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Silver Crusade

Cuorecielo looks over at Sheliantha, a question on her tiny face, and then back to Golden. "I don't think Sheliantha can use pearls of power." The sorceress nods slowly, and gives a bit of a smile. "But," the Azata continues, "She can use runestones, though! I think they work the same." She frowns a little in concentration.

Liberty's Edge

"I have no idea what your magical gobbledy-gok is about. Probably the reaosn I'm not a wizard of some sort. What is the difference with the rune...rock...thing?"

Silver Crusade

Sorry about posting from the wrong me in my last post!

Sheliantha herself picks up on the question. "Essentially, Nesod, you are asking about the differences between wizards, the apprenticeship that didn't work out for you, and sorcerers, those who have the power in their blood, like me. I can't use a pearl of power, as I don't prepare my spells ahead of time, and only release them when I need them. Mine flow from me ahead of time."

She smiles to the monk and shrugs a little. "The pearl of power allows that wizard to re-use that preparation a second time, and thus he can cast the spell again. Since I haven't prepared anything, it doesn't help me. The runestones of power, however..." Her bright eyes flash with just a hint of avarice, brightening her already startling face. "They would just give me that much more power in a day. It's quantized, or so the theorists say, and so I would get to use another spell of the same magnitude, or 'level'. I eagerly anticipate the day when I can try one out."

She sits back in her chair, and sighs softly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lecture. I'm considered something of a scholar among sorcerers. Normally that's more of a wizard's way to look at magic. So, perhaps you could tell me a bit more of what you are finding is your way in the world?"

Liberty's Edge

"Well after my time in the war was ended, I was captured and sold as a slave. Once I got my hand on a bow, I killed my master and fled over here. realizing my skill, I joined in PFS for quick cash, but the majority of my work is as a mercenary, be it guard, ranger, or front-liner."

Liberty's Edge

Nesod the Monkchinegun wrote:
"That's what most people say. Then they have to go on a cross-continental trek with complete strangers. That's why I take pains to be on as loose a leash as possible, even if it requires sleeping in a stable and talking to a sword and bow."

A tanned and somewhat haggered-looking halfling looks up from pondering his drink and grins

Sleeping in a stable you say? Who's your venture captain and where can I meet him? I would've given my right arm just for a tumbledown wall to cut the wind when I was trekking across Irrisen a couple years back, much less four of em' and a roof to boot! Do you have any idea how deep the snow gets up there in the land-of-always-winter? Well, I'm not sure either, but when you're just shy of three and a half feet tall it's plenty deep!

Take it from somebody with a little experience: as rich as the pickings might be from time to time, you're gonna need a reason better than money if you're gonna do what they're gonna ask you to do here in the society.

Liberty's Edge

"What's yours? I'm starting to get swayed in by the Eagle Knights, personally."

Liberty's Edge

Nesod the Monkchinegun wrote:
"What's yours? I'm starting to get swayed in by the Eagle Knights, personally."

The halfling smirks and gives Nesod a wink

Yeah, we can be insidious like that.

Me, I love to travel, almost as much as I love to complain about it. I've been to places and seen things as a Pathfinder that I never would've in a wandering troupe or a caravan. Not all of em were pretty, but my lady Starsong says that there're wonders to be experienced in even the most dismal and desolate of destinations, and I've found it to be true.

Plus, being connected with a known and powerful group like the Society makes it a little less likely that I'll be knocked over the head and hauled off to the slave market when I put into a port like Katapesh or Kintargo. That's the hope, at least, and it's been working for me so far.

Silver Crusade

ooc: Due to VOship I can't post as my character but I will preface with his name ;)

~Liran Ver'Ha~

Looks up from his drink after losing himself in his thoughts for a time. Looking over to the tattooed woman he says somewhat contemplatively, "I have heard of that difference between the sorcerers and wizards. I have also heard that wizards resent the aptitude and naturalness you sorcerers seem to have towards magic. I personally must side with the scholars though. My sister and I have a very keen interest in history, ancient magics, and civilizations. A bit of a hobby for us. I have a small, but growing collection of artifacts at my farmstead. Nothing of power, mostly pottery, and ancient cultural items, but fascinating objects regardless."

Looking towards the halfing, he takes a long drink before saying, "I must assume from your response you are a member of the Eagle Knights? I myself am finishing up my entree qualifications and hope to join your ranks soon enough. The fledgling military force has proven itself since I fought with them during the People's Revolt for Andoran's independence. I had many great friends within your ranks at that time. I cannot remember if you called yourself Eagle Knights then, but the attitude and comradeship was most certainly there."

Taking another drink he uncinches his plate gauntlet, laying it on the table and pulling up the underlying padding to show a rather jagged scar running up his fore arm, "Still have a scar from that war. Hellknight blades cut deep."

Silver Crusade

She gives a nod to Liran, waiting for him to come up out of his cup. "It is indeed fortunate for me, and our group, that Cuorecielo and I have studied as hard as we have. Our recent Great Foe had protected himself with powerful magicks, and we two were able to defuse those protections by understanding them." She seems unable to hide the pride in her voice.

"We have not yet made much study of the beings from the Abyss, but when those work magic, we should be able to understand what they are doing."

Liberty's Edge

Nesod shivers when he hears of the Abyss. "Went to Mendev, once. It was a nightmare there, barely got out alive. I just sign up and already the world is coming apart at the seams. I wonder if the gods are trying to tell me something." He thinks a moment, then shrugs "Probably just another excuse to see if I'm ready for the armies of Ragathiel."

Liberty's Edge

Sichelgaita looks at Liran with awe. "You were *there* during the People's Revolt?" she asks. "Iomedae on high. The children in Fusil were in awe of my family because my grandam's grandfather fought in the Revolt, and she still remembered the stories he told her as a girl. If *you'd* ever come through there...forget the children, you'd have had every man and woman in Fusil eager to speak to you, and you'd have had room, board and drink for free as long as you stayed."
As she hears mention of the Abyss, her hand grips the small wooden icon of Iomedae about her neck. "I think," she says to Cuorecielo, "that in the weeks and months to come, we're all going to be grateful that the Society has people like you and Sheliantha. We'll need thinkers more than standard fighters, especially when dark magicks are involved."

Liberty's Edge

Zach Williams wrote:

"I must assume from your response you are a member of the Eagle Knights? I myself am finishing up my entree qualifications and hope to join your ranks soon enough. The fledgling military force has proven itself since I fought with them during the People's Revolt for Andoran's independence. I had many great friends within your ranks at that time. I cannot remember if you called yourself Eagle Knights then, but the attitude and comradeship was most certainly there."

Taking another drink he uncinches his plate gauntlet, laying it on the table and pulling up the underlying padding to show a rather jagged scar running up his fore arm, "Still have a scar from that war. Hellknight blades cut deep."

The halfling raises his eyebrows, visibly impressed, and rubs his own arm absently through his sleeve. Reaching into a pocket of his cloak, he removes a small figurine of a falcon carved from blue stone.

"Reed Starling, lance corporal of the Steel Falcons, at your service."

He carefully returns the figure to his pocket and looks down slightly, giving a small smile.

"An honorary title, really. I do what I can to help the cause when I'm out in the field, but really it's no more than I'd choose to do on my own. My granddad lived his whole life in bondage to a household that'd owned my family since the days of Old Taldor, and my father did what he could for the Revolt when it came, though he was no fighter. By the grace of Desna I was born and raised under Common Rule, and everything I am I owe to good folk like yourself. I figure it's only right I should give back, and do what I can to share the good fortune that I've had, title or no."

Silver Crusade

Cuorecielo, the Lyrakien, flits over and sits on Sichelgaita's shoulder. She looks over those gathered, and speaks fairly lowly. "She's pretty smart, Sheliantha. But don't get her wrong. She was the one the Bulette tried to chomp and claw, and she took it down. Brave as most come, and her own magicks can swing the day. We two are ready to find the Sky Citadel, and do what we can against the Bad Guys." Then she starts to count on her fingers, gets lost, and starts again. "Grandam's Grandfather. That's a long time ago!"

Sheliantha herself gives a sketchy, unprofessional, but heartfelt salute to Liran. "You, sir, have earned yourself another drink." She signals with a dazzling smile to an attendant, who brings out a bottle of Oldlaw, and a tray of shotglasses, pouring for everyone.

Then she nods to Reed. "I have risen in the ranks, but I'll never be serving in the Golden Legion. It's more a courtesy. I am far more a diplomat than a soldier, or even a scholar. Getting the good people of the world to work together is a desire of mine."

Liberty's Edge

~Liran Ver'Ha~
Reaching up and flicking one of his pointed ears the elf chuckles.

"Well thank you for the compliments, experiences like that come along a great deal when you're as long lived as my kind are. I was a simple squire at that time, fighting at the side of my liege knight. I would never, of course, pass up a free drink though. Thank you."

Taking one of the drinks and throwing it back.

"Ah! I must say, I much prefer the cut of the human and dwarven drinks over my own peoples. I grew fond of them during that time. Some of the drinks that the soldiers make on the battlefield get...interesting. Kick like a mule they do! Well Corporal Starling, it is good to meet. I am glad for your grandfathers service, the Cheliaxians treatment of your people is...disturbing at best. I think you would do him proud. Not everyone must fight to be of great use to the Knights. Some researchers are needed, cooks to keep the men and women fed, smiths to arm them, farmers to feed them. Everyone, no matter their service is important in their own way."

Growing somewhat more serious he turns to Sichelgaita, "I have only been dealing in diplomacy with the other nations and a minor brawl with a demon or two so far, but the storm in the north is wiping up. When it comes to demons, thinkers will be important. Luckily Mendev is adept at forging heroes, and I do not doubt that many from the Society will step up as well. This is far more than a People's Revolt forming. The men and women of your village of Fusil may one day hold you in as high regard as those veterans of that war."

Liberty's Edge

Turning almost unnaturally quick to Liran, Nesod prattles a tiny bit before saying "Went to Razmiran. Those people could most liekly use a people's revolt. Some fo their soldiers and whatnot are still hunting me down after my companions and I killed several memebrs of the clergy and city guards. Ah, that was fun!"

Liberty's Edge

~Liran Ver'Ha~

Chuckles at Nesod. "Those people are a strange bunch. I feel they enjoy kidnapping or entrapping others, then become hurt when retribution arrives. That nation, is an odd little nation."

Liberty's Edge

"Probably think that we're the aggressors. Glad they didn't respond to my business cards."

Liberty's Edge

Sichelgaita grins at the tiny Lyrakien. "Oh, I don't doubt it," she says. "The very fact that she's out in the field, rather than sitting in an ivory tower somewhere reading and writing scholarly tracts on magic, is testament to her bravery." She inclines her head towards Sheliantha. "Though I didn't know the exact details. Lymirin's Wings, *that* must have been a fight to remember. Praise Iomedae you both came through it." She turns back to Cuorecielo. "I know, right? *Quite* a while."
She bows her head in acknowledgement of Liran's words. "That's quite a compliment, especially coming from you. I just hope I can earn it."

Liberty's Edge

Reed chuckles at the Lyrakien's comment

"The life of a pathfinder, eh? Explore, Report, Cooperate, and try not to get eaten along the way."

He turns his gaze toward his drink, seeming to study it thoughtfully

"If I don't miss my mark, I'll be heading up Mendev-way myself soon enough. Seems more and more of us are headed north every day, and I have some small experience tangling with demons and their ilk already. I must admit, I never imagined myself becoming a crusader, but I'll play the part if that's what's needed of me."

Liberty's Edge

"I've always felt strangely drawn to that place. Any of you ever felt that pull of destiny?"

Liberty's Edge

Reed raises an eyebrow to Nesod

"Mendev surely is a strange place to be drawn to, no doubt about that. Then again, there are many who have chosen to walk the Pilgrim's Path, and almost as many reasons why they've done it."

He pauses thoughtfully and sips his drink

"I don't know about destiny, though. In my travels I've seen good luck and bad, and by the grace of Desna the balance has favored the former, at least enough so that I'm still alive to talk about. And I do believe that the Song of the Spheres may set a soul to wandering, and sometimes a man knows the destination and sometimes he doesn't. But in my experience the only destiny we have is the one we make, with the help of the gods or no."

He takes another sip from his glass and shrugs

"Then again, they say that the Lady of Graves knows the time and place of every man's death from the moment he's born, and I'm not so proud as to claim it's not so. But she's a taciturn sort, by all accounts, and those who keep their secrets well often breed rumors of stranger secrets still."

Liberty's Edge

"I just meant because fighting demons sounded cool."

Liberty's Edge

Sichelgaita toys with her glass, before drinking and speaking again. "I don't know what
I think of fate," she says carefully. "I certainly believe that the gods choose certain individuals and help them, but I don't think that's predestined - I think that when the gods do aid us, it's because of the free choices we've made in our lives." She drinks again, her expression serious. "North. I'm not looking forward to it, but I'll go, and do what I can. And hope I'm strong enough."
Downing the last of her drink, she smiles suddenly. "But we're not there right now. We're among good companions, and we can rest for a time." She grins at the Lyrakien n her shoulder. "Rest, sing and drink when our throats get dry from singing."

Liberty's Edge

"Vicious cycle, and I'm rubbish at singing anyway. Why I took my day job and PFS, it's EXCITING!!!"

Silver Crusade

Cuorecielo, the tiny Azata gives a smile to Sichelgaita, and then clambers to a standing position on the paladin's shoulder. Her voice starts softly, but builds and builds to a sound belying her small size. A historian might recognize the roots of the century-old ballad, but it was a song from the very first Mendevian Crusade. The emotions of bravery and determenition, and excitement too, permeate the music.

Perform (Sing): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24

Liberty's Edge

Though Sichelgaita knew how amazing the Lyrakien's singing was from experience, her song this eve is truly awe-inspiring. Her hand goes to her right eye, though she smiles widely.

Liberty's Edge

Recognizing the tune, NEsod pulls out an odd looking instrument and plays

Perform (Kazoo): 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (20) - 2 = 18

Liberty's Edge

Traddles wanders in to the sound of his favorite childhood instrument, its duck-like quacks jumping from one pitch to the next amid a chatty sea of voices. He reaches into his backpack and pulls outs a fiddle of dark-stained wood and grinds his strings to the beat of the infectious kazoo.

Perform (stringed instruments): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Liberty's Edge

~Liran Ver'Ha~

Drinks deeply, listening to the music, and smiling.

"I did not know that Andorans were so musically inclined."

Leaning back into his plate mail, the tavern chair giving a slight hint of weariness at the armors weight.

Liberty's Edge

"I honestly have no idea how the heck I keep doing this." Nesod shrugs, then, perceiving the chair, says "You're among friends here. You can take off your armor.

Liberty's Edge

~Liran Ver'Ha~

Liran smiles and chuckles.

"Thank you, but this right now is less for protection and more for training. I figure up in Mendev and the Worldwound I will not have time to don armor, especially this armor." Punctuating what he says with a rap on his breastplate.

"Simply training to wear it more comfortably and naturally. I figure if Uruvion can do it, then so can I."

Liberty's Edge

Sichelgaita grins and leans back herself, her own chair creaking under her half-plate. "Beautiful Music, drink and good friends," she says quietly, not even realising it's out loud. "Sometimes it's nice not to be a Paladin and just to be...me."
Louder, she joins the conversation. "I imagine if it was widely known, what talent we have in our faction, the other factions would constantly try to entice certain of us away to liven up *their* meetings!"

Silver Crusade

"Hey! We are free to be in any faction we want!" Cuorecielo pipes up. "So no one needs to be enticed if they don't want to be!"

Sheliantha leans forward and murmurs something in the Lyrakien's ear, and the tiny one then blushes.

"Oh, sorry. I think 'entice' is a word that didn't mean what I thought it meant. Maybe I shouldn't try to know all the languages. It gets a little confusing sometimes." She gives a sheepish grin and plops back down on Sichelgaita's armored shoulder.

The sorceress straightens and speaks in her rich contralto voice. "It's part of what attracted Cuorecielo to me, the fact that I can sing a little. I never have time to work on it anymore, what with preparing for missions all the time. Who knew that magic took so much studying?"

She signals and another round of drinks is brought out; glasses and mugs are refilled.

Liberty's Edge

~Liran Ver'Ha~

"I would not know how much study or effort it takes for magic. Glad for it's uses though! Ah! Thank you!" Liran takes a long drink from his refill.

"How did you two meet by chance? I cannot say it is that common for extra planar beings to follow us mortals around, is it?" he says, looking for at the tattooed woman and then to the azata.

Silver Crusade

"I think we didn't 'meet' so much as Cuorecielo came to me..." Sheliantha looks to the much smaller figure.

The Lyrakien nods in response. "We didn't just meet here on the Material Plane. No, I felt the call, even though Shel didn't think she was calling. It was in Varisia, not far from Magnimar. I wanted to go there to see the Beauty anyways, and I felt the call so I went. And there She was!" Tiny hands gesture to the seated sorceress, who looks off through a window for a moment, with an amused smile briefly gracing her face. "I liked what I saw, so we talked, and then I liked what I heard so we walked, and then, good things keep happening, so I stayed. Shel says that I'm her--familiar, at least that's what the studies say, but really she's my Friend!" The Azata bounces back up to her feet on Sichelgaita's shoulder. "And I meet new friends too! Like Sichelgaita here. She's a paladin!"

Note that Cuorecielo's song before would remove the fatigue condition if the listener wanted it to.

Liberty's Edge

~Liran Verha~

Liran puts on a mock expression of surprise at the Azata, "A paladin you say? I must say, I thought she was a very confused wizard. Are you certain? Perhaps some spell addled her mind."

Liran grins and winks at Sichelgaita sneakily.

Bluff: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Liberty's Edge

"Never understood why outsiders came to the material plane. I mean, I don't mind the good ones (there was this really cute Azata once), but can't, say, the Demons and Devils fight each other? I love a good fight as much as anyone, but this is getting ridiculous."

Looks at Liran Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9 "You did? Sheesh man, even I can notice a paladin, and for me streetwise means remembering which street I live on!"

Liberty's Edge

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Sichelgaita grins back and returns the wink, speaking in tones of truly awesome faux-astonishment. "So *that* explains why I felt so drawn to the starry blue robes I saw in the market! And why I prefer silk garments over those made of hemp, sackcloth and beeswax, such as Paladins *should* wear. Yet...could this mind-addling spell have given me my talent with a sword? Then...it is talent undeserved! I shall have to take myself to a convent, and live a cloistered life forevermore in penance for the talent I have stolen..." she can't get any further, and collapses into a giggling fit.
Straightening, she looks at the tiny azata on her shoulder. "I'm sorry -you may find, the longer you spend on our Plane, that mortal humour often revolves around friendly sarcasm."
She looks consideringly at Nesod. "I once heard somewhere that they *did* fight one another..." she muses. "Though the story was an odd one...something about a spire and a city shaped like a wheel that floated in mid-air..."

Liberty's Edge

"Ah, well, all nonsense and hearsay nowadays. Then again, finding that kind of crap is in our job description."

Silver Crusade

sense motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Cuorecielo whips her head around to look at Sichelgaita. "Wizard?" She inquires with a puzzled expression. "But you said that..." And then she looks questioningly at Liran. Then when the paladin in question speaks up about sarcasm, she nods with a smile, albeit dubiously.

Sheliantha takes a moment to step in. "We don't have to worry, Cuore. Wizard or Paladin, Sichelgaita is still your friend. And she's perfectly willing to stand between us and the demons." The tattooed woman offers a hand, and the Azata flits over to take a seat, seeming more comfortable almost immediately with that reassurance. She looks over the gathering from her new throne, and whispers up to the sorceress, who nods and produces a thimble glass, to which a server provides a dollop of strong liquor.

Liberty's Edge

~Liran Ver'Ha~

Smiling broadly and giving a melodious laugh at the little creatures confusion he says, "You must forgive my sarcasm, my little friend. We mortals are indeed a joking bunch. A few races more than others."

Looking over at Nesod he grins, "Demons, Devils, Daemons, Archons, the whole lot. They are always fighting each other. Think of it much like it is here, the nations always fighting over lands and resources, only more hate fueled."

Liberty's Edge

Sichelgaita looks repentant. "Forgive me, dear friend," she says to the Azata. "I am indeed a Paladin." She holds up her Icon of Iomedae - hand-carved by her father many years ago now. "I just couldn't resist playing along."
She nods at Sheliantha. "Absolutely true. Devils, Demons, or Dinosaurs, I'll stand between you and them. As my instructors used to say:
We are the point,
We are the edge -
We are the hawks that Iomedae fed!"

Liberty's Edge

"Hawks?" Nesod cocks his head quizzically "Is that a metaphor for something or other?" Turning to Liran "I dunno. Seen, caused, and felt plenty of hate out here in the big wide world. Pathfindering and mercenary work help with it though."

Liberty's Edge

~Liran Ver'Ha~

Cocking his head at Sichelgaita he inquires, "Iomedae fed hawks?"

Turning to address Nesod, he nods, "Oh aye, plenty of hate out there to be sure. The evil planes though put human hate to shame. It seems they are even made of it. Mortal birth does not dictate how they will be in life, a demons birth dictates fully how they will be though. Born of evil, and into evil."

Liberty's Edge

"And that's why we smite them. But if they go back to their home plane, doesn't that mean that they are constantly growing in population? How do they fix that?"

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