Temple of Empyreal Brute Squad (Inactive)

Game Master ThorGN

Petr attempts to catch his party before entering dining room.

And in a low whisper imparts,

"Can we all agree that we need to be extremely civil especially given the fact we are 1/4 of the way completed with our tasks. If any conflict arises let us 'Retire to our offered quarters.' "

"Sounds like a good plan, but I can't guarantee the whole being civil thing. You get an 'I'll try'."

Tanrov pokes at the feast presented to him with disappointment visible on his face.

"No meat?"

Well would you look at that! Magical food.

Meat? What's meat? Says one of the younger Halflings.

We have no need. Replies one of the Humans. This fare is nourishing enough.

The dinner conversation is friendly, if not exuberant. About what you would expect from a life of relative solitude.

As you look around the room you notice that many of the other followers of Korada are also missing fingers.

Arkwright leans over to his nearest companion and whispers, "I'm guessing that halfling is taking the food to Dakang and the Aasimar. Should one of us go after him and offer to take the food into them? It might give us an opportunity to find out whether this temple is legitimate or not."

"I knew it. No real food here." Ashur looks around the table. "So did they explain why most of them are missing fingers?" He whispers.

A couple of the monks look oddly at Petr, but don't object to his deft casting.

One of the Halflings, overhearing Arkwright's comment, speaks up. Yes, he is taking those plates to the three Aasimar who live with us. Dakang however, he continues proudly, has no need for earthly sustenance. He has reached the state of true enlightenment and is sustained by the holy will of Korada alone.

"Meat is the stuff that animals are made of. You need lots of it to make you big and strong", the Shoanti says as he flexes one mammoth arm for the young halfling.

Tanrov is visibly deflated when the human chimes in.

"Oh", is the only response he can muster.

Ashur's hunger overtakes his disappointment over having to meat and gorges himself. When everyone looks at him due to the rude behavior, he starts slowing down and starts trying to be polite.That is of course, unless someone stops him.

Here is my fort save in the off chance that I was right and it's poisoned.

1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

Thank you for the offer of your table, friends. I am going to eat the food we brought with us, perhaps a little later in the day. Sometimes its best to eat food from home after travelling so far. Wouldn't you agree, fellow Pathfinders?

Speaking of which... such a buzzkill.

Ashur reluctantly puts down his food before it passes his lips when Petr calls his attention. His groan is followed by a growl from the plane-touched's stomach. He just nods his head in agreement.

Seeing most of the table eating, Tanrov pretends to do the same. He spends several long minutes moving his food back and forth across the plate, dividing it, and piling it back up. Occasionally he lifts some up and acts as if he's going to put it in his mouth before dropping it with a grimace.

When he thinks nobody is looking the young barbarian snakes a hand into his pack and fishes out a piece of spiced jerky and, in one swift motion, stuffs it into his mouth.

Sleight of Hand - 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

Erin sits down at the table and begins idly playing with her food. She does not say anything at the table, and looks to be deep in thought about something.

How many people and what races besides human do I see around the table?

There is one Gnome, four Halflings, and five Humans.

After some time of eating, they gather up what is left to store for later in the day, and slowly disperse.

Petr addresses one of the humans he hasn't seen before,

"How long have you lived at this temple? What did you do before you came to this temple?"

Erin snaps out of her daze when one of the monks removes the plate from in front of her. She then gently taps Arkwright and Tanrov on the shoulders and leans in close to speak.

"Lets head back out to the crypts. I was not exactly hungry, but I did not want to be outwardly rude"

Arkwright nods fervently and follows her out into the corridor then out to the crypt, thanking the hosts for the meal.

Once outside, Erin asks.
"So how was the food? Normally I would not be one to turn down a free meal, but those meditation techniques actually angered me to the point where I did not feel like eating."

"Same, though I was a bit more frustrated rather than angered. The others seemed fine... though I wish we could have gotten a chance to see those Aasimar. Assuming they are actually here."

I have been here most of my life. My parents came when I was a child, and we lived here ever since.

"Do you ever eat anything besides what this table provides? Do you grow any food at the temple?"

No, this table provides enough food for all of us here. We live a simple life. Not needing to prepare food frees up more time for meditation, teaching, and other spiritual rites.

"Ah very interesting. I am impressed by your devotion. Now if you will excuse me I must find my party."

Petr gets up from the table and motions for Freya to follow him.

He catches up to Erin and Arkwright in the hall.

He motions for for them to step close to him as he whispers,

"We have a problem. That food was poisoned. I do not know the nature of the poison but it was present in all of the food and drink."

"Well, a great time for me to lose my appetite I suppose, but it didn't seem to be affecting any of the other people there. Think they built up an immunity to it?"

Petr frowns as he considers this strange problem,

"I don't know. I wish I could have figured out what kind of poison it was. I guess we wait and see if anyone comes down with any ailments.

I am very glad Ashur put the thought in my head to check for poison. It would not have even crossed my mind otherwise. Sometimes I am too trusting."

Tanrov frowns at the mention of poison.

"I hope nobody gets sick. I told them what they needed was meat!"

"If I had known I would have pocketed some of it for you to look at. I also agree with Ark on the fact that we should have seen one of the Aasimar by now. I am beginning to become very uncomfortable with the fact that we may need to spend a few nights here."

"Well lets work on getting our tasks completed and getting out of here. Maybe we won't need to stay the night. Although that library is a mess. What's next?"

"Well, Ark mentioned the crypt, and Tanrov seems to be getting restless so that sounds like a good option to vent some frustration. Cayden knows I could use the break."

Where is the crypt in relation to the garden and library? Is there simply a door into the crypt or is it underground?

"I called it on the poison. And yea you are way too trusting. I knew there was something going on here. Erin may have a point. Going into a crypt sounds pretty good, even if its just to get away from these people."

Beyond the library there is a door to the hallway, that runs along the north side of the garden, to the crypt, at the northwest corner of the garden.

The door to the hallway sticks a little from lack of use, but opens when a little pressure is applied. Most of the everburning lanterns hanging in this hall are dark, but the dimness does not diminish the grandeur of this corridor. Along the north wall stand several statues, each depicting an angel or other good outsider. Some are depicted in dramatic poses befitting a holy warrior. Others have heads bowed in eternal contemplation and hands cupping glass spheres. The southern wall bears a large set of double doors that open to the garden, but these doors are boarded up. Smaller doors stand at the opposite end of the hall. A few bits of stone and other debris litter the floor and a musty odor hangs in the air.

Well if everyone is ready, lets go to the crypt/garden area.

It doesn't look like this hallway gets used much does it?

Petr makes says a few words and places a hand on his buckler. Bright light flares into existence and illuminates the area around him a little more.

"No it doesn't. I want to break everything in here."

Erin takes a closer look at one of the angels.

"I would not do that Ashur. I am getting the feeling that this once was a holy place. It just seems like it was re-purposed for a more sinister means."

Erin turns to Petr.

"Do you happen to know of any special significance these statues may have?"

Hmm... maybe. These type of beings aren't exactly my best subject.

Petr approaches the closest statue to the door they just entered and looks it over.

"Alright fine. Though can we keep moving atleast? These statues are making me feel uncomfortable."

"Why is that?", Tanrov asks while he assists in searching the hallway.

Perception - 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

"You don't see it? It's like they're watching us. Judging us for what we've done. For who we are... or what we are. Just like the angels they represent. And that's assuming they don't animate and try to kill us."

Oh sorry, are you stopping to search the hallway? I thought people, like Ashur, where just going to move on to the crypt.

Petr is examining the closest statue to him to determine what he knows about the creature represented

Ashur is ok with moving on if that wasn't obvious.

Petr doesn't know anything special about this angel. It was probably a priest or messanger of Korada as some point long ago.

Tanrov takes a really good look at the second statue. It looks solid, like a rock.

Sorry guys, not much to learn here. Feel free to continue on.

While Petr and Tanrov examine the statues, Ashur moves through the smaller doors into the crypt.

Erin follows Ashur, looking around for anything dangerous as she moves through the crypts.

Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27+1 Traps