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Another runner comes into the lodge, looking quite exhausted.
"Right, so one team of pathfinders won't be enough says Sir Canayven Heidmarch. So if Mystery Cult, debugamp, ShadowBloodmoon, Mjolbeard89, Clebsch73, and Great Green God could follow me."
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"What Osprey wants, Osprey gets..."
The young knight heaves himself from the couch and stomps towards the door. "Though this time, what Osprey wants, Vrald has to get."
With a last hopeful look over his shoulder he adds. "It sounds like there might be room for another on this trip.."
Already full, thanks :)
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"Reveille! Reveille! Reveille! Drop your beer and grab your gear! Shadowy foes are about and my troops shall root them out! I seek the soldiers who go by the code-names of Saiman, PJP, Sir Peter, Caps, Wakedown, and Salty. Report for assignment here! If you are already engaged in other assignments, please inform me and I'll seek new recruits for the mission!"
"Did I say drop your beer? Belay that order, raise your drinks in a salute to Commanders Shifty and Magabeus for their service to this lodge! May you all fare well in your coming missions!"
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Luisila dismisses her cloak of invisibility and drops a paper into Wei Ji’s hands.
She claps the tengu on the shoulder. “You look tired, brother. Been having a little too much fun, eh?”
The priestess *winks* before climbing up onto one of Trotter’s tables, stepping off and snapping the wasp-shaped brooch pinned to her cloak.
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The port of Cassomir was always a busy port, but the home of the Imperial Navy of Talador.
A small three masted Pinnance sails toward the city, a single cannon mounted on a partial rotating platform mounted on the forecastle. A weathered Captain at the helm tired from several day at sea.
The ship approaches slowly almost cautiously. though the ship flies the pennant of the Trade Prince Aaqir al'Hakam, more commonly known as "The Exchange", This captain is a little wary of sailing into the home of the Imperial Navy.
The ship drops anchor just out of range of any shore batteries the city may posses and a long boat is lowered. several people climb aboard. on the main deck there appear to be an aquatic troll manning the hoist.
The Captain and her landing party row toward the Admiral's Fen district.
Once there the longboat is tied off and the crew disperse into the shadowy underworld that is Admiral's Fen.
The Captain make her way into the city proper, she checks a piece of parchment with some notes on it. Looking at the building before her Flaxseed lodge, this must be the place, though I have no idea why I need to be here. the Captain ponders, well, orders is orders.
She heads in to check out the surroundings.
Entering into the lodge is a short woman with long black hair that loos a bit unkempt. she wears a tricorn hat but the sides have been lowered to look more the wide brimmed hat. She wears a long leather 'captain's" coat boots and minimal armor that is visible. her only weapon is a dagger tucked into her belt.
She makes her way to the first place that has booze that she can find. Rum, leave the bottle she places a couple of gold coin on the bar bearing the marking of the shackles, "pirate gold"
GM Hmm walks into the Flaxseed Lodge and smiles at everyone. "Hello friends! Wow, there are so many of you in here! I've never been to so crowded a party!"
Hmm peers at Glorious closely, and puts on her goggles of true-seeing. "Hello, darling yourself!" She kisses Glorious on both cheeks and then asks shyly, "Can you show me around and introduce me to people? I've never been here before!"
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Strolls into the lodge with her hands folded behind her back, looking about the place and the many people chatting inside.
"Well this place is busy! Never been around this many adventures before.
Glancing at the newcomer over her shoulder Noro sees it isn't the contact she is looking to find, just another sarenite. Looks a bit green about the gills though, wonder if this one like rum? she mutters.
turning around to see the green eyed girl, Hey, you there, sarenite, ya drink rum? if so, plop yer A$$ in this stool I'll buy yer first round
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Glancing at the newcomer over her shoulder Noro sees it isn't the contact she is looking to find, [smaller]just another sarenite. Looks a bit green about the gills though, wonder if this one like rum?[/smaller\ she mutters.
turning around to see the green eyed girl, Hey, you there, sarenite, ya drink rum? if so, plop yer A$$ in this stool I'll buy yer first round
"Well that's kind of you! I appreciate that. I am a bit new here, looking to try out my first mission. They say the first step into the unknown is the steepest. I'll drink anything as long as it's free as well.
She will reply back with a laugh as she goes and takes a seat next to the other women, flashing a large smile.
Sorry matey!
For our first run we wanted to keep it tight, and frankly it got bigger than we planned.
Already there has been some really interesting learning and a few frustrations, and I suspect it will be an interesting 40 days.
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A young woman enters the place.
She wears an hide armor and carry a large shield, with two crossed spears painted on it.
A morningstar lies by her side, and she has a short bow strapped to her back.
Removing her helmet, she frees her blonde hair, and smiles to the crowd
Wow! So that's the place to start new adventures? It's quite crowded!
Her blue eyes stop on the bar, and she walk toward it with great strides, banging the wood with her open palm
I'm thisty, and I'm a Caidenite, so it's agaisnt my religion. Barman, gimme some strong stuff! Don't worry, I'm old enough to drink, and I don't plan to get drunk...Is there a free welcome shot for newcomers?
The last sentence is said with an hopeful and amused grin
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That ever familiar bar owner from the other side of Absalom strides into the Flaxseed Lodge once more.
Mates, we got a big one going down soon. The captains've already chosen who they want for it, too. I'm Hiding In Your Closet, Oykiv, Balacertar, JamesMartin, RyckyRych, and Enchanter Tim, follow me to get briefed on your assignment.
The leather clad adventurer waits for the selected few to stand, and then turns to leave, too busy this time to pitch his newest brew. Instead, he looks as though he's ready to head out onto an assignment himself, with bandoliers across his chest, his rapier strapped to his belt, and a travelling pack on his back. The pockets of his long black coat are full of various items and clasped shut, and belt pouches bulging with various tools of the adventuring trade adorn his hips.
He turns to address the crowd before leaving.
This one's big mates. Likely we'll all get involved at some point, so make ready.
GM Hmm waves her handkerchief as they all leave, and then stage whispers, "It'll take a miracle!"
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Hmm peers at Glorious closely, and puts on her goggles of true-seeing. "Hello, darling yourself!" She kisses Glorious on both cheeks and then asks shyly, "Can you show me around and introduce me to people? I've never been here before!"
Glorious kisses her back on both cheeks; then places arm around Hmm's shoulders.
"Why, happily, darling! What would you like to see first?"
"Why, everything! If there are any other GMs or players you think I should meet, please introduce me! If there are any fun rooms or features to this lodge that a stranger should see (hot tubs, stock rooms, practice arenas, filk-theatrical performing spaces), show them to me. I want to see everything."
As she says this, odd, barely-audible noises suddenly come from the walls.
GM Hmm taps the walls. "Oh, neat! Secret passageway? Or is this place haunted?"
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Sorry matey!
For our first run we wanted to keep it tight, and frankly it got bigger than we planned.
Already there has been some really interesting learning and a few frustrations, and I suspect it will be an interesting 40 days.
A woman dressed in linen and leather at the bar sits up from slumping with her chin in her hand and stretches, her jaw cracking with a wide yawn. She stands and paces over by a thoughtful looking tengu, absentmindedly twirling a silver dagger in her hand.
"Still looking for work, eh? Anyone up for a game of chance?"
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"Why, everything! If there are any other GMs or players you think I should meet, please introduce me! If there are any fun rooms or features to this lodge that a stranger should see (hot tubs, stock rooms, practice arenas, filk-theatrical performing spaces), show them to me. I want to see everything."
A half-orc in rather dirty armor wearing a bright red hat and cape stands at attention.
"Silver Crusader Solomon Goodman, reporting for du- er... pleased to meet your acquaintance! Over here are a few of my occasional troops. Often designated for society missions in my stead, particularly when the Silver Crusade has less of a stake in them. Korai Shardwing. a businessman. I keep asking what kind of business by he always just repeats the word louder and slower. And here is Sarczek... a... unhealthy... but effective soldier."
A Tengu barely looks up from the ledger he's reading but raises a claw when his name is mentioned, but a really goofy looking Tiefling hops up and gives a sloppy salute and a stupid toothy grin.
"Searlas Savy is out on a mission for me but I'm sure you'll be able to meet him soon enough. Nice fellow, would have made for a great crusader. A few more of my soldiers have undertaken recent missions in my stead, however none of them to date have made use of this fine lodge. Perhaps one day you'll meet them too... Erm... except Malum... That guy is seriously creepy."
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Another new face enters the lodge. This Taldan man stands a hair over six feet tall, he bears all the markings of a soldier of Taldor, from the uniform that he wears over his armored breastplate, to the scars that cross his wrinkled face. His hair has turned grey prematurely, giving him the appearance of someone much older than his age. Besides the quiver of javelins wrapped with amenta strapped to his back, he is armed with the falcata and buckler, the arms of choice for one trained in the Taldan fighting style, Rondelero. Around his neck he wears an iron pendant in the shaped of a flexed arm. Scroll tubes are arrayed in bandoliers that cross his chest. Hanging off one hip is a leather satchel with holes, inside of which movement is occasionally seen. The snout of a very small animal pokes out from beneath the flap every so often.
He sits down a orders a pint of ale, a bowl of mutton stew, and a loaf of bread. He opens the flap of the satchel and looks inside, speaking to whatever is in there.
"I guess the rumors are true. A lot of agents are being called to this lodge."
"I don't know why I'm talking to you. I don't think you can understand me."
As he is still looking at the creature, his meal is placed on the bar before him. A small, spiny creature, a hedgehog leaps out of the satchel, runs across the man's arm and onto the rim of the bowl where it immediately latches on to a piece of lamb.
The Taldan soldier grabs the hedgehog by its tail, dangles it a few inches from his face, and admonishes it.
"I don't care if you do think you are a part of the team! I've told you before, animals are not allowed to eat at the bar!"
The man puts the hedgehog back in its satchel and closes the flap.
A non descriptive human steps in and glances about before ordering a drink Nice place, I'll have to mark it on my map."
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Noro motions for mug. she then pours some of her rum into it. sliding the mug to the newcomer, I know what u=you mean, it was like just yesterday when I got shanghaied into "naval" service in the Shackles.
Noro takes a swig of her bottle of rum, you got a name?
"The name is Raven. I have to say there is a much greater variety of people here in the society then I could have imagined. It's hard to imagine I may be teamed up with some of them at some point. I thought my skills could be put to better use here then at the temple. So far it's been great hearing everyone's stories from around the city.
After taking a drink from her mug she will continue on.
I've been going on and on yet I have not even asked your name yet."
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Noro motions for mug. she then pours some of her rum into it. sliding the mug to the newcomer, I know what u=you mean, it was like just yesterday when I got shanghaied into "naval" service in the Shackles.
Noro takes a swig of her bottle of rum, you got a name?
"The name is Raven. I have to say there is a much greater variety of people here in the society then I could have imagined. It's hard to imagine I may be teamed up with some of them at some point. I thought my skills could be put to better use here then at the temple. So far it's been great hearing everyone's stories from around the city.
After taking a drink from her mug she will continue on.
I've been going on and on yet I have not even asked your name yet."
Noro, Captain Noro Kasuri. Many probably know me more as The Iron Maiden. she offers a hand in friendship.
her grasp is like an iron vice clamping Ravens. her hands are callused from years of both work and bare knuckle fighting. it isn't hard to tell she has spend a good deal of her life on the sea. the smell of her clothing, feel of her hands, look on her face; This woman is a veteran of combat.
I'm here to meet a contact for a task they need taken care of.
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An exceptionally pretty man enters the Lodge, quietly tapping a well-crafted drum on his right hip as he approaches the counter, watching the patrons.
He is apparently clad in Taldan finery, a well-crafted glaive across his shoulders--
"Is someone tending bar here for my dear friend, that he might soothe his hoarse throat?" The tone is proper, but there's something 'off' about it, a slight 'twang' of metal screeching hidden in the words.
That seemed to come from a scabbard on the dashing fellow's left hip. The man looks a bit scandalized and sighs, patting the hilt of the blade.
"My friend Gamin's just trying to watch out for me, I can talk perfectly fine for myself, though. What's the poison of the day, or even the banter?"
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"There are more than a few here who fancy themselves "players", I suspect (and mostly, they should be avoided), but I do not know of this person called 'Gee Ems'."
Looking significantly rockier than the last time anyone saw him, Vad smoothly intones, "I'm not a player, I just crush a lot.
Also, I'm an Oread now."
Scanning the crowd for an attractive lady to talk to, Vad gets lost in the average hustle and bustle of the lodge. One can overhear the beginnings of an exaggerated story about the Fifth Mendevian Crusade before it gets lost in the din.
A new notice appears at the Flaxseed Lodge:
Attention Pathfinders! New recruits are needed for an urgent mission in Diobel. Do you have what it takes? Will you help the Society strike a blow against the Aspis Consortium? Sign up today!
