The Shackled City - Golarion Prelude

[ahayford]

As the sun is beginning to set, Val leads Nia back to the Drunken Morkoth. The city crowds begin to change, as those that make their living in the light of day return to their homes and families. The folk who ply their trade at night begin to ooze out from the darkened alleyways and into the streets. Legitimate merchants that supply the city’s nightlife mingle with prostitutes, pickpockets, and contraband dealers. Carts are wheeled into the public squares and rough benches laid out to serve watered down rice wine and cheap pot luck stew to the poor, while those slightly less down trodden make their ways to the city’s many taverns.

The rest of the group, Caytis, Svexyn, Wilbur, and Marcus, meet the pair a few blocks from the Morkoth. As night is drawing on, Val decides to lead the group through a shortcut down a poorer residential street. A wretched drizzle begins to fall from the ash-grey sky as Val guides the party through the city. The crowded, rain-slick buildings seem especially bleak and frightful this evening, hunched together beneath the gloomy skies. A few lights burn in their windows, but mostly their shutters have been closed for the night. The scent of chimney smoke fills the air, and the din of water trundles from the rooftops, splashing into dark alleys and turning street gutters into rivulets. A sudden plaintive city for help from a nearby alley splits the evening air.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Val whirls quickly toward the cry, his keen vision easily piercing the gloom of the darkened streets. He glances quickly at his friends, half asking their permission before coming to a decision and moving toward the distress call. His rapier rasps slightly as it clears the scabbard.

Perception (1d20+5=18)
Initiative (1d20+4=17)

 

[Walking Dad]

Wilbur

Wilbur draws his crossbow and follows, but with caution. To often a call of distress is just a trap.

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Wilbur 2
Wilbur Warrington

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[Dragonwriter]

Marcus slides his shield around onto his arm and straps it on tightly and draws his simple longsword as he follows Val. "Stay alert, all of you."

 

[jkason]

Caytis Maggerin, half-elf magus

Caytis smiles and nods to his employer; he found it best not to argue. After all, now that he was out of the academy, Weer was his main source of magical training. He took the peppercorn without further comment and scrambled to deliver it before the old man could add another task to him. JHe's relieved to meet his peers again, then, though he, like them, tenses at the sound of trouble. His quadrens is in hand before he even thinks about it.


[sblock=mini stats]HP: 10/10 AC: 15 AC(T): 12 AC(FF): 13 Init: +02
BAB: 00 CMB/CMD: 00/12 ACP: -1 ASF: 00 Spot: +05

Saving Throw Total Base Mod Misc Special
Fort: 03 2 +1
Ref: 01 0 +2 -1*
Will: 03 2 +1

* -1 Reflex (Wyrm Blooded trait)
** Conditional: Immune sleep, +2 vs enchantments, +4 vs acid

Weapon Attack Damage Critical Special
Quadrens +2 1d6 19-20/x2 1 pt bleed on crit
Quadrens, Spell Combat +0 1d6 19-20/x2 1 pt bleed on crit
Composite Shortbow +2 1d6 20/x3 Range 70 ft.

* Conditional: +1 attack with Arcane Pool enhancement.

Arcane Pool: 5/5 remaining

Spells Prepared:
* 0 Level (3): Prestidigitation, Detect Magic, Light
* 1st Level (2, DC 15): Shield, Shield[/sblock]

 

[ahayford]

OOC: Perception success

You hear the sounds of a scuffle and cursing coming from a nearby alleyway. The alley is wide enough for your average cart to get through, and about 60 feet long to the main thoroughfare. Like many streets in the Cauldron, it slopes gradually down toward the caldera lake. Steps have been carved into the alleyway every few feet or so to help ease the downward pass. Two-story buildings loom on either side of the alleyway. The rain runs down the steps like a miniature rapids, creating eddies flows around pieces of refuse and lose cobbles.

As you glance down the alley, you spy 3 figures assaulting a third. The attackers wear dark padded armor and masquerade masks that hide their faces. One of the attackers lifts the victim by the hood of his cloak and thrusts him up against a wall as another growls

Stay away from the orphanage mate, you got that?

The hooded individual can barely sputter out a response before the three attackers continue to pummel and kick the cloaked figure.

 

[Shayuri]

"Ay, you dere," Nia calls, sauntering just inside the alley and leaning on her spear as if it was a walking stick, "A friend of yours jus' told me dat dere's a little girl an alley over dat you might want to beat up next...if you ken muster up enough courage to do so, of course. Tree men on one, hm? If you need to practice on kittens and puppies first to gather you courage, den we all understand."

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Val stops beside Nia and stands, waiting for the thugs to respond to her challenge.

 

[Walking Dad]

Wilbur

"You should really fighting one of your size... like each other!" Wilbur calls, his words strangely convincing and smelling of magic.

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casting Murderous Command

Will save DC 14 or the nearest thug will attack his ally next to him.

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HP: 11 / 11

Spells:
1: 4/5

Gift of Madness: 6 / 6

Wilbur 2
Wilbur Warrington

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[jkason]

Caytis Maggerin, half-elf magus

Caytis suppresses a smirk as Nia savagely insults the brutes, but holds his position for now, waiting on the response from the men to the wild woman's insult and to the magics the mysterious wanderer Wilbur seemed to be weaving.