Spellcraft on the Aura?:1d20 + 15 + 2 + 1d8 ⇒ (18) + 15 + 2 + (3) = 38
Stepping into the room, Nel shakes his head as his mind is assaulted by an unknown aura. Eyes darting, the Investigator draws his Silver bladed rapier in a fluid motion as he looks for weaknesses in the man's defence.
"I am dreadfully sorry, but you must perish now." he retorts, voice dripping with Sarcasm.
Swift action to Study, Draw Rapier on the Move, attack. Left August a Charge Lane
Nel rolls his eyes at the opinions, the Women had been checked and seemed fine until they could work out the ritual for them.
"Their condition is caused by one of two things. One is drugs, which will take time to clear them of and the other is that dastardly relic Drollis set us low with before, which will take days of bed rest. Spending time of that magnitude gives people chance to remove their evidence, of which we have found only the symbol.
What putpose does bringing back Drollis serve this instance? Again, time is against us now we have made a move. Drollis was on to us due to the sideshow act earlier in the day and would surely have informed any accomplices. Let us make sure this place is clear then we can rescue damsels and play God. Alright?"
Nel nods at August as they rummage and search, he seems almost pre-occupied as he picks up a random assortment of knick knacks and examines them for potential clues.
"War Wisps, a more powerful creation than is normal too. I have met a weaker one before but that did not turn into anlightning bolt. A fascinating creature but I must admit i hope to never meet one again." he replies to the Dwarf with sincerity. "We are all standing then? Good that got chaotic"
With combat over for now, Nel produces his wand and uses it to seal the last of the burn marks on his flawless, alabaster skin, tutting at the mess the wisps had made of his finely tailored jacket.
clw:1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
As the others heal and catch their breath, the Investigator surveys the delirious people with a slight scowl.
"I would guess that these creatures have taken part in the ritual too, yet were not gifted there wafer back." he remarks dryly, havinbf a quicklook at the dressers.
Any of the people look like potential 'entertainers' that Miss Feathers was looking for?
Wincing slightly from the Wisp's shocks, Nel is thrown off his second parry but quickly regains his composure, breathing deeply the Investigator rapidly jabs at the glitter covered wisp with a soft curse. His first strike goes wild as his magically enhanced vision wars with the odd glitter, yet he is able to pull that strike back in and lands a solid blow on his second try.
Seriously?! Two 2's on reflex saves? I am going to sacrific dice bot to Lissala in a minute :p
"We need to stop being lined up like pins!" Nel calls out between the two buildings. Breathing laboured, the Investigator steps away from the doors and into the alleyway, bringing forth a more potent healing extract before downing its contents immediately.
Cursing under his breath, Nel rolls his eyes at Riddywipple's telepathy and responds back in a loud voice.
"Please shield us or else there will be no-one to buy candy for you. Should we walk from this I will buy you treats myself/"
With that said he dashes forwards towards the other building and the collapsed alchemist and sorcerer. Switching his focus to the slightly green Wisp, he lunges forwards with his Rapier, seeking to disperse the thing.
Seeing right through the crowd, Nel exhales through laboured breath as he calls out to his allies.
"War wisps! They strike with lightning and their bodies channel up our own blows! Most spells will not land but Magic Missile will!"
Stepping out of line with his studied Wisp, Nel grabs an extract from his bandolier and quickly drains its contents, sealing some of the lightning's burns.
Two quick things sorry. It seems when I updated my tagline with my Mutagen it didn't save so my reflex is currently +16 making my save a 20 if that matters? I also have resistance 7 to electricity ^^.
Knowledge dungeoneering:1d20 + 17 + 2 + 2 + 1d8 ⇒ (19) + 17 + 2 + 2 + (5) = 45Defenses, followed by special attacks, followed by senses
"Wisps, there and there!" Nel hisses as he scans the room with his extract empowered eyes, pointing out their general direction too those who cannot see. Darting into the room, Nel draws his Rapier and holds the enchanted blade ready in case of attack. Eyeing the creature he makes sure he knows all of its flaws.
Swift action to study the wisp, I have highlighted it in red
Parry and Riposte if attacked:
Parry, Mutagen, Heroism:1d20 + 13 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 13 + 2 + 2 = 24 + 3 if it is red
Riposte, Mutagen, Heroism:1d20 + 13 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 13 + 2 + 2 = 26 + 3 if it is red for Magic, Mithral, damage:1d8 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 2 = 15 + 3 if it is red
Carefully going over every lock and with a steady eye and and even steadier hand, Nel spends very little effort on the bound man, ignoring him as he goes through the ledgers and paperwork stored here, pocketing anything that might be useful for the society or for his own pursuits. Leading to the back door he examines the tracks for a moment before moving his attention to the opposite building.
If there is a door opposite, Nel will check it for alarms and magic, before working his way to the lock and seeking to diable it.
Nel shrugs to Autumnwind's question, feeling the odd sensation as the wafer dissolves. Swigging it down with a mouthful of water he answers the dwarf in his usual deadpan manner.
"Safety is relative, from what I can deduce it will not cause lasting harm to yourself but a cultist has lost a part of themselves. You do not have to take part August, simply eating your own should leave you without lasting harm."
Groaning Nel pushes himself up and looks around, staring at the unconscious patron and frozen tableaux that was once Drollis he chuckles softly at the sorceror's handiwork.
"Well, that was pleasantly unpleasant I am sure. Now this ritual here, it is a thing of elegant deceit. Stripping away the very nature of a person and trapping it within the Crackers here. Eating yours gave your own back, though without it you miss a piece of your soul."
Ruffling through the sack, he runs the wafers through his hands, examining each.
"Each here contains the innate power of another, gained through deceit I imagine. Ahh well."
With a shrug, the Inquisitive Investigator pops a wafer upon his tonge and lets it dissolve.
He then draws forth a wand and activates it, restoring his strength a little.
Speak Thassalonian and Comprehend Languages to decipher the prayer, to see if it matches the one aaid by Drollis and the Patron. Also did my studying of the sample come to anything? Or is it beyond the scope of the adventure?
Before enterinng, Nel drinks one of his already prepared anti-toxins along with vile smelling concoction of his personal extracts. Coat up against his face, the Tiefling walks into the Lethe house unsure whether to expect and ambush or a ritual. Pleasantly surprised by the lack of obviously drawn arms he makes his way to the Dwarf patron.
Greeting Drollis with a nod, Nel looks around the Lethe house surprised it was so empty a mere few hours later. He pondered on the fact that the patrons may be more of the faithful and commited their likeness to memory. Stepping into the Chapel Nel sits at his appointed place with graceful ease, sweeping his coat tails back and settling in. Watching the ceremony with interest he takes the goblet without hesitation.
Following the same traditions as those before him, rolling up his sleeve and slicing his arm, blood dripping into the chalice, reading the passage as he does so. Reverently he passes it on to the Doctor beside him.
Nel smiles to Drollis and makes his way out of the Chapel and through the Lethe House, promising to return in three hours. Once down the street, the Investigator takes a deep breath and lets the tension out of his shoulders.
"Well, that nearly went poorly. So we have an in on the cult, all we have to do is survive their ritual and find out their plans. Then you get to kill them all I suppose."
During the next three hours, Nel prepares his alchemical creations and reads what he can on Thassalonian cults.
"Those scrolls seem a grand idea, Would one of you use this wand on me before we attend?"
False life would still be up, drink See Invisibility, Comprehend languages and heightened Awareness and Mutagen before going in. Lasting 70 mins. Wand of Heroism for 50 minutes
To discover what the Lossala Cult are planning and disrupt their plans once we have worked out what they are. And i would guess rescue the girls that have been taken.
Nel nods to Drollis and takes another look around the chamber, drinking in the architecture and decor, making a note of anything for his later report for the chronicles. "Excellent, we would be glad to join you. Is there any custom of your particular chapel we must adhere too?"
Well, this is going to go south, so much for a subtle touch. Nel sighs deeply as he tries to run interference between Drollis and his Pathfinder colleagues.
"You worship the Scion of the Sihedrion? I have never seen active worship before. I apologise for my friends words and actions, for we are seekers of knowledge despite our tetchy exteriors. I believe fate has led us to this meeting here. Please tell us more."
Nel follows the Dwarf into the room, rolling his eyes as Drollis shows ill-concealed distaste to Huritt's act. That Damn Dragon didn't help matters i'm sure, he thinks darkly as his eyes light up at the workmanship of the table. Noting the 7 pointed Sihedrion and the various runes of sin, Nel's desire for knowledge shows clearly on his face as he logs the information for later.
"An exquisite table here, please if you don't mind my associates question, what services do you offer here in the chapel?"
Nel thanks the Businessman for his time and leaves him to his 'pleasure' as he sighs at the tiny dragon's mischief. Hearing the Dwarf order it to stop he nods, finding the owner of the place. Pushing himself away from the table he saunters up to the owner.
"A sample? If you would be so kind, Lethe is all the rage right now and I have heard good things. A tour would also be most kind, if you can spare the time. I am from Korvosa and have not been to Magnimar in some time. Have you been in the city long?"
craft Alchemy on the Lethe if an opportunity arises:1d20 + 15 + 1d8 ⇒ (5) + 15 + (1) = 21
Stepping into the bar with a sideways look at the Ragged man, Nel wanders to the bar and orders a drink of wine Ahh, terrible wine whilst we sleuth, one of my better tasks no doubt. he whispers to himself, forgetting the message was active for a moment. Retrieving his drink the Tiefling sits with the Red-hatted merchant with a nod.
"Well met, pray tell, I am new to the city and look for connections. You look like a successful businessman, maybe we can help each other. I study and trade in all manor of things, from relics to trinkets. What about you?"
Nel looks sideways at the 'helpful' pseudo-dragon and sighs deeply shaking his head.
"We need to desperately not atand out here and I am sure we do a grand enough job of that already. I am afraid Hot Pink Dwarf will grab attention. I suggest we get moving now we are prepared? Standing here will gther unwanted attention."
When everyone is ready, Nel settles his bandoliers and tugs at his black and red coat beforw strolling to the bar with an air of perfect calm. Keeping his wita about him the Tiefling keeps an eye out for any suspicious characters.
Taking the note and commiting the address to memory, Nel wanders through the town, keeping a suspicious eye out for people stalking them or taking too much interest in their passing. At the end of the street, spying the Lethe house he smiles darkly and checks out the facade, marvelling at their foe's brilliance in keeping the place a secret behind a legitimate business.
As with his summoner companion, Nel takes a few vials from his bandolier and mixes them into a vile smelling cocktail, with a shudder he necks it and shivers slightly.
"Needs more cinnamon in future." He mutters to himself as his body becomes alive under the performance enhancers.
"Now, should we handle this as prospective patrons for now? Gather what information we can before infiltrating this cult? My talents do not lie in a frontal assault and I would gather much of the perpetrators would escape in such an attempt. Let us not dawdle however, lives are at stake and all that nonesense."
'Cocktail' of Heroism, False Life and Investigative mind to go with Heightened awareness from before.
Nel thanks the patrons and rejoins his companions with a sigh, still unsure about their contact and her tenous relationship with the society and their Crusader ally. She turns to someone she hardly knows for such an important find? Not knowing she is a Crusader? This woman is either an idiot or a poor liar. Turning to 'miss feathers' and fully expecting her to try and dash at this point, the Investigator fixes her with a stare.
"Please, it seems others know little of this Drollis, you do not need to lead us to the eatablishment itself but at least to the street would be a great help. After all why let us take our time spending hours asking about the man and potentially tipping us off if your friend's lives are so precious to you? Lead on"
Nel raises an eyebrow at her question and replies sarcastically,
"Ollysta, the one you informed in the first instance, that Crusader."
He goes back to noting down important names and facts, circling crackers in his battered notebook. For this to go into the chronicles he would need to start puzzling it out soon before he got a headache. Leaving the woman, he asks around the bar about Drollis, sweetening his questioning with drinks.
Nel takes a glass of wine from the barman with a nod and takes a seat with Miss Feather, keeping his face neutral Wow... She must fill a very specific niche he thinks as she fills the group in with her tale. Frowning at the name of the drug, he takes a few notes as well as details on the group and odd ritual. With a bored sigh he takes a sip from his drink and rolls his eyes.
"Did they pressure you i to the ritual? Or were you under the influence first? Seems a tad farfetched that it was just 'a lark' or that it just happened. Out of professional interest, how do you know the crusader anyway?"
Nel sighs at August's naivety and thanks the woman, stepping away from the brothel and sweeping the dirt of Kaer Maga off his coat. It had been a while since he had been in a Varisian city and he wasn't enjoying the nostalgia it summoned.
"Well, a tavern seems to be more our...speed." he states as he heads across the road, before stopping and heading back to the woman, slipping her a few gold coins."Whilst I am sure she pales compared to your beauty, would you perhaps tell us what Miss Feathers looks like?"
As they approach the Brothel, Nel pulls out one of the flasks and necks the contents, spotting a coffee bean back into the vial before stowing it. His battered journal in hand, Nel surveys the brothel from beyond the desk, to see if anything comes to his attention, or anyone paying attention to the group any more than can be expected for such a menagerie.
"My colleague is correct, our party just have to meet her, it is our friend's greatest wish." he indicates the strange sorceror. "Please forgive our intrusion"
Nel turns to Huritt, filling his slung bandoliers with a strange array of flasks containing a variety of liquids. He snorts softly. "Does the sacrifice entail a companion?" he asks with feigned innocence.
Nel leans back in his chair for a moment before smiling darkly and clearing his throat.
"Fascinating, this Cult follows the once goddess of runes and knowledge, though she long since became corrupt. At the heigh of her power she called the Runelord of Sloth her High Priest of all things." He finishes off his wine before continuing.
"She has vanished and her High Priest is in slumber as the rest of the Runelords but a small group of fanatics remain. Their 'Feast of Sigils' is an unholy rite focusing on excess and involves sacrificing a part of yourself to gain ultimate power. How Cliche. I concur, let us visit this brothel and see what our contact knows before pressing on further, these extremists do seem a tad irritating."
Getting to his feet and slinging his pack over his shoulder the Tiefling indicates his readiness to depart.
Nel leans back and savours his wine as the Venture Captain gives her briefing. A dark smile graces his face and he leans forwards, making the odd note in his journal. Flicking through the book the Investigator ponders what he might know.
Nel raises an eyebrow at Huritt's extravagant entrance and shrugs, finding a seat in which to lean back and savour the fine wine pilfered from an unsuspecting Venture Captain. Cracking his knuckles he rests the glass on the floor before pulling out a battered notebook and flicks through the pages, finding a blank space amongst the seemingly chaotic scribbles.
"Anyone aware of why we are here? Thssalonian nonesense I have heard rumours of, but I put little stead in rumours."
Fashionably late as ever, Nel steps into the briefing room a few moments after the Oread and their Eidolon. His skin alabaster white with crimson red hair braided and wrapped around his shoulders, Nel is dresed in form fitting black leather trousers with a black coat edged in crimson and gold over a light mithral shirt. Buckled at his right hip are two paired Rapiers in sheaths matching his coat and he holds a battered note book.
Heading to the wine cabinet, the man helps himself to a fine vintage and when he turns you notice small horns hidden beneath his fringe which, along with his blood red eyes reveals his fiendish heritage.
Character Name "Nel"
Player Name Sethran
PFS Number 34762-4
Faction Dark Archive
Level 8
Day Job Craft Alchemy:1d20 + 22 + 5 + 1d6 ⇒ (14) + 22 + 5 + (4) = 45
Slow Track? N
I will get my Character sheet updated tomorrow after work
Laying back in one of the Venture-Captains chairs and obviously fighting the urge to place his well polished boots on the desk and relax. In his hand is a battered and well used notebook, full of scribblings and annotations. Taking down the Captain's briefing and making express notes about the illusory barrier, Nel looks to the figure in the corner before pondering his questions.
"Who are the agents you sent? So that we can look out for them? Do we have any intel on the surrounding area?"
He then turna to the Shadow Lodge agent and asks.
"And what does your organisation have to do with this?"
Nel cocks his head in curiousity as he looks at the creature and makes his way into the room, using the creatures momentary distraction by the large elephant. He takes a moment to study the creature and then strikes out with his rapier.
knowledge:1d20 + 14 + 1d6 ⇒ (12) + 14 + (2) = 28
move into flanking (token not moved), study and attack
Nel examines the cracks forming thw ceiling with the detachment of a surveyor before coming back to realisation that something is wrong. Pulling out his wayfinder, Nel also makes a sweep of the room with detect magic.
"Our task is to press on and find the Shaitan's treasure so we can achieve our primary objective in securing Sorina's aid. Retreat is a poor option"
