World's Most Interesting Confirmation (001) [PFS Standard 5-08] (Inactive)

Game Master Great Green God

"There is much to learn about this plane. I do wish to continue studying here."

The morning two days after saying their goodbyes to Uori, the party finds itself up before dawn (again!) in the still dismal-looking Pig's Paunch, the place were, according to Master of Scrolls, Grand Lodge Dean Kreighton Shaine the pathfinder Society got its start.

Seated on his customary table Dean Shaine pours over the reports brought to him by the Would-be Pathfinders.

Janira stands off to one side quietly awaiting the Dean's deliberations, blushing every time Hallimar speaks.

"So to be clear, you found the cave, and inside that cave you found a Gillman temple dedicated to Aroden, the Last Azlanti? Correct?"

"I believe the temple was constructed by humans long ago," Sidi corrects, "and the gillfolk appropriated it afterwards. The pilgrim we met cared nothing for Aroden, and said his people come to meditate in the pure waters of the cave. They come on the full moon when the waters are the highest, but I confess the discussion on the timing became a bit too arcane to follow."

Tawner nods as Sidi explains.

"So it was the waters that were magical, and the power of the Last First Human is broken and completely absent?" Asks the elven loremaster.

"No, actually. There was this remarkable little shrine to Aroden's Twelve Aspects. It taught me an alien language when I paid it homage, though Jag börjar glömma...I mean I'm starting to forget it. I would call that power!"

"And the dead man in the cave, why do you suppose he was there?"

Tawner looks at a page in his journal, then back to the page before, and then back to the page he was looking at. "Dead man...dead man...you mean the necromancer?"

"Was there another dead man in a cave?"

"Apparently, he was trying to raise an army...but wasn't very good at it."

"An army? To what end?"

"WORLD DOMINATION!" Garrapata adds in his very best evil villain voice.

"WORLD DOMINATION!" Garrapata adds in his very best evil villain voice.

"Try it like this..."

The ambient light dims as Fomalhaut's form becomes even taller and his terrible staring eye becomes even more intense in its glow. There is a sudden gust of wind and distant peal of thunder from somewhere outside.

"WWWWOOOOOOOOOOORRRLD DOMINATIOOOONNNNN! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

"Yes. I see. Well then. It all seems to be in order. Well done. Well done to you all. I will put in a recommendation to see that you are all elevated to the rank of full Society Member in Good-Standing." He removes his spectacles and hops to the floor.

On his way out he stops and turns. "Oh. As this is your group's discovery have you given any thought to what name you'd like to give the caves. It's Society custom that the foremost authorities on a subject name the site of their exploration if there is not a proper name for it already.

"Master Shaine, There was also a small band of Kobolds who tried to appropriate the caves as their lair. It might be advisable to send a contingent on occasion to ensure more creatures do not try and harm the gillfolk."

Hallimir gestures towards Janira, "And I believe Janira can attest to the Minotaur population in the area.

As for the name, hmm. How about something like 'Aroden's lost cove'"

Tawner claps Hallimir on the back. "Aroden's lost cove. I like it. You've done a fine job on this quest, Hallimir. I'm sure your father would be proud as well."

Hallimir smiles slightly at the cleric.
"Thank you Tawner, That means a great deal. I am also sure that it is safe to say that I would not have survived if not for you...do not doubt your abilities in the future and you will do well."

I Would also like to complete one of my faction missions.

.Forgo your Downtime to reinforce your political connections. Doing so requires a successful Knowledge (local) or Knowledge (nobility) check (DC = 15 + your character level).

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

"Well done, all. I shall add the name 'Aroden's Lost Cove' to my notes."

"Um," Sidi clears his throat, "It is not a cove, though. Unless you are suggesting the cove itself wandered off and got lost..." He chuckles to himself at the visual.

"'Aroden's Retreat?' 'Aroden's Sanctum?' 'Aroden's Labyrinth?' 'Aroden's Bathhouse?'"

"Oo, oo, oo! I got one! I got one! 'Aroden's Temple of Doom!'" Janira says, and snaps her bullwhip for emphasis.

The Dean giver her a look with those overly-appraising elven eyes.

"Oh, er, sorry. Not my find. I'll just stand over here then, shall I? Meep."

The Dean glances down to his wrist sundial.

"I like Bathhouse."

"How about "The Gillwoman's Moist Soaking Hole?" Garrapata adds.

"... ... No."

"'Moist' is one of those words nobody likes, isn't it...."

"I hate 'pleasure,' personally...feels like somebody's trying to pull my spine straight out of my back."

"Well, it isn't me. I have a bit of an aversion to 'banana.' It just feels like it goes on and on with no certainty of when it should stop. Even I get vertigo...."

Lydia looks directly at Fomalhaut. "What about when somebody rolls their 'Rs' in an exaggerated attempt to sound like they're speaking with an accent they obviously don't know how to speak properly? EWWWWWWWW!!!"

"EWWWWWWWW!!!" Exclaims Fomalhaut at exactly the same time as Lydia.

They embrace and share a moment of laughter.

Janira looks pained for some reason.

Looking slightly annoyed, Dean Shaine taps and shakes his sundial, before putting it to his ear to listen.

It sounds like we've more or less settled on "Aroden's Bathhouse."

"Right! 'Aroden's Boathouse'. Got it. I'm off!" Dean Shaine says and bolts through the doorway.

Airyn looks between everyone with a look of confusion.

Then slowly crosses off another line on his parchment.