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Varro will also 'assist' in the searching of the bodies for anything of value while also using his own magical abilities to detect magic as well as evaluating the choicest pieces of loot... er' I mean family heirlooms to be returned to their rightful owners <snicker>. Detect Magic
After searching the first two rooms Varro's vigilance is quickly turning into boredom. "Maybe there is nothing else here? I mean maybe we should grab a few bottles of wine from the bar area and help calm those widow's frazzled nerves?" Varro's tone is one which his inquiry is one of enablement rather than genuine concern. "Well let's get this done. I say we split up and save some time."
Varro will take a moment to prepare some magical options... Lifting his hands above his head Varro begins to chant the words to an ancient and forbidden ritual. "KLAATU VERATA NIKTO!" As he finishes his incantation a swirling mist of dark energy surrounds the Varisian magi.
Varro rolls his eyes, "Sir Peasant... yeah, just keep that up right to the point when you are screaming for us to pull the ghouls off you." Varro bows to the noblewomen, "My dears, it appears I must go in order to rid this place of the foul undead which threaten to consume all that is living inside. I will go... unless you COULDN'T bear to be without my protection." Unless the women protest for him to stay Varro will join the rest of his companions at the blue entrance.
Varro is momentarily distracted by the accolades of the woman who noticed the true hero that he is! "Oh, my Lady, it has been a pleasure to come to your aid. Perhaps you have heard of me... Varro, Master of Fire, Lord of the flaming torrents?" No, well I am sure I could show you some of my more fiery magics if you are inclined." When the group begins discussing the particulars of their mission Varro will reluctantly take his leave. "I am sorry, but without my powerful arcane abilities my companions would stand little chance of overcoming this unknown foe. I bid you farewell."
Realizing what the creatures are Varro moves to the back of the opera house and prepares to unleash a torrent of magical fire upon the foes! Move (updated). Varro appears somewhat amused, "Excellent! Undead burn pretty well in my experience. I hope this palace is properly insured!" "Incanium Boltus Arcanium!"
"Maybe that's it? These people don't know anything because the ruins predate the building of this temple.... er, um, opera... oh you know what I mean. The most likely way to proceed in my opinion to to gain access to the basement or other lower levels so that we can start looking around for a possible access to any possible subterranean levels which might exist."
When all of his companions are together once again Varro will state the obvious, in rather dramatic terms, "Nothing here so far but a bunch of old nobles who like the opera if you ask me. We didn't find too much in the bar area, except no one has heard anything about any sort of excavation going on here... I wonder if it was something being done secretly... or possibly illegally? Either way, no one seems to know hide or hair about it." Looking around, "I think we need to get the bottom of this... pun intended! If they were excavating in the lower levels then maybe there is a way to get to it. I wonder if there are any sewers, alcoves or other kinds of tunnels running below this place. If it was a temple maybe there are catacombs and the like?"
"Wet bar? Sounds like place to be until the performance starts. Maybe we can ask around about some possible contacts?" Remarking on the depictions of Aroden Varro muses, "They know he's dead right? Not coming back... dead as a door nail. This place is a much of a mausoleum now as it is a opera house." Looking and listening Varro tries to gather anything resembling intelligence concerning the group's mission as well as making himself available to any older rich widows who might be in attendance.
Varro nods at Shadow Dragon's statements, "Few among the sons and daughters of Varisia would find themselves numbered in the pages of the exhaustive tomes that detail the titles and ranks of Taldor." Varro smiles and snorts, "It takes the decadence of such as place of Taldor to hold title and lands as a measure of a person's worth. My Tymora smile upon us all... letting her fickle tastes grant bane of boon upon all, separating king from peasant by the unknowable joke of being dropped from the womb of one woman over the other." Turning to his newly-met companions, "The Red Entrance it is."
Varro sighs and rolls his eyes. Oh, hurrah. Another agent of the Society that thinks smelling like a beast and having twigs stuck in your hair is some form of cutting edge fashion statement.
Varro tries to remember whatever he can about Oppara, the House of the Immortal Son and Wuthers.
"Yes, I do recalling hearing that name before, Bodriggan Wuthers was an orphan of unknown ancestry if I remember correctly, found 20 years ago on the doorstep of the Pathfinder Lodge of Taldor’s capital, Oppara. He was raised in an orphanage, but the Taldan Pathfinders made it a point to look in on him from time to time, encouraging the boy’s curiosity and pushing him toward the life of the vagabond scholar. When Wuthers turned 16, he left the orphanage behind and traveled to Absalom to join the Pathfinder Society. After a few years of training and following Venture-Captain Eliza Petulengro, Wuthers settled into his routine, traveling Avistan and Garund seeking greater glory for himself and the Society through treasure hunting. He quickly made a name for himself, battling through a host of demon-possessed apes in the Screaming Jungle at age 18 to recover the Garls Harp, an Azlanti musical instrument thought lost to time and memory. His tale of that find saw his first of many reports appear in the Pathfinder Chronicles and his fame as a Pathfinder was sewn into the fabric of the Society." After finishing relaying what he knows about Wuthers Varro will continue, "looks like all of us will need to shopping for some clothes."
A young Varisian man with wild hair and a mischievous grin enters the room dressed in traditional Varisian clothing which makes him look more like a circus performer than an adventurer. "I see I am not the only one who has been summoned here today. Glad to see I am in such splendid company. Varro's the name. Have you seen my act? No... that's odd, I am one of the best known master-of-fire ever to grace a stage... oh, yes and I do dabble a bit in the arcane arts." Varro bows deeply, as if accepting applause from a cheering crowd. |
