Outpost II - GM Ietsuna's Oathbreaker's Die (Inactive)

Game Master Ietsuna

Do what you must, but leaving the society will surely cause you more grief in the long run. he muses, trying to get him to lose trail of such idea.

Diplomacy Aid: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (9) - 2 = 7 -- we don't want him to leave the society.

Timinic, we need you to calm down. Tell us, why would this dwarf assasin be after you?

Seeing the gnome beginning to hyperventilate, Yangrit plants herself solidly before Timinic and speaks in the most soothing voice she can muster (which is still gruff and grumpy sounding): "Panicking will not help you. Focus with me on your breath. Doing so will help you face this situation with a clearer head. Breathe in... Breath out..."

Diplomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (7) - 1 = 6

Venture-Captain Bosk tracked my reports on mysterious sewer-dwellers very closely. One day I returned to Dryblade House to find Bosk and
Brandur Clovesh arguing about some broken oath. They spirited me away to this safe house with orders to stay out of sight until help arrived. Timinic sighs.

Xusius nods his head at Timinic's wise words. He is also surprised to see that Timinic is a male gnome, but hey, whatever.

"Oui, ze Pathfinder Society ees quite deadly. Eet seems that members have a high death rate for zome strange reason. But zen I have never heard of Pathfinders being stalked by assassins before. Zis ees odd. Usually eet happens when we get zent to bizarre gods forsaken places zat are cold or have zome form of extreme weather."

Yangrit's eyes narrow as Timinic mentions the argument between Bosk and Clovesh. "Can you tell us anything else about the broken oath? That sounds like it may be important"

I really don't know much more about the oath. If I were you I would go ask Brandur Clovesh, oh wait, he died With a sudden hitch in her speech she takes a moment. You must check on my friend Ramyla. Please check on her. I sent her a letter explaining my situation and I might have put her in danger. You could also speak to Pemak at Pemak's Tinctures. She always seems to know what is happening around town. That makes me nervous.

Timinic leaves the room, but returns quickly with a stack of papers. Here, did you want my sketches of the sewers? I tried to make a map and keep track of all of the strange comings and goings I saw down there. I started at the Distillery and worked my way out from there.

Super reluctant to leave this guy alone...I mean if we were really hired to protect an agent wouldn't we leave at least one of our own to stay and protect this gnome? I mean Im pretty much getting the clue of the adventure..follow this bread crumb to that ect...but...um does this make any sense to u all either? Are any of you inclined to leave the gnome unguarded?

Dave nods in sad agreement, To be truthful...I too would feel doubts if I were in your position... but, let me assure you Pathfinders take care of their own...If you like I will stay here and guard you until it's time to move you. The others can go and investigate this assassin's whereabouts...and perhaps shed some light on this situation... Dave looks to the others his mind made up... But, please reconsider your decision to break ties with the Pathfinders...I think you'll find Pathfinders among the more powerful allies any person can have.
diplomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18

Bernard shrugs, We can always take him with us. He is probably more safer this way. Put a disguise on him and away we go...

Nodding sagely, Yangrit concurs: "Hmm... Yes. Timinic, come with us. There will be safety in numbers. Besides, Ramyla will be more likely to trust us quickly if you are with us. Now, what do you have that would work for a costume?..." She begins glancing around the room, searching for wigs or small pillowy things that could become shoulder pads, etc. Maybe if we give the gnome some bulk they could pass for a young dwarf.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Xusius nods his head at what Yangrit and Bernard say. "Eef he stays here eet ees highly likely ze assassin will murder heem. Eet ees best eef he goes weeth us."

He looks around to find stuff to disguise the gnome.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Timinic really insists that she stay here in the safehouse. The windows are thick, the walls are too and now that you have warned her she wont let anyone but you inside.

"We could split up the party. Leave a couple of us here, while the rest check up on Ramyla. When you get to him, send the bird token to tell us if everything is okay or not, and where to meet next." Uhr stops for a moment to ponder. "I know some of you really hate the idea, but we can't leave her alone, can we?"

"And the messenger will have to be one of us, going alone, and may meet the assassin along the way. Then we'd have the party split up into three parts, with only one or two people in each. That would not go well, I assure you. If Timinic insists on staying here, I say we trust her judgement, as she understands the situation perhaps better than we do. Though we should come up with a new password so she knows it's truly us when we return." Turning to Timinic, Yangrit draws a cold iron dagger and offers it to her hilt first. "Do you have need of a weapon, just in case?"

Dave reluctantly agrees to leave the gnome boarded up in her own home with instructions, Don’t eat or drink anything you have here! It may already be poisoned. I’ll give you my waterskin and some rations until we return...agreed?

Timinic thanks Yangrit for the offer of the dagger, but points to the corner where a masterwork spear and a crossbow sit. The crossbow is loaded and ready to fire.

Thank you for the food. I will await your return here. Now go quickly and check on Ramyla, please!

Sheathing her dagger, Yangrit nods affirmatively. "Let's not waste any time, Pathfinders. Move out!" She strides to the door, then cautiously peeks out to see if the assassin or any other threat is visible.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Uhr Lamms grumbles along. "I still think I should have stayed with Timinic... Could have poured myself a drink and sat by the fireplace, instead of walking in this sleet rain."

Xusius is getting tired of not getting to the Distillery. He grumbles about being out in the sleet storm again.

"We should have gone to ze Distillery to begin weeth. We wasted time going to ze safehouse. Who knows what may have been going on?" He shakes his head as melting sleet drips into his ears.

"I disagree. Now that she has been warned, she will be safer than before. We can now take our time without worrying."

How much time has passed?

You met the VC at 10:30am. It is now 11:40am. The distillery is 40 minutes walk from here. I have dropped a GM sheet in the slides with travel times on it. Where are we headed?

Yangrit does not see any threats as she looks out through the door.

We are going to the Distillery I believe. I was asking for Mage Armor. Mine lasts 3 hours now.

Yeah, no issue with the mage armour Hannar

Bernard happily accompanied the group to the distillery. It was worth investigating make sure that he was safe. At least now we know. Splitting up is always a bad idea, we should have convined him to come with us.

You travel across the town to the distillery. It takes 40 minutes to get across town. When you arrive you find a couple of patrons milling about, impatiently waiting at the bar. The proprietor, Ramyla, is not behind the bar.

Xusius walks into the bar and asks the patrons if they have seen Ramyla.

"Excuse me, but have any of zou zeen ze lady Ramyla? I was told to meet her here and here I am."

The confused and impatient patrons, all two of them, shake their heads and say No, they have not seen Ramyla.

Brow furrowing, Yangrit grumbles: "Something's not right. We should go investigate. Anyone opposed?"

Dave nods, and addresses the two men, Do you know where she could be...it's important.. Dave looks around the Distillery to see if there are any doors to other rooms ect.. (GM taking '10' on the perception check when inside the distillery for a total of '17')

Where could she be? Did either of you see where she went?

Xusius goes behind the bar while saying, "Search zis Distillery for her. I will get ze drinks for zese peoples. What do you want to drink? I always prefer ze Sangria."

After a brief search you find Ramyla's body stashed among the barrels in the basement beneath the curtain wall. The body looks and smells much like the bodies of the Venture Captain and Brandur.

Thats not good... Bernard comments.

Dave's face grows grim and determined...I say it's time we paid that poison maker a visit and shake some answers out of them...This killer has a large butcher's bill to pay....and I aim to collect!

Upon seeing the body, Urh goes white as a sheet and presses his fingers against her neck, attempting to discern how long she's been dead.

Heal check maybe?
Heal, how long roughly has she been dead?: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Ramyla's body is still warm. Uhr thinks that she has been dead for maybe 10 minutes.

"Well, the body is still warm. Uhr gets up, and pulls out his axe. "So the killer must still be close. Probably not hiding here, though." A loud sigh. "I just knew it. If only we had split our group, she might still be alive. No use crying over bled blood, though, so - Where to next?"

"Timinic said the map of the sewers she gave us started from here. Maybe that's where the assassin has gained entry and egress from. Perhaps we should start down there."

"Pemak's name is on the hit list too. If we explore there, we'll definitely miss saving Pemak from the assassin. If we run, we may catch 'em before they do the deed."

"Good thinking, Yangrit. Let's go. We can always come back later."

You move through the town again, this time on your way to Pemak's Tinctures.

You reach the site of Pemak's shop in the ramshackle tenements of the marketplace. A wooden sign depicting a flask of blue liquid hangs over the door of this cramped building. A faint aroma of burning vinegar wafts from the windows, which remain open despite the sleet.

Refer to slide 2 for map. You are outside Pemak's tent. It is the one in the lower right of the map.

Xusius will look inside the window.

"I'm still worried about Timinic. He seemed really panicky and nervous - I think he might make a run for it. If he does, there's a chance that we'll never see him again, and he's probably the only witness to whatever is causing this horrible chain of murders we're witnessing." Uhr fishes out a piece of dried badger-meat from his coat pocket and chews on it moment. "Maybe we should split up. Half of us could return to the safehouse, to make sure that he doesn't run away while we're investigating this merchant."

Dave snorts, The gnome insisted he was safe...As for myself, I'm tired of being led around by the nose! Dave draws one of blades to demonstrate his purpose. As far as I'm concerned, this mission transformed from one of escort and protection to one of retribution as soon as someone murdered one of ours.. Dave spits seemingly disgusted with the whole mess.

No I say we finish this! An eye for eye! Let's send a message to all would-be poisoners and assassins that, Pathfinder justice awaits those who deem to murder our kin! Dave looks directly at Uhr and says (in a sneer), Go run to the gnome's safe house, if you've not got the stomach for what's coming. Dave sniffs the air a couple of times before entering the building. Same smell of vinegar that wafted out of our three poisoned victims last breathes...grr..my guess..this is our assassin's supplier and therefore, the last connection to him or her.

Dave walks to the front door without using any subterfuge. His shortsword already in his off hand...Dave draws his long sword and turns to the others saying, I'm going, 'off script' here fellow Pathfinders..I'm going to ask this Poison maker who he made the poisons for ...and I'm not going to ask nicely! then without warning Dave kicks the door trying to force it open! str check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

The longer Dave speaks, the wider Yangrit's eyes become. He's going off the deep end! She begins trying to reason with him as he begins kicking down the door. Her voice is harsh and condecending, tumbling out rapidly, and towards the end of her speech, it is clear that she's rapidly losing her patience.

"Dave, think first! We know at least Bosk and Brandeur both drank a potion of delay poison. That could be the smell we smelled. The assassin wouldn't want to eliminate their supplier, but would want to kill anyone who makes their job harder. --Dave! Come on! Listen to me! Pemak may not be an enemy! Oh for gosh sakes! At least try the handle first!" Yangrit quickly reaches over to try the door's handle in between his kicks.

Diplomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17

Xusius pulls out his Wand of Magic Missile as Dave kicks the door. He smiles widely. "I agree weeth zou, monsieur! Let us find zis killer and put paid to hees crimes."

Dave proceeds to kick the door ignoring Yangrit..

Inside a half-orc woman jumps as Dave's foot makes a mess of her door. She seems shocked into silence. After a moment she finally finds her voice. Who.. Who are you? What do you want?

Dave points his sword at her and yells, Stay where you are! Don't move don't touch anything! intimidate: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

You enter my store and point a sword at me? What have I done to deserve this? I am a merchant, nothing more. Pemak is clearly not well disposed to Dave, but not intimidated either.

are we on map 2 GM? it looks like an alley?