Venture-Capt. Sheila Heidmarch's page

"Good luck! May Desna guide you."

"Ah, we found his personal items. Angela , thank you for your support! You are an asset to this group and I trust you! Let us take those with us. Maybe we can use those or he can use them when he finally wakes up! Let us go!" Almaas says.

"Right." The Venture-Captain cuts the ropes with her big knife.

With their rope secured to one of Kalkamedes' legs the Venture-Captain asks the party "Are you ready for me to cut him free?"

You can manage to put footware on him while he's tied down, but not his explorer's outfit.

"Look at this drawing! It ... it looks familiar. Does anyone here recognize this?" Almaas says and he hands over the drawing.

"Wait. I do." The Venture-Captain steps to the table and picks up Kalkamedes' mostly untouched dinner. "Turn it around. See?"

Then he tries to open the metal chest.

It is locked.

"Well of course." Heidmarch urges. "If you are worried we can take a quick audit."

"He says he is retired from life in the Society but still seems to be at it in an unofficial and independent case-by-case basis."

At least four dust rhinos stare back at Sleeping Sword from beneath the bed.

"Cliffs and bogs... It'll be tricky helping a sleepwalker navigate those, but we'll figure something out. If nothing else, I have some rope to tie him up and carry him past or around. What can you tell us of the terrain and what all lies north of here?"

"Trackless wilderness for the most part."

There are no deserts, or rainforests, or tundra, or glaciers, but beyond that anything you might find at near sea-level in Yellowstone National Park.

[dice=Stealth, to cast without anyone noticing]....

You can't unless you have some way of rendering it Silent (like the Silent Spell feat). There are verbal components to the spell that "you must be able to speak in a strong voice." Now Kala could go outside and down the path aways if you want, then cast the spell and have her come back.

Venture-Captain Sheila Heidmarch glances out a window as the last wisps of twilight fade over the Fenwall Mountains. Turning from the sight, she runs her hand along the rustic cabin’s wall, scowls down at the grime she finds on her expensive white gloves, and stands beside an occupied wooden bed before addressing you.
“This,” the venture captain says, gesturing to the man thrashing around violently, straining against the bonds that lash him securely to the bed, “is our colleague, Kalkamedes. Every night for several weeks now, he has fallen into a deep slumber and tried to sleepwalk right out of his cottage. If not restrained, he marches straight north, eventually falling off a cliff or into a bog as if trying to get himself killed in an attempt to reach an unknown goal.” As though he were expressing disagreement, the man tied to the bed suddenly begins pumping his limbs even harder, the violent spasms threatening to smash the bed into splinters.
“There are those who have recently criticized the Pathfinders for our indifference to the plight of our fellow field agents. It’s time to show that’s not true. I want you to help Kalkamedes, whether he wants it or not. Several of our best spellcasters have attempted an extensive list of magical cures, but whatever sleepwalking curse or effect he’s under tenaciously resists our efforts. All we can do is keep him safe. ”Heidmarch pats him with a degree of professional affection, and Kalkamedes rewards her by trying to swat her with his head.
“Kalkamedes’s friends are at their wits’ end, so we are going to attempt the only thing that we have not tried: we’re going to let him go tonight. That’s where you come in. I want you to follow him and keep him safe and in one piece. Let him get to wherever his addled brain thinks he needs to go so badly. Maybe, just maybe, if he gets there, you can find a way to help him. Maybe you can determine who or what did this to him and find a way to undo it." Heidmarch pulls out a serrated knife. “Now before I cut him free, does anyone have any questions or last minute preparations?”