[PFS1, Outpost03] 6-02 The Silver Mount Collection (GM Watery Soup) (Inactive)

Game Master Watery Soup

The Blakros Museum, a longtime fixture of the Absalom intellectual scene has witnessed a string of misfortunes over the past several years. Using the resulting drop in attendance and patronage as an excuse, curator Nigel Aldain seized on the opportunity to unpack long-forgotten acquisitions and remodel the simplistic floor plan that has vexed him for so long.

After a week of closed doors, the Museum is set to reopen in a grand exhibition of artifacts recently acquired from Numeria, thanks in no small part to Aldain’s slowly rekindled network of contacts and smugglers within the Pathfinder Society.

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The Pathfinders find themselves in the waiting room of Venture Captain Drendle Dreng for a monthly review of their TPS reports.

Please introduce yourselves.

Hskoro is a well armored Nagaji with a vary of weapons on him. He is very tall with blue-tinged scales with red-orange frills.

Fifi enters the waiting room - an ifrit paladin clad in custom-made armor, providing protection but impractically allowing view of her cleavage. She holds a golden shield with a lion's face, and has a sheathed scimitar.

With a bright smile and a bubbly voice, she greets Hskoro-"By the Everlight! Hskoro Tailfeather! I haven't seen you in ages! You probably don't remember me, what with the missions and all, but my very first mission was with you! Remember our time stopping the Black Echelon? Dancing on the steps of a giant piano?"-she says looking at the roof with starry eyes.

"How have you been, friend? I hope the Pathfinder life treated you well! Come, tell me what you've been up to."-she says sitting right besides him.

A large half Orc stands against the wall his greataxe leaning on the wall by his side.

Gru'Gar just smiles at the at ifrit.
Then glances at the Nagaji with a knowing look to size him up as someone he might be fighting side by side with.

"Name's Gru'Gar I am what you call a lock specialist"

Danicka Raburnus is a meek, waif of a woman; slender and scrawny, with bony limbs and freckled cheeks. Her hair is mousy brown, worn long and loose–messy more often than not. She wears simple spectacles over her dull brown eyes and clutches a fancy looking broom in her ink-stained fingers. An odd, floppy hat is plopped on the top of her head and her clothes are plain and poor-quality. The poor thing obviously had no head for fashion.

Obviously nervous, Danicka slinks into the room, shaking like a leaf in the wind. She gasps at the sight of the intimidating nagaji and half-orc, and looks away -- accidentally staring at the ifrit's cleavage. Danicka's eyes widen in shock. She bushes bright red and shifts her gaze to her own floppy cotton shoes.

"D-d-Dan-icka Raburnus reporting in..." she squeaks.

Oh, how embarrassing! She was an experienced agent! She had to make a good impression. How could they trust her if she couldn't even speak to them?

"N-n-nice to meet you." Danicka takes a step closer, attempting to be brave.

As Danicka steps forward, a vicious looking dog with a blood-stained maw and an absurd pink bow around his neck steps out from behind the scrawny mage. He growls low in his throat and steps between Danicka and the other Pathfinders, snapping his jaws.

Danicka's eyes widen in terror. She quickly throws her arms around the dog's neck. "No!" she shrieks. "They're not for eating! Please, no more eating people." It sounds more like she's begging the dog to listen, rather than giving it commands. Whatever the case, she seems genuinely terrified her dog will attempt to devour you.

Gur'Gar gives a big yawn at the dog, showing that his teeth are bigger.

Hskoro looks up when his name is called and gives a smile when seeing Fifi. "Ah... it has been a long time. But it is refreshing to see a recognized face for once when going on a mission. Much can be said for moral when you know your party members are reliable."

Watches as the newcomers come in slowly, especially the timid woman with the dog. Goes back to talking to Fifi. "My missions have been typical for the most part. But the last one was a doozy. Faced some goblins before taking on their leader. Some woman that messed up her body in weird ways and gained strange powers. But she was no match for my defense while the others pounded on her."

Nice to see Danicka and Prickles again. Too bad Yaiho couldn't be here.

A pale lady with golden eyes clearly of a slightly outer planar heritage arrives a little after everyone else. She is dressed in simple robes but a good glance notices a thin layer of elven-style chain armor tightly hugging her skin. Aside from a few daggers and wands she doesn't really appear to be armed. A dark chestnut polished wooden holy symbol of Calistria is tied around her neck like a choker resting at the base of her throat. Her voice is sultry as she smiles and speaks.

"So sorry to be late. I had to take care of some...business elsewhere and I suppose I just lost track of the time! I am Sindelle Lifewater, and it's my duty to you all to make sure that you stay nice and healthy during our mission. I can keep a link active between my life force and yours at all times if you want that will keep your bodily health in good order. Just say the word and I shall make this connection with you."

Before the briefing gets underway, Sindelle touches a few of you to get your attention and speak to you quietly.

"In times of great stress, or in the middle of battles, I'm told that I might not sound like myself...can any of you understand ...ภาษานี้หรือไม่? or ...השפה הזאת?"

guess what my curse is! ;)

Note to the gm Sindelle keeps her wand of bless in her hand pretty much at all times. I have botting instructions already! Note to everyone else I put how Sindelle's seductive channel feat works in the discussion thread and in my character sheet. You each get to decide individually when you want to take advantage of it!

Danicka nods her head meekly. Still crouched on the ground with her arms around her dog, she raises a bony hand. As her dog lunges forward a bit -- clearly just to scare her -- she squeals in panic, hugs him tight, and speaks aloud in a stammering voice.

"Stay! Please stay! Don't eat these ones..." Danicka pleads with her dog.

The dog snarls and keeps moving for a while, just to show his whiny pet that he doesn't need to listen to her. The he relaxes, sitting on the ground at her side.

Looking more than a little frazzled, Danicka stands and straightens herself, fixing her hat and dress. She takes a moment to focus, then tries her best to speak clearly. "I sh-should tell all of you to be careful around Prickles. He's a Thurvian desert dog -- quite vicious, you know. And he really is sweet."

It's clear he's not.

"But he's very protective of me. Please, don't touch me or come too close. He bites..."

Her piece said, Danicka blushes brightly.

He won't bite you, obviously. But he sure will snarl!

Fifi can’t help but smile when she sees everyone come in. Her eyes are especially locked on Danicka, as her expression screams her urge to dote on her. Without a care for etiquette amidst Pathfinders, she just stands up and says-”Nice to meet you! My, what a sweet dog. Ignore the stains of battle, for one’s true heart shows in their actions. A kind dog which protects their owner deserves to be doted upon!”-she says as she pulls out smoked sausage from her trail rations and feeds it to the dog.

If the dog allows her, she would go in for a hug, emanating her own warmth like a candle.

After that, she stands up and says-”I hope I’m not being too forthcoming, but I simply must start with the right foot. As my mother always said: The way to someone’s heart is through his stomach! Name’s Fifi, servant of the Everflame”-she says as she pulls out a bundt cake with whipped cream and strawberries handing it out to anyone that wants to take it.

Danicka shrieks in panic at the sight of the ifrit coming in to give her dog a hug. "Eeeek! No, no, no, no, no!" She hurls herself between her dog and the reckless woman, eyes wide in terror. "Don't hand it to him! You'll lose a hand!"

She quickly steps back behind her dog, before Prickles takes offence. "You can t-t-toss it to him, though. He'll like that."

Prickles salivates at the sight of the prey coming to his jaws. He liked the two-legged food that served itself to him.

As his whiny pet gets in the way, he snarls. Too late! The prey backs up, warned off by his meek pet. Prickles growls, a low rumble in his throat.

As the prey offers him food he catches in his mouth.

His stubby tail wags.

Maybe he wouldn't eat that prey just yet...

Happy at the lack of bloodshed, Danicka sighs in relief. Shaking a little, she smiles at the pretty lady. "Th-thank you. Not everyone likes Prickles..."

Sindelle will smile warmly at Danicka when she responds to her in the Celestial language, and giggle a bit at Fifi's antics with the dog.

"I trust Prickles won't mind being linked to me for his health though."

And then with a grin, "כדי להגן עליך הוא נאמן בהרבה מזכרי רוב המינים שפגשתי בעבר!"

Danicka blushes, looking thoroughly embarrassed.

Danicka smiles a little sadly. "One day," she adds.

Fifi smiles and backs away and says-"Alrighty then, no hugs it is. Still, I'm glad to make your acquaintance!"

She approaches Sindelle and asks-"Can you make a bond with just about anyone? Miss Sendelle, I believe your abilities would be great if this mission were to get handsy, as they always do!"-she says, offering a handshake with a bright smile.

Her orange flaming hair would be dancing atop her head, reflecting her moods as it changes size, form and color. (Here's a character portrait of Fifi!)

Well at least that ones go a nice wiggle.
Gru'Gar thinks to himself as he glances over to Fifi.

Sindelle smiles warmly and accepts the handshake. "I can create the bond with up to half a dozen friends and companions, unless such...closeness, makes someone uncomfortable. I recently traveled with a summoner who was slightly put off by my extraplanar heritage and slightly fey-related magicks, for instance."

She looks over the others for a moment, then returns her smile to Fifi. "I'm thinking it won't be a problem in this case."

A tall woman of Taldan stock enters and drops her pack by the door. Her wickedly curved blade bounces off her hip as she strides forth. The armour she wears glistens in the light, tightly fitting her figure. Her hair done up in a no nonsense bun under a hat with a gaudy feather in it, she smiles looks around.

Greetings, all. I am Shayna, of the Cassomir Therinors. Delighted to meet you all. Sorry I'ma bit late...my summons got misrouted.

She goes around to all and greets each in turn. She stops at Fifi. and looks down.

Nice to meet you, ladies... she snickers as she makes the rounds.
So no feeding the dog...gotcha. Anything else I need to know about Prickles? I grew up around dogs...but he looks a bit...rougher around the edges, shall we say...

good to go...just getting some new gear first...will add it in the discussion tab when done

Sindelle just gives a little stifled giggle at Shayna's reaction to Fifi, amused that a paladin is drawing that kind of attention rather than her, for once.

although that might also be because it seems I accidentally removed the link to Sindelle's inspirational character art when I updated her sheet, but I fixed that just now.

Now that it looks like everyone has arrived, she will let her eyes flutter closed with a quivering intake of breath as she reaches out with a tiny piece of her soul, connecting her life force to Danicka, Prickles, Fifi, Gru'Gar, Hsoko, and Shayna.

Sindelle has just activated Life Link (important parts for you all bolded in spoiler). I'll put effects Sindelle uses like this for the party's (and GM's) benefit during game.

Fifi smiles brightly at Shayna, her excitement too big to hide-"A Taldan woman from Cassomir! How delightful! I have a story I need to tell you!"-she says as she bends down and sifts through her backpack in search of something.

"Most of my adventures have been in Cassomir and Oppara, as I searched for a strange Groetian cult - the cult of Nature's Cataclysm. Kidnapped nobles, mad derro, a visit to a baron's estate, oh how I miss the Taldan soil!"-she says as she pulls out a dusty book with gold letters.

"As I'm sure you know, worship of the Everlight is illegal in Taldor. It was a struggle, but I was able to make a difference: me and my group helped save a group of fellow Sarenites, and put in a good word with the Taldan nobility. They gave me this book - The Birth of Light and Truth. I hope one day I can enter Taldor without fear of showing this to a Taldan. I hope we can get along, Lady Shayna."-she says as she starts getting teary-eyed, but her determined smile unwavering.

Yes, I think that is a bit of a travesty. My cousins from Absolom are Sarenites...so any worshiper of Her is fine with me. Sometimes the powers that be don't always have the right idea. she says, reassuring the ifrit.

“It is truly a pleasure to be back.” Venture Captain Drandle Dreng takes a seat at the head of the table and leafs through the papers set before him. “Some of you might have worked with me before my… furlough. And I look forward to reminiscing, but first it seems we need to spend the next few hours tidying up the paperwork you’ve accumulated overt the course of your adventures.”

He wets his cracked lips. “First, we have this extradition order from Cheliax for... Oh my. Well, I’m sure the Society can—“

A blue-grey shape crashes through the window and lands on the oak table with a metallic schwak! The tangle of wings and claws eventually stands, a gleaming silver raven, and opens its mouth.

“G—gods help me, Dreng, I’m dying,” a distant male voice sputters from the bird. “Men in black—came for ... Numeria exhibits. It’s Nigel... I’ve been shot! You owe me, you old bastard!”

Dreng’s lips crack and pop as they tighten. “Well ... Sounds like you lot need to head to the Wise District. That sounds like Nigel Aldain, so go to the Blakros Museum. If he lives through the night, I might be able to make something of this—” he waves a hand over the mound of parchment, “disappear."

"EEEEK!" Danicka shrieks as the metal bird comes crashing through the window.

Prickles snatches the bird off the desk and chomps on it -- looking comically surprised it didn't buckle under the pressure of his bite.

"Oh, dear! No, Prickles! Put it... DOWN!" Danicka throws her hands around her dog's mouth and tries to pry his jaws open, so he drops the bird.

She grunts and groans and.... fails horribly. She blushes brightly as the bird finishes it's desperate plea for aid. "Oh, dear. I am so sorry, sir."

Now that his whiny pet has ceased its prodding, Prickles drops the tasteless rock-like prey from his mouth onto the table.

It's covered in slobber.

Danicka's eyes widen. She grabs the metal bird, wipes it off on her dress, and places it in front of Dreng. "Sorry..." she squeaks. Her face, if possible, grows even redder.

She takes a step back and grabs Prickles by the bow. "Come on, Prickles. We have to help Mr. Aldain again."

When the bird crashes into the room, Hskoro raises his shield and stands between the potential threat and the group. But seeing as it isn't a threat he lowers his shield and steps back.

"Right. A rescue mission at the museum. We should hurry." He looks to the others to confirm they are ready to go.

Hopefully he won't mind a Therinor in the musuem. My brother helped with a...situation of his and was not amused that some things got broke. Oh well, I'm ready. Let's see what trouble we can get in!

Dreng picks up the saliva-coated bird. "No harm, no foul," he grimaces. "Good thing your dog's teeth weren't adamantine!"

He flashes a smile at Shayna. "Not everyone has had the luxury of adventuring with a Therinor!"

Any questions?

Shayna smiles back as she grabs her pack.

It is an honour bestowed on a very few...

good to go

Sindelle gives a wry smile. "No harm, no fowl either." She nods at Hskoro's suggestion and appears ready to depart.

When the museum is in sight, a minute or so away, Sindelle will cast Deathwatch on herself (1 hour duration).

Sindelle detects thousands of bugs, dead and alive, in the soil around her. In addition, at least one person in the party has lice.

I'll limit it to small+ humanoids in a 30' cone in front of the party. :)

(The mention of lice just made me realize that Fifi probably does not have any amount of hair in her whole body...that's kind of unsettling)

Fifi stands up and says-"To the museum!"-her flaming hair communicating excitement and glee. On their way, she asks-"Men in black from Numeria? That sounds like work from the Technic League. Do anyone know of any Technic League Operatives that have landed on Absalom lately?"-she ponders out loud.

Hskoro shakes his head, "I'm afraid not. I don't follow the political leads of most groups. I'm not very diplomatic."

Being a Nagaji, Hskoro has no hair either.

"Do anyone know of any Technic League Operatives that have landed on Absalom lately?"

Not being very studious herself, apart from the teachings of Sarenrae, Fifi would add-"And how about the Blakros Museum? Has anyone heard talk of them taking in new items? Maybe someone has already heard about these Numerian artifacts!"-she says with a warm smile.

Sorry Fifi! :)

know local: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

I don't know much about the museum...except that it could use a remodel.

Know Local: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
"Numerian artifacts? I have not heard of any thing with that Techy stuff. But sneaking into places I do know."

Knowledge (nobility): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Fifi hums along without a care in the world, her faith in the Dawnflower erasing all traces of doubt or fear they might be unprepared.

I know nothing of the League. Shayna says as the party makes their way to the museum.

A massive Solar Ifrit joins you.

His hair is blazing and burning so that he almost warms his surroundings.

He has a greatsword and a bardiche on his back, a longsword at his side and a heavy shield in his hand.

He wears a fullplate that looks like it has been recently oiled.

Resting on top of his chest, an amulet showing the holy symbol of Irori is visible.

"I might be late but I have come to aid. The Blakros museum? Heard of it but I have never been there. League? No idea which league you mean. Taarik is my name. I follow the Master of Masters ... hopefully to perfection." he says to you with a stern look on his face.

He looks at Fifi and smiles.

"Now two warm the hearts of those around them."