[PFS CORE] GM Alias 0-06: Black Waters (Inactive)

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Venture-Captain Drandle Drenge, a stout and hardy Taldan with thin, graying hair and a thick, bushy mustache, unfurls a map on his butcher-block table and places a meaty finger on the parchment. “The abandoned district of Beldrin’s Bluff was once the gem of Absalom’s Precipice District—now it is but a weathered crag of broken rock at the edge of the roiling sea. When the great quake hit ten years ago, entire blocks of the Bluff sheared from the mainland. Cliffside tearooms and exclusive estates fell into the waves and carried hundreds of nobles to a watery grave. An elite academy, called the Tri-Towers Yard, remained on the mainland, but sank wholesale into the earth. Children unfortunate enough to survive the quake lay pinned under debris as sewer water slowly rose from the ground and drowned them. Nearly every student perished."

“Today, crumbled stone walls and weed-filled lots sprawl where gentlemen’s clubs once filled with pipe smoke and hobnobbing lords. The Drownyard—er, that’s what the illmannered call the school these days—lies behind a fence of black iron pikes, constructed by the families of the dead to discourage morbid trespassers."

“Even respected archaeological groups have been denied official access. Our own Society has itched to explore the site ever since the quake—that is, ever since we discovered that the school fell through the roof of a lost necropolis. Unfortunately, the emotional trauma attached to the school has remained fresh. But finally, after ten years of mourning, the politically-connected families of dead students have sanctioned our delve request.”

With a toothy smile and a clap, Drenge says, “I’m pleased to announce that I’ve selected your team for the delve. I want you to find a way into the necropolis, document your findings with professional detail, and recover artifacts of historical significance. The Society is interested in one artifact in particular—a two-finger ring topped with a ruby salamander.”

Scarab Sages

F HP: 37(48)/37(48) | AC: 16 T: 12(16 vs incorp.) FF: 14| CMB/CMD: 3/15 DF: 5/7
Spells Active:
See Invisibility, Mage Armor, False Life, Haste
F+4 R+4 W+4 (+2 vs death)| Init +4(always act in surprise rounds) Perc +8

Checking in!

The Exchange

Female Human Sorceress 2/Fighter 1| AC: 14/13/11 | HP: 21/21 | Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +3 | CMB +2, CMD 15 | Init +3 | Perc +1

Checking in.

Silver Crusade

CORE Male Human (2.0A CORE) Pal 2 | HP 21/22; AC 20;TCH 13; FF 17; F +7; R +4; W+5; CMB +5; CMD 18; INIT +4; Smite 1/1; Lay on Hands 1/3; Arrows 19/20 | Wands: CLW 47/50

Dot

Dark Archive

Male Gnome Sorceror 4 | AC 17 T 13 FF 15 | HP 26/26 | F +3 R +3 W +4 | Init +2 | Perc +6
Per diem:
7/7 Laughing Touch, 7/7 lvl 1 spells, 4/4 lvl 2 spells
Reroll - Used to forced march

A gnome with bright blue hair sprouting from all over his head sits, listening with great concern to the briefing. All those poor younglings. Was there no warning? No hope for escape?

As the briefing ends, he turns to the other Pathfinders. He adjusts the brim of his wizard's hat, the top torn off to allow a massive plume of blue hair escape vertically from his head. Lost in there somewhere is a little tin crown.

"I am Aloisius Rudolpho Ata--- *gasp* Lady Reza! How pleasant to see you again! Oh, right, right, not Lady, bad title, wrong meaning, but still a good lady with a little L." He runs over to her and shakes her hand excitedly before seeming to remember manners and bow a little before releasing her hand. He turns back to the rest of the group.

"Anyway, I am Aloisius Rudolpho Atama Ymerawdwr Lanlen the Mashugana Master gnome! Leave the castings and spell stuffs to me! Just, don't let those baddies get too close. Ain't no good up close and personal against them savage blades."

Liberty's Edge

Male Human Cleric 2 (HP: 17/17 | AC: 18/12/16 | F+5 R+3 W+5 | Init +6 | Percep +2 SM +6)

A chuckle rises from the human as he sips from his mug. "Oh, my apologies. Quite good to meet you, Aliosius. I was just thinking about who would save their souls. Perhaps you'd leave that to me. I'm Kevan Pryce, a priest of the Accidental God." he bows to the rest."[/b]

"So this is mostly about a ring, eh?"

The Exchange

Female Human Sorceress 2/Fighter 1| AC: 14/13/11 | HP: 21/21 | Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +3 | CMB +2, CMD 15 | Init +3 | Perc +1

Raven puts her fingers to her lips as the venture-captain tells the story, her eyes wide. "Oh gosh, that's horrible! Those poor kids!" A girl of sixteen, Raven's dark hair falls down to her shoulders, her face and bare arms soft and smooth with youth. She is dressed in garb clearly meant for colder weather than this, with ample padding and fur trim, though she keeps her outer jacket and overtrousers in her pack. She carries no visible weapons, and at her waist are only a pair of waterskins. "We should bury them when we're there."

Liberty's Edge

Male Human Cleric 2 (HP: 17/17 | AC: 18/12/16 | F+5 R+3 W+5 | Init +6 | Percep +2 SM +6)

"What's so special about this ring? Is it magical?" The priest sips from his mug again, some of the drink wetting his beard.

Silver Crusade

CORE Male Human (2.0A CORE) Pal 2 | HP 21/22; AC 20;TCH 13; FF 17; F +7; R +4; W+5; CMB +5; CMD 18; INIT +4; Smite 1/1; Lay on Hands 1/3; Arrows 19/20 | Wands: CLW 47/50

A large man stands grasping a shield made of darkwood. The shield emblazoned with what appears to be a giant dark green octopus face. A multitude of tentacles dangling from the bottom of the portrait. The creature seems to be glaring with a series of ten eyes painted upon the beast.

Greetings I am Ranor. I won't let any of those baddies reach you Master Gnome

Scarab Sages

F HP: 37(48)/37(48) | AC: 16 T: 12(16 vs incorp.) FF: 14| CMB/CMD: 3/15 DF: 5/7
Spells Active:
See Invisibility, Mage Armor, False Life, Haste
F+4 R+4 W+4 (+2 vs death)| Init +4(always act in surprise rounds) Perc +8

The robes she wears bear the personal symbol of the wizard Nex. Her straw-blonde hair is tied back in a practical ponytail, and her skin is the kind of pale that burns in the sun.

Imrana waves at Aloisus.

"Oh, hello again, Aloisus! Um...do not worry about titles and all that. I was just rambling about that. It is not big deal."

Her voice has the clear tinge of a Garundi accent, as well as the cheerful, matter-of-fact tone of precocious youth.

"Oh! I am most sorry! I have forgotten to introduce myself to everyone else. Greetings, everyone. My name is Imrana. I am a wizard, personally sworn to serve the Great Nex and to oppose Geb and undead everywhere. I am here seeking ways to help free the Great Nex."

She bows, then pulls out a tome and writes out notes in shorthand.

"Oh, if I ask any questions, please do not mind. I have been in stasis for 4139 years."

She goes back to writing, humming an upbeat tune.

Basically, she's the enchantress follower from Diablo 3

Grand Lodge

Elf Paladin: 1 HPS: 15/15 AC 18 (FF15, touch 13) fort+2 ref +3 will+3 Perception:+0, Init +5

A thin elf with pale white hair leaning on a long spear rubs some dirt of his clothes as he listens to what's going on.

"Hi, I'm Caelben. I'm a farmer..or I think it's better to say ..I was a farmer, until I got called to serve the greater good..I hope I will do the right thing..I'm still a bit new to this"

Caelben looks a bit nervous holding his long spear in his hands

Dark Archive

Male Gnome Sorceror 4 | AC 17 T 13 FF 15 | HP 26/26 | F +3 R +3 W +4 | Init +2 | Perc +6
Per diem:
7/7 Laughing Touch, 7/7 lvl 1 spells, 4/4 lvl 2 spells
Reroll - Used to forced march

As if on cue, Aloisius nods and repeats, "The greater good..."

Scarab Sages

F HP: 37(48)/37(48) | AC: 16 T: 12(16 vs incorp.) FF: 14| CMB/CMD: 3/15 DF: 5/7
Spells Active:
See Invisibility, Mage Armor, False Life, Haste
F+4 R+4 W+4 (+2 vs death)| Init +4(always act in surprise rounds) Perc +8

Imrana's brow furrows at Aloisius's strange repetition of Caelben's words.

"The greater good?"

Imrana looks to Aloisius, a quizzical expression on her face.

"Why did you repeat him?"

Dark Archive

Male Gnome Sorceror 4 | AC 17 T 13 FF 15 | HP 26/26 | F +3 R +3 W +4 | Init +2 | Perc +6
Per diem:
7/7 Laughing Touch, 7/7 lvl 1 spells, 4/4 lvl 2 spells
Reroll - Used to forced march

The gnome repeats in the same monotonous voice. "The greater good."

But is promptly back to his normal self. "I dunno, I just heard it in a play once and it sorta just became habit!"


“The ring does indeed have a bit of an interesting story. In ancient times, a wealthy merchant cut a ruby salamander ring from the hand of young cat burglar named Horastian. Horastian later became a renowned information broker and art collector. The Pathfinder Society hopes to magically locate the long-dead thief and his fabled hoard by using the ring as a divination focus.”

Drandle Drenge pulls an iron key from his waistcoat. “I leave you with the key to the Drownyard gate. Remember, the Drownyard is a deeply personal site for many powerful Inner Sea families. You will tread upon the graves of their children. Be sure to give the site the respect it deserves.”

Knowledge(local), DC10:
The Tri-Towers Yard was an elite academy for the youth of the noblest families of Beldrin’s Bluff. The quake struck at noonday. The children were buried in rubble, and as the sea frothed up from below, it carried unnatural things, tormented dead long ago interred in a hidden necropolis beneath the academy. No one survived. Now the TriTowersYard is known as the Drownyard, a desolate ruin filled with strange black ichors and salty brine.

As the group is leaving, a household page in fine livery approaches the party. He hands the group a note written on delicate (but expensive) parchment. Dinner Invitation After delivering the message, he turns on his heels and walks away without uttering a word.

Dark Archive

Male Gnome Sorceror 4 | AC 17 T 13 FF 15 | HP 26/26 | F +3 R +3 W +4 | Init +2 | Perc +6
Per diem:
7/7 Laughing Touch, 7/7 lvl 1 spells, 4/4 lvl 2 spells
Reroll - Used to forced march

Knowledge (local) untrained: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

Aloisius is struck by revelation of memory regarding the destination. "Before we go to this dinner party thingy, we may want to hit the shops before they close, get some stuff for oozes and unnatural dead or undead stuffs. You know, stuff what may have come up from the neck-rop-uh-list when the place flooded?" He looks down at his diminutive stature and adds, "Perhaps some water wings, too?"

The Exchange

Female Human Sorceress 2/Fighter 1| AC: 14/13/11 | HP: 21/21 | Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +3 | CMB +2, CMD 15 | Init +3 | Perc +1

Knowledge (local): 1d20 ⇒ 20 Wow, talk about a waste of a good roll.

Raven reads the note excitedly. "Ooo, a dinner party! Do you think they'll be expecting us to dress up?"

"Good idea," she nods to the gnome. "Those things are creepy." She giggles at his last comment. "Don't like water, huh?"

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Silver Crusade

CORE Male Human (2.0A CORE) Pal 2 | HP 21/22; AC 20;TCH 13; FF 17; F +7; R +4; W+5; CMB +5; CMD 18; INIT +4; Smite 1/1; Lay on Hands 1/3; Arrows 19/20 | Wands: CLW 47/50

Knowledge Local: 1d20 ⇒ 9

Hmm. Either way I will rid the city of the vermin.

Looking at his bag of coins he wishes that he had enough to purchase Noble's clothes fitting for this dinner.

Grand Lodge

Elf Paladin: 1 HPS: 15/15 AC 18 (FF15, touch 13) fort+2 ref +3 will+3 Perception:+0, Init +5

Caelben tries to rub even more dirt from his clothes

"Do you think we make a decent enough impression if we go to the dinner party like this?"

Liberty's Edge

Male Human Cleric 2 (HP: 17/17 | AC: 18/12/16 | F+5 R+3 W+5 | Init +6 | Percep +2 SM +6)

Knowledge, Local: 1d20 ⇒ 3

"It sounds like we don't have a choice." He grunts. "Well, the Lucky Drunk didn't choose the Test, it chose him, and so this shall be with us too. I just hope they aren't expecting a priest to be wearing jewels. I think I can find a clean robe back at the Church. Maybe one without ale stains."

"Never let it be said, I turned down a party!" He turns to Drandle Drenge. "Do you know anything about this Lady Miranda Dacilane?"


VC Drenge has shut off his lights and gone to bed by the time you finish reading the invitation, so is not much help.

For those who do try to dress the part, a courtier's outfit costs 30 gp + 50 gp for fancy jewelry to go with it. None of which is mandatory, but being properly dressed might help with some social rolls.

After a bit of shopping and sprucing up for those who choose to do so, you arrive at the address on the invitation to find a sprawling estate surrounded by a tall, wrought-iron fence and overly decorated in statuary, fountains, and a carefully landscaped garden. The interior of the Dacilane house exhibits a new level of over-the-top opulence, with gilded furniture, painted ceilings, gold-spun wallpaper, and valuable Chelish rugs that, if sold, could easily feed a family in the Puddles District for a year.

You are greeted in the foyer by the Lady Dacilane, a short, plump, dark-haired woman of Chelish descent. Although she is extremely polite and proper, you can tell she is uncomfortable dealing with people of your social station. You do detect the tone of sadness she coveys is very much real. Throughout the passage of the ten-course meal, she focuses the conversation on small talk, pointedly avoiding the subject of her daughter and the Tri-Towers Yard.

The Exchange

Female Human Sorceress 2/Fighter 1| AC: 14/13/11 | HP: 21/21 | Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +3 | CMB +2, CMD 15 | Init +3 | Perc +1

Excitedly, Raven peruses a few shops looking for something appropriate to wear. Finally she decides on a finely-woven blue dress with silver trim that fits her snugly. Hmmm, she thinks as she examines herself in the mirror. It needs something. A few shops later, she picks out a silver necklace with a large orange gemstone. Perfect. As she dresses for the evening, she ties her hair up and carefully lays her gear in a corner of her room. Deciding that it would look rather silly for someone in formal attire to carry a waterskin to a dinner, she leaves those behind as well.

She arrives at the manor wearing her new form-fitting dress and shining necklace, looking several years older and ravishing.

I know lots of people say their character is attractive, at least by the standards of their own race, but with a 16 Charisma I'd like to think I'm entitled lol. Also I'm spending only 10 gp on jewelry instead of 50, plus the 30 for the outfit, for a total of 40 gp. If that reduces the bonus I'd get, so be it.

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Scarab Sages

F HP: 37(48)/37(48) | AC: 16 T: 12(16 vs incorp.) FF: 14| CMB/CMD: 3/15 DF: 5/7
Spells Active:
See Invisibility, Mage Armor, False Life, Haste
F+4 R+4 W+4 (+2 vs death)| Init +4(always act in surprise rounds) Perc +8

Imrana will go ahead and blow the money on the courtier's outfit and jewelry. It tends to come up often enough.

Imrana goes on a very different kind of shopping trip. She identifies certain complimentary colors and geometries that would make for an aesthetically pleasing outfit, then acquires them with little fanfare or excitement beyond her usual amused demeanor.

"Dressing is really not so complicated when you understand optics, color theory, and geometry."

Her words are completely devoid of irony.

Liberty's Edge

Male Human Cleric 2 (HP: 17/17 | AC: 18/12/16 | F+5 R+3 W+5 | Init +6 | Percep +2 SM +6)

Kevan shows up at the party in a simple robe which befits his status as a Cleric of Cayden Cailean. While appropriate, it is not very impressive. He quickly finds a place at the table and enjoys the food and drink being offered. His manners are somewhat lacking, though you can see him making an effort not to eat like he was at a tavern.

"Color theory? Geo- what?" he asks Imrana. "Well, I'm glad you understand that, as well as seem to fit in with our hosts." He nods to Raven, lifts his cup in a salute, and wink as her. "Some of you looks quite amazing."

Kevan tries to keep up with the conversation, but he's clearly out of his element.

Dark Archive

Male Gnome Sorceror 4 | AC 17 T 13 FF 15 | HP 26/26 | F +3 R +3 W +4 | Init +2 | Perc +6
Per diem:
7/7 Laughing Touch, 7/7 lvl 1 spells, 4/4 lvl 2 spells
Reroll - Used to forced march

Aloisius decides it best to keep up to the standards of their guests. "After all, it'll be fun to dress up!"

The robes look ridiculous on the gnome, and the amount of jewelry needed takes up most of the room on his tiny fingers. He does, however, hold onto his hat and crown, claiming it is the only thing what will keep his hair in place.

Will spend the 30+50 gp for the proper attire for the evening.

Grand Lodge

Elf Paladin: 1 HPS: 15/15 AC 18 (FF15, touch 13) fort+2 ref +3 will+3 Perception:+0, Init +5

Caelben looks a bit sullen as he sees all the other go shopping and get dressed up in their finest clothes as he has trouble getting enough money together to pay for his rent and food for the foreseeable future. But he accompanies the others when they go to the fancy dress party none the less.

Dark Archive

Male Gnome Sorceror 4 | AC 17 T 13 FF 15 | HP 26/26 | F +3 R +3 W +4 | Init +2 | Perc +6
Per diem:
7/7 Laughing Touch, 7/7 lvl 1 spells, 4/4 lvl 2 spells
Reroll - Used to forced march

Seeing Caelben not shopping, the gnome runs to the elf. "What? You don' wanna look nice? Tell ya what, let me pick somethin' out for ya! Somethin' that will show off your... your... your holiness as a paladin! Yeah! That's it!"

Aloisius will purchase the fancy clothes for Caelben. Will just walk around with two sets to loan out in the future if need be. (Besides, Aloisius is lvl 3 and has some dosh to spare.)

Silver Crusade

CORE Male Human (2.0A CORE) Pal 2 | HP 21/22; AC 20;TCH 13; FF 17; F +7; R +4; W+5; CMB +5; CMD 18; INIT +4; Smite 1/1; Lay on Hands 1/3; Arrows 19/20 | Wands: CLW 47/50

Ranor stands beside Caelben. Looks like I am going same as you. He says as he holds his bag of coins as his pet moth flies out.

Dark Archive

Male Gnome Sorceror 4 | AC 17 T 13 FF 15 | HP 26/26 | F +3 R +3 W +4 | Init +2 | Perc +6
Per diem:
7/7 Laughing Touch, 7/7 lvl 1 spells, 4/4 lvl 2 spells
Reroll - Used to forced march

Okay, make it three.

"What?? No no no! That won't do! Here! Finery for all!"

Liberty's Edge

Male Human Cleric 2 (HP: 17/17 | AC: 18/12/16 | F+5 R+3 W+5 | Init +6 | Percep +2 SM +6)

Kevan could have used some cash, but I've already put him in there with his simple brown robe of Cayden Cailean. Oh well, someone has to be the scrub.

The Exchange

Female Human Sorceress 2/Fighter 1| AC: 14/13/11 | HP: 21/21 | Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +3 | CMB +2, CMD 15 | Init +3 | Perc +1

Raven blushes a little at Kevan's compliment. "Thanks... Not every day you get to go to fancy places!" It is if you're good enough, a small voice reminds her. She looks around at the others. I bet they're all really good. I bet the Society thinks they're important. Especially that one, with all his gold. And I'm... I'm a girl who plays with water. She looks down and falls silent.

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Silver Crusade

CORE Male Human (2.0A CORE) Pal 2 | HP 21/22; AC 20;TCH 13; FF 17; F +7; R +4; W+5; CMB +5; CMD 18; INIT +4; Smite 1/1; Lay on Hands 1/3; Arrows 19/20 | Wands: CLW 47/50

Seeing Alo return with all of the extra sets of clothing Ranor blushes slightly as he is a proud man.

Clearing his throat. Thanks. I am in your debt and shall repay you.

Dark Archive

Male Gnome Sorceror 4 | AC 17 T 13 FF 15 | HP 26/26 | F +3 R +3 W +4 | Init +2 | Perc +6
Per diem:
7/7 Laughing Touch, 7/7 lvl 1 spells, 4/4 lvl 2 spells
Reroll - Used to forced march

"Bah!" scoffs Aloisius with a wave of his hand. "Who cares about fancy places when we can explore dungeons and ruins with untold adventure and knowledge! All it is is a bunch of people with nothing better to do than stand around and chit chat about the same ol' stuff every time. 'Oh, my, yes, the town guard's colours are so drab I do wish they would change it to a different shade of brown.' Not for me!

"You wanna repay me, Sir Ranor? Don't worry about it! Ain't nothin' but cloth. But if ya insist... remember that bit about keepin' those spiked chains away from me? Hahaha. Don't worry, it's an easy job!"

Aloisius truly takes very little seriously.

Everything comes and goes with the ebb of time and magik.

Grand Lodge

Elf Paladin: 1 HPS: 15/15 AC 18 (FF15, touch 13) fort+2 ref +3 will+3 Perception:+0, Init +5

"Thank you Aloissius, I will try to not get any dirt on them and give them back without a smudge or a tear"

....I hope..."

Scarab Sages

F HP: 37(48)/37(48) | AC: 16 T: 12(16 vs incorp.) FF: 14| CMB/CMD: 3/15 DF: 5/7
Spells Active:
See Invisibility, Mage Armor, False Life, Haste
F+4 R+4 W+4 (+2 vs death)| Init +4(always act in surprise rounds) Perc +8

Imrana looks off into another time and place.

"Nex was not much of a fan of big functions either, but the smaller ones were very nice. We would sit around the hookah after the meal and talk about polymorph theory or about the dynamics of negative energy or why Geb is such an as--"

Imrana jumps and she covers her mouth with her hand, as though desperately covering a leak.

"Um, you probably know the word. It has not changed much in 4139 years."


Lady Dacilane listens politely to group's stories, although you detect mild disapproval in some of her reactions. Toward the end of the dinner, she finally broaches the subject of her daughter and the TriTowers Yard.

“My daughter Junia was one of so many children lost. Hundreds of them pinned under the rubble in that sinkhole. The black water rising—the kids screaming.” She quiets for a moment. “None of us could get to them.”

Silver Crusade

CORE Male Human (2.0A CORE) Pal 2 | HP 21/22; AC 20;TCH 13; FF 17; F +7; R +4; W+5; CMB +5; CMD 18; INIT +4; Smite 1/1; Lay on Hands 1/3; Arrows 19/20 | Wands: CLW 47/50

I am sorry to hear of this my lady. Is there any memoir you would like us to retrieve for you to remind you of Junia while we are in there?

Liberty's Edge

Male Human Cleric 2 (HP: 17/17 | AC: 18/12/16 | F+5 R+3 W+5 | Init +6 | Percep +2 SM +6)

Kevan clears his throat. "My Lady, we will treat any child we find with the utmost respect and I promise to give them a prayer of blessing. Do you know where she was in the Academy? Perhaps we could make a special effort to look out for her."

The Exchange

Female Human Sorceress 2/Fighter 1| AC: 14/13/11 | HP: 21/21 | Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +3 | CMB +2, CMD 15 | Init +3 | Perc +1

"I'm so sorry," Raven says softly. "That must've been awful."

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"Anything...anything at all. Any word or sign of her that you find, please tell me. I've learned nothing since that fateful day, and I miss her terribly. I you do manager to find her, please bring her home."

"I do remember that Junia once mentioned that some of the lesser children—not my Junia mind you— would skip class to tell ghost stories by
candlelight in an abandoned corridor beneath the school. Beyond that, I really can't tell you anything more about the place."

Scarab Sages

F HP: 37(48)/37(48) | AC: 16 T: 12(16 vs incorp.) FF: 14| CMB/CMD: 3/15 DF: 5/7
Spells Active:
See Invisibility, Mage Armor, False Life, Haste
F+4 R+4 W+4 (+2 vs death)| Init +4(always act in surprise rounds) Perc +8

Imrana's head hangs low, her eyes beginning to water.

"I am so sorry. To have someone you care so much about disappear from your life for so long without any idea of what has happened....

She returns her gaze to Lady Dacilane.

"I would like to help in whatever way I can."

Grand Lodge

Elf Paladin: 1 HPS: 15/15 AC 18 (FF15, touch 13) fort+2 ref +3 will+3 Perception:+0, Init +5

"I'm sure we all will do what ever we can"


The meal comes to a close, and the Lady herself sees the group to the door.

"Thank you for coming. Good luck with your explorations, and please, any word or sign of Junia, let me know."

Liberty's Edge

Male Human Cleric 2 (HP: 17/17 | AC: 18/12/16 | F+5 R+3 W+5 | Init +6 | Percep +2 SM +6)

"We will Lady Dacilane. If we find any sign of your daughter we'll let you know." Kevan bows his head deeply in a show of respect.

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Dark Archive

Male Gnome Sorceror 4 | AC 17 T 13 FF 15 | HP 26/26 | F +3 R +3 W +4 | Init +2 | Perc +6
Per diem:
7/7 Laughing Touch, 7/7 lvl 1 spells, 4/4 lvl 2 spells
Reroll - Used to forced march

Aloisius bites back all remarks about the Drownyard or its victims and occupants for fear of saying something in poor taste. At the close of the evening, he bows and grins. "We'll be discrete. We'll be thorough. We'll be discrough! Thorete? We'll do good by you, m'lady."

Oh, bugger it, I did it again, didn't I? Was doin' so well!

Silver Crusade

CORE Male Human (2.0A CORE) Pal 2 | HP 21/22; AC 20;TCH 13; FF 17; F +7; R +4; W+5; CMB +5; CMD 18; INIT +4; Smite 1/1; Lay on Hands 1/3; Arrows 19/20 | Wands: CLW 47/50

Ranor stretches. Thank you for the meal m'lady He says with a courteous bow to her.

Once outside and the group is ready he begins to head towards the crumbled school once again.


After the somber and somewhat odd dinner party, the party heads out to regroup for the next morning’s explorations.

Beldrin’s Bluff is a rotting ghost town at the edge of a hungry sea. Throughout the derelict landscape, seagulls perched on splintered timbers reflect your passage in their glassy black eyes. Overhead, dark clouds move ashore with the promise of a storm. The Drownyard is on the west side of Beldrin’s Bluff. As you approach the site of the former school, you see a fence of black iron pikes surrounding a block-wide yard. Dead tree branches reach out from the fence like the arms of emaciated prisoners desperate to escape. A man is on the inside, cutting the trees down. Some of the dismembered branches remain, stuck in place by knotty elbows swollen around the iron.

The man looks up from his sawing and watches the group approach. His thinning hair is matted and sweaty. Beyond him, partially collapsed buildings and three whitewashed towers lean in a lake-filled yard.

The Exchange

Female Human Sorceress 2/Fighter 1| AC: 14/13/11 | HP: 21/21 | Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +3 | CMB +2, CMD 15 | Init +3 | Perc +1

It's nice to dress up, Raven thinks to herself that night as she pulls off her dress. But I'll sure be glad to be in real clothes again.

The next morning she sets out with the group, casually dressed once again in parts of an outfit made for half the temperature, waterskins at her hips. "Hi!" she calls out to the man. "Um... We're here to investigate the site of the old school. One of the little girls who died here, her mom really wants to know more about it."

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Dark Archive

Male Gnome Sorceror 4 | AC 17 T 13 FF 15 | HP 26/26 | F +3 R +3 W +4 | Init +2 | Perc +6
Per diem:
7/7 Laughing Touch, 7/7 lvl 1 spells, 4/4 lvl 2 spells
Reroll - Used to forced march

"Indeed!" chimes in Aloisius. "We come with their blessing! Even have a key to the gates, so we can even enter respectfully! Now, where did it go off to? Hmmm..."

Liberty's Edge

Male Human Cleric 2 (HP: 17/17 | AC: 18/12/16 | F+5 R+3 W+5 | Init +6 | Percep +2 SM +6)

Kevan rolls his eyes. "Really, Aloisius? Did you lose it already? How are we going to get inside without the key?" The priest chuckles. He nods to the man working on the trees.

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