We begin our story near the small city of Anthusis, capital of Vidrian in the Mwangi Expanse, where for some reason, each of you find yourselves, whether you live here, came alone, or traveled together...
Character Introductions:
When introducing yourselves in your opening post, choose one or more Intro Questions below to answer (first spoiler). Then, at your option, please post your Proficiency and Modifier (plus any relevant Skill Feats) in the following skills that represent your Background Knowledge (second spoiler):
Q) Are you from Anthusis? If not, what are you doing here? Describe your (long) journey here!
Q) Can you swim? What do you think of seafood? Have you ever caught and cleaned a fresh fish? By what method?
Q) Are you more of a competitive or cooperative person? Have you ever participated in a tournament? Solo or as a team?
Anthusis Lore
Crafting
Fishing Lore
Gladiatorial Lore
Nature
Ocean Lore
Society
Survival
If you haven't already, please proceed to Discussion to complete the Check In.
Finally, without further ado, let's go
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Ithuriel walks along the streets of Anthusis. The humidity of the Mwangi causes his robes to cling tightly to his body as he walks. He is a far older looking man, dressed in an off-white set of robes with an even whiter beard. He is an obvious man of faith as an actual glowing halo slowly revolves around his head a few inches from the top.
While not from Anthusis, he has traveled far from the River Kingdoms where he has spent the majority of his time. His journey has but one simple purpose. He only purpose in life since he was sent down from the heavens is to help Razmir achieve true divinity.
While not perhaps the best swimmer he has eaten seafood before and enjoyed it. Though he has not cleaned a fish of his own.
Ithurel has not known much competition in his life. Back home he is often treated similar to royalty, but he knows that is not the case everywhere he will travel.
Anthusis Lore (+4 U)
Crafting (+4 U)
Fishing Lore (+4 U)
Gladiatorial Lore (+4 U)
Nature (+5 T)
Ocean Lore (+4 U)
Society (+4 U)
Survival (+2 U)
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A giantess of a woman steps off of an incoming ship, taking in the sights of the harbor with a glowing orange eye as she breathes the moist air. A tangle of unkempt, vividly-green hair cascades down her back to scrape the ground, standing in stark contrast with her coal-black complexion. After briefly rolling her shoulders, she begins to walk towards the center of the city, paying more attention to the state of affairs in Anthusis than to the passerby casting awkward glances at the shard of obsidian erupting from her left eye.
Masei is not from this plane let alone Anthusis, but has come here as part of a pilgrimage to take in the sights of Golarion, specifically seeking to evaluate the state of settlements that have recently recovered from oppressive regimes, making Vidrian a point of interest. (Its probably good that she did not come in on the same boat as Ithuriel.)
While not adept at swimming or fishing, both likely came up on the boat ride here. Masei would thus have some mild experience with the craft, having not turned down the opportunity to learn, but would by no means be an expert.
Masei is generally skeptical of cooperation due to past experiences, but would not turn down an opportunity to experience an aspect of a new culture. She does not compete for the sake of competition, but if pulled into a competition, she will give it her best effort.
Nature +2 (T)
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A tall, lean, but muscled human male, recently arrived in Anthusis for reasons that are a bit vague even to him, feels a little lost for what to do next. It didn't seem all that long ago that he was traipsing across the northern plains of Nidal dealing with Zon-Kuthon cultists, and now he found himself halfway across Golarion in Anthusis, a city populated almost exclusively by fishermen; or so it seemed when he first disembarked from the ship that had spent many long weeks carrying him here.
To be frank, Mandoo was a little surprised to have made it in one piece. The early part of the voyage had been uneventful enough, but once they started getting close to Mediogalti Island, it turned into a seemingly endless sequence of storms and pirate attacks. He held on for dear life during the squalls and used his trusty bow to help fend off the pirates, but it had been a close-called thing there on a couple of occasions.
With nothing better to do, Mandoo heads toward the nearest inn. He hoped that they had something other than fish on the menu. His upbringing had been far from the sea and the only times he'd dealt with fish had been shooting arrows at them in streams. It's not that he didn't like the taste of fish exactly, it's mainly that he'd been eating an almost exclusively fish-based diet on the voyage here, and if he didn't see another fish for a while, it would be too soon.
Anthusis Lore U+0
Crafting U+0
Fishing Lore U+0
Gladiatorial Lore T+3
Nature U+3
Ocean Lore U+0
Society U+0
Survival T+6
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A big man in chainmail with an elaborate halberd slung over his shoulder, Dinardin is from the hills of Nirmathas and knows next to nothing of fishing or the sea. A wanderer in search of wrongs to right, he has traveled most recently from the far frozen north and it just seemed to him that travel to someplace warm and humid would be just the thing for some perspective. He took the first ship heading south and now here he is in Anthusia, aimless but unconcerned. He has a habit of being where Iomedae needs him and if from time to time she has no such need, he is content to visit a new place and relax for awhile.
Some paladins are fervent in their thunderous beliefs, but Dinardin is more philosophical. He trusts in the Lady of Swords to set his feet on the right path when the time is right. To him, cooperation is a natural state, having learned the importance of well-timed cooperation at his father's knee in the smelting houses of Longshadow.
Fish and fishing are strange to him. He likes the taste of certain fish baked or roasted, but his stomach roils a bit at the various fish stews that seem so popular.
Perhaps due to it's low prices, decent fare, and a meticulously maintained bulletin board displaying job opportunities and upcoming events, The Broad Captain Inn seems to be a favorite gathering place for the community at-large and passerby's alike, evidenced by the bustle of local fisherman walking in and out buying tackle, as well as the telltale sign of tourists; aspiring adventurers, mercenaries, and sailors, some already half-bent by the middle of this fine (if humid) morning, and yet other gathered around a bounty sign that reads:
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Q) Have you been here all morning, or are you arriving just now?
Q) Do you know any of the other PCs here? How so? Recognize a face from the trip?
Q) Describe how your characters met (either already, or just now)! What are you talking about?
There is a strong smell of "fishy" fish here.
That said, with the right equipment, how hard could it be to fish?
"Give a man a pole, and he learns to fish. But, give a man a fish, and he feeds his family tonight!"
The Razmiran church has at least one parable about fishing in the River Kingdoms. But Ithuriel knows that the Ocean has a greater diversity of life than the River - salt water vs fresh water - and while back home he knows that everyone fishes by similar method, out here, proportional to the different kinds of edible sea life, ought be different methods by which to acquire these tasty and foreign creatures. Perhaps even sneaking up on an unsuspecting fish might prove effective?
Maybe he could help feed some Anthusian families tonight? That might help spread the word of the Living God: a full belly!
You have heard that Anthusis is known to have fishing tournaments, and reckon your "shooting fish" method might be something unexpectedly legal - so long as you could retrieve them dead in the water afterwards!
Having fished before, you imagine that one of the keys to winning a fishing tournament would be settling into a Good Spot, either by scouting it ahead of time , by simply beating others to it , or perhaps by asking around .
This should be fun!
Having watched others fish before, you imagine that one of the keys to success is actually settling into a Good Spot, either by scouting it ahead of time , or perhaps by asking around .
You even reckon you might not be too bad at it if you used your javelin!
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A slender Mwangi man toting a single fishing pole in one hand and a small well-used tackle box in the other approaches the bounty board with a mischievous smile, and leaning his pole against the wall, opens the box to produce a notepad, and shutting it, begins to jot some notes from the board, using the box as a writing surface.
There is a shiny glint briefly flaring from the box as he opens then shuts it.
What color do you see? Roll 1d6!
1) Red
2) Yellow
3) Green
4) Blue
5) Indigo
6) Violet
Suddenly, someone seems to be yelling at him, and he spins around, nimble like a cat!
A tall Mwangi woman with dark hair and a red headband lets out a booming laugh.
“Think you can do better this time, Demed?”
She too carries fishing gear. No box, but a well-made pole. Certainly of higher quality than his. She also carries a net at her side. Her tone with him is equal parts honest and contrived: the former in her teasing tone, the latter in her elevated volume, as in calling him out, several of the other patrons turn around to look at him, to see what he will say next!
“Better than you and your crew? Certainly!”
Trying to brush the public confrontation off his shoulder, the man continues to jot notes into his notebook as he walks to his seat, not bothering to look at her, as if he has something better to do in this very moment!
The woman snorts derisively before joining him at a table.
“If you can avoid falling into the water, that would already be an improvement.”
She looks back to see if anyone is still watching their exchange, but it seems he was victorious in quelling the crowd's curiosity, as folks have already returned to their business, and slightly dejected, she rests her pole against the table, and smiles at him warmly.
“I think you forget that my crew is the only one that managed two victories in a row, sis,” the man boasts.
“This year we’ll do even better, and you’ll eat your words before the day is over.”
He smiles widely at back at her, mirroring her look of a fierce love for competition burning brightly in his eyes!
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Dinardin has been here all morning. He's an early riser and, as a man with nothing to do today, he is also a keen observer of the human condition. Iomedae may set his feet on the right path, but the path never starts when he is abed.
The paladin certainly recognizes at least some of his fellow Pathfinders from the boat ride and he'd have taken the time to speak to any travelers willing to speak to him and get to know at least a little something about those willing to share.
So I'd say that they are enjoying small talk after breakfast when the story begins.
"Fishing," says Dinardin . "What little I've done has been for brook trout in the hills. Are any of you fellows fishermen?"
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Masei had been up for several hours before dawn to survey the town in silence, but makes it a point to visit the Broad Captain's Inn as the locals gather for breakfast, less to partake in food and more to grasp current events. Upon seeing Dinardin with a table and the lack of otherwise available seating, she opts to join his breakfast. Much of her contributions to the conversation have been wordy questions about the Pathfinder Society and its goals and accomplishments historically, with occasional observations about the tavern they currently occupy.
"You have already borne witness to the breadth of my fishing experience, Pathfinder. You would know better than I how we measure up as anglers." Masei pokes aimlessly at her meal, taking in the atmosphere of the room, among other things.
Recalling the word the man used to refer to the woman, Masei chooses to address her first, not understanding the assumed familiarity associated with the term. "Hail, 'Sis.' Are you and this man referring to this 'Silverscales Tournament?' Reading of its supposed popularity here has made me curious as to its cultural relevance within this settlement. Would you be available to satisfy aspects of my curiosity?"
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The nearest inn turns out to be the Broad Captain Inn, and as he enters, Mandoo notices a group gathered around the bulletin board. He's torn between curiosity at what all the excitement might be and a growling stomach that could use a meal. The whole place smells rather fishy, and he suspects the menu will reflect that. His curiosity wins in the end and he joins the crowd at the board.
All it turns out to be is a call for teams to participate in yet another fishing tournament. He'd heard that Anthusis was known for its fishing tournaments, but he hadn't realized just how big a deal they were here. Mandoo shrugs. "Amazing the sort of thing that will excite people. I mean, really. Catching fish? How difficult is that?" Still, he could use the prize money, and if all it took was catching a bunch of fish, he had time on his hands and plenty of arrows to spare. All he had to do was figure out where the good fishing spots were around here, and he already had some experience with that. The only serious problem was that he couldn't go it alone. Apparently a crew of some sort was needed.
Mandoo notices the slender Mwangi man with the fishing pole approach and take out his notebook...
...but notices nothing out of the ordinary. The man gets into an exchange with a tall Mwangi woman which suggests that they are siblings; each with their own crew; and each apparently interested in participating in the competition.
Mandoo decides to chance the menu after all. Sure enough, it reads like the daily catch. "Sigh!" Ordering a large serving of kippers and scrambled eggs, he takes his breakfast and goes looking for a place to eat them. The Broad Captain Inn is a popular place for breakfast apparently, and he's forced to share a table with a group of fellow out-of-towners, some of which he recognized as passengers from his own ship.
The big guy in the chainmail with the long polearm was called Dinardin. Mandoo remembers him from the ship, though given the monk's natural introversion, they'd exchanged no more than an occasional nod while aboard. Not wanting to be seen as rude, Mandoo joins in the smalltalk between mouthfuls of herring and egg. "You don't look like the fisherman type to me, Dinardin." He glances at the paladin's long weapon. "Maybe you could use your long pointy stick there to spear some if they get close enough." Mandoo then jabs his head in the direction of the bounty board. "Why all this talk of fishing? Are you interested in joining the competition?" He gets back to his meal, but spares the occasional glance at his tablemates. "What a strange bunch we must look like to the locals," he thinks, and laughs to himself.
The kippers it turned out were rather good; maybe he'd go back for more when he was done.
"Who you calling sis!?"
Deka whirls on the voice, a defensive anger soon dawning to a look of confusion - a reaction Masei is probably used too, as she studies the half-orc trying to pin her down.
Demed has a faster wit it seems. He answers the question plainly.
"Can't fish, can't eat"
He gestures around him - nearly everyone in the Broad Captain Inn has some sort of fishing equipment, illustrating his point. He lowers one eyebrow playfully, as if daring you to say something smart back!
Hurriedly, a server walks over to Mandoo "Kippers and eggs, okay" and to Dinardin "What'll it be?" and start listing off the fresh catches of the day, followed by the standard fare, altogether, consisting of no less than different species of seafood cooked different ways with maybe different kinds of spices.
She claps her foot impatiently "Don't got all day you know - busiest day of the year - come on now!" and if he doesn't soon respond looks poised to leave and tend to another table!
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"If I have misspoke, it was not my intention. I am... not from these lands." Briefly taking note of the waitress, Masei skips the menu entirely, responding confidently with, "Feel free to provide me with your least desired dish that will soon go bad if not eaten," before returning to make note of the boisterous pair. "The acquisition of sustenance is an admirable goal. If this competition is amenable to journeyman competitors, I'd be interested in participating to learn more of the local customs."
Masei keeps her eye focused on the man at this point, curious to see if there is anything more to discover about his current conduct.
Deka prefers to talk about alchemy, technology, and clever ideas. Also, if you haven't noticed by now, throwing a little feisty teasing or boasting also helps.
The green flare in his box is, undoubtedly, the result of some sort of magic emanating from a tiny cracked stone inside!
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The large and very strange-looking orc seated with them sure did speak in a strange way. Her weird glowing eye was bad enough, but the piece of black glass jutting from her other eye was positively off-putting.
Mandoo was not all that great at dealing with people and as such, tended to keep to himself as much as possible. But it wouldn't do to have the locals getting upset at them, at least not while he was in the middle of enjoying his excellent meal.
He turns to the two Mwangi fisherfolk and tries to defuse the situation. "Please pay my friend here no heed. Like myself, she is new in town and knows not the local ways. I too am interested in this tournament, and as it appears that you two are the experts here, perhaps you can tell us more about it?"
Mandoo hopes that some of the more silver-tongued at the table can bring these two around. He suspects that making them friendlier towards them might prove useful if he and his new friends were to enter this competition.
The monk may not be good with people, but he was good at sizing them up in a hurry. He gives each of the siblings a close looking over to see if he can determine anything useful about them from their demeanor.
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Ithuriel swallows a sausage from the table nearby. "Yes, please do tell of this tournament. According to the bulletin, those who follow in the steps will be rewarded with riches and glory." The older a leans in giving a nod to the Pathfinders. He was hoping he might be able to talk the siblings into the fishing tournament long enough to possibly win it for them.
The server returns with a dish of raw fish just near the edge of spoilage, and puts the plate in front of Masei "On the house" speeding by to the next table flagging her down.
Deka prefers to talk about alchemy, technology, and clever ideas. Also, if you haven't noticed by now, throwing a little feisty teasing or boasting also helps.
Demed likes to boast and talk about feats of strength. Furthermore, if you can speak an insult that sounds like a compliment, he may well be impressed.
Demed looks at Ithuriel, and snarls his nose, clutching his tackle box closer towards himself a little tighter.
"Always causing problems you outsiders, thinking you can profit from our community event. Go ahead and enter, put your money where your mouth is, and prepare to be handedly beaten"
With a rude tone, the Mwangi man shuns the old man, paying him no more mind.
"Why don't you tell us more about yourselves first? Think you can dance in here and snatch up all the good advice, do you?"
Deka's tone with Mandoo is certainly not near as dismissive as her brother's is with Ithuriel - instead she seems to hold her opinion in reserve. Indeed, if these foreigners are keen to put their foots in their mouths, or, to show respect for the tournament, she will allow them the opportunity to do just that.
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Mandoo rolls his eyes at Ithuriel's ham-fisted attempt at ingratiating himself with Demed. "It appears that Lady Luck is not with us today. I wonder if Dinardin can do any better; he seems like a good talker."
He takes a few more bites of fish and thinks things over. Demed was likely a lost cause at this point, so there seemed little downside to Mandoo trying to molify him. "Surely I couldn't do any worse than that odd priest fellow. Could I?"
Turning to Demed, he says, "Now, now. No need to get huffy. The fellow meant no harm. It's just that the tournament caught our eye and we were deciding whether it was worth entering. As you can plainly see, we're not experienced fishermen and would only be joining as a lark; to kill some time before departing your fine city. But if you don't think your impressive rod and tackle there can handle our stiff competition, we'll leave you to play with them on your own." He takes another bite and watches Demed's reaction.
Turning to Deka, Mandoo says, "We're just travellers passing through your city with a few days to kill before our next boat leaves; nothing more. We thought the competition might be a fun way to pass the time and let us pick up some fishing skills from the local experts such as yourself. I see your pole is more impressive than your brother's there... he is your brother, right?" Mandoo looks from one to the other, then back to Deka. "Did he really fall into the water in the last tournament? I'd love to hear that story." He grins and throws her a wink.
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"I can assure you this, ser: profit is never the reason I compete. Personal wealth and ambition are the desires of the base evils I had once served, but those evils drew their last breath some time ago." Masei grabs the fish from the plate with her bare hands, tearing a mouthful from its side before tilting her head back to swallow, never breaking eye contact. "I had heard the people here may have cause to relate with my experiences, and came to bear witness to what has been built here. So far, I have been impressed by what I have found, but I would be interested to discover if you are capable of changing that perception." Tearing another large bite from the fish, Masei leans back in her seat and relaxes, putting her physique on display while sizing up whether Demed could prove to be a challenge.
The server rushes hurredly by, nearly spilling the tea which is plopped down in front of Dinardin before continuing towards other tables to distribute the rest of her loaded tray.
Herbal tea, without sugar or sweet, piping hot, goes down smooth!
You think that buying either Deka or Demed a drink or snack from a nearby vendor (2 cp) could also improve their attitude towards the party!
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Ithuriel (Diplomacy) to Demed @
Dinardin (Diplomacy) to Deka @ Success;
Mandoo (Diplomacy) to Demed @ Failure;
Mandoo (Diplomacy) to Deka @ Success;
Masei (Athletics) to Demed @ Failure;
"I am the best fisher in the village" he boasts once more.
Clutching his tackle box close, and then grabbing his pole "Like I said: put your money where your mouth is and enter the tournament. If you can beat me, well, then you can know that you have beaten the best!" he smiles here broadly and toothily - it seems his initial reaction has been dissolved by the excitement of the tournament.
Scanning the party with his eyes, he offers a single word of advice "Your three friends:" addressing Ithuriel directly here, man to man "Tell them to buy a net!"
And with that, having gathered his things, Demed walks off to go get his fishing spot, following nearly half the Inn who begin trickling out in the same direction...
Deka smiles at Dinardin and Mandoo.
"Don't mind him: He is always talking big. Look. If you are serious about entering, there isn't much time to waste. You can probably still buy some tackle from the rows of vendors outside - but they will soon begin packing up to leave for the Lower Harbor!"
She points as the throng of people begin to shift a new direction, table by table, team by team, spectator by spectator.
"Two hour walk to get there! And trust me: All the good spots go fast!" She clashes her cup of tea against the champion's, sipping the last of it, and depositing the empty cup on the table, flicking a copper piece next to it.
"Follow me!" she invites the party down the way, and eager look in her eyes, a haste in her step!
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Ithuriel tosses down the last of his coins as he reluctantly grabs ahold of a net and fishing tackle. He looks down at it, unsure on how to even begin using it. He looks around the group on who best to hand it off to, but maybe more will show promise as they enter the tournament. "Ready when you are." He gives a small curt nod.
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Mandoo shovels the last of the fish and eggs into his mouth and gets up from the table. "That was delicious. After the tournament, I'm coming back for more." He waves over the server and pays for his meal. Then turning to Deka he bows and indicates that she should go ahead. "Lead the way, milady. I think it's time we found out if your brother's boasts match his abilities. By the way, can you fill me in on what exactly makes for a good fishing spot around here? I've never been in these waters before."
As Mandoo passes one of the few remaining vendors, he says, "Hold up a second. I think I'll take your brother's advice." He too buys a net and fishing tackle.
Mandoo walks along beside Deka as they head to the Lower Harbor. He asks her about alchemy and technology, subjects he knows little about, and is impressed by her intelligence and good nature. When they get close to the harbor, he says, "If you're free after the tournament, maybe we can have dinner together. I'll treat you from my winnings." He winks at her again, but gives her a big smile to show he means it.
Sprinting ahead with expert cross-country strides, Demed is among the first to arrive at the Lower Harbor, narrowly beating out other competitors for the "best" spot. He immediately pulls out his tackle box, affixes lures onto his pole, and with a whipping fly motion, sinks his bait into the ocean, looking around sideway at those whom he beat on foot to the spot.
"Fastest runner, best fisher. Move along you, this is Demed's spot today!"
He boasts to the other teams, shooing them along, and gets busy with the first round of the
There is a shiny glint briefly flaring from the tackle box as he opens then shuts it.
What color do you see? Roll 1d6!
1) Red
2) Yellow
3) Green
4) Blue
5) Indigo
6) Violet
The two hour hike is brisk, and near the end of it, multiple people switch pace to a full-on sprint towards the end - among them Demed - but Deka just waves her hand, and answers Mandoo's question.
She describes a "secret spot" that is somewhat out of the way but technically legal, and winks at you...
"Bah. Don't bother to chase after those fools. If you are not the fastest, you won't get the prime spot anyway. You got to use your head!"
"I think I will take my usual "secret spot" - I'd tell you, but then I'd might as well forfeit, no? Besides, I can't let him win, now can I? What kind of big sister would I be?" she winks at Mandoo here before taking her leave.
The docks creak under the weight of the crowd. Mwangi and Chelaxian citizens stand shoulder to shoulder in the midday sun, waiting for the excitement to begin. Some aspiring anglers seem to have already chosen their spot, while others are carefully scanning the waters for a glimpse of the glimmering scales that give the tournament its name.
A silver-haired Zenj woman wearing a judge’s colorful sash raises her hands to silence the crowd. With a warm smile, she utters a single sentence that unleashes a flurry of activity.
This trigger is what sets Demed and the others off, and with a few guiding words, Deka is soon onto her own secret spot, while the party...
Mandoo @ Success
= 1 Party Success
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"Thanks, Deka. I'll make it up to you later."
Mandoo considers for an instant whether Deka's "secret spot" suggestion was actually an effort on her part to lead him astray and thus remove him as a threat from the competition. He does a quick survey of the situation and shrugs. "Looks like as good a spot as any."
Wasting no more time, he quickly takes off after Demed to claim Deka's suggested "secret spot" for himself. He also has no time to figure out how to use the fancy fishing rod he'd just bought, so Mandoo instead falls back on the method he used when hunting in the foothills of the Kodar Mountains with his master Ajit. He takes the fishing line; attaches several lengths of it to the backs of some of his arrows; and ties the other ends to his wrist.
Taking his shortbow in hand, he calms his breath and angles his body to the water for maximum effect. He then nocks one of his modified arrows and waits perfectly still for a fish to make an appearance. He ignores the smaller fish and a few moments later, spots a good sized one near the surface. Letting his breath out halfway, he takes aim and shoots.
His arrow strikes true and he pulls on the attached fishing line to bring in his first catch of the day. He then nocks another arrow and repeats the procedure.
Out of the corner of his eye, he watches Demed to see if he can pick up any pointers.
Demed is using his fishing pole, but Mandoo catches a brief shiny green glint flaring from the tackle box as the expert fisherman opens then shuts it.
"Hey there, Demed, what's that shiny green thing you've got in your tackle box? Not some sort of unfair advantage I hope."
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Ithuriel scoffs, not know a lot about fishing. He stands there looking dumbly at his newly acquired fishing rod and tacklebox. He passes them off into his companions hands. "You look like you know how to use these. I'll find a spot for you. Only those who believe in the Living God deserve a life of plenty and pleasure."
Atae arrives!
Ithuriel concurs with Deka's advice to Mandoo that his "secret spot" will be sufficient.
The silver-haired judge raises her hands a second time to silence the crowd. With a warm smile, she utters a single sentence that unleashes a second flurry of activity.
Mandoo then gets to work shooting fish - which seems to work really well, even as they now lie dead in the water.
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Mandoo to Survey for Fishing Spot vs DC 16 (Diplomacy) @ Success
Ithuriel to Survey for Fishing Spot vs DC 16 (Nature) @ Success
= 2 Party Survey Points
Catch Fish w/ Shortbow (Strike) vs DC 15 @ Critical Success
= 2 Party Angler Points
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From her own spot, Deka sees Mandoo's shot but uncollected fish, and yells out to the party:
"Don't just sit there - one of you grab the net!"
Nodding at her own advice, Deka gets to work on her own technique, setting up multiple poles in parallel succession, and walking back and forth to make sure they are all secure and free from getting snagged on rocks. She whistles while she works!
"Sis - four poles but zero fish. You bring shame to our family!"
Demed holds up the fish he has already lured in, his display demoralizing his competitors, impressing the judges, and drawing laughs from the audience on the docks!
He adds to his exploits "Fastest runner, best fisher, smoothest talker!"
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"Don't just sit there - one of you grab the net!"
Mandoo waves to Deka as he pulls in his fish using the fishing line he attached to his arrows. "Thanks, Deka. Maybe I'll try the net next." He watches her setting up her fishing poles and thinks, "That doesn't look so difficult. Maybe I'll try a pole next instead."
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Masei tears one last bite from the fish she'd acquired from the Inn as she surveys the available land for the tournament, before turning her attention to the available competition. There. Rather than choosing a spot at random as the cry goes out from the judge, Masei immediately breaks into a dead sprint, shouldering other competitors out of the way to reach the spot they had been eying first. Upon reaching the spot, she pulls forth her scythe and slams the head of the weapon into the ground. "This site has been claimed by the jurisdiction of Masei Alsharei. Challenge my authority at your own peril."
After glaring away any fishermen that seemed unwilling to leave or were willing to contest the claim, Masei looks over the water before grinding the remains of her fish from the restaurant casting them into the waters. The chum will need time to settle. I shall resort to the net once the fish have become more active. Until then, I shall utilize the techniques taught by the wise men of the boat. With that, she pulls out the Fishing Tackle and casts a line to start, opting to begin with a more traditional method before a more aggressive means.
As Masei claims the spot with her team, the other competitors brooke widely around her territory, like a school of fishing swimming around a single shark.
Demed seems to peer over at the Half-orc's display of territory - as if "marking" her as one to beat!
Furthermore, the Duskwalker starts pulling in fish with practiced-looking use of the fighing tackle, which causes him to look over again, a crease of worry furrowing his brow but only momentarily. From across the way, Deka actually cheers on "Looks like these newcomers may be the ones to beat, eh bro?" she teases!
Go ahead and roll your Sense Motive!
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Ithuriel to Survey for Fishing Spot vs DC 16 (Nature) @ Success
Mandoo to Survey for Fishing Spot vs DC 16 (Diplomacy) @ Success
Masei to Survey for Fishing Spot vs DC 16 (Athletics) @ Success
= Survey Complete. DC for Rounds set to 14.
Mandoo to Catch Fish w/ Shortbow (Strike) vs DC 14 @ Critical Success
Masei to Catch Fish w/ Tackle (Survival) vs DC 14 @ Success
= 3 Party Angler Points
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Cocking her head back to laugh heartily at her brother's reaction, suddenly there is a SNAP SNAP as of Deka's four poles aligned in a row snap off completely!
She curses in Mwangi and begins to scramble...
A large fish seems to have snagged onto her poles, overpowering them!
Not a large fish... a Shark! Striped like a tiger, feasting on a school below in a feeding frenzy!
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As Mandoo begins preparing his fishing pole for his next attempt at catching fish, he hears Deka's poles snapping off. He looks over to see if he can tell what's happening...
...and sees what appears to be a "Shark! Striped like a tiger, feasting on a school below in a feeding frenzy!"
Moving quickly, he takes one of his remaining arrows with the attached fishing line, nocks it and fires it at the shark.