Martin Sheaffer
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Attention all Pathfinders the Blakros Museum will be empty during this ceremony. Please bring your fire, acid, explosives etc and we will take down that vile place once and for all. :)
Mazar - level 9 life cleric who has been there 3 times and when she heard there was a fourth need had a sudden need to leave town
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Attention all Pathfinders the Blakros Museum will be empty during this ceremony. Please bring your fire, acid, explosives etc and we will take down that vile place once and for all. :)
Mazar - level 9 life cleric who has been there 3 times and when she heard there was a fourth need had a sudden need to leave town
Pufff! Last time someone suggested burning the place down ("hot enough fire will burn ANYTHING, even rock") my reply was... and still is,
"Future Scenario...
"PFS 8-03 The Returning Blackros. Every year, on the vacant lot that once housed the museum, by the light of the full moon, a ghostly specter of the building returns...""
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"PFS 8-03 The Returning Blackros. Every year, on the vacant lot that once housed the museum, by the light of the full moon, a ghostly specter of the building returns...""
At PaizoCon, Mark shot down my original pitch of having the Blakros museum turn out to be animated object that went on to try and crash the wedding.
Maybe that decision was for the best.
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Martin Sheaffer wrote:Attention all Pathfinders the Blakros Museum will be empty during this ceremony. Please bring your fire, acid, explosives etc and we will take down that vile place once and for all. :)
Mazar - level 9 life cleric who has been there 3 times and when she heard there was a fourth need had a sudden need to leave town
Pufff! Last time someone suggested burning the place down ("hot enough fire will burn ANYTHING, even rock") my reply was... and still is,
"Future Scenario...
"PFS 8-03 The Returning Blackros. Every year, on the vacant lot that once housed the museum, by the light of the full moon, a ghostly specter of the building returns...""
I can see it..
Drandle Dreng.. "It's a simple job really.."
PCs: <look at him warily>
Drandle Dreng: "We just want you to do a delivery to the Blackros.."
PCs: <leap in mass out the window, dropping many floors to the ground below, hit the ground running>
Drandle Dreng: <sighs> "Should just give them the street address and not mention WHAT it is till they arrive.."