#9-10 Signs in Senghor (Inactive)

Game Master noral

Fortitude: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

As Senghor draws closer, Torku pokes Korum with his tail. "Hey. Wake up. We need to convince the council or whatever to believe us, right?" He jerks his head at the shivering Gideon. "What we've learned from him is good, but he'd be even better as a witness. You're a charmer - so turn it on and charm him." The tiefling turns back around and stares at the approaching shore, as if scowling will make it arrive sooner.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Loam doesn't talk with Gideon this time around, focus elsewhere. Her last attempt failed spectacularly and the mad dash has gotten to her.

Loam, you are fatigued.

Gideon seems confused.

”I ... I don’t get it really. What crimes do you want to report? To whom? Who are you people!?!“

Fort: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Who are you people

How did we go this far without telling him who we are with? Lol

Nodding at the tiefling, Korum waves him off before talking to Gideon. "We're with the Pathfinder Society. I assume you've heard of us. It seems like the Aspis have been violating local laws. We need you to explain what you've seen them do, especially any activity on the island. I'm not asking you to implicate your self, just to tell the council what you know of the Aspis' efforts to recover relics and artifacts from the island."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Makras wakes up, but his head is pounding and his limbs feel weak. "And thus we slide toward oblivion." he mutters.

Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

"If you are planning on joining us-- as I recall you mentioning-- that sort of information, presented honestly, would go a long way toward recommending yourself."

fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Just explain yourself and what happened back there. We'll be with you.

Gideon raises an eyebrow.

”You better tell me what is going on and who you Pathfinders really want to get! I trusted you so far because you saved my life but going against the consortium can mean death!“

He looks at you all.

"I'm not sure what to think of you guys. I joined the Consortium for profit, but I think Shinri's after whatever power these tablets are about. I think she's not right in the head ... she’s begun talking to herself when she thinks no one is listening. Of course, if you tell her I said that, I'll deny it.”

Need Diplomacy aids please.

Makras really does not feel well. He is truly EXHAUSTED!

Diplomacy to Aid: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (17) - 2 = 15

"We're not asking you to go speak to your former boss, idiot," Torku snaps. "We're trying to take down your former boss and get the Aspis out of town. You tell your little sob story, the Council decides to get their heads out of their asses and helps, and we have a better shot at neutralizing Shinri. And if she's dead, she can't hurt you. Get it?" His tail smacks the deck and his glare is cold as steel.

He nods. "Alright. I'll go with you to the council. But you're going to want more than just my word. I'll tell you how to get to the hideout at Windrell Holdings. You'll have to check it out yourself and leave me somewhere safe, though - I'm in no shape to get into a conflict even if I were willing to be seen with you there."

"Would the Daughter of the Mists suffice for his hiding place, do you think?" Loam asks her companions via message.

She doesn't extend the same courtesy to Gideon himself. "You'll want to tell us what you know of Windrell Holdings, of course. Not just its location, even if you aren't sure of much. If mercenary complements are there, preferably."

"There are always guards at the front door and usually at least 5 to six people in the warehouse. And ... and Shinri of course! You have to protect me, please!" he pleads.

"You'll be safe. Pathfinders go above and beyond to protect our allies. I'd like to consider you one. Can I Gideon?"

Your aid will doubtless be rewarded with a safe place to go.

Your ship arrives in Senghor. Wallace is glad that you helped but he seems really tired.

Makras is exhausted and Loam is fatigued.

Looking like death warmed over, Makras staggers along, following the group toward the warehouse.

”Have we the time for you to take a brief repose? I have seen undead who looked better-rested than you, Makras. Meaning no offense, of course—simply concern.”

Potion of invigorate maybe? So what is your plan?

Loam remains stoically or stubbornly silent about her own slight weariness. "Do you think returning to fighting form is worth the time spent doing so, Makras? I leave my vote in your capable hands." More words the ratfolk didn't expect to say.

"Sure. Give the Aspis more time to find out we're here and mucked up their expedition," Torku grunts. "We could put up some advertisements for them too while we're at it - 'Now hiring guards at Windrell Holdings'." He pauses to spit. "You want to press our advantage from sailing in that gods-forsaken bathtub across the bay and back? Then we move now, before Shinri learns anything's afoot."

Korum looks at the exhausted team. "Maybe we should show the council the evidence we have first. Wasn't that supposed to be the plan? The Aspis don't know what we have uncovered, and it is unlikely they would abandon a warehouse full of goods overnight. We've had a long day. Why don't we rest up tonight, then talk to the city officials in the morning. Then we can convince them of the danger the Aspis present and move forward with permission. No need to attack in the night like a band of murderers. What say you all?"

If you can find evidence of Aspis activities in Boali, the Society will have a case to gain support from Senghor’s leaders for our future operation against the Consortium. The more you can find about the Consortium’s activities and objectives, the stronger your case will be!

Makras grunts. "It's all the same to me. Death will take us whether wide awake or deep asleep."

I'm really not fussed either way.

If he can rest just a bit, he can get back to a more useful condition. I can take up the brunt of the physical work. If he can help from the back, that is best for now.

"Indeed, the snakes are likely unaware of our presence so far," Loam agrees with Korum. "A political first strike would serve better than a violent one here. It also leaves time for recuperation, of course."

I think you are not decided, yet. Take your time. At the end: Can someone summarize your decision. :-)

I say we just go for the snakes' den! We'll get some action, kill some Aspis, and get some more info to use for the Council. If Makras isn't worried living or dying, he'll deserve whatever fate he gets :)

I’d vote for the council. Give us some time to take a breather before we head into battle half-cocked! We can toss the tired onto a couch or something :P

I think Torku's made his position clear, lol. As well as his lack of empathy.

if Makras doesn't want to wait, I'm cool with that

Gideon is listening and after a while starts speaking.

”Look, just do whatever you want. But you should know that there are agents who don't know each other, so it could be possible to pass yourselves off as Aspis agents if you wanted to. But I don’t have a badge. I am a freelancer as you know. But please don’t mention my name!“ he says concerned.

Then he points at a building you can actually see.

”That’s it by the way! Let me at least show it to you so that I can get the heck out of here!!“

Gideon describes the following:

*

WINDRELL HOLDINGS

The Aspis Consortium’s base of operations is an import company called Windrell Holdings. Built upon the pier, Gideon tells you that it allows easy access for the crew of Dreams of Worth to unload their shipments of cargo and relics from Boali without raising too many eyebrows.

Windrell Holdings is a large wooden structure with an arched rooftop. The ceilings are 15 feet high in most rooms, rising to a height of 20 feet in the warehouse. Twin skylights over the center of the structure let natural light in to the warehouse.

A relatively plain sign displaying the company’s name hangs above the main entrance into Windrell Holdings. During the day, this entrance remains unlocked to maintain the facade of a legitimate business.

Vulpina raises an eyebrow. "What an interesting point of infiltration," she considers. "And we, too, could be freelancers. That is one hell of a gap in security."

"It's a defense spread too thin," Loam agrees. "Are you thinking we could enter under the guise of interest in business? I would expect to be supervised in that case, so we could just exploit the unlocked door."

The paladin escorts Gideon away from the structure. "We will keep your name out of it when we deal with the Consortium. Just remember, we still need you to talk to the council."

We could pass ourselves off as agents easily...as long as I don't do the talking...not my strong suit, believe it or not...

Vulpina chuckles. "I will happily be our squad captain," she offers.

+13 to Bluff, +7 to Disguise.

"I would only be suited for some bluster in dire circumstances," Loam says. She points at the currently-retreating Korum and Gideon. "I suppose our Shelynite friend would be strong but silent."

Intimidate +9, before the -4 I usually take when dealing with bigger folk.

So what is the plan? To the council, to the warehouse? Anything else? This is intentionally sandbox so there is no right or wrong.

I believe we're bluffing our way into the warehouse!

Okay, then start to do whatever you wish to do. :-) You have a layout and the description.

The lady adjusts her position slightly, adopting a slight slouch, and a bit of a sneer.

Disguise: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Ehhhhhh not great. Technically above average... but only barely.

She approaches the building, offering a mockery of a noble's wave to anyone who looks at her for more than a split second.

She throws open the front door; is the false front occupied by anyone who seems to be a customer, or just someone paid to stand behind the counter and look busy?

GREETING ROOM

When Vulpina enters the building through the front entrance she sees a greeting room.

Oil lamps beside the doors to the west and south warmly illuminate this room. Pairs of heavy cabinets sit against the north and south walls, and a desk sits in the center of the room.

On the center of the desk rests a thick ledger, while a surprisingly large piece of decorative pottery sits precariously close to the southern edge.

A lone agent is on guard in this room. He is leaning back in his chair with his feet up on the desk, leafing through an immense book titled Renswald’s Complete Encyclopedia of Fish.

He briefly looks up from behind his book at Vulpina.

"Windrell Holdings is not currently accepting any new business opportunities right now. Please come back next week.”

He then returns to his studies.

Vulpina smirks; "Old business, new building, chum," she says, sounding more like a street tough than the noble she's dressed as.

(Well, kind of; the Disguise roll wasn't particularly good, but she's pretending to be a thug pretending to be a noble. Fret not; she has a plan if that disguise is seen through...)

"Need'a get through to the back. We supposed to go around the side, or is that door gonna work? Instructions weren' exactly clear."

Deep down, the usage of so much improper Taldane is killing Vulpina.

He hesitates for a moment but puts down his book and replies, “Sorry but I do not know who you are. We just deal with imports here. Look, it’s almost my break; let me take you in the back so you can see for yourself.”

He rises and slips, accidentally knocking over the pot.

GM Screen:

He mutters “Just my luck”, and brushes aside the broken fragments.

Vulpina dances a quick two-step out of the way of the shards, and frowns. "One less 'import,' eh? Let's get to it, then. Higher-ups say they need some new strongarms up the water from here and I'm s'posed to check in."

The man nods.

“Of course. Come in!“

He opens the door and walks through.

Doran watches the proceedings, acting as a body =guard/hired muscle. He tries to get a read on the man.

sense motive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

This all seems too easy...

Loam is pondering a wide variety of useful spells that would arouse suspicion if cast. She instead stays silent and moves along, one hand in a pocket on her gun.

Vulpina follows after, naturally.