Min pulls out and drinks his potion of gaseous form, tranforming into a cloud of mist. The Min-mist slowly drifts into the tunnel, around Layaali and Razif who are clogging the whole thing up, and in beside his sister and the kobold.
kembe barks in suprise!
"I thin-"Min says as he get pulled away by Rab-rabs wind.
Min sits in a chair in his 'office,' carefully examining a map he was very interested in. At the commotion he looks up and shakes his head. "Really? Have you bathed this week? Must you drink so much?" Realized Drael's too tired to even notice him, Min sighs. As his sister wails, he points up the stairs. "Drael did it." He settles back down in his chair and goes back to examining his map. ...If only he could find a way past that trap door...
The pig, named Cutie Pie, looks up at Pinesong and snorts happily. Her little curly tail wiggles around. She leaps on the carrot and devours it. The air around the gold-scaled pig seems oddly warm.
Pinesong Rippleroot is a chubby vanara with a bulging tummy, thin white fur, and a short stubby tail. His eyes are bright green and much too big, which makes them look like they’re bulging out of his head, but his smile is wide and happy. His hair on the top of his head is styled into an outlandish hair do! It looks very odd! With every breeze his fur moves around, showing off his many bald spots. He smells of grass and flowers. Pinesong wears a belt he fashioned himself from a braided vines and grass. There’s a wooden stake hooked onto it, and a belt pouch. On his back is a crossbow and a backpack, and over his chest he wears some odd looking armour made of little squares that he thought was fascinating! He does not wear pants or shoes. "Oh, boy! I sure am worried for Venture-Captain Sharrowsmith! He's missing!" He looks down at his side to a portly pig covered in thick gold scales. "What do you think happened to him, Cutie Pie?" He sits down and pats his pig. Then he pulls out a big carrot and feeds it her.
Min's eyes turn black as he makes strange hissing words. "Skerhar hesesh nahaaa!" Despite his creepy words, a beam of holy light shoots from his eyeballs at the undead!
AHH! Rab-rab! Get out of there!" Min shrieks. "Santy rabbanty!" A blast of colors fly from his hands at the lion. Then Min backs up.
Min slips the ring onto his finger, knowing if push came to shove he and Rab-rab could leap out of a window or off of a cliff and flee together -- not that he'd thought about that before... He puts the potion or expeditious retreat with his sister's things, knowing she and he were the slowest and wanting to keep her safe. He looks at the potion and considers it for a while. Eventually he puts it in his things. He'd probably need to feed it to Layaali one day soon. She had a habit of dying a lot. He puts aside the axe, knowing it might be good for Drael. He'd have to examine it more tomorrow, though, just in case there was something fishy with it...
"Good night, Rab-rab!" Min says. Not wanting his sister to have bad dreams from the bad day they've had, he adds. "Oh, hey. You didn't have a chance to say hi to your animal friends outside on the farm today. Do you want to go do it before bed? I'll read you all a bedtime story." If Rab-rab wants to, Min walks with her outside to watch his sister while she plays with the goats and animals. After a while, Min tells them all a story about a flying rabbit made of clouds that spreads good dreams wherever it hops. Then he heads back inside with his sister and makes sure he goes to bed. When she does, he finally settles in to sleep. He sure is tired!
"Hi! I'm Klaakz. I'm a merchant in exports. We had questions about the taxes here. I think all that stuff is WAY too complicated! I needed some help." He waves and shows off his mouse, shoving it right up in the man's face. "This is Windy Bin! Do you like him? I LOVE mice. Did you know that there are over thirty known species of mice? And their tails can grow as long as their bodies! Oh, and..." Klaakz tries to overwhelm the nosy man with facts about mice, which he very happily shoves in his face. He's hoping to make the man bored so he leaves, but he also REALLY loves mice.
"AAAAHHHH!" Min shrieks.
”Ah, yes! A mission!” he exclaims with a smile. ”I love missions! I'm a Pathfinder, you know!” He nods his head proudly and then suddenly looks confused. ”I’m sorry, have we met? I can't seem to recall…” The old man's rambling is interrupted by being ushered into the flooding library. As Kreighton Shaine speaks, Fuzzzy smiles and nods along, but you’re not sure he’s absorbing anything. His owl looks like its paying pretty close attention though. Eventually he strokes his beard in thought... "A flooded library? Oh, dear! Those aren't supposed to be wet at all! Terribly unfortunate! Yes, yes, all those papers and water and..." He strokes his beard and continues to name random things that have no bearing on the mission....
”Here again!” the Hat explains.
”My name is…” He strokes his beard in thought. ”Ah... That is to say... Hmmm... I can't seem to recall... It's all rather fuzzy….” Suddenly he smiles. ”Ah, yes! That's it! Fuzzzy! My name is FUZZZY! Pleased to meet you! Have we met? I can't seem to recall…” Looking at his owl, Fuzzzy asks, ”What am I doing here, again…?”
”Recall!” the magnificent hat encourages.
”Where am I?” his Magnificent Hat echoes.
Sir Lawrius reads the letter, then stuffs it in his pocket. It was strange, and he didn't understand it all, but he loved the mystery. Sir Lawrius is a chubby dwarf with a long black beard and fine armor with a green tiny. He wears a holy symbol of Kols around his neck, and bears multiple weapons -- a hammer, clan dagger, javelins, and his sturdy shield. At the sight of the children teasing the centaur, Sir Lawrius scowls deeply. He stomps up to the tree and the kids, and asks the centaur what's going on. "Are you trying to rob those kids? Or are those kids trying to rob you?" He looks back and forth between the kids and centaur, not entirely sure who's to blame, but definitely ready to punish anyone who needs it... "No lies, now. I'll know. I can sniff a mistruth and a broken oath a mile away!"
Klaakz is a short, wrinkly goblin, with a gorgeous, regal, magnificent... white mouse on his head. He has a book hanging off of his belt, and a big backpack over his shoulder. Klaakz listens to the others tell their backgrounds, then he joins in, too, being sure to whisper, since he was hushed. "Hi! I'm Klaakz! And this is Windy Bin!" He shows off his nice mouse. "I'm from the Goblin-love-mouse Tribe. We love mice." He nods, very proud of his explanation."Well, one day the Goblin-love-mouse Tribe joined up with a bunch of other tribes to burn down Sandpoint! Which was super fun! But, then humans got pretty mad about it, so the Goblin-love-mouse tribe ran for it, just like the wonderful mice would do!" He puts his hands on his hip and posing very heroically. "I'm pretty smart, so I learned some stuff and met a Pathfinder. Now me and Windy Bin are Pathfinders! We work out of the Magnimar Pathfinder Lodge." He holds up his book to show Marta. "I like books too! I made this one myself. It's full of nice pictures that help me make magic. We match!"
Min starts to panic, and whispers to his sister. "If a fight breaks out, stay away from that big guy. And be ready to run if we all start to die. Leave us this time." Then Min points up at the big guy. "YOU! Kardswann! Why has a Templar of the Four Winds come to serve a gnoll king? How far have you fallen? And WHAT did you find in the church?!"
"Long ago, before the land took the form it has today, there was a country so corrupt, filled with a people so cruel, that even they despised one another. Wizards ruled the nation, and they fought and bickered amongst themselves. War broke out, and the wizards and their armies wreaked great destruction on the land." "But the wizards did not become powerful on their own. They borrowed their powers, from others. From beings far larger, and smarter, and grander than themselves. The beings came calling, and demanded respect, but the wizards would not give it to them. The wizards were fools. And the beings, grew angry." "They worked their magic on the world, calling out to the skies, and the stars beyond them, grasping onto a passing meteor and dragging it down, through the heavens, towards the wizards. Doom would come to Golarion, wiping out not only the wizards, but the entirety of life on the surface. Content with their vengeance, the beings swam deep below the oceans and waited." "But the wizards were mighty and clever. They foresaw the meteors approach and made plans to hide from the devastation. Some created demiplanes, others entered a death-like slumber, and some simply relied upon their necromantic powers to bring them back after death. And thus the great wizards were saved. But what of the people?" "Seeing the vast numbers of regular people that would die, a goddess long forgotten to time, goddess of the moon, worked her magic. She used all of her strength and all of her powers to move the moon, ever so slightly, nudging it over just enough to knock the meteor askew." "But even though the goddess had saved the world, she had not saved the wizard's nation or people, for shards of the meteor would still strike the country -- what's worse, the meteor was toxic. As the goddess lay dying her husband, a god himself, flew up to the meteor and took the poison upon himself, purifying it, but dying in the process, alongside his beloved." "Pieces of the meteor struck the wizard's nation, and many died, but not all. Not life. And the stone had become something else -- something special. It held the soul, and the spark, and the hope of the divine. Darkness covered the land, and few were left to remember the god and goddess that gave their lives to save Golarion -- a sacrifice of true heroes." "And that is the story of how the Age of Darkness came to pass, the forgotten gods of Azlant gave their lives to ensure the world would endure, and a toxic meteor meant to end all life was transformed through love and sacrifice into the Starstone, spirit of the dead gods."
We're going to a local convention this weekend and won't be posting here. We're going to play some PFS, and try a PF2 demo, and maybe spy on the table that is playing the SFS scenario my Mom wrote! It's going to be fun.
Riy-Zi looks at Kildrax. "You don't look like a noble steed. You shouldn't be here when we parlay with the dragon." Riy-Zi looks at all the fancy clothes. "I might have to cut wing holes in them. Is that alright, Captain?" He looks at some very fine black and gold robes.
Hi, I am Lilith's brother. This is also my first Starfinder pbp. But we've played Starfinder lots at home, and have payed lots of Pathfinder pbps. Also, I also made a monster for the last Wayfinder! Thanks for letting us come play. Forum Name: gemmik
Jastrokan bows deeply. "I am the famous Varisian painter Jastrokan Tangletop!" Jastrokan says with a deep bow. "A pleasure to meet you!"
Jastrokan grandly pulls a small painting of a ancient statue covered in moss from his backpack and presents it grandly to the guard, slipping a few gold coins into his hand at the same time.
Pinesong is sure to bring along Vinius Borr too! He tells the people they freed that he knows someone who can keep them safe, make sure the people who took them are punished, and make sure they get back home, but they need to make a pitstop before they see him. He will bring everyone to see Yigrig, with the plan to give Yigrig the evidence they promised him to free Zig. (Or if they don't all want to go there then he will give the goblins the evidence so they can bring it to Yigrig). Then he plans to take everyone to see Roderus. He thinks that Roderus needs the peoples testimony and evidence and even Vinius' to properly punish Dulm. And he also thinks that Roderus will help the people get home safe or give them protection if they need it.
"WHY?"
Min nods. "I helped! Oh, yeah! And Layaali, I used up all your holy water helping to fight that demon."
"Yeah. We'll take you back to the monastery and you can talk on the way. And no more of those enchantments. My sister and I have slayed lots of beasts, you know. For real. So don't mess with us!" Min moves for the door so they can get on their way.
Sir Lansle smiles at Jeb’s talk of the First World. ”That’s my brother’s hat.” In answer to Smith he says, ”My brother and I were h-h-holy paladins in the service of Iomedae. We fought in the W-w-worldwound and saw many horrors. In the end we… Well, we died. We saved a lot of soldiers but d-d-demons tore us apart and…” Sir Lansle falls silent. ”Iomedae brought us back to life after that. But, I remember everything! Which is horrible! I d-d-don’t recommend being tortured to d-d-d-death by demons to anyone. I’m not…” He shivers and stammers too much to finish his sentence. ”Something went wrong with my b-b-b-brother’s resurrection. He looks like and old man now, and he d-d-d-doesn’t remember anything. Not even his own name. I think… I think that’s good sometimes. He’s happy. But also it’s sad. We can’t talk together like we used to. And he doesn’t remember me.” ”Death changes everyone. It made me a coward. But, I… I think it doesn’t matter if you’re scared of everything. What matters is you’re brave enough to do what’s right, even though you’re afraid.” ”…I hope.” At the sight of the diseased trees Sir Lansle holds out his shield and hides behind it. He draws his sword and holds it out in front of him but it wiggles around as he shivers in fear. Peeking around the edges of his shield he creeeeeeps closer. ”Stay b-b-b-back, everyone….” When he gets closer he looks at the diseased trees to see if he knows what is wrong.
Sir Lansle says ”Y-y-yikes!” as he sees the map. ”I know it s-s-sounds scary, Zenjaya… Cause it is! But we sh-sh-should g-g-go check it out later to m-m-make sure it’s d-d-destroyed." It sounds like Sir Lansle is so scared he’s going to faint. He takes a big gulp of air and walks into the next house.
Min takes the keys and inspects them. Then he gives them to Razif for safekeeping. ”Talking to the harpy was your idea. So you should keep these.” Then he looks at Drael. ”Also, we traded away your hand in marriage to Undrella in exchange for saving your life. So… you should probably prepare for that. Like… mentally. She really wants to marry you. And, you know, you’d be dead just like Uzma without her. OH! And Uzma’s dead. They killed him and peed on him.” Min nods. ”Which is horrible! And mean! Undrella saved you from that. I don’t like her very much, but I think she’s better than being horribly tortured, killed, and peed on. Hopefully you do too.”
Jastrokan is already there and painting when Rosie arrives. He's painted a picture of the table and the food. Even the pastries. As everyone arrives he starts to paint all of them, getting beautiful paintings of all of his team mates eating, laughing, and talking to one another. "Hey Rosie! OH! HI LOVISSA! Hi Toban! Hi Cerryl! Hi Jastrokan -- wait... What? HAHAHA!"
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