Nice to be working with a fellow who understands it takes a few coins to be successful as a Pathfinder. The gnome stands there imperiously for a beat or two before a high pitch cackle rings through the glade. Then he gestures to the tengu to join him in the soggy but snow free area. He finally seems to notice all the snow, and he casually starts casting burning hands a few times to melt the snow in an area away from any trees. Then he pulls out a nicely made cestus, which he slides on to the same arm. He reaches into his haversack without even looking and pulls out a buckler bearing the symbol of Brigh and straps it on. ![]() He rips the sleeves off his silk shirt, and suddenly, he's wearing a simple traveler's outfit, though the mask of Brigh remains. He looks down at his outfit and says, "I suppose I should put away my professional attire and put on something.more appropriate." Most important, I am a Gee-nome of highest standing, and I look forward to putting my magics, knowledge and negative energy toward completing this quest. "Adventurer, Trade Prince, Black Sheep of every family he's ever belonged to.and adherent of the great goddess Brigh-MayHerMachinationsNeverCease. That would be me." He dons his mask again. "Now, that being said, the Blackros family does recognize a long and fruitful relationship between the Pathfinder Society and the Blackros family, so we decided to send the very embodiment of this union. Any such acts, if they even did occur, were done solely at the discretion of the individuals themselves, and they solely bear any responsibility and liability for their actions." He pauses, and waggles his eyebrows. First and foremost, let me be quite clear about this: any illegal activity allegedly committed by someone from the Blackros Museum was definitely NOT done at the direction of-nor with the blessings of-the Blackros family. ![]() I am Trade Prince Charlie Robert McGee Blackros, and it is your pleasure to meet me. In a high-pitched voice he says, "Greetings, fellow Pathfinders. He has strange slitted eyes that seem to carry a permanent glint of mischief. He doffs the mask with blackened withered hands, and underneath you see his face bears a tattoo of the mask as well. The mask is the holy symbol of Brigh, gnome goddess of invention ![]() Our tale begins as a group of Pathfinders gathered together on the trail to the Fangwood.Īt this time, you may all introduce yourselves to each other. She issued to Medda Twinhorn to seek the remains of her weapon to be ready to face the threat Eshimka once and for all. Chasing Kobolds into their caves, subduing dragons, and even finding the frozen remains of Ivvora. The Pathfinders and Twinhorn traveled into the lands of Kobolds and Dragons and faced many threats and battles. It was decided to seek out the relics of Ivvora and attempt to destroy the threat, Eshimka, once and for all. The traditions around this site prevented the return of Eshimka into the world of Golarian, but due to the delays caused by the museum and orc hordes, the Solstice was almost upon the site and a near cataclysmic event almost happened. ![]() The Pathfinders allied themselves with the Twinhorn to return to the site of an ancient ritual where an angellic being known as Ivvora battled an powerful evil known as Eshimka. No one likes Nigel anyways, so it was fitting justice. Since he interrupted the grand feast that was being held, he was left to clean up afterwards. If not for the intervention of the Pathfinder Society, Nigel Aldain would have no museum to clean up at all. As the museum was damaged and destroyed, a demon broke loose and wreaked more havoc. The museum, run by one Nigel Aldain, was powered by all mannerisms of traps and exhibits that were able to defend the museum but it did too well. After the chronicler realizes that his weird fanfiction about horror movie icons of another world at another time are less important than the recording of the ventures of some brave individuals who dared to stand against the odds.Īfter the Blakros Family acquired some relics without permission from the Twinhorn Tribes, an infiltration of their museum began.
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