Captain Calisro Benarry's page

The captain's chamber is full of suspiciously nice silver tureens full of breakfast fare, ham, eggs, toast, beacon, muffins, pancakes, butter and syrup.

"SENSEI POPPO!" Captain Calisro Benarry greets the little gnome with a roar and dangerous exuberance, lifting the little man off the floor and crushing him to her plentiful bosom, where he nearly drowns a second time. After the hug, while Poppo gets his breath back, breakfast is served.

Over the meal, Poppo and Captain Benarry commiserate over the loss of Poppo's Magically Propelled Undersea Whale Carcass Vessel. Professor Poppo in turn berates his student over her lack of progress in her homework assignments. Poppo takes his leave soon after to go find Olandil.

Alone with the party Benarry then tells them that while she doubts that Olandil will ever return to the Pathfinder fold that he has consented (in no small part due to the party's actions) to turn over the information he learned while in Cheliax, which after all was the primary reason for the mission in the first place.

"You know you could have just gotten the information from him and left him there with the Loyalists at the end. You do know that right?"

"Do you know how we can find Poppo? I'm assuming he'll have more information on Olandil. We have no idea if he's being held against his will or in need of anything, right?"

"You shouldn't need to find Poppo. We're arranging for direct delivery. As for Olandil, well, we don't really know. All we have is Poppo's last message. Maybe Numbers here can make heads or tails of it. It sounds a bit like free verse poetry after all. The first part we get, but we're not sure if the second bit is a code, or a diversion, or what."

Many faces fail to find the path. Send the worthless ones my last request for a vacation.

Noodles, the highest form of poetry, point all slave masters to my lost memory.’

"As for needs, we've got one more port of call before we arrive at the rendezvous, so if you need to pick up anything, I suggest you do it then. Oh, and we've got a small library aboard if there's anything you need to study up on."

575 glances towards Bennary, and then to the ship with a puzzled frown.

If you are out here
Riding the waves to the north
How do we get back?

"Best bet is to pull a reverse, and find yourself a spot on an official whaler headin' out to sea. We'll be lurking about just give us a sign--something we can't miss." The captain continues to beam. "Can't bloody believe it a nagaji on my ship. Oy! Jack Daw! I know a buzzard like you is listen at the door! Why didn't you tell me, you feathered knave!"

Hearing of disguises, Son of Cayden says, "I know a magic trick to look like whoever I want... with the smell around us, wouldn't it make sense to try to look like deckhands from one of the fishing boats? no one's gonna question the smell!"

Captain Benarry studies the 'bedraggled, squinting, disheveled man carrying two tin tankards'. "You might just have something there, Son."

Pezzack?" The Chelaxian shrugs. "Small whaling town, but nothing of any significance."

"So find Olandil and get out? What the devil has he been doing there these past five years?"

"Who knows. Being trapped mostly. The towns been in lockdown for five years now between blockade and the strix-filled mountains all around it. All I know is that he’s an old friend of Venture-Captain Drandle Dreng, and when Dreng wants someone smuggled out of a blockade, I don’t argue."

"Yeah sure. Whaling town. Kind of sleepy out there. I assume your contact will know more about his whereabouts?"

"That's the hope. He a respected man about the town, our Professor Poppo."

Are there nagaji

In Chelaxian borders?
I start a hindrance?

"Holy s+!& you're a 'nagaji'?" She laughs in amazement. "Well you learn something new everyday! Here I had a nagaji aboard for three weeks and didn't know. Thought you were a civilized lizardman or a permanently enlarged kobold or somethin'. Live and learn."

Sequestered so long

Even cities seem smaller.
Most men will know most

They will not know us.
We will start out obvious.
Bad smelling or not

"She's still a pretty big town all the same and most folks just hunker down with their tribe if you see what I mean. Still there's a thriving smugglers market." the captain says with a toothy grin.

"If you go the disguise route I wouldn't suggest feathers, especially on you, Numbers. Damn, a Nagaji." she just smiles and stares at 575.

Did Bennary mention how we were to signal the ship for pickup?

Nope.

"Spies, huh? I'm not particularly fond of spies. Or having to hide what I'm doing when I'm trying to help people,"

"Best get some practice in before you disembark then. The town's a black powder keg."

"Any advice on avoiding sticking out? Or a cover we can use? The standard "mercenaries" disguise going to work for us?"

"I'd advise against it. It'd be a bit like introducing a lit wick to that powder keg we was jus' talkin' about. Folks in a place like that tend to notice a new set of knives on the prowl. Hopefully you'll be in and out before anyone thinks to ask who you are."

I'm answering these a bit out of order because I'm away from my module just now and don't have all the answers at present.

Muscular and imposing in a green-dyed longcoat, tunic, and puffed trousers, the half-orc Captain and Venture-Captain Calisro Benarry kicks out a chair for herself from under the massive oak table at the center of her well-furnished cabin and sits down. “Well how have you enjoyed your tour so far on the Pixie. I only ask now because your tour is nearly done. By Sunday night you’ll be off the boat. You have my apologies for not greeting you more formally a few weeks back, but things have been a bit busy of late, and now here we are hours away from the start of a mission you don’t know a thing about. Consider this your briefing."

“Anyone here familiar with the sometimes-Chelish town of Pezzack? We’re a day’s sail from a rendezvous with a Pezzacki whaler, the Patience, which has permits to cross the Chelish blockade to fish. That town’s been locked down since the people upended the empire’s government five years ago, and those permits are hard to come by. We’d teleport you into Pezzack if the damned devilfolk didn’t have the place blanketed with spies, so instead we’ll throw you into the hold with the Patience’s catch. Which is good for you, trust me, because nobody in that town smells any better than you will.”

Calisro leans forward, and whispers gruffly, “You’ll be dropped off to my contact at the Academy of Applied Magic, Professor Kalizandrex Poppo. He’ll help you track down a trapped Pathfinder named Olandil, who’s been stuck there for five years—your job’s to get him out. Be careful who you talk to, though, and how you ask questions. That place is more volatile than Gorum on a bender, and the more you poke around, the more likely you’ll be the next to burn it down.”

The venture-captain pulls a sheaf of nautical charts out of a case at her hip and unfurls them on the table. “As for getting you out of the town, I know a thing or two about the sailing patterns of the ships around here. The Pixie can pick around the coast north of here for a week before Abrogail’s folk come asking questions.” The venture-captain smirks as she continues, “In case you hadn’t noticed, the Pixie, well, she looks an awful lot like a Shackles pirate vessel, and the Chelish navy doesn’t exactly welcome pirates with open arms. You’d better get back here by then. Any questions?”

Feel free to ask questions, talk among yourselves, etc.... Use the Gameplay thread for in-character questions, and the Discussion thread for anything that is significantly out-of-character.

"That's what I'm talking about! As lovely as your signature is on my charts, it'll be useless after sundown when the Spires commence their infernal shell game again. Even when we figure out how to use the orb-" And at this point she lays a hand upon the artifact sitting on her desk like an priceless paperweight. "-there's no guarantee that the game will play out the same way. But this map is something I can pin to my cold pantry door! Next stop secret stairway! Haha!"

Hall of the Flesh Eater's Group Report Card

Primary Goal: Retrieving the Orb of Stars. Check. +1 prestige point.

Secondary Goal (must complete three):
PCs provide written notes (or, at the GM’s discretion, give the venture-captain a spoken report) that describe at least five important features of Sevenfingers’s tomb. Check.

the PCs should provide a map of the Hall of the Flesh Eaters, which they fulfill so long as at least one player draws a representative map of the site. Check.

The PCs should discover the secret door that leads to the second level of the tomb. Check.

The PCs should either destroy Rajhan-Vol or successfully negotiate safe passage for future expeditions (any report should include notes on the terms of such an arrangement, if made). Check. +1 more prestige point.

“Well lads, you have done a great service for me and the Society. The recovery of the Orb of Stars paves the way for future expeditions (Labyrinth of Hungry Ghosts tier 3-7). Soon, perhaps, we’ll learn more about the Gloomspires’ mysterious makers, unravel their arcane secrets, and perhaps even delve deeper into old Sevenfingers’s tomb to liberate his ill-gotten wealth. Considering what you’ve seen, you lads are now among the foremost authorities on the Gloomspires. I hope that I may call upon all of you again should the Society decide to fund another expedition.” *wink* She raises her cup in a toast. "To ill-gotten wealth!"

Fin

Raynor stiffly bows to Benarry, and hands her the vellum sheets with the notes.

"For your records, Captain. Thank you for having us. As requested we traveled to the Gloomspires, identified the proper one that had the wreck at the bottom. I put a note on your nautical charts in case you need to find it again...."

"There wouldn't be a map of all this would there? Unlike many in my profession, I am more visually orientated." the captain says looking at an officer with a patch over his eye.

"Hmm, I see. Anyone else have anything to contribute?"

Does this complete the adventure?

Almost.

The companions are shown to the Captain's room where a magnificent Shackle's style banquet has been prepared for them and a handful of other officers and senior crew.

"The heroes have arrived! Come in, come in. Leave the rain outside. Now before we gorge ourselves, I'd like to hear your report."

The companions are shown to the Captain's room where a magnificent Shackle's style banquet has been prepared for them an a handful of other officers and senior crew.

Hall of the Flesh Eater's Group Report Card

Primary Goal: Retrieving the Orb of Stars. Check. +1 prestige point.

Secondary Goal (must complete three):
PCs provide written notes (or, at the GM’s discretion, give the venture-captain a spoken report) that describe at least five important features of Sevenfingers’s tomb. Check.

The PCs should discover the secret door that leads to the second level of the tomb. Check.

The PCs should either destroy Rajhan-Vol or successfully negotiate safe passage for future expeditions (any report should include notes on the terms of such an arrangement, if made). Check. +1 more prestige point.

“Well lads and lass and um, lizard, you have done a great service for me and the Society. The recovery of the Orb of Stars paves the way for future expeditions (Labyrinth of Hungry Ghosts tier 3-7). Soon, perhaps, we’ll learn more about the Gloomspires’ mysterious creators, unravel their arcane secrets, and perhaps even delve deeper into old Sevenfingers’s tomb to liberate his ill-gotten wealth. Considering what you’ve seen, you’re all now among the foremost authorities on the Gloomspires. I hope that I may call upon all of you again should the Society decide to fund another expedition.” *wink* She raises her cup in a toast. "To ill-gotten wealth!"

"Piece of cake." Captain Benarry says. "I've shown your mute friend El Garrapata all he needs to know about the folding boat so you should be fine. Mind, I expect to have her back in proper order when this is all done. Otherwise you'll be paying for the repairs. You hear?" She gives the man a good-natured slap on the back that drives nearly all the air from his lungs. "Any last-minute questions?"

Note: that digging supplies (picks and shovels) have already been placed aboard (free of charge as noted earlier). Supplies you've mentioned above are also stowed aboard. Did you need anything else? Speak now otherwise you've got what you've got.

"Piece of cake." Captain Benarry says. "I've shown Kahwen all he needs to know about the folding boat so you should be fine. Mind, I expect to have her back in proper order when this is all done. Otherwise you'll be paying for the repairs. You hear?" She gives the tengu a good-natured slap on the back that knocks nearly all the air from his lungs and more than a few of his feathers free. "Any last-minute questions?"

Note: that digging supplies (picks and shovels) have already been placed aboard (free of charge as noted earlier). Supplies you've mentioned above are also stowed aboard. Did you need anything else? Speak now otherwise you've got what you've got.

Captain Bearry nods to Dibbler who excuses himself and closes the door behind him.

“I’ve been researching the Gloomspires for a very long time. Before I sailed to Absalom and joined the Society, I was a Free Captain here in the Shackles. Those were the days, heh. Back then I learned about the Gloomspires, Old Sevenfingers, and all the treasure and secrets the old devil took with him when he sealed himself in his tomb.”

A long, rumbling growl of thunder makes Benarry pause, and she takes the opportunity to wet her lips with another swig of rum before she continues. “Since joining the Society, I’ve been able to learn even more about the Gloomspires. Most importantly, I’ve discovered that they’re tied to certain alignments of the stars, and that twice each year—beginning on the nights of the summer and winter solstices—the columns cease moving for exactly three days.”

“So, the summer solstice is next week. Now that you know the ‘where’ and the ‘when’ of this little caper, you need to know why the Society’s sending you.” Benarry pauses before continuing in a more conspiratorial voice.

“I recently came into the possession of a logbook once owned by the pirate captain, Mazzer Thrennt. Before Thrennt ended up as lusca-bait seven years back, he was a moderately successful pirate who shared my obsession with the Gloomspires. It turns out his log contains an inventory of the plunder he liberated over the years, including the loot he found in Sevenfingers’s tomb. One item on Thrennt’s list immediately got my attention: His log described with perfect accuracy a relic from lost Lirgen called the Orb of Stars. I’m certain that this device can manipulate the alignments of the stars—or at least how we perceive them— and historical accounts suggest we could also use it to trick the Gloomspires into thinking that the solstice lasts more than just a day. The Society and I both want that orb, and it’s going to look really good to the folks back home if you’re able to secure it. Here,” she says, passing a sheet of parchment across the table, “I’ve written down some of the particulars.”

"Any questions?"

Captain Bearry nods to Dibbler who excuses himself and closes the door behind him.

“I’ve been researching the Gloomspires for a very long time. Before I sailed to Absalom and joined the Society, I was a Free Captain here in the Shackles. Those were the days, heh. Back then I learned about the Gloomspires, Old Sevenfingers, and all the treasure and secrets the old devil took with him when he sealed himself in his tomb.”

A long, rumbling growl of thunder makes Benarry pause, and she takes the opportunity to wet her lips with another swig of rum before she continues. “Since joining the Society, I’ve been able to learn even more about the Gloomspires. Most importantly, I’ve discovered that they’re tied to certain alignments of the stars, and that twice each year—beginning on the nights of the summer and winter solstices—the columns cease moving for exactly three days.”

“So, the summer solstice is next week. Now that you know the ‘where’ and the ‘when’ of this little caper, you need to know why the Society’s sending you.” Benarry pauses before continuing in a more conspiratorial voice.

“I recently came into the possession of a logbook once owned by the pirate captain, Mazzer Thrennt. Before Thrennt ended up as lusca-bait seven years back, he was a moderately successful pirate who shared my obsession with the Gloomspires. It turns out his log contains an inventory of the plunder he liberated over the years, including the loot he found in Sevenfingers’s tomb. One item on Thrennt’s list immediately got my attention: His log described with perfect accuracy a relic from lost Lirgen called the Orb of Stars. I’m certain that this device can manipulate the alignments of the stars—or at least how we perceive them— and historical accounts suggest we could also use it to trick the Gloomspires into thinking that the solstice lasts more than just a day. The Society and I both want that orb, and it’s going to look really good to the folks back home if you’re able to secure it. Here,” she says, passing a sheet of parchment across the table, “I’ve written down some of the particulars.”

"Any questions?"

"Oh? Why's that?"

"Careful of Dibbler's sausages. He has trouble making ends meat." the captain says with a wink.

As the Grinning Pixie lurches and sways in the storm, Venture-Captain Calisro Benarry of the Arcadian Mariner’s Lodge grins widely as she slides a clay jug of strong Sargavan rum across her table toward a cluster of glass tumblers. "This is as close to a civilized drink as we come here."

Though broad-shouldered and half a head taller than most humans, the intimidating half-orc speaks with an almost childlike sense of excitement in her husky voice. “My apologies for all the secrecy,” she says. “I had to make sure some pirate rascal didn’t catch wind of our mission. Now that Drenchport’s behind us and we’re hugging the Eye of Abendego, it’s time to give you lubbers the full run-down.”

Benarry waits for the jug to make its way back to her, then takes a long swig straight from it. “My missive mentioned that the Society wants you to explore a recently discovered ruin somewhere north of the Shackles. Well, that was partly true, but it wasn’t exactly the whole story.”

Benarry’s eyes narrow and her grin becomes unsettlingly sharklike. “We’re actually sending you to the Gloomspires, to Old Sevenfingers’s tomb.” Chuckling softly, she slides the jug back across the table. “Here, have another nip. Looks like you need it.”

"Careful of Dibbler's sausages. He has trouble making ends meat." the captain says with a wink.

As the Grinning Pixie lurches and sways in the storm, Venture-Captain Calisro Benarry of the Arcadian Mariner’s Lodge grins widely as she slides a clay jug of strong Sargavan rum across her table toward a cluster of glass tumblers. "This is as close to coffee as we come here."

Though broad-shouldered and half a head taller than most humans, the intimidating half-orc speaks with an almost childlike sense of excitement in her husky voice. “My apologies for all the secrecy,” she says. “I had to make sure some pirate rascal didn’t catch wind of our mission. Now that Drenchport’s behind us and we’re hugging the Eye of Abendego, it’s time to give you lubbers the full run-down.”

Benarry waits for the jug to make its way back to her, then takes a long swig straight from it. “My missive mentioned that the Society wants you to explore a recently discovered ruin somewhere north of the Shackles. Well, that was partly true, but it wasn’t exactly the whole story.”

Benarry’s eyes narrow and her grin becomes unsettlingly sharklike. “We’re actually sending you to the Gloomspires, to Old Sevenfingers’s tomb.” Chuckling softly, she slides the jug back across the table. “Here, have another nip. Looks like you need it.”

"Come in. Shake off. Have a seat until they're all full." offers a big half-orc in a red captain's hat and livery. She could only be the infamous former(?) Shackles pirate captain turned Society Venture-Captain Calisro Benarry. "Welcome aboard the Grinning Pixie. Drink?"

"Come in. Shake off. Have a seat until they're all full." offers a big half-orc in a red captain's hat and livery. She could only be the infamous former(?) Shackles pirate captain turned Society Venture-Captain Calisro Benarry. "Welcome aboard the Grinning Pixie. Drink?"