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Arodus, 4713
My Closest Confidante,
By all appearances, at last the baying dogs of Cheliax have given up the chase, thanks in large part to your efforts. No matter how safe we seem, my darling, remember that a hellhound rarely forgets the scent of its quarry, and it may be some time before we are again hailed in Cheliax rather than hounded. In the meantime we shall operate out of Korvosa, though you must excuse me for not inviting you to our fast-growing base of operations; I regret to tell you that our rather cozy meetings of the past will be more rare, for I have critical tasks abroad that I need you to handle.
If you have not heard, the abyssal quagmire called the Worldwound is bubbling over, and the demons within are sure to spill into neighboring Mendev in the coming days. I wish to send you there, but not for the reason that seems so obvious. By all appearances you must serve the greater good, the crusaders, and whatever other honeyed drivel they feed their soldiers. Only stay there long enough to learn the critical weaknesses of Mendev and the demons, for this intelligence is critical to our long-term plans.
No doubt you are giving this missive that adorably quizzical look that I so love. Think, my pet. If another crusade should break out, it will draw every do-gooder in Avistan and distract every important nation’s eyes. That will grant us the freedom to pursue our own agenda without some fool in shining armor bumbling about, ruining our plans, and loudly shouting an oath to Cayden Cailean. Once we know the weaknesses of each side, I can pull strings to ensure that the conflict lasts long enough for us to accomplish what we must. Trust that I want the crusaders to win in the end; abyssal conquest is in none of our interests.
Ah, but what are our interests? I am researching several untapped sources of power—rather dark power—that will give us an edge in the days to come. The Chelish traditions of bargaining, deal-making, and binding have not been forgotten, and if we acquire enough arcane and planar might, Cheliax will certainly receive us again with open arms. Should you encounter other sources of magic that might give your allies pause, I leave it to your discretion as to whether we should add it to our arsenal or spurn it as too dangerous.
In the meantime, learn what you can about the crusaders’ foibles and their fortifications’ flaws. Our plans cannot come to fruition without that.
Longing for your company,
Paracountess Zarta Dralneen
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Posting as Signifer Randolf Culpher, Order of the Godclaw
Dearest Paracountess,
How did you find my address!? I had assumed that you would be huddling in some filthy cave North of Avistan by this point. Where is the letter from the Hellknight Commander that I publicly supported to become the next Absalom Chelish Diplomat?! This is outrageous. A pox upon thee, harlot-queen.
Unfortunately, there are a great deal of superior officers that threatened to beat me within an inch of my life if I should publicly speak against you, so I am bound by Asmodeus's cruelty to serve.
The Worldwound, you say? I have heard the beating drum of war, know this: Signifer Culpher is no coward. If there is any other reason to march, unified with Andoren scum and Mendevian brigands, it's to prove the martial superiority of the Hellknights. No other modern military force comes close! The weaknesses of our rivals are obvious.
When the demonic rabble scramble from their hole, it will be my boot that kicks them back in! Yes!
House Thrune Prospers!
-Signifer Randolf Culpher.
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(posting as Gerard Dessedeux of Galt, since Venture-Officers can't post under aliases)
Paracountess,
I am overjoyed that you managed to escape the machinations of TD, and yet I must confess you have been changed by the experience, and not for the better. If I may speak true, you seem to have become overwhelmed by a paranoid delusion which exceed even your old enemy's tangled thoughts. Please accept my regretful resignation from your service, effective immediately. May you find not what you seek, but what you truly need, in this life or the next.
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(posting as Gerard Dessedeux of Galt, since Venture-Officers can't post under aliases)
Paracountess,
I am overjoyed that you managed to escape the machinations of TD, and yet I must confess you have been changed by the experience, and not for the better. If I may speak true, you seem to have become overwhelmed by a paranoid delusion which exceed even your old enemy's tangled thoughts. Please accept my regretful resignation from your service, effective immediately. May you find not what you seek, but what you truly need, in this life or the next.
Man, this chick has always been crazy. Torch loaned me out to her more often than not over the years and she's no weirder than she used to be.
But what do I know? Mammals are all pretty nuts in my opinion.
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The northern man, of unassuming proportions and a quiver on his back shrugs with a rueful smile.
"Heh." And then the smile grows to a grin. "Whatever floats your boat, as they say here on the island. I ain't no magician, as you well know, but my arrows are gonna take down plenty of them demons.
He hawks to clear his throat and then spits off to the side. "I ain't no conspirator, either, but I can keep my mouth shut. You just be better than Old Torchy, and we'll get along just fine."
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Dearest Paracountess,
I'm glad your troubles over the past year have helped you to refocus on what is important. I had grown to fear - and I mean no insult by this, as it was your right as Chelish Nobility - that the decadence of this faction had stymied its growth and its ability to influence the Pathfinder Society for the betterment of the imperial homeland. You are right of course. This is an opportunity to gather power as much as it is one to show that Cheliax will not abide the hated chaos of the abyss.My waning respect for you has recovered I feel, and I look forward to working with you in this next long project. I trust that when you reclaim your rightful place in Cheliax, you'll remember those that helped put you there.
As always, your humble servant,
Doctor Aaron Mayhew
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Dearest Paracountess,
I shall miss your loving whips mistress, they brought me much pleasure in the many nights I have been in your company. I shall continue forth and bring law to those that stand in our way and obtain any raw dark powers I can find in the worldwound.
Your loving whipping boy.. erm Hellknight,
Your loyal servant,
Lance Burrow
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I ache for the touch of your lips, dear,
But much more for the touch of your whips, dear.
You can raise welts
Like nobody else,
As we dance to the masochism tango.
Say our love be a flame, not an ember,
Say it's me that you want to dismember.
Blacken my eye,
Set fire to my tie,
As we dance to the masochism tango.
At your command
Before you here I stand,
My heart is in my hand. ecch!
It's here that I must be.
My heart entreats,
Just hear those savage beats,
And go put on your cleats
And come and trample me.
Your heart is hard as stone or mahogany,
That's why I'm in such exquisite agony.
My soul is on fire,
It's aflame with desire,
Which is why I perspire
When we tango.
You caught my nose
In your left castanet, love,
I can feel the pain yet, love,
Ev'ry time I hear drums.
And I envy the rose
That you held in your teeth, love,
With the thorns underneath, love,
Sticking into your gums.
Your eyes cast a spell that bewitches.
The last time I needed twenty stitches
To sew up the gash
That you made with your lash,
As we danced to the masochism tango.
Bash in my brain,
And make me scream with pain,
Then kick me once again,
And say we'll never part.
I know too well
I'm underneath your spell,
So, darling, if you smell
Something burning, it's my heart.
Excuse me!
Take your cigarette from it's holder,
And burn your initials in my shoulder.
Fracture my spine,
And swear that you're mine,
As we dance to the masochism tango.
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Honored Paracountess Dralneen,
There is no word in any written language that could compare to the joy of your return and our Headquarters to based out of Korvosa. I have been born and raised in that city. Before I take my leave to the worldwound I will make sure to provide you the dossiers on the operations that I have been conducting throughout Varisia.
I hope that when I am away the operations that I put into place to see Korvosa the true power in Cheliax not to be put to the sideline. Once Korvosa controls all of Varisia then surely Cheliax will accept Korvosa back info its loving embrace. Then I am sure the House of Thrune will reward us greatly for making it all possible.
From this point on all contacts and property under my control in all of Varisia is for the factions use. This is my home and I shall ever be the most gracious host of hosts.
Sven Von Jeggare,
Of Noble House of Jeggare, Noble of Korvosa
May the Noble House of Thrune continue to rule.
posting as Janus Asariel, Hellknight Order of the Godclaw, Armiger
Honored Paracacountess,
My mother received your missive. Her studies at Citadel Dinyar has brought about the end of her association with the Pathfinder Society recently. However, since my father is one of the paralictors taking teams to Mendev with the Chelaxian delegation, she has asked me to act in her stead.
My mother wishes me to place this confidence with you… that my part in this incipient Crusade is also to get me out of Isger and away from the influence of the House of Thrune. While within the walls of Citadel Dinyar my unexpected legacy as a law-bringer* and the touch of the Inheritor on my brow do not mark me as an enemy to those who venerate Law, those outside its walls are not so… understanding.
Janus Asariel
Armiger, Hellknight Order of the Godclaw
and Inquisitor of Iomedae
(* Law-bringer: nickname for an Archon-blooded aasimar… specifically the lawful variety of celestial.)
posting as Karenna ard'Taxis, Cleric of Phrarasma
Beloved Patron,
I wish to extend my apologies that I may not be able to investigate the possibilities of Mendev as you wish… but I have come across an opportunity that may well serve you and the well-being of our nation by increasing the influence I may have within the Society itself.
I have been asked to, as I am no longer one of the active agents of the Society, to travel to Galt to deliver the Pale Maiden to the reopened Woodsedge Lodge.
As the Lady of the Graves sees fit,
Karenna ard'Taxis
(Karenna hit 12 and is about to start The Eyes of the Ten.)
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posting as Lady Nadia Belluno of Cheliax
Mistress,
I shall strive, as always, to please you. I shall use every skill at my disposal to gain the intelligence you seek. It is wise to occupy our political enemies with matters they will undoubtedly find more pressing. Any arcane secrets I uncover will naturally be at your disposal. Perhaps my destiny lies in The Worldwound. In your name I will show all who look upon me, crusader and demon alike the truth of Chelish superiority.
Your Faithful Servant,
Nadia Belluno
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My Dearest Paracountess,
It's a shame, really. I had so hoped you could meet the new "me". I have no doubt you would have enjoyed it.
But, alas, you're right of course - things to do, dark powers to bind, and all that. I already feel the tug of the Order, trying to draw me back in. The Pyre never rests, after all, and they'll see this bubbling over of demons as the machinations of chaos needing to be stamped out.
Wonderful. I guess I get to brave the Worldwound again. Hopefully for a little more than a scrap of old parchment, this time.
Til next we meet, o' luscious one,
Ever yours,
Karriel Draegar, Order of the Pyre
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Korvosa should have to due for now, i look forward the days in which we can freely walk among our country without being viewed as contrary to the rule of order.
The bindings of control must find there way in to the right hands. I shall endure to work towards this effort with my country men and women, there shall be no mercy for those whom stand in our way.
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Bob says,"wow what a time in the Worldwound! Demons, and traitors, and lots of Demons, and wayward souls, and lots more Demons, and traps, and even more Demons. You can't swing a dead Dretch without whacking a Demon or a dozen.
Ogre responds, "Bob you pathetic summoner, you can't even pick up a Dretch, let alone a mouse, let alone a desiccated fly, let alone ...."
"Shut up Ogre."
"yes boss"
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My Dearest Paracountess,
The tasks that you have put forth are more that satisfactory. This "good" people are driven as most by greed and pain in the end, even if they are not receiving the gold they are driven by power and dealing out the pain to others that are "evil". It saddens me that you have had to move your operations out of Absalom, now you are closer to the current affairs at hand with Mendev and the Worldwound.
Every man has their "Demons" that they would not want shown to the world. I can not not wait for our next meeting so I can share more on others' "Demons". I have just left Absalom after a exciting affair with the Blakroses and some of their "Demons". Will have to talk more of it when we next meet.
Sincerely and Truly yours,
Galin Valin
3rd Chelexian Blackpowder Rangers
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My Lady Dralneen:
I extend my utmost congratulations on your new endeavor. My heart is relieved to once again find you safe, well, and again in the service of the mighty Empire of Cheliax. I again serve at your pleasure, forever grateful for the kindness you have extended to me in this my honorable exile from my home of Egorian. As always, I shall use my considerable talents to progress your interests and the interests of the Empire. Like the whispering temptation in the night, I shall bend the will of those who stand in the way of our triumph. Be well, dear Paracountess. I eagerly await your next communique.
Your Servant,
Heccan Abraxi
House Abraxi of Egorian
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I do adore this faction. So many candid lovable people. Not bland as those unwholesome Galtan Galtish Galtian ah whatever they may be. Not too spicy like those Varisians, glad to be away from that mess. Not too many slogan shoutin Andorans gumming up the works. Just wholesome Chelaxian firey chili. Makes me all warm inside. Great to be here!
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Letter appears in regards to Cheliax faction.
To the honorable Paracountess and allies of Cheliax faction,
This is a report of last weeks actions. One of our dear brothers has been killed in action after years of honorable and faithful service to the cause. Sven Von Jeggare of the house of Jeggare was killed in action when he went out with a new pathfinder society team. He died bravely committing to a rear guard action that helped save the lives of 4 members that were horribly wounded. Two of which had been taken out of action due to their wounds.
I wish to say it was a glorious action however I can not. A gnome after being told not to open a side door decided to do it. The resulting trap took out half of the party while the other half was in the middle of a battle. It was Sven that was left behind while the survivors fled. Since Sven was in the thickest part of battle he was unable to retreat. Let this be a lesson to us all of the evils of chaos and chaotic allies. Only with Law and discipline may we prevail. Know your enemies but also know those who you would call allies.
Hail Cheliax
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Dear Paracountess,
My time is short, m'lady as I toil away at the tasks of our masters in the paradise that is Taldor. I wished to offer my condolences on the loss of Sir Von Jeggare. I did not know the man personally, only by reputation and via my usual channels of information. By all accounts, the loss of such a fine budding knight is a significant blow to our already beleaguered ranks. His passing teaches us all a lesson on caution and should prompt all of us to re-asses those who we place our trust in the field. I am able to read your thoughts, my dearest Paracountess. Indeed my already naturally suspicious nature has become even more so because of the tragedy. Do not fret, for you of any should know the need for such caution. As always, I do not confuse caution with hesitation and remain a loyal servant of the Empire.
Though the unfortunate events of the good Sir Von Jeggare has set my calculating mind to thinking. Always a danger I know, but the loss in ranks has made me realize that we really have no fair gauge as to the number of our ranks or their capabilities. Even in exile, such information would be useful to all of us. I know I have found myself in need of competent and trustworthy men and women and I would relish the ability to contact a loyal citizen of the Empire if and when the need arises. In any event, just one of my many good ideas that I do not hesitate to share with you, Paracountess.
I do hope our paths cross again soon, as unlikely as that is in the near term. At a minimum, I desire to return to Cheliax at least for a fortnight after completing my business in Cassomir if for no other reason than to have at least one damned glass of a decent Chelish red! But I digress. My condolences once again. I am certain the Prince of Laws has sorted Sven Von Jeggare to his due. Until our next missive, my lady.
Sincerely,
Heccan Abraxi
House Abraxi of Egorian