About Myron DrumbarrelMale halfling fighter (lore warden) 2/rogue (knife master) 2
Combat Gear Alchemist's fire (1), alkali flask, cold iron dagger, sharpstone sling bullets (10), silversheen (1), tanglefoot bag (1); Other Gear mwk studded leather, halfling sling staff, mwk kukri, +1 kukri, sling bullets (20), adventurer's sash, masterwork backpack, bedroll, belt of tumbling, cloak of resistance +1, candle (5), chalk, flint and steel, halfling trail rations (5), hot weather outfit, mess kit, pathfinder chronicle (+2 Knowledge (engineering)), waterskin, scrivner's kit, journal, oil of magic stone, potion of CMW, potion of CLW (3) traveler's any-tool, wound paste, antitoxin, antiplague. Wealth: 112 gp, 9 sp, 4 cp
NPCs:
Competing teams: Dog Soldiers
Scorched Hand
Cryptfinders
Daughters of the Desert
Sand Scorpions - All KIA
Wati NPC's: Sabu, Pharasmin experienced cleric and team liason. Former active member of the Voices of the Spire. Terhk Fourwinds, half-orc scar-riddled proprietor of Terhk’s Fine Expeditions Sebti the Crocodile, Pharasmin high priestess of the Grand Mausoleum, Dead NPCs: Akhentepi, military commander
Backstory:
Myron pushed back his plate and drained his cup of the last few drops before fishing the worn book out of the satchel on his adventurers' sash. The deep brown leather binding was as familiar to his touch as the skin of a long-time lover. On the title page, the words "TOMB OF THE VERMILION PHARAOH AND OTHER ADVENTURES: THE COMPLETE ACCOUNTS OF THE TRAVELS OF PATHFINDER CHANDIRA AL-BESIR - A PATHFINDER CHRONICLES ANTHOLOGY" were printed in a flowing script.
Flipping through the pages in search of Al-Besir's essay on the various techniques used by ancient Osiriani tomb builders to conceal lock mechanisms for secret doors in religious carvings, Myron reflected on the many different ways the book was directly and indirectly responsible for him being here now. When he had first discovered the volume in Master Phandros' private library back in Westcrown, he had only meant for it to serve as a brief distraction from his daily hardships as house slave. However, once he realized that not only was Chandira Al-Besir a halfling like himself, she had also begun life as a slave in Katapesh, his interest flamed into full obsession. Soon, the book fueled dreams of a different life, free from the dreary toil halflings faced in Cheliax. Myron read it as often as he dared, and even begun practicing some of the same skills Al-Besir used, twirling kitchen knives and picking up the Osiriani language from sailors on his trips to the docks. It was all elaborate daydreams, of course. Until the day the head butler found him in the linen cupboard, book nestled in his lap. The binding still bore the marks from being smashed into the man's head. Pausing only to snatch up the butler's keys and helping himself to a few choice items from the silverware cabinet, Myron bolted from the house, the precious book clutched tightly. Fortunately, just a few months past, another halfling he met while out on an errand had discreetly told him that if he ever found himself thirsty for the taste of freedom, he should drop by the Bell of the Sea Tavern and ask for a Tiller's tankard. After the Bellflower agents helped him to Andoran, it was not long before he heard the news that the Necropolis in Wati was to be opened for exploration. He immediately used the remainder of his funds to buy himself equipment and passage to Sothis. He was scribbling notes about how the head of the blue scarab symbol of Khepri often could be pressed to activate concealed mechanisms, when he heard the snippets of conversation form the adjacent table. Familiar words made it to his keen ears over the background noise. "Ravenous Sphinx....riddle of Nethys....Risen guard...". This was the third or fourth time he had heard of the expedition, but this time he heard something new. "Professor Aristedes...lottery...recruiting". Myron swiftly packed away his book, left a few coins on the table and moved up to the bar, another coin ready. He had the name of just the right kind of prospective employer. Now he just had to find him. |
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