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Looking at his loud comrades, Qalim said with an hard, cold, soft, calculating and creepy voice
My dear friend, I'm Trade Prince Qalim Al Shama. You have endanger my business here. It seems you are working for the technic leage scums.
I strongly suggest that you talk to me about their wereabout in this town and all what you know. As I don't want any of my business be disturbed by such individual's actions.
If you don't I fear my friend here will use you as his new toy and lose my patience and began to burn you very, very, slowly.
Rand replies to Quinn's questions. "I did not reveal where the tome was, nor who I bought it from, but they seemed to know a lot. In fact, the man I bought the book from, a travelling Varisian bookseller in Eleder by the name of Sal Durivan—a guy who had no clue how much it was really worth. Well, he said he was also on his way north to Nantambu, and I figured it’d be better for me to deliver the book here rather than risk someone here recognizing its worth before I could secure its safekeeping. I haven’t seen Sal around town. I wonder if he ever made it, or if the Technic League got to him before they caught me.” Rand says.
Questioning the captured man, he tells Corb that he doesn't know what is in the other warehouses, his group was using them. Quailing a little at Qalim, the man says. "Our agents our everywhere, it is only a matter of time! We had a strong hunch you meddling Pathfinders had stolen what is ours! Do not delude yourself, the Technic League will crush any obstacles in our way! When I finally free myself and report my findings, I will return to repay my debt to you all!"
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"True," Quinn says in hushed tones to Sebastian, "but how wise would we be to let this zealot know exactly where the lodges are? His conviction demands recompense for his defeat. We risk more than merely us by letting him live."
He turns to the bound man. "I spared your life in an attempt to learn from you. If you have nothing worth saying beyond threats of revenge, I am afraid my efforts were for naught. Do you have anything you wish to add which might stymie the rageful actions of my friend here?"
The man spits on the ground at Qalim's feet. "We know everything. We know Rand bought the book from some peddler and other agents are in the process of tracking him down. We know the Pathfinder Society is a group of thieving murderers, who hoard away all that they steal. And, I know this village will burn to the ground before we leave without the tome"
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To Cairo, "And that is why she was shunned from a nation. More gods are patrons of protection, which is what this would be; protection from this one's future actions. Do not the Dawnflower's own paladins say 'I will redeem the ignorant with my words and my actions. If they will not turn toward the light, I will redeem them by the sword.'?" To emphasize his point, he redraws his scimitar.
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From outside, Corb responds 100% seriously to his favourite plan, with the distance regulating out his volume,
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The man continues to glare at the party, his cold, calculating eyes taking in everything.
Checking the gnome, you find she is dead from the mighty smiting of Fizzbeard.
While discussing what to do with the Technic agent, the party searches the bodies and the warehouse.
On the gnome, you find a potion of cure moderate wounds, screaming bolts (3), wand of grease (20 charges), wand of invisibility (21 charges), a light crossbow with 10 bolts, sickle bracers of armor +2, book of pressed fairy wings, and 168 gp
On the two robots, you find nothing, but masterwork spears.
On the, currently, alive man, you find a potion of cure moderate wounds, concentrated blue whinnis (1 dose), concentrated purple worm poison (1 dose), malyass root paste (2 doses), bloodroot (4 doses), +1 studded leather, +1 dagger, mwk dagger, aegis of recovery, belt of mighty constitution +2, cloak of resistance +1, alchemy kit, formulae book, and 451 gp.
3rd—awaken, baleful polymorph, bottled gelatinous cube, fly, haste, seek thoughts
2nd—alchemical allocation, anthropomorphic animal, barkskin, blood transcription, bull’s strength, false life, invisibility, touch injection, see invisibility
1st—ant haul, crafter's fortune, comprehend languages, cure light wounds, deathwatch, detect secret doors, disguise self, expeditious retreat, illusion of calm, jump, negate aroma, shield, true strike
The upper balcony contains several maps, lists of names, and reports from an ongoing investigation. One of the lists catches your attention.
Aya Allahe—Celestial half-blood. Access to limitless financial resources. Investigate relationship with Sharrowsmith’s Exports. Possible connection to Pathfinder Society.
Micky Threetoes—Suspected Aspis Consortium member. Group of thugs willing to smuggle nearly anything. Rumored in area. Investigate. Currently in Bloodcove....
Sal Durivan—Possible alias of Scznari scum Malcolm Vandium, last known name associated with our property. Investigate.
On a shelf on the second story balcony, the party also finds a pair of technological marvels: pharmaceuticals called hype and cureall.
PRICE: 250 GP
A synthetic adrenaline derivative once used by soldiers, hype boosts perception and reaction time but comes with some nasty side effects. This pharmaceutical has an onset time of 1 round and its effects last for 1 hour. It provides a +5 competence bonus on Perception checks and increases the user’s base land speed by 10 feet, but the user takes a –4 penalty on concentration checks and on all Intelligence-, Wisdom-, and Charisma-based skill checks (with the exception of Perception).
PRICE: 1,400 GP
A dose of cureall allows the target to attempt an additional saving throw against a single disease or poison effect currently afflicting him. This additional saving throw counts for the total number of successful saves needed to recover from the disease or poison. If the target is suffering from multiple afflictions, a single dose of cureall works against only the effect with the highest save DC currently afflicting him. Cureall also restores 1d4 points of ability damage or 1 point of ability drain that has been inflicted by a disease or poison, even if the user doesn’t succeed at the save. A dose cures any ability drain before curing ability damage. If the target is suffering from drain or damage to multiple ability scores, the cureall cures the score with the most damage or drain (or randomly selects one if multiple scores have equal drain or damage).
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Corb, barring objection, will dunk that formula book, poison collection, and alchemy kit into his collection and wear the +1 Studded Leather (and justify the thieves part of "murdererous thieves.")
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Quinn calmly replies as he strides toward the man, losing all joviality and theatrics. His movements are swift and purposeful. Driven, even. "Cairo, you are correct. He is not a threat. Right now. But look at his eyes. Cold. Calculating. He is but waiting for us to make a mistake. This sort of man cannot be reasoned with nor redeemed. The instant he sees an opening, he will take it and people will suffer. We do this not out of hatred nor bloodlust, but for the protection of innocent lives." With a quick stroke, Quinn runs his scimitar through the man's neck.
Wiping his blade, he returns it to his place and says with finality, "Discussion over. Your hands are clean in the eyes of your goddess and will judge not you but me for this one's blood. Now let's get back to the book and make sure it is safe."
Quinn draws the blade across the alchemist's throat and blood sprays everywhere! The man's eyes widen in shock as blood begins to bubble out of his mouth. With a last, gurgling breath, the man falls over dead.
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While everyone discusses the next step of action, a horridly bored Corb will open these doors (one way or another.)
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"I suggest you find Arvellos. Make sure he is safe and ensure he has not exposed the Society’s purchase to the Technic League. Beyond that, you should investigate the rumors of the League’s presence here in Nantambu. There are some in the city who report seeing strange happenings, unusual even by Nantambu’s standards. If the Technic League is indeed in Nantambu, we need to make sure they don’t learn of the Pathfinder Society’s presence or involvement in the book’s acquisition. Maybe you could plant rumors across the city of someone else’s involvement. Perhaps your Aspis Consortium friends in Bloodcove? Whatever it takes to lead the Technic League away from the city."
"In fact, the man I bought the book from, a travelling Varisian bookseller in Eleder by the name of Sal Durivan—a guy who had no clue how much it was really worth. Well, he said he was also on his way north to Nantambu, and I figured it’d be better for me to deliver the book here rather than risk someone here recognizing its worth before I could secure its safekeeping. I haven’t seen Sal around town. I wonder if he ever made it, or if the Technic League got to him before they caught me.
Corb opens the other warehouse doors, but finds the structures empty.