War of Ages (Monkeygod's Golarion Game)

Game Master Monkeygod

Meredian and pinky are (apparently) left in the room with the quasit corpse. Mer looks in derision at the back of the captain. Then to Pinky raiseing an eyerow in a look of annoyance at the captain.

"Well, as we have nothing better to do I wonder if the corpse is worth anything."

Mer wraps the corpse in the bedsheet and puts it in a bag of holding. He then heads out fo browse the marketplace.

Pinky takes his customary spot on Mer's shoulder and enjoys the bright clear day.

"Very well, I suppose."

Avlar shrugs still feeling a bit off wondering to himself when things will get back to normal.

After a little while longer they finally make it to Besmara's House,a large converted werehouse. Looking around an unusually great number of pirates seem to be in the area. More then a few entering or leaving the temple of the pirate queen. Beside the front door is a board with a number of post, mostly pirate ships and their location for hire. Adin keeps on his toes and signals the other two to do the same.

Let me know if I should keep going or you can take it from here.

The dwarf merely says "Bah." and starts on another full stein, this one activated by "Schaarbeekse krieken", is darker still, and smells sour.

Avlar looks at Kolm than says "Have anything that is good for a headache, in that stein Kolm?"

"This one's not too bad, but it may leave a sour taste in yer mouth. It's a mix we had way back up in the old country, and it's fairly strong. Go ahead, try a pint."

Kolm will relinquish his stein, but with some trepidation.

Avlar takes the stein before downing some of the liquid inside, he than hands the stein back before saying "Thank you, you are right is sour."

Adin, I'm cool with you continuing for now, this is your deal, so your good for now

As Mer and Pinky wander the marketplace, Pinky is able to find plenty of delicious fruits of a wide variety. The prices are pretty decent, and a few vendors even offer a free snack. After about ten minutes of browsing, the two of you find a magickal alchemy shop that seems like a perfect place to sell the quasit corpse.

Mer enters the shop and proceeds to speak to the shopkeep.

"Good (evening/afternoon). I have an interesting taxidermy or direction subject for sale. Would this be the right place for such a thing?"

Mer looks around the room to get a better feel of the place and as always looking for trouble.

Perception 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (13) + 17 = 30

SPellcraft 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (9) + 24 = 33

Pinky lounges on Mer's shoulder, eyes half closed. He certainly enjoyed the fresh fruits and would be sorry to leave this city.

Of course Meridian knew this was just an act, and Pinky was as alert and awake as his partner.

Perception 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (9) + 22 = 31

Adin makes his way inside the so called church, pirates were not known for their religion after all. He notices the priest captains of the temple eyeing those who dont give a good offering or are just looking the temple over. He knew those people would be worked on in one way or another, he spied those had the way of it. A quick prayer and heavy hand with the coin granted you a nod and nothing more. He turns to the two that came with him, whispering to them quickly.

"Mind lighting a stick of incense, you dont need to pray but best leave at least ten gold. Don't flash any plat though."

He takes a stick of incense and lights it, placing it on one of the holders. He nods towards the alter then drops a big handful of gold into the offering bowl. He kept a few choice thoughts in check, wasn't going to tempt the goddess in her own house and all that.

Adin offered 60 gp

Kolm, grudgingly, reaches into his pockets, and subsequently realizes he doesn't have 10 gold.

"What if we don't have the 10 gold?

Avlar hands Kolm a platinum piece before saying low "Platinum is all I have. Gold tends to get heavy while flying."

Adin's eyes dart around as he whispers.

"Fine fine drop it in quick. Remind me to get you some extradimensional bags later."

Of all the places to use plantinum, he held off a prayer to his own god. Besmara was touchy.

Kolm drops the plat piece in warily. "Thanks, lad."

Avlar drops the piece in before nodding to Kolm.

Once the ritual is done, he makes his way outside and back towards the direction of the inn. Adin takes out twenty gold giving it over to the two men.

"I dont like being indebted. Well while we're out and about got anything to do or just back to the inn?"

Adin wondered if luck had held out after all.

Avlar shakes his head "I have nothing else to do."

I 'aven't got anything else, either.

Kolm gives his 10 gold from the transaction to Avlar, also not liking to be indebted.

Waiting on an email from Adin, fyi

I check in here more often then my email thats why I post reminders. Email sent. ;)

A man comes from the back, covered in tattoos, and with a full silver beard. He definitely gives off the apperance of being the right person to speak to. "Afternoon lads, what kin I do ya for??" He says dusting off some powder on his apron.

Edit: Derp. Fixed.

Kolm, I think that is for Meredian and Pinky. Also sweet I spelled Meredian right without loking.

A man comes from the back, covered in tattoos, and with a full silver beard. He definitely gives off the apperance of being the right person to speak to. "Afternoon lads, what kin I do ya for??" He says dusting off some powder on his apron.

Didn't realize it was for me or I would have responded earlier. lol.

"I have a rare carcase to sell. An outsider known as a quasit. The creature made the mistake of attacking me earlier today and I had to put it down. I though it would dissipate into the ether like such creatures normally do, but it did not. Understanding what a rare find this was I thought perhaps someone would be interested in it. Are you familiar with what I'm talking about and are you interested in such a thing?"

Bluff about the minor details 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (5) + 20 = 25
Diplomacy 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25
Intimidate because he just said he arbitrarily killed an outsider assassain 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (6) + 16 = 22

The shopkeep laughs at your bravado "Impressive as that is, yer in the wrong shop for that kind o yappin to be effective. See that head over there? Killed me that one back bout three months ago. Little sucker got let loose up in the mountains where I was diggin around in some forgotten ruin, and I had to put it down. Same thing happened to me too, thought it woulda disappeared like they usually do, but this time it left behind a corpse." He points to the head of a massive toadlike creature that you recognize as a Hezrou mounted on the wall, that oddly you didn't notice before. "Now, i'm always lookin for new oddities, or bodies to use for spellwork, so ya come to the right place. I don't pay with money however, instead allowing you to choose one item from my shop as payment. If that's fair with you, than we can do business. Otherwise, you might as well throw that corpse into the ocean, as no other shop on the island will buy it from ya."

"That would be an acceptable bargain." Mer pulls out the fresh corpse for the man to inspect. "Tell me what I can trade for it and we can start there."

** spoiler omitted **

To the shopkeep:

"I assume you keep up with local news, right? Did you hear about the attack at the 'highly secure' inn? "

"Ye kin pick any item o catches yer fancy." He says in response to your first question.

In answer to your second "Yea, I did, terrible trouble that. I have a feeling you two know more about it than I do though"

You wander around the shop, picking up this or that object and investigating each in turn. Many have magical auras, of all schools and strengths.(no artifacts though of course). Finally, after much perusal, you find a statue of a wizard that seems to draw your attention to it. You check out several other pieces, but you keep going back to that statue.

The statue does radiate magic, though strangely, no school is apparent.

"It's theoretically possible we were present at the time, but I was more curious as to what 'the word on the street' is, so to speak." Mer say's as he absently browses the merchants wares

Mer inspects the statue closely to determine it's abilities
SPellcraft 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (3) + 24 = 27

The shopkeeper, once a deal is settled upon, ducks into the back room again, though he continues to talk to you. "Listen, kid, you seem ok to me, but that pompous attitude won't get you far. The 'word on the street' is you and your pesduodragon along with your buddies, brought some of the most serious trouble this island has seen in several centuries." He pokes his head out to check on your progress, and notices you checking out the statue. "Ah, I've seen you've found 'the ex wife' statue. I call it that cuz the damn thing has given more trouble than some of me ex wives. I kin not for the life of me figure out what it does. Seems to be one o the stronger items i've ever run across, which is sayin sumthin, cuz I've seen some pretty powerful stuff in my day. Almost like the damnable thing purposefully avoids my attempts to learn what it does. If you take that off my hands, I'll break my rule, and I'll toss ya five thousand gold, plus a writ that allow your tiny friend access to an all you can eat fruit buffet"

Your not sure exactly what the statue does, as when you get close to figuring it out, the answers slip away from you. Yet, you get the strange sense that if you were being more honest in your attempt, you could figure it out.

Mer raises an eyebrow at the man's words. "These surface dwellers are odd."

still concentrating on the statue, "I am Drow" Mer say's in such a way as if it explains everything about his manner. "You'll have to forgive my mannerisms. In my homeland...' Mer pauses trying to think of the right word then eventually settles on "...humility isn't rewarded. Admittedly, I am confused by your willingness to not only part with such an item, but pay me to take it. Regardless though, I do like a challenge and you drive a hard bargain. I'll take your gold and the statue and even the fruit if your offer stands."

After leaving the shop mer still turns the statue over in his hand trying to figure out what it does.
To Pinky,"It's hardly a pompous attitude if it's true. *mental shrug* I almost had figured this out but something eludes me. I'll memorize Identify in the morning and give it a go again. So what would you like to do now?"

To self "How does one be more honest in an attempt to divine the uses of an item? I thought I was very honest about wanting to know what this does."

To Meridian: "Well, I guess we could try to track down that altruistic Captain of ours, he he. Do ya think this statue might be cursed or something like that? Maybe it's another trap left for us by ol' Barky. He really is a pain in the..."

To Pinky: "If it is I believe I have a fitting tribute for the captain." Mer thinks in a jovial tone.

Mer, give me a Int roll and a spellcraft check please

int 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
Spellcraft 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (13) + 17 = 30

Edit: Spellcraft should have been +24, so the final number is 37. My bad.

Meredian, your keen arcane insight leads you to believe that the illusion you normally wear to hide your Dark Elven heritage is somehow interfering with your ability to discover the full and true extent of what power lies within the statue.

Can I get Perception checks from my 'devout' trio?

Perception
1d20 + 15 ⇒ (7) + 15 = 22

Perception1d20 + 25 ⇒ (4) + 25 = 29

Well, that's not very good.

Meredian, your keen arcane insight leads you to believe that the illusion you normally wear to hide your Dark Elven heritage is somehow interfering with your ability to discover the full and true extent of what power lies within the statue.

Can I get Perception checks from my 'devout' trio?

I though that the illusion didn't work on the island?

Having a minor revelation Meredian finds a private place and drops his illusion revealing his true nature. He then concentrates and tries to determine the nature of the statue again (or the next day if needed).

Spellcraft 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (15) + 24 = 39

That protection has been temporarily suspended to help track down any more attackers. I meant to mention that before, sorry

Mer, you suddenly become aware of a presence within the statue once you reveal your true form. You realize the smartest thing to do would be to study it in much more detail in your 'room'. You make your away back to the inn, and once inside your rented room, enter your Magnificent Mansion. From there, you sit down at a table, and begin to study the statue more in depth. Your able to figure out that by saying several activation phrases in Undercommon, you can unlock the power within the figure. Doing so, a ghostly image of the wizard, now obviously a Drow, appears before you.

In Undercommon "Thank you freeing me. I have been trapped inside that infernal statue for several dozen centuries. Unfortunately few of our kind come to the surface and even fewer manage find me. None have had the intelligence to figure out how to release me. For doing that, I will use some of my formidable power to bend reality to my will and grant you your heart's desire. However, I am not omnipotent and thus have some limitations."

Perception: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (20) + 16 = 36

That protection has been temporarily suspended to help track down any more attackers. I meant to mention that before, sorry

Mer, you suddenly become aware of a presence within the statue once you reveal your true form. You realize the smartest thing to do would be to study it in much more detail in your 'room'. You make your away back to the inn, and once inside your rented room, enter your Magnificent Mansion. From there, you sit down at a table, and begin to study the statue more in depth. Your able to figure out that by saying several activation phrases in Undercommon, you can unlock the power within the figure. Doing so, a ghostly image of the wizard, now obviously a Drow, appears before you.

In Undercommon "Thank you freeing me. I have been trapped inside that infernal statue for several dozen centuries. Unfortunately few of our kind come to the surface and even fewer manage find me. None have had the intelligence to figure out how to release me. For doing that, I will use some of my formidable power to bend reality to my will and grant you your heart's desire. However, I am not omnipotent and thus have some limitations."

In undercommon, "Interesting. What are you offering exactly? For that matter what is your name, that could help?"

"You may call me Veldrin and I am offering you the power some of the mightiest arcanists posses to shape reality as they so desire. As I said, I am not all powerful and thus have some restrictions as to what I can do"

He's offering you Limited Wish. Also, feel free to make a Sense Motive check if you so desire.

Pinky watches the exchange with a look of seemingly disinterest...but in reality his mind is furiously working overtime.

Sense Motive 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (9) + 23 = 32

Sense motive 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

Not my strong suite.

"I never have been good at reading the meaning behind the words of others. However, I find when dealing with other drow to simply assume they don't have my best interests at heart. That being said I'd rather you not cast anything on me directly. However if you want to bend reality to your will and help figure out information about my current dilimea than I wouldn't object. Treerazers minions are after my compaions and I. Find out what his game is and consider your debt for freeing you paid. Sound fair?"