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Ziggy' wrote:

"Ah ha, no." ...

"I am not a follower of Asmodeus. I do however, pay him homage. I pay all the Gods homage. My Patron has not decided to enlighten me to it's identity, so, until then, I will respect all the Gods. Although I suspect Desna."

He looks up slightly, and smiles.

At this point, you may notice that Ziggy doesn't not have any holy symbols on his person, or on his clothes.

I am sorry that I was not more clear.

My comment as actually more directed at Father Palatino.

Priests of the Lord of Law normally receive orders from their superiors in the faith. For example, my clerical training complete, I was ordered to report to Paracountess Zarta Dralneen.

Silver Crusade

So... we have followers of the Prince of Law in the Crusade? Interesting... How does.... oh nevermind, I probably don't want to know...

Grand Lodge

Father Palatino sits next to Amedeo and Jander, smiles openly and takes a sip of wine.
"It's really quite simple, dear cousins. The World Wound poses a serious threat to us all. Not only do demons sow carnage and chaos on the material plane, but they claim mortal souls. Souls that they have no right to. The Silver Crusade is home to a high concentration of professional demon hunters; paladins, inquisitors, what have you. What better way to fight the forces of the Abyss than to lend aid to those specialists? The enemy of my enemy, right?"
The red robed cleric waves a hand nonchalantly.
"Sure, it means that I might have to cooperate with servants of the Inheritor and the Dawnflower, but you'd be surprised how much a have in common dogmatically.
In addition to that mission, for which my diplomatic skills and affable nature are well suited, there is the matter of the House of Thrune, whom I do not support."

Silver Crusade

A tiefling, dressed in greys and blacks, slides quietly into the room. The less observant may not notice him right away, but when you do get a good look at him you are struck by his teeth. He has way more teeth than any one person should, and they are needle sharp, giving him and intimidating, shark-like smile.

I'm new here, he begins speaking, quietly. You may have heard about what went down in Riddleport, with Torch and the Shadow Lodge. I'm not one to go spreading rumors, but the long and the short of it is that the Shadow Lodge is gone. Since I'm not ready to find a dark corner, and sit around reminiscing about the good old days when I was a Pathfinder, I need to find a new group of colleagues. I need a new north to direct my wayfinder.

Now, some people might say I'm a bit sneaky and underhanded in my methods. Perhaps I'd be better off joining up with the Sczarni, or helping the Andorans smuggle slaves to freedom. I thought about both of those, sure, but I ended up here. The thing that swayed my decision was some of the old stories I used to love as a kid, stories of the Dark Knight. He wasn't one of your bright, shiny paladin knights (no offense if you happen to be one of those). He worked in the shadows, he didn't always stick to the letter of the law, but he was always looking out for the people and making sure the evil-doers got what was coming to them.

That's the sort of hero, I aim to be. So, if it seems like I'm a little out of place, or maybe sometimes I'm rubbing a little boot black over my shiny silver-crusadeness, it's not that I hold your goals any less dearly in my heart. I just don't want the bad guys to see me coming!

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Yeah. I heard. Sorry about that.

I know a thing or two about doing good from the shadows myself. Usually I scout out ahead of the party and let them know what knows we're coming. I haven't had anyone complain.

I think the silver crusade is a good home for shadow lodge members. You wanted to help your fellow pathfinders. Whats the difference between a pathfinder and anyone else? People are people. We're all in danger from ravening monsters, undead hoards, necromantic plagues and awakening ancient evils.

Silver Crusade

Jander looks decidedly uncomfortable when Father Palatino talks about how much their faiths have in common, subconsciously edging his chair a few inches away. "Yes, we certainly oppose the World Wound. How is it that you do not support House Thrune? I thought that your... patron... had much to do with them coming to power in Cheliax."

"Welcome to the Crusade, Augustine! I am confidant that you possess abilities that several of us here, myself included, just could not accomplish. Shadow skills can sometimes achieve an objective without the unnecessary loss of life."

Grand Lodge

"Well, it's a complicated and nuanced argument Jander," the smiling, pleasant aasimar explains, his face shifting to an uncharacteristic grimness.
"While I respect the House of Thrune as the legitimate authority of Cheliax, there are those within the church that do not approve of the binding of devils simply to prop up temporal rule.
Look at it this way, if you will. Devils are, in essence, the reformed souls of mortals (our ancestors) who have been blessed with manifestation as higher beings. I acknowledge that it's perfectly fine and acceptable to occasionally call on our ancient ancestors for help, say by the use of Summoning or Planar Ally spells, but it is a perversion of the relationship to force them to serve us as bound servants.
It's not that I disapprove of slavery per se, but the relationship and natural order of things has been truncated for mortal gain, instead of for the glory of Asmodeus.
Would you approve if a failing state bound archons to prop up their regime?"

Silver Crusade

Father Palatino wrote:

"Well, it's a complicated and nuanced argument Jander," the smiling, pleasant aasimar explains, his face shifting to an uncharacteristic grimness.

"While I respect the House of Thrune as the legitimate authority of Cheliax, there are those within the church that do not approve of the binding of devils simply to prop up temporal rule.

Ah, yes, the "Hell serves Cheliax" idea. Even within the Chelish church, many also feel that the Nobility does not give Devil's proper respect.

Father Palatino wrote:

Look at it this way, if you will. Devils are, in essence, the reformed souls of mortals (our ancestors) who have been blessed with manifestation as higher beings. I acknowledge that it's perfectly fine and acceptable to occasionally call on our ancient ancestors for help, say by the use of Summoning or Planar Ally spells, but it is a perversion of the relationship to force them to serve us as bound servants.

It's not that I disapprove of slavery per se, but the relationship and natural order of things has been truncated for mortal gain, instead of for the glory of Asmodeus.

"The weak serve the strong," is the essence of Asmodeus's doctrine. If the devils are not the stronger, then compelling their obedience is the proper relationship.

Since, you claim that you approve of slavery - perhaps, Father Palatino, it is you who should reconsider which faction you serve.

Father Palatino wrote:
Would you approve if a failing state bound archons to prop up their regime?"

You mean like the Padishah Empire? You should explain that to the Qadirans.

Silver Crusade

That we can agree on. No being deserves to be enslaved, not even a devil.

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You people worry me. A lot.

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(Nonnie sighs...)
"I liked it better when we were singing, dancing and playing. But that moment has gone.
Religious and political arguments are a bit beyond me. I think slavery is wrong, and I think we must revere the gods. Beyond that, all I can do is try to keep my comrades in the Society alive and avoid killing living creatures."

Silver Crusade

The Tiefling flicks her long tail, licking her tongue over razor sharp teeth. She smiles slightly, reclining on a chair. She has an air about her of a woman who knows luxury, and a woman who is comfo "Hello, I'm new here dears." She murrs slightly, the reptilian Paladin sighs slightly. "So, if you see me walking down the halls, avoid smiting, I'm not a fiend. I was just spawned by them."

Grand Lodge

Amedeo Lanatus wrote:


Ah, yes, the "Hell serves Cheliax" idea. Even within the Chelish church, many also feel that the Nobility does not give Devil's proper respect.

"That's the nut of the problem, yes. It's not even a matter of the strong ruling the weak. They ARE weak, but are using money and magic for the purpose of binding devils for the fool's errand of holding the rotting husk of Old Cheliax together."

With that, the grim expression fades from the handsome aasimar's face and he gives a wry chuckle.

"Yes Nonnie, you are quite right. Politics and religion make for poor topics at friendly social gatherings. Perhaps another tune from one of our bardically-inclined members? Do you know anything from The Trials of Larozod?"

Silver Crusade

"Well then, I guess this is the place." The woman who walks in could easily be mistaken for an attractive human, were it not for the chilly aura emanating from her ice-blue hair. She wears simple black robes, adorned with raven's feathers and a holy symbol of Andoletta. A small, bird-like lizard shuffles along at her feet.

"I am Mistress Rhialla Hrafnsdottir, Sister of the Lantern Lodge. I bring tidings from Mistress Li." As she presents her credentials, a crystalline pattern of frosty scars is visible covering her hands and arms. "I hope to join you in doing what good I can in this land."

Silver Crusade

And, in any event, I have overstayed my welcome. It will be best if I depart.

Amedeo gets up to leave.

Silver Crusade

A blue skinned gnome with green hair flying in every direction greets the newcomers.

"Hiya! I'm Wizzlefarb. Welcome to the Silver Crusade. Don't let the overly serious do-gooders scare you away or anything. Some of us who want to make the world a better place also know how to have fun. In fact, helping people have fun is my primary means of making the world a better place."

He smiles proudly, and turns to address Gwenfrewi directly.

"Well, you certainly don't have to worry about me smiting you. The only time I've ever attacked an enemy in combat, my weapon was a curing wand. Works great against walking skeletons, and I find that's a great way to make sure I don't accidentally hurt an ally in battle."

He giggles a little, then turns to Rhialla.

"Ah, another new recruit from the Lantern Lodge. Nice to meet you."

"So how is Amara Li? Have you seen her since she closed down the Inner Sea branch of the Lantern Lodge? I worked with her once in Absalom, on my very first mission for the Society, but I haven't seen her since, probably because she was busy returning to Tian Xia, and I've never been there."

Silver Crusade

An amused light flickers in the serpent-like tiefling's slit eyes. "And what if that ally was a Dhampir? Then?" She uses her very dexterous tail to pull one of the silken drapings that have fallen off of her body back onto her reclining form.

"Though, I have never fought alongside one of those who were born of death, I have heard tell of some of them overcoming their blood as I have. Though, they do face a... unique challenge."She pauses. "Oh, how rude of me, I have not introduced myself." She smiles, her forked tongue flicking slightly.

"I am Gwenfrewi Silverdragon, paladin of..." She pauses, stroking the birthmark on her right hand. "Arshea." The last word is said as if it were an invitation of some sort.

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A male dwarf with a barrel chest, black hair, a neatly trimmed and braided beard makes his presence known in the room. He is wearing full plate armor are that is well polished and curiously has a pair of gold eagle epaulets (like those of the Andoran Eagle Knights) emblazoned upon the shoulders of his armor. His shield bears the holy symbol of Torag as does the waraxe at his right hip.

Rhon wanders back in to the room with a smile plastered across his face and a aura of pure joy that seems to light up the room.

"Friends, what a wonderful day. I have been privileged to be part of discovering a hereto unknown Sky Citadel. I could not be any happy than this unless I were to meet Torag in person."

"In honor of this momentous occasion the next round of drinks is on me. Please join with me in a toasting to the discovery of knowledge and to the ancestors of my people who died defending their homes."

Rhon raises his silver tankard high and in dwarven says "We sons of of the Clan Delver may have drunk deep from the bitter waters of misfortune, but we yet survive. Whilst a single Dwarf draws breath, we will fight the evils that assail us, and we will never give up."

Silver Crusade

The tiefling rises from her reclining position. "Oh, I'm sure there would be ways to make you quite happy... like say meeting Bolka in person." A smile flits across her long toothy face. "But, yes, I will join you in that drink you have offered." The torchlight catches her scales as she throws back her head and laughs. "Discovering sky citadels eh? I was busy beating up undead dinosaurs and being the target practice for one rather disturbed alchemist. But no matter, tell us more my short friend." She goes down on one knee, trying to make her 6'1" height seem shorter, and also an attempt to look the dwarf in the eye.

"Tell me, did I catch your name, did you catch mine. I'm rather new here." She holds out a hand, which bears a birthmark that looks like the holy symbol of Arshea.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

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Gwenfrewi Silverdragon wrote:

The tiefling rises from her reclining position. "Oh, I'm sure there would be ways to make you quite happy... like say meeting Bolka in person." A smile flits across her long toothy face. "But, yes, I will join you in that drink you have offered." The torchlight catches her scales as she throws back her head and laughs. "Discovering sky citadels eh? I was busy beating up undead dinosaurs and being the target practice for one rather disturbed alchemist. But no matter, tell us more my short friend." She goes down on one knee, trying to make her 6'1" height seem shorter, and also an attempt to look the dwarf in the eye.

"Tell me, did I catch your name, did you catch mine. I'm rather new here." She holds out a hand, which bears a birthmark that looks like the holy symbol of Arshea.

[dice=Diplomacy]1d20 + 8

Rohn reaches out and shakes your hand with a firm but gentle grip. He also lets out a small chuckle at your attempt to match his own height.

"I am Silver Crusader Rhon Delver. It is a pleasure to meet you Gwenfrewi Silverdragon."

"I was part of group of a Pathfinders that delved deep beneath Sky Citadel Janderhoff and the clues there led to Sky Citadel Kuldukar in Belkzen. What I found there stunned me."

#4-25: The Secrets Stones Keep:
"It turns out that a working Steel remains within Kuldukar. It spoke of and showed the location of a long forgotten Sky Citadel within the Worldwound. The Steel called this Sky Citadel Jormurdun.

"I must admit that the sheer volume of knowledge I was able to gain about the Sky Citadels is eminence. I can scarcely believe my luck to have been honored to receive then knowledge of my fore-bearers."

"I caught that you are a paladin of Arshea. I am unfamiliar with Arshea. Perhaps you could tell me a little of her."

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Knowledge(Religion): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

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"I don't believe I know of Arshea. I'd be curious to hear more, as well. Always looking to increase that bardic knowledge, ya know?"

The gnome flashes a smile.

Silver Crusade

Gwen smiles broadly. "First off, Arshea is not she. Well, not all the time. Arshea, does not have a set gender, no do the followers of Arshea. They are one of the Empyreal lords, the powerful celestials who have domains of their own, and while not gods in their own right they are very close and can grant powers and spells to their servants." She pauses and shifts herself, moving very fluidly.

"Arshea rules over freedom, physical beauty." She pauses again and gives a slight smile, licking her lips a bit. "Oh... and sexuality." She added. "Not sex, but sexuality there's a difference." She looks at the two. "Any more questions about the Lord of Abandon?" She pauses a bit more then holds out her hand, showing them the holy symbol on it. "See, Arshea chose me, chose me at birth to be one of their servants."

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Kelladorf Wizzlefarb wrote:
1d20 --> 6

Misfortune. Reroll that.

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Ziggy' wrote:
Kelladorf Wizzlefarb wrote:
1d20 --> 6
Misfortune. Reroll that.

Too late. The conversation already moved on from there.

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Kelladorf Wizzlefarb wrote:
Ziggy' wrote:
Kelladorf Wizzlefarb wrote:
1d20 --> 6
Misfortune. Reroll that.
Too late. The conversation already moved on from there.

Maybe you can have an "oh wait a minute, I do remember!" XD

Silver Crusade

An Aasimar standing at about 5'10 with platinum hair and blue eyes and a halo resting about six-eight inches above his head. He holds himself in high stature.

Enters and addresses the group.

Hail Friends, My name is Okrin Súrion son of Amras Súrion Hand of Iomedae and HellKnight of "The Order Of The God Claw". And who might you all be?

Silver Crusade

"Wow, a Hellknight; that's quite an accomplishment. Welcome. My name is Ziggy."

He offers to shake hands.

He turns.

"Rhon, I must confess that I don't know much about the drawven sky citadels. I would love to hear more about them."

Silver Crusade

Rhon reaches out to shake Okrins hand while saying "Greetings Okrin son of Amras. I am Rhon of the Clan Delver."

Rhon turns to Ziggy. "Come sit with me and I shall regale you with the lore and history of the Quest for the Sky and the founding of the Sky Citadels."

Rhon sits down at a nearby table and proceeds to order a stout dwarven ale before starting his tale.

"The Quest for the Sky is the story of the ancient dwarven migration to the surface of Golarion. Torag had given use the prophecy: "When the ground shook beneath our feet, we must press upward to the surface." My ancestors took the tremors caused by the fall of the Starstone as the sign of the time for fulfillment of this prophecy.

The 300 year trek was fraught with danger and betrayal. Aside from creatures of the Darklands, the we suffered many setbacks from internal squabbling and infighting. We broke and fought among ourselves and against many others including orcs. We were finally united by General Taargick through a mix of diplomacy, wisdom, and violent coercion in 5133 AR. The General was crowned as king and he led the Ever-Advancing legion towards their goal.

Although we believed that our advance was destroying our ancient enemies, the orcs, we were mistaken. Ahead of us, the orcs were retreating from the unstoppable dwarven advance towards the surface themselves. Upon the completion of the Quest for Sky in 4987 AR, we established massive city-fortresses known as Sky Citadels in places where we had reached the surface, and many of those edifices contain murals and engravings detailing the events of the Quest for Sky."

"A total of ten Sky Citadels were constructed. Typically metropolis-sized creations, they are decorated ornately in fine dwarven fashion, and contain many murals and depictions of events from the Quest for Sky. They are constructed almost exclusively of stone, and such is their craftsmanship that time has only slightly worn away their splendor. Some have been lost over time and some have been stolen from us.

Currently there are five Sky Citadels still inhabited by dwarves. Dungon-Hold in the Mana Wastes. Highhelm in the Five Kings Mountains. Janderhoff in the Mindspring Mountains of Varisia, my home. Kraggodan in Nirmathas. And finally Kravenkus in Taldor. There is also the lost Sky Citadel of Koldukar in the Hold of Belkzen.

I have also learned of Sky Citadel Jormurdun, which according to the Steel I found and spoke with in Koldukar, is within the Worldwound."

Silver Crusade

Okrin reaches out and shakes there hands

"It is good to meet you fellow members of the Silver Crusade I know a few other members but not many."
"I am forced to spend time with many "Chelaxians" in my travels."

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Silver Crusader Rhon Delver wrote:

Rhon reaches out to shake Okrins hand while saying "Greetings Okrin son of Amras. I am Rhon of the Clan Delver."

Rhon turns to Ziggy. "Come sit with me and I shall regale you with the lore and history of the Quest for the Sky and the founding of the Sky Citadels."

Rhon sits down at a nearby table and proceeds to order a stout dwarven ale before starting his tale.

"The Quest for the Sky is the story of the ancient dwarven migration to the surface of Golarion. Torag had given use the prophecy: "When the ground shook beneath our feet, we must press upward to the surface." My ancestors took the tremors caused by the fall of the Starstone as the sign of the time for fulfillment of this prophecy.

The 300 year trek was fraught with danger and betrayal. Aside from creatures of the Darklands, the we suffered many setbacks from internal squabbling and infighting. We broke and fought among ourselves and against many others including orcs. We were finally united by General Taargick through a mix of diplomacy, wisdom, and violent coercion in 5133 AR. The General was crowned as king and he led the Ever-Advancing legion towards their goal.

Although we believed that our advance was destroying our ancient enemies, the orcs, we were mistaken. Ahead of us, the orcs were retreating from the unstoppable dwarven advance towards the surface themselves. Upon the completion of the Quest for Sky in 4987 AR, we established massive city-fortresses known as Sky Citadels in places where we had reached the surface, and many of those edifices contain murals and engravings detailing the events of the Quest for Sky."

"A total of ten Sky Citadels were constructed. Typically metropolis-sized creations, they are decorated ornately in fine dwarven fashion, and contain many murals and depictions of events from the Quest for Sky. They are constructed almost exclusively of stone, and such is their craftsmanship that time has only slightly worn away their splendor. Some have been lost over time and some have been stolen from...

"Wow, that is quite amazing. What was life like in the citadels in the early days? I've heard that the dwarves have lost control of some of them."

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Okrin Súrion wrote:

Okrin reaches out and shakes there hands

"It is good to meet you fellow members of the Silver Crusade I know a few other members but not many."
"I am forced to spend time with many "Chelaxians" in my travels."

The tengu shrugs. "Hey, Pathfinders are Pathfinders. I think I spent some time with a few Cheliaxians, some Taldor, some Scazarni, some Andoran...all kinds, actually. They have fun stories, don't you think?"

"Oh, and I'm Seimei Kakuriyo, just recently transferred to the Crusade. Let's have fun working together!"

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Well the Cheliaxians I travel with are barley avoiding the path of evil. I have seen many men killed for hardly any purpose but here are a select few I have befriended. All of witch are Hell knights and very good men! But we all have are opinions so let it be what it may be.

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Razlin Sunsoar Paladin of Iomedae steps forth to be recognized by his brethren of the Silver Crusade.

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"Hiya!" A blue skinned gnome with wild green hair greets Razlin.

"Another paladin of Iomedae, eh? I think we're over quota on those. I'll have to check the paperwork. But I guess we can let you in for now," the gnome says slyly, winking at Razlin playfully.

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A monstrously large and scarred kellid, a five foot lon sword strapped to his back, looks at the gnome. "We're always over quota on something. That's why the demons are here: to chop them down." He chuckles morbidly.

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Talons click along the floor as a newcomer arrives, a pack slung over his shoulder. He wears the simple clothing a smith, his red-skinned flesh spotted with smears of soot, eyes the hue of molten steel shifting about the gathered Crusaders with quiet curiousity and wariness. His ebony hair is tied back from his face at the nape of his neck safe for a few rebellious locks that frame his face. He is tall, for a young man nearing two decades old, and fairly sturdily built.

"Hail, brothers and sister." he says quietly, the faintest hint of dwarven brogue in his voice, the corner of his mouth twitching as he attempts to smile. The tiefling's gaze flits towards the ground momentarily, finding great interest in his reverse articulated legs before looking upwards once more. "My name is Vasher. Vasher, of Clan Steelhand."

The young tiefling looks very ill at ease, as though expecting trouble, but he stands his ground and half bows at the waist. "At your service."

Silver Crusade

The overarmored woman looks at the dirty newcomer fairly intently, and then simply gives a nod. "Hail to you, too. Have a seat, and get a refreshment." Then she looks over the others assembled, and pulls her shoulders back as if easing some tension.

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Vasher gives Bree-Bran a firm nod, molten eyes looking about for said drinks. He moves for them, shifting his pack onto his shoulder more comfortably as he pulls a cloth from his apron's pocket to wipe away at some of the soot from his face. The tiefling pours himself a tall mug of water before finding a spot for him near the gathered Crusaders, seating himself comfortably, listening in to their conversations, curiousity getting the better of his apprehension.

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An elf standing over six and a half feet in height enters the chamber with unnatural grace. His deeply tanned skin accentuates his lean muscled physique and contrasts with his long golden hair and bright grey eyes. His clothes are of very fine quality and identifiable as Keleshite in style. A golden wayfinder with the symbol of Sarenrae rests against his exposed chest. He introduces himself with a strong Kelish accent as Kestrel the Silver Crusader, recently promoted to the rank of Venture-Captain.

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Dang there are A LOT of people in this building

Ziggy looks to Seimei.

"Don't forget Varisians."

He smiles playfully.

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I am Marian, descendent of the house Tarnshiav. My family remains in Frostmire Fen as the last human remnants of Sarkosis. Our lineage has been twisted over time, with some of the younger generations exhibiting increasingly demonic traits. Our time in close proximity to the worldwound has tainted our heritage.

As a youth my parents used ancient connections to give me a new life. I spent time as an endentured servant in Nex, working on the printing presses while in preparatory classes for the Arcane University. Frail of body, my keen mind was well suited for work in linguistics. As a budding cryptographer, I have gained small favors from faculty in exchange for minor translations and code-breaking assistance.

Now, I return to the society, committed to rid Golarion of the demonic incursion. I will never slay a beast with sword or mace, but through magic and knowledge I can enhance my peers. In fact, through the timely dissemination of the strengths and weaknesses of our opponents, the Silver Crusade as a whole can make far more impact than one warrior.

So now, I begin my quest discover the root causes of the Worldwound, the secrets of battling demons, and perhaps one day the restoration of my family.

Silver Crusade

*A young human female bounces to her feet, and continues bouncing in place a little. Her words are rushed, and her voice has a bit of an excited squeak.*

"Ok, so, I just joined? Both the Society and the Crusade? And I think it's just great!! I'm so very very glad Desna led me to y'all!! I'm sure I'll love getting to know each and every one of you, since you must all be wonderful people!! So far, I've only been out to two assignments, and one of them might've gone a little better if it hadn't gone a little sideways, but I'm sure it'll all work out for the best!!! And this last time, we even succeeded! So, huzzah? Huzzah!"

"Ok, so, a little about me? Ok. Well, I'm a cleric of Desna, so I'm sure I'll love running around all over Golarion, and maybe even further! Even though Cleric-ing is kinda a full-time job, and Pathfinder-ing is too, I also like to make maps, and I'm a pretty good sailor-I don't even throw up anymore!- so that's great!"

"Uhm. So, yeah. That's me? That's me!"

*She sits back down, then bounces back up."*

"Oh, I forgot! My name is Alanna Sahnduvahl."

*She sits back down again.*

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"It's so good to see that Lady Luck is still with us." The overarmored woman looks on. She's a little older than she had been last time she was here in the Lodge. "I wish you well in your endeavors, but have a care at the WorldWound. It is a challenging and dangerous place. Watch out for your fellows, and allow them to watch over you. None of us are an island, able to take on the world alone."

Bree-Bran rises, and both greatswords on her back settle into place. "I know the teachings of your faith work for the betterment of the people, and I try to overlook what might be considered a lack of discipline, but the tenets of the Pathfinders are good guidance: Explore, report, and cooperate."

She smiles a winning smile, and it is pretty easy to see why crusaders would follow this paladin of Iomedae's faith into the dangerous situations. "Perhaps there are questions you might have that I or others here could try to answer for you?"

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A large well tanned Kellid male walks into the gathering, his form marked by animal furs and ritualistic scarring across the back of his hands and up his arms. His Warhammer and Longsword both bear the cast of Cold Iron and he appears to have the bearing of a seasoned warrior.

He eyes the room, taking a stance.

"I am Dolor the Shield, Spear of the Slothjaw Tribe, i have traveled a great distance to be among you... the lord of iron has shown me the allies which i must stand with. Is this the home of Silver?"


Tormah Stronglight here. I am an Aaismar Paladin of Sarenrae. Defender of those that need me. TO THE DEATH! I can think of no better way to serve.

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Dolok looks to Tormah and smiles broadly.

"Always fight to win... and service is to ones self and tribe. What this aasimar, paladin, and sarenray? I am new to these lands, and those terms are not known to me."

He looks her up and down.

"you look like you have a strong heart, that is good."

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A rustle of wings and a small cascade of dust precede a black patch on the ceiling swinging down to reveal a foot long fruit bat. Large, liquid eyes blink sleepily as they regard Dolok

"An aasimar is a person of angelic descent. A paladin is a holy warrior over... rather concerned with proper decorum and regulations. Saranrae is the Goddess of Fire and redemption for evildoers. Some of her followers are a little big on the fire and a little short on the redemption. I think I have her book somewhere around here...

"Oh right. Hi. I'm Doyle."

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A low somber voice sounds out "Welcome Dolok, to the Silver Crusade."

Looking towards the voice you see a barrel chested, black bearded, green eyed dwarf wearing full plate armor that while well polished appears to have seen far better days.

"Will you allow me to buy you a drink and introduce you to the many members present here today?"

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Dolok blinks at Doyle in thought.

"Whats a book? and why is a bat talking to me? you some bound creature to a magic user?"

He grabs Doyle and shakes him lightly then sets him back upright on the beam.

"not sure if that was right greeting for bat...but i hope your not offended."

He then turns to Rhon.

"A drink! yes indeed... my throat is parched from the long march to get here... not to mention those wooden floating cloth controlled things on the waters. I think they were called ships... or boats... people kept calling them different things."

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