Broken Golarion

Game Master Monkeygod

Godwyn looked at the necromancer’s outstretched hand. He hated to admit it, but the man was pleasant. Likeable, even. But all things considered, it seemed like he had little choice in this matter. He was here, by fate or design. And there appeared to be so many great evils to face, that this was negligible by comparison.

He shook the man’s hand. ”Loc, is it? I hope so too. That is a good promise to make.”

To clarity, necromancy in this setting isn’t “OMG evil, right? Just bad stigma and usually used for evil?

Mechanically, yes. Were not going to make you go atone for joining the party. Socially, being a necromancer prompts wildly different reactions depending on who you're talking to.

Yea, you'll be fine(more or less) as long as there's no actual violations of Paladin codes, or Loc(or others) does something truly evil

Penshi shoots the stable boy a look that says to behave. "We can't tell you how or why or who brought you back to life, because we do not know."

Lian smiles, I do believe we're ready as we're going to be

Hellknights ho!

The Stable Boy rolls his eyes at your host, but obeys and says nothing more.

Eager to get away from the annoying stable boy, Drystan leads the way out of the bar, though he doesn't really know where he's heading. We can figure that out once we get into the streets.

Earlier:

"No, by "that kind of paladin" I mean someone that demands to know what god someone worships, and is quick to draw their blade if they get an answer they do not like. There are more than enough active evils in this world without having to actively look for more."

Now:

As the group prepares to leave, Karen rolls up her maps and stows them carefully in her pack. She then nods in thanks to Penshi and heads outside.

”You mean the only kind of the paladin? Or would you prefer to hold hands and sing songs with followers of Zon-Kuthon? There are some deities which are evil, and only the truly depraved would follow them. When it comes to such depravity, an open mind is like a fortress, with its gates unbarred and walls unmanned. Or, would you welcome a follower of Zon-Kuthon into your household?” He sounded genuinely offended. Unlike the player, who is not ;)

Outside, the Stable Boy (who used to be inside) pokes at another recently risen body. HEY! WE GOT A LATE ARRIVAL! he calls back into the Inn.
Cue our wayward bleeding heart. :)

”Speak of the devil. Godwyn muttered under his breath. At this point he half expected a follower of the lord-of-pain to walk in, covered in self-inflicted wounds and promises of only torturing evil people.

He is a nobleman...so he really isn’t used to any of this

The form the Stable boy pokes at lies fetal & even smaller than him. Draped in voluminous robes, a dusky-toned arm swats at the prodding appendage as an indecipherable mutter spills forth.

"wat?"

Straightening to an almost painfully upright seated posture she directs a doleful yet bleary glare towards him. "wie?"
"waar?" She continues as she casts her gaze about herself, taking in her surroundings.

Almost immediately, a lithe form pokes it's head from within the robes. At first glance, you can't tell if it is a furred snake or something equally bizarre, only that it seems composed of flickering light & shadow. Movements quick & inquisitive, it also assesses the immediate surroundings before turning it's attention to it's comparatively larger host.

"Ḩ̷̫̪̖͔͎̘͇̼̱͓̠̝̣̺̺̙͠e̶̡̠̦͓̯͚̯̮̬̩̖̫̙̱͝ͅͅ ̸̡̢̫̲͉̳̙̭̺̲̞̥̦̘͘ͅͅp̟̲̬͈̱̖̩̲̫̯̯͘͟r̷̨̡̤͓͉̹̣̙͈̣̬̹̻̀͢ǫ̶̸̟̟̩̙̗͠ͅb̧̡̰̬͈̥̱͙͉̝̺͢͜͞ ͕͉̙̺̺̘̳ḁ̵̴̭̥̱̥͓̞̙̫͖͢b̶̧̡͉̠̝̱͈̱̮̪̹̩̜͔̘̣͟ͅl̷̻̱͉̥̗̻̲̠̦͍̤͔̬̦̲̳̕͢͠ͅỳ̷̧̬̝̼͖͚̦̦ ̶̢͉̩̳̺͔̦̺͍͞c̷̸̶̩͇͕̠͉̯̞͚̹̪̘̹͜ͅà̛̦̖̗̰͈̟͙̦̺n̶̵̨̧̡̘̬̭͖̗̭̲̩̙̰̼͔̗̮͚'̶̝̘̯̥̪̪̥͟͢͝t ͏̵̵͉̹͙̪̘͈̠͕͖̼̘̻̀͝ͅ ̷̷̨̝̻ͅu̬̮̤̮͓̥͖̘͇̭̼̟̗͎͘͞ǹ̸̳̖̤̞̩̱̮͚̠̜̺͉̞̳̗͔̤͝͠ͅd̨͖̞̯͍͇̙̪͉̘̮͔̲̥̜̖͘e̴̸̜̜̠̳̼̟͚͟ ̮̪̬̙ͅŗ҉̘͕̟̟̖̬̝͎̮̬̪s̵҉̛̭̱̯͙̭̕͞t͏̵̡̻̮̩̳͖̣̬̞͉̳̘̤̝̜a̧̢̺͈̪̫͈̮̺̥̳̝̺̝̱͚̱̮͘͜͠ͅǹ͕͜ ̹̙̳̞̠̞̣͎̞̻̯ͅd̢̛̗̫̙̟̳̪ ̴̱̮̙̖̥̙̝̲̮͔̠̹̲͜y̵̧͍̬͇̝̣͖̖̯̜̩̗̫̜̺̰̼ó̴̷̤̘̩̤͉̫͢u̴̷̡̬͓͙͓̺̗͘,̢͔͕̱̬̥͈̯̪̭̲̝̝͠ ̢͍̩̤̗̠̘͕̩̞̲̀͜l͡҉͝҉̲̤̥͙̮͙̹͍̣̻͔̤o͏҉͏҉͔̣̹̳͎̰̰͎̟̙̬͉v̛̥̦̯̠͎̦̟̫̗̦͜͠e̛̙̪̣͙̜.̛̛͈̗͢͡ ̪̤̣̦̳̩̮͓̘̹̦̻̭̝̼"

Clearly somewhat annoyed by her 'pet's' commentary, she rolls her eyes before rather pointedly directing her attention at her assailant. Ticking each point off with a finger as she makes it, "Who are you?"
"Where are we?"
"Why am I here?"

Annoyed by the tone the discussion is taking, Ametist is about to leave and do something more constructive, like peeing or the like, when news of a new revenant reach his ears. He goes there just to check. "What is she saying?"

The Stable boy returns Anafa's gesture just like he did with Godwyn just minutes earlier, "The Stable Boy. Augustana. No idea."

He then looks to Ametist, "She's confused and asking the normal questions. Just like you did a few minutes ago.

"'THE STABLE BOY', is a title, or a job description," the Halfling woman rebuts tartly, "not a name-"
The sudden presence of this new... being pre-empts further retort as her eyes widen in startled concern.

"I don't agree, but that is not really important."

It is too! It's the same as Garcio, or Ippokomos, or Koniuch or any other language you please.
Now, stop being grumpy and go with Ametist here. This is not a bed you want to wake up on the wrong side of. After all, it's the first day of the rest of your life!
He smiles and skips out of the stable toward his pumpkin-seat near the Cup.

Godwyn walked over to the halfling, and put a hand on her shoulder. "Welcome. My name is Godwyn. I and my comrade here are paladins." In his experience, saying that either got people to try and kill him, or it calmed them down. Either way, it was worth saying saying. "You are among friends now. Come with us, we will explain everything on the way." He glanced at the stable boy as he said this, eager to get her out of here before the creature's acidic tongue could burn her.

After explaining the situation, Godwyn asked her:

"...and that is all I know. Now, would you please introduce yourself?"

"Lian Brook, diplomat," the Kitsune introduces herself.

Are the words the stable boy used essentially 'stable Boy' in other languages and if so, what other Golarion languages were they? Or at least were they in one of the languages Yamyra speaks?

At the crusader's words her eyes widen. Turning to Ametist with fresh surmise, "I apologise, though I have encountered few Paladins, I have never met one who was of your stripe. I fear from where I hail, your kind are considered just another Goblin pest."
"Agustana? In Taldor? What word have you of Varisia?" She flicks her attention back to the departing backside of the stable boy before attending once more to the crusader's tale. At his query she replies, "Yamyra, field research, Magnimar chapter house."

Yes, they are all "stable boy" or something roughly equivalent. You can have get recognize them if you want.

"My name is Karen." says Karen as she extends her hand to Yamyra.

Half way to his pumpkin the Stable Boy stops, looks back at the stable and jogs over to a stall two spaces to the right of Yamyra's. HEY PENCHI! WE GOT ANOTHER ONE! I THINK YOU NEED TO HAVE A TALK TO SOMEBODY! THIS BATCH IS ALL SCATTERED AND CRAP!
Cue Zorakir.
He grabs a pitchfork that was leaning on the post next to the stall and heads in. You can hear him calling, "Wakey Wakey, sleepy head!" in a sing-song voice.

Zorakir opens his eyes and bursts out of a pile of hay, he begins to frantically pat down down his body as if he was putting out a flame.

Pulling away his hands in pain, his hands were torn open, oozing thick ichorous blood. His body was covered in thorns, thorns that weren't there before.

What sorcerery is this? is this the will of the gods?

He looks up at the man, staring at his lips.
"I'm deaf." Zorakir mutters with muffled, raspy voice.

Just about to walk out the gate, Sir Drystan stops and turns. "More? Well, that's inconvenient. But who can know the plans of the gods?" he says, wearily. This no-longer-dead thing is finally starting to get to him.

Penshi appears in the doorway, and smiles warmly at the new comers. "If I knew who to talk to, boy, I would. Now, my friends, come inside and have something to eat. The others are going to try and get some sort of help, save for Karen. If she doesn't mind, maybe she can fill you in on all that's happening."

"I fear from where I hail, your kind are considered just another Goblin pest."

"Hey, what do you mean with 'goblin pest'?"

Ametist starts to understand just how hard this will be for him...

Rubbing her chin in obvious contemplation of Ametist's words, Yamyra sighs. "How best might I put this...
One of the first field assignments my team & I received in our efforts to counter the forces of Karzoug involved an encounter with a small gang of Goblins who had taken up residence within the sewers of Magnimar. They were...
...not atypical of others I have studied in the region. Perhaps your clan or tribe observe different customs? I must conclude so, how else to explain your becoming a Paladin as your comrade stated," nodding toward Godwyn.

Yes, I know Godwyn was referring to Sir Drystan, but I was playing it that he must have been referring to the only other person besides herself & 'Stable Boy' that had made a comment yet. If you haven't noticed, Yamyra's low Wisdom comes out most commonly as a tendency to make incorrect snap judgments.

"I would be happy to explain what is going on while the others go and arrange for our travel papers." Karen again rolls out the map and begins explaining the geo-political landscape of Golarion.

"Yes, I understand that my lower cousins sometimes seem a little bit annoying." Ametist makes a salutation gesture. "I am Ametist. How best might I put this..." Ametist takes a shorter pause than Yamira. "When my territory and Sandpoint was threatened by stone giants, we went to offer the humans some help and a coordinate defense. Instead, we were attacked on sight and later ambushed and driven right under a giants' exploration party's feet." The he tends his hand. "But I guess all hobgoblins are bad people, so that really doesn't matter." He genuinely shakes Yamira's hand, if she offers her. "Let's just try not to use... some words, if you please, deal? We're here in the same boat... literally."

Lian just smiles at the interaction, pleased to see words at work.

Godwyn was pleased that Karen and Ametist were getting along. If he wasn't mistaken, both seemed to have goblinoid blood. But neither harbored evil in their hearts. This was proof, if any was needed, that evil was not something one was born with. It was a choice.

Which left the other new comer. Godwyn looked at the man who proclaimed that he was deaf. The man, was, without a doubt, evil. He suppressed a sigh. Evil came in all types, and much of it was close to harmless. Some people were self-serving, some were greedy, others were cowards. It did not mean that everyone with evil in their hearts were baby eating monsters. He reminded himself, once again, that his gift of sensing evil was not a license to kill, or even to make a final judgement. It was a tool, to give a first impression. Evil was a choice. Just as anyone could fall, so too could they rise.

Looking at the man, his stomach churned. Hs skin was a sickly pale bronze, covered in black veins. He had sunken eyes. Worst of all, jagged vines ran through his body, bursting forth as needles. It looked incredibly painful.

Walking over to him, Godwyn put his hand on the man's shoulder. Gently he said "Can you hear me? Your injures are...severe. If you lie still, I can try to heal you."

Godwyn has Flesh Made True Action (You are able to cure a target's maimings, blindings, poisons, mutilations, and birth defects by sight once per round. This does not heal hit point damage, but it can restore lost limbs and crippled functionality.)

He would use this on your character out of principle. But, I don't want to change anyone's character without your consent. So pausing the scene, so you can stop Godwyn if you want to.

His "injuries" are caused by pact with a deity and training to become more plant-like. While we have godly powers, I'm not sure if our power can circumvent a more powerful deity.

Zorakir, looks up man in bewilderment. He had never seen a man covered in so much metal. He was in a strange land surrounded by people he didn't know. He remain silent, using this time to ready his lips.

Injuries? Severe? What happened to me?

Zorakir looks into the eyes of the stranger,"where am I, who are you and where is my treant companion?" His voice was raspy, as if deprived for days without water.

He reached for his spear, using to hoist himself up and rest his weight against. Now he was in clearview of the crowd

"I am Godwyn. Hold still, while I do what I can for you. My companions will fill you in while I get to work..."

Godwyn will use Flesh Made True Action (You are able to cure a target's maimings, blindings, poisons, mutilations, and birth defects by sight once per round. This does not heal hit point damage, but it can restore lost limbs and crippled functionality.)

If that doesn't work, he will commit effort for the scene to use Ender of Plagues (Commit Effort for the scene. Cure all diseases and poisonings within sight. If the Effort is expended for the day, the range of the cure extends to a half-mile around the hero, penetrates walls and other barriers, and you become immediately aware of any disease-inducing curses or sources of pestilence within that area.)

If neither of those work, then he will have to admit that this is beyond him. Will wait for player and/or GM decision on what happens

He recoils from Godwyn, "Stay back! I wish not to be violated." He begins to take in his surroundings, noticing a lack of nature, only stone and brick.

"This place can't be Eleder nor Bloodcove, too cold not humid enough. Is this place Port Peril? I have an important mission that I must get on with, the very people of Garund and Golarion depend on it." His tone quickly change from bewilderment to that of vexation.

Godwyn took a step back, eyeing the man warily. "Calm now. I understand your confusion. Here, walk with us and we will explain everything as best we can. And should you wish for me to attempt to heal your wounds, you need but ask."

He continues to watch the man's lips, taking in what words he speaks to him."Alright, that is fair I must admit. The last thing I remember was being fed psychotropic mushrooms and a burning sensation. I was pleaing to the deities, begging for it to stop and now here I am."

"I must admit, I feel different. Like I awoke from a dream or am in a different body. What wounds do you speak off? I don't feel hurt." Zorakir heads off to the nearest trough, hoping to wash his face and peer into the reflection of the water.

There is a trough off to the side near the pumpkins where the Stable Boy is now sitting on a chair-like pumpkin and pretending to nap. You didn't see him move.

"Wait, Sandpoint?! You were there?!" Yamyra's focus on Ametist's words becomes almost avaricious, "Lady Heidmarch & I had suspected that the destruction of that town might well have been the first, un-proclaimed, action in Overlord Karzaug's campaign to conquer Varisia."
"Tell me everything you can about it, please." She quickly rummages through her pack for quill, ink & paper.
Further contemplating his words, she adds. "I'm afraid it might not have been the best first choice for an attempt at alliance. Even in Magnimar, Sandpoint had a bit of a reputation for...
let's just say narrow-mindedness..."

Ametist tries to offer the explanations Yamyra demands. "Well, I was close to, didn't get to technically enter the town." He sits in a barrel while Godwyn is introducing the new one. "From what I learned from Lian's explanations, the stone giants I met were led by this Overlord you're talking about, or manipulated by him. They overran our settlement and were directed towards Sandpoint, but I don't know if they finally got there. We were ambushed and driven back by someone called Shalelu Whatever and then the giants killed us."

Pausing for a moment, Ametist looks around. "My clan had always been in peace with the giants and, at the time, we didn't understand what had happened. Now I know." He offers a bit more information he hadn't revealed before. "We feel at home in caves and mountains, similar to dwarves, and I myself was studying to master the dominance over the sacred Element. I was but a novice, but after my return, I feel more powerful..."

"Well it seems out merry band if getting larger. Any wizard worth his salt knows that the more people between you and the enemy the better. At least the gentleman who woke up leaking does not seem like the type to be against my necromantic arts."

Loc will walk over and offer him a handkerchief from his pocket. "You can keep that my good sir. Will help get the.... actually I'll take that back when you are done. Never hurts to have a sample."

"If I may as well my friends, let us walk and talk. We have important tasks to get done and we are burning daylight. I still need to pick up supplies before we head out. I'll even throw in dinner on me. We can share stories of how we were all butchered in detail. Pretend it's our own wake. Really make a night out of it!"

He was also thinking about how much he enjoyed the word overlord. Tyrant was such a barbaric name. Now the Whispering Overlord! That would be classy.

"As long as there's no more dancing chicken." the Drystan says, with a shake of his head.

Completely out of character, I love Loc. He’s a great character

"Loc, if you and Lian want to take the others and get the travel documentation all taken care of, I'll explain the situation to our new recruit." pausing, Karen listens outside for a moment and then says "Make that recruits."

"More of a steak guy? Sorry, not to great at making those dance, especially when they are well done. If you like fish I can make one do a mean jig!"

Paladins always made the best straight men for a nice routine.

"Sounds like a good idea to me Karen."

"Powerful? Yamra contemplates Ametist's words. 'hmm"

He stared into the filthy water of the trough, awestriken hardly able to believe what the water reflected.

By the eldest! I'm a monster, a twisted image of the brutality of nature or some horrid creature from the unseelie court. Is this what the cannibals did to me? No, they must of played a part, did I cry out to Zon-Kuthon in my dying breath? Tortured and twist, that's his game.

Unable to hear what the strange group were saying, Zorakir merely reflected on this thoughts. Horrified with what he had become, yet he was alive after all.

There's always a price, and when you make a deal with a deity you must pay up. The day I met that druid from the order of the Shades of the Uskwood ultimately saved me. Maybe there is power in this form?

Lian nods to Karen, In your capable hands, then.

Then a glance at Anafa, Powerful without a doubt. Among Kitsune, tails grow with ability. I did not have nine before awakening

With that, Brook takes her companions who are tagging along to go visit the Hellknights.

Lian leads the group through the city to the Hellknight embassy, a foreboding fortress like structure atop a large hill. Making their to the massive gates, she shows the guard the token from Penshi, and they are escorted inside to a small waiting room off to the side.

After about twenty minutes, a woman sans the sword, and the undead, lol who is clearly some sort of warrior, walks in. "Greetings, I am Maralictor Kayla, I hear you bear a token from the Cup."