Journey to Pariol Island
The journey to Pariol Island is straightforwards and efficient, and you arrive on time in the early evening, having watched the sun go down from the quarterdeck of the Sterling Sapphire. The whole journey is an eight-hour party.
The Sterling Sapphire docks on the east of the island. The docks look newly constructed. A cadre of Shafar's mercenary guards keeps watch, and you are ushered off the pier. Servants take the guests luggage.
A newly paved path leads into the island. It is lit by oil lamps, on posts, at regular intervals. Liveried servants direct you. The sound of romantic lute-music fills the cool night air.
WELCOME PARTY
As you reach the centre of the island you see a group of beautiful silk pavilions. More liveried servants bring yet more wine. An elegantly dressed woman of middle age greets the guests as they are showed to seats in the main pavilion. She has olive skin and long, straight black hair, and is dressed in a formal crushed velvet dress that accentuates her form without being inappropriately revealing.
"Welcome, welcome honoured guests! Tonight, and tomorrow, we celebrate the marriage of my beloved eldest daughter Michellia. We honour our contract. We honour our family, and the family of the groom. We remember what makes us strong. We give thanks for our friends and our allies. But there will be time enough for speeches! There will be food and drink to last the night through! The wedding ceremony begins at dawn, my friends. Vroclaw assures me it is much easier to endure without a hangover, so of course I have ensured that remedies are provided in your guest quarters!"
THE NIGHT BEFORE
There are now five players to influence in the next phase :
Nigel Aldain. You have uncovered Nigel's weakness. Mention his marriage, and influencing him is easier. No influence, yet.
Alexander Bedard. You have no influence, yet.
Hamaria Blakros, mother of the Bride and Matriarch of the Blakros family. New player in the scene.
Jeon Raeng-Woo. You have discovered his drinking weakness. Mention his marriage, and influencing him is easier. No influence, yet.
Rubaani Shafar. You have no influence, yet.
Influence phase: welcome party (1/3) is about to start.
With his failure to gain any insight he simply offers his most useful skill to the mercenary guard commander, "you look like someone who appreciates order and productivity. I've got a little trick here I can show to get everyone moving to the same beat." He clips on his drums and pulls a couple sticks out, starting an impromptu performance.
Influence Check w/ Perform: Percussion + MW drums: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 10 + 2 = 30
Warning! SHIRTLESS MALES IN THE VIDEO!
Hamaria's gaze moves about as she keeps tabs on all her guests—whether to ensure no one has an empty goblet or for some other, more politically motivated reason, she gives no indication.
When she hears Hamish's great performance she walks over to you.
"Pathfinders! I am so happy you could make it! My family greatly values our mutually beneficial relationship. Hamish, you are quite the performer. Have you seen the bride yet? Michellia is preparing for the ceremony with her handmaids. It's bad luck for her to be seen the night before the ceremony you know. Michellia and her twin sister mean the world to me, of course. It is a shame that Eleanir could not be here to share her sister's joy, but she is off adventuring in Garund with Imrizade and her other cousins."
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Terrance is going to further try to influence Jeon Raeng-Woo by one of the best ways the infiltrating alchemical lab-rat knows how; Drinking.
Having some more wine from the servers that are tending to everyone, he goes to Jeon and offers him another full glass. "Come on, lets celebrate! Ain't every day we get to watch two fancy-pants nobles get hitched, Amiright?" As Terrance pours both of them glasses to drink. Holding up his glass to cheers, he clinks his glass with Jeon's and offers a real moment of comradery!
When Jeon is drinking his glass, Terrance uses that moment to instead pour half of the contents of his own glass into a flask for later, in order to break down the chemicals and figure out what this booze is made out of, maybe sell it at his own business!
"Ahhh now thats the good stuff! I could learn a thing or two about brewing this kinda goods! You should join me for drinking at my own shop in Isger sometime- I got the best little place to make all kinds of brews! My assistant, Momoko, is this wonderful little doll who knows all about blessing the wines of Aroden or something like that." He chats him on and on about his shop in Isger.
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Kolris approaches Nigel, continuing his conversation from before. "Hey Nigel, good to see you again. It's nice to be privileged enough to be invited to extravagent events like this, isn't it? You, through your lovely marraige into the Blakros family--that's how you got to be curator of the Museum, too, right? And I get to attend because of the Society. It's nice to be recognized these ways, isn't it?"
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"So nice to see you Nigel. Wasn't sure you'd make it with the marital troubles, but it's a pleasure none the less. Big plans for the museum? How are you today?"
Smiling as he watches Hamish perform, he nods. 'That one seems much more at ease now than our last mission.' he considers trying the food.
'Hmmm...who should I talk to next?'
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Cautiously approaching Rubaani Shafar, Umbrato bows. "Evening madam. I too feel a bit out of place in social gatherings. It seems, however, you've got this place locked up tight. Well done."
"I realize you likely can't partake of the festivities, but perhaps I can bring a smile to your face in another way?" quickly grabbing a pair of napkins, he folds them together, attempting to create an effigy of the woman.
Kolris approaches Nigel, continuing his conversation from before. "Hey Nigel, good to see you again. It's nice to be privileged enough to be invited to extravagent events like this, isn't it? You, through your lovely marraige into the Blakros family--that's how you got to be curator of the Museum, too, right? And I get to attend because of the Society. It's nice to be recognized these ways, isn't it?"
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Nigel's smooth exterior does not hold up to Kolris' subtle scrutiny, and the curator practically jumps at the chance to speak in his area of expertise rather than his family.
"Ah, well, the museum is, of course, one of the family's greatest achievements. It was formerly the base of a powerful wizard. Now, it is the foremost private collection of antiquities in the Inner Sea. I'd wager my collection rivals that sealed within the vaults of your Grand Lodge, master, er... you have me at a disadvantage I think? Oh well, I just wanted to make clear that I am fully supporting the extended cooperation with the Society!"
Terrance is going to further try to influence Jeon Raeng-Woo by one of the best ways the infiltrating alchemical lab-rat knows how; Drinking.
Having some more wine from the servers that are tending to everyone, he goes to Jeon and offers him another full glass. "Come on, lets celebrate! Ain't every day we get to watch two fancy-pants nobles get hitched, Amiright?" As Terrance pours both of them glasses to drink. Holding up his glass to cheers, he clinks his glass with Jeon's and offers a real moment of comradery!
When Jeon is drinking his glass, Terrance uses that moment to instead pour half of the contents of his own glass into a flask for later, in order to break down the chemicals and figure out what this booze is made out of, maybe sell it at his own business!
"Ahhh now thats the good stuff! I could learn a thing or two about brewing this kinda goods! You should join me for drinking at my own shop in Isger sometime- I got the best little place to make all kinds of brews! My assistant, Momoko, is this wonderful little doll who knows all about blessing the wines of Aroden or something like that." He chats him on and on about his shop in Isger.
Woo and Terrance are arm-in-arm, and Terrance is sharing stories that he picked up about Isger.
Suddenly, Woo bursts into song about Isger, encouraged by a small group of onlookers.
While we have Nigel cornered, Syl'las continues to question him. "So, about Varisia, apparently your mercenaries have been causing problems with the society. They are asking if you can have your guys give them some breathing room."
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Nigel turns to Syl'las.
"Of course! I was just telling Kolris that cooperation is the only way that we can prosper together! Let me tell you about our current ideas ..." and Nigel is nicer than you have ever seen him before. Surely this wedding is the only reason ... :-)
Cautiously approaching Rubaani Shafar, Umbrato bows. "Evening madam. I too feel a bit out of place in social gatherings. It seems, however, you've got this place locked up tight. Well done."
"I realize you likely can't partake of the festivities, but perhaps I can bring a smile to your face in another way?" quickly grabbing a pair of napkins, he folds them together, attempting to create an effigy of the woman.
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Shafar smiles at Umbrato.
"Very good! How I wish I could also take art as my only purpose. I have to test my blade against against the spawn of the abyss but more often than I like against thieves and bandits! In my youth, before I took over the Company, I had some adventures that also involved art! Alas, we are contracted to the Blakroses and I cannot countenance breaking that contract. But... I could have an employee that teaches me sometimes ... who are you working for sir ..."
Influence phase: welcome party (2/3) is about to start.
There are still five players to influence in the next phase :
Nigel Aldain. You have fully influenced Nigel.
Alexander Bedard. You have no influence, yet.
Hamaria Blakros, the mother of the bride was so impressed by the performance that she cannot stop talking about you. You have fully influenced the Matriarch of the Blakros family.
Jeon Raeng-Woo. You have discovered his drinking weakness. Mention his marriage, and influencing him is easier. Minor influence, so far.
Rubaani Shafar. You have a minor influence, so far.
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"Isimlothe!" Kolris responds to Nigel. [b]"Kolris Isimlothe, so sorry to have not introduced myself by name. Pleased, Nigel, very pleased. Now I'll let you enjoy yourself at this party and mingle. Have a great day!"
Kolris leaves Nigel with a slight bow, and looks around for others. He notices Alexander Bedard, and approaches the Andoran.
"Excuse me, is it Alexander Bedard? Hi! I'm Kolris Isimlothe. I'm here with the Pathfinder Society. How are you?" He lets the man offer a greeting, and offers a handshake of his own.
"So I understand you are with the Andoran People's Council, is that right? What's that like?" Kolris nods along, allowing the man to explain his group in as much detail as he likes. "You know, that doesn't really sound too different from the Pathfinder Society. A much more local focus, of course; we're definitely more global in scope, haha! But I think our two groups are aligned pretty well. We could use your support, if it ever came to that. Could we count on you?"
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Hamish slips up next to Umbrato and smiles at Rubaani Shafar, "I see you've met my friend Umbrato. I just overheard you were talking about crossing blades with spawn of the abyss? Well, he and I just completed a mission doing just that! And let me tell you what, he's a lot more than just a pretty paper folder. Quite competent in battle as well."
Hamish slips up next to Umbrato and smiles at Rubaani Shafar, "I see you've met my friend Umbrato. I just overheard you were talking about crossing blades with spawn of the abyss? Well, he and I just completed a mission doing just that! And let me tell you what, he's a lot more than just a pretty paper folder. Quite competent in battle as well."
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"Well, then I would say that you Pathfinders are truly as versatile as I have heard. Listen, a new lieutenant position is going to open up in a month. Maybe you could recommend someone within your ranks? I am looking for ... "
"Excuse me, is it Alexander Bedard? Hi! I'm Kolris Isimlothe. I'm here with the Pathfinder Society. How are you?" He lets the man offer a greeting, and offers a handshake of his own.
"So I understand you are with the Andoran People's Council, is that right? What's that like?" Kolris nods along, allowing the man to explain his group in as much detail as he likes. "You know, that doesn't really sound too different from the Pathfinder Society. A much more local focus, of course; we're definitely more global in scope, haha! But I think our two groups are aligned pretty well. We could use your support, if it ever came to that. Could we count on you?"
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When Kolris pauses in his introduction to Bedard, the Andoran grasps the elf's hand in a meaty fist and gives him a firm handshake.
"Well met, citizen!" Bedard's grasps the chance to speak of his homeland.
"Ah, you are most wise to seek my counsel Kolris! The Eagle of Freedom desires ever to spread her wings over the people of the Inner Sea! All peoples crave freedom. You wish to know how your Society can foster the cause of Freedom? Show all these so-called 'nobles' that they are no better than anyone else! We have no kings in Andoran. We exiled all those 'nobles' who would not join with the cause of Freedom! Nobody deserves to be held above other people merely because of the circumstances of their birth! Did you choose your parents? Did you earn your natural gifts? Is it not unjust, for one man to have enough to feed and house twenty whilst his fellows starve in the streets?" Bedard is in full swing ...
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Returning the smile, he nods to the woman. "Your smile is reward enough."
Turning towards Hamish, he adds "Kind words sir. I couldn't have been as effective were it not for your skills as well."
"Ms. I am currently under the employ of the Pathfinders. I wouldn't be opposed to discussing other options though. One can't be adventuring forever after all."
'Did I just say that? Wow...I guess our last mission had more effect on me than I realized...'
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Woo and Terrance are arm-in-arm, and Terrance is sharing stories that he picked up about Isger.Suddenly, Woo bursts into song about Isger, encouraged by a small group of onlookers.
Terrance's clearly average singing about his home Isger is out shone by Woo's, so Terrance also claps along to help encourage some real camaraderie among all the drunks in the crowd. They sing a song about a folktale about a courtesan who stood up to the Hellknights.
"There once was a wench from the dirty old bench
Deep in the city of Isger!
She danced all night and danced all day
So when she went home they would miss her!
Up all night til the count of 3'
Just at some party is where she would be
Til' the Knights and Pigs came rollin into town
And all the dogs would shutup and drown
In their sorrows and woes until they found
That silly little wench of Isger!"
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Terrance's clearly average singing about his home Isger is out shone by Woo's, so Terrance also claps along to help encourage some real camaraderie among all the drunks in the crowd. They sing a song about a folktale about a courtesan who stood up to the Hellknights.
"There once was a wench from the dirty old bench
Deep in the city of Isger!
She danced all night and danced all day
So when she went home they would miss her!
Up all night til the count of 3'
Just at some party is where she would be
Til' the Knights and Pigs came rollin into town
And all the dogs would shutup and drown
In their sorrows and woes until they found
That silly little wench of Isger!"
Zarta Dralneen, the beautiful Chelish woman who is known a master manipulator, personally accompanies the newest member of this Pathfinder group to the welcome party from the harbor.
She uses her charms and political power to her advantage as it seems and gives the monk in his ceremonial but simple clothing an introduction to the important guests.
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Syl'las overhears the song and grabs hold of Woo's other arm and begins to dance along with them.
Once the singing and dancing is done, Syl'las grabs some new drinks for the three of them and sits down beside Woo. "You sure know how to have a good time. Your spouse is so lucky. Most people become all stiff and serious when they become married."
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"Fashionably late? A ha!" Mosi chuckles, the hair on his face flattening softly. "I don't think I am important enough for that consideration, you are too kind Lady Dralneen."
The humanoid figure bows politely to his guide and turns to the rest of the pathfinders. A bright gold trim highlights the edges of deep crimson robes, and the silken threads glint in the light. The symbol of the open road is emblazoned on the front in a similar golden color to contrast the red. A meticulously shined wayfinder is the only jewelry or accessory visible.
What is considerably more noticeable, however, is that this pathfinder is decidedly monkey-like. Mosi favors Terrance with a wink, oddly grateful that he isn't the only one with a hairy face.
"Mosi is my name, and it is a pleasure to meet you. I do apologize for not being on the boat with you. I returned early from another mission and Valsin sent me off before I hardly had a chance to sit down in the hopes I could catch up to you. And it seems I have." he smiles and now bows to his new team. When he stands back up, he leans on his staff and looks each of the pathfinders up and down, measuring them as they are certainly measuring him.
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Mosi lets out a small gasp of delight at Terrance's song and dance. He cannot help but saunter over to see what is happening.
"In my travels I once met a band of gypsies. Desna may not be worshipped here, but she must be smiling! When it comes to dancing, I honestly have two left feet. This looks like too much fun to miss though. C'mon Jeon Raeng-Woo, I'll bet you haven't danced like this since your wedding day!"
Mosi quickly finds himself stepping along with Terrance, laughing along with the trio as he tries to keep up with the beat.
Mosi lets out a small gasp of delight at Terrance's song and dance. He cannot help but saunter over to see what is happening.
"In my travels I once met a band of gypsies. Desna may not be worshipped here, but she must be smiling! When it comes to dancing, I honestly have two left feet. This looks like too much fun to miss though. C'mon Jeon Raeng-Woo, I'll bet you haven't danced like this since your wedding day!"
Mosi quickly finds himself stepping along with Terrance, laughing along with the trio as he tries to keep up with the beat.
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Syl'las overhears the song and grabs hold of Woo's other arm and begins to dance along with them.
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Once the singing and dancing is done, Syl'las grabs some new drinks for the three of them and sits down beside Woo. "You sure know how to have a good time. Your spouse is so lucky. Most people become all stiff and serious when they become married."
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Syl'las dancing is helping to steady Woo and together with Woo and Mosi you clearly see that you have won his heart. A little dizzy and also drunk Woo looks at you with a smile.
"You Pathfinders are great at a party! My work is quite boring ... but this is fun!! Here! Have another glass of the 4701 Iadaran chablis, it's chilled to perfection! Let us enjoy this wedding ... and all its wonders!" He takes a swig of the fine elven wine and smiles at you broadly.
It is now past midnight, and the 'welcome party' shows no sign of winding down.
The Paracountess Zarta Dralneen glides over to you whilst you are conferring. In a quiet, breathy voice she murmurs to you.
"Oh my darlings, don't look now but we have a latecomer! Tancred Desimire! That deviant viper! Advisor to the Imperial Throne, and cousin of the groom. One of the most powerful men in the empire. How I would love to see him humiliated here! Oh but be careful darlings, Desimire is truly venomous..."
Dralneen slinks away and starts whispering in the ear of a handsome young guest before you can respond. You scan the room, and see the man that she must have been speaking of.
Desimire is a middle-aged man with carefully trimmed black hair and a distinctly retreating hairline.
The Chelish noble is dressed in fine black attire and looks on at all the activities around him in sinister amusement.
Half a dozen guests have already surrounded Desimire, eager to speak with him.
Influence phase: welcome party (3/3) is about to start.
There are now six players but only two to influence in the next phase :
Tancred Desimire. Very late to arrive, but obviously comfortable amongst the nobles and potentates. There is always a crowd around him.
Alexander Bedard. You have minor influence, yet.
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Nigel Aldain. You have fully influenced Nigel.
Hamaria Blakros, the mother of the bride was so impressed by the performance that she cannot stop talking about you. You have fully influenced the Matriarch of the Blakros family.
Jeon Raeng-Woo. You have fully influenced Woo.
Rubaani Shafar. YYou have fully influenced Rubaani.
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When Kolris pauses in his introduction to Bedard, the Andoran grasps the elf's hand in a meaty fist and gives him a firm handshake.
"Well met, citizen!" Bedard's grasps the chance to speak of his homeland.
"Ah, you are most wise to seek my counsel Kolris! The Eagle of Freedom desires ever to spread her wings over the people of the Inner Sea! All peoples crave freedom. You wish to know how your Society can foster the cause of Freedom? Show all these so-called 'nobles' that they are no better than anyone else! We have no kings in Andoran. We exiled all those 'nobles' who would not join with the cause of Freedom! Nobody deserves to be held above other people merely because of the circumstances of their birth! Did you choose your parents? Did you earn your natural gifts? Is it not unjust, for one man to have enough to feed and house twenty whilst his fellows starve in the streets?" Bedard is in full swing ...
Hamish walks over with a smile, "did I hear you talking about freedom and equality? That is right up my ally!"
He introduces himself with a firm handshake and continues, "Hamish is the name, servant of the Lady of Graves. Now, from my knowledge of her teachings it is quite evident that all are equal in the end. And if all are equally judged in the end, why not do the same while we live?"
Waving up at his obviously not enough elven and not enough human ears, "plus, if I let the circumstances of my birth effect my confidence then I wouldn't be worth much at all!"
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"Hey Syl'las, I'm gettin' some bad vibes from that guy." Terrance says while looking at Tancred Desimire. "He just seems, I dunno, creepy." Terrance takes a long pull from his tankard he acquired after singing and dancing, eyes never leaving his target.
"I'm gonna try to get a read on him. Watch my 6'." He then heads on up to Tancred. "What strikes your fancy, Mr. Tall-Dark? Little brandy, bourbon, champagne? Maybe a bit of the good ol roulette of cocktails?" And he holds out a flask or two of cocktail concoctions he calls Oatmeal Cookie and Four Horseman.
1 Splash Cinnamon Bark and Ginger Root Liqueur (Jagermeister)
Cream Based Liqueur (Irish Cream)
1 Splash Cinnamon Schnapps
Butterscotch Schnapps
Bourbon Whiskey (Jim Beam)
Scotch Whiskey (Johnnie Walker)
Sour Mash Whiskey (Jack Daniels)
Blended Whiskey (Jameson)
Terrance notices that Tancred is at home in social environments, and
he does a good job of seamlessly moving from different gaggles.
After some listening and observing Terrance believes that Tancred Desimire is ambitious to a fault, and while he has moved quickly up the ranks of the Thrune government's bureaucracy, he can be easily angered if somebody brings up certain reminders at how far he has left to climb.
During the wedding, he probably is most easily placed off-balance by mentioning Paracountess Zarta Dralneen or his brother, Aglorn Desimire. You hear during one of the more private conversations that Aglorn was a member of the Aspis Consortium, and was killed by a team of Pathfinders in the isolated demiplane contained within
the Hao Jin Tapestry.
Zarta tells you all that Tancred holds no ill will against the Pathfinder Society for his brother's death, believing Aglorn made his own bed by joining the unscrupulous Aspis Consortium.
He does, however, blame Dralneen, whose representatives among the Pathfinders left behind a token of the paracountess's ire ... he believes that the Pathfinders planted a letter on Aglorn's body decrying the House of Thrune, and putting Tancred at risk of reprisal.
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Kolris nods at Hamish as he arrives. "Ahh, Hamish; join us please! Mr. Bedard here is on the Andoran People's Council. Most prestigious, and he's been telling me the most delightful tales!"
Returning his attention to the Andoran, he bolsters Hamish's efforts. "Isn't it funny, here we are at this elaborate noble wedding, and they seemingly have no clue that our ideas would undermine their society if seen through to the logical conclusion." The elf bursts into boisterous laughter.
After Hamish and Kolris appraoch Bedard and speak to him, you see a servant approaching him and handing him a note.
Bedard reads the note, and his face reddens. He screws up the piece of paper and clenches his (rather massive) fists.
"Is this some kind of sick joke?!" he almost shouts.
Then he shakes his head and turns to Hamish and Kolris and looks at them intently.
He continues to talk in a lower voice: "Everybody here is with those Hellknights and Blakros! That bastard Kastner has put this servant up to this! He knows how I feel about Michellia! He's invited me here just to humiliate me!"
Other guests nearby overhear Bedard's outburst, and mutter to each other. Many of them are grinning.
Bedard continues talking to Hamish and Kolris.
"At least you understand me ... you understand that I had to come here to make a difference!"
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"Ahhh, I see there are movers and shakers at this party." Mosi steps into a conversation that Tancred had been having with a group of Taldan nobles. The information relayed to him by Terrance buzzes around in his head, while he tries to figure out how to best use it.
"Do you even know whom you are speaking with gentlemen?" Mosi asks two men who appear to be content with their buzz and their proximity to powerful people. "The Desimire name is infamous in the inner sea. They attack each day with an ambition unknown to mankind." he smiles, raising a glass. "Destined for the upper crust is what I heard, am I right Tancred?" Mosi feigns a deep interest in the percieved power of the Chelaxian noble.
"What is your title now? I don't want to be rude and address you with the wrong moniker."
Mosi's smile appears just like the two fanboys next to him, hangers-on who just like being in the presence of power. Secretly he smiles at his own cleverness at possibly getting the man to admit his relatively low station in front of a small crowd.
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Syl'las follows Terrance over to Tancred, "Well if it isn't Advisor to the throne Tancred Desimire" In a slightly lower tone she follows up, "I am so sorry to hear about your brother, it is always hard to lose a loved one to silly rivalries. I admire your outlook on the situation to not blame the Society as a whole."
Kolvis and Hamish are surprised when Bedard does not want to stop talking
"Ah, my boys, I bet you want to hear the story of the People's Revolt?"
Bedard smiles, and puts his thick arm around Kolvis' shoulder.
"It was 4669. I was but a babe in arms. Accounts differ as to what exactly happened first, but what is certain is that both the merchant class and the working class refused to languish any longer We emptied the prisons, and freed all the slaves. Since that blessed day, no Andoren has endured slavery! Following the wisdom of Jubannich and Hosetter, we united as one people! We demanded and won our freedom! In unity and fraternity, we rejected the rule of And unlike those Galtan brutes, we did not seek to kill our former lords. Instead we offered them equal citizenship, and many accepted. The rest were exiled. The lands and properties that the old masters had expropriated from the people were redistributed for the common good. Now, we enjoy Common Rule. I am but one of 350 elected representatives who sit on the People's Council. If I fail in my duty, my equals, the free citizens of Augustana, will replace me at the next election. You know, my boy, I feel strongly that you would flourish in Andoran. Perhaps you even have the makings of an Eagle Knight."
Bedard continues to regale you with stories of the People's Revolt, and the heroism of the Andoren Eagle Knights, for as long as you listen. When he suggests that he would be willing to sponsor you for a visit to the Eagle Knight, you know that you have won him over.