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For finding the Red Jills, the AP anticipates either Knowledge Local or Diplomacy. There are other potential ways of finding their hideout depending on what you guys want to do. Rarely will I limit you to just the basic options if you can come up with a different way of doing something. Don't forget about Rexus and Laria. They may be able to help as well.
Laria continues to flit around the store, doing her morning routine. Stopping suddenly, as the door swings open. An older couple shuffles in, the din of the street beyond can be heard for a moment before the door slides shut behind them. The personable halfling hurries them to a table on the opposing side of the room and begins to see to their need.
I'm around. Was giving everyone a chance to chime it. It's a hard DC this way. I'll be making a post tonight.
Tiny:
You know the Red Jills are a loosely organized band of thieves led by a mysterious figure. The all wear red cloaks to show their affiliation and tend to exclusively target regular citizens. Though you are unaware of the hideouts location. They are known to specialize in mugging, theft, and generalized bullying. Offering Tiny a pitying look, Laria nods. "Of course dear. I'll bring you a pot." Scurrying back to the kitchen, the halfling returns a short while later with a metal pitcher and a tray of pastries. "I imagine you're hungry too." She sets both pitcher and tray on the table in front of tiny.
The halfling proprietor wanders up to your group, handing out a round of coffees. "I was worried when you didn't return last night, but hopeful all was well." Glancing over her shoulder, she lowers her voice. "If you're looking for something that needs looking into, the Red Jills have been running amuck I hear. Rumor has it, they seem to only attack citizens that aren't openly aligned with Thrune." Shaking her head, she adds "In the last couple weeks, it seems they've really stepped up their activities." "I'm not sure where they call home...but if you happened to locate them and put a stop to their thieving ways..." trailing off, she smiles. "But I trust you likely already have something in the works. The city needs you." "I tried to talk to Rexus earlier about it, but he's got himself buried in research again. I'll leave you to it. If you need anything, you know where to find me." Tossing a wink towards Beorn, she scurries back to the kitchen.
"The Yolubilis River is the one that runs through Kintargo." replies the man. With a shrug, he assist in tearing down the site and packing up. Glancing towards Pollux, he shakes his head. "Rather morbid way of looking attit, but not wrong..." Once all have climbed aboard the carriage, he makes the drive back to Kintargo. As the approaching city comes into view, a line of carriages waiting to enter can be seen. Without a word, the carriage veers to the east, following alongside the towering wall. "Stay quiet." he grunts as you feel the wagon lurch back towards the walls again. After a few minutes, it slows...and stops. "Sorry didn't wanna wait inline this morning. Gots a bunchta do." he calls out to an unseen guard, tossing a brown pouch. The sound of coins jingling, and a grunt being the only reply, and a gate slides open in the wall.
Without further incident, he stops again and opens the carriage door. "Hope yall remember me iffen ya need descreit transport in the future. I will say, more notice is preferred but not required."
Variel:
The man graciously accepts the offered coins. "Perhaps there be saints in Kintargo yet." You manage to make it the rest of the way home without incident by keeping to the shadows. The next morning, you rise to the chirping of birds outside. The tent goes up without too much trouble and the fire burns pleasantly. The evening passes uneventfully. Knowledge Local or religion DC 18 for distant spire:
This is the Shrine of Saint Senex The cart spontaneously returns at dawn, the bleary-eyed driver, grinning widely. "Tis a beautiful mornin. Trustin yall slept well? Ready to head back to town when you are. No rush."
@Variel, you're good to stay in town. Sorry I missed that in my initial post. Hope you get to feeling better Tark and feel free to stop in anytime.
Staring at Tiny for a moment, the man opens his mouth to speak before closing it and shaking his head. Turning to Merelda, he shrugs. "You could also setup that tent, though it may be difficult in the dark."
Turning back to Tiny, he frowns. "Well, I'm sorry you're not prepared...but I did what I promised. I'll be back ta getcha in the morning. If you want a fire, I've got some wood to leave with you." Pulling a bundle of wood from the back of the cart, he tosses it towards the fire pit. Ensuring all have disembarked, he climbs back into the drivers seat and heads back towards Kintargo. Variel: Groaning as he clutches his jewels, the man looks up to Variel. "Ugh...got a weeks worth I'd say...maybe more. Try to keep my coffers a bit lower these days due to issues...but gotta keep some fer the donations required to stay safe." Growing, he climbs to his feet and begins to pickup the mess. "If it's not the dottari or the chelish citizen's...then it's the blasted ones in the red cloaks." Shaking his head, he frowns. "Appreciate you stoppin, but there be nothin you can do for me here."
Understood Merelda, hope you get on the mend quickly. First post is up. You'll see a link for "Combat Slides". As you have the opportunity, I'd like everyone to check it out to ensure you have access. While you're there, go ahead and please place setup your standard marching orders on slide 1. Any questions don't hesitate to ask.
The doors to the stage coach swinging open, you see a humble campsite a few yards off he roadway. Looking back to the Northwest, in the distance, you can just make out what you would assume to be the city of Kintargo. To the West, a spire seems to jut out of the landscape...rolling green hills continue eastward and someone off to the north, one assumes the mountains remain. Though dim, you can make out a few bedrolls and what appears to be an unmade tent piled up near a fire pit. "Sorry, didn't get yer site setup completely...normally have a bit more time to setup these things. Hope you enjoyed the trip." offers the driver with a toothy grin. "Iffen ya don't mind departen, I's gots ter get back before I'm missed. Promise ya, I'll be back bright and early. You should be safe here for the night."
So it's settled, then? We're back on track? Working on some prep stuff and rereading book one of the AP currently. Planning to get started up by end of next week with posts. Depending on how busy things at work are over next few days, may be able to start up earlier
I'd be perfectly fine with a more laid back posting rate. Reading through your gameplay, I very much like the way your characters play on each other. I'd prefer quality of posts like that over quantity. As for finishing longer APs, I find it's difficult to finish them in person as well. I've made it to book 5 on several APs and had the group fall apart for various reasons. I noticed you guys have been using Roll20 for your maps. I'm not overly experienced with using Roll20 and prefer to use Google Slides for my maps. Would that be an issue? For combat, I typically use a block style initiative.
Example:
Beorn
Anyone above the enemies would be free to post as they are able. Once all three have posted, I would post a summary of their actions, followed by the enemies actions. Especially in PbP, combat can bog down a campaign if you're waiting on your turn in initiative.
And again, everyone in bold could post at their convenience prior to the enemies.
Greatly appreciate the spreadsheet. Looks like a lot of work went into it. Requested access to your notes.
Hello all. Tiny's post caught my eye and I'm potentially interested in taking on this challenge. First..a little about me. I used to be very active on these boards and life beat me down quite a bit. In response I pulled out entirely for a couple years. Recently, I've come back, though at a much more manageable pace. Currently, I have 1 active game I'm playing in online and that is all. My offline world tends to be busy as I am a 911 dispatcher and EMT. My wife and I are also working on repairing an old building with the hopes of opening a coffee shop/bakery in my home town. I also have a special needs 3 year old daughter that has me wrapped around her tiny fingers. Me as a GM:
If I were to take this on, I would only be agreeing to finish book 1. After book 1s completion, I would be willing to consider going onward if the group was interested and if I felt I could maintain the schedule. What type of posting pace are you guys looking for in the game? Feel free to ask me anything. I truly hope your post brings in more than 1 potential GM for you to consider.
"Huh? No thank you. I'm fine." she replies to Trajan. Turning to Bedisa, her frown deepens. "I'm not entirely sure." Suddenly, a woman’s shrill cry cuts through the chamber music and muted conversation. Across the salon, Senator Naran holds his buxom young wife in his arms after her apparent collapse. As all eyes turn on the unconscious woman, the senator emits an angry cry: “Poison! Gods, my wife has been poisoned!” Several guests shriek at the sight and drop their wine glasses. Servants dart this way and that. Lady Dyrianna quickly comes to Dalessa’s aid and casts a spell...but the damage is done. The guests quickly turn to leave. The senator carries his now semi-conscious wife out without another word. The Blakros make every attempt to convince the delegates to stay...but alas there is not hope. All, save one, quickly make their way out the door. Frowning, Lady Dyrianna begins looking around the room. "My manservant is missing! I suppose he may have stepped away with a young lady...but I can't leave without him." Spellcraft DC 19:
She cast Neutralize Poison Perceptions:
In the chaos, Trajan manages to see one of the servants smile and cautiously make her way to the door. Trying to follow the woman, he fails to keep up in the see of servants moving about...and she's gone.
As the Venture Captains move to reassure the guests and see them out properly, Damien approaches you. "What is going on?"
Prepped/know speak with dead spell, Spellcraft DC 15:
You believe the jaws were removed to prevent the dead from being able to communicate through such spells as speak with dead Momentarily allowing himself a grim expression the Major nods solemnly. "That's quite unfortunate. We must see they are properly cared for later." Joining them, Lady Morillo is quickly filled in. With a sigh, she frowns. "This is terrible indeed. Keep your wits about you, but please go mingle. You may be able to figure out whom the culprit is." The speech winding up, all are ushered into the salon. An orchestra winds up as they enter, playing soft concert music. Assuming you are going to follow their commands, the duo split off. Major Colson heads for Senator Naran as Lady Morilla makes her way to Lady Vaelia. Politics! A man's game -> Colson and Naran:
Major Maldris begins by proudly describing Andoran's unique strengths and how they might be employed against demons. Nara's responses favor vague affirmatives that notably fail to bind him to any specific action...but are somewhat agreeable. Changing tactics, Maldris begins to inquire about Andoran and the health of the nation. Encouraged by the interest, Naran goes on a lengthy tirade about the bountiful economy and the richness of his own holdings. He mentions a few other politicians and senators of note, to which Maldris points out they have served their time. With a maniacle laugh, the senator simple states "Some are born to rule. Those so born, should maintain that power forever! Well, for the benefit of all...of course." Hearing this, the Major clenches his jaw and tightly excuses himself. His hands balled up at his side...he walks away from the senator. Girl Power! A polite society --> Lady Morilla and Lady Vaelia:
Lady Gloriana Morilla begins by reminiscing about Taldor's lost glory before turning to the subject of the Fifth Crusade. "Certainly," she remarks "the crusade is a prime opportunity to lead Taldor to greatness once more; when the Shining Crusade and the Armies of Exploration swept across the Inner Sea, it was Taldor that led the charge. If Taldor were to save the world once more, surely the empire would regain, if not exceed, its former glory!" Lady Vaelia scrunches up her mouth as if having bitten into a bitter fruit before scathingly reprimanding Lady Morilla. "Little Girl!" she calls out in reply before launching into a tirade about the evils of Qadira. She adds "Taldor cannot afford to turn its back on such a serpent of a foul nation and it's CULT of 'Sun Witches'!" Taking a breath, Lady Morilla tries to reason with the elder...in response Lady Vaelia confides quietly, "Quite while you can Little Girl. You plan will never work. The nobles of Taldor have already sent a contingent of soldiers north, and that is a contingent more than they should." "This will not stand." replies Lady Morilla shakily, excusing herself. Refreshments and drinks continue to be handed out by servants in abundance.
Understood Vrothum. Work has been brutal this week for me as it is.
Firing a barrage of bullets into the dwarf, he shudders. Staggering to the side, you see something strange...a faintly glowing ball of light bobs seems to slide out of his head. Bobbing gently in the air, the nebulous image seems to resemble a skull of some kind. Growling, the floating ball vanishes before your eyes. Blinking a few times, the dwarf drops to his knees and frowns. "If ya kin see it, kill da devilish beast!"
Dwarf
Knowledge Dungeoneering DC 22:
This is a unique form of Will-o-Whisp (Aberration) Special Abilities: Inhabit Dreams (Sp) Due to its proximity to the First World and exposure to shadow magic while imprisoned in the Fellnight Realm, the will-o’-wisp Gossamere has gained the unique ability to inhabit a sleeping or helpless creature by making a successful touch attack. While inhabiting a victim, Gossamere can attempt to control the victim’s movement and actions as per a dominate monster spell (caster level 12th, Will DC 16 negates). An inhabited and dominated creature can make a new Will save once per day to throw off the domination, expelling the will-o’-wisp automatically. A creature that successfully saves is immune to Gossamere’s inhabit ability for 24 hours. The save DC is Charisma-based. Once Gossamere inhabits a creature, the will-o’-wisp can have a detrimental effect on a victim’s sanity. Every day a victim fails its Will save against domination, it takes 1d4 points of Wisdom damage. Gossamere can abandon its host body at any time as a standard action. Any attack against the host deals half damage to the will-o’-wisp as well.
So the treant and the dwarf encounter are a straight railroad. The situation with the dwarf is even a unique variation to a creature to give it a unique variation of a specific spell. Add to it, without the knowledge the dwarf possesses, there is almost no way of finding out what you need to move forward without stumbling around a bit. I'm am definitely Not a fan of this part. --> Thankfully Kimo has done enough damage to end the affect on Devarre (which I'll post momentarily) In regards to where we are in the module. We are just shy of 3/4 of the way through the story. Idea of what's to come - Read if you wish: Devarre is about to direct you to a big waterfall in the northern part of the forest. You will discover the source of the mist there... An army will suddenly appear. No way to avoid it. Your only real option will be to flee. You will have an option to convince the good fey creatures of the forest to fight back. Then you get to go to the fellknight realm and fight the queen directly in her fortress.
The fortress for the queen is quite large. Personally, I believe this module should grant 3 chronicles - 1 for each part. At the very least, 2 chronicles with the fortress being one on it's own.
Reaching forward to try and help the druid, Berato finds his magic fails. Leaping to his feet, Devarre shrieks "YOU DARE ATTACK ME IN MY OWN HOME?!" Initiatives:
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Anthys
Continuing his song up, Hamish quickly tumbles passed the beasts and sets up behind Vrothum's foe. Swinging hard, he manages to strip away some of the creatures vitality. Bedisa shakes off the cold darkness seeping in before slicing a chunk off her opponent. She then steps back to give Trajan room. Trajan moves up and ends the one called Fred, now that he has room as Yaiho slices a chunk out of the remaining foe. In tandem with Hamish's distraction Vrothum tears the final beast to shreds as he shakes off their vile touch.
Searching the room, you find little of specific value, save several old bottles of fine wine. The two dead servants are completely unrecognizable due to the damage to their face. On closer inspection, you also note their lower jaws have been ripped completely off.
“I’ve hunted for their source. It’s a big forest, though, so I haven’t had much luck. There are a few places I haven’t looked yet. If we split up, maybe we could cover more ground?” Devarre goes on to suggest a few more places to check. "If two of you head o'er to southwest, about a days walk from here, there's a creature that may have some answers. It's past it's prime, but it'll surely see reason to help." "Two of you could go to the upper pools in Dead Man's Drop and see what you find there..." "The last one stay here with me and we'll research through some of me old books." Kimo and Berato: You realize there is something off about his mannerisms. It's obvious something important is at deadman's drop...but the southwest seems innacurate. He is definitely hiding something and not being honest
GM Screen:
for and for and for and
Hamish calmly explains the way of things as he blesses his companions. Stepping out of the way, he is filled with divine confidence he is doing the right thing. The hellknight quickly applies a violet goo to his weapon in preparation for the foes he's facing as Yaiho tosses a stone across the room. His aim is off though and it bounces harmlessly off the wall of the cellar. Fury filling the tiefling's heart at the malicious site, he rushes up and bites a chunk out of the incorporeal beast. Meanwhile, Bedisa takes on the opposing foe. Slicing through the veil, she wounds the one called Fred! In retaliation both beasts reach out and touch the very souls of their closest prey. Vrothum and Bedisa feel a dark energy tugging at their essence.
Wraith
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GM Screen:
for and for and "Fred, they've spotted us." calls out the one with a green hew. "As for helping us? Lay down and let us feast!" Both creatures slide out of the wall and swing at the bard as he approaches...alas Hamish was prepared and easily side-stepped their translucent claws. "Jim's right. We's got orders and we is hungry!" shrieks the other undead. "You'll all join us soon enough."
Wraith
As Hamish moves into the room, the creatures remain inside the walls...unmoving.
Hamish: You recognize these as undead (makes roll a 29) Two Wraiths await you in the wine cellar. Medium Undead (Incorporeal)
3 Bits of Info with a 29... 1) Additional Special Defenses: +2 Channel Resistance 2) Special Attacks: Incorporeal Touch - Does Negative energy damage and Con Drain Create Spawn - Any humanoid slain by a wraith becomes a wraith in 1d4 rounds. They are under the command of the wraith that created them until it's death. Then they become independent wraiths. 3) Special Weaknesses: Sunlight Powerlessness - A wraith caught in sunlight cannot attack and is staggered
Perceptions:
The cool, dark wine cellar has a flagstone floor and walls covered with light gray ceramic tiles. Its irregularly shaped walls and alcoves are lined with dusty shelves that hold an impressive array of wine bottles. Propped up against the far west wall are two naked forms, both covered with fresh blood. Though both are clearly female, their faces have been chewed away entirely, leaving them both unidentifiable. Looking into the room, Vrothum notices something...The walls near the corpses...there are two flickering pinpoints of light about head high... Vrothum:
You notice 2 somethings are in the wall The red x are where you see them As it stands, they aren't doing anything other than standing inside the walls
“What? Speak up! I’m afraid my ears don’t work as well as they used to.” calls out the dwarf. "Devarre? That's me. Whatcha want? Nearby town?? What's goin on?"
None of the vials ring out as magical under your scutiny. Eyeing the vials, Hamish draws on his prior knowledge of alchemy...something...he's seen it before but...can't quite place what the substance is.
Opening the door, you see a large bearskin rug covering the cabin floor before stone fireplace on the far wall. A handcrafted table sits in the southwest corner next to a cabinet. The table is cluttered with empty cookware. To the north, a stout wooden bedframe with a goose down mattress is covered in numerous furs. In a seat at the table is a dwarven man. As the door opens, he seems to jump a bit. "Hey! Who'r ya? Whatcha doin in me home?"
Blinking a few times, the chef seems to forget about the other pathfinders. Quickly leaping into a complicated explanation on how one prepares Hormigas Culonas, he signals to one of the kitchen staff to bring him some paper. Scribbling away, he adds "Now, I won't tell you my secret ingredient. Can't have ya stealing my ways after all. But this shud getcha the basics."
A dull leather satchel shoved in among the jars of spices catches Yaiho's eyes though... Perceptions:
If Yaiho grabs the satchel:
There are 2 vials of some brown fluid and 1 empty vial inside Craft Alchemy to ID
The storage pantry seems mostly untouched. Simple odds and ends including linens and barrels of water.
Perceptions:
Heal Check DC 15:
It appears to be the body of a wolf that starved to death
"I see you've had the pleasure of the Lady." snarls the Scion Lord in response to Hamish. "I see your point and will lend my aid."
Turning to the hellknight, she snaps "If he had been one to stand by he and my son would still live!" Turning back to her food, she grumbles about pathfinders. Refusing to say anything more on the subject.
"Valid points young man...Tell you want. I'll see to it a committee is formed to evaluate the request." he announces, glancing around to see if anyone important is looking his way.
Several servants appear and begin clearing the table as some of the guests stand and stretch. Lady Vaelia and Senator Augustyn take the opportunity to quickly move away from any perceived pathfinders. Across the room, you notice Major Colson jerks his head towards the door. After a moment, he stands and stretches nonchalant. Weaving through the crowd to offer a word here and there, he slips out the doors.
The soft susurrus of servants clearing dessert dishes and esteemed guests shuffling about to hobnob with their peers echoes from the nearby dining room as Major Colson Maldris furtively glances about before speaking in a stage whisper. “Have you noticed,” he inquires, “that several of the serving staff seem to be behaving strangely? I have watched a handful of them, and I can tell you with some authority that a few appear to be under the effects of enchantment magic. They have not expressed any hostility, but this strikes me as the precursor of something far more dangerous." “In a moment, Damien Blakros will introduce the esteemed Genedair, an esteemed veteran of the Mendevian Crusades and a guest of honor at tonight’s festivities. I trust that his speech will be suitably engaging to give you an opportunity to slip away and check the rest of the manor. If there is anything amiss, deal with any immediate concerns and then report back to me.” He spares a moment to glance back at the dining room before adding, “Under no circumstances are you to upset the guests. I will keep Lady Morilla apprised of the situation, and together we will decide what to do in the event of trouble. The feast must go on without any disruption, and I will stay with the guest to ensure that happens.” As he says this, Damien Blakros begins introducing Genedair in the other room. With a last look, Major Maldris salutes and says, “You have perhaps half an hour,” then slips back through the door to rejoin the party.
I've reached out to Mathos and I'm in a game with the player. Recent RL issues seem to be preventing them from getting on. We will continue without. After the dinner part ends, it will be too late for Mathos to get full credit, but could hop in later for partial credit.
Sniffing the air as Hamish talks, Lady Vaelia rolls her eyes. "You don't say? An adventurer unfamiliar with good wine?" "Though I must say it's not surprising someone so skilled in dealing with death worships it." "Me use this? Hardly. I'm a lady, though another death bringer wouldn't know that." she replies to Trajan. "My late husband was quite the protector of our lands...before he passed." Turning back to her food, she seems to ignore the bard and hellknight entirely.
"Oh? You cleared out the old building, eh? I suspect the Worldwound has many old buildings for you to scrape cobwebs off the walls in." he replies with a sly grin. "I dare say, I believe my young wife had done the same in a few corners of our abode."
Listening intently, he nods slowly. "I must say, I am no fan of the Society you represent. Those two specifically" gesturing to Major Colson and Lady Morilla. "have caused me to lose faith in the Pathfinders." Pausing a moment, he takes a bite and another drink of wine. "I'll tell you what. You are right in the threat we face. I'll risk the trouble and join your cause."
Suddenly becoming popular among the pathfinders, the grandmaster keeps his composure as he listens to the discussion further. "Valid points all. Though I'm uncertain it's in the best interest of my people." Rubbing his chin, he nods. "We shall have to discuss this further."
Damine Blakros suddenly appears, tapping a glass. "Quite please." A hush quickly ushers over the room. "I would like to take this moment to thank you all for coming to my simple home." announces the Hellknight. "The staff have informed me they are almost ready to begin the first course. In the interim, allow me but a moment of your time." "We've all heard of the Worldwound threat. Though for those not privy to the frontlines, it is more than hearsay. The vile beasts exploding into our world MUST be stopped. They are nothing but a mass of disorderly villains eroding this glorious world. A plague upon the plane!" "Certainly the Hellknights have done well to hold them back, alas our power is NOT absolute. The aid of others is paramount to supporting our cause against these foes!" "The Order of the Godclaw has issued you a call. How do you answer?" "We supplied you order in the Crusades of 4623 AR and again we came to your aid...at the cost of our Cathedral in Mendev. Yet, we asked for nothing. Now, more than ever, you must answer the call. Not all can fight, not all can create, not all can grow crops...but ALL CAN do something to further the cause." He continues to expand on the specifics feats of the Hellknights of the order of the Godclaw and their efforts in keeping the hordes at bay. However, his initially rousing speech seems to lose focus as he continues... Some of the guests begin to murmur to themselves and roll their eyes... Michellia Blakros interjects, saving the day. "Yes dead, they see your point. Alas, the staff is ready to begin serving." "Oh, yes. Of course." replies Damien with a smile. "If everyone would grab a seat, we'll get the first course delivered to you momentarily." adds the Lady Blakros.
Discovery Options:
Senator Augustyn Naran of Andoran - Discovery: Knowledge Local or Sense Motive Lady Vaelia of House Wintermark - Discovery: Knowledge History or Nobility Lady Dyrianna of House Avenstar - Discovery: Diplomacy or Knowledge Local Lord Rothos of House Vastille - Discovery: Knowledge Local or History Scion Lord Kerkis of House Damaq - Discovery: Knowledge Nobility or Sense Motive Lady Darchana of House Madinani - Discovery: Knowledge Planes or Spellcraft Grand Ambassador Dremdhet Salhar - Discovery: Knowledge Local or Sense Motive Current Influence Status: Senator Augustyn Naran of Andoran Lady Vaelia of House Wintermark Scion Lord Kerkis of House Damaq Grand Ambassador Dremdhet Salhar: 1 Success: Not Influenced
The Grandmaster seems a little preoccupied scowling across the room at Major Colson Maldris, though he half-heartedly glances towards you as you begin your speech. The words flowing more and more from your lips and you seem to have garnered his full attention. Chewing his lip for a moment, he considers the words. "Well, I can't deny nations that don't banned together against a common enemy do fall. However, I do know who you represent. Though power in numbers is a thing, one cannot through a handful of ants at a wall and expect it to crumble." "Why should I risk my status and my people to aid your cause? You state you've fought at the front? Then you can attest to the enemy being held at bay, at least for the time being. Thusly, I've no need to risk anything to gain the rewards of you risking it all."
"What? This old thing? It's a bit flashy for my tastes. The title demands it though." she mumbles in response. "Yes, I have acquire a few titles in my time. The first has to do with the protection of Absalom. The second...well it needs no explanation. Yes I am the Archdean and helping to shape the minds of those in training has been enjoyable. There really isn't much to say beyond that. If you are good at your trade and survive long enough, eventually such titles will be thrust upon you as well."
Influence:
Senator Augustyn Naran of Andoran Lady Vaelia of House Wintermark Scion Lord Kerkis of House Damaq Grand Ambassador Dremdhet Salhar
"Ah, yes. You're not dressed as a servant, but I'll gladly accept your drink offer." replies the sweaty man, stepping to the side with Hamish. "Mendev, you say?" he echoes with a snort as Hamish begins his plea. "I dare say, that seems like quite the gamble. Thanks for the drink, lad...but I don't think the host would appreciate his servants speaking in such a fashion to the guests." Scanning the room, he spies Lady Vaelia. "Oh, seems an old friend has arrived." Handing the empty glass back to Hamish, he walks away.
Discovery Options:
Senator Augustyn Naran of Andoran - Discovery: Knowledge Local or Sense Motive Lady Vaelia of House Wintermark - Discovery: Knowledge History or Nobility Lady Dyrianna of House Avenstar - Discovery: Diplomacy or Knowledge Local Lord Rothos of House Vastille - Discovery: Knowledge Local or History Scion Lord Kerkis of House Damaq - Discovery: Knowledge Nobility or Sense Motive Lady Darchana of House Madinani - Discovery: Knowledge Planes or Spellcraft Grand Ambassador Dremdhet Salhar - Discovery: Knowledge Local or Sense Motive Influence:
Senator Augustyn Naran of Andoran Lady Vaelia of House Wintermark Scion Lord Kerkis of House Damaq Lady Darchana of House Madinani Grand Ambassador Dremdhet Salhar
"Hamish was it?" she inquires, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Such a handsome name. I'd surely enjoy a longer, more private chat with you another time." Pausing as the Half-orc saunters over, she frowns. "It does seem later would be more appropriate. You must tell me of your upbringing." Kissing the half-elf on the cheek, she moves to speak with another attendee.
Listening intently to Trajan's words, he nods slowly. Before he has a chance to speak, Vrothrum joins in and shares his insights as well. Letting the words sit in the are a long moment as he assesses the duo, he finally speaks. "You speak truth. It is heinous that such vile beasts are allowed to roam free. They have no honor! No sense of duty. They are simple horrendous beasts slaughtering for the sake of it." "This actually is a plight that sits close to my heart...I lost a close friend a long while back." "We must keep Absalom strong. I look forward to speaking on this with you both further." With an awkward bow, he steps away.
"Pathfinder?" she snorts. "You lot tend to be thieves. Going to snatch my pearls, huh? I don't think so." "You just run along and peddle your nonsense elsewhere."
Suddenly, the door to the dining hall bursts open. An annoyed servant stands in the entryway. "Excuse me...Pardon me..." The room suddenly quiets down and looks towards the door. Taking an official looking pose, the servant announces "I present Senator Augustyn Naran of Andoran with the Lady Dalessa." Behind the servant stands an obese man in his late sixties. Though the room seems comfortable, the man is obviously sweating. Both the stunning wife and the senator wear expensive formal attire. He wears a stylish gray-black suit and she wears an elegant royal blue gown studded with silver beads and glittering jewels. The sentator also wears a gold-pommeled silver rapier at his belt...though it appears too pretty to have ever been used in a fight.
Sorry for the delay, been a long and busy weekend. I will be getting a post up tomorrow morning at the latest.
Xasay confirms there is in fact some kind of powerful illusion affecting the entire clearing.
Nat 1’s on skill checks aren’t automatic failures, right??
In 1st edition a natural 1 does not automatically mean a failure. However, it often times requires a higher die roll to succeed at a skill check. Who knows...your bonus may be enough. Though...it may not. We shall see.
Sunlight filters into this clearing, burning away the mist to illuminate a perfectly round hill dotted with fairy-cap mushrooms. Nearby, a small creek slowly trickles through a pond buffered by outcroppings of large black rock. The air hangs still, and even the sounds of forest animals seem absent.
Vindler notices the monoliths are exhibiting planar energies...but can't quite place them or the purpose. He also fails to identify what spell is currently affecting the clearing...though it's safe to assume it's an illusion.
Hamish Knowledge:
Senator Augustyn Naran of Andoran Old Human Male: Prominent Member of the banking famiy House Naran. He recently married his beautiful, and much younger, fifth wife, Dalessa. The Senator is quite popular with the Andoran citizens due to his philanthropy and has many ties to government and military officials. Lady Vaelia of House Wintermark
Lady Dyrianna of House Avenstar
Lord Rothos of House Vastille
He is not known to typically attend social gatherings. Scion Lord Kerkis of House Damaq
Lady Darchana of House Madinani
Grand Ambassador Dremdhet Salhar
Shortly after you find yourself in the Grand Hall, the first announcement is made... "Lady Vaelia of House Wintermark with Tamuel!" Looking towards the front door, you see a venerable and frail woman walking with the aid of an ebony cane. She wears a stylish green and blue gown, a fortunes worth of jewels, and a battle-notched falcata of fine craftsmanship. Walking alongside her is an elderly male with finely woven...plainer clothes. His attire seems to resemble those of the local servants, but made of much finer materials. Immediately following... "Lady Dyrianna of House Avenstar with Faelyn!" This stunningly beautiful, slender half-elf wears a constant look of satisfied amusement. her emerald-green gown and matching lace shawl are conservative, but very elegant. No weapons can be seen. A young half-elf man wearing matching garments enters with the noble. Her companion seems attentive, but quiet. No weapons are noted on either subject. "Lord Rothos of House Vastille; Captain of the First Guard, Commander Militant of Absalom!" This tall, handsome man in his late forties, wears formal attire and a black military-styled long coat bearing his family crest and numerous military emblems. A longsword hangs from his belt and the silver-chased hilt of a dagger peeks out of his right boot. "Scion Lord Kerkis of House Damaq; Lord Exchequer of the Absalom Mint with Chesele!" He is a thin, wiry Keleshite in his early fifties with a neatly trimmed beard and bushy eyebrows. He wears an expensive, Keleshite-styled, loose-fitting silk robe, a jewel-covered silk vest, and a gold-bladed ceremonial scimitar at his belt. A beautiful young Keleshite woman hangs on his arm dressed in fine silk. "Lady Darchana of House Madinani; Second Spell Lord of Absalom; Archdean of the Arcanamirium and Absalom Grand Council Member!" A cold, pale beauty with piercing gray eyes and long blue-black hair stands in the doorway alone. She wears solid midnight-blue wizard's robes and a dazzling mithral tiara studded with rubies, emeralds, and sapphires. She appears unarmed. "Grand Ambassador Dremdhet Salhar with Lady Anilah!" Dremdhet Salhar is a heavset man with well-oiled hair and beard. He and his wife both wear matching gold-embroidered silk robes in the Osirion fashion, as well as a fortune in gold rings, necklaces, and other jewelry. Salhar wears a jeweled mithral short sword at his belt.
"Welcome everyone!" announces one of the servers. "Please, follow me for some pre-dining refreshments. All this way please." Quickly, all are escorted into the Dining Hall. "The feast will properly start in about half a candle." he announces, retreating from the room.
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