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Venture-Captain Alissa Moldreserva, a fiery red-headed woman who climbed from the depths of Galtan revolution to become one of the Society’s finest (and most well-connected) venturecaptains, stands in the great meeting hall of the Grand Lodge in Absalom. She stares down her hawkish nose and sighs. "I ask for the best and they send me you. Lucky me. The Society’s best contact in Osirion, Grand Ambassador Dremdhet Salhar, informed me this morning that his lovely Chelish wife, the Lady Anilah Salhar, was kidnapped and sold into slavery. Normally, I wouldn’t care a bulette’s eyeball about who was or was not enslaved in Absalom, but Salhar is the Society’s best avenue for acquiring all of the necessary official paperwork to make our frequent delves into the tombs of Osirion cheap and legal. This is a relationship we want to preserve and since the Ambassador made it clear that our status is in jeopardy, I’ve been instructed to send our best agents to find her and return her safely to Salhar."
"I guess you’ll do."
"Salhar hasn’t sat idle since his wife was taken—his own agents are prowling the streets and dug up one possible lead. A one-eyed Andoren, a grit junky named Fredrik, is known for selling or helping to sell nobility into foreign markets that desire house slaves. Being enormously illegal, this trade makes Fredrik a fair bit of coin that Salhar’s agents assure me all go straight into the pockets of the Second Chance, a grit den dockside in Puddles. That’s all I have to get you started. Go quickly. The fate of our Osirian exploits is in your hands."
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A tall but physically weak looking Elf stands in the back of the group.
He is wearing a haramaki and a spell component pouch that indicates he is using magic regularily.
His pale skin and clear blue eyes are in strong contrast to his jet-black hair.
One would not call him handsome... not least because of the unnerving and sometimes even arrogant smile - implying he knows something that you don't...
After the Venture Captain's speech, he briefly introduces himself to the other agents before turning to the VC.
"I am Kaervek, Master of the Arcane. I guess we'll start with the Second Chance, then, Venture Captain. Got no time to waste!"
He certainly seems eager to start with the mission.
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The half elf girl, so obviously dressed like a piratess, listen to the Venture Captain attentively, while sipping some wine.
She takes some moments to recall some memories and informations, as the names told by the VC ring some serious bells
This ain't my first mission,Venture Captain. My name is Evelyn Kellbor. I do have some questions, before we go. I know you told us that's all the info you have , but do we know what does the lady we search look like? A smart slave could try to dupe us into believing she's Lady Salhar, just to gain some long hoped freedom. I'll do that in an heartbeat, by Besmara salty kisses...
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Shirin walks with dignity and slow steps.
"Greetings to you all. I am Shirin." says the young woman with a shy smile.
She looks a little scrawny but quite agile. Her red, shining hair has an exotic appeal.
Resting on top of her chest, an amulet showing the holy symbol of Sarenrae is visible.
She has a natural presence although she does not come across aloof or arrogant at all.
Below her dress light leather armor is visible and she carries a Scimitar at her hip that is attached to her wrist with a very fine chain.
Facing you all she bows.
“I am ready to leave.“ she says.
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Evelyn! Soooo glad to see you again! yells a red headed blur as she darts over to the swordswoman and hugs her. We have much to chat about...after though... she says as she turns to the others. Hi! I'm Carlin...nice to meet you. Evelyn and I went through our Confirmation together. Fun times! Carlin then notices the holy symbol around the ifrit's neck.
Another follower of the Dawnflower...excellent! Are you from the desert as well? I'm from Katheer...
After seeing the look on Venture Captain's face she turns serious.
I'm no stranger to slaves...rather common back home...but not a fan of it. Kidnapping and selling them into slavery is even worse. I can burn down the grit den if you want... she says as flame crackles on her fingertips.
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"This one's got a bit of fight to her," Wesley muses to himself. Normally the Venture Captains were all tripping over themselves to not present themselves as heartless monsters and show empathy.
"Its the wife of an Osirian Ambassador. The other slaves will stink and have calluses on our hands. We'll just need to find the one that's bathed recently and has soft skin." He was big burly fellow with greasy black hair and a matted beard.
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Yes! Ooh, I have a bottle of wine from home...not the cheap stuff people try to scam others with in the taverns all over the place... she says then sees the grizzled warrior.
Wesley! Hi! she says exuberantly as she goes to hug the man. Wesley and I were on a mission together as well...small world, isn't it?
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Evelyn! Soooo glad to see you again! yells a red headed blur as she darts over to the swordswoman and hugs her. We have much to chat about...after though... she says as she turns to the others. Hi! I'm Carlin...nice to meet you. Evelyn and I went through our Confirmation together. Fun times! Carlin then notices the holy symbol around the ifrit's neck.
Another follower of the Dawnflower...excellent! Are you from the desert as well? I'm from Katheer...
After seeing the look on Venture Captain's face she turns serious.
I'm no stranger to slaves...rather common back home...but not a fan of it. Kidnapping and selling them into slavery is even worse. I can burn down the grit den if you want... she says as flame crackles on her fingertips.
Shirin looks at Carlin with a smile.
"A pleasure to meet you. Yes, I am from Katheer as well and the slave trade is shameful act. It is beyond me why Sarenrae accepts this kind of behaviour! I will support to end these vile acts!!"
Alissa impatiently exclaims, "You will be responsible for the Society’s losses in Osirion with your incessant questions. I’ve told you all I know—if you desire further employment beneath these hallowed pillars, you’ll think twice before asking me inane questions. Be gone!"
It’s important to note that while slavery isn’t illegal in
Absalom, kidnapping nobles and selling them into slavery
is. Slaves are largely gathered from locations elsewhere
and brought to Absalom—or sometimes plucked from
the ranks of the condemned, petty criminals, or those
with excessive debt. To most of the civilized nations
surrounding the Inner Sea, to steal a member of the
nobility and sell her into slavery is an affront to the
foundations of society. The lone exception is Andoran,
who actively fights against slavery throughout Golarion.
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We're already away, Captain! Ahoy, crew, lets get down to business.
Using her knowledge of the dark and shady streets of Absalom, Evelyn leads the team throught some shortcuts, until they face the Second Chance, down in the docks.
That's the place. Do we aboard and trash the place or do we try to parley first?
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The elven wizard claps his hands, looking annoyed.
"People, listen to the VC! You can chatter all the way down to the docks. As I said, we have no time to waste! Let's get going!"
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"Parley has it's advantages, but it is not my strong suit. However, if needed, I can make a person believe that I'm his best friend..."
Kaervek smiles viciously while some sparks are dancing around his bony fingers.
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I'm up for eihter...but let's try talking first...then we can burn it down... Carlin says as she let's out her hair a bit and heads into the repugnant place. She looks around for someone who might know what's going on. She sashays up to him.
Hey...I was wondering...if you could help me out...I'm looking for some information... she ways with a wink.
Entering the shabby establishment, you find it to be dimly lit by cheap oil lamps sputtering on walls punctuated by painted-over windows. The Second Chance reeks of unwashed humanity and pungent ash. Threads of sickly sweet smoke drift like smog from tin hookahs. Ale kegs lurk in each corner, and cheap clay mugs hang from nails on the walls.
When the PCs arrive, the Second Chance is in the midst of a frenzied, grit-induced brawl. Next to the bar, the owner of the den, a thick scowling Keleshite named Elo, grips a bloody scimitar in one fist, blocking one of the den’s rear doors. At his feet lies a fresh corpse, blood slowly seeping into the floor boards from the dead man’s slashing wounds. You see many patrons brawling, seemingly just for the fun of it, and a variety of junkies in various states of hallucination, sprawled on the floor, or draped across their chairs. They seem completely unaware of the melee raging about them. You notice none of the brawlers are using weapons. Three of them turn towards you, seemingly intent on brawling with you.
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Hearing the big beefy boy making a strange proposition, Evelyn retorts to Wesley
Thanks, but I don't let strangers tying me to a bed. I'm not a Calistrian. I just *happen* to know the place.
Entering the rowdy place, she grins
Hi , pals. Glad to see the ol"fashioned knuckles-sandwich is still a speciality of the house. Nevertheless, hear the girl with flaming fingers and part ways so we can pass.
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"Well, okay, when you're ready to admit you have a problem," Wesley says.
He look to see if there's any instigators of the fight.
He's wearing armor, and knows how to handle himself in a fight. He'll change into his pig-like form to increase his footspeed, and gets ready to wade in.
He'll try to break up the fight, trying to keep the addicts from bashing in their brains.
The thugs turn to others rather than you.
The man with the scimitar appears to be the bar's owner, and probably is holding his scimitar in order to enforce the no weapons rule of the bar.
Seated at the table is the man you came here to find.
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He tries to run away from Wesley, but trips on a chair and falls over.
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Now, that wasn't very polite...I asked nicely and you chose to run. Here's what's going to happen. My friends and I are going to ask some questions and you are going to answer them truthfully. Any deceit and my burly friend over there... Carlin says pointing to Wesley ..is going to start grabbing appendages and twist them. He has a few new grappling moves to practice... the fiery aasimar says coldly as she moves over to the man.
[ooc]if you think it's an intimidate roll, i dont have that yet...but have a +4 untrained...use same roll[]/ooc]
Evelyn and Milo do not see anything.
Your target slumps, obviously giving up and ready to answer any questions you have. He gets up, ready to follow somewhere to talk.
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We are looking for information about a recently acquired...slave... Carlin says, her voice betrays her civility when she says the word slave.
Tell us what you know, and maybe we can put in a word for you with the authorities. what's the penalty for illegally dealing slaves now? As well as kidnapping? Anyone know?
He reveals that he was hired to kidnap Lady Anilah and sell her into slavery. "I fobbed her off on Pardu Pildapush at his office in the Pits. ’Nough gold for a whole week o’ grit!" Then he hacks up a bloody cough, red phlegm foaming on his lips.
