More to Come
You arrive in Diobel via the overland route from Absalom to meet a contact in a pub known as “The Tails”; a dingy, brine-soaked shack covered with swordfish tails located in a rundown section of town called South Reach. There, bitter longshoreman coming off the graveyard shifts pile in and slam rounds of a potent shark-fin liquor, cursing and complaining until they’re drunk enough to be carted home by noon. The disparaged scene has few prying eyes—the ideal place for Pathfinders to pass along their covert whispers. You enter early in the day, when the small crowd of older men is at its most drunk and rowdy, the revelry within barely contained by the boarded-up windows. You stand out like sore thumbs among the ruddy-faced dockworkers, most of whom have more ginblossoms than teeth. The crowd immediately heckles you for being up-scalers and gold-thumbers, demanding you spend some of your coin to buy the bar a round, but quickly fall silent when moments later, a dark, cloaked figure rises from the back of the bar. Then, eyes averted, everyone returns to their former conversations. Drawing back his cloak, your contact reveals himself—a man his late forties with obvious Chelaxian features and a faint beard. He introduces himself only as Osprey, then invites you to sit before he finally tells you why the Society dragged you to Diobel:
“We’ve word that the accursed Chelaxian pirate Darsielle Du Moire’s has anchored his much sought ship, the Hydra’s Fang, in the harbor. Everyone’s looking for that bastard. He carries with him some ancient tablets of extreme historical value to our organization. Unknown to most, Wittlestone, the small Andoren town Du Moire razed to the ground, was also home to Myraxus Threeshadows, a noted but aging sage and umber mystic supposedly of ancient Azlanti decent. Among Myraxus’s possessions he kept ancient forgeries of several tablets used in ancient rites during Old Azlant’s height. When Darsielle destroyed the village, he slew the wizard and took the tablets, hoping to pawn them to one of his buyers in Diobel. The tablets are a priceless archeological treasure, one greatly desired by the Pathfinder Society. In fact, just prior to the Azlanti’s death, we placed several bids to purchase the tablets and so naturally were the first to realize they’d gone missing. You must race to get Du Moire and recover the stolen tablets before his pursuers find him or he flees port.
“If our sources are correct, we’ve learned that he owes a substantial amount of money to one of the Consortium’s more ambitious Enforcers, an importer named Lubor Staizkal. Likely he needs to settle with him at some point. Go to Lubor’s shop on Meldon Lane, near the docks, and see if you can pick up Du Moire’s trail from there, then do whatever you can to get those tablets. May the Gods speed you in this task.”
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A small figure squeezes past two of the less-sober patrons, smoothing his blue beard and dusting off his clothes as he stands in front of the senior Pathfinder. "Drelluandast here! Are we expecting these tablets to be magical? That could help us track them more easily if they were. And do we have someone watching this Hydra's Fang ship in the harbor in case this Du Moire tries to flee unexpectedly early?"
"As far as I know, the tablets are not magical." Osprey then shakes his head. "No, we do not have anyone watching the ship. It is still damaged from its last encounter and still needs a weeks worth of repairs."
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A dwarf wearing a breastplate and holding a war ax in his hand. Asks Osprey a few questions.
"Ye say there are others pursuing for the tablets, do ye know who they might be?
Should we expect trouble form them? And what's this Darsielle Du Moire’s look like, anything that makes him stick out?
And how public do ye want our dealings, or do we need to keep our actions on the hush hush?"
Keeping a close hand on his coin purse so it doesn't go missing.
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A Tien woman in peasant's clothes slides through the crowds. If she didn't introduce herself, she would have seemed like other one of the many travelers. Her clothes smell a little like she didn't wash them after walking through the sewers () but that's the impression she wants to give.
"My name is Tsuan."
She has no magical training but she does enjoy stopping pirates.
"Would the Pathfinder Society prefer Du Moire dead or alive?"
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A tall and lanky man, with a bushy beard and a mane of wild red hair, enters the place. His face is a little bit pale, and he wears a suit of chain shirt, and two massive weapons: a big two handed axe and a kind of polearm
Do we know if that pirate is a user of dark magics? Has he been known to use undead?
A lovely woman steps out of the shadows
"Please don't mind him. Sometimes he thinks he is a paladin of the highest order.
My name is Kyra, and I am at your service. "
"As much as he deserves to meet a swift end. This is not an assassination mission. However, if he so happens to get in the way, well, I'll leave it up to you" Osprey explains shrugging his shoulders.
He looks over to Erhun, "Not that I am aware of. But, you should always be prepared for anything."
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Tsuan bows to Erhun. "You're a friend of Evelyn! How is she? I washed my cloak twice and it still smells like filth fever. But I figured if we're going to a pirate haven I'd fit right in."
She smirks.
In turn, Tsuan bows at Kyra, Julpert, and Drulluandast.
"Stick with me and maybe one day you too can smell like the underbelly of an Andoran toilethouse!"
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"Garth Frogg. Master of the mind... sometime erroneously called 'Hypnotoad', at your service." says the grippli with a hyponotist's locket around his neck.
"Seeker Osprey, do we have a good description of this Darsielle Du Moire? Who are his known associates and where does he typically hang out?"
"Also, since it must be asked, how are we sure that it was him?"
"I am not sure he has many associates. His crew are those that he has captured and the others are more likely to kill him than drink with him. Like I said, start with Lubor at his shop. From there, you should be able to pick up a trail. And remember, we are not the only ones looking for him" Osprey says ending the conversation.
On your contact’s advice, you arrive at the shop of one of Du Moire’s supposed connections. A sign over the door reads “Lubor’s Imports.” The door hangs slightly ajar. All is dark within, and eerily silent. As you peer inside, you witness the scene of a recent brawl. Furniture lies smashed and strewn about. Near a closed door at the back of the shop, two bodies slump upon the floor, their blood pooling slowly beneath them.
Kyra rushes in to check on the bodies.
If still alive, she will use her Rebuke Death ability.
Kyra checks the deceased and realizes they are beyond her healing abilities.
Erhun hears some murmuring behind the door that leads further into the building. It is accompanied by the sounds of crates being slid across the floor.
Kyra draws her weapon and ready's to follow the group in.
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Tsuan would not have tried to open a latch (since that is very unstealthy). She would have tried the door to see if it were unlatched, but wouldn't be able to tell if it were latched or locked.
She has thieves tools, but breaking down the door (or circling around and peeking in the windows) would probably have a better chance of surprise.
As a matter of fact, she'll circle around and peek.
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As Tsuan leaves the group to go on her own, Garth Frogg sighs. ”I can help you if you stay with us...” he says to her fleeing form.
He shrugs, and implants a mesmeric mirror on himself instead.
”Bodies look fresh,” he says. ”be careful. ” He checks each body for breathing by placing his hand in front of their mouth and nose.
Tsuan looks through the window and sees two men searching through crates and a female figure standing in the back. They all appear to be human.
One of the guards catches a peek of Tsuan as she looks through the window. "We have company" He shouts in warning. The female screams out, "Save me. They killed my father"
Surprise Round
Tsuan
GM-All he is going to do is draw a weapon
Round 1
Drelluandast
GM
Ehrun
Kyra
Tsuan
GM
Julpert
Garth
The ninja strikes first. The shuriken sticks in the mans chest.
Round 1-Bold May Act
Drelluandast
GM
Ehrun
Kyra
Tsuan
GM
Julpert
Garth
Red: 1/9
Green moves to the door and opens it revealing the rest of the party. "There's more of em"
Round 1-Bold May Act
Drelluandast
GM
Ehrun
Kyra
Tsuan
GM
Julpert
Garth
Tsuan dives through the window and delivers a fatal slash to red's midsection. He drops.
Round 1-Bold May Act
Drelluandast
GM
Ehrun
Kyra
Tsuan
GM
Julpert
Garth
Ehrun moves up and delivers a hard blow to the side of the thugs head. He looks staggered by the blow.
Round 1-Bold May Act
Drelluandast
GM
Ehrun
Kyra
Tsuan
GM
Julpert
Garth
Following Ehrun, Kyra uses the distraction to slice the guard's belly open.
"Keep one of these murders alive for questioning."
She calls out to the party.
Kyra moves in and cuts down the thug.
The female moves tries to move through the crowd and out the front door,screaming hysterically.
"Not so fast, you"
Kyra tries to trip the running woman.