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A low roar shakes the ground in the Puzzle Room, and then a fist shoots out of the stone in front of Cup. The elemental hops out of the earth, takes a readied chop from Uesugi, and then swings a fist at Cup.
Gotcha! Bwahahahaha!
Mr. Peppers, GallixBot, Sirettis, Sir D, Longjing, Elemental, Cup (-14), UesugiBot
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I'm not sure exactly how your power works, but I must say... its a secret that is best kept on our side
D. smiles faintly, yet seriously.
"It is a mysterious force, and i have yet to grasp at its greater potential.""The nearest way to put it to words....the fabric of the natural laws of nature obey my will."
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Pathfinders push back the extraplanar mercenaries, which flee the Society's ferocious counterattack. The few remaining elementals fight to the last but quickly crumble under the assault. With the path back to the surface clear, Sorrina Westyr leads the way up to the portals, while Drandle Dreng organizes a quick head count, and begins ushering groups of agents back to Golarion.
Sorrina Westyr is among the last to step back onto the Isle of Kortos, carrying a beautiful, fist-sized opal that seems to glow with countless colors. Overhead, the once-radiant Aucturn's Tear gradually fades in brightness until it's imperceptible against the night sky.
The Master of Spells holds the immense gem aloft and speaks to the gathered agents. “We have accomplished a marvel today. I hold here an artifact in which dwells a powerful air spirit called Ranginori. Many ages ago, the Elemental Planes existed in balance, forces of good and evil locked in equilibrium. The elemental lords we know of today united against their benign counterparts, and claimed sole dominion. Scholars have speculated on the fates of the defeated, but no longer!”
A few scattered cheers well up from some of the more elementally inclined Pathfinders. Sorrina smiles at them indulgently, and continues.
“It will take time to confirm the outsider trapped within this opal is who he claims to be.” She starts for a moment, as if in response to a comment only she can hear, then looks up to the gemstone apologetically and adds, “Professional caution and courtesy, you understand.” She then looks back to the Pathfinders and continues. “If that's true, though, we now hold the essence of the lost lord of air, Ranginori, Duke of Thunder!”
At this, a wind whips around Sorrina, and she laughs.
“If we can free this being, imagine the history he can share with the Society, the good that might be accomplished. I cannot even begin to speculate on the ramifications for the Elemental Planes…and as word of our accomplishment spreads, there will be many thinking these same thoughts, and not with charitable intent toward us. We must be very cautious in the coming months I fear, and not least in verifying the truth of what we hold.”
“Fortunately, thanks to your efforts this evening, we have crippled key allies and armies of the elemental lords who opposed us. It speaks volumes of what the Society has accomplished in the past decade that I can sincerely state you defied demigods and emerged triumphant! It has been my privilege to have been part of that effort.”
Then the Drandle Dreng totters forward, weaving and swaying as if still trying to adjust back to Golarian’s gravity. “We traveled to the stars, and showed those sanctimonious sycophants just what the Society can do!” Then he scratches his shaggy chin, muttering to himself. “Heh. Pathfinders in the Stars. Starry Pathfinders? Starfinders? Starfinder Society! Heh. That’s catchy... I’ll have to remember that.”
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Seeing their work apparently has been done, Mr Peppers is quick to hop through the portal back to home sweet home, waving the others to follow quickly. "Oh, well then I guess that's that? I suppose I didn't need to save those extra spells after all! Always best to save a bit of a surprise for a surprise though..."
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<Ah, there you are! I almost lost contact with you. That must never happen again.> The wind blows ferociously around Sirettis as she returns to Golarion. Normally she would brace for impact, and hold herself in fear. But this time, Raginori's wind counters and Sirettis can see something in the distance. Something important. This is her destination.
It is time we meet. You cannot push me around anymore.
"Mister Peppers, your wand has about 27 usages left. Thank you for your assistance."
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What-what happened to me? You hear a woman’s voice over as the scene fades from black, like she opened her eyes from a nasty hangover. ”Ugh, my head…”
An unearthly squeal gets her attention as a small imp-like creature flies past her. She points at it reflexively, only to notice her hand is gone. In its place is a red-skinned claw with razor sharp nails. All she can do is stare at it, wordlessly trying to understand. She begins to notice the stitches, the scars, the patchwork of scales and toughened skin across her body. She dares to look at a nearby mirror before twisting away from the horrified visage staring back. ”WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?”
As she screams, a booming otherworldly voice overtakes her timid tone. Her body begins moving on its own. It jumps off of the table it was strapped to and begins to lumber towards a door, any door. You can hear her panicked breathing. She struggles against her own self and collapses, unable to move. She hears the door open. Unable to look up, she can only see someone’s bloody boot approach her vision. ”It seemed like you wanted to learn what I was up to, Pathfinder. Think of this as the first step in teaching you.” A male voice echoes through the room. “Ah, but your growth is not yet done. Stand up.” The woman’s body jerks upright and begins moving on its own. As her vision blurs, you hear another voice kill them all. Let their blood flow... The scene fades to black.
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== Previously, after the team got back to Golarion. ==
D. made an stroll, in late afternoon, through the streets of Absalom.
It is a rough 40 ft away from a street vendor shop with a sign that says , that D. holds still. A varisian woman in her twenties had just finished a reading, yet it appeared the customer was not pleased with what she told him.
"Bullcrap, woman! I would never do such a thing, and neither would she, you insult me!"
"Sir, the cards do not lie, nor do the spirits."
"I should have known better than to sit down here, and damned be your 'spirits' and playing cards! I want compensation for this insult!"
D. quietly disappears from sight, and sits down on a barrel, a mere 15 feet away, arms crossed, watching patiently for the right time.
The man flips the stand, causing the crystal ball to shatter, and the cards to fly in random directions, ending up in the filth or gutter.
"That's right, eh, where are your spirits now? I'll take this money box for compensation!"
Madam Zia raises her hand in protection, and then the table sets itself back upright, and the deck comes back onto it in a rapid pace.
Both of them are baffled, and speechless for a moment.
"The spirits? You must have angered them greatly, i have not seen them act like this."
It is not your benevolant spirits doing this. >:)
The man is nervous, and is about to hit her as a final action, when the table starts spinning, ever faster, and flings itself at the man like a 200 pound oaken frisbee. The man shows a short expression of nooo!!, before it crashes into him, leaving him motionless 15 feet farther away.
Madam Zia sits shaken and speechless.
"Without my stand i am...without work, what do i do now?"
"I will offer you a way.", a calm and raspy, yet clear bodyless voice replies. As she looks around to see where it is coming from, it continues.
"There is a Tian man nearby, looking for staff for his estate. At least you will have work, and it seems he is harsh towards those rude to his comrades and subordinates. Think about it, a roof over your head, meals and friends among the other staff in the future."
Mada Zia thinks about it, and comes to the conclusion it's the best option on immediate term. She gets up and starts searching, finding D. standing against a wall and looking into his notes.
"Excuse me sir, i..heard you are looking for staff for an estate? I would offer my services."... D. nods, and replies in his proper voice.
"I am. Hmm....very well. If you would follow me, we can walk there, and i will tell you of what is expected.", and he makes an inviting motion to walk past him. As she does, D. smiles, oh he does....before turning to escort her.
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The envelope bears a seal depicting the Red Arm of Absalom. The handwriting is obviously hers. Her room at the inn is empty and cleaned as if it were vacant, even before the cleaning crew arrived. The innkeep says she checked out early.
You have given me the gift of friendship. Joy. Belonging. Family. I have greatly enjoyed my time as part of the Red Arm of Absalom.
For now though, I must depart. Raginori has given me a brief insight, an opportunity I must take full advantage of: Meeting it.
The wind works in mysterious ways, but wherever I go I feel a breeze always pushing me from the same direction. Cold, relentless. I thought it was a ruthless manipulator, but... I believe it is lonely. Bitter. Lost. I was there, once.
It does not matter how long it takes me to get there. Isa and I know where to go and will converse with this force. Know that I will show the same warmth and kindness to it that you have shown me. Thank you, Red Arm of Absalom.
-Sirettis
It has been weeks since the siege of Nerosyan, when demonic hordes from the Abyss surged forth from the region known as the Worldwound to assault the capital city of the crusader nation of Mendev. Brave Pathfinders stood side-by-side with the city’s defenders, managing to push back the attackers and ensure Nerosyan did not fall to the demons.
Venture-Captain Jorsal, the Society’s principle representative in Nerosyan, took charge of the Pathfinder defenders and since the siege has deployed numerous groups on missions throughout the region. Having left Nerosyan to survey the devastation of Kenabres, which fell to the demonic offensive— Jorsal ensured some of his agents remained behind in Nerosyan to guard the Starrise Spire, the local lodge. Earlier this morning a messenger arrived with a sealed letter from Jorsal, signaling that more work remains to be done.
I trust this letter reaches you without incident. I remain in Kenabres, assessing the damage dealt by the demonic offensive that struck all along Mendev’s western border. Although the city is devastated, the fiends lost momentum and failed to maintain their advantage, and several particularly brave crusaders have rallied the scattered forces for a counterattack.
Since the siege of Nerosyan, I have mulled over a most troubling discovery. I received reports from Pathfinders involved in the siege implicating Thurl, Nerosyan’s other venture-captain, of knowing that the demons would attack and when. What little evidence I have goes so far as to suggest that Thurl assisted the demons in planning the assault against us.
Following the attack, I sent several Pathfinders to investigate Thurl’s lodge, and though the ground floor was bare of any further incriminating evidence, the lower level were inaccessible. Thurl left many magical wards to keep out intruders, and until we could investigate further and confirm whether or not my dwarven colleague had engaged in dire mischief, the Decemvirate has ordered that I not publicize my suspicions. I received word only an hour ago that those wards appear to have faded.
I have kept you at Starrise Spire not for mundane guard duty but because I can trust you to finish the investigation of Thurl’s lodge. Go there, enter its basement, and find what evidence you can that implicates Thurl in activities against the Society. Once you have explored his lodge thoroughly, report back to Starrise Spire and await my return.
The Pathfinder Society must know for certain whether Thurl has betrayed us and to what extent our trek to Jormurdun— to say nothing of the Mendevian Crusade— has been compromised. Our efforts shall mean nothing if sabotaged by a traitor, and the sooner we know, the less damage he can inflict.
Inheritor guide your hand,
- Venture-Captain Jorsal of Lauterbury
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Mr Peppers waits semi-patiently in the meeting room at the Starrise Spire. His expertise was called upon quickly after returning home from flying around on that giant chunk of space rock. I've yet to even begin flaunting my trip and collected space rock samples to the Gnome's back at the Lodge in Absalom. What could I say when they needed an arcane specialist to delve into a Wizard's Keep? What's taking everyone so long?
A servant approaches, he clears his throat before speaking in a steady, strong tone "Hot water please,some breakfast would be nice but I can wait until after the meeting. Tea if you have it, else I've brought my... nevermind tea please." That damned Miss Cup has spoiled me in always having good teas on hand and a teapot. She does have her uses in that regard.
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Starrise Spire? Where the biggest theatre stars rise?! Oh, they're in for a treat! Sounds pretty fab to me. And I'm supposed to be meeting with... The Red Arm of Absalom?! I remember those guys!
A 2 foot tall grippli wrapped in a gaudy violet robe and decked out with sparkling pink shoes steps into the Spire. "Oh heeeeEEEEeyyy! Tiffany's in the HOUSE! With some new swag, care of some of your friends in Sarringallow! Whattaya think?!" Tiffany walks down the hall as if it were a modeling runway, then stops, straightens her back and salutes Mr. Peppers. "Ten out of ten, right? Oh hey, I remember you from the space gate! The guy who was worried about getting his robe dirty. I totally get ya! Like, it's bad enough the Society sent you out into space, but without a spacesuit of some sort? Come oooOOoon! A little provisions go a long way!" She plops herself on a chair, takes out a loaf of mosquito-raisin bread and begins stuffing her face. "Mmffyou want a bite?"
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Mr Peppers looks up from his spellbook and tea at the incoming spectacle Its like a Gnome that was born as a frog... I swear I wronged many people in a past life... He forces a bit of a smile "Hello Tiffany, I do remember you up on the Tear. Made it back in one piece, glad to hear it."
He takes a glance at the bread before smiling and holding up his tea "Umm no thanks, I'm a vegetarian for the most part. I believe insects cross that line, nearly as much as mutton or fowl. This tea will hold me over until after the meeting, thanks." He does sniff the air a bit at the smell of bread wafts over "It does have the faint whiff of Gunty's Bread though. He sends me some nice little care packages whenever I go afield as well. Its amazing how he ships it and keeps it so fresh!"
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As Tiffany is finishing her stroll up and down the frogcatwalk, the one and only Gorgeous Gallix Granbonne appears in the doorway, applauding enthusiastically. "Nice one, Tiff! Drummady really knows how to put together a good-looking pair of shoes, right?" With that, he strides into the room and sets one of his own finely fitted shoes up on the end of a low table. "Check these bad boys out! Got em enchanted by some nice fellas down in Thuvia so they can help me keep moving even through the stickiest of thickets! They put a nice polish on em too, see?" He shifts his foot around to catch some light on the boots enormous silver buckle, which is emblazoned with three "G's".
He takes his foot off of the table and strides over to Mr. Peppers. "Hey, Peps! How ya been since the Tear? Any idea what we're doing all the way up here?" He takes the letter and reads it over quickly.
"Huh. I've heard of these two: Jorsal and Thurl. They run the Lodges up here, right? Weird that Thurl runs a separate lodge from Jorsal's though, isn't it? Even Absalom only has the one, and it's a huge city!"
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Its odd how our group is mostly so styish.. well Uesugi doesn't really have much style. And Sirettis seems happy wearing most anything. Even the Gnome has some style. Mr Peppers watches on, obviously deep in thought about something important.
"Yes I have too, but that's about it. Two lodges does seem strange, but then again strange seems to follow us around, or we follow it." He pauses to take a sip of his quickly cooling tea before continuing.
"As you know we didn't have all that much time after the Tear before this came up. I'm pretty sure our Master's are trying to run us ragged, always on the go. Considering how impatient and driving they are I'm convinced they're all human. Cursed with such a short lifespan they never take the time to stop and enjoy the solitude."
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"Thanks Gallix! Glad you can appreciate what it means to be high fash!" She swallows her bug bread, stands up and curtsies. "Love the boots, seriously, like, look at that custom buckle! So so cool." She bends down to get a closer look, then stops, turns and looks around expectantly. "What happened to the cute gnome girl? I recall there being a lot more of you, like the two serious bald guys? Yeah, the guy who could pick stuff up with his mind! I'd love to see him do that again!"
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"I can't say for sure who's going to be here. I hopped on the first boat out and its been a long ride on horseback for quite a bit of it. Hopefully some or all of them show up, its been a while since I've been without most the group around." Gallix should keep me safe... well so long as we don't run into anything with poison or particularly scary..
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You reach Thurl's lodge. A single door provides ingress to this building you notice a blacksmith and a local brewery flanking the lodge.
Four other Pathfinders have just finished loading the last of the library's books onto a cart. "Yuck, demons! I'm happy I didn't have to go to the Worldwound..." A human shakes her head.
"The Worldwound is pretty nasty. Thurl enjoyed dispatching agents out there. I've been there, not very fun without support..." The tiefling shakes her tail, subconsciously.
An elven woman turns to you as you approach. "We haven't been able to enter the basement, there's some kind of protective ward." She shakes her head, some leaves fall out of her hair. "But hey, it's fading now like a bad punchline. Maybe soon it will break."
The last Pathfinder, a female gnome clad in black walks up to the party, presenting a box. "Venture-Captain Jorsal told us to hand this to ya. You're exploring the basement, right? Take it."
- potion of cure moderate wounds
- a scroll of perceive cues
- an elixir of vision
- a vial of antitoxin
- a handful of dust of appearance
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It has been weeks since the siege of Nerosyan, when demonic hordes from the Abyss surged forth from the region known as the Worldwound to assault the capital city of the crusader nation of Mendev. Brave Pathfinders stood side-by-side with the city’s defenders, managing to push back the attackers and ensure Nerosyan did not fall to the demons.
D. arrived slightly late, but in time to overhear the chatter from his comrades, that had started.
What is that croaking voice?
It became clear, as he saw a familiar frog standing amidst the others.
Oh, nothing special.
"You are the one we saw earlier, at the asteroid. You are traveling with us this time?"
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Uesugi looks tired this day as he approaches the others. While the rest were on the mock guard duty it seems that Venture-Captain Jorsal made use of Uesugi and Yurei to assist in the scouting of the area for any other oni that might appear from Worldwound.
The land was bleak and Uesugi was happy to help out. The land felt devoid of life and likely would never change especially if the Worldwound remained open. He admired how the people who even in this destitute land were still doing their best to make something of what it had once been.
Approaching the others he bows. "Apologies for being late. Venture Captain Jorsal had me riding all night to pick up a delivery from Absalom." At that he unrolls a katana that does not have the same luster as his previous blade. The blade is dark and foreboding and you almost wonder if the bladed edge is sharp. Seeing you observe it Uesugi answers your unspoken question "The blade is fashioned from the very substance of the stars. Similar to the star we journeyed to yet this material was obtained from a star that fell from the heavens. It has taken over three years to get its shape to this. My master blacksmith had it enchanted but the blade is not fully completed yet. When we return to Absalom I will continue to have the blade protected in shujen blessings. Even now it will be of great use to us I feel."
"Venture Captain Jorsal has selected us carefully for this task. And with our numbers smaller we will need to be cautious of how this approached. While running messages for Venture Captain Jorsal I heard some things of note. This Venture-Captain Thurl is perhaps the most dedicated scholar of demonic anatomy that the Society has and has discovered weakness of the fiends that granted the crusaders a small advantage. Recently a group of Pathfinders were assigned to review Thurl’s work and notebooks, but those agents have not been heard from for several months."
There is little else of interest on the ground floor. The heavy iron door that leads into the basement is undecorated and unlocked, but the other agents report that until recently it practically glowed with Abyssal runes.
Mister Peppers uses his magical might to detect a lingering aura of abjuration magic.
With a single stroke of his blade, Uesugi slices right through the door.
A long set of dusty wooden stairs leads down into an equally untidy archive of tall shelves populated by crates, bins, and tomes. A handful of folios lay scattered about the room, concentrated most heavily near a large table that stands only about two feet tall.
The books here are mostly unfinished, written in a dozen different languages, mostly Common and Abyssal.
This side of the door has the same stone pattern of the wall and ceiling. If the door were closed, it would be very difficult to notice the hinges.
Eventually you realize something is in the same room as you: A humanoid creature shambles out of the room. It looks like a patchwork of cream, red, and purple skin with asymmetrical horns and mismatched legs. She stares at you and then stands tall. "Who are you?"
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Tiffany seems to care little for the boring books and walks right by them. Mr. Peppers will probably love those, especially if anything magical is in there! I'll stick to the cooler stuff, like... THAT!
"Hey, look at that," Tiffany says, pointing to the door on the east side of room. "That door is almost invisible!" She turns to the strange creature. "Oh hi! I'm Tiffany, and these guys are the Red Arm of Absalom." She flashes the humanoid a froggy smile. "And who are you? Have you been here long? You, um, don't look so healthy."
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Mr Peppers looks at the Gnome, then at the box, then back at the Gnome. Taking the box and opening it his expression quickly changes from neutral at best to smiling. He reaches his other hand into a pocket and pulls out a couple silver pieces and hands them to the Gnome "Thanks for the delivery!" He then waves his hands and his eyes go blue as he basks in the glory of the arcane auras.
As they head down to the basement he rattles off the contents to the others: "Some useful items here... a moderate level healing potion, this scroll with expand someone's ability to pick up clues, similar to this elixir here.. oh yes antitoxin, and a dust that makes the invisible.. visible again!" He quickly hands the antitoxin to Gallix with a chuckle.
Once they reach the previously locked and warded door he smiles as he detects the lingering aura which is quickly interrupted with the slice of metal through metal and wood. "Well then. I see you've gotten your adamantine katana finally!"
Again Mr Peppers' frown is turned upside down as they enter the study of someone with some intellect! "Woah now.. we're going to need to take some time in here... " as he plops down on a chair to start going through the paperwork. "Oh interesting... OH!" He catches notice of the being... in the room but lets the others deal with it at present as he's occupied with the notes and texts.
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Gallix gratefully takes the antitoxin from Mr. Peppers. "I'm sure this'll come in handy. Especially if we end up fighting any demons again. Yeesh!" He follows the others down and pats Uesugi on the back approvingly as his blade cuts down the door like a scythe cuts down wheat. "I'm looking forward to seeing what that thing can do against something a bit more menacing that a door! Heheh!"
Like Tiffany, Gallix has little interest in the books scattered around the room. He might pick up an odd scrap and hand it to Peppers to look at more closely, but he wasn't in a studying mood. Not in this place anyway.
With that thought, the multi-toned humanoid appears in the room, and Gallix immediately takes a defensive stance. "Tiffany's right! We're the Red Arm of Absalom! For your sake, I hope you're not here to cause any trouble. Who are you?"
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Mr Peppers looks at the Gnome, then at the box, then back at the Gnome. Taking the box and opening it his expression quickly changes from neutral at best to smiling. He reaches his other hand into a pocket and pulls out a couple silver pieces and hands them to the Gnome "Thanks for the delivery!" He then waves his hands and his eyes go blue as he basks in the glory of the arcane auras.
"I'm not a delivery- sure, why not." She grunts and pockets the coins. "It could be a lot worse- copper." The gnome grabs her stuff and leaves without another word.
As Mister Peppers takes his time reading about demon anatomy, Princess Tiffany notices a hidden door on the side. Oh, and also this humanoid-demon hybrid thing.
"Ah, PATHFINDERS! IT'S ABOUT TIME!" The woman's voice booms briefly before returning to normal. "I am Valais Durant, Venture-Captain of this lodge. You are all loyal, yes? Then LISTEN UP!"
"The traitor Thurl built a hidden workplace past this room, and that’s where he performed his most vile experiments. If the Society is to understand just how FOOLISH he is, someone must uncover his terrible schemes. That’s where you come in, Pathfinders. There is a hidden door against that wall..." She waves a crimson claw toward the reading table. "I see your keen eyes have already picked up on it. You are the perfect agents for this task. Beyond that door, you shall find his lair. ANY QUESTIONS?"
"Yelling? Me? Whatever do you mean?" Valais cocks her head to the side, confused. Her clawed hand reflexively fidgets. "Who was yelling?" She whispers to no one in particular.
"Thurl! THURL! Oh, I how I hate that name! But a Venture-Captain must remain professional, yes? They should take an active roll, too. I will follow you into his lair!" Valais raises a clawed hand dramatically, like she's making a royal proclamation.
Princess Tiffany is certain Valais isn't all there. No, that's not it- it feels like there are three creatures all wrestling for control of her body.
"My skills? I am skilled with the- with the FURY OF THE DEMONS and the keeper of secrets..." she rubs her hands together, like she's scheming something.
Uesugi senses Valais may have some skill, but maybe she is overcompensating. It's like she's trying to convince other people of her superiority. She also seems to be a completely different person when she YELLS or whispers...
"Excellent! I shall accompany you, then." She nods. "Venture-Captains should play a more active role, don't you agree? Go ahead, you first."
Valais stays in the back of the group, mostly out of your way. Once Mister Peppers finishes investigating, you slide the hidden door to the side and enter a large underground room.
This chamber stretches ahead and to either side as far as the eye can see. Wall segments stretch from floor to ceiling, as much resembling overgrown stalactites as architectural features, and chunks of shattered masonry and other rubble litter the otherwise even floor. Long since expired torches rest in sconces affixed intermittently to the walls.
You enter a large maze of tunnels and passages. With enough careful inspection, you notice faint chalkmarks etched on some of walls.
"I feel like I'm being watched, how about you?" Valais looks around, careful to not step on any debris on the floor.
You spot a faint, transparent horn peeking out of a wall before it sinks back into the ground.
Near the center of the maze stands a raised altar made of ivory-inlaid wood, its virtually pristine condition a sharp contrast to the shattered walls around it. At the center of the altar rests a statue of two figures locked in combat: a brass bull and an iron dwarf that grips the animal by a horn from over its shoulder while holding a warhammer aloft. Delicately incised words encircle the statue’s base, reading, "In my name is the strength of my history, my tradition, and my people. Speak your name into my ear, and I shall judge your worth."
This altar sits at the center of the maze and depicts the dwarf in control of the bull.
The bull is actually a gorgon.
The Dwarf is Torag, one of the dwarven gods.
On closer inspection, you see the dwarf is actually off balance and that the bull is poised to strike.
If you carefully inspect the altar...
You spot a faint shimmer of an inverted pentagram on the bull’s brow.
If you make the Perception check, make a single Knowledge(religion) check.
You recognize it as the unholy symbol of Asmodeus.
This is a symbol of Baphomet, the demon lord of beasts, labyrinths, and minotaurs.
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"What I always try to remember, Valais, is that if you're feeling like you're being watched, you'd totally better put on a good show!" Tiffany enthusiastically remarks.
At the altar, Tiffany steps up for a closer look. "Kinda cool in its own boring way," She says, tying her regal robe back so as not to get it dirty and peering over the figurines and inscription. "What do you think, Bebop? It looks like the dwarf here is nearly falling over, and bull is getting ready to strike!"
"And on the bull's brow is a shimmering... SHIMMERING inverted pentagram! OooOoooh..." The grippli is suddenly overcome with excitement as she spots the shininess, and pays little attention to the meaning behind it. "Come check it out, guys, maybe one of you recognizes this symbol?"