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I'm fine with it. I think the only way to change it is to either contact one of the forums support members or to unconnect the thread and connect a new one. It shouldn't be an issue, though, as long as people can remember that when you look at the game through My Campaigns, it's this one and not Skull & Shackles. If you had done it recently, there is a chance you could keep hitting the back button, go to that page and just rename it, but not likely.
That being said, if the DM is currently running a Skull & Shackles, or if any of the other players are also in one, it might be better to try to change the name to avoid confusion.
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The invitation delivered last night was remarkably simple, especially given the importance of the occasion: “Start where it all began. Meet us at the Pig’s Paunch one hour before dawn.” The Pig’s Paunch is a run-down building with a faded sign of a large pig standing on its hind legs, arms folded above a corpulent belly. Inside, the air is thick with the scents of human sweat, stale tobacco, and leftover food. In the center of the room, surrounded by inebriates sleeping off their revelries, a familiar elven man stands high upon top of a large round table. “Welcome! Welcome, my students! Please, have a seat!” With
that, Kreighton Shaine, the Pathfinder Society’s Master of Scrolls,
nimbly drops down to sit cross-legged on the table before looking about the tavern with a sense of reverent wonder. “Can you believe it? It all started here years ago—well, over four hundred of them at least. Under this very roof the Pathfinder Society was born. “But today! Today you will begin your Confirmation! Master Farabellus, Master Zey, and I all agree you each have shown your worth and dedication to the Society, so there’s no better time to see if you can handle becoming full field operatives. Allow me to introduce you to Janira Gavix,” he says as he motions for an excitable halfling woman to approach. She wears a large backpack and carries all manner of tools, pouches, and scroll cases around her waist. Shaine continues, saying, “Janira here will be going with you on your Confirmation. She was one of my brightest pupils and will no doubt be an invaluable resource on your journey, for she discovered the caves you are about to explore during her own Confirmation.” Janira speaks up in an enthusiastic and cheerful voice, “Greetings, aspiring Pathfinders! Six months ago, while I was
mapping cave entrances in the foothills of the Kortos Mounts, I witnessed a lone gillman entering a concealed cave. I thought little of it at the time, but I saw another one enter the cave again a month
later as my Confirmation stretched on. A few days later, after I completed my assigned task, I entered the cave system, but was unable to find the gillmen.” Master Shaine hops to his feet. “Initiates, for your Confirmation, you will travel to these caves to explore and document its many passages. Additionally, and most importantly, you are to learn what the gillmen are up to in there. Oh, and you need to come
back alive as well.” With these parting words, the Master of
Scrolls jumps off the table and strolls out of the building while
humming to himself.
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" Rather abrupt wasn't he..... Hmm. Oh well. The Society asks of you and you deliver."
Clad in studded leather armor , dyed deep purple, with 2 shortswords over his right shoulder and a warhammer hanging on his right hip, he rises and looks around. His left side has a large belt pouch with many pockets that seem to be filled with an odd assortment of things. Dragging his pack up to his left shoulder, he says...
" Well, we should get started. Sooner done, the sooner done. As they say. Ahhh. By the way I'm Kenri."
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Listening intently to what passes as a mission breifing in the Society these days, the knight makes small notations in his journal. "Typical. . . Theres a reason I hate these guys. Greetings lady Janira. Its an honor."
Disgusting creatures, those gillmen. Sara quips, "T'would not be unreasonable to bring back a leg or two of the fishmen, eh? Should make for great frying at the tavern!"
"That seems a bit too, cannibalistic to me. Ill stick to with normal field rations."
Looking about the room to size up his allies, "I am Sir Christoff, a warrior and priest of the Crusader, and am pleased to be on this quest with you. I hope that I am able to bring us all back alive with a glorious tale.
Sir Christoff is a slightly taller than average human dressed in heavier armor than most Pathfinders tend to like. He wears a tabard indicating a tour in the Mendev Crusades and carries a single weapon upon his back, a fine longsword stylized with heavenly sigils and depictions angelic creatures charging against demons and devils. The sword itself glows with a soft holy light as if it where a torch. Circling his off hand like a rosary is a holy symbol of Iomedae.
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Janira looks towards Krysmuth. The cave system is a complex set of tunnels. unfortunatly I do not know how far they go back as I did not have a chance to study the entire complex.
Janira pulls out a large leather-bound journal and opens it on
the table. “Before we set out, we should all get to know each
other and review our plan. After all, the most important factors
that determine whether an expedition will be a success are
cooperation and preparation! I’ll go first!” I joined 4 years ago after coming of age. I initially joined in a chance to see the world and sample all of the fine food that it had to offer, although I quickly took to the scrolls and the preservation of knowledge. I one day aspire to have all of my hard work written in the chronicles one day. Although I trained most with Kreighton Shaine, I also learned the arts of the whip, blade, and crossbow from Marcos Farabellus and a few spellcasting tricks from Aram Zey. What about all of you? What made you decide to join the society? Where did you grow up? How do you handle yourself in a fight or do you prefer the study?
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I was called to serve in Mendev as well as trained in Lastwall. I never really felt comfortable in the tournaments back in the Empire and sought, as a youth, to test myself in real battles. One night, I recieved a vision that I was needes elsewhere, and my path brought me to the lodge in Ustalav. I was not sure what was expected of me, but as I arrived the lodge was attacked by a small coterie of the undead. After the battle, I was asked to join. Field commissioned, I believe they said. I trained a few of the initiates there to wield their weapon in one hand and fight with their faith i. The other, but it was time to move on, which has brought me here. This Confirmation is simply a formality, though I intend to treat the test with the respect it deserves. To be honest, I feel the call to battle now less than I had in my youth, and am more interested in, not study, but wisdom.
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As I said, my name is Mollok. My tale is long and without much interest so I will try to be concise. I was born in Isger were I worked most of my life serving different nobles. My live was pretty boring by most adventurer standards but I had no complaints.
Alas my good luck came to an end. The last of my employers was also a wizard of some renown and he trained me as his personal assistant. We were traveling to Sargava on a research expedition when our ship was captured by pirates and its occupants sold into slavery. Luckly the kind Amenopheus, servant of the great Dremdhet Salhar, saved me from such fate and now is my new patron. And here I am.
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Ah'm just a simple hunter from the land of freedom. There's not much else to it. They say my mum was one them wild Ulfen lasses, but all I know is I was raised in a church of Erastil, out on the fringes of Almas. Almost believed their folk stories, almost joined the clergy, till I had this happen...
Sara pulls her flowing red hair aside and lifts the left side of her scale tunic up to reveal a three inch wide scar running across her abdomen.
...Took my baby, they did. Gutted me on the altar and threw me into the alley. Now, I know THEY couldn't have been true believers of Ol' Deadeye, but you lads will forgive me if oi'm not the most trusting of the religous types around here. I'm here for the money, to be completely truthful. An' when moi coffers are flowing, I'm going on a headhunt. If we stick around long enough, you kind boys are welcome to join in.
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Oi'm sorry if that put you off guard. I may be a bit rough, but I'm no non-believer, sir. Blessed be the Lady of Valor.
Still, I was always told it was weird to be born with this kind of hair, and I always ended up taller than most of the boys at the church.
Truth be told I don't know my heritage; Ulfen, or Varisian, whatever. Far as I'm concerned, I'm still Andoran, born an' bred.
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“On to the details of the mission at hand,” Janira says with an
eager grin. “After reviewing my mission reports personally,
Master Shaine believes it is no coincidence that each time they
entered the caves it was during a full moon, so it is also no
coincidence that you have been called here now, just a day before
the moon is full again. We both believe that tomorrow night is
our best chance to find out why these caves are important and
what exactly the gillmen are doing in there.
“The caves we’ll be travelling to lie under the base of the
Kortos Mounts. We’ll need to spend every minute of daylight
possible to reach the caves by foot, crossing over the Cairnlands,
taking the paths to Diobel, and finally making our way through
the wilderness. With any luck we won’t run into any of the local
inhabitants. Once in the caves, we’ll need to work together to
explore and determine whether any gillman are present or have
been recently. Keep an eye out for any other clues that might
hint at the caves’ significance, too.”
“Now, before we head out, if there aren’t any more questions,
we should take a moment to go through your gear and make
sure nothing important gets left out.” If I might suggest rope, light and sources of healing are essential. A few other handy items are Alchemist's fire and antitoxins if you have the gold to spare. I must stress the importance of keeping accurate records of your adventures Janira states as she passes out writing supplies and paper to each member of the party.
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"Besides the Gillmen, what other local inhabitants might we expect to find? Is there any indication that the Gillmen may become hostile? And do not worry, I have made it a habit to record the details of my missions. I've learned from experience that the Venture Captains and their masters, . . . play favorites in which stories they publish, so one day I'll publish my own Chronicles.", indicating the journal he's been writing small notes in.
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“Centaurs control the lowlands and surrounding wilderness of the
Kortos Mounts. The areas farther up the Mounts are
controlled by minotaurs, and the icy peaks are home to
tribes of harpies. They’re always vying for territory, but
with any luck, we should be able to avoid them and reach
the caves without conflict.”
“There’s always the chance we may run into bandits
along the way, and there are dozens of kinds of predators
in that forest. That’s why we should always be as prepared
as possible.”
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Kenri paces as Janira relates the information to the group.
" Rope I have, but not the coin for healing magics. I also have a couple of sunrods and can cast the light cantrip as needed."
Frowning he strokes his chin and continues...
" Mostly trained for combat, and not really interested in posting me own travels. But I' can help you with notes, for I have a fine memory. Also I will guard while YOU write."
He ends with a shrug and a smile. Seemingly impatient to be started.
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I apologize for being silent just trying to soak in the situation and looking for ways to aid since recent spending has left me light in that regard.
Vicdak scratches his head leisurely.
pardon my manners I haven't properly introduced myself, my name is Vicdak and I realm from Augustana in Andoran. Came from a heavy fighting family never felt completly right till I started exploring the Arsenal district started seeing basic magic as ships come and go and it astounded me. One instance lead to another I ended up learning basic magic and became a society member all there is to tell about me.
Ending with a joyful grin.
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The journey through the City at the Center of the World is swift and without incident, and the long trek across the Cairnlands provides a great opportunity to discuss Master Shane’s class on the history of Absalom. Most of the journey is uneventful, as Janira points out old siege towers and distant mountains throughout the region. The party has a pretty good first ay of travel with no significant events.
On the next day the party progresses deeper into the forest, the trees towering overhead begin to shield most of what remains of the day's sun and vegetation beneath grows denser.
Jania pauses for a moment and pulls out an intricate silver compass emblazoned with the Pathfinder Society logo: the Glyph of the Open Road. “I received this wayfinder when I successfully completed my Confirmation. Should we be successful on our journey, you will get your own as well.” She flips open the device and holds it in front of her; the initials J. L. are engraved into the inside of the device’s lid. After studying the compass inside for a moment, she remarks, “We’re on the right path. We need to keep heading northwest past those large rocks up ahead.”
As Janira stops to regain their bearings the party hears a set of trees fall in the distance.
As the trees fall a large amount of snakes come slithering through the trees in fear, right at the party as they flee from the cacophonous noise. The snakes are hissing menacingly and the mass of snakes resembles a pile of slithering tentacles as there are hundreds of snakes.
Sir Christoff
Vicdak
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Snake Swarm
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Krysmuth
Mollock
Sara
Kenri
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Krysmuth straightens up, "Well, I'm Krysmuth and I'm an Irepike just like the generations before me. We fight the good fight and protect those who need protectin'." She bangs the butt of her longspear against the floor and continues, "We've been in the Taldan army, bodyguards, royal guards, my great, great, grandfather was on the first Mendevan crusade watching over a priest of some note. My uncle says that we're in more footnotes in more history books than any other family of grunts to ever brace a spear. Heck, my parents were guards to Taldan ambassadors to Minkai and I spent my first dozen years over there and learning the hard way how they fight." The bodyguard turns her hat in her hands and says, "I'm old enough now and I figured it was my turn to be a footnote in some history book. I figured that the Pathfinder Society is writing a lot of books, so here's my chance. I don't aim to be a featured hero, but I do plan on making sure that the people who have got the smarts and the talents for that fancy stuff are able to do their jobs."