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Paemil's eyes track along with the leopard as she picks up the scent. Looking back at his companions and their attempts to enter the closest mausoleum, he gathers his breath a moment before speaking up.
"Lumi finds fresh trail. Attention should be there." while gesturing to the shadowy figure of the cat in the distance. Stepping off, he begins to move toward Lumi- paying only a little attention to if anyone follows him.
As he approaches Lumi he calls out "ทำได้ดีเพื่อนของฉัน พักและเฝ้าระวัง"
Opening up his mind to the essence of nature, Paemil reaches out to see anything magical in nature.
Polo Took stands before a tomb of baroque marble. The 15-by-10-foot structure is constructed of superior masonry. Its sole ingress is an iron door. The tomb clamors for attention like a gaudy flag waving for a once noble house. Its most audacious feature is a sculpted badger that looms, gargoyle-like, above the door. The iron door is decorated not only with the Tullivor name and crest, but also with an elaborate arcane rune.
As Paemil and Tsuk Sach approach the spired mausoleum to the southwest, they see that this alabaster tomb evokes a past age of Galtan architecture, including a ten-foot spire atop a broad dome. Its awnings teem with sculpted white raptors. An iron gate bears the motto, “Last to Fall.” This mausoleum is a 15-by-15-foot tomb of superior masonry. Through the ironwork of its padlocked gate one can see that the tomb’s interior contains four sarcophagi but, alas, no apparent valuables.
Surprise Round
Feelo
Paemil
Shruti Afshir
Tsuk Sach
Polo Took
Aura Source Gets to act in Surprise Round
Lumi
Sirius Lowenhaupt
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Images of color and energy leap into Paemil's vision, and a sense of importance glows from the spired building. He holds up a hand with a quick signal to Lumi, ordering her down, and shifts his weight to a more defensive stance.
He pulls the blade off of his back, and continues to concentrate on the building in front of him.
Initiative Order Round 1
Feelo
Paemil
Shruti Afshir
Tsuk Sach
Polo Took
Aura Source
Lumi
Sirius Lowenhaupt
Titian looks forward towards the noise and smiles, whirling his weapon left and right.
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Feelo begins moving towards the spired mausoleum as he calls upon Desna for aid.
"Desna, bless these travelers that they may act with your luck on their side!"
The small halfling throws his arms wide to the sky to bring Desna's blessing to all of his Pathfinder allies.
Bless fills your allies with courage. Each ally gains a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and on saving throws against fear effects.
A raven-haired, elven woman sitting atop a white horse comes trotting out from the side of the mausoleum, tramping over graves in order to get a good look at the newcomers.
She has a loaded crossbow that she keeps aimed at the party as she speaks.
"Who are you? And what business do you have at my family's tomb?" The woman asks.
Initiative Order Round 1 & 2
Feelo
Paemil
Shruti Afshir
Tsuk Sach
Polo Took
Woman on horseback
Lumi
Sirius Lowenhaupt
Be near human. Alert and on guard.
The cat slinks back, away from the horse and rider, until she reaches Paemil. Crouched, she stands at the ready to attack anything that threatens her master.
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Paemil looks at the woman on horseback, and quickly at the surroundings, in an attempt to place her level of threat, or additional risks.
Upon recognizing her form as elven, he reaches out to her- first in Sylvan, then in Elven.
"ฉันให้คุณไม่มีภัยคุกคามถ้าคุณให้ฉันไม่มี ฉันไม่ต้องการที่จะจบลงเหมือนที่ขุนนาง - ผูกและฆ่าและขึ้นไปบนเสื้อคลุม"
I offer you no threat, if you offer me none. I do not wish to end up like the noble- bound and killed and propped up on a mantle.
My name is Paemil, Druid of the Angol grove. This is my companion and friend, Lumi.
A slight smirk begins to form on the woman's face as she listens to Paemil's words. "Greetings, Paemil and Lumi. I am the Lady Rhiannon Sarvios. It would seem we share a common affinity for animals."
Then, turning to Tsuk Sach. "If you truly wish to bring honor to family ancestors, then you may be able to help me. The Tullivor mausoleum contains an object rightly belonging to my family. If you help me retrieve it, you may earn the Sarvios’ gratitude."
The woman and her mount stay put, though her crossbow remains aimed in the direction of the party.
Initiative Order Round 2 & 3
Feelo
Paemil
Shruti Afshir
Tsuk Sach
Polo Took
RhiannonLumi
Sirius Lowenhaupt
Looking at Sirius, the woman responds, "You have good eye-sight. Must be the elven-blood. Yes, Triumph is indeed with me, although I suspect that he would take offense at the idea of 'belonging' to anyone." She reaches down to stroke an ear of her white horse, "I know you feel the same, Zephyr."
Initiative Order Round 3
Feelo
Paemil
Shruti Afshir
Tsuk Sach
Polo Took
Rhiannon
Lumi - delaying
Sirius Lowenhaupt
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"Tell us more about this treasure; let's see if we can come to an agreement about it." He opens his hands wide, showing that he carries no weapon.
"I feel I must be honest, though. We'll listen to your case, but we too are here seeing some treasure of the Tulliver's. We may find that we're at cross-purposes. If that's the case, you must see that we have the numbers."
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Paemil considers the words of the lady on horseback, and the observations made by Sirius. Breaking from the comfort and fluency of Sylvan- Paemil shifts back into his much more stiff and less eloquent common.
"Do you know dead person? Body has marks of Hawk on face, and you also befriend hawks."
He continues to observe the woman, specifically looking for a sword that might match the wounds on the body found earlier.
"Tell us more about this treasure; let's see if we can come to an agreement about it." He opens his hands wide, showing that he carries no weapon.
"I feel I must be honest, though. We'll listen to your case, but we too are here seeing some treasure of the Tulliver's. We may find that we're at cross-purposes. If that's the case, you must see that we have the numbers."
When Feelo speaks, the woman’s eyes turn towards him, taking a moment to refocus in order to better make out the halfling’s form from among the lengthening shadow of the mausoleum spired , given greater lengthy by the slowly setting sun.
”The treasure of which I spoke rightfully belongs to my family," the woman says in response to Feelo. “The hated Laban Tullivor stole a family heirloom, a platinum chalice, from my family shortly before his death. While I welcomed the man’s death, as I would that of any one of the Tullivors, I do mourn the fact that the chalice was returned to my family as it should have been. I believe, instead, that Laban Tullivor had the chalice entombed with himself.”.
"Do you know dead person? Body has marks of Hawk on face, and you also befriend hawks."
Rhiannon unsuccessfully hides a smirk, before speaking. “I was here, praying at my own family’s tomb. I believe I heard something unpleasant just as you showed up.” Her words seem rather accusatory in tone.
I have this sword. Will I need it inside? Are there dangers?
“I have not been within the Tullivor tomb, but it is obviously trapped.” Rhiannon replies. “It does not surprise me at all a Tullivor commissioned a complex magical trap for the tomb, even while on his deathbed.”.
The woman pauses for a moment, as if in thought. She then proposes, ”Were you able to open the tomb, I might be willing to split with you any treasures found within, save for my family’s chalice, of course.”
As Polo creeps along with his crossbow, Rhiannon and each of her animal companions give a glance his way.
Initiative Order Round 3 and into 4
Feelo
Paemil
Lumi
Shruti Afshir
Tsuk Sach
Polo Took
Rhiannon
Sirius Lowenhaupt
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"I understand. Your witness of the happenings here must be important for the city watch. I will send for them for you"
Keeping the woman in view, Paemil shifts around to his left, attempting to place Rhiannon in a dangerous position between him and Tsuk. Again, quick hand gestures communicate to Lumi.
Wah Wah wah Whaaa Wahh Wa Wa Wahh
Nothing about the language used sounds familiar to Lumi, especially after the switch from Sylvan to Common. However, she senses Paemil's tension, and her eyes keep darting back and forth between the lady on the horse and Paemil.
His hands flash several signals, and instinctively Lumi follows him step by step- aware of the threat posed by both the rider and the horse.
Large animal. Smells of calm but Human is nervous.
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Feelo considers Rhiannon's words. Ulisha said in her journal that she stole the chalice. Though Ulisha didn't say what the treasure in Tulliver's tomb would be, it couldn't be the chalice, could it? Not if Ulisha already stole that, right?
His brow furrows as he comes to a decision.
"Well, I think we should probably work together on this, then. What do you know about getting into the tomb? As a Sarvio, I imagine you must have some thoughts on the Tulliver's strategies?"
"Well, I think we should probably work together on this, then. What do you know about getting into the tomb? As a Sarvio, I imagine you must have some thoughts on the Tulliver's strategies?"
“I know as much as you do, I’m afraid. It seems obvious that the front door is trapped. Tulliver’s strategies involve the discomfort and humiliation of his rivals. Whatever the trap does, I suspect that it is most unpleasant.”
The woman pauses for a moment, apparently being quite careful to calculate her next words. ”There is a stone bust of that hated man within this graveyard that speaks a riddle. But, if it is to be believed…” Rhiannon allows her words to hang in the air as she considers their audience and what implications might be drawn from them, “it would require the death of the Tulliver’s heir, Northis—Laban’s last son—to open safely.”
"I understand. Your witness of the happenings here must be important for the city watch. I will send for them for you"
Rhiannon watches Paemil and his companion closely, but makes no move to stop them. Instead she gives a knowing smirk and says with certain emphasis, ”Send for the watch if you wish. I suspect that they will be quite slow in coming this night and that my activities here, will already be long finished before their arrival.”
"This One wonders," Shruti says of themselves, "Whether you have some way to enter the tomb?"
”I know of no other entrance than through the trapped iron door.” she responds. ”But you all appear to be rather capable of handling any hazards that may still be posed by entering through that way.”
How very fortunate for you that while you were here praying we happened to come along to enter to tomb for you. Saves you the trip back.
“Very fortunate, indeed. Recovering stolen property can be dangerous work.” she replies.
With a slight jab from Rhiannon, her horse, takes a few steps back.
From atop her steed she considers the assembled adventurers a moment longer, then lowers her crossbow.
“So then, are we in agreement?” The woman proposes, ”Shall we enter the tomb together?”
Initiative Order Round 4 and into 5
Feelo
Paemil
Lumi
Shruti Afshir
Tsuk Sach
Polo Took
Rhiannon
Sirius Lowenhaupt
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Her story doesn't sit right with me. Paemil's gut tells him this is going to end up in bloodshed. She is guilty of murder, at a minimum. . A sadness washes over him as he realizes, too, that her animals will likely meet the same fate...
Shaking the thoughts from his mind- Peamil gestures towards Lumi with a series of flicks and signs.
As Paemil's hands flash, Lumi follows each command. She continues to sense the tension and edge of her human.
Back. Back. Back. Stay. Attack.
Without turning her back, she takes three steps backwards and pauses. Digging her claws into the turf, she prepares to unleash her energy forward toward to human.
Defend
Fight (Attack, Down, Stay)
Heel
Track
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"Very well. Let's go." Feelo turns and begins walking towards the tomb with the spire.
She may still try to ambush us once we have the tomb open, but we're clearly at an impass now.
"There's a riddle that makes me think we need to get the setting sun to shine on the bust. That spire is in the way. Can you think of a good way to get it down?"
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"If we are in agreement that we shall work together to retrieve this trinket, then This One thinks it might be appropriate for us all to lower our weapons." With the woman apparently behaving amicably, Shurti's words are directed at her companions more than the woman. For her part, she loosens her grip on her spear and leans it against her shoulder, the butt of the weapon resting in the dirt of the cemetery.
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Polo overhears, Shruti Afshur and lowers his cross bow while slowly standing up from his concealed position. Um...hi there, Polo waves meekly to Rhiannon. can't be too careful these days eh? Polo ask with one eyebrow raised. Polo respects his companion's wishes to co-operate but, he is still wary of the horse woman Rhiannon's intentions. Well, let's go see about this trapped tomb shall we?...Um which one is it by the way? Someone mentioned something about a talking statue...maybe it will hold a clue to the entrance? Polo starts looking around for the talking bust.
"There's a riddle that makes me think we need to get the setting sun to shine on the bust. That spire is in the way. Can you think of a good way to get it down?"
In response, Rhiannon quietly repeats to herself the words, ”sun” and ”shine”, as she seems to thoughtfully consider Feelo’s words. She turns away from the party to look at the spire atop her family tomb and the glowing clouds alit by the setting sun. She fixes her gaze upon them for several moments, then sighs and shakes her head.
Turning her gaze back towards the party, she says with some force, “Surely, you aren’t suggesting that I would allow you to desecrate the tomb of my own family.”
So, I take it that you are responsible for the body on the bust then?
“Who’s to say?” Rhiannon responds, unconvincingly, as she descends from her mount. Although there remains tension in the air, the noble woman has obviously lowered her guard a fair bit, seemingly satisfied with the agreed upon arrangement.
”Perhaps it was the work of a pack of tomb raiders, dressed identically to yourselves.” she adds, sharply. “The testimony of a Sarvio holds a lot of weight in this town. We may be working together to secure the treasures stolen by the late Tullivor, but do not forget for a moment just who it is that you are dealing with.”
When Polo waves, she responds with a dismissive glance.
She stows her crossbow and waits for each of you to put your weapons away. She rests her hand on the hilt of her sword until the party complies.
Then, she walks her mount over towards the stone pedestal that holds the bust of Laban Tullivor, paying scant attention to the body that now lies at its base.
A falcon, which had been hiding among the statuary on the spired mausoleum, now swoops down over Sirius’ head, seeming to greet the woman before flying up to perch on the nearby tree.
When Polo poses his question to the bust, a permanent magic mouth activates, reciting the riddle: “When the last sun falls upon this spot, receive my thanks.”