The Flaxseed Pathfinder Lodge: Explore, Report, Cooperate!

Game Master Redelia

"Ah, be careful now friend" a man calls from the far end of the bar as Sayuki falls over. "The Lucky Drunk smiles on those who know when to call it an evening."

Cassius raises his mug of Caydenbrew to Gunner with a rowdy proclamation. "Aye, aye! And what an evening it is!" Removing himself from the barstool, Cassius walks to where the Tien woman tumbled and offers her a hand. "I think you're right about our opportunity coming soon, you don't want to miss it napping on the floor do you?" With a grunt he hoists off one of the overstuffed sacks on his back and begins rummaging through their contents, eventually settling on a sealed package containing bread. He breaks the loaf in half, offering a piece to Sayuki. "Here, this ought to soak up some of that liquor in your belly." The other half of the loaf was already on its way to being stuffed happily into Cassius's own face.

Sayuki's body doesn't move but to groan; that said, her arm comes up like a curious snake, hand "biting" the air for a few moments before it found the bread.

"Sshhake... shneaksh up on you... like mmugger in dark alley," she groans.

She brings the bread across the table surface and starts noisily munching it.

"Thankshhhh..."

After a while, she is well enough to walk; as someone who looks very close to a supervillain calls her name, she stumbles out the door, leaning heavily on the tables, chairs, and doorframe between her and the exit.

"Wheeeeee...."

Practically skipping into the Lodge, a bright peach-colored female gnome bounds, light as a feather, over to the job board. As she scans the items, her face falls briefly. "Awww. Oh, well!" Immediately brightening, she pops on over to the bar and clambers up onto a bar stool, piping up: "I'd like the fruitiest drink you can make, please!" She then spins around in her seat to survey the other patrons, clearly looking to make conversation with another animated soul.

Giovanni comes up behind Pai and sits down. "That's just going to give you a headache in the morning, Pai. He dons his glasses and looks up a the menu board hoping for a decent meal after a bit of travel. "Ale and some of that stew, please barkeep.

A gnome with shock-white hair trails in behind Pai and Giovanni, seeming a little weary from travel.

As he approaches the bar he fastens a few buttons that he'd previously missed, revealing the mithril shirt he wears underneath. He then sits and turns to his fellow agents.

I don't normally come here after missions, but I thought I'd give it a try for once, You know strengthen the camaraderie. We worked quite well together, protecting that caravan. I used to take missions as part of a terrific team and I miss it so...

A litte quite girl that has not even reached puberty yet is listening to the discussion with a stern look on your face. That children are allowed to join the Society is news to many.

She suddenly looks at Pai, Arin, and Giovanni and jumps up.

"Hellloooo, you! You! You are the saviours of the Isger trade route!! Everybody knows about you!“ she says clapping her hands.

”But!! Don’t let the fame consume you!“ she says with a sly smile and waves goodbye as she leaves the lodge.

Cassius lingers at the bar, watching the Pathfinders return with a twinkle of admiration in his eye. He raises a cup to their successful mission in congratulations and cheers out, "Here, here! To one more mission for the Pathfinders!" He throws back his ale and slams his mug down in happy revelment, looking to the board with a hopeful eye.

"I'm waiting myself. I've heard tales of a grand emerald in a nearby land ripe for a team of fresh Pathfinders to explore and document." He gives a wink to whoever may be listening. "Have you heard anything about that?"

Giovanni perks up, I have not but such an item would call for a great adventure, I would guess.

I’m not sure if I’m doing this right but I’m looking to join a high level game 11th level or higher. Any help would be useful

I’m not sure if I’m doing this right but I’m looking to join a high level game 11th level or higher. Any help would be useful

I'm going to run Curse of the Riven Sky (9-11), a module that gives 3 xp, for Gameday VIII, which begins Aug. 26.

Thadoline the Seer wrote:

I’m not sure if I’m doing this right but I’m looking to join a high level game 11th level or higher. Any help would be useful

I'm going to run Curse of the Riven Sky (9-11), a module that gives 3 xp, for Gameday VIII, which begins Aug. 26.

Is recruitment open for Curse of the Riven Sky yet?

GM Abraham wrote:

Thadoline the Seer wrote:

I’m not sure if I’m doing this right but I’m looking to join a high level game 11th level or higher. Any help would be useful

I'm going to run Curse of the Riven Sky (9-11), a module that gives 3 xp, for Gameday VIII, which begins Aug. 26.

Is recruitment open for Curse of the Riven Sky yet?

Gameday player signups will open 12 July 2019. More information can be found in the first three posts of this thread.

Also, this conversation should probably move to recruitment or discussion. Thanks

Hey everyone, new to PbP and beginner to PFS, looking forward to playing with some of you soon!

Back from his confirmation, Khoda trudged through the Lodge's door. Sweat plastered hair to his forehead and he wiped grime from his unwashed face.

Khoda collapsed onto the same bar stool from his first visit, his pack and sword dropping to the floor by his feet.

"Something refreshing, if you would be so kind," he muttered to whoever was tending bar.

Khoda's confirmation could have gone better. Could have gone a whole lot worse. Either way, the man was officially a Pathfinder.

Welcome, CaptainBacon!

A fox steps out of the shadows, he must have slipped in when nobody was looking, and orders a small glass of wine. He then sits down at a small table and carefully sips his drink.
"It's been a while... I'm sure craving some adventure!"
2nd-level Kitsune rogue looking for an adventure to play through

A fresh face enters the Lodge and looks around the room.

hrm...I expected it to be busier.

"Might as well make myself comfortable I s'pose."

He scoots around to the rear of a table, leaving a couple unoccupied chairs nearer the door.

Looking around...now which is the north wall?

A man opens the doors to the lodge, looks around cautiously, spots the posting board, hurries over, quickly puts up a notice, and immediately rushes back out the way he came.

If anyone is curious and check the newly hung listing they find scratchings that are hard to make out, what little is obvious is Bloodcove, Aspis, Mining, Poppy's Bloom, and previous contacts prefered, but not required.

Looking for brave pathfinder's to take on the Bloodcove Blockade

Scenario Listing

Recruitment thread

Looking for brave pathfinder's to take on the Bloodcove Blockade

Scenario Listing

Recruitment thread

A half-orc approaches the note, reads it, and scratches his head, puzzled. He rips the posting from the wall and rushes to the door, waving the posting as he steps into the street. He yells after the man: "But this doesn't say where to go!"

Both links go to the product page; there's no link for recruitment.

Th...th..thats what I get for trying to hurry. Here... The man says as he runs into the streets handing a second paper over.

Recruitment thread for real

I checked the first link, but not the second one and I noticed your post less than 10 minutes too late to edit my old one

The cleric of Sarenrae looks around to see what all the commotion was about having heard someone yelling by the door. "Ah." She says softly. "That sounds interesting. If only I could be in two places at once. Alas, I have already signed up for the mission to Magnimar."

quietly observing the sudden flurry of activity, this man approaches the wall with the posting board on in.

Hrm, seems to be Help Wanted ads...
"Efficient, if a li'l impersonal." shrugs. "How's that phrase, 'When in Kerse do as the Kersians do'?"

He scribbles something on a small brightly-colored square of paper that seems to magically adhere to the board:
GD8|Vamp's 7–22: Bid for Alabastrine|Recruiting
(Note the Saturday paragraph in the OP is no longer relevant.)

sneaks in...
Stealth: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12
removes his sticky-note...
Sleight of Hand: 1d20 - 5 ⇒ (8) - 5 = 3
and slips out "unnoticed"...
Escape Artist: 1d20 - 10 ⇒ (11) - 10 = 1
(game full)

A tall and elegant man bursts into the crowded room, crimson cape dangling off his arm in a flourish. He sports a very short-cropped moustache, and his loose and curly black hair swings slowly at his neck. With a circular glance at the patrons, he puts his hand at his hip, puffs up his chest, and speaks:

"Ha! Jacques the Bold has arrived! Fear not, for he will vanquish any evil that may linger over your heads!" With that, he forms a fist in the air, before continuing to the bar. He sits and leans onto the counter, oblivious to the awkward silence that has fallen.

"Haha... No need to avert your gazes, ladies." He smiles and winks at some lady before turning to the innkeep. The man briefly clutches a wooden symbol of Sarenrae suspended at his belt, next to a scimitar sheathed in a richly decorated - but very well worn - sheath.

"May the Dawnflower bless you, innkeep! Say, may it be you have word of some task suitable for a man - nay, a hero - as benevolent as I? No? Well, a drink, if you will!"

A stunningly-beautiful woman in gilded armor over strategically-cut finery enters the Lodge and sits down at the bar, ordering a cognac sour. After taking a sip, she raises her glass in one hand, and in the other hand, her solid-gold unholy symbol: Four crossed flaming swords - the icon of Ymeri, Elemental Lord of Fire.

"I wonder," She addresses the Lodge. "Who else here serves the Elemental Lords? I don't believe I've met many others in the Society who do. Don't be shy. The Elements may war on Their Planes, and someday, we shall join them - but as the Prime Material is the ultimate conflux of the Elements, we may be fellows so long as we are here."

Grel lowers his tankard and wipes the wet from his beard. The mud caked to his boots and the dust under his fingernails betray his allegiance. I am Grel, your brother of Earth. There are many of the society that have connection to the Elementals. I would say Fire and Water are the most numerous.

From across the lodge, a gravely voiced Osirian raises a bandaged hand. "I am Agni, the Queen of the Inferno guides my hand." He gestures to his side with a smile, a torch holstered where a sword normally lies. "Though I spread her fires through more base means."

The merfolk curls her tail beneath her chair as she listens to the trio introduce themselves to one another. Her head tilts to one side, and she slightly squints her eyes to take them in. "Well, this might be a bit awkward."

She adjusts the folds of her robes and sets her hands in her lap to keep them in place, and the motion better reveals the holy symbol Ranginori hanging from her waist. "I think the Duke of Thunder gets along less with your lords than any other two put together."

A well-dressed Tien woman with an array of weaponry decorating her belt-- including two pistols and a short, curved blade-- enters the inn. She heaves a slow, relaxed sigh. "'Tis an age and a half since I last was here," she says, a lazy smile curving at the corner of her lips. "Does anyone know if the Venture-Captains have sent word recently? I have not shot anyone in months, and frankly I find that to be an exhausting exercise in restraint, having dealt mainly with nobility over that time period."

Popping into the lodge is an energetic peach-colored gnome. She zips right up to the bar, cheerily announcing: "Hi! I'm back! Whatcha got in something fruity?" She keeps up a constant run of chatter until she gets her drink, then she takes it along to the jobs board. "Hmm... Whaddo we got?"

An audible groan can be heard from across the bar, loud (and dramatic) enough to be heard over the general hubbub of the lodge. ”It’s called a Fire-In-The-Hole, two parts kill-devil rum, one part gunpowder!” Barking at the unfortunate bartender was a human-looking girl in her early 20’s whose face was currently twisting into an expression of horror. ”Whaddya mean ya ain’t got any gunpowder!?”

She grumbles to herself as she accepts his counter-suggestion—a simple mug of ale—and begins looking for the job board. ”Now how’s am I supposed to get a job ‘round here when everyone else has got all this fancy-schmancy gear already? Gotta get experience to get work they says, but they only hirin’ people whose proved themself already!” The girl was in a full rant to herself as she sulked through the lodge, stomping her feet heavily as she looked for the notice board. ”Alls I wants is to be a Pathfinder, but they say ‘looking for experienced adventurers’ and ‘Core only!’” She pauses and turns her head, complaining to a toad that was nestled atop her backpack. ”What in the stars does ‘Core’ mean anyway!?”

With a huff she stomps her way onto the top of a table (much to the chagrin of those seated there) and shouts across the lodge, ”Maxine Lark is available for hire, the best warrior and sorceress this side o’ the Shadow Plane!”

Vulpina raises an eyebrow at the din, then slides herself over to the oread.

"As an experienced Pathfinder already, I cannot say that I am likely to adventure with you... but next time you are looking for your drink of choice, please provide the bartender with this," she says, pulling a horn off of her bandolier and tipping a few pinches of gunpowder into her hand. "Though if you are seeking to become a warrior, I'd recommend filling a pistol with it, dear," she advises with a wink.

A tall, muscular Nagagi female ducks through the door to the Lodge. She steps to the side with a glance around the room to get her bearings, her eyes catching on the job board. She heads for the bar first, however, and orders an ale. Tankard in hand, she strides purposefully to the job board, towering over the petite peach gnome who's been standing there the whole time. "Lookss like I jusst misssed ssome good adventuress." More will come.

She pulls a chair all the way out from a table, angling it outward so that she can stretch out her long legs, and sits back with a sigh to relax with her ale. Her eyes rove the current motley of patrons. Anyone who makes eye contact gets an unblinking nod with a ghost of a smile in return.

A stoic gnome with stark white hair wanders back into the lodge. He stops and nods at Pai.

That is now two trips into the otherworldly tapestry, and still I am no closer to knowing the origins of my divine curse. I guess I can cross Hao-Jin off the list.

He looks over the job board for entries with planar destinations.

Pai ducks out from under the tall Nagaji. "Oh! Hey there tall stuff. Hi Arin! Yup, that last mission was really weird, I gotta tell you. I'm looking for something a little more...on this plane, or something more normal. I wanna understand what the heck is going on next time, ya' know?" She chatters on at Arin without caring that his expression doesn't show any engagement in the conversation.

A kobold in a chain shirt enters into the Grand Lodge. "Me Zornesk member of Sewer Dragons. Me Good honorable, Palla-dinn, me want to join Pathfinders! Dreng said it OK! Me looking for other Sewer Dragons to do Confirmation!"

Anyone making a kobold with the pbp Gameday GM boon? :)

A man with pale, blue tinged skin marking him as a Samsaran enters behind the kobold."Greetings, Zornesk. I am Shenzen Ni Sokune, the Ever Rising Spirit. It is my duty and honor this turn of my wheel to serve with the Pathfinder societ. Undoubtedly we shall fight side by side at some point."

Not exactly. ;-) Though I was really tempted to make a kobold barbarian.

A Kobold in gleaming armor emblazoned with the holy symbol of Apsu looks up from his drink, his golden scales obnoxiously shimmering in the lantern-light. "More kobolds in Lodge? It about time! Wait..." He squints at the newcomer. "You be good, righteous kobold, or you be bad, sneaky kobold? Give kobold bad name?" He gestures to his eyes, then back to the other kobold as if to say "I've got my eye on you."

Yay, more kobolds! Kwaezi is leveled out of the confirmation, I'm afraid, but I'm glad to see new kobolds about.

Zorneks looks at the gold scaled kobold. "OH no...me not sneaky! Me worship Apsu too!" He shows his holy symbol.

Using mine for a Rougarou.

More true dragons. Well, I suppose they are ok as long as they are house broken.

"Of course we housebroken! We dragons, not stupid dogs! Harumph!" He turns his nose up to the rougarou and returns his attention to the other kobold. "That good, you righteous kobold. Apsu is best dragon god!"

A small figure skulks in with a hooded cloak pulled over an oddly shaped head. The clasp of his cloak sticks out as if meticulously shined to perfection, it depicts a flaming scale falling from the heavens like a meteorite.

He removes his hood at lets out a mocking laugh at the two paladins proudly proclaiming their allegiance to Apsu. it becomes clear he is a True Dragon like the others, his scales are a lustrous black and his sneer reveals a truly draconic set of teeth.

"Silly, shiny, sewer rats. If it weren't for my Endless Lord Dahak you wouldn't even exist." he taunts before finding the mission board but he also turns and slings insults at the Rougarou.

"Dog man talking about being housebroken is a silly thing too."

At the board he scratches along the postings looking for something to suit his interests.

I hear these Society minions often destroy and kill to their hearts content. That I can understand!

The golden-scaled kobold's eyes narrow as he gets a good look at the Dahakian's holy symbol. "Hmph. Some kobold rise out from sewers, shining in sun. Some wallow in filth."

A tall Kellid woman ducks on her way into the lodge, holding the door open for a Nagaji to exit, then closing it quietly. She seems to want to avoid drawing attention, but the wolverine at her feet is oblivious to that desire. He immediately begins sniffing at the nearest patron, sticking his snout right into their lap.

Sniff. Sniiiffff. Hey! Kala! They spilled meat in their lap earlier! I can still smell it. But it's not there anymore. Sniiiifffff. It smells sooo goooood! I'm hungry. Sniff. Sniff.

"Stinky, heel! Sorry about that. Come on, boy. Want some jerky? Here you go." Her cheeks darken in embarrassment as she hurriedly lures the aptly named wolverine away toward the job board with dried meat.

A quick perusal leaves her disappointed, so she heads to the bar, orders an ale, and plops herself down in an out of the way corner to nurse her drink and think on what to do next.

MEAT! Yesyesyes! Yumm! Ohmygosh! So good! Omnomnom! Stinky's stubby tail practically vibrates its way off his behind with happiness as he enthusiastically gnaws on a stub of meat jerky, then licks all his slobber off the floor, just in case any molecules of delicious dead animal are contained therein.

A fox slips in the door, a rolled-up scroll in their mouth. Nine tails splay out behind it, waving in an arc. Their eyes flash, and the scroll hovers up and onto the job board, incinerating some of the old, long-since-past postings as it affixes itself to the cork.

A voice echoes in the minds of all lounging agents, level 1-2!

"AMBRUS VELSIN REQUIRES YOUR ASSISTANCE, NEW AGENT. A SHIP TO DIOBEL AWAITS IN ABSOLOM'S PORT."

Consortium Compact!

The fox disappears in a flash of snow.

"AMBRUS'S REQUEST HAS BEEN FULFILLED. THANK YOU, PATHFINDERS."

"MAYBE YOUR LODGE SHOULD CONTAIN FRIED MICE IN FUTURE. JUST A THOUGHT."