Checking out the plank for stability, you find it's a bit wobbly and beginning to decay. If one hurries across, they may fall off. Also if someone overly heavy tries, it may break. The hole seems to go down 10ft.
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As he lands, Jedah gives a swift bow to the Tavern keep and gives her a smile. Hearing Dru's comment he is about to speak when he catches his to gue, the Performer's eyes glued to the wicked point of the spear and his own scars from a minotaur.
"Jumping is fine! Be careful not to fall, gets you down it does!" he laughs at his own poor joke.
As Drusilla puts a foot on the plank, it shifts and groans a little. Though the wood is creaking, it seems to hold fast as she applies more of her weight on it.
Sighing as Drusilla tests the plank, Heryn strides across with practiced nibble steps. "You all going to stay there? Or you want your Parcel?" she asks.
Pointing down the few steps into another chamber she advises "It'd be down there, in the wine cellar. And don't you be steeling anything. I'm watching you."
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Jedah gives a bow and has the decency to put a shocked expression on his face, though his eyes are alight with mischief.
"Madam, I wouldn't dream of the thing! Now, we are looking for a good vintage I gather, so that would make it expensive. Hmm now let me see!"
Moving through the room, the performer runs his fingers over the odd bottle and looks at labels to see any o particular interest. Moving through the racks to find the one they are after.
"Come now Dru, your temple of wine awaits!"
As you rummage through the bottles, looking for the proper vintage, Heryn keeps a close eye on you. "Remember, just grab the one bottle." she grumbles.
After a few moments, Roy locates it. As he grabs hold of the bottle and tries to pull it down, he hears a soft Clunk followed by grinding gears. A panel of bottles slides back into the wall revealing a corridor into another chamber. The bottle itself jerks out of the bards hand and slides back into it's shelf.
"What...what is that?! I've been here nearly 20 years...and I've never seen that before?!" exclaims the barmaid.
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Jedah peers around 'Roy's' shoulders, the flames across his skin intensifying so as to bring a violet light to the area beyond. With a low whistle he examines the chamber beyond before gingerly stepping in.
"What a marvel!" the performer exclaims from inside the chamber. "One has to wonder if the old coot knew you know?"
As Encara and Jedah step into the room, Heryn moves up to peak in from the wine cellar.
"What's in there?" She inquires. "Is it safe?"
A hunched-over wretch with long, pliable arms like tentacles capped with five wide, spiny claws lumbers out of the corridor. Rearing up with an unearthly roar, the creature whips a tentacle at Drusilla.
Having heard the alien creature approaching, she easily hops over the small assailants swing.
No specific weaknesses.
Enemy
Encara
Roy
Drusilla
Jedah
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"Well that was just terrifying!" Jedah says casually to Encara as he works his magic on the lumbering creature. Turning to their Bar staff guide he calls "Stay back! you have more than rats in this basement!"
He then gathers flame around his hands and launches a Violet firebolt at the creature, the flames clinging and burning.
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Encara yells in surprise as he casts a spell, scaring the small being.
Roy prepares for batter and starts singing an encouraging song.
Drusilla swings her morningstar at the creature. Misjudging it's size, her attack sails over its head.
Jedah draws in the connected energy around him with a cracking sound, the light in the room dims a moment before a ray of swirling fire shoots out from him, engulfing the beast. The engulfing fire ignites the animals skin.
With a shrike of pain and fear, it turns to run . Drusilla capitalizes on the lack of judgment and strikes it down mid stride. Dropping to the ground the strange foe simmers motionless.
Peering into the room, Heryn gasps "Oh my! You are good!"
The only noteworthy findings in the room are a stack of papers on the desk at the south end.
The papers chronicle the personal exploits of Selmius Foster, a famous Pathfinder whose name you recognize from your training as Pathfinder agents. Most of Foster’s more infamous adventures appear here in varying amounts of detail.
You also find this document and this document
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Careful to dim the flames from his body around so much ancient parchment, Jedah gives the Tavern owner a bow and a crooked smile.
"Why thankye m'aam. Nothing to it for trained agents!" Winking at their guide, the performer habitually ransacks the creature to find a potion.
"Anyone got the foggiest?" he enquires before joining the others in reading the documents. "Well well..."
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Turning to show Dru the letters, Jedah leans against the desk and begins to absent-mindedly play with violet flames across the tip of his fingers. Quickly realising the risk however, he stops suddenly and looks at the pages they have discovered.
"So this wine was nought but a ruse I suspect, it would appear that, through fate or design, we are to explore this information and get to the route of the problem." he says thoughtfully. "Way I see it, we have three routes to go right now, the Wall, the Tomb and the Gnome. Whaddya say?"
Gathering up the documents, you make it out of the establishment without issue. The rain has diminished to a drizzle.
Heading for the address noted in the discovered notes, you find yourselves in the Wise Quarter of Absalom. A generous abode stands before you. The abandoned street is well lit with everburning lanterns and Fimbrik's home is currently the only one with interior lights on.
A rusty lock on the front door prevents entry. Though a rather large stack of newspapers are strewn on the walkway, the shadow of a figure passes in front of the living room window as well as a secondary window.
A large window on the front of the residence leads to the living room with another window at each rounded corner of the house.
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Stepping out of the bar with a wave to the barmaid and a promise to collect on his wager later, Jedah sighs as he spies the rain and fiddles with his parasol turned umbrella. As they head towards the Wise quarter, he finds it odd that most of the lights are off.
"It isn't all that late is it? On a night like this you would expect more to be home. Nevermind." standing by the door, the performer starts to flick through the newspapers for stories of interest.
"Ooh this is a good one!" he comments after a while.
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Somewhat distracted reading an interesting article, Jedah looks up at the spear maiden with a blink as he processes her question.
"Certainly! Missing the news can be a terrible thing! Plenty of things are recorded for the wary, bandit raids and the like for example." he says as he goes back to the soggy paper.
As you knock, another shadow passes by the big window. Being closer you can see the shape much clearer now. The figure is that of an elderly gnome garbed in noble attire with a dapper rounded hat on his head and a can tipped with a brilliant glowing gem in his hand.
Though you are certain any inside the abode could hear your knocking, he makes no move towards the door and doesn't acknowledge you in any way. The subject just passes by the window and through another door out of the living room.
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Finishing his story, he looks up at the others as they are ignored by the Gnome. Frowning he flicks through the other papers to find only some of them still readable and a few years old by now. Tapping his chin he thinks for a moment before speaking.
"Hmm, you see these Papers are years old, you would think they would simply cancel! I think you are right Dru, seems he doesn't want any visitors! How rude." Looking from the papers to the door he shrugs. "Wanna smoke him out?"
Looking through the window, as the gnome seems to walk pass again, you catch a glimpse of another figure, in similar attire pass through a door on the opposite side of the room.
Neither figure give any indication of noticing your group.
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Staring over Encara's shoulder, Jedah shakes his head as the two Gnomes stroll past, neither seeming to pay attention to the others or themselves. Glad to hear the others question it as a sign he isn't completely mental he shrugs.
"Gnomanigans? Brilliant! I may havr to use that in future." he laughs before addressing Dru. "No lock skills hear I am afraid, could blast the lock but you might as well force the door or I envisage us being here some time..."
A large sofa sits awkwardly near the entrance, facing toward the center of the room. Sets of chairs and tables are arranged throughout, and statues of grandiose gnomes occupy the corners of the room. A set of stairs at the northern edge of the chamber leads down while a second set leads up to a second level.
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Considering their next options, Jedah gives a start as Encara breaks a window whilst Dru takes out the door. With a whistle of appreciation he smiles and saunters in after the Spear Maiden. "First we have no entrance, now we are spoilt for choice! Though I suggest we be done here quick in case the law arrives!" he states as he admires the plush upholstery and grandiose designs.
"Now that is a strange thing! The place has hardly a speck of dust but look at the cushions! Hardly sat on i'd say. This place coulda been abandoned for ages! Matches the newspapers out there. Right, where too?"