The Flaxseed Pathfinder Lodge: Explore, Report, Cooperate!

Game Master Redelia

Lynn looked between the two, "You... seem to have a history or at least a rivalry. That's good to see in the society despite regional difference." She closed the notebook for a bit, and motioned to the glass of wine the Taladen man hadn't touched yet grabbing her own. "Come now we aren't at war and one glass won't hurt we should join the two."

She may have been a little bias due to the obvious favor of the accidental god in the room but she wanted to hear more from the two parties and their tales of the world.

"Yeah, come have a drink and together we'll toast to glory, in whatever form we find it!"

I'm hoping to play Siege of the Diamond City, and I'll be Overseer GM for Year of the Shadow Lodge.

"GOOD MORNING!" Bellows a glistening, emerald capped, boulder as he plows through the doors of the lodge with his deinotherium following just behind. A moment later his confidence shrinks and he turns to his megafauna and speaks quietly, "do good, yes?" to which the animal nods back at him, then shifts it's head towards the patrons as to say "now go on". Obviously lost and confused he walks up to the most official looking person in the room and says, "here for adventure, Puppy say this place get strong, help nature, make friends"

Dotting in, I know Gameday part 2 is in full swing, but just started trying PBP. See if anything comes up.

Lynn looked to the man sitting just across from her and sighed at his inaction before taking her glass of wine and standing to move over to the table with the other gentleman and possibly Chelaxian woman.

"I believe I heard you say a toast to glory ey?" She raised her glass ever so slightly higher, "To the expanding of knowledge and tales to be spun of great deeds and grand fortunes!"

"To what she said!" Gunner lifts his tankard in salute, drains it, then picks up the full one the bartender is just setting by his elbow (the staff clearly know him by now). "What should we toast to next?"

An RBF stumps into the lodge, followed shortly thereafter by an otherwise unremarkable female dwarf. After a brief scan of the place, she threads her way over to the jobs board. Anyone near enough can hear her grumble-muttering over the options. "No, that'd get me killed. No, that's been done. No... No... No... Rrgh." She sullenly turns and strides purposely to the bar to curtly order an ale. Tankard in hand, she weaves her way towards the most secluded table in the lodge, proceeding to survey the room from that vantage point with the intensity of a hunting hawk.

Level 2 CORE monk eager to try out her new wrestling skills.

Dressed in expensive-looking light armor, a woman of poise enters, casting an eye over the commoners' din. She tuts over the job board, tapping her chin with a gloved hand. "'Twould seem that many of these have already amassed a small horde of adventurers, Pathfinders and otherwise. I suppose there is nothing for it; I will simply have to wait."

Level 3 Picaroon, eager to play with her new Beneficial Bandolier.

An RBF stumps into the lodge, followed shortly thereafter by an otherwise unremarkable female dwarf. After a brief scan of the place, she threads her way over to the jobs board. Anyone near enough can hear her grumble-muttering over the options. "No, that'd get me killed. No, that's been done. No... No... No... Rrgh." She sullenly turns and strides purposely to the bar to curtly order an ale. Tankard in hand, she weaves her way towards the most secluded table in the lodge, proceeding to survey the room from that vantage point with the intensity of a hunting hawk.

Level 2 CORE monk eager to try out her new wrestling skills.

"Yangrit! Me and Apollyanna here were planning on heading up to Nerosyan, the Diamond City, to fight a bunch of demons from the World Wound this winter. Should be fun. You coming? Yangrit was one of my pupils when I was student teaching last semester."

Vulpina checks a slip of paper she's since gathered, leans back to check the jobs board, and looks back at a pair of paper slips in her hand.

"I find that I am scheduled to visit the very same city myself," she chuckles, "though with a separate delegation. I wish you well on your journey!" She raises a rather fancy-looking goblet to Janira and Yangrit in a friendly toast.

Yangrit Foehammer wrote:

An RBF stumps into the lodge, followed shortly thereafter by an otherwise unremarkable female dwarf. After a brief scan of the place, she threads her way over to the jobs board. Anyone near enough can hear her grumble-muttering over the options. "No, that'd get me killed. No, that's been done. No... No... No... Rrgh." She sullenly turns and strides purposely to the bar to curtly order an ale. Tankard in hand, she weaves her way towards the most secluded table in the lodge, proceeding to survey the room from that vantage point with the intensity of a hunting hawk.

Level 2 CORE monk eager to try out her new wrestling skills.

"Yangrit! Me and Apollyanna here were planning on heading up to Nerosyan, the Diamond City, to fight a bunch of demons from the World Wound this winter. Should be fun. You coming? Yangrit was one of my pupils when I was student teaching last semester."

With an apologetic expression, Yangrit's response stumbles out of her mouth. "Oh... Thank you! I'm honored. I just, um, I've already committed--you see, the Sky Citadel Jormurdun... My people's ancestors, um... But thank you. I really appreciate it, but I cannot miss this, uh, opportunity to walk the same halls as my--my forebears."

"Wow! You had four bears?" says Apollyanna. "I don't even have a horse yet."

Janira irritably nudges her in the knee.

Yangrit is suddenly really confused. Her brows draw downward and her lip curls as she realizes that Apollyanna is either joking with her or is just plain an idiot. Being in a grumpy mood to begin with, neither option is tolerable in her opinion, so with her usual surly "social grace", she pointedly turns away from the paladin towards Janira. Raising her ale to the halfling, she grunts, "Janira. Good to see you." Her eyes then slide away to focus elsewhere in the room.

Yangrit certainly gives you warm-and-fuzzy feelings, doesn't she? ;p

An energetic halfling bounds into the room, barely making a sound when he lands. In his left hand, he carries a mug and a buckler, and on his hip, a rapier sits in its sheath. He strolls confidently over to the bar, and, placing his tankard and a gold piece on the bar, says, "The strongest ale you've got, my good man, and don't hold back." After checking the job board, he then scans the crowd, seemingly looking for some trouble to join.

A young half orc enters the bar, accompanied by the smell of smoke and burned hair. His colorful clothes are singed and covered with soot, though he has apparently taken the time to clean off his face and hands. A small dinosaur follows him into the room, glaring up at its master reproachfully. The newcomer glares back at his companion, then shrugs and walks over to the bar. The dinosaur - a compsognathus - snorts, gives its head a quick shake, then follows alongside him.

The half-orc digs a few silvers pieces out of his pouch and lays them gently on the bar, as though they were his last friends. "Beer, please. Whatever you have, as long as it's wet." After a moment, he adds, "And a bowl of fruit juice for Trex, please."

As soon as his drink arrives, he drains half of the tankard in one long swallow, then looks over at the halfling next to him.

"Don't ask," he says, then coughs out some ashy phlegm onto his sleeve.

The noble takes a sip of her drink, eyes turning from the surly dwarf’s party to the two newcomers—or three, if you consider the dinosaur. She is expecting to head north soon—towards the River Kingdoms—but has time for a few questions before then.

”Have you both always such a thirst, or has something quite inspired it?” she asks, despite the half-orc’s request not to.

The compsognathus, head half-submerged in the bowl of fruit juice, snorts again. It sounds almost like a snicker.

"I cannot speak for him," Torgat says, waving his mug in the halfling's direction. "But as for Trex and me, we found ourselves trapped and unconscious in a burning warehouse, then beset by a vicious sniper. We had to be rescued from the former, and we survived the latter only because she did not choose to waste the seconds it would have taken her to slit our throats before escaping while my comrades and I were distracted by being once again unconscious and bleeding."

"And so, I find my throat, although uncut, a bit dry this evening."

Xavier opens his mouth into a smile to speak, but pauses after hearing the half-orc’s answer. ”As for me, I have always found ale to be a divine gift when I can find it.” And with that, he takes a large swing of his ale. He then glances around, and, with the bartender out of sight, he snaps his fingers, and his, the half-orc’s, and the noble’s drinks all are refilled.

Vulpina chuckles a bit at them both. "'Tis a blessed thing, then, that your throat is whole, or 'twould be a difficult venture to imbibe." Raising a quick toast of gratitude in Xavier's direction, she takes a long sip. She wasn't planning on having another drink before she set off... but if it's "on the house," she's not so impolite as to refuse it.

Xavier smiles, but something catches his eye near the job board. He walks over, looks at it for a second, and returns to the bar. "Well, it seems I must be on my way soon." He pauses, then smiles. "However, I may have time for one more drink." He takes another swig from his ale.

Torgat raises his glass to the halfling. ”Thank you for the refill, Xavier, and best of luck with the mission. I believe I may need a little rest before I volunteer for anything more. And a little more training.”

Turning to the swashbuckler, Torgat nods in the direction of her full pack. “And you, Lady Vulpina? Are you heading off for a new mission yourself?”

Vulpina offers a grin. ”I find my next venture in the River Kingdoms, it seems. Hopefully we will all find our ways back in good health—or, failing that, with as few holes as possible!”

A Kitsune walks in, rapier at his belt and wearing a strange necklace made of feathers and pumpkin seeds.

" Can you get me some of that amazing juice? What'd you call it? Applepine?"

Back from a late game that just finished from OutPost, leveled up and ready to play!

Dotting for GM purposes

Bartender! A jug of mead please! And make sure you don't try to fob me off anything weak now. I want my knees to wobble when I stand!

Drains his ale and stands to leave I'm looking for five hardy folk who would help a man I know regain his former families honor. Join me if you will!

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Drains his ale and stands to leave I'm looking for five hardy folk who would help a man I know regain his former families honor. Join me if you will!

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Entering the Lodge just as the man begins speaking, a tall Kellid woman, dressed in simple leathers and with a wolverine snuffing at her heels, pauses briefly in the doorway to hear the announcement. As the door swings shut, it bumps the wolverine's rump, causing it to jump and snarl. She shushes him with a quick, distracted gesture. As soon as the man has finished speaking, she strides purposefully over to him to discuss the particulars.

My hunter here is a freshly minted level 2. The scenario's description officially states that it's for level 1 characters, but would you be interested in including her?

A tall human woman, clearly used to using her sword, with a holy symbol of Shelyn dangling from her neck, hears Kala's question and comes over to answer.

"Unfortunatly, that mission only allows Pathfinders with less experience. Perhaps you have a friend who would like to go?"

The rules only allow level 1 characters in that adventure, but if you're interested, you could always make another character...

The mysterious stranger looks at the wolverine with a mix of intrigue and admiration. Such a proud beast isn't he? No doubt he would fight to the death along side you Hunter. Alas, this mission is, as my learned Paladin states, for the novice members of the lodge. Let us just say that my client is suffering a little...financial difficulty..and he feels that newer members would be more suited to his current means.

With a nod of understanding, Kala replies, "Fair enough. Just thought I'd ask. Good luck to you." She claps him on the shoulder, then stops by the bar for an ale before heading over to the job board to peruse her options.

A young monk, dressed in poor robes enters the lodge and finds a seat by the fire. He begins to warm his hands by the fire as the chill begins to leave his bones. He places his backpack by his side and people watches. So this is where my future starts, he thinks

Dotting for GM purpose.

An Oread stomps into the lodge, covered with crystals of blue and purple, scythe on his back. Behind him follows a roc of similar size. As they come in, Bithrilmit feeds the roc some tasty dried meat.

Any quests for a new guy?

Freshly minted Oread druid here!

MEAT MEAT MEAT!

It sure pays to be this guy's friend!

Firewing lets out a small "Rwraaawk!" in gratitude.

A well-dressed man steps into the lodge, delivering paperwork from his previous mission. While he keeps a serious attitude, he's clearly just beginning his career as a pathfinder. Hearing Bithrilmit's question, he replies-"Yes, I'm eager to go out again for another mission too. I hope the lodge isn't slacking or anything."

Level 2 Gunslinger ready to go into PbP!

An Oread stomps into the lodge, covered with crystals of blue and purple, scythe on his back. Behind him follows a roc of similar size. As they come in, Bithrilmit feeds the roc some tasty dried meat.

Any quests for a new guy?

Freshly minted Oread druid here!

"Pet roc, huh?"

Firewing lets out a small "Rwraaawk!" in gratitude.

"Whatdya know, he can say his own name."

A well-dressed man steps into the lodge, delivering paperwork from his previous mission. While he keeps a serious attitude, he's clearly just beginning his career as a pathfinder. Hearing Bithrilmit's question, he replies-"Yes, I'm eager to go out again for another mission too. I hope the lodge isn't slacking or anything."

Level 2 Gunslinger ready to go into PbP!

"Mr. Anderson is waiting for you in the back Agent Smith."

"Whatdya know, he can say his own name."

Heh. He sure can.

Firewing goes up the The Publican, sniffing him.

"Rwraaaaawk?"

A young looking half-orc throws the door wide open to announce his presence before moving towards a wall to very delicately pin up a list of some sort. "Y'ens that's listed here ought ta be sure you're ready to move out when the time comes a-callin'! If somethin' changes, be sure you let the cap'n know!" With a decidedly loud belch, he stomps his way back over towards the entrance and out into the world.

A closer look at the list reveals the following names:
Soddy Daisy
Arthur Worthington
Kvina Oathsworn
Valistar
Styrian Meathier
Nirion

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Would the following players, please dot my Legacy of the Stonelords table here so we're all set up in time for the fun in January?
Lady Ladile
ChesterCopperpot
Sedoriku
Dungeon Master S
Lupulus
neodam

The monk moves from the fire to the bar Some juice please, cold if possible but room temperature if necessary.

A bright peach colored female gnome skips into the Lodge, heading straight for the job board. She stands before it, vibrating with enthusiasm as she peruses the options. She stills briefly, shoulders slumping in disappointment, but perks up momentarily and bobs over to the bar to order a fruity drink. Perched atop the bar stool, she scans the room to see who else is there. Her eyes sweep across a grumpy dwarf woman in a corner and a tall human woman bending down to scratch behind a wolverine's ears before settling on Sarvijna. Flashing a smile and lifting her glass, she attempts to strike up a conversation: "Fruity drinks are the best, right?"

The monk smiles at the gnome The only drink of choice if you wish to keep your wits sharp. I am Sarvijna and I observe too you are seeking opportunity. Let us pray it finds us but until then, let us drink! He clinks his jar and drains his juice.

With a wink and a flash of a grin, Pai raises her glass and takes a hearty swig of liquid fruity goodness. Scanning the crowd again, she remarks: "I've never seen the Lodge so crowded. Granted, I'm no oldtimer, but I've been around for nine months or so. Something like that. I wonder if it's the time of year?"

An exotic-looking individual with the physical features of an elf but also possessing light violet skin, metallic gold hair, and softly glowing monochromatic pale blue eyes quietly enters the room. Pausing for a moment to survey the crowd, they move over to the bar and in a low voice orders …

A glass of wine please, whatever your local speciality is would be nice.

Just finished my first long PBP game with some friends and looking to try out PBP Society play.

another juice for me please ‘tender says the Monk, admiring the grace of the newcomer

Volsung sips the wine and smiles pleasantly at the monk and gnome.

Greeting friends, I hope this day finds you well and on the verge of some great adventure.

"Yes to the first, and I hope so too to the second!" Pai quips, raising her glass to the newcomer and taking a sip. Cocking her head in curiosity, she continues. "So, you look like the sort of person who has stories to tell. Am I right?"

Volsung slowly swirls the wine in the glass for a second and looks thoughtful ...

We are always telling stories My name, Volsung Dreamborn, is a long story but only two words in length.

But I take your meaning and can tell you a story I’ve shared over a number of nights with my mother. It is a sad story about a person so twisted with a desire for revenge she raised the dead in the midst of their own funeral.

Then Volsung smiles again and draws their rapier, and a tiny stream of iridescent bubbles erupts from as it leaves its sheath...

Or I could tell a story of the world from where your people once lived.

Pai's eyes light up with excitement. "Oooh! The First World! Tell me out that! And I love the bubbles from your rapier! How does it do that?" She is practically bouncing in her seat, eyes darting between the bubbles, the rapier, and the pale violet person before her. It would be easy to mistake her for a child in this moment, as her mannerisms and exuberance seem odd for an adult.

Volsung gave the rapier a swish and another stream of bubbles poured out of its tip.