The Flaxseed Pathfinder Lodge: Explore, Report, Cooperate!

Game Master Redelia

As six brave pathfinders gather around him, Rinaldo smiles. "Excellent! Just the sort of eager pathfinders I need for this job! Come this way, I have a wizard ready to send you to Dtang Ma!"

Redelia
I'm Hiding In Your Closet
Aerondor
philipjcormier
Cwethan
Granta

Please report to the campaign!

A man in mixed Varisian and Qadiran styles enters the bar and calmly looks around.

"Herman Lacosta? Is there a Herman Lacosta here? Your team awaits you in the River Kingdoms."

Herman Lacosta, you are invited to the Silverhex Chronicles, please join us in the discussion thread.

There is a slight scraping sound on the thick velvet curtains overlooking the empty booth next to you. They part clumsily and the snout of a large purple dragon forces its way in. Though somewhat cramped by the window frame itself, its mouth smiles and calmly relays the following:

"I have been told I might find some here who share the Scarab Sages goals of exploration and historical preservation. If this is indeed true, please meet with Tahonikepsu, the Diamond Sage, at the Twisting Garden Lodge in Merab in no later than three days time. Arcane transport from Absalom can be provided at the Diamond Sage’s expense. Inquire further at the Grand Lodge (Diya Akan is the venture captain of note). Thank you for your time."

With that, the snout withdraws, and as a few curious patrons race to peer out the displaced curtains, the dragon is nowhere to be seen.

#9-07 Salvation Of The Sages (tier 7-11) starting next week

Go to this recruiting thread to demonstrate your interest.

"There you are Herman! Hold on to your drink, you are needed in the River Kingdoms!"

With an arcane word and a flash of light Herman is in the River Kingdoms... Hopefully, teleportation can be unreliable.

A very old man hobbles into the inn slowly. The old man is dressed in a plain vest and pair of trousers. While his beard and hair are long they are both well kept.

Marching into the lodge with his crossbow slung across his shoulders, this Taldane man begins screeching. "If I may get the attention of the following agents: The one that Hides in Closets, the one nicknamed Aarvid, Aiden Richter, the fellow nicknamed Tektite, Esh Kethar, and Minkowski! You have been summoned by the master of Swords to attend a speech by one of the secessionist scum, whose damage upon the Empire will be remembered for aeons by the true inheritors of Aroden's will, and not those sissies who turned to diabolism at the first sign of a problem."

As the doors to the inn swing open, an armored half orc, with a greatsword slung upon his back and a heavy iron holy symbol dangling from his meaty neck walks slowly in. The half orc takes a moment to size up the patrons inside-and-seemingly satisfied, plops a seat at a table and begins to take a swig from his waterskin. The cool, refreshing water washing away the taste of the road from his parched lips. "I hope this town has more work than the last, my stomach is wasting away and soon I'll look the size of a halfling female." The Orc looks about the tavern, slowly contemplating his next journey. Hello Everyone! New to Pathfinder society, but long time fanboy of the Pathfinder game. Hoping to meet some interesting new players and have memorable adventures and begin a new module or quest if anyone has need of some strong orc muscle.

As the doors to the inn swing open, an armored half orc, with a greatsword slung upon his back and a heavy iron holy symbol dangling from his meaty neck walks slowly in. The half orc takes a moment to size up the patrons inside-and-seemingly satisfied, plops a seat at a table and begins to take a swig from his waterskin. The cool, refreshing water washing away the taste of the road from his parched lips. "I hope this town has more work than the last, my stomach is wasting away and soon I'll look the size of a halfling female." The Orc looks about the tavern, slowly contemplating his next journey. Hello Everyone! New to Pathfinder society, but long time fanboy of the Pathfinder game. Hoping to meet some interesting new players and have memorable adventures and begin a new module or quest if anyone has need of some strong orc muscle.

Garr, welcome to Flaxseed. There is a game of Honor’s Echo recruiting right now if you want to try to get in!

Hmm

Comes in behind the half orc, walks to a table sits and takes out her note book.

Through the smoke and merriment of the lodge a female newcomer enters, looking like she's a night overdue for sleep. Her hair is bedraggled and deep dark bags hang beneath her eyes, but she steps with an authority that betrays her militaristic background as she walks amongst the tables full of patrons. So these are the Pathfinders... they're certainly a rowdy bunch. Her eyes move slowly across the bar from below a stern brow as though she's sizing up the Lodge's inhabitants before finally speaking.

"Hello." When she speaks her voice is strong like a soldier's but her lips are curled into an excited, albeit awkward, smile. "My name is Magdalyn Varus, the Masters at the Grand Lodge directed me here to find work." She stands at attention, head held high as she speaks. "I've yet to work as a Pathfinder and am currently seeking allies and work for my first outing. I look forward to adventuring with you all."

She goes to sit at the nearest table, but seems to think better of it and turns, her stance more relaxed this time.

"...I must've sounded like a golem there." The woman chuckles and runs her hand through her hair, clearly nervous. "You can call me Mag, I'm a soldier with a gift." She holds out her hand and a ball of black-purple energy manifests, forming a crystalline longsword after a brief moment. She gives it a single swing before it disappears back into nothingness. "I'm a woman of skill and honor, and would be proud to call any of you Pathfinders my ally." Magdalyn takes her seat with a smile, content with her introduction this time.

Hello! This is my first ever post on Paizo after years of using the site as reference. I spent the last couple weeks reading people's sheets and maaayybe stalking some scenarios to see how it all works. I put a lot of effort into my sheet and hope it came out right!

I'm excited to get into my first game, and would love the chance to RP the way PbP really encourages. If there's any room for me in that game GM Hmm, I'd like to join as well!

Magdalyn, go follow the link and introduce yourself to GM PDK! There are still a few spots left!

Hmm

Welcome to both newcomers!

Welcome, welcome, come one come all.

Looks up at Magdalyn Varus who has just sat the table.

"By the looks of your Armor I would say Chelaxian made, and your ascent makes me thing your are from there originally. Obseving the power you just showed I would say some kind of void users. Interesting, you don't have the look of a Warlock, nor Necromancer sooo, Kineticist I'm a correct?"

Currently she is on a mission, so I'll treat this exchange like it occurred before she left.

Magdalyn gives the elf woman an amused smile. "Close. I hail from Sargava, a region of Cheliax that declared independence to form their own nation. I, and most Sargavan settlers, are of Chelaxian blood however."

She leans forward and opens her palm. First there's nothing, then a small black dot appears, pulsing and growing until she held in her hand a lump of dark matter.

"The Masters at the lodge call me a Kineticist, yes. These powers are newly awakened and are foreign to me, though I can wield them as well I can control my own body."

nods at her words, then makes some more notes.

"I would think with such powers there will be need of you on some missions, Use will gain knowledge"

"Mind you be keeping whatever you're manifesting out of the kitchen! We've already had one mishap too many with "experimental seasonings"!

An endoplasmic form of a tall half-orc in full plate and carrying an endoplasmic armory enters the Lodge and starts inspecting the job boards. "Damn Blackros and their cursed museum. Killed more agents than all the demons in the Worldwound." He curses to himself before finding a seat and awaiting more work.

A small grippli scurries into the Lodge after him and finds a corner to sit in, trying to avoid attention.

"Yer best ale, barkeep! I jus' came back from a near-death experience, 'n' I need me a good drink!", bellows the red-bearded dwarf as he bursts through the door to the lodge. His highly polished warhammer easily reflects what light there is inside, his holy symbol of Torag as reflective as his weapon.
”Damned museum. First there was this girl tha’ was evil, then she zapped me, then she weren’t evil no more. Place should be shut down, if’n ye ask me.” He scans the room and spies the half-orc sitting by himself. ”Slimer! Fancy meetin’ ye here. Lookin’ fer work, too, eh? Or are ye just here fer food ‘n’ drink?” His ample brow wrinkles as a confused look crosses his face. ”Wait. Do ye even need t’ eat ‘n’ drink… ‘r sleep?” He plops himself down at the same table.
”Hey! Where’s tha’ frogman that follows ye around?” He scratches at his beard as he tries to recall the grippli’s name. ”Pog? Toe? Poe? Poe! Tha’s it! Where is ‘e?”

Tem looks at Bergar's ale with a deep longing. "No sleep, no food, no drink... The burning rage at the failures of our Venture Captains and Decemvirate sustains me... The Anchor is over there. Eating stew..." Tem gestures to an out of the way corner of the Lodge, jealousy tangible.

"Looking for work but not any work, the right work. The most dangerous missions; those with terrible reconnaissance, untrustworthy contacts, into hostile territory, and with wet behind the ears agents. I can not die again, so I'll be their shield and bulwark." I want to grab another game, but I'm likely in too many already right now. The ones I'm in will likely really take off in January.

Tem grabs his ale, it is warm, flat and untouched but he seems to find comfort in holding it. "You? Taking another mission so soon?"

Having sat quietly and observing, the figure seems to shift interest towards the phantom. Looking sideways at the tiny animal on the table, he stands up, the fox jumping into his arms.

Slowly moving over, he sets the fox down on the bar, turning his head towards Tem.

(Witch-king voice)
<You...similar. What happened...to you.>

Smashing his mug down on the table, shattering it and splashing warm beer everywhere Tem lets off a tirade of hate and anger; "What happened to me?! I and my whole team was sent into the Blakros museum, unprepared, unwarned! No one survived! And that snake Drandle Dreng never even recovered our bodies! My corpse was left to rot in the gutters of Absalom! A scavenger pulled my tusks and made them into a necklace, is that a proper remembrance for a Pathfinder!!"

In the corner of the room, a grippli watches the scene and quivers in fear.

<........>

<Scavenger..should get...punishment.
If ever...seen again.>

Below average int after death..

<Died....defending my beloved. Bandits attacked....shrine, looted....she lives...only comfort."

Looking at the tiny animal; "This is not your beloved." It is mostly statement, and a little bit of a question.

<Did not say....beloved is an animal. Only...she lives.>

A Dwarf comes barelling into the Lodge stands up at the mission board yelling out,
"Oi Listen Up I need the fallow'n ta take your letters and head to the meet'n spot noted there. Daniel Thrace, Edgar & Allen Poe, Joaquin Rodrigo de Aragon, Odo the Bold, Jedah Dohma an' Anduris Kreel. Mission's set ta start shortly and don' want ta be finding replacements."

I need the following players, Pete H., RePete, Gloine36, Bill Dunn, Sethran and Codar to come check in here please.

The mysterious woman in red flies stylishly into the lodge, cape flowing behind her. Then she peers at the clipboard proferred up by her companion, Bot Buddy. Her eyes light up and she claps her hands in excitement!

“Oh, what an excellent team! Gunner Ock, Myrdon Gharthrin, Theodric de LaMontagne, Eadie Navhelan and Vashara!” She waves at the Pathfinders. “Come on, come on! Sheila Heidmarch is recruiting for a special project and you don’t want to be late!”

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I need the following players Dennis Muldoon, Kuey, GM PDK, Yours is Mined and Luthor Volandis to check into my 10-11 Race for the Runecarved Key. I’ve put my tiara on so that I can greet you all personally!

If someone else has a 10-11 character and wants to join us, I have one spot left!

A gaunt and scratched up elf walks into the tavern. He walks up to the counter and says to the barkeeper,
"Gimme a shot of the strongest stuff you got! Make it a double...no make it a triple...JUST GIMME THE WHOLE BOTTLE!"

Shaking, he sighs and slams a few.

The elf's drinking is purely for storyline purposes. I am not advocating the consumption of alcoholic beverages for RL players-Please drink responsibly and stay safe and alive this holiday season!

"It's happened! Revenge has been served everyone! Treerazer himself has possessed The Jolly Old Elf and thrice hexed him. Believe me when I tell you this...Santa Claus is Coming to Town!!!"

happy new year

A fairly well dressed man of mixed elvish and human blood watches the gaunt elf with an amused smirk. Though Quartes hadn't a clue what the fellow was talking about, his exuberance was impressive.

Perhaps just a local myth taken to heart.

Quartes had been sipping and wandering in observation since Trotter's greeting, soaking up the conversations of his fellow agents as more than just the background din that many dismissed in such a place. The lodge had the feel of an old library, and what mysteries that the many agents and venture captains here had seen mystified him.

Shrugging with another smirk, Quartes decides to start at the closest mystery to him, and wanders to where the animated elf gesticulated as he awaited his spirits.

I say, friend, that does sound serious! Is this Treerazer an enemy that need be vanquished? For, I don't doubt there would be able enough hands here to take on nearly any vile beast!

"Thats so Cool!"
A chubby barrel of a man ambles in on two short legs. The helmet he wears is massive and sprouts three crystal horns. At one point this very much matched the critter ambling along beside him, but the triceratops was lost to creatures in Sargava.
"This is Dan, son of Daniel" he says waving an arm at the plated dinosaur with a spiked a tail. "And I am Sem. We are ready for another exciting creature adventure."

Long time pbp, first time in the Flaxseed lodge. If I am doing this right I just need to drop in and wait for an invite. If I am not doing this correctly, all advice on what next I should do is appreciated. Also, I am without any PbP at the moment and have other characters in all tiers.

Welcome! Just keep watching both this in-character thread and the related "discussion" thread. GMs announce new games all the time. They usually include a link to a signup sheet, then return and announce when the game is ready to start.

Welcome to our lodge! Sometimes recruitment calls are posted here, but more often than not they are posted on the recruitment tab of our lodge. In fact, there is a PbP game of Honor's Echo which just opened up! Head over to the Recruitment tab and check it out!

Welcome to our lodge! Sometimes recruitment calls are posted here, but more often than not they are posted on the recruitment tab of our lodge. In fact, there is a PbP game of Honor's Echo which just opened up! Head over to the Recruitment tab and check it out!

Got it. :)

"Sem is it? Vell met. I am Van Vische." A tall man approaches, in one hand a bag overflowing with scrolls in the other a long spear flying the glyph of the open road.

"If you are looking for a mission, you vill need to seek it out. No captain will be come searching for you... vell, not until you impress them. See that recruitment board?" See the recruitment tab of this thread. "Captains vill post upcoming missions on there. That is the most reliable vay to get on a team. Read the mission info and then add your name to the list, If the Venture-Captain vants you on their team after that, you vill be summoned."

Most GMs drop a post in the recruitment portion of this thread when they are looking for players. Follow the link in their post to the game recruitment thread and post in it. It also helps to lurk in the recruitment sub-forum and watch for new recruitment threads with the PFS tag.

"Speaking of the dead and they vill rise; sound like there is a team heading to Taldor soon. Go have a look... On second thought, maybe leave that one for the unblooded" Nevermind, you are lvl 4.

Hi, Sem, welcome to the Lodge. I'm Venture Agent here. Hmm and Magabeus are our Venture Captain and Venture Leutenant, and are around a lot. Please let me know if you have any questions or need help with anything.

In terms of recruitment, you're right that you check in here first. Then, just keep your eye out for a posting of a game that you want to play, and follow the GM's instructions for how to apply. Also, we will soon start recruitment for a play-by-post convention called OutPost, and will include instructions for how to sign up for that.

A behatted fisherman wanders into the bar, the hip waders and net slung over his shoulder giving away his profession as clearly as the sharp tang of fish guts from the chum bucket left just outside the open door. He clomps over to the cork board by the door, posts a small piece of parchment, and heads back out without lifting his eyes above the brim of his cap.

Now recruiting for Pathfinder Society 09-08: Birthright Betrayed (Please follow the link to submit your character).

The Dwarf from before comes barelling into the Lodge, Again, he stands up at the mission board yelling out,
"Oi I need ya ta Listen Up good this time. I still need tha fallow'n ta take your letters and head to the meet'n spot noted there. Jedah Dohma an'd Anduris Kreel. Mission's set ta start ta'marrow and don' want ta be finding replacements on short notice."

Can the following players Sethran and Codar come check in here please.

The same behatted fisherman as yesterday clomps into the bar, a smelly squirming sack slung over his shoulder. He shuffles over to the bulletin board and yanks down the parchment posted the day before. With a tip of his hat to the barkeep, the fisherman leaves.

He comes back in two minutes later to collect the squirming sack he left on the ground, quietly grumbling to himself.

Birthright Betrayed recruitment completed! Thank you, everyone.

A grumpy looking scholar stomps into the bar.

"They want Osirionologists, so why am I here rather than going on that trip?" he scowls looking at a freshly added notice to the "expeditions imminent" board. "It even has a spot free. But they said I wasn't experienced enough. What do they know? I bet these lumps will mess up all the artefacts with their greatswords and fireballs. They should be sending a scholar not the brute squad."

He looks around. "Numair, Ilmakis, Pyra, Sir Godfrey and Skorn. You are all required at Captain Norden's office. And see if you can take another of those core swill drinkers with you."

06-04 CORE run of Beacon Below. Of particular interest to Scarab Sages. I'll be following this with 9-7 - Salvation of the Sages. And there is one spot still free. First in, best dressed. Ideally 7-9th level

"Wow, busy lodge. I hope I can find a table," he says quietly to himself.

Played a bit of PBP and enjoyed it. Hoping to do it with bit more regularity.

A paladin comes up to Sek and hands him a small pamphlet. It says Welcome to the Lodge. Please feel free to contact any of the Online Venture Team if you need help or have questions.

VA Redelia here. Hi, and welcome.

”Thank you, I will.”

The Woman in Red comes up to Sek. "Ah, pleasure to meet you. Welcome! You appear to be new. Although the tables are somewhat packed at the moment, this place is friendly to newcomers. Do you know what sort of table you are looking for?"

Are you a brand new PFS character / player?

"I have been on several adventures and am always looking for more experience."

I'm have 15 pfs characters ranging from 1 to 16, so I can play at most tables. I also have a fair amount of pfs gming experience. I will gm once I'm more comfortable with the format.

A towering nagaji strolls in, wearing simple peasant clothes, with a battered pack and a greatsword slung over her shoulders. Her scales are the green of the deep forest tinged with subtle blue, and her eyes are a fierce gold.

"Well, now! Who needs a simple minstrel to encourage them in battle... or break a few chains?" She goes to inspect the notice board.

A noble looking human with wavy black hair and dark brown eyes sits at one of the tables; A banner emblazoned with the words "Explore, Report, Cooperate" leaning against the wall next to him. He looks over at the Nagaji and says with a kintargen accent:
"Ahaha, a fellow tale spinner! I'm also looking for a group to lend my tales and spear to. Perhaps we will work together shortly and learn of each other's tales of valor to better aid our pathfinder agents." He then joins the Nagaji at the notice board, careful not to leave his banner behind.

A figure, that you're pretty sure is a human, stumbles into the Flaxseed Lodge. Clad head to toe in miners helmets and carrying a celestial lamp, the human begins to speak.

"What's it? A stone creature made to spread tests? No...a test for me? Or was it you!?" He says pointing at a random person in the lodge.

"No it is me! That is the one here for the tests? May say, I bring the Lantern King into this stone creature! Can you see it? Open your toes and feel the horses sting. He whispers at his feet, taking off his boots.

"Who wishes to aid the Lantern Kings right boot!?" He says, raising what appears to be his left boot. "I offer many of the most powerful Lantern King's magic and perhaps lanterns...I always forget the lanterns...".

He then appears to pretend to read the notice board, seemingly realizing that he is already going on a mission soon, as he beings to walk out on his hands. "I'll be back for more of your tests stone creature, but first, a block of ice must be melted!"

Cleric 3/Sorcerer 1 introduction post to the lodge. Signed up for the upcoming Shades of Ice adventure, but hopefully will be coming back for more.

A wolf and rider come bursting in. The small fuchsia rider hauls her wolf to a screeching stop next to one of the tavern support posts. She pulls out scroll and a pair of nails. Then she pulls off her boot, and using it as a hammer nails the paper to the post.

Then, in a sudden burst of speed and sawdust the wolf and his rider are gone.

THE VOICE [01-35, tier 3-7]: CORE AUDITIONS

The four-time Emmy Award-winning "The Voice: In the Void" (tier 3-7, probably closer to 3 than 7) returns with the strongest adventurers from across the Inner Sea invited to compete in this blockbuster dungeon's new season.

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Superstar sword swinger Valeros makes his debut as a coach this season, with Season 12-winning coach and magus icon Seltyiel taking a red chair alongside the show's returning coaches, Venture-Captain Adril Hestram and Nigel Aldain, with host, and world’s most interesting GM, the World’s Most Interesting GM.

The adventure's innovative format features five stages of competition*: the first begins with the blind auditions, then the battle rounds, knockouts, playoffs and, finally, the live performance shows.

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The event starts March 5th 2018. Open to in-tier (levels 3-7 for this game anyway), CORE Pathfinder Society characters only.

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Space is limited, so sign up now! (Find line 9 [now anyhow], then scroll to the right.)

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* These five stages are often followed by the five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance.

==Brought to you by Outpost, and “the Special” (whatever those things are), the letter 'G' and the number '3'.==

A six-foot tall man lumbers through the door, dressed far more warmly than the weather would suggest. Sporting long, reddish locks and an untrimmed beard were it not for his blackened, smithing apron, it would be impossible to tell where the man's hair ends and the furs covering his coat and clothing begin.

"Jeg hadde hørt mye av dette stedet, men nå er det godt å se det med egne øyne.", the man utters as he looks around and takes in the room.

The man loosens the warhammer and pack over his back and allows them to slump to the floor with a deep thud. “Greetings, Pathfinders! “ the man broadcasts in Taldane. ”Vulf Sorgrim now stands before you and he seeks adventure!”

Been playing PFS and SFS locally, but only now starting to get into PbP.