[OPVI] PF2e B12 - Somewhere Below (P7) (Inactive)

Game Master UncleFroggy

Do you take me for a grippli? And the truth? You lost the money of your parents in games and sin? Now you’re ashamed to go back to them? Am I right?

The Shisk leans over his spear.

The changeling looks over to the shisk, "Why do not we give him the benefit of the doubt? He offered to take us to his parents, I hidhly doubt he would offer to do that had he lost their money. We may as well investigate. Unless you have better plans."

Bee listens to the points being brought up by other members of the group. "It seems reasonable to me. People are always coming up with new swindles. And people are always needing to raise funds for big projects that they are trying to get off the ground. I have nothing against going and talking to people in order to find out more." He takes another bite of his soup. "But can it wait until after we finish eating?"

Have you not ... gone to the ... Watch?

"If a noble is involved, perhaps the Watch might not look into as much. An outsider's eyes might see things others haven't noticed," Cath mentions while listening to the others, before taking another bite from her stew. "I wouldn't mind catching whoever this swindler is red-handed."

"The watch?!" he says, almost disdainfully, "They're not gonna help us! We live on the outskirts of the Coins district. We're nobody special that they're willing to get off their lazy hind ends to help. That's why I decided to ask if you'd be willing to help us. So will you help?"

Bitty lifts up her Egg. "Egg says we should help them! Let's do it!"

Ashun sighs at the man's answer, "Calm down, Dar was just suggesting something sensible. But I do indeed agree with Cath and Bitty, we should do something. I am willing to help, and I would say that my friends too.", downing the final gulp of his drink, he turns to the rest of the party, waiting for their answer.

Bitty lifts up her Egg. "Egg says we should help them! Let's do it!"

Bee grins at that. "Well, if Egg says we should do it, then we had better do it." He quickly gulps down the last of his food.

"At least to see what is going on."

Seeing both gnomes talking about Egg, he gets a bit curious, "I wonder what Bea would say about this situation. He does not speak much as far as I know." and looks towards his iguana.

Bea:
mlem

We will ... hunt down these ... criminals ... and bring them to ... justice

Shisk’s eyes are getting narrower. What are you getting yourself into now? is he thinking.

He clings to his spear to reassure himself.

Once the party agrees to help Wiston, he leads you out of the tavern and into the streets. The Coins District is home to the Grand Bazaar market, which, in the daytime, is full of people from across Golarion looking to buy goods. Wiston leads you further into the district, beyond the Grand
Bazaar. It becomes dark as evening descends over the city.

There are more people here than in my native jungle. And people don't follow me in my native jungle. Certainly we are not in my native jungle. But why are these people following me in the crowded city? One thing is sure: they are not as skilled as a Biloko, even a rheumatic one.

Rinshu's mind asks himself questions around as he grasps his spear.

at the tavern
Seeing that the shisk is still unsure about the venture, "Come, I will pay you a beer if we are wrong.", he says, trying to convince Rinshu.

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Having the weird feeling that they are being followed, Ashun starts talking to the party while Winston takes them to his place. Trying to maintain his soft spokenness, "Bee, you said earlier that you did not know why people hoard coins, well...", he stops as if thinking, then whispers "I think we are being followed" and proceeds to continue his sentence, "People need to pay for housing, furniture, food, clothes, and other things. Not everyone knows how to pick berries or hunt or build a shack. But why some hoard more than others, I guess it is for status, that I do not understand too." and he shrugs with a half smile.

"Grandfather Ifukube likes to hoard everything -- well, except dinosaurs. No offense, Egg." Bitty nods, and pulls out her rapier. "Egg says that I should try collecting weapons, but I don't know. What weapons do the rest of you carry? Can Egg see them?"

Egg is right. If we're going to get jumped, I'd rather that we get jumped with weapons in hand.

"I think we are being followed"

Bee raises an eyebrow, but avoids obviously checking behind them.

"People need to pay for housing, furniture, food, clothes, and other things. Not everyone knows how to pick berries or hunt or build a shack. But why some hoard more than others, I guess it is for status, that I do not understand too." and he shrugs with a half smile.

"I know, I need money for food too. It is just the collecting of so much of it that seems strange. I used to do sport fighting to earn money. It doesn't pay all that well after the organizers and promoters get their share. But it sure was a lot of fun."

"I had to give that up though."

"What weapons do the rest of you carry? Can Egg see them?"

"Sure." Bee pulls out his sword and twirls it around a bit.

"Often in sport fights we would just fight bare handed. But sometimes with blunted weapons. And every once in a while a wealthy patron with odd tastes would want us to use real weapons and we would have to keep healers nearby. So I made sure to practice with a wide range of standard weapons just in case."

Wiston turns back to you and says a bit urgently "Umm, why are you acting this way? We're almost there but this is a pretty unsavory part of town. We'd best be on our way."

Ashun answers to Winston, "Indeed. But it is just small talk, you know, better keep the spirits up."

And our guards you would say. The Shisk is more confident with a snake in the jungle than with a Wiston in a big city.

Wiston turns back to you and says a bit urgently "Umm, why are you acting this way? We're almost there but this is a pretty unsavory part of town. We'd best be on our way."

"Talking while walking. It is an old pastime of most everyone I have ever met," Bee replies while almost absentmindedly keeping his sword in hand and gesturing with it as he talks.

"So where exactly are we going? I'm assuming your overly generous parents don't actually live in this unsavory part of town."

Chuckling at Bitty and Egg's request, Cath draws her sword from its leather sheath, "You could have asked when we weren't walking, but I can tell you that out of the many weapons I do have, this one is my dearest friend. I've had this since I was with the militia in Korvosa, and it has done me well. It is a hand and half sword, also known as a bastard sword. The blade is thicker and longer than a longsword, but is much easier to wield than a greatsword." Talking whilst following the group, Cath points and explains the various weapons on her person to Bitty, from the whip on her belt down to the dagger now strapped to her boot.

Knowing that Dar has a hand cannon, and seeing Bitty take out the first rapier of her possible future collection, Rinshu holding onto his spear preapred to jump at anyone that looks at him wrong, Bee showing off his stage shortsword skills and Cath proving her expertise with her bastard sword and knowledge of other weapons, Ashun looks at Bea, carrying a inside the cauldron an old twisted wooden staff he uses mostly to stir his mixtures, and lightly smiles to himself. Good thing the others are more combat capable, right Bea?

Bea:
mlem

Dar Lek is also looking around in order to protect this group.
perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Wiston shrugs his shoulders wondering what everyone's talking about and pushes on. The place Wiston leads you is a fairly run-down section of town. The road is about 10' across and about 70' long. Wiston directs you to a house at the end of the street. He heads down the street to a house at the end.

"Come on, fellows! We're here"

Map Updated

Shrugging her shoulders, Cath sheaths he blade and grins, "I guess we were all too paranoid! Come, let us hurry, and help Wiston's folks!" She then begins making her war towards the man who asked for their aid.

Still a bit aware of those people that were apparently following them, Ashun follows Winston, keeping Bea between himself and Cath. And as if finally noticing his mistake, his face glows up a bit before asking the man, "Ah, right. Sorry Winston, but what are your parents's names? I think it would be disrespectful to enter their home without at least knowing it."

"Oh, Lon and Andrea are my parents names."

So many hints and they still trust the guy. The Shisk stays ready with his spear in hands looking behind them in case the ambush comes from there.

The place Wiston leads you is a fairly run-down section of town. The road is about 10' across and about 70' long. Wiston directs you to a house at the end of the street. He heads down the street to a house at the end.

"Come on, fellows! We're here"

"This place?" Bee asks, pointing at it with his sword. "Huh. When you said 'your poor elderly parents', I didn't think you meant poor like this."

Shrugging her shoulders, Cath sheaths he blade and grins, "I guess we were all too paranoid! Come, let us hurry, and help Wiston's folks!"

"Hah," Bee grins at Cath. "A bit of paranoia never killed anyone - at least not themselves."

Bee stops for a few seconds and discreetly slips his buckler on and tightens the straps. He starts walking again, but now is towards the back of the group next to Rinshu. He nods at the rather exotic looking team member and whispers, "Not exactly the place I would go to run a fund-raising scam."

Wiston calls to Bee and Rinshu. "Hey, what you doing all the way back there?"

Wiston calls to Bee and Rinshu. "Hey, what you doing all the way back there?"

Bee gestures grandly with the tip of his sword at all of the run down buildings around them. "Sorry, just taking in all of the grand scenery - the impressive sights and smells here." He nods at Rinshu. "After you. I'll take rear guard position."

Bee follows the group into the narrow alley, trying to keep an eye on any unexpected movement.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

But it is hard to do that without being obvious about it.

"Sights? There's not much to see here. Come on, fellows. My parents are waiting."

"Sights? There's not much to see here."

"Sure there is. Just look at the color of the rust on this drainpipe." Bee looks curiously at the downspout for a moment. "I wonder if I could get my hair to match that color?" He sticks his thumb into his mouth and puffs his cheeks out. The roots of his hair begin turning from a light orange to a dark brown-red, the color slowly growing up the length of his hair for a couple of millimeters.

He loses interest after a few seconds and continues down the alley behind the others.

Bitty claps for Bee's color change. "That's amazing. Some people who meet me think I'm a chameleon too because I blend in so well with the sky, but that's just because part of me is made of clouds."

A cool morning breeze runs through her hair, warning her. She nods to the breeze, and takes a moment to prick her ears and see if she can detect who is following, and looks ahead for traps. Then she says to Cath, "Can Egg see your big sword again? He's very impressed with it."

Bitty's draconic tail twitches with excitement. Maybe Winston is on the level, but he's getting more and more suspicious by the moment, and despite what Grandpa Ifukube claims, Bitty's not a hatchling anymore.

I have moved the whole party closer together. If it matters, Bitty has trap spotter.

The Shisk moves quickly to a corner of a house. We won't let this man fool us. Ah no no no. Quick a corner of a house. From there we can see and protect.
He has his spear in hands.

"Made of clouds? That's interesting. Can you float like a cloud, or no?" Bee continues walking and chatting with the group.

"Float? Oh, not yet!" Bitty smiles. "I'll eventually get to do that when I grow my dragon wings as well as my tail. But one of the reasons that I am so swift on my feet is that I always have the wind at my back."

Always have the wind at your back. So the predators can't smell you from behind. That's a basic point to live.
The Shisk has his back against the wall of the house.

"I'll eventually get to do that when I grow my dragon wings as well as my tail."

"Wings too to go along with your tail? That is so awesome." Bee holds up his short sword again so that Egg can see it. "My sword really isn't all that impressive. Just a standard sword. I think the impressive part is the person using the sword rather than the sword itself. Some people have weapons that they treat almost like they are part of their family or something like that. I just see mine as a tool."

"You have a sword too, don't you Bitty? I thought I saw you using it earlier."

Dar Lek hesitates before entering the alley. He then puts his hand on his pepperbox, ready to draw if required, before staying at the back of the party guarding their six.

Bitty smiles, lifting up the rapier she's holding. "I have my rapier right here, but I haven't named it or anything."

Though I think that short swords are the superior weapon, I like to vary up the weapons I use on my characters.

"Come on, fellows. The door's on this side. Wiston turns the corner but stays in sight."

If you're not following Wiston, what are you doing?

Ashun nonchalantly follows Winston

Dar Lek moves to the corner that Wiston went down but stays at the intersection until the rest of the party has gone past him. He will then follow.

Bitty throws an arm in front of Ashun to stop the nice dinosaur-owning witch from falling in the pit. "Ashun, stop please." Without stepping on the trap, Bitty kicks the board contemptuously aside, revealing the pit. "Why were you leading my friend into a pit trap? Speak up, Winston, and you'd better hope that Egg likes your answer!"

The little gnome is seething, and her draconic tail twitching.

A look of panic appears on Wiston's face. He looks around desperately as Bitty confronts him. Finally he screams "They're onto us! Get 'em!" before doing a runner up the alley. Five ruffians suddenly appear from around corners, intent on taking your money.

The white dot is the trap Bitty found

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COMBAT TRACKER
Round: 1
Tactical Map
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Those with ** may go

**Bitty Blue - AC 17, 17/17
**Corabee - AC 18 (20 w/shield), 19/19
Blue
Rinshu - AC 16, 15/15
Red
Pink
Orange
Cath - AC 18 (20 w/shield), 19/19 (AC 20)
Thull Ashun - AC 14, 14/14
Black
Dar Lek - AC 17, 17/17

Demoralize: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

"They're onto us! Get 'em!"

Bee sighs a bit as Winston shows his colors and calls for his co-conspirators. He runs up the alley to where the action is and comments to Cath in passing, "Yup. A bit of paranoia never hurts. I've got this side, can you block the other?"

He stops at the corner of the building and brings his buckler into position. Then he calls out to the ruffian to the south, "Halt. You have us surrounded. Your money or your... Wait, I don't actually want your money... Well, so much the worse for you then."

◆Stride, ◆Raise Buckler, ◆Demoralize (pink border)

Bitty throws an arm in front of Ashun to stop the nice dinosaur-owning witch from falling in the pit.

Can I move back? Since I suppose this happened before I moved. If not, it's ok, was my fault.