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Your eidolon can make a roll too and contribute.
"Most awful storm I've ever been in." the eidolon shrieks
You all work together (3 successes, barely), the weaker members helping the less fortunate along and you come to a tent. In it is a dwarven woman with deep brown skin and long braids of hair decorated with horn beads. The poor woman is currently choking violently amid the storm and her face looks a few shades redder than the rest of her body, which, considering the clothing and armor, is limited to her hands.
Phase 4) Help Me!
Of course a heal check will help, but there is only room for three of you to work on her. Healing of some sort may help, but be aware that most magical healing is religious in nature and not fondly looked upon by just about everyone in the area. She may be one of those sorts that would rather die than have you offend her religion of anti-religion. Then again she may be a closet god worshipper. Of course she is not talking right now and in no condition to complain.
If you rolled an 18 or better open this spoiler
Eegru sticks a finger down her throat (or was it a tongue) to no avail other than to spread an alarmed look over her face.
Snorri? Maybe you have a little skill in healing?
Snorri manages to help the woman in spite of the ineffective meddling of the others. But she is still struggling and still needs help and will die soon without additional help.
Phase 5: Everyone may try something again.
You succedssfully clear her breathing and provide her with a filter. With one last cough she starts to relax, eying Snorri thankfully.
"Thanks, I am Kazima Rufah."
Kazima wears a suit of vented plate mail tinged blue and embossed with the sigil of Rahadoum—an ornamental shield inscribed with the Laws of Man, bearing two hands with the palms facing out—over a red tunic and bronze-hued pantaloons. You bring her to your shelter, a much better 'facility' designed for this kind of weather. The crisis over, she seems well composed after a near death experience. Philosopical too...
"“To help a stranger in a world where no greater reward can be guaranteed is a noble, dying thing.”
You can't help thinking she would make a good field agent for the PFS :)
Please tell me about any holy symbols or wands or such that might present a problem. Omero, you are a paladin. Is your symbol of faith embossed on any of your equipment?
OK, no religious paraphernalia other than ones hidden in backpacks or under shirts.
Do you ask her any questions or initiate a conversation of any sort, or do you just make her comfortable and send her on her way?
"In principle, yes, though life has a habit of complicating things. And you? Are you in the habit of rescuing strangers? You do not look like normal caravan guards. You must have some stories to tell."
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"Stories, I am sure we have some but those are for telling around a fire after the day's work is done."
Omero keeps an even face as he asks a few questions. "You appear to be a member of the Pure Legion by the icons on your armor. Perhaps you might be able to tell us about any further hazards ahead. What can you tell us of Manaket? I prefer to be forewarned of any danger our caravan might face."
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Please tell me about any holy symbols or wands or such that might present a problem. Omero, you are a paladin. Is your symbol of faith embossed on any of your equipment?
Turel does not outwardly present religious effects, and truth be told it does not occupy a significant portion of his thoughts.
Indeed, we are not caravan guards. We are on business to Manaket.
He does not elaborate on this.
Most of us have been on many missions around the world.
He does not specifically state that this is because they are Pathfinders.
"We keep things pretty peaceful back in the city. Manaket, you say? So you just came from Azir? I do not know much about Manaket."
"I was out here checking out the disappearance of a miller in the area. Strange circumstances; I found her family torn to pieces in their home. The only clue I found was a small statue of a judge's gavel made of gold. I have a suspicious mind, comes with my job, and suspect it might have something to do with the massacre."
She is not showing the gavel at the moment. Do you ask her to show it to you?
Gingerly, Kazima pulls the gavel gingerly out of her backpack, wrapped in a black cloth, opining that “Only something connected to a god could seem so harmless yet be so evil.” Being very careful not to touch the 'damned' thing, she unwraps it.
"There have been several other disappearances around Azir, and in each case a statue similar to this one, though each of a different shape, have been found. Coincidence? I think not. Though this one was particularly grizzly."
She steps back, inviting you with a wave to examine it if you wish. She observes you carefully, as if you were some kind of lab rats.
Anyone manipulating it any way or checking it magically?
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"What strange stonework," Snorri comments. "Whatever this is, it's only powdered in gold. Look, it's leaving gold dust on the cloth." He looks thoughtful, then turns to Kazima.
"You said that the body of the victim was torn apart. Somebody may have used this to poison or afflict him and then destroy the bodies to cover their crimes." He turns to the other Pathfinders. "We have a proper mystery on our hands!"
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"We keep things pretty peaceful back in the city. Manaket, you say? So you just came from Azir? I do not know much about Manaket."
Apologies, did I say Manaket? I meant Azir. I'm still learning these lands.
Turel leans in to inspect the gavel, though he's not confident he'll know much about it.
He shrugs and backs up to give others a closer look. Snorri certainly seems to be making more of it.
Gold dust...?
After the hands-off examination is done, the dwarf rewraps the evidence and tucks it away back in her backpack. She begs leave to travel with the caravan to Azir and the caravan master 'graciously' allows her.
The PCs arrive outside Azir before dusk on the sixth night of travel. The city’s sandstone curtain wall forces the PCs to seek entrance at one of the massive gates, whose arch bears the brass symbol of Rahadoum: a set of open hands, palms out, over an ornamental shield inscribed with the Laws of Man. The gate has a staff of six guards as well as two Pure Legion soldiers dressed in blue steel armor over white garments, and they collectively question everyone entering Azir. The Pure Legion is vigilant and the rate at which travelers can enter the city is pretty slow. By the time the PCs arrive, there’s still a line of several trade convoys and several dozen travelers, many of whom are tired from spending several hours standing in the sun and quietly complain about how much time inspections are taking. You hear some of them muttering because the Pure Legion is cracking down on some widespread religious disturbance in the city and have been especially vigilant for more than a week.
On the other hand, you have a friend in the Legion and she offers to escort you to the front of the line, though she does not mention anything about not being searched like everyone else. From the looks of things, stashing your religious paraphernalia under your shirt or in a backpack is not going to do much good. You are going to have to find a better hiding place or relinquish them to the guards.
If you wish to hide something make a DC 15 Dexterity or Sleight of Hand check per item for small objects like holy symbols, wands, or books, DC 11 for very small objects like coins or rings.
Nice. Seeing Omero do a sloppy job, she finds a more unsearchable location under her clothes.
I was going to search your character sheets and find if you are holding out on anything :) If you have not specifically made allowances then they might find stuff. Remember that kits sometimes have symbols and stuff. Unfortunately some of your sheet show NO equipment which makes this difficult. So what I am going to do is if you manifest an item that was not accounted for in the future, I will rule that it was taken by the guards and assign you a black mark at that time.
I have decided that things like holy water and potions of healing are 'on the fence' and you can talk your way past with a DC 15 diplomacy roll by convincing the guards that they were created by an alchemist and not a holy man.
After you sort out the items you want to hide and before you are moved to the front of the line, another complication arises.
Of all the nerve! Eagru notices that a halfling slips a small wrapped object into Eagru's backpack and is trying to slip away. Turel also notices, having a better angle than the rest of you.
Eagru and Turel may react quickly but the rest of you are temporarily oblivious. Kazima is off talking to the guards so you can move up (which provided the opportunity to deal with hiding your forbidden items).