Nearly every nation has contributed to the Mendevian Crusade, but few are willing to send additional aid to assist the Pathfinder Society directly. Owed a favor the elves cannot refuse, Pathfinders travel to Kyonin to secure a force of some of the finest demon-hunters in Avistan only to find that the hunters are missing in action. Can the Pathfinders extract the lost elves from the depths of Tanglebriar, or will they become the latest casualties of Treerazer’s domain?
You have been summoned to the Grand Lodge by Master of Spells Aram Zey. You are directed to the deep subbasement where the Hao Jin Tapestry is kept, and you are told to wait while he works with a group of agents he is sending into the tapestry.
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Click. Clack. Click. Clack.
The sound of wooden footsteps tapping on the stone floor can be heard as something approaches. Upon arrival it is a small creature that stands only a bit under 4 feet. Its body is a tangles up mesh of vines that trace under a set of clothes made of spider webs, with a cloak of autumn leaves sprouting from its back. The most interesting feature is that it has a Pumpkin for a head.
"Hey, hey now. No need to look shocked. I don't bite." It attempts to joke. Perhaps it does not resonate well, because the creature seems to lack social grace. "The name is Kindle Crow. You called for Rosella Illicia, daughter of the late former Pathfinder and wizard Magellan Illicia. She is now present."
Silence fills the room He stands alone for a moment, then the pumpkin creature looks at the wall, placing what could be called its hands on its hips. "No need to be shy, now! Come out and say hello!"
Slowly and steadily, the light blue ethereal form of a young woman in her teen years steps through the wall. She wears a dress of simple design that goes down to her wrists and ankles, with hair pulled behind her head in a pony tail, and a flower protruding from the front. She shyly bows, eyes gazing downward.
"He.. Hello. I am Rosella Illicia, and my friend here is the one who is now the Pathfinder... Please do not be alarmed by my appearance.." She then stands back at full height of about the same as the pumpkin headed Leshy. She goes over to her companion and stands slightly behind him, as though attempting to be unseen.
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A tall, beautiful elven male dressed in Osirion-style desert robes silently watches the appearance of the leshy and its phantom. Like many elves, he carries a rapier and a bow. The most curious evident quality of this elf is that he is surrounded by wispy tendrils of shadow that move as if urged by some unseen force.
The elf performs a series of short, complex hand gestures. The shadows coalesce briefly into an orb in front of him. Within the orb, as though separated by vast distance, are many tiny points of light. As quickly as it appears the orb recedes, and in its place is a tiny dragon, no bigger than a housecat, with scales as black as night and a long tail ending in a stinger. The creature flaps its wings and comes to rest on the elf's shoulder.
The elf smiles serenely.
I am Quenly, the Jacinth Sage. I have made this creature from elf-magic. It will speak for me, and relay your thoughts to me. The voice is heard by all present, in their native tongues, though neither the elf nor the dragon has spoken aloud.
I serve the ancient gods of my people. Since the gods chose me as their vessel I have heard no voices but theirs. I can see words upon your lips, if you face me when you speak, but it is simpler by far for you to communicate with me by thought. My creature need only be nearby.
I understand that we are to travel to Kyonin? It has been some nine years sine I left. I return with much new knowledge. My people will be glad.
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Coming from down the hallway, you hear the sounds of clanking armor and a rustling of feathers, accompanied by some annoyed but jovial shouting.
Beak! Be careful! You're too big for these hallways! Don't get the master of spells mad at us by knocking any artifacts off their pedestals! Be careful you clod!
After a few more moments of this, a short but wide half orc enters the room. He is clad in glimmering mithril, except for what appears to be an adamantine gauntlet on one hand, with a holy symbol of a flexed arm hanging around his neck. Anyone with any knowledge religion will recognize it as a symbol of Kurgess, the Strong Man - god of competition, sport, and fair play.
As he enters the room, he smiles widely and greets everyone, while the ruffling of feathers and the startled grumbling of other pathfinders continues from the hall.
Hahaha! Every group is more motley than the last! But more capable as well! Greetings! Kramac is my name! It will surely be a pleasure to adventure with all of you! And this here is Beak! My faithful companion!
Kramac motions to the door, as if expecting that another creature had entered the room. Seeing only an empty doorway, Kramac sighs, and returns to the door.
BEAK! Get in here! BEAK!
A few moments later, a gigantic Heron ducks its head through the doorway and stands before the party.
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As he sails the Voracious once more into Absalom Harbor, the Elf known as Flyndyngylyn wonders quietly about yet another summons from Aram Zey. He had been sent on more than a few missions by the Master of Spells...but since Zey made no secret of his disdain for Flyn on each occasion, the ranger was genuinely curious why the man continued to summon him...
Undoubtedly, it concerns the Tapestry...and no doubt it must be a serious matter. That pompous bastard has let it be known more than once that he has no use for me, even after several successful missions; hate to see what he'd do if I failed. He must be desperate indeed to include me in a summons, yet again...
"Hooooooo!"
The Elf looks up, grinning at his owl perched high up in the crow's nest, serving as lookout. "Yes, my friend, we have arrived, indeed..."
Once docked, he gathers his gear and pulls the hood from his cloak up over his head, calling the owl as he walks to the gangplank. "Archimedes! Come!"
The owl gracefully flies down and perches on the ranger's shoulder. After reporting to the Absalom Harbormaster, he then heads into Absalom proper...
Although a bit hungry, Flyn knows he'll hear an earful from Zey if he's late, so he makes a beeline for the Grand Lodge. Regardless of the reason, it's good to be home again; I hope they're serving refreshments along with this mission brief...
Very familiar with the place, Flyn effortlessly makes his way to the subbasement. It appears I'm not the first to arrive...well, at least I'm not the last as Master Zey would crucify me...
Arching an eyebrow as he sees a pumpkin-headed Leshy, an ethereal girl, and a pale looking Elf with a dragon that speaks for him, thinking, This will be interesting, to say the least...
He nods to himself as he identifies the other Elf's spell. He then smiles and bows to them. "Greetings. Flyndyngylyn, at your service...but as that can be a mouthful, you may call me Flyn..."
As the new entry arrives, Flyn's eyes go wide in recognition and he immediately walks up to clasp arms with the half-Orc. "Kramac, my friend! Long time, no see! Great to be journeying with you once again. Have you seen Kiboko lately? Do you know if he'll be joining us as well?"
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Zaarah enters the room and looks around.
She is a scrawny girl with auburn hair and amber eyes. She is standing with eyes wide open.
Her features seem Chelaxian but also have something else mixed in.
She is wearing light mithral armor and carries a black pulsing Scimitar at her hip that is attached to her wrist with a very fine chain.
Zaarah seems to be pleasantly surprised!
”Oh Master Flyn!!! Master Flyn Sir!! It is so good to see you again! Such an unbelievable honor to serve with you again!“ Zaarah shouts and runs to Flyn’s side.
”It is really you! But can you believe that we are here with this arrogant master of spells again?!!“ she says rolling her eyes.
”You cannot believe what he said about you the last time that I saw him! Master Flyn, you can be sure that I did not allow him to speak about you with disrespect and I clarified all your heroic deeds that I was able to witness!“
She suddenly draws her Scimitar that is so black that it almost absorbs light.
"Mesh! Wha ... what?!? I cannot believe that we agree on something again! Yes, yes ... ” she says and looks from the sword to Flyn ”... he’s a super Pathfinder!“ she says grinning.
She seems to listen to something and looks at her black magical sword and then starts laughing!
”Ha ha ha ... “
Suddenly she realises that Flyn and her are not alone.
”Oh Mr. handsome elf and Mr. pumpkin man and Ms. ghostly queen and Mr. broad shoulder man and hello two birds too! So great to meet you! Are you sure ... I mean I assume or assure you that I am a little bit crazy but that there will be no harm for any bystanders! And I have taken my medication for today! Oh ... my name is Zaarah!!“ she says and jumps into the air.
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Flyn smiles fondly at his former student as she comes running to his side. He gives her a friendly hug and greets her.
"Zaarah, it's good to see you again! You look remarkably well. So, Master Zey was speaking ill of me again, eh? Well, color me shocked...but thank you for defending me, I do appreciate it. Any way, I'm glad to have you back by my side again...I guess we'll be going back into the Tapestry..."
I have heard that the Hao Jin Tapestry can be used as a form of teleportation device. Perhaps this is Master Zey's intention? Kyonin is a long journey by mundane means.
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Zaarah smiles!
”Yes Master Flyn! But I told him to stop being so rude!“
She then looks at the rest of the Pathfinders and bows.
”I know that Master Flyn shoots arrows and is ... well marvelous! I usually cut things with my friend Mesh and shock things with lightning and my lack of sanity! What do you usually do in your spare time?“ she asks with an awkward voice.
I am the Jacinth Sage, of the Order of Jeweled Sages. I research and record the history of the elven peoples. I am especially concerned with the elves of Osirion. Did you know that it was the Gods of the elves who elevated the ancient Osirion empire?
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Zaarah’s eyes open wide!
”You have to be kidding me! You are a jeweled sage?! You are a scarab sage and you have a jewel! Oh my dear Chaldira you are all masters! Oh Master Quenly!! Oh dear shadow dragon sage! I cannot believe that I will have the possibility to learn and to observe how a true Sage will tackle a mission!“ she says and it is clear that she is almost hyperventilating.
”Whoooo ... this is so crazy!!! Master Quenly Sir! How did you earn your Jewel!?“ she asks in awe.
Several years of service to the Order; many missions completed on behalf of the Sages; and perhaps most importantly, I helped to save the Order, and the very Jewels themselves, from a grave threat.
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A broad shouldered half-orc who stands at 6'7 and has plenty of tattoos on him enters the room, kicking the door open with no great care. He is wearing a mithral breastplate with a mendevian flag on it. He has a Falchion at his side that has a special aura to it.
The man bears no sign of his belonging to the society nor to any faction, aside from one tattoo who looks like metallic wings burning, covering his muscular right arm.
Looking at the persons around, he yells
Shamak looks like he just woke with a really bad hangover and his breath stinks of an interesting mix of mead and beer.
He looks around drunkenly, acknowledging the diverse phantom, dragon and animal and eventually shouts
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Flyn nods to the dragon. ”My father was an Elf of Osirion...but he died ere I was born...”
Upon hearing the dragon mention the tapestry as a teleportation device, Flyn shakes his head. ”Kyonin? My summons did not mention that...why am I not surprised?”
He reflects for a moment before continuing. ”I was born in a small settlement in the Fierani Forest there; my mother moved to be with family after my father passed. I haven’t been back since I was a youth...”
The group of you meet up and spend some time catching up in some cases, introducing in others. A journeyman wizard comes up beside you and coughs, pointing up to the scaffolding where Aram Zey stands, with a look of utter contempt on his face.
"If it isn't too much trouble, perhaps you could get up here so we can get on with this?"
You step up onto the platform next to the Master of Spells (with Beak standing on the ground, leaning his huge head against Kramac's leg). Once you are all assembled, he begins.
“Pathfinders, let’s keep this brief. That was the seventeenth group it has been my grueling duty to send through the tapestry today, and words cannot express my inordinate pleasure at understanding there will be an eighteenth,” he growls through the gritted teeth of a forced smile. “Nonetheless, this mission is an important one, and the society has few others who are cut out to handle the task.” He pauses to take several deep breaths, which do much to alleviate his sour mood.
“One of my colleagues, Venture-Captain Varian Jeggare, spent a considerable amount of time in Kyonin, and in doing so he performed a considerable service for Queen Telandia Edasseril. She owes him a considerable favor in return, and he was gracious enough to use it for the society’s benefit. Jeggare is busy elsewhere, so he cannot deliver the message himself. Instead he wrote out a formal request and letter of introduction for all of you. It seems he thinks you would represent the society well in playing messenger,” Zey explains before adding under his breath, “and to his credit I can imagine worse ambassadors.”
“As you can see, the letter is sealed, and it should remain so until you meet General Theila Tenasi and give it to her. In effect, it requests that she provide the Pathfinder Society a contingent of rangers specialized in hunting demons to assist us as we make our way to Jormurdun. So, that’s your mission: Go to Kyonin, meet with the general, and make sure the elves don’t back out of this favor. We have a contact in Greengold who can secure you quick passage back to Absalom or anywhere else you need to go afterward. You’ll be using the Tapestry to reach Kyonin, and Kreighton Shaine has already contacted the elves to let them know to expect you. Any questions?”
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Zey’s voice grates on Flyn’s ears and he rolls his eyes at Zaarah, but he silently moves to the platform, gives a curt bow, and listens intently to the briefing...
The ranger nods, almost imperceptibly, as he recalls from his brief time in Kyonin the proper way to deliver the letter...knowing Zey’s temperament, in addition to the Elf’s past history with the man, Flyn knows better than to ask any questions or comment further...so he holds his tongue and shakes his head very slightly at the Master’s query...
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”Oh Mr. handsome elf and Mr. pumpkin man and Ms. ghostly queen and Mr. broad shoulder man and hello two birds too! So great to meet you! Are you sure ... I mean I assume or assure you that I am a little bit crazy but that there will be no harm for any bystanders! And I have taken my medication for today! Oh ... my name is Zaarah!!“ she says and jumps into the air.
Rosella hides behind Kindle when she points out the phantom. The vine leshy nods, and a smile forms on his face. "Ah, another crazy one. I like it."
The phantom continues to hide, but now crouches even deeper behind her Druid companion. Kindle keeps his smile, as though bemused. "And the smasher. Rosie, I pick those two. Make them do their job better."
She looks at Kindle, jaw dropped and in shock.
Without giving her a moment to rebuttal, he turns to listen to the Master of Spells.
"Pathfinders, let’s keep this brief. That was the seventeenth group it has been my grueling duty to send through the tapestry today, and words cannot express my inordinate pleasure at understanding there will be an eighteenth,” he growls through the gritted teeth of a forced smile.
"Oh, don't worry. The pay- err, pleasure, is all ours."
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Haha! Such an enthusiastic bunch! Kramac looks forward to working with you, Zaarah and Shamak! And Flynn, good to see you as always. Maybe later we can have a bird race! I have not heard from Kiboko - him and Mvumbu are probably crashing through evil Aspis or looting some ruin somewhere. I'm sure we'll run across them soon.
To Aram Zey,
We seem an odd lot to send on a diplomatic mission to the Elves, but the Decimvirate knows the capabilities of their agents better than anyone... it should be an easy mission if the favor is already owed. Kramac does not have any other questions. Into the weave!
The phantom quietly chimes in. "I've had practice with foreign discussion before. I hope I can help."
'Foreign'?
Though the night-black dragonling 'voices' the query - and the telepathic voice is devoid of tonality - Quenly frowns somewhat.
The dragon continues: I am a member of the sect of Ancient Lorekeepers - religious scholars who keep the histories of the elven peoples. I am of Kyonin. I am the obvious choice for a diplomatic mission to Kyonin; my return home will be an occasion of celebration.
On to practical matters. I have traveled in the Tapestry before, but never used it as a gateway to another place on Golarion. How is this different than our other journeys into the artifact?
Is there any reason why my fellow elves would be reluctant to honour their bargain with Jeggare?
It is imperative that we open the letter in front of General Telasi, showing her the Seal. An extra-dimensional space would be the ideal storage location until we meet with her.
May I also suggest that each of you brings a small supply of diamond dust. I need no materials for most of my magic - it derives from my nature as an elf - but Restoration spells require the dust.
Quenly looks sadly at Flyn.
I am sorry that you never knew your father, Flyndyngylyn. It is a pity that your mother left Osirion, but it is quite undertandable that she would want to rejoin her own family if she was not also of Osirion. I would be happy to tell you more about your father's culture. It is a culture that changed the world. You should know your heritage.
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Flyn nods as the dragon/Quenly speaks of the letter...since the ranger is not very skilled in the diplomatic field, he’s glad to see another Elf on this mission that is...
Flyn’s eyes mist over for just a brief moment as he hears the voice in his head...not knowing how to answer in turn, he simply whispers, ”Thank you...I’d like that...”
'Foreign'?
Rosella reels back a bit, and bows embarrassed. "Forgive me. I only lived in Absalom during my living years." She then takes her spot behind Kindle again, who seems indifferent to it.
”Oh I like you too!! But you and the ghost queen are a little scary... “
Kindle laughs at the comment. Rosella hides her face in her hands and looks ready to die all over again from embarrasment.
I merely found your choice of words peculiar. After all, I am not a foreigner in Kyonin. But I must seem to be a foreigner to you. Think no more of it.
On to practical matters. I have traveled in the Tapestry before, but never used it as a gateway to another place on Golarion. How is this different than our other journeys into the artifact?
Zey sighs dramatically. "The spell I use is beyond your understanding, but suffice it to say that I bring two points on Golarion together via the dimension warping magic of the tapestry. You will step through and be in Kyonin."
Is there any reason why my fellow elves would be reluctant to honour their bargain with Jeggare?
"Well, that depends on what other interactions they have had recently. Your job is to make sure that they are still friendly and honor Jeggare's request."
With that he turns to the tapestry and begins casting a spell. His assistants direct you to step up and touch a spot on the tapestry, then step through.
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The journey through the Hao Jin Tapestry is quick. Six elves wearing full plate armor as smooth as pearl meet you on the other side. They confirm your identities before escorting you into an elegant keep of artfully styled wood and stone. Up several flights of steps, the elves signal that they have reached their destination, knock, and open the doors to admit you into General Tenasi’s chambers.
Tenasi's spacious room provides a panoramic view of the surrounding woodlands. General Tenasi, an elven woman with chestnut brown hair and wearing medium armor over fine teal clothing, nods and invites you to enter.
She acknowledges the elves, then addresses the others. “As outsiders in Kyonin, I would appreciate your contemplating the rarity of your positions. As a general in charge of these lands’ defense, I expect you to appreciate the gravity of mine. This conversation would not be possible were it not for the letter I understand is in your possession.”
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Quenly glowers as Aram Zey disparages the group. The ever-present shadows that accompany the elf rise up to surround him, intensifying and solidifying. They expand, forming great wing-like shapes that silently move as Quenly rises off the ground.
And then Zey's spell takes effect.
Quenly smiles as he finds himself back home. He nods in acknowledgement towards the elven soldiers. An honour guard he thinks to himself. How appropriate.
For the first time since he met with his fellow pathfinders, Quenly speaks with his own voice. He is loud (though not as loud as Shamak) and slightly discordant.
Today, with my friends here, I represent the Pathfinder Society. You are correct, we have a letter for you."
Quenly reveals the letter intended for the general. He displays the intact Seal prominently towards her, then in her sight he breaks the seal and begins to read aloud...
As Quenly addresses the general, his dragon telepathically translates for the rest of the Pathfinders.
Greetings, General Tenasi. I am Quenlariel Saelgwath of the sect of Ancient Lorekeepers, Jacinth Sage of the Order of Jeweled Sages. I have returned.
Today, with my friends here, I represent the Pathfinder Society. You are correct, we have a letter for you.
The General nods as Quenly presents the letter, and listens as he reads.
Most Honorable General Tenasi,
As you may have been informed, soon after making your acquaintance at the Midsummer Masquerade, I enjoyed the privilege of performing a service to the Viridian Crown. Her Majesty’s generous tokens of appreciation included her counselors’ intimation that you might aid me in an urgent endeavor.
When the demon horde breached the wardstones surrounding the Worldwound, the nations of the Inner Sea region responded with unprecedented unity. Both the Kyonin rangers and the Pathfinder Society have provided support to the latest Mendevian Crusade in an effort to halt the invasion and to repair the breach.
The Worldwound horde is not, however, the only emerging concern. A long-lost dwarven Sky Citadel has recently reappeared. Within its ancient chambers lie millennia of previously unobtainable history. While the Pathfinder Society has already devised plans for a campaign to explore the Sky Citadel, the citadel remains within the region of the Worldwound. No warriors in Avistan can boast the experience of your rangers, who have fought with such valor against the demonic forces of the Witchbole. If you can spare but a score of these peerless fiend-slayers, your assistance would be long remembered not only by the Society but by one to whom Queen Telandia has favored with her gratitude.
Hopeful of your assistance, I present the bearers of this message as capable Pathfinders and beseech you to aid their endeavor.
Count Varian Jeggare
General Tenasi frowns during the reading, and at its conclusion she stands and says, "You would ask me to forfeit my defense to appease spectacularly armed treasure hunters? Kyonin will not give up valuable troops for a secondary objective to a mission it has already supported — especially not when that objective is spearheaded by plunderers!"
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"You do me a dishonour by describing me as a plunderer and a treasure hunter, General. I am a Lorekeeper of Kyonin. You of all people must know what that means. I am a Jeweled Sage - a scholar of History. The lost Sky Citadel represents an unequaled opportunity to acquire first-hand knowledge of an endeavour ancient even by our standards. It would be a grievous loss if we were not able to grasp this chance.
But I sense that there is something else troubling you - or you would be glad to repay the Crown's debt. You speak of the gravity of your situation, and of giving up troops, as though you were pressed by enemies even as we speak. We ask only for the loan of a small group of hunters. Is your situation here so dire that they cannot be spared, even though their service would be in destroying mutual enemies within the worldwound?"
Quenly addresses the general in Elvish whist his creature telepathically translates.
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Flyn bows upon meeting the Elven General. He nods as Quenly introduces the party and presents the letter, impressed by how the Lorekeeper presents himself, in addition to his speech...
Expecting talk like this from Aram Zey but not his own kind, the ranger bristles at Tenasi’s last words. ”You think us mere treasure hunters, General? I assure you, we Pathfinders have aided in the Mendevian crusades no less than Kyonin. I have entered the Worldwound before and fought the Demons there...others in this party probably have as well. Kramac and I fought side-by-side against the Demons, both in lands surrounding the Worldwound and in defense of the Diamond City itself...more than just Kyonin would have suffered if they had broken through there. We did not fight for mere treasure then...we fought because it was the right thing to do! We would not ask for your help if it were otherwise...”
Calming down a bit upon hearing Quenly’s rationale, Flyn temporizes his next words. ”If, as my friend surmises, you are pressed by enemies now, I would be happy to aid you, as both a Pathfinder and an Elf, if you think I could be of assistance...I have a particular dislike when it comes to Demons...”
“News of the Wardstones’ failure reached the Witchbole as quickly as it did Iadara, and the demons have renewed their attacks with greater ferocity,” General Tenasi explains. “I recalled the Uprooters, but one group has not returned or even responded, and by all evidence has been lost. I signed the order to discontinue attempts to locate them, for we do not have the resources to commit even a scout to the task. ”
“As a result, none of my battle plans account for these thirteen lost rangers or their commander Lanverel. Were you to find and rescue them, I could assign them to assist you in reaching the Sky Citadel—after ample recovery time, of course.”
"If you agree to this arrangement, you can visit our quartermaster to purchase any additional supplies you may need, then I will have one of my wizards teleport you to the last known location of the missing squad, Mount Armiya."
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Zaarah is quite impressed by Quenly and nods with a smile.
"Based on your explanations Quinley, we should all use aid to become more resistant to poison and disease."
She then steps up.
"I usually am not so serious but it seems now is the time to prepare for the horrors we might face! You probably know much of this but I will be thorough:
Demons are chaotic evil outsiders originally from the Abyss, and Tanglebriar is one of their footholds on Golarion. The demon lord Treerazer is known as the Lord of the Blasted Tarn and worshipped by dark cults within Kyonin. Demons are known to be immune to electricity and poison, and resistant to acid, cold, and fire.
Additionally, Tanglebriar’s corruption is patterned after Treerazer’s former Abyssal realm. Whether Treerazer has any connection to the Worldwound’s breach is unknown, but Tanglebriar’s reputation as a hotbed of demonic activity is known in the Abyss, and though there's no portal there, it serves as a beachhead for demonic forces.
Well, many of the plants in Tanglebriar exude poison, which the demons naturally ignore. Lesser demons are vulnerable to cold iron and good-aligned attacks, though greater demons typically resist all but the latter.
And although most demons are created in and by the Abyss, there are also rituals—typically lengthy—that can transform one or more mortal creatures into demons. If the ritual is interrupted early enough, the victims might escape transformation." she says with academic precision.
She then looks at her black sword and nods.
"Mesh is right, we also have to account for the fact that some of the Uprooters have been imprisoned and might have been corrupted. So we have to be fast to free them!"
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Based on Zaarah's knowledge, haste is indeed warranted. Kramac is happy to help rescue the elves. Not just to complete his mission for the society, but because it is right. Kramac is happy to rescue the elves from demons even if you were not willing to help. Not all in the Pathfinder Society are merely treasure hunters.
Can we make purchases with Prestige Points here? If so, I'd like to buy a Scroll of Communal Align weapon with 2 castings for 2pp. Otherwise, I'll just pick up a single casting with gold. Kramac does not feel the need to pick up any antiplague or antitoxin - he's hearty enough on his own.
If we get into a fight with a big bad demon that has DR/Good, gather round me and I'll align everyone's weapon round one.
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Flyn is impressed by the thoroughness of both Quenly's and Zaarah's knowledge as it far surpasses his own...
"The Tanglebriar...we were warned as children to avoid that place of horror...and that if we weren't good, Treerazer would come and take us there...looks like I've come full circle..."
Nodding to Kramac, Flyn says, "Indeed, my friend, we should waste no time in moving to their aid...we should be prepared to go in hot..."
Turning to General Tenasi, the ranger queries, "What can you tell us of these Uprooters? How can we best recognize them? I know they be Elves but I ask as I have encountered Demons before that could 'assume' the bodies of those they vanquished. And I assume we'll have to get back here the old-fashioned way, yes?"
Just before being teleported, Flyn will tap himself with his wand of mage armor (AC26).
I agree with Flyndyngylyn. We should be ready for immediate hostilities. I have numerous magics to employ before we teleport. How are we prepared for facing disease and poison?
"What can you tell us of these Uprooters? How can we best recognize them? I know they be Elves but I ask as I have encountered Demons before that could 'assume' the bodies of those they vanquished. "
“Kyonin has many units that patrol its borders, and the Uprooters are several of the most daring groups. They willingly brave Tanglebriar when the elves must strike a target in enemy territory.
“It is reasonable to assume that any elf in Tanglebriar who does not appear corrupt or insane is an Uprooter. More specifically, the Uprooter emblem is an inverted black tree, roots aimed skyward, against a brown background. Most wear a clasp of the insignia on their cloaks.”
"And I assume we'll have to get back here the old-fashioned way, yes?"
“If you can teleport yourselves and the Uprooters out of Tanglebriar, by all means do so. Teleporting in can be unreliable due to the constantly changing topography, but out should be doable. Otherwise, yes, the 'old fashioned way'."