We are leaving survivors? Rev asks... His tone indicates he doesn't normally leave survivors.
"Unnecessary killing is wasteful," Gravlax says. "While not necessarily illegal, it is poor form."
"Unnecessary killing is wasteful," Gravlax says. "While not necessarily illegal, it is poor form."
"Survivors will run to their little Goblin friends and tell them all about us." He counters.
"Survivors will run to their little Goblin friends and tell them all about us." He counters.
"Perhaps, after we've left," Gravlax says thoughtfully, looking at the perilous physical state of the intact goblins. "Perhaps not if we leave the pickles."
Cassian checks the "rock" for traps.
Rev looks over at what Cassian is doing, then turns back to Gravlax. Hands him the jar of pickles. "Good luck with that idealism you're carrying around there."
Gravlax smiles at Rev, a cold smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "They never saw me."
Gravlax carefully sets the pickle jar near the least-damaged-looking goblin, mindful of the blood, gore, and sewer detritus.
Gravlax smiles at Rev, a cold smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "They never saw me."
Gravlax carefully sets the pickle jar near the least-damaged-looking goblin, mindful of the blood, gore, and sewer detritus.
"If you say so."
Cassian pauses. "Are you two actually threatening each other over who the goblins will recognize?" He lets out a derisive snort and goes back to working on the chest.
Cassian picks up one of the dogslicers from the fallen goblins and uses that to pry open the chest.
With the lever the chest opens easily, revealing a small treasure, which is far easier to identify when someone cleans off the the damp dust and muck. Nineteen gold pieces (Cheliax mint), a copper hair pin inlaid with white marble in a spiral design, a copper headband inlaid with starmetal in the shape of a compass rose, and a simple brass anklet.
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Cassian: ; ;
gravalax: ; ;
Melilot: ; ;
Rev: ; ;
Round 1: (DC 10, -2 negative hp)
Round 2: (DC 10, -3 negative hp)
Round 3: (DC 10, -4 negative hp)
Round 4: (DC 10, -5 negative hp)
Roll for consciousness (fishing goblin):
Hour 1: (DC 10, -2 negative hp)
Roll for consciousness (gambling goblin):
Hour 1: (DC 10, -5 negative hp)
Roll for natural healing (fishing goblin):
Day 1: (DC 10, -2 negative hp)
Day 2: (DC 10, -2 negative hp)
Roll for natural healing (gambling goblin):
Day 1: (DC 10, -5 negative hp)
Cassian pauses. "Are you two actually threatening each other over who the goblins will recognize?" He lets out a derisive snort and goes back to working on the chest.
Rev is puzzled. "No." Looks at Gravlax.
Looks to his brother. "So do you want me to let the goblins die, or help them?"
Rev would know if the other goblin isn't stabilized then it is probable but not definite that he would die. However, without aid it is also possible (and likely) that the goblin who stabilized will die as well.
[ooc]Pathfinder mechanic: Here.
But is is also possible that they will heal up on their own.
A few twists and turns after you leave the goblins behind Azhar and Cassian spot an offshoot with the lily mark. A long stretch of quiet, boring tunnels, which would be almost pleasant except that the ceiling of the tunnel slowly but noticeably gets closer to your heads, making it much harder to avoid the pungent drips. Then, just as it gets to the point where most of the group would have to walk hunched over, Cassian, who is clearly used to looking for hidden passages, spots a lily by what seems too small to be a passage way.
After about 30-feet the short passageway opens up again and very quickly after that, Janiven points to a small lily which points up. Balancing on piece of masonry that sticks out, she reaches up and pushes the manhole cover keeping you in the sewer and then hops back down to offer a hand up to anyone who needs it.
Once everyone has been released from the sewer, you find yourself in a small, absolutely dark alleyway. Janiven, still using the sunrod, moves over to the wall and raps three times. Moments later the wall slides open, revealing a very large young man who breaks into a relieved smile as he sees Janiven. His voice is gruff and quiet, but carries well, "We got worried when you weren't here by sundown." As he moves away from the door to give you all room to enter, his limp is obvious.
Also, he will in fact hold on as requested.
She starts to say something, but stops, clearly unsure how to word what she is thinking without it coming out wrong without giving away secrets that are not hers to share.
Melilot carefully retrieves the little slingshot pellets after the fight. She shows no particular inclination to either help or slay the unconscious goblins.
When she passes the large, limping man, she inclines her head to him in greeting.
Cassian pauses. "Are you two actually threatening each other over who the goblins will recognize?" He lets out a derisive snort and goes back to working on the chest.Rev is puzzled. "No." Looks at Gravlax.
"Nor I," Gravlax says. "Merely discussing practical matters."
"It's after sundown," Gravlax says. "My friend will be out."
If you are able to go there straight, it would take maybe a hour round trip but very few of the streets between here and there are lighted.
"Nor I," Gravlax says. "Merely discussing practical matters."Cassian pauses. "Are you two actually threatening each other over who the goblins will recognize?" He lets out a derisive snort and goes back to working on the chest.Rev is puzzled. "No." Looks at Gravlax.
Cassian lets out a relieved sigh. "That's good. Because if either of you thought goblins could tell people apart or would pursue people to the surface, I'd have to do something about your reckless, party-endangering gullibility." He looks over the treasures and makes a few mental calculations. "At least one of those goblins is going to die without some form of healing, plant. So if you want to save it, you should get on that. Otherwise, you should let Rev cut their throats. Make their ends quick."
Cassian holds up a hand. "You don't have to debate me. I don't really care if they live or die. I was just curious if you were more concerned about their lives or about getting blood on your soft little lordling hands."
Then her face loses the humor as grim reality asserts itself. "So... what do you need to know to figure out if you want a part of the merry band inside?" Her eyes drop a little, then look back up to his eyes, "I think... I think you would be happier if you made that choice before you go inside."
Cassian holds up a hand. "You don't have to debate me. I don't really care if they live or die. I was just curious if you were more concerned about their lives or about getting blood on your soft little lordling hands."
"It's not the hands, it's the clothing," Gravlax helpfully explains. "Blood will stain."
Rev waits for his brother to answer, he doesn't move to help the goblins, nor does he do anything to cause them further harm.
Looks to his brother. "So do you want me to let the goblins die, or help them?"
Azhar shrugs, "Leaving the pickles indicates at least one person in this group believes they should live if they can. Although net balance I think it better if they did not exist, I am fine with that."
Once everyone has been released from the sewer, you find yourself in a small, absolutely dark alleyway. Janiven, still using the sunrod, moves over to the wall and raps three times. Moments later the wall slides open, revealing a very large young man who breaks into a relieved smile as he sees Janiven. His voice is gruff and quiet, but carries well, "We got worried when you weren't here by sundown." As he moves away from the door to give you all room to enter, his limp is obvious.
Azhar nods to the man as well as he enters.
Assesses Azhar. It is highly unlikely that either will recover without aid. He glances down at the goblin slowly bleeding out, impartially.
"It's not the hands, it's the clothing," Gravlax helpfully explains. "Blood will stain."
"Good to know what kind of man you are," Cassian says, turning toward the exit.
"True enough." She pulls a coin out of her pocket, handing him the platinum piece. She chuckles, looks up at him green eyes sparkling with humor, "If you had managed to get out of Vizio's before the hellknight's showed... Do I even want to know where you would have showed up to get paid?"
Then her face loses the humor as grim reality asserts itself. "So... what do you need to know to figure out if you want a part of the merry band inside?" Her eyes drop a little, then look back up to his eyes, "I think... I think you would be happier if you made that choice before you go inside."
The platinum disappears into his pouch. [b]"That all depends on how much I'm worth to you," he says, nodding to the room beyond.
if it comes up:
Cure light wounds on the Goblins:
One the one that's stabilized:
On the one that's bleeding out:
Rev looks like he's struggling with something internally. His brother's vague answer forcing him to decide, and time running out. Since when doesn't Azhar care if something lives or dies? A thought to be explored later, at his leisure.
He touches his holy symbol, and casts cure light wounds on the two goblins.
Healing the stabilized goblin 4 hp, and the one that's bleeding out 8hp.
His expression indicates he's surprised at himself for the decision.
Once everyone has been released from the sewer, you find yourself in a small, absolutely dark alleyway. Janiven, still using the sunrod, moves over to the wall and raps three times. Moments later the wall slides open, revealing a very large young man who breaks into a relieved smile as he sees Janiven. His voice is gruff and quiet, but carries well, "We got worried when you weren't here by sundown." As he moves away from the door to give you all room to enter, his limp is obvious.
Rev enters after Azhar. He doesn't comment one way or another. If he has the opportunity, he will discretely assess the cause of the limp.
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"Good to know what kind of man you are," Cassian says, turning toward the exit.
Gravlax bows formally to Cassian's back.
"I could fetch my friend, and he would be here in an hour," Gravlax says. "Shall I go, or better to wait until tomorrow night?"
Her eyes cloud with worry. "However, after today's disaster... If you are in, we need to get Arael out of the Rack's hands before they take him back to the Citadel." She shrugs, "To many of the people in there are dead if they break him." Adding quickly, "Not you or the others from tonight, the five of you were all my choices and he doesn't know anything about you."
Janiven shrugs slightly, "I know what my current goal will probably need to happen during during the day. If your friend will be attending then he should come, if not, you should stay."
He sighs. "Let's get something crystal clear. I don't care about your cause. I don't care about this Arael person. But those other idiots in there -- well, maybe not the halfling -- will get caught without me, and it'll be the plant's fault. And then you're going to come to me, begging to rescue them, because you have that overactive conscience, and I'll take advantage of you, because I don't, and that will just needlessly complicate my life."
He looks over, catching her eyes with his. "One hundred gold pieces. I'll bring whatever they need as proof. And when this is all over, you owe me. A favor to be named later." Though he doesn't say it, that favor's name is Tarvi Merro.
When he looks back over to catch her eyes, she is already looking at him, half-grin back, a fond look haunted by sadness. A look that she tries to hide as soon as you turn, but can't manage to quickly enough.
She nods. Once. "A favor. When this is over." She chuckles, low in her throat, "I better hope you screw up at some point and can help you out or I'll owe you far too much."
She stretches her arms out in front of her. "Thank you. I preferred that you have your own reasons for being here before we go inside." And starts to push off from the wall.
Making her slightly harder to read is the degree of confusion in her own feelings: a bit of anger at being barter, humor at that since she does sell one of her skills regularly, a bit of fear at implied threats she knows can be carried out, fond memory, and deep pain.
When she passes the large, limping man, she inclines her head to him in greeting.
He nods back, a friendly smile touching his lips.
Rev enters after Azhar. He doesn't comment one way or another. If he has the opportunity, he will discretely assess the cause of the limp.
There are no obvious signs that would account for the limp (ie. no clubfoot, no visible injury, both legs are the same length.)
It may be possible to determine the cause with a more in depth examination, but that would not be discreet.
"I am better versed in daylight deeds," Gravlax says. "I will stay."
The younger, limping man leads you down a hallway with many doors, until he gets to the small door at the far end from the hidden back entrance from which that the group entered. The door opens into a large space. High windows, which would let in sunlight during the day, also keep it from being obvious that the interior is light with lanterns.
Looking around, the large mural of a human man dressed in green robes marked with the symbol of a winged eye is placed to draw attention to itself. The open floor has slightly darker stone where pews must have once sat. Now the large church space, which could hold one hundred people, has nineteen people within, if you include your own party.
Eleven pairs of eyes turn in your direction when you come in, all but one young. Curiosity at your entrance, which is clouded with worry when they see Janiven come in last, following a trailing Cassian.
A young woman of tien heritage, maybe 18 or 19 years old, with deeply black hair pulled back into a severe bun held in place by chopsticks except for long bangs that hide some of her face when she looks down. She wears loose baggy clothes the sleeves of the shirt rolled up to reveal dusky skin. Overall the impression is of a dumpy old maid in a younger woman's body.
The girl is actually quite beautiful, but has gone to great lengths to disguise her appearance. Her eyes which she keeps down most of the time, even when talking to someone, are a deep purple.
There is a small halfling woman, who is easy to mistake for a child until she looks up, at which point the age in her eyes in unmistakable. She has light brown hair and doe-brown eyes. Her overall demeanor is one expected from a well-trained servant, but a thread of confidence and self worth is apparent from the tilt of her head.
A young man of perhaps 19 who smells a bit of horse. He is dressed simply and appears to be clean. As he looks at your group his vibrant amber eyes are distinct.
The only person in the room who doesn't appear to be young, is a much older man. Deeply brown skin, what was once black hair now shot through with gray, he wears simple clothes and his finger tips are stained black.
Standing in one of the shadows in the church (although plainly clear to all of you) is one of the older of the people, maybe 22. He is tall dark skinned man who has not a single hair on his head.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor when you enter is a thin and wiry woman of maybe 19 years. Her clothes are of poor quality and old, but keep meticulously clean and mended. Her hair is a short bob of brown-copper, a style that seems to be designed more for ease of use than appearance. She has tanned pale skin and the eyes that watch you all enter the room are a dark brown.
Sticking out in the primarily Chelixian group is a dark skinned Varisian male. His hazel eyes flick past each of you as you enter, until he sees Janiven, and then remain focused on her.
Another dark-skinned garundi man, this one leans against a wall, dressed very similarly to Gravalax and he nods to the pale haired man as he comes into the room.
One of the younger people in the hall is a 17-year-old girl with dark brown, almost black, hair and bright sapphire blue eyes that, even now, flash with humor. She, of all of the people, seems to be dressed for going out at night and not being noticed, in dark pants and shirt.
Her eyes go wide in surprise when she sees Cassian come in last. Surprised, happy, and a little worried.
And she totally does a little wave to Rygel, which the monkey blatantly ignores.
Everyone notices the green hair of the next man first, so much so that it is actually hard to remember much of his other features. An impression of a stony face, gray eyes and a block of wood and a knife in his hands.
The flame-haired gnome woman smirks at the group as you enter and she flat out laughs when she sees Cassian come in.
When Rev spots the old man, he frowns, a look of disapproval he doesn't even attempt to hide. He says nothing, and doesn't react to the others in the room, not even the laughing gnome.
Gravlax nods back at the similarly-dressed man, and wanders near him. Gravlax settles into an easy standing posture, as though he could attend quietly all night.
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Can't make the DC 35 roll, so I won't bother.
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Cassian's eyes narrow when he sees the blue eyed girl, and nearly rushes over there. Next to each other, the resemblance is unmistakable. Their coloring is nearly identical, the only difference being Cassian's darker eyes. "What in the name of all that's holy are you doing here?" he hisses.
When Rev spots the old man, he frowns, a look of disapproval he doesn't even attempt to hide. He says nothing, and doesn't react to the others in the room, not even the laughing gnome.
The old man looks back at Rev, "I do not deserve that look, I know I'm far too old to be a revolutionary." He straightens, "But i like to support good challenges."
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Cassian's eyes narrow when he sees the blue eyed girl, and nearly rushes over there. Next to each other, the resemblance is unmistakable. Their coloring is nearly identical, the only difference being Cassian's darker eyes. "What in the name of all that's holy are you doing here?" he hisses.
"I..." she looks up at the noticeably taller man, her smile dimming slightly, no fear but a bit of worry. "Janiven sometimes comes into the shop with her clients. We talked a few times when they were busy." Eyes clear as she looks up, "A few weeks ago we talked about the shadows and I wanted to help."
There is something about the shadows that is important to her reason that she doesn't seem to want to talk about in front of everyone.
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Sense Motive dc18:
Azhar remains fairly impassive though he smiles amiably enough to the others. The older man receives a slightly raised eyebrow and something of a rueful grin.
The Varisian also receives a nod of acknowledgement, "Decided to settle down then?", his tone has perhaps a bit of a teasing quality about it, and is definitely not unfriendly.
Azhar notes Cassian's protective nature and their similarities. He begins to open his mouth, thinks better of it and stays silent.
"I..." she looks up at the noticeably taller man, her smile dimming slightly, no fear but a bit of worry. "Janiven sometimes comes into the shop with her clients. We talked a few times when they were busy." Eyes clear as she looks up, "A few weeks ago we talked about the shadows and I wanted to help."
Cassian rubs the bridge of his nose. "This is treason. If you get caught, they'll put you to death. And that's not to mention that we're hunting monsters, which isn't exactly the safest thing to begin with."
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The Varisian also receives a nod of acknowledgement, "Decided to settle down then?", his tone has perhaps a bit of a teasing quality about it, and is definitely not unfriendly.
Low voice, a untrained baritone, "Hadn't planned on it." His eyes still on Janiven as she comes into the room.
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Cassian rubs the bridge of his nose. "This is treason. If you get caught, they'll put you to death. And that's not to mention that we're hunting monsters, which isn't exactly the safest thing to begin with."
"Only if we get caught." Her smile come back, "And you never get caught." Her eyes darken a bit at the mention of the monsters.