If Selkania has trouble with the cap, Richard will give it a shot.
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Richard gathers the femal android’s belongings, then looks over the other androids as well before heading over to give Selkania another set of eyes.
Richard stands in mute shock, stunned and horrified by the android’s suicide until Kharax’s question snaps him out of it. ”She thought the ‘Dominion’ was going to take her mind... I’m not sure what to make of it. As Alpha said, this she was illogical.”
After the fireball, Richard wonders if any androids will be left for Lewdon.
Richard backs into the room with the female android. ”Lewdon? I think you might want to step outside with that chainsaw... we have unexpected guests.” Drawing his pepperbox pistol, he moves for a clear shot, he fires again with his stungun at the other gunslinger.
Richard throws himself back, avoiding the worst of the android’s fire. Raising his own gun, he fires back.
No problem. The Holidays are probably going to affect us all at one point or another.
”This must be a mistake. I can’t think of any reason to do this on purpose.” Richard really hopes he is correct, and not Kharax. ”Lets keep moving. There may be answers ahead.” Richard moves through the room, stopping to check a side door.
If it seems safe, he opens it.
”This was more than programming. It’s like something when wrong in their creation.” Being unusual among androids himself, Richard is particularly disturbed by these creatures. He takes care examining their bodies and the room, looking for reason to this madness.
I talked to Lewdon. Between a new job and unexpected medical issue he has had little time to post, but he will return.
Richard pulls the trigger on his stungun again, and again, but the disturbing android mutant makes him hesitate with his shots.
Richard steps away, firing his stungun in rapid succession.
Richard is at first shocked by the state of the androids charging through the room at them, then saddened by their destruction. Something terrible had happened here, and he felt a need to find out more. ”Lets take one alive if we can!” He calls to his companions as he draws his stungun and readies to fire when the last android comes into sight.
”I... don’t know. This place just seems familiar.” Richard whispers, disturbed by the mysterious feeling. Staying low, he slips into the room, trying to be quiet and hide behind tables to get a look to the south.
Richard casts a [i][/i] spell and explains how it works to keep down any chatter that might give them away to anyone laying in wait. ”This is very familiar.” Richard whispers through the spell. ”I’m almost certain a large chamber lies through the next set of doors.” Slipping forward, he checks for danger on the floor and the second set of doors.
”My guess would be that Xoud’s magic somehow activated it and caused it to start recording. Neither seems to be the woman we are looking for, so this could have happened a long time ago.” Richard moves to the next set of doors and checks them before opening them a crack.
Richard grins at the conversation. ”I think that’s called twisted logic Lewdon. Most androids don’t compute that way.” He enters the next room carefully looking for more dangers, heading to the glowing panel first.
”You know your tech.” Richard grins at Selkania. ”Alpha studied under the resident expert in Torch, and I’ve picked up a lot by experience since we first delved the ruins under the town. I think I can handle this, but it would be easier if work together.”
Richard throws his last vial of acid at the swarm.
Richard grabs another vial of acid and throws it at the swarm.
”Alpha’s swarmbane clasp makes these his expertise, but I’ve got acid that might help too.” Richard grabs one of his vials and tosses it at the
Richard heads down the rope.
”I’ve got rope, plus the autograpnel.” Richard says. ”They should be enough to get us down safely. But first, lets see about the glyph or other traps.”
Richard nods. ”We will do what we can.”
”As you may already know, we believe there is a spy in Iadenveigh.” Richard begins. ”A few days ago a mechanical bird was shot down outside town by a local hunter. It bore a suspicious message which seems to have been sent to the Technic League by someone in town who was looking into the mutating effects of the Badwater. Redfang asked us to investigate, and we went to the Badwater to look around. There we found this,” Richard produces the finger cymbal and holds it up for the council to see. ”This is an instrument common to Varisia, but rare here. This led us to a group of Varisian travelers camping in Heddick’s Lumberyard. One among them, a woman calling herself Ilarris, fled before we could track her down. The other Varisians claim she was not officially part of their group and had been acting suspiciously. Her whereabouts are currently unknown, though it is possible that she may turn up at the Badwater again before leaving the region.”
Finding nothing suspicious, except his own paranoia, Richard nods to Redfang. ”If you think we should see the council, let’s do that.”
”We have learned some things, but we have one more place to investigate.” Richard says, taking out the finger cymbal and holding it up. ”This is our biggest clue, and I think we should return to where we found it.” Richard casts detect magic and examines the cymbal. He also surreptitiously examines Redfang.
Richard considers the Varisian’s wise suggestion. ”It may be that she doesn’t know we found the cymbal. Let’s return to Badwater and see if she is still lurking about.”
After a search of the immediate area turns up nothing Richard asks a few more questions of the Varisians. ”Can you describe Ilariss? What did she day about herself and why she was here? Did she meet with anyone else in the area or have any contacts here? Is there any place she might go to before leaving the region?”
”Well we didn’t want to accuse someone who might have been innocent, but some folk in town were suspicious of a spy from the Technic League. I’m starting to think it was this Ilarris. How long ago was she last seen here?”
“No problem” Richard shrugs. ”By your reaction I thought perhaps something was amiss, and it since she doesn’t seem to be here I was simply curious as to why. If she is I’ll, my friends here are healers.” He gestures to Kharax and Selkania.
”As a bard I’m always looking for other entertainers to learn stories from and collaborate with. Is there a problem with your friend?”
Richard bows and thanks the Varisians with a genuine smile. He had never played so well before, and was happy to have performed so well for a crowd that didn’t know him. It was a shame he didn’t feel safe introducing himself as he truly was, but if Redfang’s worries were justified he didn’t want to tip his hand to someone in the Technic League. ”I had heard a rumor in town that there was a performer among your group. A dancer with finger cymbals. Did I miss them?”
Heya Tektite, if you really want to take back the reins I'll give it another shot.
"One of the Varisians was causing trouble? Do we know what she did?" Richard asks as he tunes his mandolin in preparation for an evening of entertaining. "Let's try to see if it's related." Once evening has arrived, Richard heads out into the camp, playing the role of a traveling minstrel.
Rejoining the party, Richard shrugs. "Sounds like that group is annoyed that people treat varisians like varisians. They are heading out soon, so I'd be surprised if they are involved. Let's settle in, and I'll break out my mandolin around dusk. Maybe that will draw some people in for a closer look."
Richard slips close to the group, looking to see if anyone carry a finger cymbal like the one they found.
Pretending to have found a rock in his boot, Richard waves the group on to with Haddick. "I'll catch right up." Limping to a spot out of the way (and out of sight), Richard casts a spell of invisibility and slips quietly over to the Varisians to eavesdrop.
Speaking low, Richard suggests a subtle course of action. "Let's ask Heddick for a campsite for the night. I think we could more easily mingle with other travelers without drawing suspicion or spooking the spy that way. That finger cymbal is an usual object to carry around, and it could be that the person we are looking for is pretending to be some sort of entertainer. I'm a fair minstrel myself, and perhaps some music could draw them out." Richard approaches Haddick. "Are you Sir Haddick? My name is Richard. We are travelers passing through and heard you might have ground for is to set up camp for a day or two."
Richard welcomes Kharax back with a grin. "Was starting to think you'd met a nice girl and settled down like the Cobbler." To everyone. "Ivik said that travelers sometimes arrange lodging at Heddick Widefoot’s lumberyard. Let's head over there and see if anyone stands out."
"That looks Varisian." Richard peers at the cymbal. "Not common to this area, but Varisians tend to get around." "I'm not a great tracker, and I think you'd need to be legendary to track something in these conditions." Richard adds, doubtful that any other clue will be forthcoming under the naked eye. Still, he has other sight available to him and casts a spell to detect magic, just in case something left an aura.
"My name is Richard." Richard says, doing his best to sound authoritative yet friendly. "Ivik and Redfang have employed us to help solve a mystery in town. From what I understand not many wander down this way on account of the water, but we are wondering if you have seen anyone or anything unusual in the area within the last couple weeks."
"I'm glad to meet you both. We have friends that revere Brigh back in Torch." He smiles at Selkania, then addresses Aurora. "I'm a fair scout myself, but I don't mind sharing the responsibility if you'd like to give it a shot." Charging the subject, Richard addresses all. "Ivik suggested we talk to some stonemasons near Badwater. The Bardleighs, he called them. Let's start there."
Stepping into the dining room, Richard steps toward the pair of travelers and raises a hand in greeting. He is a lithe man with silver hair, pale grey eyes, and features that are elegant, but almost too perfect. He is dressed in fine traveling clothes, and though he does not seem armored, he wears a bandoleer with various pouches and a belt that holds a fine rapier. "Greetings. Might you two be Selkania and Aurora? I am Richard, and these are my friends Alpha, Kharax, and Lewdon. Ivik Gunnett sent us your way. He said you might be able to help us with a problem in town." DC 20 Perception:
He wears a mithril shirt under his long-sleeved tunic. DC 28 Perception: Though he appears human, Richard has faint circuitry at his collar and hidden behind some makeup at his temples. The marks of an android.
Richard translates the message: "The paper bears a sketchy map of Iadenveigh with the area of Badwater circled. A message in a strange language is written on the back—It looks to be Androffan as you can see here." Once done, he suggests the group head to the High Home and meet the other newcomers Ivek mentioned. "Extra heads on this problem can't hurt."
"Understood. Now, do you have any suggestions where we could start our investigation? Is anyone acting odd?"
Where are my manners.. Welcome Selkania. We've crossed paths before in PFS. Good to have you here. Welcome ^Aurora^! You seem new to the paizo boards (or perhaps that's a new alias). Either way, glad to have you too.
So we have:
With Selkania as a cleric I don't think there is anything we particularly need. We don't have any dedicated arcane, but we have enough with two partial classes I think.
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