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A sly smile crosses the lips of the human man dressed in robes that still seem to have the dust and sand of the desert, despite having been onboard the ship for several weeks. He bows his head to Valais as he sidles up to Guaril Karela. With one hand he draws a whip from his side and sends it's tip towards an apple rolling from the table, whilst surreptitiously a hand attempts to draw Guaril's purse from his pocket.
Successful:
Jacknife holds Guaril's purse aloft, "You seem to have dropped your purse, tis good that I caught it before it spilled on the cabin floor." He hands the the purse back and bows low to the master smuggler with a wink. "I hope my skills might be of use." he smiles. Unsuccessful:
Jacknife looks red-faced at the head of the Sczarni as he bows his head, "I'm sorry but old habits die hard, I'm sure you understand. As a child of the streets of Katheer, sometimes this was my only way, you understand. Were I better I would surely have been known." He stands straight, returning the whip to his belt, "It is an honour to be able to serve in some small way Guaril Karela, whose exploits are well known amongst those of us who once crossed the line. Those days are behind me now, for I humbly serve in the ranks of the Society. The skills remain, as does my fighting spirit. I rarely miss with my blows." He bows and slowly moves back to the others, his cloak parts showing a large hammer sheathed, it's black leather handle worn.
Jac seeing these ill prepared bandits, fighting the group of Pathfinders more than a match for these peasants, decides to take a different line of action. The Quadiran quickly moves into position, letting his intentions be known to all. "Have pity on these poor boys, they are out of their depth. They probably fight only for their food. Knock them out and let them spend time in gaol to think on their misdemeanours."
Hearing the commotion ahead, Jac moves to the front, "Show me what you've seen, Yakuthiel." the Quadiran says. "If you think this is some sort of surprise, perhaps I can remove the surprise." says Jac pulls Wiston back. "We don't want you being surprised, unless it's by us." he says with a smile, that is less than friendly, as Jac retrieves a pack of tools from his bag. Secret Roll for GM only:
Jacknife just shrugs at the news someone is keeping a watchful eye on them. "We could lead them a merry dance, take them down an alley, leaving Zac, to hide and stop their retreat. Then turn on them and find out what's afoot!" his voice carries a smile of menace. He carries on as though he knows nothing, not bothering to look behind. He scans the way ahead looking for trouble, no point looking behind if the trouble is ahead.
Jacknife is seen scratching his chin, as he thinks on what's been said. He wonders, if he's heard of the man, through his grapevine of associates. "You know, perhaps we can get more details from young master Drents's parents, before we start to scour the place for this Malcolm Stanian. You know perhaps, it might be easier to get this man to come to us, than for us to search for him."
He whispers to Zaross and Jaehaera, "We could let it be known, that I have come into an inheritance and am looking to do good works with some of the money. It might entice the man to seek us. What you say we leave a rumour like this behind the bar?"
"So my good friend, a Taldan noble would take from your parents, what was it that was lost? We can hardly take on a task without knowing what we should return to you?" the Quadiran says using his sweet voice as possible. "And who is this noble? we can hardly retrieve your goods without knowing who might be the culprit?" GM: Diplomacy
Jacknife carefully puts the goblet on the table and looks at the man, Is he for real? In a calm voice he asks, "Why my friend is it that your parents and you have no-one that can retrieve that which is stolen? Or you don't report such illegal activity to the city guard?" He pauses as he watches the man's reaction, before turning back and taking a sip of wine and giving his companion's time to take in the man's words.
A man dressed in the clothes from the dry deserts of the south, seems quite at home in the city of Absalom, but is obviously uncomfortable in the docks area, where dirt and grime replaces sand and wind. At least this tavern, though crowded is a place where any traveller can hide amongst the cosmopolitan throng. He looks around, if he can spy a wayfinder, then his contacts might be found. He relaxes and scans the room, looking at the merchants from the north, their furs on their backs and large jugs of beer in their hands. No, not them .... I don't want to go north again in a hurry. Hanging from his belt, is what looks like an oversized dagger, a n ornate hilt with a large guard to both protect the hand and put the opponent off their guard. A whip is coiled on his other hip and a large hammer is strapped to his back. His blue and golden robes over a white shirt are clean and well looked after. His black pin-point moustache and beard are cut precisely, neat and tidy. His eyes alert and dark, search the room. His hands look nimble and quick, as he takes a goblet of wine to his lips. Spying an odd looking couple he walks confidently with ease to an old woman and halfling, smiling he asks "Might I introduce myself, Ghashri Hazrid from Katheer, gateway to the deserts, home to the greatest bazaar on Golarion." he bows, "though in the Pathfinders, I'm known as Jacknife, or Jac." once more he bows awaiting a response.
Thanks Chadius for GMing this it was great fun, and really nicely GM'd, especially over pbp. Got the cert, all good .... Last weekend, daughter's engagement party, lots of travelling, lots of fun ... no pathfinder ... Thanks to everyone in the game, really had fun with you all, some great characters ... really hope to play with you all again.
Oh wow, when my wife was a teacher, they had to cover for lots of absences, it's a lot harder job than people give credit for. Eventually she left, she ran out of energy needed for the job and is working in admin part-time now, so she doesn't bring the job home with her. She was and the back end of her 50s when she came out of teaching. Hope it gets easier ...
Jac puts his arm on Quickblade's shoulder, "You know, glad I'm outta here." as the sea breeze ruffles his black hair. He walks briskly up the gang-plank onto the ship, looking up at the rigging as the sails are slowly put in place. Above a seagull wheels in the sky, it's white plumage vivid against the blue sky. "You know call me paranoid, but I don't even trust them gulls not trying to take our secrets back to its master. Its good to be going home, let's hope we don't have long before we sail." he winks at Makai acknowledging a job well done.
Do all players need to make the Are we there yet check? Quickblade is untrained in both skills. I think the answer is yes ... often these sorts of skill checks are along the lines of, you need 3 successes out of 6 across the party, so it doesn't punish different builds that much. And you can always make checks untrained, unless the GM asks for only Trained, Expert etc...
Despite the tiredness that shows under Jac's eyes, the man is still needle sharp. Seeing the sails of the ships nearby start to fill, he is ready for anything that hinder their escape. The papers in his hand take a lurch, and he quickly finds himself sprinting a couple of yards as the papers get stuck on a nearby barrel of fish. His hands dart out and catch them, before they can fly further off down the docks. ...... As Jac reaches the guard and Seddothrum, the Kellish fighter hits Seddothrum in the stomach and says "Oi dumb ass, get those things on the ship, what you stopped for?" before he turns to the guard, "Oh, Sorry didn't see you there. Bet you're glad to be getting rid of this stupid great oaf. We have better carts for carrying goods back in Katapesh. Oh well, might find a buyer for him. Sorry, what were you saying, can I help...." he waits a second before pressing his papers under the eyes of Ellvard. "All in order, OK?" ........ Jac passes a small bottle to Vurna, "Drink this, it has calming herbs, just a little, it might help."
Jac looks at the barrels, 'Solid enough from the looks of it. Hmmm.. Now let's think, if I put this rubber pipe into the barrel, and make it look like a natural hole, where there's knot in the wood .... well someone could breath for a while...' He looks into his crafters book for instructions and using his kit attempts to disguise the knot hole with a pipe. He looks at it, "Tell me what do ya think, would it be easy to spot or nay?"
Just going back, apologies if I didn't say I was work at a music festival this weekend just gone ... Going back I see that a post I wrote with details of the festival and to botting instructions for Jac seem to have got lost, or have in my memory. So sorry about disappearing for a few day. Got back from the festival yesterday ... See highlights for the Wickham Festival 2021 on Google, YouTube. Six days of chaos and mud. The main stage was deemed unfit, electricity and rain don't mix. So was down to 3 stages, Main Stage to the big top, big top to a smallish marquee etc... Oh and the mud... we had lots of it ... Tractors had to put cars into the car park, as well as take them out. I'll be with you all soon ... catching up with work and life still. Not sure if you've finished the scenario, but will find out later today.
You could try 2-03 Catastrophe Spark, which doesn't have a lot of dialogue but so very interesting combats..... until they get to the final encounter ... which is more discovering a bit of what's been going on ... It makes mote sense after doing 2-01, but that has quite a bit of talk before it starts... and it has a lot of skill tests. with not so much combat.
Jac strips the bodies of all clothing, rings, jewelry and weapons left from all the dead bodies, searching for any coin that might be in pockets or hidden in the bottom of pockets. He picks up the crossbow and other weapons that might be useful. "If the guards don't patrol here, let's find an entrance to the seers and dump the bodies there. If we can find a way through the sewers back to base, we could take the crate that way."
"I told you ...." Jac say exasperated that the man would force him to hit him again. "Now I gotta clean up all this .... MESS!" Jac places his weapon back and starts to search the warehouse for clothes, that can be used to clean up, buckets, brushes .. anything. "We can't just leave this place covered in blood and .... oh someone get Themolin out of the chair, and stop him shaking, he needs to calm down ... and ask him if there's an entrance to the sewers, we can leave these bodies to the rats and other carrion eaters..." It's best they leave no evidence of the fight that happened here, even if they stay all night to avoid the curfew.
Jac steps forward, he undoes the string around some strangely shaped tools. "I'm better at pockets but here goes..." He looks at the lock and starts to try his luck.
"This is a bit tricky ... not seen anything this hard before, oh well let's try again!"
"One last try"
Shrugging his shoulder, Jac turns back ... "Like I say, it's very difficult, not sure if it's done it or not... "
Jac follows his companions at a bit of a distance, resisting his urge to find some objects in someone's pockets. Catching up with the others, "Have we got time here to speak with the guard before we have to meet in that warehouse, it might be better to head to the warehouse and keep watch. We've got time for the guard tomorrow." He follows into the guardhouse, but steers clear of the recruitment line, under his breath he says "Amateurs" as he sees them practice their sword play.
Jac nudges Quickblade in the ribs, winks at his friend and nods towards the woman with the black hair... |
