The Pathfinder group met last Saturday for the first play session. The group consists of Grog, the half-orc ranger, Karsh, the human fighter, Tanis, the human monk, and a human bard and half-elf cleric of Pharasma whose names I forget. The met in the usual fashion, gathered at the Wounded Gull tavern in the small but thriving city of Freidvale, seccond largest city in the Glorious Human Empire. After perusing the wanted posters, the group decided on going after a giant crab that had been menacing poor Himador Iago the lighthouse keeper at a small island within sight of the coast of Freidvale. They also decided to disguise the half-elf's ears, since there was a bounty on elves as traitors in this region.
Another tavern-goer, a lithe-looking humanoid with it's features concealed by a mask made of shark-skin, was feeding pieces of meat to a rottweiler. As the strange figure got up to leave, the dog walked over to the half-elf cleric, sat there wagging it's tail for a moment, then coughed up a wad of paper at the cleric's feet. The note simply read, "Meet me at the corner of Division Street near the docks in 1 hour."
Tanis followed the odd figure out of the bar, noticing that they were not alone on the early morning streets. Two figures were concealed on the rooftops across from the tavern, and Tanis could clearly see the crest of the Imperial guard on their gear. One of the rooftop figures left to follow the Leather-faced tavern goer, while the other remained watching... Tanis. A few moments later. The rottweiler joined his companion in the street. The party convened and hastily decided to meet with whomever had written the note and left the tavern through the back alley with permission of the tavern keeper.
An hour later at Division Street, near the tavern called the Skinny Puppy, they found the dog waiting for them, tail wagging. Grog was a bit miffed when the dog growled at him, but the half-elf was met with happy barks. Soon, the mysterious leather-faced note giver from the Wounded Gull appeared. He took off his mask to reveal the face of a young elven child, and he identified himself as Wren. He said he knew the bar was watched, and that was why he didn't make direct contact with them. He told the cleric that she needed registration papers, and that he knew of a friend who could produce them for her: Pasqual the bookseller. He gave them directions to the shop, then disappeared quickly down the alley. The group decided they would first try to kill the crab, then get papers for the cleric at the next opportunity and hope they weren't stopped by imperial patrols in the meantime.
The seas were fair but it's denizens were not as the tiny skiff the PCs rode to the island was attacked by sharks almost immediately. The jigsaw sharks in Freidvale bay were notorious for lunging out of the water to take a bite of fishermen trying to ply their trade. Karsh and Grog made short work of the sharks, then continued on their way.
Negotiations were a bit rough with Mr. Iago, as Grog was somewhat hostile toward him and the bard rolled a one on diplomacy checks. Still, it was agreed upon that the group would buy one of Himador's goats and stake it to a likely spot to increase the likelihood of the crab attacking at just their ambush spot. The plan was agonized over in real time for about 30 minutes, and the battle lasted about 2. Karsh took one swipe at the thing and severed a claw, and Tanis finished the crab off for good with some weirdly-named weapon I can't pronounce or spell. Himador thanked the party and paid them a hefty bonus for the intact crab meat.
Safely back in Freidvale, the party set out to Pasqual's to see about getting papers for the cleric. Pasqual did so, and proved to be a font of information on local goings on after little probing from the Bard, who had been wise enough to put ranks in knowledge local. They learned that a series of murders that had been terrorizing Freidvale were only being perpetrated against Werbergians, a race from the far east known for their monastic traditions and prowess at martial arts. The victims were all males in their 60's. Each victim bore a black hand print on their chest, with multiple contusions and broken bones. All the attacks were believed to have occurred at night, with no witnesses as of yet to any of the murders. Armed with these leads, the group resolved to capture the Black Hand Murderer, and set about following the first elderly Werbergian male they saw on the street.
The session was concluded shortly after this, as it was approaching midnight real time, and all of us were (relatively) old, except, of course, my darling wife who remains eternally youthful.
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