Tervalis Evergreen Arc 1 (Inactive)

Game Master Ietsuna

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The invitation delivered last night was remarkably simple,
especially given the importance of the occasion: “Start where it
all began. Meet us at the Pig’s Paunch one hour before dawn. The Pig’s Paunch is a run-down building with a faded sign
of a large pig standing on its hind legs, arms folded above a
corpulent belly. Inside, the air is thick with the scents of human
sweat, stale tobacco, and leftover food. In the center of the
room, surrounded by inebriates sleeping off their revelries, a
familiar elven man stands high upon top of a large round table.

I think that this is a good place to begin with this part and would give everyone a chance to introduce themselves

Geirahod is a tall, young woman of Ulfen ancestry. Her lustrous red hair has 2 braids, the complicated one showing she is of age, the other that she is a spearmaiden.
She is wearing an explorers outfit in strong linnen, in a light blue with a red embroidery of complicated knots under a four mirror armor.
She is carrying the Taldorian spear and a falcatta on her side and a kukri in the small of her back in a sheath.
She is not a beautiful woman, not even a good looking, but she has an aura of quite confidence.

A stocky half-orc on the shorter side enters the bar. His hair is neatly pulled back and his tusks are well maintained. On his arm you can see from fresh looking scars which if asked he would tell you are curtsy of his first adventure.

He surveys the bar, hand resting on the gauntlet tucked into his belt and smiles.

"Well this scene is one I have seen many times though why they are allowed to sleep it off here is beyond me."

He approaches the elven man and smiles, clearly use to dealing with people.

"So you have a job for us?"

Bashalde is a dark-haired, cut in an Ustulavic style. He wears a simple leather cuirass but appears barely armed with two short blades at his belt. When he enters, he takes note of the man standing on the table.

"That doesn't require much deductive effort," he comments to himself before speaking more directly, "Bashalde, investigator, at your service."

He bows at the waist to the Master of Scrolls.

The Master of Scrolls nods to the investigator.

Belor enters the Pigs Paunch. He sees a half orc and that puts him on edge. His tribe back home has been fighting the orcs for generations. Still in the interest of entering the Pathfinder Society he is willing to put his grudges aside, for now at least.

Elado saunters into the Pigs Paunch. He points at the group beginning to coalesce. Y-, You people? Am I at the right place. There are so many of these places around, I tell you what.

Elado is a thin character whose stark white hair betray his age. He is younger than he seems and that comes off in his energetic banter.

Belor speaks in a distincive way. Almost a staccato, much like the beating of a drum.

I am Belor. I am a drummer for war, or I will be in time.

Barred will extend his hand to Belor and the others in turn and flash his bast barkeep's smile.

"I'm Barred, bartender and bouncer turned pathfinder, from Trunau. Looks like we will be traveling together. Im not much with weapons but my first do most the work."

"I cannot tell you if you are in the right place, but if you are looking for the Pig's Paunch," Bashalde informs the white-haired man, "Then you have found it."

Looks like that is everyone

"“Welcome! Welcome, my students! Please, have a seat!” With
that, Kreighton Shaine, the Pathfinder Society’s Master of Scrolls,
nimbly drops down to sit cross-legged on the table before
looking about the tavern with a sense of reverent wonder. “Can
you believe it? It all started here years ago—well, over four hundred of them at least. Under this very roof the Pathfinder
Society was born.
“But today! Today you will begin your Confirmation! Master
Farabellus, Master Zey, and I all agree you each have shown your
worth and dedication to the Society, so there’s no better time
to see if you can handle becoming full field operatives. Allow
me to introduce you to Janira Gavix,” he says as he motions
for an excitable halfling woman to approach. She wears a large
backpack and carries all manner of tools, pouches, and scroll
cases around her waist. Shaine continues, saying, “Janira here
will be going with you on
your Confirmation. She was
one of my brightest pupils
and will no doubt be an
invaluable resource on your
journey, for she discovered the
caves you are about to explore
during her own Confirmation.”

"Janira speaks up in an
enthusiastic and cheerful
voice, “Greetings,
aspiring Pathfinders! Six
months ago, while I was
mapping cave entrances
in the foothills of the Kortos
Mounts, I witnessed a lone
gillman entering a concealed cave.
I thought little of it at the time, but I saw
another one enter the cave again a month
later as my Confirmation stretched on. A few
days later, after I completed my assigned task, I entered the
cave system, but was unable to find the gillmen.”
Master Shaine hops to his feet. “Initiates, for your Confirmation,
you will travel to these caves to explore and document its many
passages. Additionally, and most importantly, you are to learn
what the gillmen are up to in there. Oh, and you need to come
back alive as well.” With these parting words, the Master of
Scrolls jumps off the table and strolls out of the building while
humming to himself.

"A pleasure to meet you, Janira," the investigator says with a bow, "Should we expect much danger in the wilderness on our way to the cave you found?"

I've yet to meet a danger that my club and a war-beat could not defeat. The tribesman brandishes his greatclub to demonstrate his point.

First fay and now caves. I think I will be well prepared for this new life when this is done.

Looking at his new companions Barred smiles.

"Well that is a might big stick, I am sure it will serve you well. Janira, I hope you are going to take us to this cave my last trip though the woods earned me some scars."

Caves of gillmen, eh? This disciple of the White Dragon finds them a worthy adversary. Janira, we would be delighted to undertake this with you.

Looking quizical Belor asks Janira What is a Gillman?

Hammering her fist on her armor in Taldorian fashion Geirahöð smiles and nods at Janira. "A pleasure!"

With a little bit of excitement in her voice the Halfling responds Oh there are lots of different things that we can find, wolves, hippogriffs or are those griffons? Sometimes I forget. Centaurs are known to live in the forests and we musn't forget the bugs. All kinds of bugs, spiders, fleas, ants, all kinds of wildlife

Ah, yes. Bugs. We should take precautions against vermin and the like.

"Hmm. Maybe I should buy vermin repellent."

I carry some for just such an occasion, but I'd like to do some provisioning in addition. Janira, would we have an opportunity before we headed out to procure a few items?

Of course but please hurry, we have a long way to travel if we want to get there on time since we are walking replies the Halfling/.

2 potions of mage armor for me, thanks.

Belor grabbed a flask of Alchemist's Fire and a scroll of cure light.

Geirahöð Bjornsdottir also buys two flasks of Acid.

"Bugs? individually not so bad but I don't love swarms of them. Still I am ready to head out."

"Ah, no. Here is some. I am ready to set forth," Bashalde confirms after checking the pouches in his bandolier.

let's head out then says Janira.

Lead on, our intrepid guide.

You head out on the road towards the cave. The Halfling is a nice companion and strikes up conversations.

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You head out on the road towards the cave. The Halfling is a nice companion and strikes up conversations.

As you enter into a wooded area your conversations are halted as you hear two creatures emerge from behind some fallen logs ahead of and behind you as two creatures, a mix of eagle and horse emerge. 30' in the air

Go ahead and place your characters around the Halfling. I want to make sure you all can edit the map

Iniative
Hippogriff #1 top 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
#2 BOTTOM 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Barred 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Bashalde 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Belor 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Elado 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Geirahöð Bjornsdottir 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

Order
Top Griffy
Belor
Bashalde
Geirahöð Bjornsdottir
Barred
Bottom Griffon
Elado

I'll wait for you to put your figures up before top griffy attacks

"Egads!" Bashalde exclaims as they are set upon by two chimeric predators.

Hippogrifs are... magical beast?

1d20 + 7 + 1d6 ⇒ (12) + 7 + (1) = 20 Free inspiration on trained Knowledge.

Si, señor

looks like we're set :)

Oh I cannot wait to get eaten by flyhing lion chickens.

The top hippogriff descends and attacks the closest party member to it, the ranger
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19 attempting to bite her
1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 damage

Belor
Bashalde
Geirahöð Bjornsdottir
Barred
Bottom Griffon
Elado

Elado takes a few steps back as the lion chicken swoops down. He raises his hands and a streak of frosty lines fire from his hands to the nearest hippogriff.

rayoffrost: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 131d3 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Yelling an Ulfen warcry while looking at her gaping wound, the young Ulfen woman draws her blade and slashes at the Hippogriff, trying a wicked overhand slash.
Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 251d8 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Conf: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 232d8 + 12 ⇒ (6, 3) + 12 = 21
Seeing her blade decapicitating the birdlion a yell of thriumph comes from her lips.
Assuming a 23 hits and the hippogriff has less than 34 hp

Elado brushes the frost off his hands... and his jaw DROPS when Geirahöð parts the hippogriff with ease.

Bashalde draws his bow, nocks an arrow, and takes aim at the flying hippogriff.

"If we prove too tough of a meal, they should run--or that," the Ustalavic man begins to advise.

Shortbow: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Bye bye hippogriff :(