A treasure like that is beyond what they have left. Their contact for equisite armor in the city could likely fashion you one from these two, but it would take a bit of time.
Wand of CLW is easily available here. Their more potent wands are already out of the city.
Kenton offers to hold the two Small mithral shirts for the time being, until such time as they can reach a suitable armorsmith.
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I would really appreciate it. Once we're done shopping I might ask you to hold the armor and my bedroll.
A treasure like that is beyond what they have left. Their contact for equisite armor in the city could likely fashion you one from these two, but it would take a bit of time.
Wand of CLW is easily available here. Their more potent wands are already out of the city.
It sounds like you're suggesting that we could put this in motion now... Yes?
As the group hunkers down at Pathfinder HQ, Ianthe takes a moment to inspect their mystery potions.
Aurelia looks over the bottle labeled 'neutralize poison' as well, sharing her opinion on the contents.
But alas, she shrugs and agrees with whatever conclusion Ianthe makes.
Spellcraft(Carbonated yellow potions): Bear's Endurance
Spellcraft(Bottled cloud potions): Gaseous Form
Spellcraft(neutralize poison): No reason to doubt
With no real time to spare that night, Aurelia is quickly off to the nearest bed she's allowed to sleep in.
Xavien goes through the cabinets in the Lodge's galley to rustle up six glasses (seven if Lady Gloriana will join us). Before everyone settles in for the night, he cracks open the bottle of brandy they won in the Gallery that evening, and pours everyone a dram. Raising his glass high, he offers a simple toast after a long and trying night: "To Taldor, anew." He drains his glass.
After a visit to the quartermaster, Xavien settles in beneath a window with what is left of the bottle. He hums to himself as he darns the rents and tears in his doublet, in between swigs from the bottle. Eventually, sleep takes him.
Alchemist's Fire (20 gp)
Antiplague (50 gp) Available
Antitoxin (50 gp)
Bladeguard (40 gp) Available
Cold iron morningstar (16 gp)
Masterwork Backpack (50 gp)
Potion of Monkey Fish (50 gp) Available
Wrist Sheath (spring loaded) (5 gp) Unavailable
Total spent: 276 gp
Nice. Buy one. -50
Masterwork Lute -100
Masterwork Buckler -155
Sell Chain Shirt +50
Masterwork Chain Shirt -250
Shortbow -30
Quiver of Arrows -1
-50
Corran consults the remaining Pathfinder quartermasters and makes some purchases and exchanges, idly strumming his lute which needs to be re-strung thanks to the evening's activities. That's when he catches sight of something curious--a very fancy case.
Corran opens the case and lets out a low whistle, appreciating the workmanship on this stringed instrument that isn't quite a lute and not quite a mandolin. It's unique--something he's not seen before. He can't help himself and he takes the item out and slings it on, his fingers automatically tuning and preparing it for play.
Oooooh, I don't know what you are or how you got here. But you, you vision of Heaven... You're coming with me.
Kenton is happy to receive his stowed equipment when the young courier returns, and bestows the young girl a full platinum piece for her efforts. He then tucks the two mithral chain shirts away for Lord Corran, to be brought out again when they find a suitable smith who can fashion them into a fitting garment for the musician.
After, he follows Lord Corran in the quartermaster's, hoping to find a few things of his own.
tip for courier (5 gp)
2 acid flask (20 gp)
2 alch fire (40 gp)
potion of cure light wounds (50 gp)
darkwood buckler (203 gp)
Before turning in for the night, Lady Morilla pulls you together. It's clear by the expression on her face that your performance during the gala has left her enamored with you. (not like that Corran.)
"Scouts report that it looks like there are quite a few members of the Brotherhood of Silence prowling around. I think Taldor is going to need citizens of the crown, no matter whose head bears it. I've already briefed my agents. Be well and make me proud Agents of Taldor."
"I expect this to be lethal. The agents are ready to do their part. You get in and do your thing."
Before turning in for the night, Lady Morilla pulls you together. It's clear by the expression on her face that your performance during the gala has left her enamored with you. (not like that Corran.)
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Xavien slides the bottle, and a glass, towards Lady Gloriana. "The Society will not be forgotten for its aid. Nor you! Together, we shall overcome."
Xavien talks planning with everyone over breakfast, the meager winnings of a raid on what is left of the Lodge's pantry. He passes the small bag of dust of illusion over to Ianthe. "For this act, I shall take on the part of Imistos, if you Ladies would be so kind as to deploy as my guttersnipes." He nods to Aurelia's fashionable fascinator hat. "Corran, I regret that I shall have to bind your hands, but I rest assured that I will do it poorly. Leo and Kenton, if asked, you saw the error of your ways and pledged your swords to a new cause. But let me do the talking, if you can."
After breakfast, he also goes around with the new wand.
Aurelia: 6+8+3 = 17/20 HP
Corran: 6+3+3 = 12/17 HP
Ianthe: 17+6 = 23/23 HP
Kenton: 6+9+3 = 18/33 HP
Leo: 7+7+3 = 17/31 HP
Xavien: 3+8+3 = 14/30 HP
Status
Aurelia/Corran/Ianthe: full HP
Kenton: 32/33 HP
Leo: 29/31 HP
Xavien: 28/30 HP
After a rest and planning meeting, the party prepares to head out to the safe house.
A twenty-foot-wide driveway leads through several bushes to a large pair of receiving doors in a forty-foot-tall, L-shaped warehouse. Five service entries along its sides provide access, in addition to the receiving doors.
There are a quartet of ruffians patrolling the grounds on the outside. They seem rather calm, but also alert, like they're not worried.
You see more inside the safehouse. they're calm because they've already breached and secured.
Perception:
Before emerging, Xavien taps himself with the wand of eagle's splendor and casts his disguise self spell.
* * *
"Morning, gents!" Magically disguised as Imistos, Xavien does his best to approximate the halfling's speech. "All good here? I've got one of her Ladyship's stooges in tow," he gestures towards the bound Corran. He then waves to Kenton and Leo. "And two more saw sense in switching to our side."
He twirls his dagger in his hand. "See, I'm betting her Ladyship has tender feelings for this one," he jabs the blade at Corran, "and I intend to get her to squeal. Is the way clear through here?" Without waiting for an answer, he leads the group through the nearest set of doors.
Before they leave Aurelia is quick to add her own protections.
Once they get close, she makes an adjustment to her hat. Immediately, illusory magic settles over her, shrinking her down by a foot. Her complexion becomes ruddy, and her long hair shortens to be close cropped and mousy brown in colour. The breeches and tunic combo she now sports are relatively clean if well worn, and she continues to sport the sword she found strapped to her hip.
Aurelia keeps a firm hand on Corran's arm, making a show of holding him in place so he can't go anywhere. She otherwise keeps quiet unless spoken to.
Corran speaks the command word on the Envoy Ring, appearing in torn and disheveled versions of his courtier's clothing from the party. Scars adn bruises cover him, as he's been beaten and defeated in a bad brawl. His lute appears as his old lute but busted. He looks like Hell.
He will also appear bound.
He appears to onlookers as if he's suffered a bad rap to the head. He begins to recite bits of poetry and verse, and make clever quips as a show of false bravado, subtly lacing his words with magic.
Inspire Confidence on Xavien's disguise attempt.
Leo tries to walk normally past the guards.
Ianthe takes similar precautions.
She then sprinkles a dose of the dust of illusion offered by Xavien onto herself. Her hair turns to jet as her complexion lightens to a fair Chelaxian. She sports worn leathers and carries her crossbow behind Corran... just in case.
"Morning, what are you...."
"S~$+! Illusion magic!"
The gambit immediately fails. The guards were expecting some skullduggery, and the presence of illusion magic is all the cause they need for violence.
The two other guards on the side are immediately beset by a team of Pathfinder agents. You've got a strong numerical advantage!
Round 1:
Kenton: Go
Ianthe: Go
Leo: Go
Thugs: TBD
Aurelia: TBD
Xavien: TBD
Corran: TBD
Ianthe shrugs and fires at a guard.
She then hustles into some cover.
masterwork backpack
traveler's Any-tool
tanglefoot bag
holy water (x2)
Alchemist's fire (x3)
potion of Endure elements
Potion of Delay Poison
Bandolier
Leo moves as he draws his short sword. He moves into melee range with the closest enemy.
Kenton closes in on Red, his rapier out in a trice.
Ianthe fires a warning shot as Leo closes.
Kenton, however, closes in with a fleche and severely wounds the man.
In response he tries something unexpected, a quick flip to a better position:
Round 1:
Kenton: Hit AoO
Ianthe: Miss
Leo: Close AoO
Thugs: ATK
Aurelia: TBD
Xavien: TBD
Corran: TBD
Leo strikes at the fool as he trips on his own feet...
Leo's blade catches a lock of hair, but not flesh!
The man's tactics catch Kenton off-guard, and he cannot connect!
Leo's blade catches a lock of hair, but not flesh!
"Run fool! or that will not be that last of your person to be removed from you today!"
The ruffian dodges both attacks and lands to whistle a code word to his teammate. Both try to drive daggers into Leo's gut:
Leo's armor saves the day!
The ruffian dodges both attacks and lands to whistle a code word to his teammate. Both try to drive daggers into Leo's gut:
Round 1:
Kenton: Hit
Ianthe: Miss
Leo: Close
Thugs: ATK
Aurelia: Go
Xavien: Go
Corran: Go
"This'll be quick," Xavien smirks, still dressed as Imistos. He rushes forward and brings his blade down on the closer thug with a massive two-handed overhead swing.
Xavien cuts the man's head mostly off! The other immediately decides it's not worth his life and moves to flee!
Round 1:
Kenton: Hit
Ianthe: Miss
Leo: Close
Thugs: ATK
Aurelia: Go
Xavien: Kill
Corran: Go
Corran rushes up, drawing his falcata on the move. He hops over the fallen rogue just after Xavien's swing and attacks.
,
Aurelia takes several steps forward to get a better view of the man. She then draws forth some of the magical might she has stored in her blood, weaving a spell that creates three magical bolts of force. With a flick of her wrist they fliy out unerringly at the man!
Corran can't connect, but Lady Aurelia's missiles land unerringly!
Round 2:
Kenton: Go
Ianthe: Go
Leo: Go
Thugs: Go
Aurelia: TBD
Xavien: TBD
Corran: TBD
Loe lashes out with his shortsword again.
Leo responds to the weak attack with one of his own. He slays the man with a single thrust of the blade!
The Pathfinder agents complete their lap of the perimeter and determine that it's all clear.
Xavien works quickly to strip the pair of any valuables
"Let's get inside." He nods towards the side door on the far left. "That one."
Xavien finds them to be similarly outfitted:
They never used their whistles, so you might have the element of surprise if you move quickly.
Kenton stows the blades and darts, then hands the coins and holy symbols to Leo.
He then takes a moment to conceal the bodies and follows Xavien's direction, nodding to Leo to do his "thing" at the door.
Xavien double-checks Leo's work, just to be safe.
Xavien steps back from the door and mutters a short spell, opening it.
Hard to hear anything beyond, and it doesn't seem trapped. The lock looks like it's been pried open and no longer works.
Barrels, boxes, and crates fill the vast space of this open warehouse floor. Paths zigzag through the mess. A set of metal stairs ascends to an office, whose large window overlooks the floor from twenty-five feet above. A pair of five foot wide metal pipes lead from the warehouse floor up into the base of the office.
There's something amiss with the exhaust pipes: the pipes extending from the floor to the roof make no sense, as the building’s construction and packed dirt floor imply there shouldn’t be any basement or other level below in need of ventilation.
A patrol of similarly decked out guards immediately sees the door open!
Round 1:
Corran: Go
Aurelia: Go
Zavien: Go
Kenton: Go
Leo: Go
Ianthe: Go
Guards: TBD
INITIATIVE:
DC once battle = -8
Corran delays. I'm letting Leo and Kenton take the forward position, then I'll go.
EVERYBODY IN, BOYS!
nope
"In we go!" Xavien grins. He dives through the door, not looking behind him for back-up.
"Hello, dear fellow," Imistos says cheerfully to the nearest patrolman. "I need somewhere to put this sword. Are your ribs available?" He stabs him.