GL's Shattered Star. (Inactive)

Game Master Grandlounge

Von-Dai you muscles begin to burn hot as fire. The pain seems to be giving way to weakness. Though this strain seems to take its time with its victims.

Onset : 1d3 ⇒ 3

Darjiah turns towards the group "Do we have 100 gold, because I can't think of anything nice that I have that he would be interested and I only have 10 gold"

"We have a lot of very expensive wine. I think this bottle is about 100GP."

Elendar scoffs. "We can't give away that wine. It's for the Pathfinder Society!"

"I'm lucky I still have 27 after buying equipment so I can live. "

There are a few obvious options here pay with the wine, try to lie and pay with something else cheaper, try to beat it our of him (with a cop present for whatever complication that adds), or walk away and try to find another source. I'm open to other solutions. If I have to votes for an option I will go ahead with that.

I think is see one for and one against using the wine.

You have bottle of carrying prices so you could buff a cheaper bottle of bassically any value.

"Just give him the wine"

Darjiah says "I'm sure the society will understand, give him the bottle."

“Nuthin’ in th’Shadow gits by me good peeper!” as he taps the sallow cheek under his non-clouded eye.

"I admits that I seen her lurking about in a nearby building—and that she’s no longer hangin' out with the Tower Girls. In fact, she seemed to be doing her best to hide from 'em. The shacks down the street small piece of crap nothing like 'ere. Down the street 10 block, right 2 then left one you will find it. Its the one the smells like a sewer."

He releases his grip and goes back into his hovel to drink the best wine of his life.

After following the directions:

Natalya’s new hideout has seen better days. Its clapboard sides are dark with mildew and marred by scorch marks. In places fire has gutted portions of the roof’s mosscovered tile shingles, but the building appears to be structurally intact. The building stands near the stark wall of the Seacleft, and scree from several decades of minor rockfalls has piled up along its southern face. The structure was built over a group of collection pools in the city’s early sewers, and when its interior was gutted, the floors collapsed into the septic system below.

Von-Dai eyes Fenster's back as though strongly considering planting a dagger in it, then curses and turns away with the others. "I wish I'd prepared a cantrip to get this filth off of me. Gah, it feels like the filth is burning into my muscles and weakening me as we walk."

Von-Dai, knowing nothing about healing, has no idea he may have contracted some sort of illnes from the man.

One look at Natalya's hideout, however, and he groans. "Seriously? How does a rundown, derelict structure like this exist in Magnimar? I heard nothing about this when I was growing up here. What does the Lord Mayor do all day, sit on his arse and pick his nose?"

Natalya shoots Von Dai a glare "You've got a lot to learn if you think everyone lives in a hoity toity house like the one you grew up in. Most people prefer to torn a blind eye to areas like these, and all the better, they don't need 'em" she takes a second to compose herself after the freak out then turns to the door and will check for traps on the door Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19 +1 to that for trap finding for a total of 20, my bad

Von-Dai rolls his eyes behind the Watch officer's back, and says, "I know not everyone grows up in a nice house, but still. You'd think the city government would put some money into fixing places like this up, if only to keep the crime level under control. Give people decent places to live and meaningful work, and a bad area can quickly become less of a problem area. It's simple civics, honestly."

"Your surprise belies one of four truths; that the people with the power to change this situation either lack the knowledge of the problem, lack the knowledge to solve it, are deficient in the will to do anything about it or have their power because of it."

Erond thinks on this, having had very little interaction with the poor.

Without a word, Elendar casts prestidigitation and proceeds to magically clean Von-Dai's clothes. He listens to the discussion quietly while they walk, his own thoughts occluded.

The the door is not only not trapped but so old and broken that you don't think it can even be locked.

Marcus will push the door open.

Darjiah says "I like the cleric's fourth point they have their power because of it. But it's not all bad, I'd say most of the people here are tougher than many of the rich in the city. Now let's see what Natalya is doing here by her self and she follows Marcus in, pulling out crossbow and shouting cautiously "Natalya, it's me your old friend Darjiah."

Elendar stays close to Von-Dai, alert for trouble.

Von-Dai mutters quietly to himself, "If that's the case, then it's just wrong on so many levels." He considers the empty building, and then casts a spell, cladding himself in armor of force.

Cast mage armor.

He says, "Thank you," to Elendar after he cleans him up.

Staff held at the ready, he cautiously follows behind Darjiah, keeping an eye out for anything.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

On the way. The wizards, possibly spurred to arcane enlightenment by the recent rush of adrenaline pause briefly to scribe their ideas. As they do , they feel new magical connections forming in there minds.

Upon opening the door.

The entire floor of this chamber has collapsed into the pool of water fve feet below. The earthen walls of this flooded subcellar ooze with foul rivulets, and the smell is abominable. Two oozing sewer pipes protrude through the east wall of this pit just above the level of the sewage. Part of the ceiling above the entrance has collapsed, revealing an attic crawlspace above; a rickety ladder leads up from the water into the crawlspace. A door stands in the far wall across the sludge pit. A wooden plank balanced between both doors makes a precarious bridge between the two doors.

I'm rolling initiative now for convience this does not mean you have to fight.

Elendar
Marcus
Darjiah
Thugus
Erond
Von-Dai

Two thug come running out of a side building yelling, "Hey, what the hell are you doing?"

Upon opening the door.

The entire floor of this chamber has collapsed into the pool of water fve feet below. The earthen walls of this flooded subcellar ooze with foul rivulets, and the smell is abominable. Two oozing sewer pipes protrude through the east wall of this pit just above the level of the sewage. Part of the ceiling above the entrance has collapsed, revealing an attic crawlspace above; a rickety ladder leads up from the water into the crawlspace. A door stands in the far wall across the sludge pit. A wooden plank balanced between both doors makes a precarious bridge between the two doors.

I'm rolling initiative now for convience this does not mean you have ot fight.

Elendar
Marcus
Darjiah
Thugus
Erond
Von-Dai

Two thug come running out of a side building yelling, "Hey, what the hell are you doing?"

Darjiah says "HOLD YOUR FIRE EVERYONE. Where is Natalya Vancaskerkin, she's a childhood friend and we heard she went missing, our investigation led us here. Tell her that Darjiah Emliak is here to see her" and she puts her hands up

After pausing to study his spellbook briefly before approaching the empty building and opening the door, Elendar is ready for a fight if necessary, but delays to see how Darjiah's diplomacy works out.

"We will tell her you came to see her she will contact you if she wants to talk. She is alive and fine."

"That's not good enough. We need to see her now. "

"Tell us why. We will bring her the reason and we will see if she will talk to you."

After the last incident with Fenster, Von-Dai decides to hold his peace this time. After all, the two thugs were just being cautious, not insulting their intelligence. Leaning over to Erond, he whispers, "Should we tell them we're with the Pathfinder Society?"

"I'm reluctant. We don't know if the Societies enemies are involved."

She says "Because I need confirmation that she is alive, I haven't seen her in a long time and I miss my friend. And how do we know that you're not holding her captive here, and this is you trying to save your ass?"

Please roll me a diplomacy check. With a +2 from the orison.

Erond reaches out and says, "May the teacher bless your words."

He casts enhance diplomacy on you.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

"I will get her but she's going to be pissed that you're wasting her time. And step back make some room for the boss."

5 minutes later and after you can cleared away from the door a little a familiar face appears. Natalya closes the door over behind her.

"Darjiah as I live and breath. I have been informed by my crew that you thought I was dead. As you can see I am better than ever and I am my own boss now. I see you have a new crew."

You feel the situation has escalated significantly. Though Natalya is being friendly and displays no malice she also seems to be taking no chances.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

Elendar raises an eyebrow and indicates the arrival of the additional crew to the others. If this turned into a fight, it would get bloody pretty quickly.

How many is "a large number"?

sense motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
Natalya rushes forward to hug her, huge smile on her face "When did you leave the tower girls, you should have tried to get in touch. Have you joined any other gangs or groups since you left?"

"Hey stop right there! This is a place of business. Step back. I left the gang a few weeks ago after a job put me in a good place."

She seems frustrated with your question. "Joined. HA! No, I run a gang now. I'm the boss."

She steps back feigning confusion "Are you OK? It's just you seem a little uh... different from before, like you're an entirely different person. I hope there are no hard feelings between us."

"There are no hard feelings. I am happy you are looking out for my health. I have to be harder now it is how you get respect. I'm sure you remember. But, as you can see I'm better than ever. With my first big score, I managed to take what is mine from tower girls. Now I want to be left alone to build my business."

If you want more information about anything she has said or if you want her to do anything I will need diplomacy checks, please.

She pauses "I can understand that, what was yours to take back? I don't suppose you have any open spots for me and our old friend Sheila H, you remember her? She joined the girls for a bit then left. Anyway, we met by chance recently and she actually was the one who told me you were missing."
And Darjiah will watch her face to see her reaction at the name Sheila H

She is unfazed my the mention of Sheila H.

Diplomacy if you want her to tell you what what she took.

She'll spend a inspiration point to add a d6 to the roll beforehand
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 + 1d6 ⇒ (11) + 5 + (6) = 22

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

Von-Dai considers the situation, noticing how many of her gang had followed them. This could get sticky... He wondered if it might not be best to fall back, then come back later, perhaps when they were less on guard.

Natalya says, "Come Darjiah and I will show you."

She steps about 15 feet away from the group to make room where she pulls out a shard of coppery metal that you are sure the mental influence is coming from.

"I stole this from the tower girls. This shard is the key to bigger and better things. I just have to unlock its power."

She follows Natalya, and looks at the shard "What does it do? How do you unlock it's power?"

Von-Dai itches to follow and look at whatever it is, but given the tense situation, he realizes doing so might bring this to battle, and he isn't sure they want to do that yet. Hopefully Darjiah would call him or Elendar over so they could study it.

"What bigger things? There's some pretty bad big things out there. "

"It's the key to getting out of the slums. Maybe getting some fancy duds like you all wear, gaining political influence. I working on unlocking it's power I have not figured out how to use it yet. The only person I know that would know something about it maybe Shelia but she won't want to talk to me and I bet she would take it for herself."

Von-Dai looks at his normal clothes which aren't particularly fancy, and wonders what she considers to be rags.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

His ears do, however, perk up as she mentions Sheila and needing to study it. "If I may, I have some experience studying ancient artifacts, and know a couple of things about magic. If you would like, I could take a look at it and see if I can help you figure it out."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Elendar exhales slightly, glad that Von-Dai has stepped closer to their vulnerable companion. He casually moves closer to Marcus, and whispers, "Reinforcements approach, at least eight. And there are others outside, might have followed us, or were lying in wait." He smiles at the thugs watching them, holding up his empty hands to reassure them that a fight is not imminent, while mentally preparing himself for the inevitably imminent fight. That woman is clearly ensorcelled, he thinks. She's not going to give it up willingly, and could turn on her old friend in an instant.

Perception check: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22