Right. I'm the only person who hasn't picked a template. You guys go ahead, I'll just keep picking up these here sweet, sweet extracts from shops in the seedy corners of the city. And other places.
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Investigator too. I had a similar idea for Raleighs background, so I picked up the trait Friends in Low Places. Some ideas to kick around.
Ooh, looks like I misunderstood some of the background requirements. Should be all fixed up now. I hope you don't mind me going a little in depth.
"No matter who it is, it looks like this'd be tha place our man and or woman gon' pop up next." I don't expect Minvandu is our culprit. Why would he sabotage his own exhibition? The half-elf shifts off of the pillar he had been supporting.
I have several hundred dollars worth of PF material that appreciates staying with Pathfinder. That cash mysteriously stopped flowing in from my account after I made the mistake of buying the first printing of the ACG. I'll go with the majority since it looks pretty unanimous here, but we do still have the lead Raleigh picked up from Lord Deverin about the cult as well.
The young man's mouth opens and closes a few times as he glances from face to face, expression puzzled. "...I can't decide if you're putting me on." "Yeh, well 'Knight'." Raleigh leans against a wooden beam with his head down helmet slouching forward. Listening in enough to make air quotes and jabs at Fruggig evidently. He waits for Tilos to finish talking before saying anything else. "Fer what it's worth, we found a lil gobbo hamlet in the sewers. Picturesque wit' smells that nearly peeled tha nose hairs outta Boru. The goblin we met 'ad a deal wit' another one what went by Zazzle the arsonist 'cause incrimination is a longshanks thing apparently. Turns out 'e was burglarized 'fore we came about. Description matched a homunculus. Sounds ta me, like we got as much ta go on as we're gonna get. Thinkin' 'bout familiar threats brings two ideas to mind. The Bronze House, an' the cult 'e started...." "Where's the site a tha warehouse? Been needin' to stop in with some folks thereabouts."
"Yeah, in hindsight we prolly shoulda pressed for a name from his "fairy" contact. As fer mine, well... I don't think the lodge is the offender 'ere. When I was at the Deverin's place, the 'ead a the house had a few words. A while back 'e had a few conflicts a interest with a wizard named Orizir. Guy worked fer the Aspis Consortium, den a merchants hang out in a place called the Bronze House. See, the conflict was Orizir mastermindin' a daemon cult and slave-runnin' circle, an' tha elder Deverin was against them shenanigans. Orizir got 'imself found out, an' tried. Deverin claims the guy was confirmed dead in The Hells-the prison, not the plane-a while back. I'm thinkin' whoever we're dealin' with, is gonna be connected with Orizir. Either from the Bronze House, or elsewhere." Raleigh walks and talks, trying to make his way to the nearest available bath/shower. "But 'fore we do any a that... I'm gettin' this shit stink offa me."
Raleigh decides to pick up the solvents.
"...That don't sound much like a fairy I ever heard a. The thing about somethin' that small, see, they tend ta 'ave help." Raleigh looks away in thought.
He took the materials from Tian Lung, but it sounds like someone else took the product from him. But who? It had to be someone who knew he would have them, but what would a fairy want with a bomb? "An' 'ere I was thinkin' up a good story too... So yeah, spill it, an' I'll make sure ya get full credit fer whatevah we decide ta use the bomb on too."
"'Ey, 'ey, easy now. My associate didn' mean ta get ya riled up. Sounds like a sore spot. This a recent cut to the pride?" Raleigh starts to lean against a wall before thinking better of it and standing straight while he attempts to coax some details out of Zazzle.
Can't believe I'm playin' smooth talk with goblins. Helluva week this is turning into. Helluva week. He seems like a talker though. Might be just what we need.
Raleigh follows suit with Gaziq "Looks to me like we might be better off lookin' above ground after all..."
Nodding to Uuzkhangr, Raleigh steps forward with his arms behind his back. With a loud and clear voice changing his speech patterns noticeably. "*ahem* Attention Goblinoids! It is my proud honor to announce the great and ever brave knight errant Sir Fruggig Dogslayer! Valiant killer of beasts! Beasts both dog and dog-adjacent! I, his herald Raleigh Blanc and his retinue approach looking for rightful and just payment for services rendered. For you see, he is the one who gallantly allowed us to fight the dogmonsters threatening the... majestic sewers of Magnimar."
"Oh aye. We got a lead 'ere, an' I'm followin' it." Raleigh nods to Gaziq. It occurs to him that it's still very possible Zazzle could be in with the culprit, or the one responsible himself, in which case Raleigh can't be certain any amount of Gobbo cred would make that meeting go smoothly. "So, we ready ta move?"
He's pretty findy. Sorry about my posting I was juggling a lot of stuff over winter break. I didnt expect it to eat up as much time as it did, but I should be good to go now. Ill try to let everybody know ahead of time when that happens from now on.
I imagine a lot of people are feeling the holiday crunch.
Raleigh moves up to try to pull the zombiedogs attention with a stab.
"Move dwarf, move!"
Is there a way Raleigh can get in front of Uuzy? At the moment all I can think of is to run up and try to spear the last zombie at an angle. Or we could go back to trying to surround them out of the room.
"Dammit. Fall back, fall back! Lure 'em outta da passage. We kin surroun' 'em!"
"No time now. Dey know we're here. Careful lil guy."
"Energetic lil fella, eh?" Raleigh comments before hustling to catch up with Gaziq, spear leveled.
Raleigh darts over the bridge to engage the monsters. He leaves room for the rest of the party to follow if they choose, and levels his spear to strike the first one that comes in his reach. Hoping it would work to draw their attention to him rather than the goblin flanking them, or the more fragile party members.
For just a moment, his eyes widen and he see's something before him. It's unclear whether this is his gut talking, or just practice paying off, but he seem's to correct his own movements.
"Right."
"Better safe than sorry, Jack. I'd do well to make sure we're prepared fer whatever comes."
Raleigh lunges as the ooze does. "Was gunna happen sooner er later."
"I dunno if it'll like ya gettin' that close, jack." Raleigh tenses his grip on his spear.
"...An' that puddin's Jill, tha ooze o'er there be Darrel, 'n tha's his other brother Darrel, he's got marriage problems..."
Raleigh nods to Borumaru. "Anytime, Jack. I ain't a knight though. If we're gonna remove it, stayin' away's safe an' easy."
Raleigh continues to make note of his observations, only mildly annoyed that his extract was going to waste. "Or... maybe that man didn't come down here on his own, if that dagger has anythin' ta say. But the ooze itself ain't specially threatenin' on it's own. Slowness mostly. Acid oughta be fine if we're gettin' rid of it. It's membranes protect it from cold and fire if memory serves. An' it usually does. I wanna get a look at dat knife."
Before Rounding the corner Raleigh gives a relegated sigh and drinks a potion and a faint glow shimmers to his left. "I'll take yer word fer it. I picked up..." Raleigh trails off as he realizes how unhelpful this sounds one you say it out loud. "Some flasks of acid. " He gives the death puddle a cursory glance to see if he recognizes it.
Raleigh mostly succeeds in not losing his appetite. Until he looks just a bit closer. "'Ey, that ain't blood is it? It is. Goin' just offa da color, least three days old. Looks like one of our dogmonsters got hungry for human flesh. Prolly one a da beggars picked a bad place ta get a lil shut-eye." He stands just a bit closer to Fruggig, but directs his question to his fellow longshanks. And Gaziq. "Tha's what my eyes tell me anyway. We ready for this? It ain't gonna be like puttin' down vermin."
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