GM Tyranius (PF2) Flames of Rebellion (Inactive)

Game Master Tyranius

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One of the founding Pathfinders, a woman named Kerinha Napsunar, whose exploits in the Chronicles have often had curious gaps and omissions, appears to have once had a temporary lodge in or near what is today the town of Sauerton. I implore you to travel there and speak to the locals. See if you can track down any documents or records of Napsunar’s time in the area or the purpose of her lodge.

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If you discover that the lodge still stands or any of its contents have been preserved, please do your best to obtain any documents or possessions of the Society that remain. Once you have obtained whatever evidence there is to obtain, please report back to me hear in Almas.

"Sounds like we figured everything out we needed to, here. Plenty of books in the library downstairs." She looks at the wayfinder. "We should let him go, though. He needs to go rest."

Rubbing the spot on his chest where the devil’s glaive split his chest he finally speaks up, “We should let him go on to his eternal rest. As someone who almost died moments ago I would hope that my spirit would be allowed to pass on to my ancestors. I can not condone the confinement of this spirit.”

"We did make an agreement with him. We should release him."

All in agreement Elti releases the magic binding Diggen to the wayfinder. The ghost let's out a sigh of relief and stretches. "Thank you my friends, it will be good to see the outside once more." Closing his eyes he evaporates into nothingness.

With the devil Nashaxian dealt with, you are free to gather up the various documents you have discovered and begin the long journey back to report on your findings.

Upon returning to the Pathfinder Society Grand Lodge, you meet with Zarta Dralneen who takes a keen interest hearing of the ghost, though she seems slightly disappointed she couldn't study it further.

The Society is very excited that you find the deed to Diggen’s Rest and the letter to Gregaro Voth this adds to your fame and Reputation. Having sealed Nashaxian within his throne adds even more to your fame and Reputation.

This now concludes the scenario. I hope you all enjoyed. That last fight can get quite rough but you guys did well on it. I will have reporting and chronicles posted momentarily.

Tiger looks at his companions, still slightly ashamed of himself at not being able to help Nnamdi. However, he also can't help but feel proud of what he and his companions accomplished.

" What's next for you, my friends?"

I suppose I'll need to turn over these handwraps to the Society?

Miladistra waves goodbye as Diggen finally moves on. "That's why I don't dabble in the divine. It's a mess no matter what you do." She looks at her own hand, shaking the remnants of the infernal blood as it evaporates. "But now we have a chance to clean up this place. We can ask a priest of Aspu to consecrate the area- the warriors' spirits will be able to rest in peace, finally. Maybe the kobolds can move back in here if they're willing to worship someone a little nicer."

Now that the danger is over, Miladistra takes time collecting documents and lining them up with Ven Strickmund's stories: figuring out which ones are real, which ones are false and which ones need correction. Oh, and the Society, too.

Miladistra takes her sweet time in Sauerton, inhaling as much of the atmosphere as she can. You can smell her disappointment as you board the ship back to Absalom. Deroff is extra pettable for the time being.

"Well Tiger, it's been a lot of fun. I can tell Deroff likes you... Also, I asked him. He thanked ya for helping with his wounds." She smiles.

Deception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
"Said ya did a great job, too. You could be a surgeon if ya wanted."

Thanks for the game, everyone.

Correct, you would turn the handwraps over to the Society. Though they are on your chronicle so if you have 35 GP you can buy them.

Eltis nods at Miladastra. "It may take a while but I would be happy to do so. I am sure the society will also send someone along to do it properly."

"What's next? Only the fates know, my freind. There is no telling where the society will send us next."

Those handwraps are a great first magic item for a monk.

Deroff sniffs Tiger's hand and accepts more petting.

Then, he hunches his back and prepares to leap. Then he relaxes and nudges Tiger's leg. Turning back to Miladistra, he whines at her.

She focuses, listens to Deroff again, and then looks up at Tiger. "Oh! Deroff is asking if you understood him. I think he's trying to teach ya how he fights."

Deroff spends some time nuzzling Tiger's leg, preparing to leap, then watching Tiger do it while Miladistra interprets and translates for a bit.

As Deroff sniff's Tiger's hand, Mialee swoops in and settles herself on Tiger's shoulders. She gives softly nibbles Tiger's ears and Mindartis gives a hearty laugh.

"Looks like our friends really appreciate your help in getting them healed."