Finding the Spark (Pathfinder 1E Quest)

Season of Rushing Waters

The best that can be said of your new 'tent' is that it can technically stand up on its own, just as long as one does not jostle the sticks holding it up too much. It can just about fit two people, three if they are friendly and one of them is Cob, to which Gorok has shaken his head and proclaimed: "I have scales, slurk has thick hide, cat has fur, we can stay out under the sky..."

• Gorok Gains Masterwork Axe
• Sold Ogre Hook
• Gained Improvised Tent

To which the cat in question had hissed, the sound leaving nothing more for his mistress to translate. Pepper is obviously not impressed by the great orc-splitter of an axe Gorok had gotten his hands on, orc-splitter in both senses since someone had used magic to etch a roughly triangular stack of avoid shapes into the face of the axe, orc work if ever you have seen one. Whoever had done it hadn't been much of a craftsman, but ne can still recognize the pyramid of skulls, the mark of Zagresh the Destroyer, a raider's good and a bloody one even in that company. Given what it takes to part one of them from their weapons normally at least you can be certain there's one less bloody handed killer about to trouble the passages of Nar Voth.

Akorian Knowledge History: 1d20+5 = 19 (Success)

Meanwhile Mina had managed to find a 'scroll' containing magic which her familiar assures her she can learn. A pity you cannot find the spellbook it had clearly been torn out of, but given the apparent age of the bloodstains that almost swallow some of the arcane formulas odds are good the rest of it is in no fit state to be read in.

"It feels ghoulish to be picking at things like this," Mina says softly smoothing out the parchment between her fingers. "The fruits of the journey come to a bad end."

By way of reply you point at the axe. "All journeys can end of that sort, be they dreadful or blameless the ground can always swallow you up with no way of knowing why or how. The best we can do is look out for our own backs and..." The memory of the fight against the goblins and the Caligini sent against you by the 'woman dressed in leeching light' comes back to you. "The best we can do is not to kill without thought and beyond need."

"You think we need to kill?" she asks troubled

Cob, Gorok, and you look at her as though she had just asked if you need fire to cook. Even Warty gives an confused croak, though that might be just at everyone stopping.

"You're right, you're right," Mina shakes her head, hair veiling her eyes. "I had my head still stuck in stories. Silly of me after everything that's happened."

Though you wish that you could offer some comfort you cannot think of any that's not a lie so you keep your peace,

Gain Scroll Frostbite

Current Funds: 990 gp 7 sp 15 cp


For some reason you thought Gorok would lead you up though the temple entrance you had discovered, forgetting that he had to have come down from the Burnlands somehow himself. That somehow turns out to be a series of half-flooded tunnels south of Cauldron. No one but Warty has fun wading through the cold and muddy water, but at the very least nothing worse than rot-moss seems to have taken up residence here yet. Named for its uncanny resemblance to open sores on the stone and the fact that anyone foolish enough to try to eat it will suffer slow agonizing gut-rot the stuff does have one use, if dried it makes some of the best kindling around, a fact known to Gorok's tribe as much as to your people.

That is how they had discovered the entrance, though he had been the one to figure out that long ago these dreary tunnels had been part of an ancient trading way that carried xulgath ingots, tools, weapons and the work of their psychic craft into the lands of the iruxi where they were exchanged for the bounty of the wetlands above. Especially food, which is far more easily grown under the open sky, at least according to Gorok and Mina, Cob not having paid much attention to such matters.

As Gorok scraped some of the moss off the wall with a repurposed piton it almost seams that you can hear other sounds in the echoes of his work, cries far off and and the echoes of many feet. With a start you look around, but there is nothing, and no one else can hear you. The ancient band of silver grows warm about your brow.

Gorok Survival: 1d20 +11 = 12 (Critical Failure)

Suddenly a voice rings out from above, high with anger alarm, like air currents though rattle shrooms. Looking up you see a creature whose broad face that seems slapped together from loam and grit under a hood of lacy greens. The creature is poking at the opening with a stick that would seem entirely unremarkable if it were not for the fact that it's glowing.


"He says we are trespassing and hurting his garden or house or nest. The language he is using is not clear," Mina explains as she grips her own staff tighter. "He's telling us to put it back."

Gorok stops and ponders her words for a while looking back at the creature. "That which has been cut cannot be set back."

"He... says his name is Root Wiggling in Stone and Water," Mina takes more time to think about how to translate than it her wont. "I think he is asking us to tend the fungus until it grows back in half a season or so."

"Sound boring. Stab?" Cob asks with wide eyed hope.

What do you suggest?

[] Fight
-[] Shoot it until it goes away
-[] Write in

[] Compromise
-[] ...maybe you could leave some of your supplies as compost/payment (Will leave you low on supplies on the surface)
-[] Write in

OOC: I know diplomacy is not a forte with you guys, but this was a crit fail. You do know he's a plant so sleep it not any good.