[PFS2 GM Psyblade] 01-01 The Absalom Initiation

Game Master Psyblade

The final zombie flops to the ground in a pile as it folds in upon itself.

Go ahead and do what you need to do for Haast as he is still dying.

The remainder of the night is not quite as eventful.Throughout you hear the creaks of boards and moans of a few lingering spirits but none seem to accost you as you lie wide awake for the majority of the evening.

As the first rays of light emerge you report back to Calisro Benarry. She looks quite pleased and only offers two questions. "Did you find anything interesting? And did you last the whole night without fleeing in terror?"

Doc mixes up an elixir and administers it to Haast.

He nods to Calisro. "Indeed, we discovered that there had been some sort of criminal enterprise based out of that building. It appears that there was a haunting - and, indeed, some zombies! - that were somehow tied to that enterprise."

"Their unquiet spirits were hungry for revenge." Namza reflects ruefully on the harrowing experience.

"Thanks, Doc!" Vellir's grin returns with Haast back in action.

The halfling's good mood persists back to the Grand Lodge, so long as the party is still on. "We would need some sort of magically-empowered lawmen to clear the place out."

Benarry claps each of you on the shoulders appreciatively. "You'll need bravery like that to make a name for yourselves out there."

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With each of your missions completed that you have been assigned you decide to return back to the faction leaders. Janira intercepts you in the halls of the Grand Lodge.

Janira Gavix races down the hall, her blond hair flying in her excitement. “I just heard you made it back—congratulations! It sounds like everything went, well, about as well as anyone could expect. Come with me, I have something for each of you.”

The halfling woman leads the way into a small office and distributes finely crafted wooden boxes. Within each, a gleaming compass lid emblazoned with the Glyph of the Open Road and an engraved name lies upon a cushion of silk. “I’m not sure if you’ve picked up your own wayfinders yet, but when you do, you should have ones that prove that you belong. Now it’s official,” she beams. “Welcome to the Pathfinder Society!”

That is the end of the scenario. The game has already been reported and I will work on getting your chronicles out.

Thanks, Tyranius!

Thank you for taking over Tyranius.

Thanks again for the assist!