc usher the goblins off, or at tries to keep their attentions from wandering too far. As they get out to earshot of their host he speaks quietly to Strat, This guy seems a little too friendly... but maybe I am just overthinking it.

"Might just not get many travelers. I didn't notice anything myself, but I can understand the sentiment. Either way we should stay alert, just in case our friends decided to try something."

Filios nods and winks to Konnar with his back to the host, then he turns to addresse the host.

Well, then, shall we head inside? Lead the way....what was your name? I am Filios Philandril. No worries Konnar and Strat. I'll bring you guys something special from the table.

Many thanks, Filios...

Fextor fires off questions at rapidfire pace to leave the impression that he's a typical annoying gnome and keep any strangers thinking that he's "the stereotype" thereby underestimating him.

"No"

Filios nods and winks to Konnar with his back to the host, then he turns to addresse the host.

Well, then, shall we head inside? Lead the way....what was your name? I am Filios Philandril. No worries Konnar and Strat. I'll bring you guys something special from the table.

"I am known as Enrik Ironjaw. Please, come and share our hearth."

He turns heel and heads back inside.

Konnar follows with the goblins in tow. Now, you boys behave yourselves!

To Filios: "No"? which question do you think he was answering?

Filios leans down and in a low voice, addresses Fextor.

Could be anyone of them, friend. Let's stay on our toes, eh?

Belegorn drops his backpack and cloak in the entryway, but keeps his axe and shield handy.

Nice place you got here. How many Blackravens do you have in your command?

Gryne enters the hut hesitantly. but stays near the entrance.

Belegorn drops his backpack and cloak in the entryway, but keeps his axe and shield handy.

Nice place you got here. How many Blackravens do you have in your command?

"Enough to keep our borders safe." He says leading you into the Longhouse. He walks to the end of the hall and opens a door on the right."This is it, it should be good enough for your captives, we haven't cleaned it in a while but the door is good and solid and the windows are barred." He lets you tend to the goblins before announcing "Let us have a drink then, and some food perhaps...I wonder if we have any of that mutton left."

Filios, following close to the leader, examines the area around the cell to check other means of entry to the Lomghouse and to get a headcount of troops.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Prior to putting the goblins inside, Strat gives it a once over.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

Assuming he finds nothing out of the ordinary, "Thank you for the offer of drink, but I'll be fine with the goblins."

Konnar nods grimly as well, There'll be time aplenty for drink later. The sooner we are done with this mission, the better.

Gryne, in an attempt to stay discreet asks his group;

Shall we set up watch within here just to be safe?
I will stand first watch if necessary.

This all feels very convenient and convenience is not something that comforts me.

Yes, Konnar and Strat agreed to watch the prisoners first whilst we partake of the hospitality of the Longhouse. We can switch up shifts later.

He turns to the host.

Good sir, are there any other exits from the Longhouse that we need to be aware of so that we can adequately watch our charges?

Good sir, are there any other exits from the Longhouse that we need to be aware of so that we can adequately watch our charges?

So im uncertain as to what's going on. Are you guys going to rest here or continue onward?

"There's a door out past the kitchens that leads out back to the outhouse."

I believe the plan is to rest here for the night, then leave in the morning, if I'm not mistaken.

Yep, what Strat said.

Filios, following close to the leader, examines the area around the cell to check other means of entry to the Lomghouse and to get a headcount of troops.

Perception: 1d20+6

Sorry Filios, re-reading my post it seems my annotation for you was lost somehow. The long trestle table that dominates the room has benches on either side that look to sit about ten men each. There is a proper wooden chair at the end of the table, presumably for the highest ranking among them which would most likely be Enrik.

There are two men sitting at the tables who look almost finished with their meals, one of them is finishing the last of his trencher and the other has an empty table in front of him. They stand and mumble greetings before quickly excusing themselves. Strolling over to another doorway at the end of the dining room he calls out whilst leaning on the door "Hey Bale, we still got any of that mutton?" A very clear man's voice calls back "Naw cap, we used it in the stew last night if you recall." Enrik sighs and turns back to the party. "Are you folks good with stew?"

Anything would improve upon the trail rations we have been eating the last couple of days.

I was under the impression we would take advantage of the hot food and shelter for a spell, the hit the road hard to get where we need to go.

Can we make it to our destination before nightfall? Then by all means, eat and move on.