GMBobJones (PFS Classic) 5-21 The Merchant's Wake Tier 1-5 (Inactive)

Game Master TheBobJones

Five Merchants Introduction | Tactical


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Grand Lodge

Male LG Native Outsider (Undine) Watersinger Bard 5 | HP: 33/33 | AC: 19 (13 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 14 | F: 3, R: 7, W: 5; +4 vs bardic performance, language-dependent, and sonic; Resist Cold 5 | Init: +3 | Perc: +8, SM: +13 | Speed 30ft | Bardic Performance: 14/19 | Spells: 1st 3/5; 2nd 0/3 Hydraulic Push: 1/1; Reroll1/1; Coin 1/1 Active conditions: Inspire Courage +2/+2

"So, I think we focus on the following folks. Doritannia Raffella, Metella Rauger, Pellius Melkior and Jakti al’Awar. Methedios will approach Jakti to start with, Sun can talk to Metella, I'll talk to Doritannia, and Tiberius can talk to Pellius? Arthrax, you can either talk to Temal, and learn what you can from him, or double up with someone else... How does that sound?

"Find out what you can, ask if there is anything we can do to help them out. We should do whatever we can to positively influence these folks. Personally, I think we just exclude Temal, since one of us has had positive interactions with Metella before."

Z'hor'll looks pleased at himself.

Dark Archive

Male Human (Chelaxian) Level 4, #-5

"Sounds good to me," says Methodios matter-of-factly. He briefly considers testing his newly honed blade but thinks better of it. Need to make a good impression, and sliced furniture is unlikely to help with that.

"So we don't bore them, we should perhaps find a way to confer after a round of chats and then change it up a bit. Let's see how it goes," Methodios surprises even himself that he's paying attention to the strategies of diplomacy. Whether he's come up with a good plan or not... well, who knows. Who cares?

Grand Lodge

Male Human Fighter 4 / AC 25 T 12 FF 23 / HP 40/40 / F+7 R+3 W+2 / Init+1 / Perception+1

"I dunno. Sounds like a plan, I guess. I'll talk to this Passad character. See if I can work my Charms." The big man huffs, rolling his eyes. It's probably best if he isn't sent on his own to work his charms.

The Exchange

Male N Human (Varisian) Arcanist 5 | HP: 32/32 +13tmp| AC: 12 (12 Tch, 10 Fl) 16 (12 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: 0, CMD: 12 | F: +3, R: +4, W: +5 | Init: +6 | Perc: +3, SM: +2 | Speed 30ft | Arcane Reservoir: 1/8 | Spell slots: 1st 0/6; 2nd 2/5 | Active conditions: Mage armor, False life

"I'm actually interested in this al'Awar -fellow. If it is true what is said of him, he and I share an interest in magics and scholastic pursuits. So if Methodios doesn't mind, maybe we could switch our targets"

While waiting for the guests to arrive, Tiberius examines the premises. Although this is not a Sczarni business meeting, it is never bad to know if there are weapons hidden somewhere, and where is the quickest exit.


Dice Rolls | Tactical

Order: 1d5 ⇒ 1

The Mulāzim gathers the Pathfinders, gently waking Sun, and ushers them into the Entry Hall. There are quite a few more people gathered than when the Pathfinders first entered. They mostly congregate in small clusters, a few stand alone with drink in hand looking longingly for a group to join, or silently praying someone comes up to them. Each side is lined with well-dressed servants holding silvered trays. The trays hold light refreshments, and small Hors d'oeuvres.

The double door still stand ajar, and the Pathfinders can see groups of people closing in on the threshold.

The Mulāzim notices Tiberius pressing on door panels searching for a secret egress, admonishes Methodios to put the axe away now that people can see him, and gathers the group closer.

"It seems that Temel Passad of Druma is approaching. What you need to know about him is that he is very wealthy. He follows the Prophecies of Kalistrade, so he will abstain from physical contact with any of you, see the white, long-sleeved gloves, and he does not consume alcoholic beverages. He has hand some difficult negotiations with the Pathfinders, but recent times see him as more of an ally than an adversary.

He and Metella do not get along, but he sees this as more of a joke then truly taking it to heart. Rumor has it that he only decided to attend the funeral because he heard she would be here."

The tall man enters the hall, resplendent in his crisp, white linen rope. He is decorated ostentatiously with golden jewels and ornaments. He waves away a tray thrust towards him, scans the room, notices Sun, and makes his way towards the Pathfinders.

Dark Archive

Male Human Druid 3 / HP: 22 of 22 / Init: +3 / AC: 16 / FF: 13 / Touch: 13 / Fort: +4 / Reflex: +4 / Will: +6 / Perception: +8

As Passed walks towards to group, Sun nods his bald head slightly towards the merchant but stay in the back of to group, as if waiting for Passed to make the effort to greet him to ensure he does want to speak with him.

Dark Archive

Male Human (Chelaxian) Level 4, #-5

"Hello, Lord Temel Passad of Druma, my name is Methodios of Egorian," he bows low, "It is a pleasure to meet you. Sun was about to tell us of the first time you met. Perhaps you could illuminate us instead! I would dearly love to hear such a tale from you personally."

Methodios interrupts the tray-bearer that Passad shooed away, and procures a small Nidaese sherry for himself, "Mmm. You can almost taste the suffering that made this. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, and if you would like to chat about mutually beneficial trade agreements afterwards, we would be more than happy to lend you our ears," Methodios looks around and sees a few confused looks, "figuratively of course!"

Grand Lodge

Male Human Fighter 4 / AC 25 T 12 FF 23 / HP 40/40 / F+7 R+3 W+2 / Init+1 / Perception+1

Arthrax gives the man an awkward bow as he walks up. "Yes, mutually beneficent trade arrangements, or something similar. The Pathfinder Society views you as a very worthy ally, and we'd like to continue that trend."


Dice Rolls | Tactical

Sun and Methodios, Passad will be different than the last time you saw him, last time was the honeymoon phase, now he is just being himself

Walking towards Sun, Methodios steps in his way. He quickly takes a half-step backward to avoid physical contact with the Chelaxian.

He cocks his head to the side, looks at Methodios, and half-grins as if he has figured this one out.

"Well met ... Methodios is it? I was going to greet my old friend Sun over there, but he seems to be playing hard to get. We had a bit of a, misunderstanding last time, but you know, water under the bridge and all that. I am not sure if a funeral is the time or place for recounting stories of past exploits, there were some religious zealots, Society needs my coin, Passad is only too willing to help, then that stunted, bearded b++#* stole my prospective trading partner.

No matter, you say trade agreement? Between Chelaxian and me? Or the Society and me? I have given the society more than one opportunity and seems it is avoiding me like a one handed Kelshite beggar asking someone to wipe his ass. At least until it needs some golden ass paper, which I have in abundance." He chuckles at his own joke.


Dice Rolls | Tactical

Keep the party going: 1d4 ⇒ 2

The Mulāzim gathers the Pathfinders that are not currently engaged with Passad to inform them that his chief rival, Metella Rauger of the Five Kings Mountains , is approaching.

"Erm, well, no way around this, it going to get awkward very soon. You see, Metella is approaching, and well, there is absolutely no love lost between her and Passad.

Metella Rauger is a traveling representative of several Highhelm mercantile consortia. She recently signed a minor trade agreement with Aaqir al’Hakam, and thus far the arrangement has benefited her and the merchants she represents. Rumor has it she’s attending the funeral partly to take another opportunity to analyze al’Hakam and his subordinates and decide if a longer-term deal would be wise."

As the red-headed dwarf makes her way in to the Estate, she glances around, spies Passad speaking with Methodios, and Sun and a group of people behind them. She strides purposefully towards the group, lightly knocking into Passad.

"Oh I am so so sorry. Your golden baubles seem to have distracted me and my dwarven eyes haven't quite adjusted to the dim light in here from the harsh midday sun. A thousand apologies Kalistrocrat." she says with a grin and shallow head nod before moving past.

Passad turns an angry shade of pink before turning back to Methodios. "I have a proposition for you, if your interested. Meet me in a few minutes and I will give you the details."

Metella approaches Sun and gives the old druid a warm embrace. "So good to see you. How have you been? Who are your friends?"

Grand Lodge

Male LG Native Outsider (Undine) Watersinger Bard 5 | HP: 33/33 | AC: 19 (13 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 14 | F: 3, R: 7, W: 5; +4 vs bardic performance, language-dependent, and sonic; Resist Cold 5 | Init: +3 | Perc: +8, SM: +13 | Speed 30ft | Bardic Performance: 14/19 | Spells: 1st 3/5; 2nd 0/3 Hydraulic Push: 1/1; Reroll1/1; Coin 1/1 Active conditions: Inspire Courage +2/+2

With an overly dramatic flair Z'hor'll says, "Z'hor'll B'bble'brx at your service, my fine lady. I hope this day finds you well, in spite of the dour occasion. As it is the Qadiran tradition, perhaps we could talk a little bit about the futures?" He starts moving away from the Drumite, indicating to Metalla that she should follow.


Dice Rolls | Tactical

Looking the Undine in the eyes, "Right to the heart of the matter, Z'hor'll. Let's hear with you all have to say." she say in a gruff tone, following him away from Passad.

Dark Archive

Male Human (Chelaxian) Level 4, #-5

Methodios smiles at Passad. Now this is the sort of dealing I'm more used to!

"Certainly, Lord Passad. Shall we meet on the balcony?" Methodios secures another glass of the Nidalese sherry - such a dry liquor - and begins to subtly move towards the outer area.

I know this isn't the division we decided upon - but opportunity is a-knocking!

Grand Lodge

Male LG Native Outsider (Undine) Watersinger Bard 5 | HP: 33/33 | AC: 19 (13 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 14 | F: 3, R: 7, W: 5; +4 vs bardic performance, language-dependent, and sonic; Resist Cold 5 | Init: +3 | Perc: +8, SM: +13 | Speed 30ft | Bardic Performance: 14/19 | Spells: 1st 3/5; 2nd 0/3 Hydraulic Push: 1/1; Reroll1/1; Coin 1/1 Active conditions: Inspire Courage +2/+2

"I have found that many people are not as... amused... by the antics of social interaction. We are both people of the world, we know what really happens at these events. I have noticed, ma'am, that you and Passad have a bit of a strained relationship?

"I know that the Society has worked with you before... purchasing weapons for our endeavors in the World Wound, as I recall reading*, weapons that served the Society quite well.

"As you are aware, Society agents have a tendency to get themselves into situations where combat is required, and anyone who has been in this line of work realizes that the quality of one's materiel is nothing to cut corners on." He looks down at his rather mundane rapier, and sighs dramatically.

"I've personally not been able to aquire a quality weapon, yet, but I know that I would prefer a Five Mountain's forged blade, were I to have my druthers. Perhaps if your company could increase the number of blades shipped to the Pathfinder Society, agents such as myself wouldn't have make due with such shoddy work?"

* I am assuming some of this makes it into the Pathfinder Chronicles


Dice Rolls | Tactical
Methodios wrote:
"Certainly, Lord Passad. Shall we meet on the balcony?"

Pulling out a jade panda carved snuff box that is worth more than all the equipment Methodios is wearing, Passad grabs a pinch, and inhaling sharply begins rubbing his nostrils. Distractedly, he replies, "Sure that works. Any any friends you have that can avoid unwanted attention would also be useful." He moves to leave, but hesitates to see if any in the group move away from Metella to come and speak with him.

The Exchange

Male N Human (Varisian) Arcanist 5 | HP: 32/32 +13tmp| AC: 12 (12 Tch, 10 Fl) 16 (12 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: 0, CMD: 12 | F: +3, R: +4, W: +5 | Init: +6 | Perc: +3, SM: +2 | Speed 30ft | Arcane Reservoir: 1/8 | Spell slots: 1st 0/6; 2nd 2/5 | Active conditions: Mage armor, False life

"Good day, milady. I wish you most welcome on behalf of our humble employer," Tiberius gives an exaggerated bow, almost spilling some of his cheap Varisian wine on the floor. He hovers nearby, but doesn't take too much contact on the dwarven woman. This is Z'hor'll's mark, after all...


Dice Rolls | Tactical

"Good day .... whomever you are."

Turing to Z'hor'll, "You and I are speaking the same language here. This is exactly what I was telling Sun and his companions last time we met. Nothing like good Mountain's forged blade. We have been so successful in the past, can't see why we wouldn't do the same in the future. If your up for it, I do have a task I needing to be done. Something sneaky. Something mean. But something that would make me very happy." she says with a grin that makes the Undine glad he has not crossed this dwarf.

Grand Lodge

Male LG Native Outsider (Undine) Watersinger Bard 5 | HP: 33/33 | AC: 19 (13 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 14 | F: 3, R: 7, W: 5; +4 vs bardic performance, language-dependent, and sonic; Resist Cold 5 | Init: +3 | Perc: +8, SM: +13 | Speed 30ft | Bardic Performance: 14/19 | Spells: 1st 3/5; 2nd 0/3 Hydraulic Push: 1/1; Reroll1/1; Coin 1/1 Active conditions: Inspire Courage +2/+2

A big grin comes over the comedian's face... "Anything to make you happy! I LOVE making people happy! Did I tell you... wait, no, that's for another time."

Z'hor'll takes on a brief conspiratorial look, and asks, "Whatever may I do for you, milady?"

Grand Lodge

Male Human Fighter 4 / AC 25 T 12 FF 23 / HP 40/40 / F+7 R+3 W+2 / Init+1 / Perception+1

Arthrax grows excited at Passad's manner and his invitation to Methodios to join him outside. This seemed like something juicy to get things rocking. Then the added requirement of 'friends who can avoid unwanted attention' was given, and the warrior's shoulders slump. He jingled and jangled like a marching army, so that surely excluded him.

Instead, he stays with Sun, Z'hor'll, and Metella, and finds his interest again piqued as the dwarf mentions a task, as well. The fighter remains quiet, just standing competently behind the Undine as he awaits further information.

Dark Archive

Male Human Druid 3 / HP: 22 of 22 / Init: +3 / AC: 16 / FF: 13 / Touch: 13 / Fort: +4 / Reflex: +4 / Will: +6 / Perception: +8

Sun gives a small bow to Metella as she walks to the group, eyes widening briefly at the intentional run in with Passad. "These are my rather new set of friends. The other crew you seen me with have moved on to other opportunities within the Society, as I am sure you are well aware of. Good talent can be hard to come by. Otherwise I can say that I have been well since the rescue of your brethren." Sun says to Metella, trying to studiously avoid making eye contact with Passad for the time being."I do hope this task you have for us doesn't involve any more religious zealots, I have had my fair share of them for now."

The Exchange

Male N Human (Varisian) Arcanist 5 | HP: 32/32 +13tmp| AC: 12 (12 Tch, 10 Fl) 16 (12 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: 0, CMD: 12 | F: +3, R: +4, W: +5 | Init: +6 | Perc: +3, SM: +2 | Speed 30ft | Arcane Reservoir: 1/8 | Spell slots: 1st 0/6; 2nd 2/5 | Active conditions: Mage armor, False life

The idea of chatting with a dwarf makes Tiberius yawn, and he starts regretting opening his mouth. Looking for an escape, he notices Methodios talking with Passad and happens to overhear a little of the passed words. Avoid unwanted attention… Now this sounds lucrative… With one fluid motion, the Varisian bows, leaves Metella, and joins Passad and Methodios. ”Lord Passad, I am very delighted to make your acquaintance. I am Tiberius Scaevola of …uh.. Magnimar. And as a matter of fact, I did happen to hear you were in need of -and I quote - 'friends who can avoid unwanted attention'. Well, look no further, Lord Passad. ‘Discreet’ is written down the Varisian bloodline,” Tiberius winks and takes another sip from his glass.


Dice Rolls | Tactical

Passad adresses Tiberius: "Pleased to meet you, Tiberius.". Passad looks from Methodios to Tiberius. "Did you also grow tired of talking to that insufferable dwarf. Fine Five King's Mountain Steel, blah blah.. She is a relic. Time will pass her swifter than a boulder falling down one of her mountains. My way is the way of the future. You gentlemen seem to know how to accomplish a task. Quietly. No questions asked. When I meet Methodios on the balcony, feel free to accompany him."


Dice Rolls | Tactical

Next: 1d3 ⇒ 3

The Mulāzim intones, "It seems more guests have arrived, Jakti al’Awar, Kelishite noble"

The Pathfinders can see a large and somewhat physically imposing figure striding into the Hall. A holy symbol rests in a fold of his cloth belt. Upon entering he sees the cleric Umut that Aaqir al’Hakam has asked to preside over the service, and immediately turns away from him and strides towards the Pathfinders. They can see he is flanked by his two bodyguards.

"Well, quite the striking figure is he not? Those two bodyguards, they are Hakim and Amalia.

Jakti al’Awar has spent much time abroad and only recently returned to Qadira. He maintains a small business in magic items, and some speculate that his travels and business are primarily for scholarly purposes. What is known is mostly speculation; he is something of an unknown here.

Grand Lodge

Male LG Native Outsider (Undine) Watersinger Bard 5 | HP: 33/33 | AC: 19 (13 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 14 | F: 3, R: 7, W: 5; +4 vs bardic performance, language-dependent, and sonic; Resist Cold 5 | Init: +3 | Perc: +8, SM: +13 | Speed 30ft | Bardic Performance: 14/19 | Spells: 1st 3/5; 2nd 0/3 Hydraulic Push: 1/1; Reroll1/1; Coin 1/1 Active conditions: Inspire Courage +2/+2
Z'hor'll B'bblebr'x wrote:

A big grin comes over the comedian's face... "Anything to make you happy! I LOVE making people happy! Did I tell you... wait, no, that's for another time."

Z'hor'll takes on a brief conspiratorial look, and asks, "Whatever may I do for you, milady?"

Was wondering what her favor was before we move on.


Dice Rolls | Tactical

Due to the shear number of PCs and NPCs that will be in play, maybe we want to introduce some sort of indicator as to whom we are addressing. I don't want it to break the flow of the gamplay thread, so maybe an {ooc}<insert name>{/ooc}

Speaking to Z'hor'll, Metella answers his question. "See how Passad is always reaching for that snuff box? Disgusting habit." she spits on the floor. "Well we are all eventually going to give a farewell speech for the dearly departed Zarmina Bahjari. I know that Passad will not miss that opportunity to tout his attributes. Wouldn't it be great if you could somehow replace his snuff with this sneezing powder before the speeches. Har Har." she laughs. "What say you?"

If you agree she gives you the pouch of sneezing powder, remember is doesn't have to be Z'hor'll himself to do the deed/

Grand Lodge

Male Human Fighter 4 / AC 25 T 12 FF 23 / HP 40/40 / F+7 R+3 W+2 / Init+1 / Perception+1

Arthrax's eyes widen as Metella asks her favor. He suddenly decides to be the chief diplomat to Jakti al'Awar. He strides up forcefully to the man, then bows deeply, if clumsily. Jakti "Greetings, my lord. Arthrax of the Pathfinder Society, at your service!" The burly warrior wonders what exactly that service might be...


Dice Rolls | Tactical

Metella laughs at Sun's jest. "No more Ramazri for me at least. Friends of Sun are friends of mine." she says in a warm voice.

Dark Archive

Male Human (Chelaxian) Level 4, #-5

Methodios waits patiently for Passad to also come to the balcony. The merchant is in no hurry, however, and Methodios rapidly grows bored. "One... two... three... four... five..." the slayer nods his head in satisfaction, "Yep, five seconds for my spit to hit the ground. Means we're about eighty feet up." A noise from behind causes Mehtodios to spin around. Noting that it is finally Temel Passad, he bows in greeting.

"So, what is this little matter you would have me and mine take care of?" Methodios looks around to the otherwise empty balcony, "Not too sure of my companions' abilities yet, just met them. Let's see what the task is and I'll make sure I pick the right people for the job. I'm a pretty good judge of a man's abilities."


Dice Rolls | Tactical

Jakti to Arthrax

"Ahh, I am no lord. Pathfinder you say? Travel much? I have recently returned from an expedition to the Land of the Linnorm Kings. Nearly froze my privates off. Nonetheless, glad to be back here. Although I do not believe that my body has quite acclimated yet." Turning to his bodyguards, "Hakim and Amalia, go see about opening some windows in this sweat tent."
Turing back to Arthrax, "At my service you say. Interesting turn of phrase at a Merchant's wake. What mean you by that?"

Passad to Methodios & Tiberius

"A thousand apologies for the delay. Much business to be had here. Almost wish she would have died sooner." Realizing what he has just said, he blushes slightly. "Not really died sooner, more of an expression. Although fits with the occasion does it not? So let me lat it ot for you gentlemen. It is no secret that there is not love lost between Metella and I. I would love for her to make a fool of herself here, in front of all these influential people. She is obviously as dumb as the stones she loves so much, and I have heard that she carries her speech that she will deliver at the wake on her person or in her quarters. If one of you could lift it off of her, or enter her apartment and steal it, well I would be most grateful. Just ask your friend Sun how grateful I can be. Do we have a deal?"

Grand Lodge

Male Human Fighter 4 / AC 25 T 12 FF 23 / HP 40/40 / F+7 R+3 W+2 / Init+1 / Perception+1

Arthrax had just returned from the hellish desert himself, almost dying from heat exhaustion in the temple of some devil-god. He almost wished that he had been sent to the Land of the Linnorm Kings. Almost.

Arthrax winces inside, what DID he mean by that? Oh well, there'd be time for a lessons learned review later on how to keep his mouth shut. Time to reap what he had sewn. "As Pathfinders, we are dedicated to opening up new avenues for ourselves and our allies through trade, information, the list goes on. You are an important man around here, and we make it a habit of making friends with such people."

"As for travel, yes, I do happen to get around. Recently returned from Meraz Desert, actually. And Absalom before that."

Dark Archive

Male Human Druid 3 / HP: 22 of 22 / Init: +3 / AC: 16 / FF: 13 / Touch: 13 / Fort: +4 / Reflex: +4 / Will: +6 / Perception: +8

Sun scratches an itch on the back of his head, pondering if he could pull this off. "Well, I am not quite sure i could pull something like that off. As humorous and harmless it would be, I am afraid that I would get caught in the act. That little trinket of a snuff box does look awfully expensive and I doubt he would relinquish it so easily. What about you Z'hor'll? Think you can do it?"

Dark Archive

Male Human (Chelaxian) Level 4, #-5

"My Lord, that does sound interesting. It would certainly embarrass Metalla," Methodios taps his chin, "Tiberius and I would need to confer, of course, but I think it is within our abilities. We will see what we can do. In the meantime, we'd best head back in and see to it that the others are not being ignored. There is a funeral to be had!"

Methodios tries to politely disengage and head back inside. He will go to his original "target", Jakti al'Awar.


Dice Rolls | Tactical

Jakti to Arthrax

The large man takes a half step closer to Arthrax. Looming down, "I for one welcome new business opportunities, but I am discriminate in whom I choose to associate with. We know the Pathfinders have the 'murder hobo' reputation, what was your business in the Meraz Desert."

Turning abruptly, "By the Everlight is it hot in here. Cannot we get some sort of breeze? I cannot concentrate in this heat" He whips around looking for Hakim and Amalia looking downtrodden and a bit afraid.

Hakim begins, "The twice cursed servants would not open any windows. Said Aaqir doesn't want 'em open because of spying or some such nonsense."

Jakti wipes his sweaty brow, "I don't suppose you could talk to someone and get some windows open?" he queries to Arthrax.


Dice Rolls | Tactical

1d2 ⇒ 2

Once the Pathfinders have broken away from their current conversations, he begins his droll back story on the new merchant arriving.

"It looks as if Pellius Melkior of Andoran is next to arrive."

The Pathfinder see a clean-shaven man of average height with sandy-brown hair enter the Hall.

The Mulāzim continues, "Pellius is an Andoren dealer in spices and textiles who has built his business on steady business with the Five Kings Mountains. He recently signed a contract with that nation to provide arms and armor to Andoran’s Eagle Knights. Rumor has it that he is selling the surplus to Taldor. This one thinks he is looking for an even bigger opportunity here."

The Andoran sees Metella and begins to walk over to greet her.

The Exchange

Male N Human (Varisian) Arcanist 5 | HP: 32/32 +13tmp| AC: 12 (12 Tch, 10 Fl) 16 (12 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: 0, CMD: 12 | F: +3, R: +4, W: +5 | Init: +6 | Perc: +3, SM: +2 | Speed 30ft | Arcane Reservoir: 1/8 | Spell slots: 1st 0/6; 2nd 2/5 | Active conditions: Mage armor, False life

To Passad
"Now this truly sounds familiar way of business," Tiberius smirks at Passad's request. "Perhaps the dwarf lady will misplace her notes, we shall see... Now, if you excuse me while I greet the other guests." Bowing deep, the Varisian leaves Passad's company, and heads back inside.

To Jakti
Inside, Tiberius almost bumps into the sweating Jakti Al'Awar. "Mister Al'Awar, I am Tiberius Scaevola, a wizard in service of Pathfinders Society. I have heard you travel in pursuit of knowledge and items of magical nature. As I am interested in such topics, I am very keen on hearing about your endeavors. Are you quite all right? You seem uncomfortable... May I get you a cold drink to ease your discomfort? " Tiberius asks and is already waving a servant to fetch a drink.

Dark Archive

Male Human (Chelaxian) Level 4, #-5

Noting that Jakti is already occupied by Tiberius, Methodios rolls with it and approaches Pellius Melkior instead. He waits for him to have a quick chat with Metella first, and then introduces himself to them both.

"Greetings Metalla Rauger of the Five Kingdoms and Pellius Melkior of Andoran. I am Methodios of Egorian," Methodios watches carefully for a reaction, "Mister Melkior, I know our Peoples are not aligned in any way, but please allow me to assure you that I have moved on from their... uh... restrictive ways.

"In fact," begins Methodios conversationally to the pair, "I don't even remember most my early life there. When I was a young boy, I took up with a merchant vessel and we travelled the seas together. I quickly became more of a soldier on board than a sailor, but I still do enjoy the salt spray in my face and the wind at my back as I perch myself out on the bowsprit. A magical feeling of freedom, that is, like no other - except, perhaps, flying.

"I of course returned home eventually, but when I am especially sad for whatever reason - I still find myself longing for the life of a sailor again."

When Passad is out of earshot and Methodios can get some time alone with Metalla.

"I'm afraid, my dear trading partner, that Passad really despises you," Methodios doesn't say this like it is anything new, more to let the dwarf know that she has his sympathies, "He has asked me, though I do not know why he trusts me, to procure your speech that it may embarrass you to lose it. I would very much like to help you to turn the tables. Do you think that you could provide me with a fake speech that I may slip to Passad in its stead?"

If I'm allowed, Methodios would also like to return to Pellius and chat about local customs.

Grand Lodge

Male Human Fighter 4 / AC 25 T 12 FF 23 / HP 40/40 / F+7 R+3 W+2 / Init+1 / Perception+1

Arthrax returns to their droll information-giver, a smile on his face. It seemed gaining Jakti's favor might be relatively easy, compared to all the double-dealing and backstabbing the others seemed to want to engage in. He bluntly asks the Mulazim, "Any chance we can get some of these windows open and get a breeze flowing through here? Before you blow this off, I think it would go a long way towards making Jakti over there in a much better mood to favorably view trade with your master."

Grand Lodge

Male LG Native Outsider (Undine) Watersinger Bard 5 | HP: 33/33 | AC: 19 (13 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 14 | F: 3, R: 7, W: 5; +4 vs bardic performance, language-dependent, and sonic; Resist Cold 5 | Init: +3 | Perc: +8, SM: +13 | Speed 30ft | Bardic Performance: 14/19 | Spells: 1st 3/5; 2nd 0/3 Hydraulic Push: 1/1; Reroll1/1; Coin 1/1 Active conditions: Inspire Courage +2/+2

"Sounds like a fine idea to me. I've got a favor to ask of you all... Any way you could get this itching powder into he drumites snuff box?"


Dice Rolls | Tactical

Jakti to Tiberius

The large man turns to Tiberius "Ah thank you. A cool refreshment would be nice yet I fear that it would only be a temporary solution. My travels have taken be far and wide. Before heading in to the Land of Linnorm Kings, I headed into Galt, specifically Graltong. That was quite a troubling place, but to see the refugees, the disparate revolutionaries was most fascinating. They were in much need of my magical wares. I always love to see how people resolve their differences."


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Metella to Methodios

"Hah, what an interesting story. Personally hate sailing. Last time I sailed I spent too much time with Passad for my taste beneath deck. Sun was a most excellent traveling companion, as were his friends, Shall I think his name was. Big Shaonti. Liked to kill too much for my taste."

Listening to his story about Passad, her eyes go wide. "Well you have my gratitude. A fake speech you say. I am sure that can be arranged." Metella wears a clouded expression.

Talk to whomever you want


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@ Arthrax & Z'hor'll We'll do tasks later, no need to worry about them now.


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The Mulazim pulls the Pathfinder over one last time. "And finally Doritannia Raffaela of Taldor arrives."

The Pathfinder see an attractive Taldan woman in her 30s with long brown hair. She is dressed finely.

He continues, "“Doritannia Raffella buys and sells alcohol and spirits. She comes from a common household yet elevated her status through her own acumen and hard work, though she recently fell on hard times. No doubt her experience would be a valuable asset to any business venture.” Rumor has it Passad bailed her out."

The woman walks gracefully into the Hall, and stops to grab a glass of fine red wine. Watching her, the Pathfinders see her drain the glass almost in one gulp. She then moves on to the tray of delicacies and grabs a handful before downing them, chewing loudly with her mouth open. People near to her shift slightly away from the loud chewing.

Grand Lodge

Male LG Native Outsider (Undine) Watersinger Bard 5 | HP: 33/33 | AC: 19 (13 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 14 | F: 3, R: 7, W: 5; +4 vs bardic performance, language-dependent, and sonic; Resist Cold 5 | Init: +3 | Perc: +8, SM: +13 | Speed 30ft | Bardic Performance: 14/19 | Spells: 1st 3/5; 2nd 0/3 Hydraulic Push: 1/1; Reroll1/1; Coin 1/1 Active conditions: Inspire Courage +2/+2

Seizing on an opportunity, the undine quickly moves over to the Taldane merchant. He takes a deep, theatrical bow, and says "Doritannia Refella, I am pleased to meet your acquaintance! I am Z'hor'll B'bblbr'x, representative of the Pathfinder Society." [i]'She's a bit rough around the edges, which we can perhaps use to our advantage.

"It is always a sorrowful event when the head of a family falls, though often a time for the establishment of fast friends." He grabs a glass for both of them from a passing server. "Why, I was just saying the other day that the Grand Lodge's many taprooms are always short of fine spirits. If only we could secure a new source of fine beverages, our celebrations of successes, and lamentations of failure, would be far better served, for who has a greater thirst than adventurers such as we?"

Gunari would be so perfect in this scenario. He'd be having a blast!

Grand Lodge

Male Human Fighter 4 / AC 25 T 12 FF 23 / HP 40/40 / F+7 R+3 W+2 / Init+1 / Perception+1

Arthrax nods. "Sounds like my kind of woman." He proceeds to walk to the comely woman, giving her a shallow bow and likely shallower grin. "Good day, my Lady. The Pathfinder Society extends its welcome to you at this most grievous event."

Dark Archive

Male Human Druid 3 / HP: 22 of 22 / Init: +3 / AC: 16 / FF: 13 / Touch: 13 / Fort: +4 / Reflex: +4 / Will: +6 / Perception: +8

"Well Metella, I should go and make my rounds, as odious of a custom it is. It looks like Z'hor'll and I can take care of your request, but timing is everything. I am sure I will see you around, small space in here after all." Sun says, bowing his head down and to the side slightly before walking off to rub proverbial elbows. Breaking off from Z'hor'll, he goes over to meet with Pellius.

"Greetings Pellius, my name is Sun Desin and I am here on behalf of the Pathfinders to show respect for the recently departs, as I am sure everybody here is. A little birdy told me that you trade in herbs and spices. Do you by chance know of any use for Taraxacum officinale? They are growing everywhere it seems these days but I have yet to find a good use for them. And between you and me, the soup is awful.

Dark Archive

Male Human (Chelaxian) Level 4, #-5

"So, Pellius," Methodios says, rounding upon the man with a fresh glass of iced water, "Did you know that there are over a hundred thousand people here in this Glorious Golden city of Katheer? More than even Egorian boasts! They are even at the forefront of what is becoming known as the 'medical' profession with its College of... oh, I forget the proper name... Chirurgens or some such. Quite the achievement for camel farmers, wouldn't you say?" Methodios tries to affect a joking tone, but is unused to it.

"What brings you here? I mean, here to Qadira - not here in the palace to mourn the passing of Trade Princess Zarmina Bahjari."


Dice Rolls | Tactical

As the Pathfinders mix and mingle notice that many of the guests are leaving the Hall, some return, others do not. The Pathfinder conclude that either their business has been concluded or, they tire in the midday heat. Metella is one that has left the Halls.


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In my surprising flurry of posts last night, I forgot to mention to make a sense motive check when first talking to Doritannia

Z'hor'll Sense Motive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

Z'hor'll:
You notice that she glances at Passad frequently when answering questions as if to make sure she is answering correctly.

"Well met Z'hor'll." she says. He notices a herb of some sort on her teeth as she is talking to him. "Selling spirits to the Society, why I just thought you all went around flashing your swords, and stealing ancient statues. Interesting proposition."


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Doritannia to Arthrax

Arthrax Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"Why thank you for the warm welcome. It is a grievous event. Your name, sir?"


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Pellius to Sun

"Greetings Sun. Ah the common Saenrae golden top. Pain in the ass that one. You seem to know your herbs. But do you know the best way to harvest the everbud where you don't get the bitter endosperm? That is worth its weight in silver dust."

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