Andolyn Featheredbow wrote:
First, I've gotta figure out how. That's a big mod for a -2 penalty. Alright, fighter.... Nothing. Masked Maiden.... Okaaay. Feats? Traits? Hmm....
Ah, what the Hell! Diplomacy?!?: 1d20 + 12 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 12 + 4 = 26
"Well,nowthatIknowRamylaissafe. Um, I-mean, now... that... I... know... Ramyla... is... safe, and I really do want to continue my research. I have so many xeno-biological projects beyond the C.H.U.D. There's the mysterious Assquatch, and the Plum-hued-aerial-carnohorn , just to name two. Why I could request that Grand Lodge send you all back to help me with my all projects! Wouldn'tthatbeGREAT!?"
Hosser Cready wrote:
" A dwarf officer in the militia, and an academic type, lived in a mansion with a manservant. Names were Clovesh and Bosk, respectively" Hosser said.
"Wait you mean Bosk is dead?!?" shrieks Timinic from the doorway. "You dragged me down here knowing that the Venture-Captain and the sergeant were killed by these assassins!? I thought you wanted to help with my research into the humanoid underdwellers!"
"I have my pen!" Timnic says producing a stylus. "It's pretty pointy and I am told that they are mightier than swords, though I have no empirical proof as of yet. OUCH! See? I told you it was pointy." He starts sucking his finger.
Using the maps here the party can get a good idea where in the sewers to start searching (basically somewhere beyond that lower level door in the Dripping Wall Distillery).
Timinic considers for a moment. "You're right 'guide' does sound a crass. How about 'trail-blaze?'"
Then he goes on. "Most of my research points to someplace near the Dripping Wall Distillery--have you been there by chance? They serve the best copulation on the sandy shoreline' It comes with real silicate. I'd like to go, but I'm supposed to be getting out of town like the Bosk said. He is the venture-captain after all."
A quick look at the maps and some of the gnome researcher's notes make it clear that they could be of immense help and finding the "CHUD's" lair.
"Allofthem, er, all of them." Timinic says with forced slowness. "Well, I made some copies for Bosk."
"Do you think it was my discovery of the CHUDs and their lair that put me in danger?" he says looking gleeful. His eyes stare glassily into the future fixated upon his soon-to-be groundbreaking article on the hereto unknown subterranean humanoid species in the next edition of the Pathfinder Journal.
"Ohsure. IwasinvestigatingtheDaggermarksewerswhenInoticedanunusualamountofsubterrane antraffic. Venture-CaptainBoskwasveryinterestedinmyworkandtrackedmyreportsonthemysteri oussewer-dwellers(Iwasgoingtocallthem'Chuds'curioushumanoidundercitydweller s-whaddyathink?). AnyhowhetrackedmyreportsveryverycloselyandthenonedayIwenttoDrybladeHouseand foundBoskandSgt.BrandurClovesharguingabout“somebrokenoath.” Theyspiritedmeawaytothisplacewithorderstostayoutofsightuntilhelparrived. Andtahdahhereyouare! Herearethemaps! Doyoulikethem? Ireallylikethatbitrightthere."
"Suresuresure! Comeincomeincomein! Areyoutheextractionteam? I'venevermetanextractionteam. What'sitlike? Hmm?" He invites everyone in through the window, remembers there is a door, opens the door, and invites everyone in that way. Then he remembers that there is a table blocking the small foyer and moves it to the side. The place is a narrow crowded ramshackle but surprisingly clean. "WhereamIbeingextractedtoo?"