One hour later, in both real life and game...
Silver flames along the wall accent the features in this statuary chamber. A marble humanoid devil with four horns stands proudly in the center, draped in robes and reaching toward the horizon. Regal statues of humans line the walls. Three large wall scrolls with writhing text adorn the north, west, and east walls.
The Norn observes the documents. "Yes, this is exactly the sort of thing we are looking for. If you find anything more like this, other examples of his negligence, please bring them to our attention as well!" She smiles. "Oh, and be quick about it, he may try to destroy evidence should you wait any longer. I have no doubt also that your time here is close to an end..."
She's wrong, with travel you'll be at about 15 of 24 hours when you get back, but time is an issue in the real world sense.
The Norn considers, then speaks. "Knowing as I do this was always your intention based on your lady Zarta's word, it would seem moot. I have given you boon, and asked only that you do what you were going to anyway, have I not? So greedy, perhaps that is what led Leventi to this point. You would do well to consider this, lest you find yourself here again under different circumstance."
Iago does indeed drop the first statue, and moves to the second (careful to avoid grease), and wallops it as well.
Stormy spends a mythic point and calls lightning, the reverberations in the small chamber loud, and almost deafening the adjacent Iago.
SR: 1d20 ⇒ 15
The construct stays on its feet and tries to strike Iago.
It does so with a resounding crack as the quarterstaff dents the side of Iago's armor and may even have broken a rib or two.
"Well his records would be in his scriptorium, at the Fallen Fastness. I expect you'll have no trouble gaining access, but just in case..." Rowane provides you each with a pin, bearing a halo of runes. "This is the symbol of Erecura, my mistress. She would see that hell is not embarrassed, as her husband is a just man. I would advise you to seek further evidence in Leventi's chambers, before confronting the devil himself."
"Right, I was doing good! I wouldn't want to see Narsino die here." He gladly offers what he has to you, hopeful that you will aid him.
The imp returns and escorts the party to the norn Rowane. Wide corridors through darkly beautiful foliage wander far enough from the iron streets of the city to be insulated from the omnipresent noise and heat. The journey concludes at a three-tiered gallery displaying armor, weapons, relics, and framed woven swatches, all built around a wide-branched blackwood tree with leaves of gold. A black-haired woman standing 14 feet in height looks away from a skein of thread and rises in greeting, gesturing toward seats around an intricately carved oaken table.
“Welcome to Eleusys, travelers. Take respite and refreshment as guests in the home of my queen, Erecura. I, Rowane, greet you in her name.”
The norn asks each Pathfinder’s name in turn and offers food and drink.
“My queen knows of your investigation and wishes to take up the matter. Leventi made certain promises in Hell’s name, the details known to him alone. She asks that you retrieve his personal records—should your investigation prove successful—so that she can see his obligations fulfilled and no one else suffers for his alleged mistakes.”
Eadie puts her foot directly in her mouth, which while acrobatic, hurts your diplomacy...
He exchanged property of Leventi’s choosing for a wish that gained him silver agent status. He realized too late that the devil wanted his slave apprentice, Narsino. Unknown to Leventi, Kirash had already submitted the paperwork to free Narsino after growing fond of him. Thus, Narsino’s pending status was as a free person, not Kirash’s property, which greatly complicates Leventi’s claim. Kirash hopes to prove Narsino’s seizure was theft before his apprentice dies in Hell.
"Pathfinders? Well... I can't be very choosy. Please. I will say that you are very efficient, and you are knowledgeable, and in this case you are more able than I am." He looks like the words taste like a vile, foul thing in his mouth.
Thanks for the bump, dunno how I missed Stormy's post after I asked for it.
One of the statues casts a spell, targeting itself and its ally, and it suddenly moves much faster. The other statue steps off its pedestal and comes after Iago!
Attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16
Its quarterstaff strikes his armor but doesn't even put a dent in!
Nikka: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Vance: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Ryn: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Leandro: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Sunishi: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Olaff: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Bad Guy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
The creature lunges, and it is terrifying to behold! Descriptions fail, there's a picture in Maps & Handouts, page 7. You get the distinct impression that you have made several wrong turns along your path, and that this may in fact become your grave....
You're at about half of your 24 hours. Most of that just walking between A and B.
The creatures waiting in line grumble as a livery-adorned imp with a runed halo ignores them, approaching the newcomers instead. “Greetings from my mistress, Rowane. She welcomes you to Eleusys and bids you wait here a moment until I return to fetch you.”
As the imp flies away, it is accosted by an exquisitely groomed Keleshite man in fine robes and wearing a silver Aspis badge. “I have an urgent matter regarding a contractual error that cannot wait! A devil has stolen my property…” The imp ignores the man, who grinds his teeth in frustration at the palace gates.
You have the option of interacting with the man or I can fast-forward to the imp's return.
It takes Fendel some time, even given his expertise, but he can spot several embarrassing loopholes in one of the contracts as well as identify examples of Leventi trading Hell’s resources for personal gain.
This, combined with your several other pieces of information might be enough to confront him, or you could stop by the palace as the paracountess had indicated.
Fendel finds the book disturbing, it details the exploits of a prolific angel-executioner known as Shyakurl, and the book has a strong evil and lawful aura. Any random passage almost certainly details one of Shyakurl’s blood-soaked exploits in grisly detail, and just processing the information is painful.
Damage: 4d6 ⇒ (4, 1, 1, 3) = 9 DC 21 Fort or Will halves. Nauseated if fail.
"Ah, yes, I certainly have examples of his work, I will see what I can find you..." He doesn't seem even remotely happy to help, but he does so. A book is left open on the table he was at, and you certainly could look at that if you so desired, but otherwise he returns shortly with exactly what Ando asked for.
Gellius Thrune’s contract is only accessible by requesting it from Phlagantres directly. The contract is especially ornate, though its core agreement is fairly straightforward: Gellius exchanged his soul for extensive legal advice and direct assistance in defending House Thrune against slanderous attacks. This might provide additional insight into the adventure’s background, but otherwise holds no special benefit.
I need Linguistics or Profession: Barrister for the remainder of the contracts, or you can haul them back up to Jarluxis which will give you a +5 bonus on any such roll.
"And what do you need from me? Certainly I have nothing to testify against, and you mortals never seem to know what you need, which is why you're always making contracts. What do you need of me, and I will fulfill it if it's not too bothersome. I care nothing of the goings on of Leventi or any of the others, I merely do my job." He seems on the up and up, he'll help you, but he isn't able to tell the future so he doesn't know what you need before you tell him.
The floor of this vast cavern descends in two twenty-foot drops into a large, eerie grotto. The walls drip with moisture and bear strange and disturbing cave paintings of towering four-winged humanoid shapes. Tiny motes of glowing light drift and bob in the air, giving the place an almost nauseating feeling, as if the cavern is viewed through a dreamlike haze.
You are on the lower level, not the upper.
Jarluxis shares that Leventi’s agents recently transported Gellius Thrune’s imp Tholvinis to Widow’s Cry. She laments her colleague’s sloppy binding of the imp after Gellius’ death, insisting that anyone unable to control an imp shouldn’t be trusted to command mortals.
Jarluxis continues working in the Fallen Fastness for the remainder of the adventure, and she can help analyze any contracts or other legal documents.
Alas, you already had this clue.
"You might try speaking to Phlagantres, otherwise I don't know how much else I could assist you. I thank you for your aid, wise Fendel." She smiles. "Perhaps you have a place here..."
The group finds Jarluxis, a female contract devil, on the 50th floor of the fastness. "What do you mortals need? I am very busy as you can plainly see." She seems indifferent to most pleas, however like most in this realm she is willing to help in exchange for a bargain, or perhaps other things you could offer. At current she is looking over a contract for a mortal soul.
I literally saw yesterday a facebook thing about they vs it, right before I had to post that. It was lulworthy.
“You will suffice in this difficult moment. Rejoice in your adequacy.” The osyluth’s stinger settles and the devil rises to their full nine feet, claws clasped behind their back, echoing memories of a dozen venture-captain lectures.
“Phistophilus Leventi stands on the cusp of promotion, with only a final review remaining. My analysis into his work is part of that review, and I have found troubling indications of resources improperly allocated and also of clumsily executed language in his contracts. I am currently stationed here and unable to continue my work, however. You creatures will act as my agents in exchange for certain seized contraband, per my bargain with your mistress.” The devil gestures toward an ironbound collection of parchment.
“Here are my notes, including a list of Leventi’s suspect contracts that warrant further examination. Also, his agents have made several forays to the Ghetto of Outcasts. I have recorded their route as far as my agent followed. Pick up the trail from there to learn more. Also—” They flip musingly through a maze of text before settling a claw on a name. “Yes. Jarluxis. Seek out this other phistophilus here in the Fastness. She has lost several contracts to Leventi and has incentive to demonstrate her competence with a successful investigation of her coworker.”
You can either go interact with this other devil, or you may present your findings to Vetrivides.
You have no trouble finding him, the investigator Vetrivides (LE agender osyluth) waits impatiently outside Leventi’s scriptorium, tied there by Leventi’s bureaucratic trickery and stalling tactics. Vetrivides looks the your group over dubiously when you arrive. “The servants of Dralneen? Where is your mistress, mortals? I should kill you where you stand for this insult.” Vetrivides exerts their fear aura.
I need a will save, and Fendel automatically knows this spoiler, otherwise Sense Motive DC 27:
They are threatening and taunting the PCs to take their measure and test their restraint.
Yeah, sorry. I got distracted. Work stuff mostly. Leventi is not your sponsor, Leventi is the guy who you're investigating. Vetrivides is the guy who gave you the writ. I was sort of hoping someone would mention that. You can either go confront Leventi, or try to gather more evidence, which may involve speaking to Vetrivides.