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Enora, a small female halfling in fine robes looks at all of you with interest.
She walks through the room and says "Oh yes, I am finally here!! Hello, my name is Enora. I assume we are all professionals here!! Might be a good chance to get to know each other. I am from Rahadoum originally and am quite interested in magical phenomena - I hope to have your support in uncovering the secrets of this wonderful world. And I am quite optimistic that we will be successful!" she says cheerfully.
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A tall, heavy build, Varisian man makes his way into the room just catching Enora's introduction. "Sorry, I hope I am not late. I'm Orst Tilboar. Glad to meet you, Enora. I am from Lastwall originally. I have been kicking around as a pathfinder for a while now, though I know eventually I am destined for the crusades." "Just delaying the inevitable I guess, but Iomadae seems to be calling me to keep helping out the society. Anyway, I am reporting in for duty."
Orst is armored to the hilt with plate, has two bastard swords and a heavy pack with him.
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Probably one of the first to arrive was a human male who appears to be Chalaxian. He has paler skin, shoulder length dark hair and blue eyes. He stands a little under 6' but is well muscled. He wears rugged looking traveling clothes but the sheen of mithral mail can be seen under. A long cloak of dark material falls almost to the floor. He bears a battle axe, short sword and several daggers. A large wooden shield sits beside him along with an impressive looking composite bow.
When Enora walks in he stands politely, seeming to move with an unexpected grace considering his bulk. After she finishes and Orst as well he speaks up.
"Greetings. My name is Jaxun. Absalom has been my home for years now. The society became my home when I arrived here and I serve it still. What menace do we face this time. Please tell me it's not in the museum this time..."
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"Farin Hogan, dang glad to meet you! My friends call me Fuzzfoot, although I don't know why - my feet are a little on the hairy side, but not much worse than some others I have known."
"My earliest memories are of the streets of Absalom, and while I certainly have enjoyed travelling all over the world, I still seem to be drawn to it as home. The Society and I found each other, I suppose, because I too have a strong interest in uncovering secrets of magic, society, and anything else that can be known, really. Over the years, I have learned much - some of it magical, some of it scientific, and much about the social order of things."
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A nobly dressed half-elf of Taldan extraction enters. "Greetings, I am Senatorial candidate Lorian Therian, Marquis of Whitemarch, Ambassador of Taldor." he said with a bow to the assembled. "Forgive me, I just came from a party at the Thuvian Embassy. I might be a bit over dressed for this." he said. Pulling out some translucent cloth tubes out of a pocket, the clothing shimmered and was replaced with more normal adventuring garb when he put them on.
"There, that's better. Let me try this again, Hello everyone" he said.
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It's a little obscure but several people are already looking at Jaxun as if they might know who he is.
Those who remember something think back to a story about an ex-slave from Cheliax who came to Absalom, joined the society and supposedly performed a few great deeds. Then he somehow, possibly through surviving several adventures in the museum and for the family, met one of the younger Blakros daughters and after a few months, they were married. Now this man, who came to Absalom with nary a penny to his name has a nice town home in the Petals district with his young wife and a minor noble's title. Rumor says he would put up his weapons for good but he occasionally feels the need to travel and adventure and also this is the Blakros daughter who very much likes to shop so he may run missions for the society just to keep the books balanced...
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"I knew you looked familiar! You married into the Blakros family, didn't you? How's that working out? Those daughters... crafty and wicked smart, but boy can they cause trouble. At least twice I have had to help that family, and that museum... well, let's just say I have had enough of that place! Still, nice enough people from the few I have spoken with..."
As high-level Pathfinders you have knowledge of the Society's concern for the reappearance of the cult of Lissala,
eager to learn more about the forgotten deity, has sent agents to infiltrate the cult of Lissala and find out as much as possible about his intentions.
As you dedicated yourself to your daily chores, you are summoned to an urgent missionary, you are placed to present yourself in a discreet residence in Kaer Maga. After a long journey you finally arrive at the place, where a variasian man greets you and accompanies you to the salon.
"Welcome to one of the residences of Lady Sheila Heimdarch, my lady and patron, can you introduces yourself to check that you are the one who decides"
When you finish with your presentations the butler give you the letter,
the letter bears Venture-Captain Heidmarch's seal, and seems to contain an enclosure. "Greetings, Pathfinders! I have new information for you about our agents' discoveries regarding the cult of Lissala. When the Ten learned of the cult's active existence, they sent a team to infiltrate a cell in the industrial town of Palin's Cove.
During that mission we learned that the cult intends to bring back the ancient Thassilonian Runelord Krune to rule Varisia. Pathfinder agents next encountered Lissalans here in the City of Strangers and discovered that the cultists aim to return the runelord by using refuge tokens that he created for his followers to reach his hidden location.
Our Pathfinders also uncovered the location of an ancient Lissalan shrine, documented to hold a cache of these refuge tokens.
The enclosed map shows the location where the shrine is said to be-the fastest way there is from Kaer Maga west into the Wyvern Mountains. "Find the shrine and recover the refuge tokens so that we may use them to access krune's lair, thus preventing the Lissalans from raising their runelord.
Don't attempt to use the tokens yet-we also need to uncover the proper command words. And hurry, please! A group bearing the Sihedron-Lissala's holy rune-was seen leaving the city two days ago. They must seek the shrine as well. "Should you have additional questions about your mission, seek out a trusted informant in the Downmarket District, a textile merchant named Allira Vandane. She will aid you as much as she can. May Desna smile upon you, Pathfinders."
"Ohh, this sounds dangerous but also exciting! Let us go to the Downmarket District and speak to Allira Vandane! We have to make haste!" she says and starts to pack her stuff.
You go to the market district, to textile merchant where with a few simple questions you locate your contact Greetings My name is Allina, can i help you?? Do you have any questions about your mission??
Gather Information
History
Local or Diplomacy
The Lissalans abducted several travelers outside the city, including a dwarven merchant from Janderhoff and a Taldan noble.
Knowledge (religion)
“I know a little about the background of this mission! Listen well ... “
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Orst has some religious training, he sees what he can recall bouncing his memory against that of Enora.
Orst also asks Allina, "Did Ms. Heidmarch leave anything for us to aid in this mission? Maps, items, scrolls, etc.?"
"How about tranportation, did she leave any information about how we are to travel?" "Or are we to work that out ourselves?" "And is there anything else we should know about this mission?"
And to the group Orst asks "Anyone need last minute items?"
Enora jumps into the air and claps her hands.
"Wow! Look how we worked together and now we know everything!! We have to leave immediately, the Lissalans are super fast! And have hostages!" and with this realization she start to pack her things to leave to the market.
" Our informant only saw the group leave but not sure how many were, and about preparations give me a second, according to our sources, the shrine lies about 1oo miles west of Kaer Maga in the Wyvern Mountains, through the Ash-Blown lands."
"After a long mountain journey along valleys and hills you reach your destination, in the distance you see the ruins that they told you about ......"
In the mountain valley, sparse trees sprout from cracks in the steep cliffs, bending in the direction of the constant, howling wind. Piles of scree litter the ground at the base of the cliffs. In a hollow with a muddied brook, a hole in the mountainside opens up. It was clearly excavated recently-piles of soil and rock flank the opening. A perfectly square tunnel the height of an ogre cuts through worked stone, leading to a chamber beyond. Light from within reveals muddy tracks in the dust that coats the floor of the tunnel."
The strange creaure see you and shout: "Halt, tomb robbers! You shall not enter this sacred site. One more step and you will be destroyed."