Each of you is aware of the facts on the handout found on slide 2, whether you were ooc or not.
You arrived yesterday at the Sandswept Hall in Sothis, Osirion, yesterday. You had a chance to meet each other, before being called to a meeting today in the lush gardens surrounding the Pathfinder Lodge with Venture-Captain Norden Balentiir see slide 1.
The shaded gardens outside the Sandswept Hall provide a welcome respite from the sweltering midday sun. Venture-Captain Norden Balentiir reaches up to one of the date palms overhead, pulling down a bunch of ripe fruit to share with the table. “They’re good for much more than shade, my friends. But I did not call you here to enjoy my garden. A few months ago, I finally received confirmation that we would be able to execute one of the last excavation permits issued by the Osiriani government. The site is a desert location where the dunes have shifted, revealing the beginnings of a staircase leading down beneath the sands."
“The Osiriani government is protective of its cultural history, and with recent changes in their stance on allowing foreign archaeologists to work inside their borders, I wasn’t sure this permit would even stand. The bureaucracy was rather slow this time around, but it turns out we were approved before they stopped issuing permits. I’ve already secured your provisions, including camels, tents, food, water, tools to perform the excavation, and a map to the site. As you know, it may take many weeks to clear the site of debris. The desert can be unforgiving, so don’t hesitate to return here to rest as needed."
“The government has already sent guards to oversee the site and protect against any potential thieves. Remember—keeping up a good reputation in Osirion is vital to the Pathfinder Society’s continued presence here. Don’t antagonize the guards.”
As the team comes together for breakfast, "Greetings fellow Pathfinders. My name is Jakob, it is a pleasure to meet you all. I'm a retired innkeep turned storyteller. Yourselves?" He helps himself as they wait for their Venture-Captain, making small talk between bites.
The tall, older human male reaches up and plucks a date. "A marvel, keeping enough water flowing to ensure such luxury." He takes a bite of the fruit, "Are there any other laws or protocol we should be aware of? Do we have to declare what we find?"
|Pell the Peerless|
"No need for concern, Venture-Captain Norden Balentiir." announces a handsome warrior, his armor well-maintained and his polished blades glistening in the light. "A task, once bestowed upon Pell the Peerless, is as good as done."
"Greetings fellow Pathfinders. My name is Jakob, it is a pleasure to meet you all. I'm a retired innkeep turned storyteller. Yourselves?"
"A storyteller, eh?" Pell smiles. "Then you'll no doubt wish to stick with me, old man, as I assure you that you will have no shortage of dashing tales to tell."
The warrior reaches up and grabs several pieces of ripe fruit from the tree, before placing most of them within his mouth. After chewing for several moments, he adds, "So, when do we depart?"
”Glad ta see someone who takes pleasure in da craftsmanship of der armor.”
Brogag looks at Peel up and down. ”We make dem tales togeder den.”
Shield slung on his back. Brogag carries a dwarven waraxe on one hand. His chain mail
clangs slightly with each step. His red beard perfectly kept.
”I got a tale. Once had dis crab try to...” Brogag stops and angrily bangs the handle of his axe on the ground. His face showing a hint of rage he continues.
”Dat crab try to make Brogag a meal, but me got mad and smashed it.”
”Jakob, how bout a tale before we go?”
"Our permit will allow us access to whatever you find without having to declare it. I don't think you'll run across any unusual laws, but be wary of any aggressive actions against others that aren't aggressive towards you. You can leave this evening. I'd suggest traveling during evening and early morning to avoid the desert sun and the cold of night. This map should guide you easily to the site from here." He provides you with a map of a fairly straightforward path to the ruin and the Society's permit to explore it.
"Well enough, we can be peaceable. Lastly, are there any thoughts as to what this may be? Any legends or tales that may hold a clue?" He smiles to the team, "Certainly, I've tales enough to keep us entertained on our way."
As VC Norden finishes answering the teams questions and prep is done, Jakob begins the tale of the abbot and the castellan who bravely a explore an ancient desert tomb... Not unlike what the team is about to do... How the two awake an ancient Pharaoh and the surprisingly humorous turn their adventure takes.
"Ah, a mystery. A fine reason to travel far from Absalom." The speaker is a shaven-headed elf in undecorated and practical robes whose creases indicate their newness. He bows to the Venture-Captain and the rest of the party. "I am Lo--your pardon. I am called Aeinquel, and I am a practitioner of the arcane arts."
A red haired dwarf with skin that has the texture of someone fair who has been sunburned enough to be dark sits at a corner of the table at breakfast. He eats methodically but copiously, obviously more for fuel than for taste.
"Ulfgar," he says, tersely as introductions are being made.
After a few more bites he throws in. "Ironhead."
At the briefing, he plucks a single date and chews it slowly. His arms are crossed over his chest and a scowl that seems the only expression he's capable of rests on his face.
Like Brogag, he has a Dwarven Waraxe, wearing it strapped to his back. But instead of a shield, he has a Clan Dagger at his belt. It is obvious the weapon is not for ornamentation and shows the wear and tear of being a tool he's used not only for killing and skinning.
Departing that evening, you have a relatively uneventful trek through the desert following Balentiir's instructions to avoid traveling during the hottest and coldest parts of the day.
When you arrive at the ruin, you see that the entrance to the ruin has been excavated. A canvas fence is secured around the staircase that leads down into the ruin, blocking the sand from undoing the work that appears to have been done. Sitting under a nearby tarp, is an armored woman (see slide 1) humming to herself, while keeping watch over the site. Two additional people are lying under the shade of the tarp and four camels are hitched at the site.
As you approach, the woman calls out to you, "Are you more Pathfinders? Nice of you to get here after all the hard labor clearing the entryway was finished."
Jakob provides whatever documentation Balentiir shared, or provides any statement of authority. As he does he asks, "A month? Quiet but dreadfully boring labor! Once we've finished we will recommend due compensation for you all. You're time and work are appreciated." He offers since gratitude for the guards work, then asks, "Did you say the head Pathfinder? Odd, we didn't expect him to join us. Was it Venture-Captain Balentiir? Or if you didn't get a name, could you describe the person?"
Ulfgar looks over the dig with an appraising eye. He leans over to look down the steps.
Slowly, his head turns to the guard when she mentions other Pathfinders showing up before them.
His left hand comes to rest on his Clan Dagger, though he doesn't draw it...yet.
He looks around at the other Pathfinders who came with him, giving them a few seconds to prepare then heads down the steps.
Despite what he reached for at the surface, once he gets out of sight of the Osiriani guards, he unlimbers his axe, holding it in his left hand and pulls a javelin out with his right.
He is looking for, and expecting, trouble.
Society/Aid Aeinquel/ DC 20: 1d20 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 5 + 4 = 20
Jakob rattles off names and rolls of the various Society members that are known to live or general operate in the region...
|Pell the Peerless|
Society: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Pell ponders the name of the early arrival as well, though he looks to the others to confirm his suspicions.
"Whether Pathfinder or poser, I suppose it is time for us to meet this, Nefaram Subeli." he suggests.
Despite knowing the exploits of many Pathfinders past and present, none of you have heard of a Nefaram Subeli.
Presuming you continue on into the ruin, you make your way down a 10 ft. wide staircase to a room that is dark save for the light coming in from outside. The floors are covered in a thin layer of sand and pillars hold up the ceiling of the 10 ft. high entryway. Several of these pillars are collapsed, while statues around the edges of the room depict scarab beetles. Exits lead south and west from the room, while a doorway to the east has become blocked with the passage of time. See slide 3.
Aeinquel has prepared and cast mage armor in the morning.
The elf murmurs a cantrip and sets his staff to glowing. By the witchlight, he studies the walls and statuary. "Ah, yes. Scarab beetles, or as the people of the time called them, 'kheper.' They are commonly associated with tombs, mortuaries, and the like." He sketches some of the statues in a notebook.
|Pell the Peerless|
Society: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
"Yes, well, I knew that too." Pell replies, trying to sound as confident as the elf. "Shall we head west?"
Jakob lights a lantern and holds it high in his left hand, he rests his right hand on the pommel of his sword.
"Perhaps we should try to find this Subeli first? Try to clear up his purpose for being here." He moves cautiously into the tomb looking for anything out of the ordinary. "Is there anyone able to track him?"
Ulfgar takes a few steps forward to get away from all the tracks they've created coming into the room.
He goes down on one knee, a weapon on each shoulder and examines the sand on the floor, rising up into a hunched over position to look further depending on what he finds.
Survival[T: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
Ulfgar cocks his head to the side, slowly swinging his gaze from the western exit to the southern one. His mouth moves as though he were chewing something, yet it's empty. That doesn't stop him from spitting in to the dust after several seconds of contemplation though.
Standing up, he readies axe and javelin again and heads south.
"Der wil be tales to tell of dis place." Brogag mutters while admiring the architecture of the place.
"Everyone best be stayin' close."
Brogag stays close to the group ready for what ever might come out.
Sorry. Meant to have a post up yesterday, but we went out to dinner and I had some bad Chinese. Still not siting right with me.
"Brogag has the right of it," Ulfgar answers Aeinquel's question.
"Look," he says, pointing at the oddity in the tracks. He starts searching for the reason for it.
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Brogag looks at Aeinquel."Questions be good. Best be stayin' near me. Brogag will keep yer safe."
|Pell the Peerless|
"No sense standing around." says Pell as he draws his blade and follows Ulfgar.
Jakob walks up to the pressure plate, "Anyone able to remove this obstacle? I could help, but can't do it myself."
Can we get the trap on the map? Anyone Trained in Thievery? I can use Guidance to give a +1 to the roll.
|Pell the Peerless|
"I suppose I could try, though I am more nimble on my feet than with my hands." offers Pell.
Map is updated with the trap. Friendly reminder that in PF2, it is a DC20 check to Aid Another. There is no penalty for rolling a failure on a Thievery check, you must be trained to attempt this one, but rolling a critical failure would set off the trap. It is also possible to just smash it, though the trap does have a non-trivial AC and hardness. You also have another path that you could take.
Ulfgar nods in agreement as Brogag speaks about questions. He puts his javelin away long enough to rest a hand on Aeinquel's shoulder, though he has to reach WAY up to do so. It's not exactly friendly but...reassuring.
He leaves his javelin sheathed, for the moment. "Which way?" he asks, looking from the other exit back down at the pressure plate. He slaps his waraxe against his palm, indicating how he would have to deal with the trap if they pick the one with the obvious danger.
Jakob eyes the pressure plate, "Let's follow our friend's footprints. Seems he wasn't able to disarm the trap either." He motions to the western passage where the trail continues.
"I'm no coward, but I will freely admit my skill with this sword won't be inspiring many tales. With that, who would like to go first? I can follow second or third. I have some minor healing abilities as well."
Should we do matching order now?