The Shackled City - Golarion Prelude

[Fangor the Fierce]

Svexyn watched as the others tested the powers of the tree. Deciding that the tree held no malice towards them, he begins to look through his gear, deciding on the thing that defines him the most. Pulling out one of his lockpicking tools, he pulls out a length of twine and ties it to the tree. This was his trade, his profession, and what he had now become. It was the only way he was able to afford enough money to feed his mother.

He steps back, examining the rest of the tree to find anything that would hint at a leader of sorts for these grey men. Something that a chief or boss would place upon the tree. The evilest, most vile thing....

Once he discovers the item, if possible, Svexyn proceeds to try and remove the item, no matter the consequence...

 

[ahayford]

The hops blossom feels warm in Valinaan’s hand. Despite it being made of metal, it has an oddly organic feel. Each of the petals in the conelike structure is formed from delicate gold leaf. Individually, they would easily flake easily from the cone. However, packed tightly as they, it forms a stable structure.

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As Svexyn places his tools upon the tree, it reacts as before. New leaves sprout along a previously lifeless branch. The bud this time glows an angry orange. A firey red blossom bursts forth heralded by the strong scent of brimstone. It would have taken an master craftsman a lifetime to coax the delicate details of the flower out of the jasper from which it is formed. Again, the sigil flashes upon Svexyns hand, followed by a sense of welcome belonging.

As Svexyn looks over the tree, one item sticks out in his mind. A particularly vicious looking idol crafted from, what he suspects, is bone. It appears to be a symbol of authority, or perhaps that of a shaman or other leader. Svexyn lifts the item off the branch, but it seems to do little to change the state of the tree. The corruption remains on portions of the tree, clustered around the dark, oily flowers.

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[Fangor the Fierce]

Svexyn pockets the idol, stowing it away for a time when he can look at it with more detail. Turning to the others, he takes out his kit, taking notes and marking on the slate at the same time. When he is satisfied, he nods and puts away the slate in the waterproof pouch. (Making map of this place, will put in more notes as they move about - Map Making Kit)

He looks around the room, trying to see which route they should take...

 

[ahayford]

The room contains the short hall to the stairway back the way you came, and the gear shaped door just beyond the planter and tree.

 

[jkason]

Caytis Maggerin, half-elf magus

Caytis nods to Nia's suggestion, relieved. Once Svexyn has added his own offering, and the entire party is marked, the half-elf slowly approaches the door.

"Well, if we're welcome to the community now, maybe that means the door's open for us?" he offers. He holds the hand that bore the sigil in the air and makes a knocking motion to indicate his intentions, thought he waits to make sure there are no objections before making an attempt.

[sblock=mini-stats]Caytis Maggerin
HP: 10/10 AC: 15(19) AC(T): 12 AC(FF): 13(17)
(values in parenthesis with Shield active)
Init: +02
BAB: 00 CMB/CMD: 00/12 ACP: -1 ASF: 00 Spot: +05

Conditions: None
In Hand: Quadrens

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: 4/5 remaining

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

 

[Fangor the Fierce]

Svexyn holds his hand out, preventing Caytis from approaching the door. "There are those grey beings down here. Knocking will only alert them of our presence and allow them to prepare. I think being subtle would be our best option..."

With that, Svexyn examines the door for traps and a handle.

 

[Shayuri]

"He be right," Nia agrees, nodding at Svexyn. "Dis place be empty now of anyone who'd be friendly. We are de burglers now, and must step quiet. If dey come at us in force, all be lost."

 

[Walking Dad]

Wilbur

Wilbur just follows the others in silence. He can nothing add to the perceptions of the others.

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AC: 15
HP: 10 / 11

Spells: Doom, Murderous Command
1: 5/5

Gift of Madness: 6 / 6

Wilbur 2
Wilbur Warrington

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[ahayford]

The door’s gear construction appears to be more then just for ascetics. It is set into a grooved track in the stone floor. The door itself is hewn from a single piece of stone and is reinforced with steel. As Svexyn runs his over the surface of the door. As his finger tips contact the stone, a spiderweb of blue energy races out across the surface. Something mechanical catches inside the door and a previously flush handle releases itself.

[sblock=ooc]Svexyn detects no traps or other devices on the door. It appears safe. The handle appears to be able to pulled up, and then used to rotate the door into a recess in the wall.[/sblock]

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

This place is . . . amazing! Right under our feet all this time . . . OK, Val, take hold of yourself. There are bad things about; pay attention!