GM Otha's Season 4 Trilogy (Inactive)

Game Master Otha

Venture-Captain Sir Canayven Heidmarch has summoned each of you Pathfinders to a meeting in a private residence outside of Korvosa to discuss a hitherto unknown treasure trove hidden in the Vaults of Korvosa 5 years ago by the ex-Pathfinder Sascha Antif-Arah. When you arrive you are led to a room with sparse refreshments, tea, ale, bread, and cheese. You are told the Venture-Captain will be with you once everyone arrives...

Rosie is a sneaky little gnome who looks like a little human girl. She has brown hair done up in pig pails, pale pink eyes, and a skinny little body. She is wearing a sleeveless, short, pink dress, with stretchy yellow shorts peeking out underneath, and comfy shoes on her feet, which are pink with little white rabbits on them. She has a white backpack on, and a purse strapped around her, which has a little brown rabbit peeking out from inside it. Rosie hurries to the fancy house, curious what suckers she'd be teamed up with this time.

Right before heading inside the building, Rosie cracks her knuckles. "Time to get to work!" She's a proud girl, and brave, but when she walks up to the manor she looks nervous, weak, and scared. She looks at her toes as she walks, and crosses her arms across her tummy. She whimpers as she meets the others in the manor, and looks around with big, scared eyes. She lets out a whimper of fright, and hurries over into the corner of the room. She sits in the corner with her back against the wall, and she pulls her rabbit up to her chest. As the others talk she watches her rabbit.

Eventually she squeaks out her name in a shy little voice. "My name is Rosie Tangletop..." She looks at her twitching little rabbit and adds, "And... this is Lily." Then she whimpers again and buries her chin in her rabbits fur. She peeks around the rabbit and watches the others with her odd, wide eyes.

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When her brothers walk in Rosie grins widely. "Oh, hey, guys!" she exclaims in a loud voice -- very different than a moment ago. "Way to wreck my acting!" she lets out a loud laugh. "Guess there's no point pretending now!"

She hops up to her feet and holds out her hand to the Pathfinders she doesn't know. "I'm Rosie. I find its best if people underestimate me. But, don't be fooled! I'm not as weak as I seem to be! Oh! And if we're out on a mission and I got back to acting like a scared little girl, then treat me like one! Got it?"

She turns back to her brother Jastrokan. She goes to give him a big hug and realizes he's covered in paint. Instead she pats him on the back. "Nice to see ya' pal!"

She runs over to Toban and gives him a big hug. "Look at how big Lily's gotten! Do you see? I've been taking good care of her since you have her to me! We're doing great! Oh! Did I tell you I got a job as a chef at the Wounded Wisp! Neat, huh? They think I'm a kid!" she says with a laugh.

Then she looks she looks at the people she doesn't know. "So? Who are you?"

Jastrokan is a chipper little golden-eyed gnome with a wide, smiling face framed all around by fluffy red hair. He takes great pride in his appearance, and keeps his hair and beard will brushed. He wears a white button up shirt and two vests -- one blue (worn buttoned up) and one orange (worn open). His pants are black and around his neck is a little blue ascot. On his feet are good sturdy walking shoes. He wears a backpack that is bulging with gear, and carries a whole bunch of paint brushes sticking out of his pockets and belt. His fingers are stained by different colours of paint. On one of his arms is a wooden buckler that has been painted with a beautiful picture of a sunset and birds. He also wears a satchel, from which peeks a colourful little songbird.

While he waits for his first mission, Jastrokan paints a picture.

"Hi, everyone! I'm Jastrokan. Jastrokan Tangletop! Adventurer Artist Extraordinaire! And this little beauty," he gestures to his fat, beautiful little songbird, "Is Queen Singsong."

The little bird tweets a chipper tune.

"Nice to see you again, Rosie! I'm glad we get to work together!" He gestures at Rosie and explains to the others, "Rosie is my twin sister."

A strong looking woman with thick brown hair held back by an ancient, red bead headband strides up into the room. She has a fierce smile upon her face and is dressed in a fine chain shirt and a lush, white fur cloak. Around her waist is an elaborate leather belt, tooled in the Ulfen style to display stylized linnorms. A well-made longsword is sheathed at her side, alongside a wand, while her belt pouches clink with the sounds of vials and potions contained within. Her backpack looks quite full.

She offers everyone a smile and an outstretched hand.

"Hail and well met! I am Lovissa, of the line of Halenbane. Daughter of Mergerice, and Granddaughter of Abrenica and Ferdinand! Famous Pathfinders, all!" She shakes hands firmly, and with enthusiasm before continuing. "I am a wanderer at heart, and explorer! A discoverer of history, both epic and small! My deeds are many and my legend is great! You may have heard the songs they sing of me in Absalom's bars. I am the saviour of Janira Gavix, Balenor Forsend, Amara Li, and Iko Tsuneo, Slayer of the Minotaur of the Kortos Caverns, Hero of Diobel, Investigator for the city of Ridonport, as well as it's Hero and Saviour, Victor of the Battle of Arnisant House, and Honoured Patron of Arnisant House Museum! I am chronicler of the Battle of Dehu Inu, imprisoner of the shadow demon Camazotz, Honourary Sister of the Ekujae, forger of an alliance between the Lantern Lodge and the Way of the Kirin, and Liberator of the Magnifiecent Guardian and Ancient Consciousness: Glorymane!"

With sparkling eyes she asks, "I hear your names, but none of your deeds. Tell me! Who have I the honour of meeting this day? Don't be shy! I would hear YOUR legend!"

Jatrokan suddenly smiles. He pulls out a bunch of paintings and lines them up like an art exhibit. "I am Jastrokan Tangletop! Artist or thousands of paintings! I especially like to paint things that are very hard to find! These ones are from my last mission. Exotic creatures, ancient ruins, and lost civilizations! I befriended some goblins, and defeated an evil goblin gang, too!"

The paintings he pulled out show scenes from a recent adventure. One is of an elf lady with short hair, falling into a pit trap. Later that same lady is shown stabbing a bugbear with a skinny sword, so she must have survived. Another painting shows Toban negotiating with a bugbear with a pole arm. Another shows Toban being beaten up by that guy and shot in the air from the wounds. Another painting shows Rosie kicking a goblin so hard below the belt that he shoots up into the air in pain. The other painting of Rosie shows her laughing. There's also a painting of a purple-skinned elf man firing a bow, and later that same person set on fire. It looks painful. There's a few paintings of Jastrokan, one where he looks scared, one where he's healing someone, and one where he's painting a magical picture in the air. There's also some pretty paintings of a garden, and another painting of a dirty, wet, room full of pipes, ladders and goblin enemies.

Jastrokan looks very proud as he shows off his paintings. "Do you like art? What kinds of things have you fought?"

"I'm Rosie! As for what I can do... You'll have to wait and see!" She thinks for a moment. "I will say, I've defeated a goblin gang who were hurting people. I work as a chef at the Wounded Wisp. And I've discovered documents from the first Pathfinders that are going to lead to some big discoveries!"

A short gnome arrives wearing a leather outfit and a tophat. The gnome has a wildly long black moustache and a large bottom lip. The little gnome carries a wicker basket in his arms. On his back is a fine backpack and a very fine glaive.

“Greetings. I’m Toban Tangletop."

“Jastrokan! Rosie! Hello! Hello!” Toabn is very excited to see his siblings again and gives them a big hug.

“The Wounded Wisp? Nicely done Rosie!” Toban pats Lily on the head. “Oh yes! And her whiskers are getting longer too!”

"That's a mighty fine painting there, Jastrokan."

"Well met, Lovissa. I am Master Chef Toban Tangletop, servant of Shelyn! I too, defeated a terrifying minotaur! I have also foiled the plans of the Aspis Consortium's alchemists by stopping the spread of a dangerous drug. I was with my siblings when we thwarted the goblin gang. "

Seeing Jastrokan's many paintings Toban taps his lip. POP POP POP Looking a little embarrassed he adds, "I'm not sure I remember all of that happening like that..."

As the mission briefing starts, Toban nods at Canayven. "Hello again, Venture Captain Heidmarch. Pleasure to work with you again."

Toban taps his lip. POP POP POP

"What's in this vault?"

And the adventure begins...

The ramshackle tenement outside of Korvosa softly echoes with the sound of light rain as Venture-Captain Sir Canayven Heidmarch begins his briefing. “For this mission you will have to venture into the sewers beneath Korvosa. Sascha Antif-Arah,” he announces, gesturing to a haggard human woman who is past her prime but whose posture expresses confidence and experience, “requires access to a particular vault. The society is going to help her.”

Sascha eyes each Pathfinder in turn then nods to herself with some satisfaction and steps forward gracefully. “Some years ago my friends and I had made quite a name for ourselves around Korvosa, and our adventures earned us a considerable amount of gold. We stashed most of it in one of the Vaults after evicting the cult that had already claimed it.”

Sascha pauses for a moment, smiles, and shakes her head as if recalling particularly amusing details of the raid. “Anyway, I retired from the business after that, started up a shop, and lived peacefully until I got into trouble with the Hellknights.

“The entrance shouldn’t be too hard to find, assuming you know what to look for,” she remarks as she fishes several folded papers from her haversack. “There’s an old service entrance into the sewers about a quarter mile north of my old shop in Midland; I wrote down directions that should lead you to the vault. There’s a big room inside, and I stashed my share under the flagstones in one of the small chambers nearby.”

She extracts a few more items from her bag and holds them out. “I hope you don’t need these, but you never know. I certainly won’t be using them in my retirement. Good luck to you, Pathfinders.”

The items she gifts to the group include three +1 aberration bane arrows, two antitoxins, a vial of antiplague, and an alkali flask.

Venture-Captain Heidmarch nods and remarks. "Have you any questions for the lady?"

Sascha smiles at Toban. "The vault contains miscellaneous treasures and objects I think your Society will find most useful. I am interested only in the locket as it has sentimental value to me..."

Knowledge Dungeoneering: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Knowledge Engineering: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Knowledge History: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

"Hmmm...." Toban taps his lip as he thinks. POP POP POP!

"Korvosa’s sewers shelter an immense number of rats—dire and mundane. In addition, goblins, wererats, and otyughs all exploit the immense amount of refuse discarded by the city’s citizens. The garbage also provides nutrition for a wide variety of fungi and shade-tolerant plants. Most are not dangerous, but a rare few supplement their diets by capturing live prey. Some are tasty, too. Good for cooking. Several types of oozes are known to prowl the Korvosan sewers, particularly oozes that use cunning camouflage to get close to prey."

"The Vaults employ a hodgepodge of architectural elements both due to staggered phases of construction and the inclusion of natural cave features. Not all of the tunnels leading from the sewers to the sea have grates, and sometimes marine creatures work their way into the tunnels. Early Korvosan engineers incorporated pre-existing construction into the sewer system, including Shoanti burial mounds and unidentifiable, worked passageways."

He nods. "So basically, it's very dangerous."

Toban looks at Sascha. "And are there any traps protecting this vault of yours?" While he waits for an answer Toban places down his basket and starts to pull out individually sized, piping hot meat pies, and a freshly baked load of herb bread. He sets out plates, slices the bread, and serves it alongside of the cheeses that are already here. Then he passes out a meat pie and bread to everyone. "Danger requires a hearty meal!"

Profession Cook: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24

It's supremely delicious.

Sascha nods to the gnome as she accepts a meat pie. "You are correct, it is dangerous indeed. It's been years since I've been there and I recall no traps...but Korvosa’s sewers had lots of blackboil alligators, so I wouldn’t go for a swim unless you really have to. My group ran into some other strange creatures years ago, but our scholar usually identified them for us; I don’t remember what they were.”

Lovissa examines Jastrokan's many paintings with a wide smile. The she claps the gnome on the back. "Hail and well met, Jastrokan of the line of Tangletop, brother to Toban and Rosie! Adventurer Artist Extraordinaire, Silver-tongued Goblin Tamer, Explorer of the Old, Discoverer of the Forgotten, and Chronicler of the gang wars of Magnimar! And greetings you you, Queen Singsong of the Lilting Tune! When our day's work is done I will pose for your paintings! A hero needs fine art to further spread her LEGEND!" She gives the gnome a wink.

Then she turn to little Rosie. "Hail and well met, Rosie of the line of Tangletop, sister to Toban and Jastrokan! Goblin Bane, Dedicated cook, and a woman of many faces! Be proud you are brave and clever enough to seize every advantage you can. History is written by the survivors, after all!" She pats the little rabbit. "And greetings to you, Lily Brown-fur!"

She turns to Toban. "Hail and well met, Toban of the line of Tangletop, brother to Jastrokan and Rosie! Master Chef, Servant of Shelyn, Slayer of Minotaurs, Defender of the Innocent, and Breaker of the Goblin Guild! May your deeds always remain so honourable!"

With a grin at the gnomish trio she remarks, "I am proud to be witness to your growing legend!"

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When Sascha and Canayven arrive Lovissa greets them both with a firm and hearty handshake. "Hail and well met! I am Lovissa, of the line of Halenbane. Daughter of Mergerice, and Granddaughter of Abrenica and Ferdinand! Famous Pathfinders, all! I am a wanderer at heart, and explorer! A discoverer of history, both epic and small! My deeds are many and my legend is great! You may have heard the songs they sing of me in Absalom's bars. I am the saviour of Janira Gavix, Balenor Forsend, Amara Li, and Iko Tsuneo, Slayer of the Minotaur of the Kortos Caverns, Hero of Diobel, Investigator for the city of Ridonport, as well as it's Hero and Saviour, Victor of the Battle of Arnisant House, and Honoured Patron of Arnisant House Museum! I am chronicler of the Battle of Dehu Inu, imprisoner of the shadow demon Camazotz, Honourary Sister of the Ekujae, forger of an alliance between the Lantern Lodge and the Way of the Kirin, and Liberator of the Magnifiecent Guardian and Ancient Consciousness: Glorymane!" With a bow of her head she adds, "I'm honoured to meet you!"

As the group settles in for the meeting, Lovissa takes a seat, leans back in her chair, and rests her feet up onto another empty seat.

At the words Hellknights, Lovissa curls up her lip in distaste. "Hellknights? The same as those in Cheliax? Interesting." After a moment she nods, "Ah, yes. Korvosa was once a Chelish holding. Of course. It's my first visit to Korvosa. I had nearly forgotten its history." she shakes her head for a moment. "What is the charter the Order of the Nail seeks to enforce? If I come upon them I'd like to know what laws not to break in advance."

At the sight of the food, Lovissa breaks out into a grin. She devours her meat pie with enthusiasm, and her fresh bread. "Mmm! Master Chef, indeed! A better meal I have never eaten, my friend. We should work together more often!" She lets out a deep belly laugh, then goes back to her food.

"The Korvosan sewers are that dangerous?! Huh. I'd never thought to seek glory in a sewer before," she shrugs. "I'm ready to meet this challenge head on!"

When she's done eating she reaches across the table and examines the maps. She makes sure she thinks she can find the shop in Midland, and follow the trail to the sewer entrance. If it's confusing she asks for clarity.

The older lady listens to Lovissa's deeds with interest but winces a bit at the question on the Hellknights. "The Order of the Nail is based here at the Citadel in Korvosa; their creed runs, 'Savagery must be quelled in the land, home, and mind.' As for my offense, apparently accidentally stepping onto the streets between Hellknights and a wanted criminal indicates that a completely innocent citizen is an accomplice. I was unjustly convicted, but I’d rather not test the local law enforcement’s patience by trying my luck out there.”

Lovissa raises an eyebrow, clearly not liking these Hellknights one bit. "Savagery must be quelled in the land, home, and mind...." She snorts and shakes her head. "Best to avoid them completely. Might arrest us for perceived ill thoughts," she rolls her eyes and goes back to her delicious meat pie.

"Well, that's how it happened Toban. And it's MY art!" Jastrokan said when Toban says he doesn't remember all of that happening...

Jastrokan takes his meat pie and eats it. "Yum! This would be good to paint." He looks at it really closely, so he remembers how it works for later.

Jastrokan smiles. "I'd love to! Sometimes I can be pretty hard to find, but I would like that. I'll make plenty of paintings from our mission, too." He thinks. "When I'm in Absalom you can leave word for me at the Wounded Wisp. Rosie will be there, even if I'm not." Suddenly Jastrokan smiles. "Hey! I've heard that song about you slaying the minotaur! It's catchy!"

"This mission sounds both gross and exciting to paint!"

Jastrokan thinks hard.... But he has no extra questions to ask.

As the mission briefing ends he pulls out an easel and canvas and paints a few speed paintings of Lovissa. One is her jumping in the air with her longsword, one is her beheading a minotaur, and one is her grinning like a mad woman. Jastrokan smiles and sets them up to dry. Then he tidies up.

Rosie smiles at Lovissa. ”Lily’s been with me on every mission.”

After everyone is done eating Toban’s pie, Rosie pulls out dessert. It is a little cupcake that looks like Lily! It is vanilla, with chocolate icing. There is one for each person! She hands them out and eats it. ”I cooked these special!” Rosie says.

Profession Cook: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

”What’s so special about this locket?” Rosie asks.

Sascha, in between bites of cake, shrugs her shoulders at Rosie. "The locket was...a gift...from an old friend..."

As Lovissa inspects the maps, Toban leans in to get a good look, too. He taps his lip, which makes a loud POP POP POP sound.

Toban thinks about what he knows of Hellknights.

Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

Toban nibbles on the cupcake. "Why thank you, Rosie. This is very tasty. A work of art!"

Rushing in after a lot of the conversation has happened everyone sees a rather ordinary individual attempting to cram what appears to be a journal into his backpack hanging over his shoulder while pushing along with a quarterstaff in the other hand driving his steps into the room...without a whole lot of success it appears with getting the journal seated. Another thing that is rather apparent is the bandolier crossing over his shoulder with various potions and vials in place rather than the more commonplace daggers.

Sorry...sorry for being late got caught up doing a little...

Startled by Lovissa's normal greeting.

Umm... Looks up briefly. Right doing a little research, and was think you were there with me for most of my missions so far...well other than that crazy druid ring that we were able to disrupt before they completed that ritual...but been taking a break from the crazyiness lately until Sir Heidmarch told me a break from the library would do me good.

Hearing Toban mention the various fungi and other plants Cerryl appears to feel along the outside of his pack. Hmm...wonder if they would provide anything worthwhile for an experiment...still haven't had much luck finding a better blue...or maybe a yellow.

Snatching up a meat pie and the dessert...before looking at the drying paintings.

Wonder if I can use some of the paints to get a different color...will have to compare notes at some point.

Before pulling back out the journal he had just put away he jots down a few words and then starts to copy the maps into the journal.

Hmm...Hmmm

Conferring with Toban afterwards on the Hellknights and anything else he can remember from the area.

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Conferring together, Toban and Cerryl recall this about Hellknights in general:

The Hellknights are a collection of knightly orders with a unique focus on the promulgation of law. They are interested less in the social goodness and charity typical of paladins, but rather in the foundation and stringent maintenance of order at all costs. In their iron-handed exaction of law—specifically, the laws of their various orders and their home country of Cheliax—Hellknights emulate the organized and effective armies of Hell. They are not concerned with morality or methods, only results.

And of the local Order of the Nail here in Korvosa:

One of the original seven orders of Hellknights, the Order of the Nail concerns itself with quelling "savage" practices and bringing their idea of civilization to the inhabitants of the wild frontier. While they have aided the local government at times, these Hellknights instead pursue their own agenda and follow their own ideals of law and justice.

I will move us forward in the morning. You can still ask questions and talk among each other...and if you can think of any last minute items you might need, you can purchase those now...

Toban tugs on his moustache while Cerryl tries to catch up. "Yes, yes! Welcome! Come on in. Have a meat pie and cupcake. Now, what did you say your name was?" Toban tugs on his moustache some more. "Or did you say?"

"Ah, yes! Welcome Cerryl!"

Toban taps his bottom lip, POP POP POP then rattles off what he knows about Hellknights.

At the sight of Cerryl's journal, Toban taps it with his finger. "Any good recipes in here? I do enjoy trying new things. Mmmm... Yes. I do, indeed!"

Looking a little foolish.

Sorry was so caught up with talking with Lovissa forgot to introduce myself...I'm Cerryl a magic practitioner that still has a bit to learn.

Damn Atomie showed me up and then some back in the hedge.

Looking down at his journal.

Not much of a cook sadly so haven't really documented any recipes for food...have a couple of different formulas for some inks that I have been tinkering with in my downtime.

Probably need to buy some stuff but not sure what would be worthwhile currently and unlike most of my other characters; if Cerryl is using his weapons or needing armor then already in a bad spot.

"Hail and well met, Cerryl, my friend!" Lovissa exclaims, standing up to wrap Cerryl in a firm hug. "Knowledge is its own adventure! Don't downplay your brilliance! The world needs sages just as much as it needs warriors. Maybe more, huh?" She gives Cerryl a wink, and a pat on the back, then returns to her seat.

Feel free to buy anything you might need; you can post it in an OOC comment on your next IC post or post it in the Discussion thread. And don't forget to distribute the gifted items from Sascha...

Since no more questions are asked, Venture-Captain Heidmarch rises and dismisses your party. "Good luck, Pathfinders, you had best be on your way. You will report back here upon completion of your mission. A guide will lead you to the sewer entrance. Explore, report, cooperate!"

You and your companions are led to the entrance of the sewers...

A rusty, slime-encrusted steel ladder descends into the Korvosan sewers, whose tunnels stretch to the north, east, and south like roads in an underground city. Curtains of fungus and mold hang from the ceilings, which rise roughly ten feet above the tunnels’ walkways, which run along either side of the sewage channels. Occasional dim patches of light filter in from the streets above providing minimal illumination. Despite the sickening smell of decay, the tunnels are free of garbage, waste, and the other byproducts of Korvosan life.

Slide 2

While there are patches of dim light, the party, especially Lovissa and Cerryl, will probably need a light source...the 'water' level in this part of the sewer is relatively shallow, even for gnomes...

We are talking about it in my house: Rosie will take the Alkali Flask, Lovissa will take the three +1 aberration bane arrows, and Toban will carry the antitoxins and antiplague. If you want any of those things Cerryl than you just say so.

Jastrokan enters the sewers and looks around. "Wow! This will surely make a gross, but amazing painting. Look at the light and mold..." He points straight. "I want to go that way." Then he stops, and realizes there is no path that way. He doesn't really want to jump over the canal, either... He thinks some more. "Yup, I still want to go that way."

Very carefully he jumps over the canal, asking Lovissa to help toss him so he doesn't land in the water.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Rosie buys some rubber boots before entering the sewer, so her awesome shoes don’t get dirty. (How much does that cost? Oh! And my brother is saying he wants to do that too, so Jastrokan also buys rubber boots). When she climbs down into the sewer she tries to ignore the smell. It doesn’t work very well, though. She looks around. She decides to follow Jastrokan, so she walks carefully through the water in her rubber boots, and then moves in front of him.

”It’s so spooky in here,” she squeaks in terror as she cuddles her bunny.

It’s hard to tell if she means it.

Acrobatics (if needed): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

The cheapest I saw waterproof boots were as part of the cold weather outfit...and that outfit cost 8 gp...you could purchase the outfit and use only the boots for this mission, storing the rest till you go on a mission where it's cold...

Jastrokan and Rosie easily leap across the sewage to the other side...as they venture into the eastern sewer tunnel, they eventually see that it's blocked off and is essentially a dead end...

Before heading into the sewers, Toban joins his siblings in purchasing rubber boots. (Spending 8 gp on a cold weather outfit). "That's a good idea, Rosie."

When they enter the sewers Toban says a prayer to Shelyn, causing the blade of his glaive to shine brightly. Then he looks around and wrinkles his nose at the stench.

"Hmmm..." he says.

Toban follows his siblings. Seeing that it's a dead end he gives the passage a thorough look-see. Checking for anything of interest or secret doors)

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

If he finds it's truly a dead end:
Toban tugs on his moustache. "Oh, yes. Solid stone. Come along, lets try another way."

Taking the north tunnel next.

A little concerned that some of the gifted items were antitoxin and plague; Cerryl decides to swing by a shop on the way to the sewers and pick up another set of each.

Sadly apparently while he was buying more potions was when the rest of the group were investing in a set of waterproof boots...which he didn't think about buying.

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Hesitating slightly while the gnomes all jump across. Cerryl looks a little dubiously at the water and then his regular shoes.

Well think Imma need to be buying another set of shoes at least after this...and maybe get rid of these clothes also

Jumping across after the gnomes Cerryl is still a ways back and pauses again to cast his own Light at his mirror amulet that he is wearing around his neck. Afterwards just as he starts to continue down the tunnel he stops again when he hears Toban calling out the dead end.

Also, what is our marching order...looked like only 1 or 2 were open...and...well...neither are slots that Cerryl wants to be near.

The party hears a bit of racket, kind of a sloshing noise, that seems to be coming from further up the north tunnel...

Lovissa, who already owns a cold weather outfit, slips on her sturdy water-proof boots before heading into the sewer.

As she hears the sloshing noise, Lovissa takes the lead, guiding the others from the dead end to the suspicious noise.

Shuffled marching order so you're at the back, Cerryl.

As Lovissa boldly leads the party north through the sewers, she comes across an opening to her right...but before she can even look into that area, a large shambling mass of a monstrosity emerge out of the shadows to the north.

This three-legged beast is mostly mouth with three tentacles, two tipped with barbs and one with eyes, extending from its sides. The beast halts upon spying the party, roaring and whipping its toothed tentacles across the walls and ceiling in a most impressive manner. Curiously, it does not attack...

LINK to map

There's a larger picture of the creature to the right of the map

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

"Eeek, what is that thing!?" Rosie whimpers. "I'm scared!" she picks up a rock from the ground and holds it up menacingly. ...It does not look intimidating at all. "Stay back!" she squeaks.

Knowledge Dungeoneering: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

Jastrokan grins. "Cool! It's trying to intimidate or impress us for some reason, aren't you?"

Jastrokan pulls out a canvas, squirts paints all over his shield, and starts to paint a lovely picture of the creature.

"Hold still! You can have the painting when I'm done! Would you like that?"

Knowledge Dungeoneering: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 2 = 14
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

"What a strange beast," Toban says. He looks around suspiciously, observing his surroundings. This creature was up to something...

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

Is it trying to distract us? Is someone behind us? Is it a trap?

The creature's tentacle of eyes carefully looks at Rosie and Toban, but it looks very curiously at Jastrokan and his painting...

The beast edges forward a step or two and then speaks in crude Common. "No want painting! Give something good to Togg. I am Togg. Give Togg good food with good taste.”

Toban can sense nothing behind the party...

LINK to map

Toban grins. "Hoho! YOU are in luck! I am a Master Chef! I have all kinds of tasty treats! Let's see... Hmmm..." Toban searches through his bags and pulls out his rations -- smoked fish --exceptionally tasty, and hand-spiced by Toban himself. He tosses the smoked fish towards the beast's mouth.

Profession Cook: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17

Togg deftly catches the smoked fish in its mouth, its huge maw swallowing it whole. "Mmmm...good taste. Togg want more! You have more?"

LINK to map

Knowledge (Dungeoneering): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Thinking he had seen a drawing of a similiar beast and feeling like some important information was just on the edge of his thoughts...Cerryl still comes up blank and is annoyed at his inability to remember.

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Seeing the fish vanish into the beast he again looks at the two cooks.

Umm just curious do you think you are carrying enough to satisfy this guy...cause not sure he will believe you even if you tell him you are out of food.

Jastrokan keeps painting.

Rosie pulls out the last cupcake and throws it at the creature. Then she pulls out all of her rations -- hand-prepared by ROSIE -- and throws then at the otyugh to eat. "That's all I have..." she squeaks.

I had five days of rations.

The creature devours the cupcake with fervor...and the rations just a bit less so. "Togg love cake...no more food with good taste? The l'il fuzzy animal look tasty..."

Togg will continue to ask for more food...if you wish to get by without a fight, you'll need a Diplomacy check...you get a bonus to the check depending on how much tasty food you give it...

Lovissa tosses the creature two more days worth of rations. "Hail and well met, Togg! I am Lovissa, of the line of Halenbane! Daughter of Mergerice, and Granddaughter of Abrenica and Ferdinand! Famous Pathfinders, all!" She refrains from giving the otyugh a handshake... "I am a wanderer at heart, and explorer! A discoverer of history, both epic and small! My deeds are many and my legend is great! You may have heard the songs they sing of me in Absalom's bars. I am the saviour of Janira Gavix, Balenor Forsend, Amara Li, and Iko Tsuneo, Slayer of the Minotaur of the Kortos Caverns, Hero of Diobel, Investigator for the city of Ridonport, as well as it's Hero and Saviour, Victor of the Battle of Arnisant House, and Honoured Patron of Arnisant House Museum! I am chronicler of the Battle of Dehu Inu, imprisoner of the shadow demon Camazotz, Honourary Sister of the Ekujae, forger of an alliance between the Lantern Lodge and the Way of the Kirin, and Liberator of the Magnifiecent Guardian and Ancient Consciousness: Glorymane!"

With her introductions complete, Lovissa shakes her head at Togg. "No, Togg my friend! Nothing living is for eating. Now leave us be. We have work to do. If we find any more food on our quest we will bring it to you. Deal?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

So, Lovissa would be absurdly happy she got to introduce herself to an intelligent monster for the first time ever. Haha.

The full introduction to an Otyugh? I love it!

Togg's tentacle eyes look sad at the mention of no more food...the creature looks hesitant as it considers Lovissa's words...

Each of you may attempt to aid Lovissa's Diplomacy check...

Unsure exactly how this came to be but attempting to back Lovissa.

Either way allowing us to continue on will make it easier for Toban or Rosie to cook up some other food, but we aren't able to do that until after we finish what we came down here to do.

Diplomacy (aid other): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

Diplomacy to aid: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

"Hmmm. I have given you the last of my food, Togg. However, I'd be willing to come back with more tasty food for you. After our mission is complete, of course."