"The potions are cure light wounds, how would like to carry them? I am more a stay in the back sort of girl."
Addressing Tybalt
"I am sorry your friend is temporarily blind. How long have you been working together?"
"The potions are cure light wounds, how would like to carry them? I am more a stay in the back sort of girl."
"Mr. Roga might appreciate one of those." He said, concluding his examination. "Otherwise, doesn't appear to be in immediate danger..."
'Please don't let me be wrong...' he thinks with dread.
"I am sorry your friend is temporarily blind. How long have you been working together?"
"About... two or three years at best guess. He finds the scarp, I determine its value. He fights or distracts, and I stay back with crossbow or think of our escape plan. It's worked... mostly."
"A good long time but it sounds dangerous. Lancalot and I stay in town mostly. Making shoes, I am sure I mentioned. We are glad you are with us."
Dilana is briefly distracted by some perceived action of the scorpion.
"Lancelot get away from that body! Sorry."
"Have you been in caves like this? The gun seems like it will echo quite a bit no?
"A good long time but it sounds dangerous. Lancalot and I stay in town mostly. Making shoes, I am sure I mentioned. We are glad you are with us."
Hearing what she did for a living seemed to spark something in Tybalt, as he started doing his best to hold in a bout of laughter.
"Forgiveness." he sighed. "Wasn't expecting that."
"Have you been in caves like this? The gun seems like it will echo quite a bit no?"
"Not a fan of spelunking. Too enclosed, unfriendly inhabitants, lack of visibility, danger of collapse always present... but beggars cannot always choose. And yes, gun will make lots of noise. JJ not known for subtlety. Can be remedied, but magic required is... beyond my capabilities."
"Have you been in caves like this? The gun seems like it will echo quite a bit no?
"Not a fan of spelunking. Too enclosed, unfriendly inhabitants, lack of visibility, danger of collapse always present... but beggars cannot always choose. And yes, gun will make lots of noise. JJ not known for subtlety. Can be remedied, but magic required is... beyond my capabilities."
"A gun isn't exactly meant for subtly." JJ chimed in, his vision getting less dark, but more blurry. "It's a tool orginally meant for killing quick from a distance. It's not the size of an arrowhead, but it doesn't need to be when it flies faster than you can see and can drop something damn quick with a well placed shot."
Raktar overhears Roga discussing his wounds with Figgy and Dilana, and volunteers to help. "I can try and knit some of those cuts back together, if you'd like? I can do it with magic, though it might hurt a little," he says by way of explanation.
Raktar places his hands over Roga's wounds and concentrates. A thin thread of metal wire seems to emerge from his hands and begin to suture Roga's wounds closed before disappearing. The sewing brings a mild stinging with it, but the magic soon soothes the pain of the wounds of Roga's fight with the blindheim.
"Has that helped?" Raktar asks, hoping that he's made things a little easier for the big man. He then sits with the rest of the group, waiting for JJ's sight to return.
"Did you craft your weapon yourself?" he asks JJ with curiosity. "We don't see many firearms in a small town like Torch, it's quite exciting to see one up close."
"Did you craft your weapon yourself?" he asks JJ with curiosity. "We don't see many firearms in a small town like Torch, it's quite exciting to see one up close."
Hearing the question directed towards him, he turned his head to face Raktar, even if he couldn't see the man, and gave him a smile, happy to find other people interested in guns like he was.
"Nah. While I've put some time and effort into this thing, it was given to me. Got it from an old man who took me in after my parents died. The thing was a lot worse back then if you could believe it. Kept pulling to the left, the cock woudln't always stay in place and caused misfires, the frizzen needed replacing because it wouldn't spark the flint part of the time... but it was all I had. With enough grit, elbow grease, and determination, I found ways to make it work for me."
"Aye, its funny a cobbler in a cave. Our road twists and turns sometimes it seems. Maybe this will be the start of a different life or maybe we will all end up like the half eaten fellow back there."
That last part is delivered with a what will be will be shrug.
During this conversation Dilana has remembered to take out her notebook and starts a short log of what they have found along with a very crude map.
"Aye, its funny a cobbler in a cave. Our road twists and turns sometimes it seems. Maybe this will be the start of a different life or maybe we will all end up like the half eaten fellow back there."
That last part is delivered with a what will be will be shrug.
"Current circumstances hardly amusing." he explained. "Just... came to Numeria to seek and learn about wonders like robot from earlier, secrets of life-improving technology, and weapons beyond comprehension. Expectations obviously differed from reality... but still surprised to hear something so mundane goes on here."
"Has that helped?" Raktar asks, hoping that he's made things a little easier for the big man. He then sits with the rest of the group, waiting for JJ's sight to return.
Roga smiled at Raktar and tried hard not to look at his obvious disfigurement, "That did help a lot. I hadn't asked you because I had no idea you could heal."
He joked, "Ca I be your friend?"
The barbarian tried a couple of slow swings with his flail to make sure the stitches wouldn't break but they held well enough.
He then declared himself ready to go.
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After nearly an hour Jeremiah winces as suddenly the light come back to his eyes. The party stands and stretches after the time spent in quiet conversation, getting to know each other in this gloomy place.
You have the water flowing through a tunnel to the west, only a foot or two deep, or back to the south passage as originally decided?
Which way are you heading now?
Sorry if JJ and I are posting too much.
surprised to hear something so mundane goes on here.
"Without the mundane society crumbles quickly."
"So the blind can see and the lame can walk."
Looking at the options Dilana has a thought.
"Was the Blindheim possibly protecting something? I would prefer not go back into the stream of nasty water but is it worth a look? Of course he could just be here because it is where is last meal is laying."
While all the discussion is going on Figgy is looking at the walls and looking for bits of metal or lost treasures.
When Tybalt talks about coming to Numeria Figgy pipes up.
"My family wandered here one day, we wandered all over the place looking for new inventions and other such oddities. When we got here my parents were taking my the Technic League because they knew a lot of things about mechanics. Guess they needed some experts."
Figgy then looks at Springy and adjusts the torch the automaton is holding.
"JJ did you live in the Mana Wastes, I always wanted to go there. Lots of interesting things, I think I have a cousin twice removed but then he came back in with this neat explody thing so they let him back in."
"I should probably have mentioned that," Raktar says apologetically. "You can be my friend, if you want, he adds, somewhat embarrassed.
He then nods in agreement with Dilana. "I'm only just drying out, I'd rather not go back in the water at this point."
Spring moves around with the torch getting very close to peoples bottoms. Figgy moves up and give the bot a look, which the bot apparently returns.
"Don't look at me like that, I will forget to wind you even just once and leave you asleep for a week." The Gnome holds up a grease stained finger.
"Springy votes south as well, so I do too."
"JJ did you live in the Mana Wastes? I always wanted to go there. Lots of interesting things, I think I have a cousin twice removed but then he came back in with this neat explody thing so they let him back in."
"Sorry. Born and raised in Chesed." He chuckled.
Before he knew it, his vision went from dark to blurry to clear. Getting back to his feet, he went over to the dead Blindheim and examined it for a minute, finding a bullet hole in its center. His voice then filled with both pride and amusement. "Hahaha! Guess I'm a better shot than even I thought if I hit that thing while blind as a bat." He then reloaded his pistol and readied it for danger. "Sorry for slowing us down. I'm ready to go." He stated, ready to follow them to the south.
"Sorry? We should have yelled to close your eyes as soon as the creature popped out. Plus the wait was good, we learned your gun didn't attract an immediate attack."
Dilana checks her possessions as she gets up. By the end of the next bit she is clearly talking to Lancelot and paying no attention to the humans.
"Only down side is one less hour that we can breath in the noxious water. Maybe I will just move my shop here instead of swimming back. Of course I will need to enchant shoes so people come."
"My family wandered here one day, we wandered all over the place looking for new inventions and other such oddities. When we got here my parents were taking my the Technic League because they knew a lot of things about mechanics. Guess they needed some experts."
"Situation most unfortunate... Can have my condolences, if it helps."
"Was the Blindheim possibly protecting something? I would prefer not go back into the stream of nasty water but is it worth a look? Of course he could just be here because it is where is last meal is laying."
"Both are plausible. Can double back and check later. For now... He brushes himself off, and picks up his crossbow. "South is most viable option."
"South is most viable option."
"You talk in interesting patterns. We enjoy it."
Dilana refreshes her light spell on Roga's weapon.
"Lead the way our light in the dark."
You move down the passageway cautiously.
A5. A collection of crates, boxes, rubble, and scavenged metal lies heaped in the northwest section of this damp cave. Several strange chalk drawings of twisted, spiny plants, a strange three-legged creature, and emaciated four-armed humanoids mark the walls.
Whatever the four armed creatures are they are unknown on Golarion.
Among the rubble and refuse here are several ruined bits of technological devices-nothing recognizable or even all that useful can be found here, but the presence of strange tangles of wires and unusually crafted fragments confirms the hope that more ancient technology can be found deeper in the caves.
Searching the rubble discovers a scattering of 7 silverdisks but nothing else of value. (A silver disk is worth 10gp each)
Another Perception check can be made, at DC35.
Raktar senses the glow from his belt beginning to diminish, and so he reinvigorates the light as he takes position at the back of the group. He keeps his eyes open as they move, and he keeps his hammer at the ready.
"You talk in interesting patterns. We enjoy it."
Tybalt did his best (and failed) to suppress the growing blush on his face as the group began moving again, keeping his eyes ahead and his his hands on his crossbow.
Scrap was a familiar sight to the half-elf, and it looked like there would be plenty to melt down and sell, but then he remembered the real reason the group was down here... until he spotted something among the rubble...
"A silverdisk..." he said in quiet awe, before going over and digging through to find more... and more he did find. "Seven! Seven silverdisks!"
JJ takes his position as second of the pack. While he probably should've been in front since he seemed to have the best armor of all of them, he was better at fighting from a distance and could only take so many hits.
Still, he kept his eyes open for danger, even if they'd probably get blinded again.
Scrap was a familiar sight to the half-elf, and it looked like there would be plenty to melt down and sell, but then he remembered the real reason the group was down here... until he spotted something among the rubble...
"A silverdisk..." he said in quiet awe, before going over and digging through to find more... and more he did find. "Seven! Seven silverdisks!"
"No way..." He said, barely able to contain his excitement. Barely into the cave, probably a part that had been explored before, and they found silverdisks. "Good find, Tybs! Those'll sell for a nice price, huh?"
Dilana searches the crates and rubble with the others but doesn't see much.
Roga helped look in the junk pile.
Seeing Tybs and JJ excited about the disk he had to ask, "What is a silver disk?"
tag?
The barbarian was also very curious about the pictures, "Anyone know what these creatures are?"
tag?
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As Tybalt turns to answer Roga's question a flicker out of the corner of his eyes alerted him, For less than a second a patch of stone wall had changed color as something moved passed it? Now alerted Tybalt looked closer and saw a medium humanoid trying to sneak away from the party. It's skin actually matching the color of the cave wall, only the change in the shades of rock coloration had given it away for that spilt second.
Tybalt, what are you doing? You have surprise on it at the moment.
"Silver disks, interesting, good find, they will trade for quite a bit in town. I wonder how all this stuff got down here. Anyone know what this creature is?" Figgy is pointing towards the 4 armed drawing.
"I've seen these disks in town before. I think they're quite valuable. I wonder who left them here?" Raktar speculates before taking a closer look at the chalk drawings. "I have no idea what these things are, but they all look pretty strange. Maybe they're warnings."
As Tybalt was about to explain to Roga the properties and uses of silverdisks, he saw a patch of the wall flicker and change before returning to normal. As he did, his mind reeled back to Dolga's mission briefing... and the shape of the hidden figure became clearer... and moving farther away. Unwilling to let it sneak away to attack his allies in the future, he quickly brought his crossbow to bear, shouted "Camouflaged humanoid, bearing South!", and fired a bolt at it.
Once Tybalt points it out Figgy pulls out the brown/orange liquid flask and hurls it at the same spot the bolt just hit.
"Watch out!"
"What the..."
Seeing the bolt fly and strike something other then rock Dilana's eyes flicker briefly with a green light as she cast Evil Eye.
The party looks on in surprise as Tybalt suddenly calls out and fires his crossbow at a patch of wall. The surprise turns to shock as his bolt thuds into a slender, grey-skinned humanoid who flickers into view camouflage broken by the pain of the bolt lodged close to his heart.
1st round:
Figgy reacts instantly and throws his volatile creation at the same spot, the Humanoid staggers in even more pain as it connects perfectly.
Dilana stares with arcane menace at the stranger.
He is wracked with dread and loses some of his grace, becoming clumsy and vulnerable.
The rest of the party can go, including you Tybalt, your shot was on the surprise round so you now have your standard action.
Jeremiah looks closely at the humanoid and identifies it as a Skulk..
Roga reacted instinctively and rushed the creature, "Not so fast, little guy."
The barbarian held his flail up high but over swung it and used the chain to deal non lasting damage, trying to knock the creature unconscious.
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The humanoid makes a strangled squawking sound, still staggering his many assaults when Roga springs over and clouts him heavily around his head, knocking him down and out.
One unconscious and badly wounded Skulk at your disposal.
Seeing Tybs and JJ excited about the disk he had to ask, "What is a silver disk?"
"Camouflaged humanoid, bearing South!"
This was starting to become a weird ass day.
Before he and Tybs had a chance to explain their find, the investigator managed to spot and shoot something. As it came into being, he managed to immediately recognize the grey, humanoid form of a Skulk. Before he had a real chance to react, the rest of the group roasted it with bombs, stared it down, and thwacked it into unconsciousness.
"Skulk..." he said as he stared down the cave in the direction it came from. "Lazy, but sneaky little thieves that would just as soon slit your throat as ask for a cup of sugar. If there's one, there's probably more and this little bastard wasn't sneaking away because he was out on an Oathday stroll. Bring the thing back over here, Roga. Let's tie him up, strip him of his dangerous gear, and see what we can get out of him."
"And everyone keep their eyes open. Their skin can blend with their surroundings and they're difficult to track down." JJ added as he holstered his weapon and pulled out some rope to tie the sneaker up with.
Tybalt's warning cry tore Raktar's attention away from the chalk drawings and he readied himself to move through the group. Before he had taken two steps, however, there was a thunk followed by a strangled cry. "OK, good. That's that sorted," he says, seeing the creature out cold on the cavern floor.
"More strangeness," Raktar mutters as he listens to JJ explain the nature of the creature that he was now tying up. He takes up a position at the cavern's edge, keeping his eyes and ears alert for more creatures.
Roga wrapped the chain of his flail around the scrawny neck and dragged the skulk over towards JJ.
"All yours. He should come around soon enough."
The barbarian joked, "I'll look menacing while you talk to him."
"All yours. He should come around soon enough."
The barbarian joked, "I'll look menacing while you talk to him."
"Aww... I wanted to be the bad guard." He joked back as he relieved the skulk of its weapons and tied it up with his spare rope as best as he could before opening his waterskin and dumping it on it's face in an attempt to wake it up. "Tybs, pour some water on him from your waterskin. Maybe the splash of cold will help him come to his senses."
As quickly as Tybalt's shot hit its mark, everyone else responded to the call like clockwork and sure enough, the being went down faster then Tybalt could reload.
"Hmmm... Grandfather would be proud of that shot, I think." he told himself aloud, taking the time to put the silverdisks into his backpack and reload his crossbow. "Excellent reaction time, as well." he added, nodding toward Figgy, Dilana, and Roga.
"Skulk..." he said as he stared down the cave in the direction it came from. "Lazy, but sneaky little thieves that would just as soon slit your throat as ask for a cup of sugar. If there's one, there's probably more and this little bastard wasn't sneaking away because he was out on an Oathday stroll. Bring the thing back over here, Roga. Let's tie him up, strip him of his dangerous gear, and see what we can get out of him."
"Information extracted under duress can't be trusted." he warned. "Will just tell us what we want to hear, and only if it believes we'll let it live."
"And everyone keep their eyes open. Their skin can blend with their surroundings and they're difficult to track down." JJ added as he holstered his weapon and pulled out some rope to tie the sneaker up with.
"Was heading that way..." The half-elf pointed to the... he wanted to say southeast, but he lacked a compass to tell him for sure. "Toward allies, maybe? To simply flee? Or better spot to ambush?"
"Aww... I wanted to be the bad guard." He joked back as he relieved the skulk of its weapons and tied it up with his spare rope as best as he could before opening his waterskin and dumping it on it's face in an attempt to wake it up. "Tybs, pour some water on him from your waterskin. Maybe the splash of cold will help him come to his senses.""All yours. He should come around soon enough."
The barbarian joked, "I'll look menacing while you talk to him."
Nodding, Tybalt put down the crossbow, retrieved his waterskin, walked over to the hog-tied creature, and poured a little over its face with a light-hearted "Wake-y wake-y."
"ask for a cup of sugar"
Despite the gravity of the situation Dilana give a little laugh at this comment, the laugh stops very quickly and she looks embarrassed.
"Sorry. That just caught me by surprise. Tybalt that was a heck os a shot, I.. well I didn't even see that thing."
When the guard is tied up Dilana will squat down to its side. When it awakes her eyes flash blue as she attempts to unnerve the creature further.
"Springy tie him up and stand guard, Should we look fore more of them?"
Figgy starts looking closer at the walls poking them with his pincer.
The Skulk awakens and looks terrified, he squirms against his bindings and opens his mouth to scream.
What are you doing, and what questions do you want to ask him?
Jeremiah puts his hand over the mouth of this creature to keep it from screaming.
"Unless you're going to answer our questions, I don't suggest speaking. My friend back there doesn't like needlessly loud noises." He said to the Skulk, gesturing to Roga to show him why screaming is a bad idea.
"Who are you?"
"What were you doing here?"
"Are there more of your kind lurking here? If so, how many?"
"What other dangers lie ahead?"
"What do you know of the other people who came through here?"
Startled but the professional manner of Tybalt's questions Dilana smiles.
It seems I have entered this place with some competent people.
She sits back and watches Tybalt work.
Figgy will walk over to the tied up skulk, squatting down beside the creature.
"I got some of this venom from that frog thing back there." He points his thumb over his shoulder.
"Care to see what it does?" Springy takes out the vial of blood.
Showing the famed Skulk courage and honor your prisoner folds immediately.
1."Who are you?"
2."What were you doing here?"
3."Are there more of your kind lurking here? If so, how many?"
4."What other dangers lie ahead?"
5."What do you know of the other people who came through here?"
1. "I'm Luepel. Don't kill me!"
2. "Watching for more intruders. Please don't kill me!"
3. "Yes, three more, that's all that's left of us. Promise you won't kill me?"
4. "There's these Gremlins that keep attacking us and stealing our stuff. There's that Brown mold down that way." He indicates the South west passage with his chin. "An there's these four armed skeletons in the weird desert through the metal doors. We can't go passed them cause they keep killing us. You're not going to kill me are you?"
5. "Well first here was these thugs, but we kicked their asses. Then this other bunch came through with a Wizard in charge an he offed the boss. They was the ones who came out with that tin man. We hid from the next bunches who came through. They went through the metal doors, including that Wizard again, but none of them have come back yet. Can I go now?"
He blathers non-stop in his need to please you.