[PFS2e] GM Chadius: 1-12 The Burden of Envy (Inactive)

Game Master chadius

Monday, 12:00

Ysoldt asks about the curfew and the female guard nods. "Yes, you have about 8 hours each day to make your deals. There's a pretty loud bell-"

*DING*

"That sounds across the city. That's you cue to either move around town or be indoors. Good luck to you." She waves goodbye to Ysoldt and screams "NEXT!" towards the next group. A pig farmer brings all of his pigs up to the checkpoint, and their squeals are deafening. The male guard ushers the female guard, mouthing "ladies first!" as she goes to inspect the cargo.

Monday, 14:00

A sturdily built stone building with a meticulously thatched roof is marked by a hand-carved wooden sign with silver inlays that declare the building to be The Rockfish Inn.

Guaril’s list indicates the owner of the tavern is a dwarf by the name of Yuleg Bluinglot and his daughter Vurna. A pair of mules and a wagon lie in the stables, and the front door is barred with a sign that reads:

Inn is Closed due to illness

Still, you bang on the front door. You hear Yuleg as he opens the door slot. ”I’m sorry. The inn is closed while I help my daughter recover from an illness. I’d rather not risk the spread. And… well, she’s my only daughter. I hope you understand.”

The elf takes a look at the dwarven cleric.

Griffon continues on...guided by the stars and the cosmos around them...

Makai comes closer to the doors

"May your inn be blessed by the Forge Father, my name is Makai and I am a cleric of Torag." she takes out her symbol of a wooden hammer

"Maybe I can have a look at your daughter. I might be able to aid her."

Makai does not wish to discuss delicate matters through the doors.

"Oh my! A cleric of Torag? Right this way, come on in." He leaves the door wide open. The inn is full of carpets as dark as pine, though covered in a thin layer of dust. The main hall features a portrait of a fish tugging on some seaweed, oblivious to the heavy rock weighing its meal down.

”Did Guaril send you?” Yuleg realizes he let the name slip. ”I pray that you are. Not that it matters much. My daughter Vurna is too sick to move. A rat bit her a few days ago and she’s high with a terrible fever. I can’t risk moving her unless she is better.”

The dwarven woman breathes slowly while lying on a bed in one of the inn rooms. ”Dad, I can still hear you...” she coughs. ”We gotta… we gotta find ‘em. Flitch and the Cove. I know where they are. We gotta get out of here.”

Yuleg simply shakes his head and spoons out another bowl of broth. ”Now now my dear. You’re in no condition to move. Drink up.” He feeds Vurna another spoon of broth and she groans as she swallows it down. ”Can you help her?”

Yuleg's portrait is on Slide 4

Griffon looks down at the thin layer of dust covering the carpets...
How long you been closed Mr. Yuleg?

Quickblade joins Makai in examining Vurna, trying to determine what the disease is and whether he can help her as well.

Medicine(T) +4; is it a secret check or can I roll it?

Makai looks Yuleg in the eyes and says

"Yes, we are in did send by Mister Guaril. Let me look at your daughter first."

Makai comes to the bed and first puts her backpack down and then puts her Warhammer next to the bed. She takes out her wooden symbol and lets it hang on top of her clothing.

She takes out the healing tools

"Ok dear, let me see your leg. You said a rat right?"

Medicine: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13 Oh Dear Torag the Allmighty! Medicine checks are not secret unless it is a recall knowledge roll.

"Quickblade any ideas?" asks the Human.

If casting a heal would help Makai would cast one of her daily heal font spells. Unless it is a disease that needs to be treated.

Quickblade examines the wound and takes out his healers tools.

Medicine Check; Treat Disease: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Edit: Agh!

Jac looks at the condition of the girl, "I've seen wounds like these before, though I'm not able to help heal them, I might be able to find out what it is." the fighter says as he bends over the girls leg.

Jac does not have a healer's kit, so cannot treat

Quickblade hands Jacknife his healers tools, hoping the fighter can help ease the girl's suffering.

”Oh, thank you. Thank you all.” Yuleg smiles, he clearly hasn’t done so in a while. ”Now listen, you can take whatever you want. The rooms at the inn are well furnished, take any room you want. Oh, and the wagon. It can hold about 1,000 pounds of cargo, take that too. I have 6 barrels of pickled fish. Very yummy.” A small burst of joy leaps from him as he points out the rooms, the wagon, the mules and the fish.

"I've been winding down the inn for the last month or so." He turns to Griffon. "When I was young, I didn't mind Xin-Edasseril much. But when my daughter was born, I... realized so, so much. She deserves a better life than I. There's only so much you can do here before the Emerald Guard decides you stepped out of line or you said something suspicious, or..." He shakes his head. "I need to leave this town, but Vurna's coming with me. Either she gets better and we both leave free, or we both stay chained together under the runelord."

You take a moment to make a quick diagnosis. Jacknife and Makai are certain she is suffering from some kind of disease, but they're not sure what it is. Quickblade is clearly distraught over the situation and isn't sure what to do.
Diagnosing Vurna's sickness can be done quickly. But actually curing the disease will take 8 hours. If you remained here after curfew, you could make this check before or after going to sleep.

Vurna groans as Yuleg continues. ”My apologies, I have to help Vurna. She may need to use the... facilities.” Yuleg nods to you then hustles to help his daughter stand up and get to the bathroom.

Looks like you have a home base.

As you look around the inn, you see an empty barrel. If you could craft, you may be able to make a raft out of it. Or maybe you’ll destroy the thing. But it will take all day to complete…

Trained in the Crafting skill? Spend 8 hours to make a check and turn that barrel into a raft. This may be useful later...

Jac whispers to Makai and Avon, "Umm, I'm pretty sure if we take Vurna and Yuleg, we won't have room for all the rest... What should we do?" the fighter seems quite concerned. "And Guaril will want gold not wagons of fish. Do you have any more idea?"

Jac is trained in the craft skill, but is pretty bad at it ... he has tools and a crafters book to help him. Probably wouldn't think of the raft idea...

Oh no, our healers! AArg! LOL

Makai listens to Jacknife and nods her head

"How about we solve that problem if we have it. So far we have two people if we end up with too many we would have to pick someone who would be the easiest to smuggle with us. We can look through the rooms maybe there will be some valuables if not then Guaril would take the barrel of fish, even if he would choke on it. If this is what he can pay, then this is what he can pay."

The same with Crafting here. On top of that, I would first try to aid the girl.

"We could use the inn as a basecamp. I agree that we probably need to get the rogue first and hope that his secret tunnel is close by. But someone needs to convince the innkeeper that we can't accept fish as payment, though" Quickblade sneaks a bite of the fish, "it's quite tasty."

Griffon puts on his most charasmatic smile...displaying the quaint gap between his two front teeth, giving him the appearance of someone who is very approachable and who listens to people.

He approaches Yuleg...

A word with you kind sir. We want to do everything we can to get you out of this oppressive place. However paying in commodities wont be pleasing to certain parties higher up in this operation. Have you any alternatives at your disposal?

What say you Mr. Yuleg? Have you anythine else of value?

Griffon tries to use an earnest and amiable face while speaking to Yuleg.

Diplomacy (Request): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Vurna finally falls back to sleep, and Yuleg slouches down on a chair near the unlit fireplace. Giffron takes the opportunity to talk to him.

"Hmm? Oh, yes. Mister Guaril made it quite clear- this is an expensive venture. Otherwise everyone would leave this damned town." Yuleg leans back. "I was able to acquire some gems and some rare coins over the years, and saved them for emergencies. This is quite the emergency situation, eh?" He looks out the window, gets off his seat, and moves towards the counter.

"Not that I don't trust you. But if I can't leave with Yurna, I'm going to spend every copper I have hiring the best healers I can. So I can't pay you until I leave." He reveals a burlap sack and opens it long enough to show small sapphires, rubies and emeralds among a smattering of silver coins. "Seems fair, right?"

Sorry, long day

Ysoldt keeps quietly admiring the Rockfish Inn for a moment, but listens in on the chatter. She glances at the sick girl every now and then to assess the situation. Once the dwarves are back from the 'facilities', and Yurna is on her bed again, the Irisseni comes over.

"Mind if I take a look? I did some medical work in the carnivale. Broken bones, dislocated joints, animal scratches and bites... Oh you never know how many there are. Anyway - let me take a look at yours, hm?"

She examines the wound for a few minutes, occasionally asking several questions about the pain and symptoms.

Medicine: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

"Well, never in my life I thought to myself - 'I wonder how 5000 year old rabies looks like.' - Yet here we are. I suppose life is strange like that. I have no idea what this is, however. Maybe check a few local healers for help? If rats are common, bites like this might be as well."

It's official, we suck at this.

Sense Motive on Yuleg - Perception +4

Wait for the result before responding to Yuleg.

Griffon looks at the bag, and at Yuleg. Yuleg looks very confident and seems earnest, and clearly loves his daughter.

The elf will look around, using detect auras to see if she discerns anything magical in the area.

Griffon flashes Mr Yuleg a toothy grin, and offers him a hand shake.

I have always respected the dwarves. Not only are they wise but they are practical. We have an understanding.

Avonna, you must start crafting that raft out of those barrels with all haste if we are to move the daughter to safety.

Griffon contemplates what type of diseases rats carry, and what are their effects on humanoids...

Nature: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

If this is a failure, then use Halfling Luck:

Nature: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

okay!

Are there any tools around that might be able to giver her a bonus or other people that might be able to help, it seems like making the raft is going to be important.

Griffon Stoor considers his knowledge of religion for a moment.

Are there any Good-aligned deities operating in this god-forsaken land?

Religion (Recall Knowledge): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Look! I make friends with the dice gods!!!

Not sensing any magic, at least as far as her cursory examination can tell, the elf begins to use one of her other skills and brings it in to play. Carefully taking the barrells about, she begins to use them, as well as some rope and other materials that she is able to find, to craft a raft out of the pieces of wood. Boobo flies around bringing her tools and other materials that she needs in order to complete the construction of the raft.

1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30 craft

Quickblade turns to the innkeeper.

"Worry not, good sir. We will do our best to get you and your daughter out. We will not leave her behind. Oh, and your pickled fish is quite tasty."

Can I do another Medicine check to identify the disease or has enough time not passed yet?

Griff -- ROTFL! It looks like Avona has done the same. Can you introduce us as friends? :)

Jac smiles on happily, as his tools and craft book are put to good use by Avonathalanthalasa and Boobo in making the craft. She seems to be making good progress.

Seeing that Griffon has concluded the business end of the help offered to Yuleg and a raft is being built, Jac asks Yuleg "So we have to meet up with another client, we have an address, you wouldn't know an easy and quiet way to get there without drawing attention to ourselves. I think we might have enough time to day to speak and get back here before we are under curfew."

Flitch's address is spoken to Yuleg.

"We'll figure your ailment out. Keep resting in the meantime. And drink fluids. Lots of them. You mentioned a certain Flitch. This person would also be on our list. But don't tell anyone.", Ysold puts her finger to her lips and smiles.

"Assuming he can be in hiding and not at home - any idea where to look for him? We might try to get him today before the curfew ends. Speaking of which, is this curfew thing really only ending in the afternoon? As in we can leave at two in the evening and need to get back inside by ten?", she addresses the innkeeper.

Makai checks again on Vurna and gathers her belongings.

"We will be back and try to heal her."

The dwarf hides her Torag symbol under her clothes and takes a step towards the exit.

"We should use as much time as we can."

"Agreed. Shall we go search for Flitch next? At least so we can find out where his secret tunnel is?"

Quickblade gathers his healer's kit and prepares to depart.

"Good, good. Yes. Take the time you need to gather ingredients, or do your research, or... whatever it takes to help Vurna." Yuleg closes the bag and stammers a bit. "I'll be right here, so just come on back when you're ready."

"Envy Row... hmm, the people there envy everyone else- that place became a slum maybe fifty years ago. Er, well, longer than that. History is weird around here." He shakes his head. "There's a main road that leads to the neighborhood, it's the shortest route but there are a lot of checkpoints. You could walk along the outer wall but that takes a lot of time... maybe the town well won't be too busy?"

Turns out people are especially thirsty today, and the Emerald Guard is out in force, keeping the peace (or annoying the peace, depending on how you look at it.) By the time you get to Envy Row, another two hours pass.

Griffon thinks about rats. Vermin, live in caves, underneath homes, and sewers. They tend to carry a variety of diseases, but he can't identify one specific disease these rats would carry.

He also notices the religious symbols here. Technically, many religions are tolerated. But the only temples he notices throughout town are dedicated to Nethys and Abbadar. Magic, Money and Harmony prevail. The temple doors have a green checkmark, indicating they are "Approved by the runelord." Sometimes he notices a flower of Milani, but no temples or priests nearby. Maybe they're hiding.

Monday, 16:00 (4 hours until curfew)

4 more hours before you have to be indoors. Yuleg mentioned the curfew is quite strict, and he's been stopped multiple times after curfew and had to prove he's a citizen before the Emerald Guard let him go.

You walk past several buildings in Envy Row East. Rundown, dirty, smelly, littered with graffiti. Still feels safer than the city patrol, which you haven't seen much of since entering this neighborhood. But this is Flitch’s address, and the front door is barred by a lock. The windows are boarded over and fragments of a flowerpot lie beneath one windowsill.

You could try to pick open the lock (2 DC 15 Thievery checks) or try to Force Open the window with a DC 20 Athletics check.

Quickblade pulls out his thieves tools and goes to work on the door.

Thievery Check 1: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Thievery Check 2: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

After working on the lock for several minutes, Quickblade gives up and steps aside.

"Anyone want to try their luck at this? We could force the window but why tip him off that someone was here?"

Griff, would you please put in a good word for me with the dice gods??

Ysoldt leans her shoulder to a wall next to the door to provide visual cover for Quickblade and observes him work the lock.

"Your picks are too advanced for these 5000 year old locks. Let me try my rusty ones?"

She knees down, looks at the lock, and pulls two pins from the inside of her jacket. She slides the picks into the lock, shuffles tumblers around a bit and *click*

The lock releases.

Thievery: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
Thievery: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

She puts the pins back into her jacket.

"Yes. Technique definitely too advanced for this antiquity. You need to teach me", she winks at Quickblade, and stands up with satisfied look on her face. She peeks around the group for any nosey onlookers.

Dude are you human or tengu? Block states human, image is a bird.

Aaaargh! SO CONFUSING!

Makai stands few feet away to give Ysoldt and Quickblade room for work. She keeps an eye for trouble. She doubts that guards would sympathize with them picking a lock.

When the doors begin to open she goes there.

"Let me go first, keep an eye for traps. Thieves like them. "

As she passes the doors Makai grabs her shield and keeps it raised...

As Jac passes by Ysoldt, he peers down at her tools, then winks and under his breath says "Nice and rusty those!" before having a quiet chuckle.

He stands under the window, slightly back from the smashed flowerpot and looks up, watching intently. Strange place for a broken pot, if it were me, I'd use the window as an escape ..... ah those times in Katheer, dipping my hands into a merchants pocket. Jac seems to smile for no apparent reason, as he waits and looks up.

Quickblade follows Makai, keeping an eye out for traps as they cross the threshold. Passing Jacknife and Ysoldt, he mischievously whistles the sound of a call of a sparrow... ;)

Quickblade also looks around the area for anything out of the ordinary.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Edit: Maybe the secret check will turn out to be better!

If it's a secret check, my mod is +6 (E)

The elf follows along, her hood drawn over her face and Boobo on her shoulder.

A thin layer of dust covers the floors of this sparsely furnished wood-walled apartment. The northern wall bears crude etchings, graffiti, and other odd markings. Flitch isn’t here, but Guaril said this was his home.

Jacknife notices it first, and then Avonathalanthalasa picks up on it. They point to some of the graffiti. One of the scratchings has Flitch’s name in it! This must be some kind of hidden message.

Skill checks:
If you are trained in Society, you can spend 10 minutes trying to Decipher the Writing on the wall to decode the secret message.
Alternatively, you can spend 2 hours and make a Diplomacy check to track down Flitch’s whereabouts given this new information.

I suppose Quickblade notices that everyone has feet...

The Irisseni raises an eyebrow, and looks at Avonathalanthalasa. "My senses decieve me. Avonathallllllllll..., Avonalat... No, that's not it.", she stutters for a moment. She breathes in, determined. "A-vo-na-tha-lan-thal-as-a...". Seemingly satisfied, she continues. "I swear your owl just imitated a sparrow. Did I pronounce that correctly by the way? Do you go by a monicker, by chance?"

She asks as she peers indoors, looking for anything odd. Well, except the barred windows, and similar signs of nobody being present.

If applies, I'd like a perception check, please. +1 to traps via trapfinder class feat.

Ysoldt doesn't notice anything extraordinary, and certainly doesn't see any traps. Just more graffiti:

Prunelord sucks - A rather crude drawing of the runelord, except her skin is withered and purple
City is MY GEM! - A vaguely drawn humanoid holding a glowing green-tinted city in the palm of their hands
Envy Row Hounds - Pack of dogs with viridian spiked collars, barely held back by an over confident owner
My home plane needs me - A human male on a boat, sailing away towards the horizon

Focusing on My home plane needs me you see Flitch’s name as a signature. The waves of water are in a peculiar pattern… this must be some kind of hidden message.

Jac looks at the wavy pattern and immediately he finds him self back on the ship again, his stomach churning, he looks away. "Excuse me, dunno why but I feel a bit queasy." he takes a step towards the door and takes a few deep breaths.

Not trained in Society, sorry

She is trained in Society so she will take the 10 minutes, casting detect magic to also see if that is helpful.

Quickblade looks on, ready to be helpful if he can. He also makes sure that nobody nosy is about wondering why all these newcomers are looking around.

Not trained in any of the skills needed. Also my dice rolls are so bad being trained probably doesn't help either!

Makai looks at the grafitis

"If there is some message here I can't see it. " No society skill :(

The cleric will start look through the place, maybe there is some hidden door or cellar.

Perception +6 pls

Recovering from the strange feeling, Jac decides, If he is a little thief as Guaril said, maybe he's left some trinkets .... I mean what harm would it do. He starts to look around.

This place was swept clean. Nothing of value besides a wedge of not-yet-moldy cheese.

Avonathalanthalasa inspects the painting carefully... but nothing comes to mind. Whatever the message is, it is too well decoded for her.

Looks like you'll have to spend 2 hours and make a Diplomacy check to Gather Information about Flitch's whereabouts. DC is 20, so feel free to make those rolls.