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A cauldron? We could prepare some mushrooms in it. That's good the mushrooms. Even if an omelet is better than a soup, with mushrooms. Do you like mushrooms either?
The man who says that looks a little hirsute. He wears leather armor with a dagger on his belt. But what intrigues the most is probably the swarm of gems flying next to him.
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Your adventure begins in the Grand Lodge of Absalom, where Venture-Captain Ambrus Valsin has summoned you to help Rain in Cloudy Day with an urgent task. When you arrive in the venture-captain’s office, you find Rain in a desperate state.
Rain in Cloudy Day stands on a chair behind a large oak desk covered with documents.
"Ah, you’ve arrived! What a relief! I’m a bit overwhelmed at the moment, and I could use your help. The Pathfinder Society leadership is in a closed-door meeting right now, reviewing the latest news from Iobaria, the distant land where the Society has focused its efforts of late. I can’t wait to hear more about all the interesting things our agents discovered there! But, while they’re busy, I’ve been asked to catalog the flood of correspondence from our Inner Sea lodges. Just look at all these letters! Ambrus—that is, Venture-Captain Ambrus Valsin—asked me to sort and summarize all of it, but there’s so much! And, I’m not ashamed to admit that with my relative inexperience, all of it seems urgent! I’ve got to put a report together, but I’m overwhelmed by all the unfamiliar names and places! Here, take these
letters. See what you can make of them. I’d hate to miss something important and disappoint the venture-captain, and I think the meeting is almost over."
Rain hands you six pieces of parchment (see pages 4-5 in the slides).
"Feel free to share these among yourselves and exchange information."
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A dark skin young human man stands in one corner, a warm welcoming smile on his face. Other than some simple robes, a dagger by his belt, and staff in his hand, he is quite simply garbed, except for a faintly glowing sigil of a drooping leave on his forehead.
What is more unusual is the humanoid standing beside him. Although shaped largely like a man, his bark skin, vine tendrils draping over his body, limbs shaped like branches, and patches of leaves all over its body makes it clear he is no ordinary humanoid. Its ... his connection to the human is evident though, for it ... he, too, has the same sigil on his forehead.
The human man steps forward, quickly skimming the parchments before passing it on. "Woah, that's quite a bit to read. But I believe introductions are in order first? My name is Melokuhle, and my ... most strange companion is Abebe." He gestures to the plant eidolon standing beside him, with both affection and yet faintly sorrow in his eyes.
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Toasty! is pretty sure these documents will burn and sees no pressing need to light them on fire at this very moment so instead peruses them, helping pass them around between allies.
Religion
Occultism
Arcana
Mercantile Lore
Crafting
Nature
Pathfinder Lore and Society seem useful on all.
| Vilmur-Pathfinder Lore +8
| Zaighar-Pathfinder Lore +5
| Ambuis-Nature/Occultism +4
| Toasty-Arcana/Crafting/Society +6
| Melokuhle-Nature +7/Religion +3
| Sunshine-Nature +7/Religion +4
I feel bad asking the druid to pass on Nature, but we're better suited with Sunshine on Religion
Toasty happily bounces around, swapping papers between people, hoping to be done with this task quickly before the urge to burn the notes becomes overwhelming.
"This look good for bur distribution of labor, ya?"
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A green female leshy sitting on her moving chair which is also her pet aptly named Upuan, enters the office. She flips her tendrily green hair before she stops, I mean Upuan stops, and guides her down the floor. She begins to smile enthusiastically, seeing Rain is a leshy too, though he is more of a fungi and she is a plant.
”Hello!” she beams her words to Rain, ignoring the others. ”Sunshine of Happiness is my name.” she tells him while trying to shake his hand. ”I am sorry if I am late, we are called for something, what is it, oh yes, the letters. Let me check.” she randomly picks one of the letters and reads it.
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Venture-Captain Brackett is a priest devoted to the deceased god of humanity, Aroden.
Varian Jeggare is a half-elven wizard. He is almost always accompanied by his bodyguard Radovan and his faithful dog Arnisant. He runs a secret lodge from his manor in Cheliax, a nation known for its ties to devils and authoritarian rule where most Pathfinder activity is forbidden. The Grand Lodge’s own archivist, Zarta Dralneen, was once a paracountess of Cheliax before becoming the leader of the Dark Archive, a former Pathfinder faction devoted to finding dangerous relics and occult knowledge.
The Sandswept Hall in Osirion’s capital was for many years one of the most active Pathfinder Society lodges, due to being located in one of the oldest and most prosperous empires in the Inner Sea. Osirion’s interests once warranted the dedication of an entire Pathfinder Society faction, a group that eventually tied itself to the Scarab Sages to pursue ancient knowledge and the artifacts known as sage jewels.
Qadira is the westernmost satrapy of the great Padishah Empire of Kelesh. Qadira once commanded its own faction within the Society, which it used to promote its trade interests across the Inner Sea. That faction eventually became the Exchange, a group more broadly dedicated to influence via commerce.
The nation of Taldor, once a sprawling empire, has long sought to restore its former glory. Lady Gloriana Morilla is a former venture-captain who supported the rise of Taldor’s new monarch, Grand Princess Eutropia. Muesello is the current venture-captain, and he spends much of his time tinkering with custom wayfinders for Pathfinder agents.
Harbormaster Hansara Molnesh is one of the city’s many harbormasters in charge of managing the cargo flowing to and from Absalom on hundreds of ships each day. She is known for her uncanny ability to predict the weather.
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”Venture-Captain Brackett says there is this legal claim on Almas Cathedral in Andoran and some bad things happening there too that are needed to be addressed,” Sunshine summarizes the contents of the letter from Andoran for Rain. ”Fun fact: did you know that Venture-Captain Brackett is a devoted priest of the well-known Aroden, the deceased god of humanity? No, you don't.” she tells proudly to everyone before she turns her back on them and mounts herself on Upuan, her legchair, facing them again with a smug face from her fun fact she just shared.
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Melokuhle glances briefly at Sunshine, a faint look of skeptism crossing his face but quickly fading away. A priest of Aroden in this time and age? But knowing better, he doesn't comment and instead shares what he has come across in his brief travels.
"Harbormaster Hansara Molnesh is one of the city’s many harbormasters in charge of managing the cargo flowing to and from Absalom on hundreds of ships each day. Rumors has it that she has an uncanny ability to predict the weather. I suspect there's more than meets the eye."
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"A former venture-captain wants the Society to send agents to covertly investigate the current venture-captain in Oparra because the false agents' wayfinders bear the hallmarks of that venture-captain's work with the devices. This seems more urgent since the events described threaten the reputation of the Society in Taldor and if left unchecked could turn a powerful ally into a powerful enemy." He hands the letter back toward Rain in Cloudy Day.
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Well, it is said that Qadira is the westernmost satrapy of the great Padishah Empire of Kelesh. Qadira once commanded its own faction within the Society, which it used to promote its trade interests across the Inner Sea. That faction eventually became the Exchange, a group more broadly dedicated to influence via commerce.
Not sure there are any mushrooms over there...
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Toasty! nods, still not having set anything on fire yet.
"I wonder if we'll ever get missions in Osirion again. It's hard with the country closed to outside archeologists but maybe some old permit will finally finish processing or something. I hear the Ra Sun Priests have this fire spell that reflects off the Sa---. Err here's your letter back."
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Rain turns to Ambius, "No idea. I hope so."
As you give Rain this information, he eagerly writes it all down in his notebook. As a brand-new Pathfinder agent, he is especially curious about any information pertaining to the Pathfinder Society’s older factions. Rain ponders aloud whether these events might be related, but before he can ask for more details, a tall man with tan skin and dark, meticulously groomed hair throws open the doors and strides into the office: Venture-Captain Ambrus Valsin clearly has something urgent on his mind. Rain in Cloudy Day jumps up to interrupt him, proclaiming that the report summarizing the correspondence is ready. The venture-captain, taken aback, accepts the journal that Rain shoves into his hands. Rain watches expectantly as Valsin skims the report.
Ambrus Valsin nods to those gathered and says in a gruff voice, "Ah, yes. Thank you Rain, agents. Let me see… this is all quite worrying! Your thoroughness is praiseworthy. Unfortunately, we cannot act on any of this right now. Another urgent matter has come up, right on our doorstep. I need agents to go to the Blakros Museum and meet with Curator Adjutant Seshuun, who is temporarily in charge. I do not have any details, but she’s requested the Society’s immediate presence, and she seems upset. We’ve worked hard to establish a working relationship with the museum, and I do not want it to fall to pieces now with everything else going on. Please help the curator with anything she may need, and if you can, try to make a good first impression. Rain and I will remain here and bring this report to the Society’s leadership. Some of this is quite serious, and we’ll take it all the way to the Decemvirate if needed!"
The expressionless Abebe simply nods and walks up behind Melokuhle, striding along.
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Gardeners and landscapers busily haul plants and building materials through the gardens that flank the path leading to the imposing, multistory building that is the Blakros Museum. Its outer walls are crafted almost entirely from a single chunk of volcanic rock. A woman
stands near the entrance, speaking with several of the workers in a calm yet commanding voice. She has deep blueish-purple skin and vibrant teal markings, denoting her ancestry as one of the aquatic azarketi. She approaches you and introduces herself.
"Well met. I am Curator Adjutant Seshuun. What business do you have at the museum?"
The plants—a few real, but most of them fake—are intended to make the gardens appear like a grove straight out of Iobaria.
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Sunshine looks around the hustling and bustling of people around, trying to find something familiar to her. She unmounts herself from Upuan.
Eww. Fake plants, she says in her thoughts as she begins to scan and have a touch of the plants being installed.
She mounts herself again on Upuan and begins to introduce herself after the other stated their purpose. ”I am Sunshine. I noticed the plants, they are… They look like a grove straight out of Iobaria. Is that the theme of the museum?” she says with nodding as if she likes the idea.
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"So, you’re the ones Valsin sent to fix this mess. No, not the gardens. The shipment! You know, the relics? The Iobarian relics? Surely you can explain why the shipment hasn’t been delivered yet. The Sixwing Drake should have arrived with the relics by now, but I’ve heard no word. We can make the gardens look as authentic as we want, but nobody is going to visit an empty exhibit. The recent business with the curator, Nigel Aldain, has tarnished the museum’s reputation enough as it is. I can’t allow the Society’s delays to cause further problems. You look like you might have questions. Please tell me you can help?"