Idgethun shifts Tseka's slumped form to her other shoulder. "That journal is a good find," she comments, moving back down the hall to the next unopened door.
Idgethun makes a poor attempt to cover a snort of laughter into a cough, and her mirth at Kevin's clueless comment is as plain as day. Chuckling, she slings the bound Tseka over her shoulder and leads the way westward.
Idgethun carefully notes down each of the locations of the map markers in her journal before removing the maps from the wall and stuffing them into her pack. She tosses a coil of rope onto the floor next to Tseka. "Anybody mind tying them up? Let us be sure there is nothing else of value here."
If possible, Idgethun shoves all of the detritus out of the way of the door, allowing the group to avoid the pit to head west along the unexplored passageways.
"Block the exits! Block the exits!" Idgethun shouts, tearing after the shifty ratfolk leader. She prays to Abadar for a merciful victory and slashes mightily forward.
Swift action to activate merciful on my Sacred Weapon. Using attack/AC from BoF. Active buffs: Resist Energy (fire), Shield of Faith, Bull's Strength, Heroism, Divine Power, Blessing of Fervor, Prayer. Prayer does not stack with Divine Power for the attack, so I have left that out.
When you quarry has gone to ground, leave no ground to go to. Idgethun's golden irises shine with a blinding sheen, and her burnished hair blazes like the golden sun. The shadows retreat beneath the stage and behind the pillars, trying to escape the cruel light that shouts from every corner.
Idgethun steps forward and tightens her grip on her razored falchion.
Casting daylight, CL 7, then taking a five-foot step southeast.
Idgethun decides that the shadow is the bigger threat than the caster, and she cannot see Tseka anyway. She calls for Abadar's aid. "Abadar, let my blade end those who cheat Pharasma her rightful keep."Swift action to enchant Sacred Weapon as ghost touch.
She slides south and swings with hastened alacrity.
Active buffs: Resist Energy (fire), Shield of Faith, Bull's Strength, Heroism, Divine Power, Blessing of Fervor.
Idgethun points to the tattoo of Abadar's sacred key on her cheek and smiles softly. "You may live in Deepmarket, but my patron is no more fond of your disruptive and illegal business practices than I. No deal? No problem. We will just do this the hard way."
She prays to her god for might (cast Divine Favor) and advances to face-off with the ratfolk.
I am assuming that triggers combat? If not, Idgethun will smack her upside the head with the flat of her falchion...
Idgethun steps forward to let the long stream of Pathfinders and pets file into the room behind her. She finds Tseka to be a poor negotiator. "Why should we let you walk free? We have you both. Trapped." She smiles. "So I offer you a choice. Lay down your weapons, dismiss your spells, and come quietly -- and you will come to no harm. If you do not come quietly, well..." She hefts her falchion.
Also going to take this opportunity to refresh my active bull's strength spell.
Idgethun scans the trade lists and chuckles to herself. "That would run a tidy profit. Too bad Tseka will not get the chance." She stuffs the most important documents into her bag.
CLW:3d8 + 3 ⇒ (1, 4, 5) + 3 = 133 charges brings Idgethun to a clean bill of health
"My thanks, Bodo," Idgethun says, putting away her wand. Her wounds close up as she prepares to advance east. Abandoning any pretense of smuggling, she now carries her falchion at the ready.
Everyone ready to move on? I think Gavin and I took most of the hits.
Once the others nod their assent, she follows the eastern passage.
Idgethun fishes out a wand and taps herself with it several times. Bodo, any chance of a channel or three? Wand charges dependent on that.
She also offers herself a dose of heroism.
She also takes a rope and ties it around herself to create a makeshift harness, then hands the other end to Gavin. "I will climb down into the pit grab the crocodile. Bodo, tell your lizard not to bite me."
Climb Down Take 10:10 + 7 + 2 + 2 = 21
At the bottom, she transfers the harness to Smiley, then climbs back up to help Gavin haul the disgruntled crocodile up.
Climb Up Take 10:10 + 7 + 2 + 2 = 21
Once the others are across, she points to the east. "Deeper into the lair?" she asks, praying to her patron deity to protect her from dangers that await. Shield of Faith.
Heedless of the flames, Idgethun is more interested in finishing the fight. "Time to die." She circles the room to deliver a terrific blow to the bomber.
Oops, realizing now that I jumped the gun. Spoilering my post. Sorry!
Idgethun's Turn:
Sensible to the evolving melee ahead of her, Idgethun opts to simply cut her way through to the wayang. "Abadar, guide my blade."Fervor to swift-cast Divine Favor.
Aha! Did not see that you cast haste. I would indeed!
Springing back just in time, Idgethun groans at the especially well-placed pit in front of her. She does her best to climb along the wall after Rakshara's weird pet.
Climb:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20should get me to where I am now positioned with haste, assuming that this wall is 'typical' (DC 20)
"Not today," Idgethun returns, drawing her razor-sharp falchion. Then in a whisper, "Abadar, give me the strength of a bull,". Fervor to swift cast Bull's Strength.
He strides forward with purpose, ignoring the strange kirrixes. Those behind her can deal with the vermin. For her, the doctor himself will suffice.
+1 Keen Adamantine Falchion, Power Attack, Furious Focus:1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12no way, I am not letting that be my first attack with the new Idgethun: REROLL4 Star GM Reroll:1d20 + 11 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 11 + 4 = 24 Damage:2d4 + 16 ⇒ (2, 1) + 16 = 19
Idgethun puts a hand on Rakshara's shoulder. "You alright, friend? You are sweating. It is just knives and some old paint." Striding across the room, Idgethun pauses briefly to let the others catch up, then opens the next door after giving it a scant look-over. Perception:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
We exhausted our conversation topics for the mushroom, I think? On to new places.
Rakhshara produces the box of contraband and begins to speak, "Well, we certainly do have trade goods. As you can see, we have a pistol from distant Alkenstar, a bit of poison, some unholy symbols, a piece of rather...salacious artwork, and a box of rare oracular fingerbones."
I believe Rakhshara is carrying the box. Idgethun would prefer not to carry the contraband itself, as Abadar might frown on such a direct hand in smuggling.
Know Religion:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 nope
Though the scenery is certainly off-putting, Idgethun maintains a pleasant smile for the ratfolk's sake. After ushering everyone through the door, she shuts it in the suspicious ratfolk's face.
Idgethun briefly looks insulted that this ratfolk did not seem to understand her very plain Taldane, but suppresses it and smiles again. "Unless you have the cash to buy what we are selling?"
"Whoa, whoa, relax there... mushroom-man did not want to buy anything. We are on to the next customer. Unless you have the cash to buy what we're peddling?" This last question she asks in a tone that clearly implies skepticism.
"Nothing to sell here," Idgethun says with a half-laugh. She leads the way to the middle door, ignoring the ratfolk card-game, and barges through without hesitation.
Idgethun steps forward and smiles broadly. "Worry not about the gnome, she is a most impatient merchant." She spreads her hands as if to suggest that this is expected of gnomes. "But we are here on urgent business, to ply our trade in the furthest markets where value can be found. Perhaps you would be interested in some of our wares..."
Her grin widens as she taps Li's box. "For a price, of course."
Idgethun chuckles. "No! It is not. We are happy to share what we find -- it is what we do -- though I do worry that on this particular occasion what we find may not be altogether, ah, wholesome." Her smile takes on a sad slant. "But! We will not know until we do, no? Shall we?"
She motions the pipefox forward, eager to get moving.
Idgethun puts out a hand to halt Kevin. "Just a minute. Pay you for what service? You cannot lead us to where we are taking these goods." She glances around the establishment. "Perhaps someone else here can."
Perhaps it is the unnerving visage of a wayang, perhaps it is the depth to which the party has descended, perhaps it is nothing... but Idgethun drifts toward caution.
Sense Motive:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
If I do not get a sense that the question is a trap, Idgethun replies:
"We hear that a certain Consortium may be hiring in the Deepmarket."
The Undermarket is quite this sight -- but Idgethun has seen many sights. She knows that most places like this have some sort of guides' guild, and she makes efforts to find such an establishment.
Ignoring the chitterings of Bodo and Kevin, Idgethun greets the shopkeeper politely. "Good day, good sir. We have traveled far in search of... let us say, particular wares." She makes a perfunctory glance around the shop. "Though I do not see anything we seek on your shelves. However, if you could kindly point us to where such unusual commerce is conducted, we might be willing to part with a curio of our own."
She gestures with a minimum of grace towards the door leading out of the Taldor Room, next to which a small engraved plaque can be seen, which says 'Maximum Capacity: 10.'
rats, guess Bodo will get the hat of disguise too.
I think there is a scroll of disguise self still available. No dice for the croc though.
"The Society must generally 'pick' from among its own," Idgethun replies to Gavin, slightly muffled. "And the Society is rarely attractive to the ordinary sort."
Standing, she claps her hands. "If you all have finished with your dilly-dallying? There is a ship leaving in two days that I would very much like to be on."
Ha! Nah, I have had this character concept for a while. I even have a GM baby named "Caravan Guard," which will now grow up to be someone else someday.
Idgethun sorts through the kit and selects a set of Tien shawls, which she uses to cover up the more obvious Kelish and Garundi motifs on her clothing. Total bonus +9.
Zirt:
Ooh! I have a great idea. If you just... hang on, kettle is boiling. Brb.
Idgethun reties her heavy scarf over her face, this time covering her tattoo entirely. She gazes thoughtfully at the disguise kit.
I would like to make a case to the GM to use Profession (merchant) as an alternative check. Idgethun's background is that of a caravan guard who has eventually worked her way to caravan leader, and has bought and sold all manner of goods all over Golarion. The Undermarket is also a place where goods are bought and sold; perhaps she could even use the Disguise kit to modify her appearance to more 'Tien/black market' oriented accouterments. Thoughts?
Idgethun smiles wider and sips again. "My other nickname is also well-earned."Thiefbane."Has any intelligence reached your ears regarding the Aspis hideout and operations? Their strength? Their defenses?"
The tanned stranger removes the scarf at the offer of tea, revealing a fair, if hard-faced, woman with burnished copper-brown hair. An intricate tattoo of a golden key adorns her cheek. "I am not called Idgethun of the Highways for nothing," she nods, "and my travels have even taken me to this fine far city of Goka. I know of this place, the Undermarket." Her accent is slight but noticeable, a mix of Kelish and Osiriani and something else. "Some of my clients have used an entrance that is not far from here."
She sips lightly from the cup. "I have even heard," and here she smiles, "that the Aspis have been busy recruiting."
She waves off the offer of a disguise. Her reputation as a professional caravan leader, merchant, and protector make her a natural fit for this mission. Though some followers of Abadar might frown on using contraband, Idgethun takes a more practical view that commerce is commerce, and there are many crimes more heinous than mere smuggling.
Stepping through the door is a figure outfitted in well-broken traveling clothes, worn neatly in the Kelish style, that hint at a sturdy frame underneath--or perhaps only heavily armored. A thick scarf obscures much of the visitor's face, revealing only attentive, golden irises set in a heavily tanned visage and a hint of a tattoo on one cheek.
After surveying the room's contents, the stranger produces an intricate silver timepiece from a hidden pocket and checks the hour. Satisfied, the figure returns the instrument and stands patiently to wait.
