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The Varisian woman in the corner smiled, listening into the conversation as she laid her kapenia on the table in front of her with a slight 'clank' and pulled a small weapon from her bandolier to take apart with a tool kit as she listened to the mayhem and chatter going on around her.
We'll get the real torch back.
"If that doesn't cheer you up, here. " he pours some alcohol over a mushroom and into a glass and slides it over. "Some feel better. Some feel nothing. Sometimes nothing is better."
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With the light clank of the gun and her kit on the table, the young man with short black turns to look at Kyrie. Seeing whom it is, he nods slightly and cocks his head to the person taking a seat next to her. He then looks up to the rafters of the bar, it is clear he is going through some mental Rolodex.
He looks back to the Whippoorwill and then back to the large man in scaled armor.
his face weighting whom to approach first
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"Oh I feel fine." Kyrie says as she pours three fingers in a glass and slides the glass over to the man. "I got a temper like a coal seam fire, I've been told. You don't see it most times but it's there under the surface waiting to hit an air pocket and roar to life and tear the ground from under you. There are more than a few old shadow lodge sites that are smoking ruins as I went looking for answers." She shook her head as she nodded towards the antics of the others in the bar. "Can't stay mad though, puts them at risk. The society is all the family I have, Cayden save me. I help where I can, save who I can when I need to, and avenge those I fail to save." She flipped her folded kapenia, the Varisan scarf passed down from mother to child for generations, to show why it clanked earlier. A line of copper and silver Apsis badges and a single gold one. All with a bullet hole in them.
She pulled a single well cared for paper cartridge from the depths of her bandolier, turning to show the single name on the star-metal bullet. Torch. She tucked it away with a wry smile.
"Got to learn to enjoy life. Fixate on anger and betrayal an you rot like Torch did. Think we should give the little guy something with lots of sugar in it? I'm betting if he talks any faster he'll only be heard by dogs and bats." She held up her glass to look at the mushroom curiously. "I've had drinks with worms in them, though not after Geb. One that had a glowing gemstone. A few with snakes or scorpions. Never a mushroom though." She held the glass out for a toast. "Damnation to our foes. Fortune in our chronicles and may Drendle never call you before sunrise." She offered with a laugh and broad smile
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"Well sooner or later Drendle will retire." Kyrie said with a laugh. "I'm still angry about the 'short trip into Osirion that turned into 3 weeks on a mosquito infested swamp that was labeled as a river by the map."
"I heard that someone snapped and painted his office puce and pink." Kyrie said with a wicked grin. "I imagine that he gets that a lot."
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"It wasn't that bad. Prestidigitation magic doesn't last overlong." Kyrie said as she put away her pistol and pulled out the new musket she called 'The Countess'. It was a double barreled musket of the finest quality with several women etched into the stock and barrels. Saucy women clothed only in smiles and little else. The ones on the barrels were clearly something like silver or mithril and the ones in the stock looked to be of gold.
"I had to do worse as an unconfirmed, like working on the wall of names, cleaning up the stables, polishing all manners of things, and copying endless field notes for the scribes." She figured if Cor'win could ignore her she could butt in on his comments.
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"Good a shot as any." Kyros chuckles to himself. "And I know what you mean. Mendev has the kind of mentality, and it needs it against the Worldwound." He shudders, and rolls up his sleeve, with massive black burn marks on it. "I really should consider retiring."
If you retire alive we have a chair waiting for you. We might even not saw the legs half off before you sit down on it.... Well that may be a bridge too far.
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"Marquis du Ruum, your scaring our brethren... perhaps if instead of retiring and drink all the rum you can find. Perhaps a fighting school or some other lessons which will keep our fellows from meeting an early grave . I know that i am tasked to go at the appropriate time, but the boneyard can wait for some."
He looks back to his hand and shakes his head.
"Well Kyrie, perhaps you could introduce us? to your mushroom poisoning friend?"
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Cor'win shakes his head lightly.
"It has been a while i suppose, but we met in the Venture Captain's study before... went you joined the faction. I clearly remember you dumping a handful of Aspis badges."
He extends his hand to Kyrie.
"Cor'win Maldrago, Priest of Pharasma... the other titles are not important at this juncture."
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"I find.. you keep a token or seven of them on display, they tend to listen to the call to surrender or move on when the more.. vocally diplomatic among us tell them that things won't go their way." Kyrie said as she eased the hammer back on her musket. "I'm good at being menacing and I'm REALLy good at killing traitors to the lodge and the consortium when they cross us. I've offered them the chance to surrender more than once. They didn't.." She shrugged. "I've seen what pathfinders get from their 'mercies'."
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"Tell you what, I'll take y'all back to the ranch. Far enough away from the border with Belzken to stay out of the fire. pretty countryside, women, and handsome men if I do say so myself." He winks. "And we have a LOT of areas to practice or study."
Then he turns to Cor'win, gravely saying "Yes, but what we do, while not necessarily just, helps more than it hurts. I know how you feel-men and women have left their homes and gone to work, and never seen their families again. Yet at the same time we help those who cannot help themselves."
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"Indeed and bring order to the chaos, i have seen far to many sick, injured and dead to let this one set back, hold me back... besides those crusaders can't stem the tide alone..."
He looks at Kyros and nods.
"no thank you, but your right... i can risk no less then any man or woman in the front lines."
He turns and strides towards the door, his clothing shimmers slightly. Once simple traveler's garb shifts into brightly gleaming Mithril Hellknight Full Plate. A bellowing Purple cloak trails back with the symbol of Pharasma. A Tabard of flames and Metal shield scarred by countless battles adores his chest.
He stops for a moment and glances back, looking at the Whippoorwill.
"It shall be done, My lady."
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Ahem, yes- barmaid! I'll be needing another tankard, miss, and perhaps plunk one of those curious mushrooms in as well! This has indeed been a long night...
SZorry to intrude, friends, but I must ask- what have you seen abroad of Absalom? I have traveled from afar to study Osirion magic, and learned a good bit in the Pathfinder's libraries as well, but I hear disturbing rumors...
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Me too! Me too! Me too! Me too!
Have you petted a dragon? Have you gottened a Blackros to fall in love wif you? Have you ever eaten a pro-sti-tutes soul in a cookie, they are yummy? Have you got to party with a fairy dragon, vampire, ninja-bus, or anyhting else awesomerest? Did you get to telio-port into a rug? Aren't gnomes the besterest? What kinda demons have you encountered? Are they mean to you too? Have you ever best a giganterous giant without any weapons? What kinda magics can you do?