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Coughing, Gedrim spits a mouthful of blood on the slimy ground. With a grimace, he says "Good one, lady. Seems I may have made a sweeping conclusion earlier."
Standing, he carefully steps away from the opponent. "I believe in you companions! We all have broom for improvement!"
The animated broom rushes toward the foe.
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Dust A creature hit by an animated broom’s bristles must succeed at a DC 15 Fortitude save or spend its next action coughing. Even if hit by multiple dust attacks, the creature has to spend only 1 action coughing to clear the dust out. A creature that doesn’t breathe is immune to this effect.
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Gedrim's broom misses.
The 'walrus' waddles forward, and tries to tusk Gedrim...
...scoring a single, glancing blow.
Ahksiva hisses in anger.
"I will fashion your skull into a warning to heretics!"
She then Strides forward, and tries to bludgeon Gedrim to death...
...knocking him out.
Dranald (-)
Farryn (-; Clumsy 1; -5 movement)
Jasariel (-; Clumsy 1; -5 movement)
Gruvok (-; Clumsy 1; -5 movement)
Ukh (-)
Gedrim (-22; unconscious; Dying 2; Clumsy 1; -5 movement; Wounded 1; Enfeebled 2)
'Little Zura' (-13)
Ahksiva (-44; 3 Persistent Fire)
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Farryn freaks out just a bit when the lady rushes toward him, but then she just beats the crap out of Gedrim's skull against the floor. "I can understand ma'am, those were bad puns. But we still need to stop you."
He lobs his last two flasks of lightning at her, hoping at least one hits.
for on a hit and the target is flat-footed until the start of his next turn. A miss does 1 Electricity. A Fumble does nothing.
for on a hit and the target is flat-footed until the start of his next turn. A miss does 1 Electricity. A Fumble does nothing.
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Opening his eyes, he opens and closes his mouth a couple times. "Quit it."
"You're not my type, so you can stop sweeping me off my feet anytime now." Crawling away from the woman, he sends the broom after her again.
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Worried that Ahksiva will incapacitate Farryn as she did Gedrim, Jasariel hurries to intercept her. She keeps her shield up as she struggles to move against the slime coating her. Once in position, Jasariel lunges at the prophet with her trident and activates the crystal embedded in its shaft, surrounding its prongs with a blue glow.
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Dranald's spectral weapon misses, but the healing energy restores Gedrim to full health, if not functionality.
Farryn tosses two flasks at Ahksiva, but both to even splash her.
Jasariel keeps her shield up, and stabs at Ahksiva with her trident, but the swing is dodged.
Gruvok sends out a blast of electricity...
...which the 'walrus' dodges, although Ahksiva is fried a little.
However, it does not manage to dodge the staff swing, which landds with a satisfying 'thud'.
Ukh then sets the 'Walrus' on fire...
Gedrim's broom misses once again, and he crawls away.
The 'Walrus' tries to tusk him...
...hitting twice, but not dropping him.
Contemptuously ignoring Jasariel, Ahksiva Strides over, and keeps swinging...
...cracking Gedrim's skull, and delivering a solid punch to Gruvok.
"How DARE you!"
Dranald (-)
Farryn (-; Clumsy 1; -5 movement)
Jasariel (-; Clumsy 1; -5 movement)
Gruvok (-16; Clumsy 1; -5 movement; Fort save)
Ukh (-)
Gedrim (-22; Unconscious; Dying 3; Clumsy 1; -5 movement; Wounded 2; Enfeebled 2)
'Little Zura' (-43; 3 Persistent Fire)
Ahksiva (-59; 3 Persistent Fire)
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The cleric once again continues to sustain his Spiritual weapon's spell and uses it to attack the creature and to get the flank with Gruvok.
Spiritual weapon:
Damage:
Then he pulls out his 1st lvel scroll of Heal and casts once again a heal spell upon Gedrim.
Heal, 1 action:
Gedrim, take care! Next time I can't do anything more for you.
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Dranald smacks the woman with the spectral weapon, leaving her bruised.
Farryn tosses an alchemist's fire, and manages to single her slightly.
Jasariel channels healing energy into Gedrim, once again waking him up.
Gruvok pimp-slaps the 'Walrus' with a gout of flame, killing it.
Ukh then immolates Ahksiva, leaving her quite charred, her once-beautiful hair a mess.
Dranald (-)
Farryn (-; Clumsy 1; -5 movement)
Jasariel (-; Clumsy 1; -5 movement)
Gruvok (-16; Clumsy 1; -5 movement; Fort save)
Ukh (-)
Gedrim (-; Clumsy 1; -5 movement; Wounded 3; Enfeebled 2)
Ahksiva (-83; 3 Persistent Fire)
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Eyeing fluttering open again, Gedrim looks around. "Mugma phsreemsha..."
Shaking his head to try and clear the sparkling lights he sees everywhere, he continues to crawl away from the woman.
"I..." trailing off, he considers the wisdom in his next words before smiling widely. "It would seem my broom has left you a bit raw."
Sending a single bolt of force at her, he allows the broom to vanish from the room.
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Gruvok starts to feel weakened...
Gedrim struggles to crawl away, then vindictively taunts Ahksiva, before tossing a solitary force missile at her.
It rocks her back on her heels, but she remains standing...
She snarls.
"Damn you! Damn you all!"
She then casts a spell, and vanishes...
...but scant seconds later, there is a soft thud from outside the manor, and when you rush outside, you see her charred and withered corpse smouldering on the front steps.
With the threat posed by Ahksiva dealt with, your return journey through the swamp is uneventful.
By the time you return to the city, Venture-Captain Hestia Themis has captured and imprisoned Reast Mycer; Guiding Light has been thoroughly raided.
Without the guidance and rallying figure of Ahksiva, the cult known as Groetus’s Chosen quickly dissolves. The neighborhood of Admiral’s Fen sees a dramatic decrease in violent crime and vandalism over the next several months. Attempts at draining the neighborhood begin in earnest again. The people of Cassomir no longer fear walking the streets!
Venture-Captain Hestia is ecstatic with your work. "I will do all I can to keep hope alive in Admiral’s Fen and ensure that monsters who would prey on the downtrodden can’t find their way into the city.
So long as people have hope and faith, they won’t turn to anger and false prophets..."
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Requesting you personally, Venture-Captain Esmayl ibn Qaradi invites you all to his personal estate in Qadira’s capital of Katheer. Signs of wealth abound; fine cloth awnings hang over an impressive spread of food and drink, with fruits, meats, and grains from across the Inner Sea. Esmayl’s attire is expensive, finely pressed, and immaculate.
When you arrive, the Venture Captain clasps the arm of each of you at the elbow one by one, and invites you to enjoy the refreshments.
"Welcome all of you to my humble home, and thank you very much for coming. I have invited you here so you can help me settle an important matter on behalf of the Pathfinder Society as a whole. As you know, our lodge here in Katheer is the only location we have in the whole of Qadira. This is something I plan to rectify personally, so I have contributed a small fortune to purchasing a plot of land for another lodge, close to the slave port of Sedeq in the south.
We’re having this conversation here due to my personal stake in the matter. As it happens, I’ve come across a problem that’s brought the sale to a complete halt. Two different merchant families, the Agarja and the Patari, have approached me with papers claiming they are the proper owners of this land. Both attest they are descendants of the original landowner, Prince Agar ibn Karatari. I was under the impression I was to deal only with the owner of his estate until these two families stepped forward. The process to complete the sale alone will take months, but thankfully, this is a problem that can be rectified.
With your assistance, we can determine which family is the legitimate heir to the property. There are four documents we can use to authenticate the prince’s lineage, which I have tracked to the bazaars of Katheer. Here is a list of the four merchants you’ll need to speak with. I would recover them myself, but I have another appointment I’m afraid I must keep. While you are in the bazaar, I will be discussing another matter with a fellow Pathfinder agent. I intend to use the new lodge as a safe house for the Society and our allies released from slavery, and I have intelligence which indicates some of our own could be moving through Sedeq from across the Inner Sea.
If you’re able to recover these documents on my behalf, not only can we move ahead with saving our compatriots in chains, but we can establish further relations with the nation of Qadira and hopefully within Casmaron itself.”
He arches an eyebrow.
"Any questions, before you head out...?"
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The small goblin listens quietly the long monologue of the Venture-captain. The are in Qadira and they weather is hot. So no need to move to much and better to wait until they really need to activate themselves.
A story of a new lodge creation. That's a good idea. Why to place this new one near the slavery port is less good. The alchemist has already some ideas about the reasons why but no one satisfy him.
A question appears in his mind in the end. A question that he can't resist to ask for.
Excuse me, but why don't you simply let down this sale to buy another estate?
All in all after their adventures in Razmiran and in Qadira the goblin will be ready for a real estate agent carrier for sure.
For the remainder of the mission, they have to speak with 4 merchants in the bazaar. So they should go.
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A human cleric takes a seat and has the time to relax before the next mission.
This one will begin soon anyway.
Can you tell us more about these two families? And who is the 'owner' with who you were talking before the two families arrived to pretend to be the legal owner?
That's two questions which can clear something in his mind.
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The Venture Captain nods to Ukh.
"Frankly, I have already invested too much time and money in the necessary permits and other paperwork to arrange purchase of another property. It would literally take months, even after finding a suitable site, before a representative of Qadira might provide their stamp of approval.
This site has lain fallow for some time, without anyone technically claiming it, but now that these other groups have gotten wind of the interest of an outside party in actually purchasing it, they want to make sure the funds go to them, rather than the central Qadiran government.
I don't care whom I pay, just as long as the purchase is completed legitimately, and as quickly as possible.
As for the families concerned, the Agarja family deals in trading spices to and from other lands, and the Patari family farms cattle local to Qadira."
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The Opulent Bazaar of Katheer is magnificent. Qadira’s satrap, Xerbystes II, certainly spared no expense in the upkeep of the capital and is paying an even greater fortune in its expansion. In between merchants from nearby Casmaron and from all over Golarion attempting to hawk their wares, Ukh nevertheless manages to ask around (Gruvok tries to help, but just doesn't manage to provide meaningful assistance), and eventually finds where each of the four locations you need to go are...
...although it *still* takes two hours!
Anebu, a Garundi woman of very eclectic tastes, owns the Satrap Esoterica and is rumored to have everything you want under the Qadiran sun — and everything you need under the satrap’s starry skies. Qaradi has tracked a book here which allegedly contains Prince Agar’s memoirs, written in his own hand.
The truth of the matter is the proprietor owns several books that supposedly contain what you are looking for, but only one of them is the correct one...
The sun seems to shine more brightly upon the sign of the Morning Sands. Perhaps divinely so, as this quaint shop serves as an antechamber to one of the many churches of Sarenrae in Katheer. The Vudrani priestess Zarida informed the venture-captain that she recalled something she read about Prince Agar in the church’s library. She’s willing to part with it on Esmayl’s behalf to you, if only she can remember whether she found it among the sacred texts or within the forbidden archives...
The Four Dunes is a cartographer’s shop run by a pair of halfling twins who go by the names Fali and Farul Dunes. Claiming to serve merchants and navies alike, the fact that they own more maps of the seas than the local deserts (scribbled with their own messy handwriting, no less) easily gives away their true profession. They readily provide the map the venture-captain was inquiring about, eager themselves to learn of where the property of an ancient Qadiran prince might lie...
Onlau, a Tien scribe in the government of Katheer, operates Royal Concessions. They’ve turned their job in genealogical studies into their passion. As a specialist in noble lineages, their most frequent clients are people seeking familial prestige. They are fond of the saying, “It’s not where the apple falls, but the height of the tree.”
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The goblin tries to goes quickly as well inside the bazaar to find out the proofs they need to ascertain the owner of the land the venture-captain wants to buy.
So if you have everything, you must have something for us.
Crafting (Identify Alchemy):
the goblin tries to determine the correct volume.
The goblin tries to recall knowledge about the story of the Prince Agar to help the priestess to remember where she found it.
Occultism:
The goblin is less confident in this part of the researches.
Nature:
Finally he looks at the genealogy in a passionate manner. Especially he tries to identify the different blazons.
Heraldry Lore:
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Jasariel can't help but roll her eyes and sigh internally as she listens to the Venture-Captain explain his predicament. This is what we have come to, relying on scraps of paper to decide who claims hollow dominion over land itself. If only the earth was as pure an expression of She Who Guides the Wind and the Waves as the sea, they would realize the meaninglessness of their squabbles. Though I can see the importance of this matter to the Society, however ridiculous the methods may be.
In the Bazaar, Jasariel applies her theological knowledge and maritime expertise to the task of obtaining the necessary documents.
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At Satrap Esoterica, Ukh determines the correct volume by locating text written in invisible ink, which can be revealed with a simple application of heat, such as holding a blade warmed in a candle or torch near the page!
At Morning Sands, Jasariel gives the priestess enough information to quickly collect the correct scroll from the sacred texts.
At The Four Dunes, Jasariel locates the most suitable ground to build upon on the path between Katheer to Sedeq to avoid natural disasters, like sinkholes and landslides.
At Royal Concessions, Ukh traces the correct volume by following the changing family crests over the centuries.
A group of individuals armed with sturdy clubs shows up.
"We'll take those; that information belongs to us!"
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Gedrim (-)
Dranald (-)
Ukh (-)
C (-, -)
R (-, -)
Jasariel (-)
Gruvok (-)
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The happy go lucky (not really) halfling rushes up to the group panting a bit, "Just got your... never mind."
He turns to face down the two thugs down his side of the ally, "Sadly for you all, I've been itching to try this out. So... we start by melting your face off, then swap to frying you two's brains. Let's see how you all do!"
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The goblin is thinking that these streets are not very smart. The ones of Admiral's fen were less dangerous even if they were said to be. But nevermind he throws quickly two bombs towards each of the foes in his direction.
Pay attention grenade!
Alchemist's fire, moderate:
Damage, splash:
Alchemist's fire, moderate:
Damage, splash:
Then he draws his crossbow.
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"Seems we have some competition to squash." mumbles Gedrim as he watches his companions unload on the nearby duo.
With a flick of his wrist, an over-sized centipede appears at the end of the alley. Rushing forward, it bites at the man with the blue scarf.
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Farryn tosses a flask of acid, which lightly burns Green...
...who is literally shocked by the subsequent electrical discharge.
Gedrim summons a centipede, which flails around, missing completely.
Dranald summons a spectral weapon, which delivers a solid hit to Green.
Ukh then tosses a pair of Molotov cocktails, immolating both his foes.
The two finely-dressed individuals smile.
"Now now, there is no need to fight..."
They then cast spells...
...before starting inspiring battle cries.
Meanwhile, the other two move in, and start swinging at *other* targets.
The centipede is squashed like a bug, and then Cyan moves forward, whilst Red moves in and misses Ukh.
Jasariel (-)
Gruvok (-)
Farryn (-)
Gedrim (-; Will save)
Dranald (-)
Ukh (-; Will save)
C (-34, -)
R (-23; 3 Persistent Fire, -)
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"I disagree good sir. You squished my companion..." replies the half-elf, shaking off his magical attempt.
For a moment, he considers bring forth another creature to fight, before moving out of the alley. A sly smile spreading across his face, he calls out "Farryn and them have the right idea. We've got to take them 'one grease at a time.'"
With a pinch of butter, he summons up a slipper surface beneath the closest duo. "I suggest you 'Grease and desist' while you still can!"
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Jasariel tosses out a blast of sound...
...which both targets shrug off with a wince.
Gruvok channels a great gout of flame...
...charring the scruffy one.
Farryn Steps back, and channels electricity again...
...causing both men's skulls to explode, as their skulls turn into impromptu pressure-cookers for their brains.
Gedrim tosses out some bacon-fat...
...tripping the scruffy one.
Dranald's spectral weapon misses.
Ukh's bomb, on the other hand, scores a direct hit.
The man who is singing gives Gruvok a winning smile.
"Come now, surely you see that there is no need for more senseless violence..."
Meanwhile, his companion staggers to his feet, moves forward, and takes a swing at Gedrim...
...but misses.
Jasariel (-)
Gruvok (-; Will save)
Farryn (-)
Gedrim (-)
Dranald (-)
Ukh (-)
C (-25; 3 Persistent Fire)
R (-20)