"A solid plan, Nadine. I would be happy to escort you and speak with this young woman with you. No time like the present, right?"
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Remember: we have a bit of time to play with. I am confident we can turn up evidence (or fabricate it) if needed to discredit people, not to mention the standard rumor-mongering and word of mouth. We do not want to stand out, though, and newcomers who start spewing lies and inquiring as to the management of town will do just that. Poison and the slow play are our allies, here.
"That sounds lovely, my good man. I am Robert, and I will allow my comoaning to introduce themselves as they will. A pint sounds quite nice, indeed."
"Two rooms should suffice, innkeeper. Many thanks. I believe I could forgo the bath this evening, but I will not speak for my lady's preference. If you could have fresh bed linens brought up, with some water and ale, that would be lovely. And then I believe we shall take our dinner in the common room. I am sure I shall have more questions for you later on, the standard 'who's who?' And 'what's happening in town?' But for now, let us rinse the road dust off and get a bit more comfortable." Robert smiles and begins the process of undoing his gear straps while heading up to the room.
"Greeting, my good man. We are travelers in need of food, drink, and a couple of rooms. A hot bath would be splendid, if available. Do you think you might accomodate us?"
Robert opens with a smile, "Greetings, constables. As my lady has indicated, we have traveled quite a distance, and would most surely appreciate a hot meal and cool beverage. Perhaps you could direct us to an establishment where we could dine?" diplomacy
Gen Con? I'm jealous!
"Okay, here's our cover: Lady Nadine, you are the Lady Diane, minor noble from Molthune who has funded a Pathfinder excursion to these parts. Some rumors of ancient buried treasure and relics have reached your bored and excitable ears. Captain, you are the good Captain Andres, bodyguard and escort. I am the simple Robert, scribe, valet, and Pathfinder flynky. Vank, you are Hank, sellsword and overall muscle. We made our way here but were waylaid by wild beasts last night, so we camped and made our way into town as we could during the day. If anyone asks you about the treasure, calm up and mention something about loose lips and ships. As for the whys and wherefores from the Pathfinders, we're trying to get the good Lady her official invite, so this journal and corresponding adventure are on her own copper. Unofficial and an "audition", so slightly embarrassing to talk about and something to make you want to change the subject. Any questions?"
"Shall we proceed to the town? If they will open up and allow us entry, we could at least take lodging inside. It may seem a bit off to appear at night, but being waylaid on our travels explains that easily enough."
"A fast fire and hot, that will drop our target to the bed of the water most rapidly. A brief light in the dark, followed by darkness, I do not fear us signaling out."
"Right, right, not guide then. Hired muscle it is." Robert follows Vank into the darkness, trying to look everywhere at once.
"Simple is best, I think. A noblewoman and her assistants, bound for adventure and wealth on the behest of the Pathfinder Society. I will work up some journal entries and serve as our 'scribe' and translator. Captain, you are the primary protection, a family retainer of some closeness. Lady, you know your role; I caution against revealing young Robbie's presence, though. Vank, a sellsword and guide. That should explain our travelling equipment and why we have no real merchandise to trade, and bunches of coin. It goes without saying,I hope, we keep our religious affiliation under wraps. Keep your faces as bland and blend in, we'll be dropping some coin but if we don't stand out our jobs will be much easier."
"Gain entry, get the gates open, allow army of Goblinoids to raze the city. Got it. So, travelling adventurer types? Noble explorers out to catalog the area? I can sell either one, honestly."
"Excellent job, everyone. Does anyone require healing?" Robert helps sort and log all the loot, before casting an eye to the Frosthammer itself. "Before we torch thus heap and head into town, perhaps we hash out our entrance? We will look less conspicuous entering separately. Of course, a conspicuous entrance with false faces and documents may give us a red herring to toss in the path of any detectives." He begins stacking crates, rope and other flammable stuff near the keel and support ribs, preparing for a bit of baristry. "We could theoretically continue the "Lady Travelling" charade, if we want. Another option is itinerant merchants or land speculators. Of course, adventurers out for loot and danger fits out appearance as well. Any thoughts, people? " Once satisfied all the valuable materials have been secured, Robert double checks his kindling setups, deciding they were ready. He sits on the deck, happily contemplating the death of Odenkirk and the eventual demise of the ship in glorious flame.
Robert moves towards the grouped sailors, whispering a litany to Asmodeus. What can be made out sounds a lot like "...and my enemies will burn and twist in the flame..." As soon as he gets within range, a cone of fire erupts from his hands and washes over the men. fire damage, DC 18 for half
Robert casts murderous command on the good Captain Odenkirk. DC 16 will or attack nearest ally with natural or manufactured weapon.
Robert pulls his crossbow and fires at one of the stunned sailors. to hit; damage (Unless able to 5' step and coup de grace, if so, that.)
Robert follows up the darkness with a piercing bang of energy, loud enough to draw blood from the ears.
Fatigue/stun/murder I'm assuming. Boss man said he sleeps with the fishes so...
Robert moves his hand in a smooth underhand fashion, releasing a cloud of dust which settles over Odenkirk and any of his men in a 10' radius. Any torches or light effects in the area also extinguish as the dust coats them.
DC 17 fort, all lights and light spells of 2nd level or lower are dispelled, Save negates fatigue. fatigue: Fatigued: A fatigued character can neither run nor charge and takes a –2 penalty to Strength and Dexterity. Doing anything that would normally cause fatigue causes the fatigued character to become exhausted. After 8 hours of complete rest, fatigued characters are no longer fatigued
"My lady, perhaps you would like to show our good captain your lovely eyes? Or those of young Robbie?" Robert tries to insinuate to Nadine to evil eye Odenkirk, hoping she lowers his fortitude.
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"Sounds good to me. Will be nice to be around people again. More opportunity for profit. But, we still have a "boat captain" problem. Are we close enough to say goodbye to the good captain, or are his skills still required?"
"Our kind saw fit to brand, beat, and imprison us for simple misunderstandings. They are unrepentant in their pursuit of their own goals and will stop at nothing to squash dissent or alternative belief. I see no reason to be loyal to such people. They are our enemies, and will feel our wrath soon enough."
"A minor setback, mighty Chieftan. One which we shall set right as soon as possible."
Lady, Captain, perhaps I can begin our "interaction?"
"My appearance will not be the intimidating presence. But you are correct, I grow weary of this guise." Robert shifts his clothes to effect a simple, but fantastically well made nobility-level traveling outfit. All in black, with subtle red accents at the cuffs and hem. "I hope they understand common, or infernal. I have not yet mastered the goblin tongue."
"Aye, Captain. This is our destination."
"Gladly and with much vigor, Lady!" Robert aims his burning hands spell to catch as many of the creatures as possible without affecting Vank, Stanislav, Odenkirk, or Nadine. damage, DC 18 reflex for half
"Some kind of small creature up at the top of the mast. Of course." Robert levels his crossbow at the creature and fires. to hit; damage
"Captain, perhaps some of that seal meat? I believe you hunted for the skins, yes?"
"Captain, I believe that to be an equitable trade."
"I believe we have some spears available to trade. What do you consider a fair trade?"
"We are willing to trade. What do you offer and what do you desire." Robert keeps his eyes off his knife and club, and tries to keep all the native warriors in eye line at the same time.
"I doubt they are in need of killing. Anyways, they're in canoes. Very flammablen delicate craft. Let's chat ad
"Very smoothly handled, Captain. That was a very nice move there with the seals and wagers. Color me impressed."
"As entertaining as this was, I agree with Lady Nadine and Master Vank. Out business north presses us, and another day's delay may prove all too costly." diplomacy
"Seal meat sounds good to me. I've had just about ebough fish for now."
"See? I helped!"
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"Nor I, Lady Nadine, but the meat from these seals may prove quite amenable. And their hides must be valuable, eh, Captain Odenkirk? "
"I am with you Captain Stanislav. As always."
"Of course, Captain. I would thank you for your rapid maneuvers as well."
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