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Game Master JASON RODARTE

"No, he wasn't conscious - and yes, I guess there was a lot of blood loss? It was a stomach wound... And no, I didn't see the actual mugging." The halfling seems morose to not be more helpful.

"No, he wasn't conscious - and yes, I guess there was a lot of blood loss? It was a stomach wound... And no, I didn't see the actual mugging." The halfling seems morose to not be more helpful.

"Do you have a name of the Greycloak and can you give us a detailed description?"

I think we've got all the important information, let's find witness number two!

Assuming we'll need to find the witness the same way:
Diplomacy (Perform Oratory): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (19) + 14 = 33

The little gnome just shakes his head as he hears about what took place.

Uldar is able to charm people until he is eventually told that Friar Horace is one of the brewers at Erastil's Alehouse. The Alehouse is a thriving brewery and alehouse run by monks of Erastil. Located near the edge of the Avenue of the Hopeful, it’s currently a challenge to enter, with a mob of followers of a would-be-god crowding around the entrance hoping to catch a glimpse of the future godling drinking a swig of ale. A monk stands at the entrance blocking the path of some of the more aggressive followers who are trying to squeeze into the alehouse.

As you approach, the monk at the entrance looks up with a frustrated expression on his face. “I’m sorry, my friends, but the Alehouse is a mite full at the moment.”

Uldar is able to charm people until he is eventually told that Friar Horace is one of the brewers at Erastil's Alehouse. The Alehouse is a thriving brewery and alehouse run by monks of Erastil. Located near the edge of the Avenue of the Hopeful, it’s currently a challenge to enter, with a mob of followers of a would-be-god crowding around the entrance hoping to catch a glimpse of the future godling drinking a swig of ale. A monk stands at the entrance blocking the path of some of the more aggressive followers who are trying to squeeze into the alehouse.

As you approach, the monk at the entrance looks up with a frustrated expression on his face. “I’m sorry, my friends, but the Alehouse is a mite full at the moment.”

"We're here to speak to Friar Horace. It's a matter of life and death as he witnessed a robbery which is also linked to at least one homicide. His account could potentially enable us to protect the community from this robber and murderer."

"Who's the aspirant?"

"Who's the aspirant?"

The monk snorts derisively. "Some young interloper who believes that he has found a form of drunken foolishness that Cayden Cailean hasn't. Bad morals making dumb folks who'll just make trouble before the Starstone gives him the whuppin' he deserves."

"We're here to speak to Friar Horace. It's a matter of life and death as he witnessed a robbery which is also linked to at least one homicide. His account could potentially enable us to protect the community from this robber and murderer."

The monk nods sympathetically at Uldar's rationale and arranges for you to meet with Friar Horace in the alley behind the alehouse.

Friar Horace is a thin, precise man with a hawkish nose. His description of events is precise and to the point. “Aye, I saw what happened; they attacked that Pathfinder right over there,” the friar says as he makes a curt gesture to a patch of dirt in the alley behind the alehouse. “They were wearing gray cloaks, but I don’t think they were guards. Your friend was holding her own, but then someone shot her from that rooftop.”

He makes another precise gesture pointing to a building across the alley. “I called out for Brothers Ellis and Freel and grabbed my staff, but by the time I got outside, it was all over. We were able to help your friend back into the alehouse and Brother Freel went to fetch the Graycloaks. I didn’t see what happened to the relic your friend was carrying—they must have grabbed it while I was getting my staff. When Brother Freel tried to follow the thugs, he found their cloaks discarded at the delivery entrance to the bakery. After that, things open up to the market proper and it’s almost impossible to follow anyone out there.”

“They were wearing gray cloaks, but I don’t think they were guards. Your friend was holding her own, but then someone shot her from that rooftop.”

He makes another precise gesture pointing to a building across the alley.

"We'll have to search that rooftop for clues!"

Uldar uses his anytool to create a climbing aid and climbs up to the rooftop.

Climb: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

"How is the man who was mugged? Is he OK?"

Cloudia will also make a suggestion.

"We should check out the bakery. Perhaps someone there saw them when they dumped their cloaks."

Uldar unfolds handles and telescopes the pole until it creates a fairly servicable ladder, which he's able to swiftly climb to the roof top - but he's unable to notice anything once he's up there.

Friar Horace shrugs at Cloudia's question. "The man was pretty out of it when I spoke with 'im - seemed like something knocked the sense clean out of him, so wasn't much info to get - I think I saw more than he did, from trying to talk to him. Bakery's that way, if you want to check it out."

I'll also take perception checks from anyone who wants to join Uldar on the roof, and from anyone who wants to go check out the bakery.

Bakery Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 4

Cloudia is no more perceptive than the average Joe, and fails to pick up anything more than the officials that investigated the scene already have. She does buy a soft pretzel at the bakery though.

perception bakery: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

While Cloudia has her heads in the clouds, Uldar does discover a small slip of paper between two bricks with in the bakery entrance. The paper cryptically reads “Barnel—Noon, Pitview Pub.”

Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

"Pitview Pub, sounds familiar, but I can't place it."

Kn Local untrained: 1d20 ⇒ 13

"Well, I could ask around. Not much of a bar-hopper myself."

pb[ I am not the most social of being either. That is why we have a bard with us [/b] he remarks.,

Mao and Lukian, can you help searching for clues? (Two perception checks, one at the rooftop and one at the bakery)

Mao climbs up on the roof and looks for clues to aid in the investigation.

Perception, Roof: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

perception at the bakery as he looks for cherry empanadas

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

While the siren call of cherry empanadas proves too much for Lukian's multitasking abilities, Mao heads up to the roof and notices something that Uldar didn't - an unused arrow that had fallen between roof tiles.

He will purchase a dozen of the sweet treats :)

While the siren call of cherry empanadas proves too much for Lukian's multitasking abilities, Mao heads up to the roof and notices something that Uldar didn't - an unused arrow that had fallen between roof tiles.

"Cool, you've fond something!"

Uldar examines the arrow.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Uldar sees some sort of... Goop? Liquid? Slime? on the head of the arrow, but his knowledge of nature is not enough to identify what it is.

After joining with the others she asks, "has any of you heard of Pitview Pub? Uldar found a note that could have belonged to the thugs with that name on it. Before you ask, I have no idea what that stuff on the arrow is, though a good alchemist can probably find out."

Uldar sees some sort of... Goop? Liquid? Slime? on the head of the arrow, but his knowledge of nature is not enough to identify what it is.

"Doesn't look tasty."

Munching on a cherry empanada the gnome comes up and states, mouth full of the goodness, I am an alchemist

Munching on a cherry empanada the gnome comes up and states, mouth full of the goodness, I am an alchemist

Whooops, totally missed that or I would have botted you.

Again, the siren call of the empanadas seems to have addled Lukian's wits - he also is not able to quite put his finger on what might be smeared across the arrow's tip.

Still have one more witness that you could try to chase down.

"Off to the final witness!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (12) + 14 = 26

Cloudia will pause to ask about the whereabouts of the Pitview Pub as they travel.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

People do know of Jarid Moltwin and his stall in the God's Market, named Estelle’s Last Hope Mercantile - but no one you talk to has heard of the Pitview Pub.

From Erastil's Alehouse, you cut through an alley to head towards the God's Market - but as you're about halfway down the ramshackle way, a pair of rough-and-tumble gentlemen step out of the shadows to block your way, each holding crossbows, and one of them holding a rope with a large dog on the end of it.

"Know what happens to nosy people?" one of them yells down the alley. "They lose their noses!"

They're not being sneaky, so no surprise round.

Cloudia: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
Lukian: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Mao: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Uldar: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Kanebti: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Thug: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Dog: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

The man holding the dog scoffs at his companion. "What a terrible threat," he mutters as he drops the rope and fires a bolt at Mao.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 3

As the arrow strikes Mao, the cut stings and burns.

Mao Fortitude: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Thankfully, his years of physical training makes him able to resist the effects of the (presumably) poison.

Kanebti
Lukian, Cloudia, Mao
Dog, Thug
Uldar

Out comes Cloudia's wand and up goes bless.

"You played 'gothcha nose' too much as a child."

The little gnome also pulls out a wand and taps himself and mage armor protects him.

Mao runs forward and tries to anticipate the enemies' actions.

Readying a trip combat maneuver if an enemy comes within melee.

The dog comes rushing towards Mao, who neatly sweeps the legs and flips the dog rolling onto it's back. The dog snaps at the monk from the ground, getting a solid grip on Mao's leg.

Attack: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 2 - 4 = 18
Confirm: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 2 - 4 = 2
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

The other thug raises his crossbow as well and shoots for the monk - unfortunately, he doesn't seem to have the steady aim of his companion.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 7

Kanebti
Lukian, Cloudia, Mao [-8 hp]
Dog, Thug
Uldar

"We don't have a dog in this fight!"

Uldar starts a performance and moves closer to Mao

"Hey! No puns!"

The first thug reloads and shoots at Uldar, but is unable to hit the bard.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 8

Kanebti
Lukian, Cloudia, Mao [-8 hp]
Dog, Thug
Uldar

Cloudia eyes the sewer drain, nervously eyeing it as if half-expecting something to hurtle out of it and attack her. Seeing nothing, she turns her attention to the dog, pulls out her wand of magic missile, and pegs it. She is now standing there with a wand in each hand.

MM damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

The monk takes a careful step and unleashes a series of punches and kicks at the downed dog.

Flurry 1: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Flurry 2: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Damage 1: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Damage 2: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Sorry. Forgot to include the bonus from the bardic performance. So +1 to attack and damage rolls.

Between the magic missile and Mao's impeccable form, the dog goes down after the first punch from the monk. One of the mooks cries out as the dog's eyes roll back.

Kanebti
Lukian, Cloudia, Mao [-8 hp]
Thug
Uldar

Between the magic missile and Mao's impeccable form, the dog goes down after the first punch from the monk. One of the mooks cries out as the dog's eyes roll back.

Mao can use the extra attack to throw a shuriken, so the nice roll is not wasted! :-)

Mao can use the extra attack to throw a shuriken, so the nice roll is not wasted! :-)

Agreed.

Mao tosses a shuriken casually into the unnamed thug for 1d2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 1 = 4 damage.

Botting Lukian

Emboldened by Uldar's song, Lukian pulls out his crossbow and fires a shot at the same one that Mao has damaged with his shuriken.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 4 + 1 + 1 = 26
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Confirm: 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 4 + 1 + 1 = 25
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

The shot takes the man dead between the eyes and he goes down instantly.

Kanebti
Lukian, Cloudia, Mao [-8 hp], Uldar

Wow! Lukian IS more efficient when botted!

Uldar continues his performance.

"Looks like you don't have a dog in this fight anymore either! Maybe you'd better surrender before you get hurt too!"

Uldar points at the two downed foes while intimidating the last enemy

intimidate: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 23

With the sudden onset of violence and the seeming gnome sharpshooter, the thug throws down his weapon and takes off the opposite way down the alley, seeming all to eager to never repeat this again.

You all will have time to heal up - just advancing to keep us moving along. Loot is studded leather, club, light crossbow with 20 bolts

You are able to follow the direction's to Jarid Moltwin's stall without any further... interruptions. On the front of this stall, a large sign proclaims “Estelle’s Last Hope Mercantile.” A smaller sign below, obviously in a different hand, advertises “All merchandise verified authentic,” and in even smaller text below that is written “No Refunds.” The stall is filled with a variety of unique items bearing various claims, each less likely that the last. “Cayden Cailean’s Lost Loincloth” sits on a shelf next to a clumsily preserved, half-eaten apple claiming to have been discarded by Norgorber on the day of his ascension.

A rotund Qadiran man grins widely at you as you approach. "My friends! Keen eyes you have, to find the one stall packed full of true relics in this whole market! You've had your eyes drawn to the Lucky Drunk's beloved loincloth, lost in a night of debauchery within the Savored Sting's temple? Or maybe a feather plucked from an azata for the beautiful lady?"

Knowledge Nature: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

"Wow, that azata must have been shapeshifted into a seagull when they picked that feather!" Uldar jokes.

"But we're actually not here to buy any of your fine goods, but to continue our investigation into the god's market lethal robbings, we understand you might be able to help us. Maybe even earn the rumored reward for the golden tip."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 14 = 28

Know nature 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

LOL, the gnome is more effective when he is botted than when I am rolling him :)

Taking a look at the feather the gnome gets a big grin on his face. What a beautiful feather that is. I wonder if it has secret magic powers or if you need a secret magic word in order to use it he asks, a knowing grin on his face.

All I could think of is Bupu from Dragonlance and her secret magic word