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A wisened goblin in a red flowing cloak slams open the door of the tavern. A few patrons groan as they know they're about to hear a bad song and an even worse adventure announcement. Perhaps both at the same time.
"Goblins love games. And Pathfinders love games. Some fool even announced a 'Game Day', although me knows for certain it will be more than one day. Because you big folk are too slow."
"Firsty, we need some of you younger ones to go search for a solution to the Sky Key. We send younger ones because you more expendable."
"Secondish, some less green—(human idiom is dumb; green should mean fierce and scary)—Pathfinders go solve problem in Tamran. Actually, go anywhere you like. Just far away from here, please."
"So maybes youse go volunteer, huh? That way I don't have to make you." The little goblin tries to look intimidating, but fails miserably.
Then, much to everyone's dismay, he breaks out into song:
"Fighters fight and skulkers scurry,
Wizards cast and clerics worry,
But it no matter, you all get beaten
When big boss blasts and dragons eating!"
He smiles at the end, showing yellow, pointed teeth with more than a few missing. The creature looks around, expecting applause, but finding none walks grandly back out of the lodge as if to a standing ovation.
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A young cleric enters into the room to see if there's still anyone eager to a mission after the fiery apparition summon so many pathfinders.
I been asked to look for some pathfinders to help Adril Hestram.
If you don`t mind to help a fellow Pathfinder with a personal matter sign HERE
Lots of newly confirmed pathfinders offering their services, but I can't select all, Ok NotEspi, Z..D.., caps, Mjolbeard89 and Ansha, please come HERE
grimdog73, Upaynao, Valjoen_KC and Mark M should go THERE
And for the unlucky, don't worry and put your faith in Desna, she will reward you with a life worth of living it. Maybe even a long one.
A man of Taldan origin steps into the lodge. He has several notable features, among which his bold sideburns and drab livery. "Hear ye, hear ye," he starts reading from a paper in a very nasal and droning voice. "I am to announce that there will be a wedding on Lamashan 12th. One of the Blakros daughters will be wed. To a Hellknight, no less... It has been decided by the Decemvirate that several of you should attend the ceremony, to strengthen the relationship with the Blakroses. One invitation has been claimed already, but there are several left. Who is up for a party?" His monotonous voice makes it clear what he feels about parties. He holds up five sealed envelopes, muttering "Pathfinders at a wedding. Who could possibly go wrong...?"
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The door of the lodge opens quietly as a black-haired Taldan peeks inside. The human is barely a man; he appears to be around 16 years old, and the look on his face confirms he is far from an experienced adventurer.
"Hello?", says the man shyly, as if wishing to not be heard, and proceeds to enter the lodge, looking around him in awe, before grabbing a seat and starting to hum an old Taldan tune.
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A grubby looking gnome with odd looking tools hanging from his belt, walks into the lodge. He retrieves a piece a rice paper covered in calligraphy from the unknowable depths of his pockets and speaks with a (for a gnome) flat and humorless voice.
"Venture-Captain Amara Li is looking for a team to go to Minkai and explore a haunted mansion. I'm looking for agents willing to travel, obviously."
With that, he climbs up on a chair and awaits the volunteers.
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A dark-haired Taldan woman dressed in fine-but-rakish clothing-- leather trousers, a scarlet cloak with a lining of gold silk, a white poet's shirt-- glances up from the bar at Iddo's humming.
"Hey there, kid," she smiles, and gives Iddo a wink. "That's a good one, that song. Haven't heard it recently. I'll buy you a drink for it."
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Iddo starts and looks at Miranda, obviously embarrassed.
"Oh, I didn't think anyone would listen! Thank you very much. I learned it at the Kith back in Oppara." Iddo stops for a moment as his eyes trail off to look at the experienced Pathfinders sharing stories at another table.
"I forgot to introduce myself!", he then adds. "I am Iddo Blackstone, from Karakuru in Taldor." He turns his look towards Miranda's face, then immediately shyly averts his gaze.
"Do you... uh... have a name?", he asks with a confused chuckle.
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Miranda grins, one elbow propped on the table and her chin on her hand.
"Ha, do I. The Marquesa Miranda de Renard of Elbistan, laddie-- no need to bow, I put my trousers on same as you."
Miranda is drinking a wine from Kyonin and gestures for another glass to be brought over. "So you're new to the Lodge, eh? I'm retired myself, but occasionally I pass out missions to those earning their stripes. What can you do besides hum?"
The door swings open, and in marches a very short dwarf. "Here me, hear me now!" he says in a loud, gruff voice. "I have a couple of missions coming up, and I need volunteers. Take your pick, knowing that every mission is important!"
Recruitment here for #7 Among the Living (Standard)
or if you prefer Core...
Recruitment here for #3 Murder on the Silken Caravan [1-5] (CORE)
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Iddo looks at the dwarf, then back at Miranda.
"My teachers at the academy said I'm a very good storyteller. I can also cast a few spells", he says, "But I think I'm not too good at that." he adds with a sigh.
"Oh, and I have this bow," he says gesturing at the shortbow strapped to his backpack. "I don't have any experience shooting at living things, but it should work to protect me if my spells and friends fail."
Iddo half-grins and looks at the dwarf holding up recruitment papers. "Well, I guess that's what I'm here for, isn't it?"
He gets up, stretches, starts to bow and then stops himself. "It was a pleasure, Miranda. I hope to see you again."
He grabs his backpack and walks up to the dwarf in order to volunteer for his first assignment.
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A rotund half orc dressed in studded leather with strings of fruit hanging from his belt is carrying a blood stained spear swings open the front door, and nearly tramples a half pint of a dwarf in the process. He sniffs the air deeply and bellows: "Any paying work here? Luurg need coin for beer and women."
After noticing Fuzzfoot he steps to the side: "Oops, careful little gnome man else my belly could knock you silly!"
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Slipping quietly past the half-Orc and settling into a comfortable chair, I chatter quietly with the fox at my feet and draw several books from my haversack.
As I flip through one, I regularly cross reference from others and make increasingly detailed notes in the margins.
Eventually, I scratch the fox under the chin, feed him some biltong and remind him not to fret: "Never fear, I'm sure we'll take an assignment soon, then you can stretch your legs and get some fresh air."
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I haul my mind back to the room, "Oh, right... erm... yes,well... I suppose we can probably stretch to a, um, beer."
I take in the figure before me, well, the society must see something in him. It takes all sorts, I suppose "Typically, those who propose drinking are expected to make the first purchase. From where do you hail, um... Sorry, what was your name again?
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Iddo looks at the dwarf, then back at Miranda.
"My teachers at the academy said I'm a very good storyteller. I can also cast a few spells", he says, "But I think I'm not too good at that." he adds with a sigh.
"Oh, and I have this bow," he says gesturing at the shortbow strapped to his backpack. "I don't have any experience shooting at living things, but it should work to protect me if my spells and friends fail."
Iddo half-grins and looks at the dwarf holding up recruitment papers. "Well, I guess that's what I'm here for, isn't it?"
He gets up, stretches, starts to bow and then stops himself. "It was a pleasure, Miranda. I hope to see you again."
He grabs his backpack and walks up to the dwarf in order to volunteer for his first assignment.
Miranda grins crookedly. "Good luck out there, sport. Return with good stories."
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Luurg hastily accepts Mylvwara's 'invitation' and pulls up a chair and drops his bulk down in it. The chair doth protest however but it manages to creak and groan but stays in one piece. He holds out his meaty paw "Name's Luurg Murkdweller, but you can call me Luurg. I'm from outside the city, work's been slow for a while so thought I'd change things up and try out this Pathfinder thing."
He then proceeds to flag down the nearest waitstaff. "A pitcher of warm grog for me and ahh she'll have an Elf beer?" He looks very unsure of what to order for someone else.. especially a proper looking Elven woman.
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Aware that 'elf beer' is sometimes slang for water, other times for fine wine, I interject with the waiter, "White tea, please."
I offer something of an explanation to Luurg, "I've been reading a lot about Tian Xia lately, and you can get almost anything in Absalom..." then I catch myself, "Sorry, my name is Mylvwara: I'm an archivist for the society usually but sometimes I like to get out in the field. See things for myself."
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Luurg nods and follows along with the Elven woman. While he's a large fat half orc he does seem to have some 'muscle' upstairs, and just lacks a bit of refinement. "I've never traveled too much. I know nothing about what a Tian Xia is. But I can say for sure that the ships coming to Absalom have lots of stuff on board. Stuff I don't have any idea what it would be for... maybe them gnomes?" As he points to the small dwarf he nearly knocked over.
"You should get out in the woods more often. It does good things for your body. The sun would give your skin a nice tan, it looks a bit pale. Maybe make some maps of some places for the Pathfinders? Two crows one rock?"
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An image of what was once a brave, young paladin appears before you. Its voice echos, "Sign up nowww.... If you dareee...."
"There's this event... Gameday V, that mortals speak of... And there are still many slots to fill..."
With a woosh, the image vanishes from the Lodge just as quickly as it had appeared.
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A cloacked tiefling raises from his seat after receiving a letter from another agent. He clears his throat and shouts with a rasping voice, posing a paper with several names already written on it on the table before him.
"OY! Everyone! An agent couldn't make it to this mission. Anyone wants to explore some ruins?"
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The door to the Flaxseed Lodge's lounge emits a cringe-worthy crack as a grinning tiefling walks (literally) through it -- a telltale sign that Boom Suburrae herself has a mission to share.
"ATTENTION FINDERS OF ILLUSTRIOUS PATHS! Hee hee, I love saying that," she begins. "I've got this note here and somebody wrote important things on it! Venture-Captain Hamshanks will be here in an hour and needs four -- FOUR!!! nice number, that -- agents ready to go. STAT!" She stands in the middle of the crowd grinning for a moment, temporarily forgetting why she's still here. "Oh, right, I made these things! Watch, hee hee!"
A sharp crack at her feet precedes a puff of smoke, and then she's gone.
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"Ooh! Wait! I wasn't done!" The disembodied voice booms through the lounge rattling glasses and disturbing any attempt at reading. "Further afield to travel, but also important, heee hee hee! I need a team of agents to sail for Varisia, and another bound for Nex! Nex! Nex! Nex! I like that word. Oh, and I'll be conducting an EXAM on Osiriani history for those heading to NEX! Hahahahaha!" The giggling follows the invisible tiefling as she chuckles her way to the mess hall.
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A dusty figure with the brim of his hat pulled way down low tilts his head in the direction of the now disembodied voice for a curious glance.
At first he says nothing, opting instead to reach into a pouch at his hip where he withdraws a small bit of tobacco and some papers. He spends a minute rolling the tobacco and then, with just a snap of his fingers causes a small flame to jump from the end of his digits to the cigarette.
"Well, if you're looking for a mystery to be solved or a crook to be collared, then perhaps you'd like to stay a while and share a drink."
Taking another drag of his cigarette, he exhales a plume of smoke into the air.
"The name is Rami Azar, some call me a law man of Alkenstar, though I'm not so sure those drawves would really have me, so you can say I'm more of a investigator for a hire."
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A tall, skinny, bald human enters and looks around for a bit. Upon seeing the bulletin board, he walks up to it and reads, "Game Day V. Sign up here." He scribes his name on one of the lists. "Well, now's as good a time as any to start, I suppose," he mutters to himself as he finds a bench to sit on and pulls out a book and begins to read.
A fox with gleaming, almost human-like, eyes deftly steps into the lodge. He looks around at the Pathfinders gathered, and with a brief flick of his tail, morphs into a Tian-Shu human man, dressed in flowing orange-red robes. His short hair is jet-black, but flanked on both sides with streaks of brown and white.
"Greetings, fellow Pathfinders. I have been sent by Venture-Captain to recruit 6 novice members for a task he wishes to be done. The nature of the task, unfortunately, he has chosen not to reveal to me. Please gather at the corner of Market and Bakers Streets at mid-day tomorrow."
With that, he morphs back into the form of a fox, and with a flick of tail, disappears through the door.
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A Varisian woman walks into the lodge, shuffling some cards
"At long last, the Pathfinder Society has reassembled the Numerian device known as the Sky Key. Initial tests suggest it is capable of projecting a location’s past into the present, allowing Society agents to peruse books from destroyed libraries and speak with echoes of long-dead heroes. Now that it has perfected the Sky Key’s controls, the Pathfinder Society is prepared to extract a slice of Absalom’s history and bring it into the present; however, there’s no telling what might be waiting inside—or who in the present might wish to wield the same power.
"Will you be part of the investigations? I am looking for at most five Pathfinders that have completed their first few missions"
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A thin man in a long, dusty trench coat walks into the lodge, and briefly scans the crowd. With a hoarse call that barely breaks a whisper, he calls out to the assembled group.
"All right, you shiftless group of layabouts. It's time to get to work. I need at least one more experienced agent to help us break the back of the society's enemies, and hopefully hobble a notorious slave ring in the process. Any true friend of liberty should be lining up at a chance like this."
He grimaces at various points about the room before shuffling back out into the street.
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A very muscular, blonde human man enters, wearing a breastplate, with a small arsenal of martial weapons sheathed on his belt and strapped to his back. He glowers at the assembled Pathfinders.
"Me Mash!!!" He announces, then pauses as if thinking for a second. "Me Ventoor Cap'n Mash!!!" he corrects himself.
"Ventoor Cap'n Valsin want some of youse new recruits for mission in Abs'lom. Show up soon. Boat leaving."
With that, he flings a sign up sheet at the crowd and leaves.
Fromper's Consortium Compact for PbP Gameday V, starting August 27
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A very muscular, blonde human man enters, wearing a breastplate, with a small arsenal of martial weapons sheathed on his belt and strapped to his back. He glowers at the assembled Pathfinders.
"Me Mash!!!" He announces, then pauses as if thinking for a second. "Me Ventoor Cap'n Mash!!!" he corrects himself.
"Ventoor Cap'n Valsin want some of youse new recruits for mission in Abs'lom. Show up soon. Boat leaving."
With that, he flings a sign up sheet at the crowd and leaves.
Fromper's Consortium Compact for PbP Gameday V, starting August 27
A fox with gleaming, almost human-like, eyes deftly steps into the lodge. He looks around at the Pathfinders gathered, and with a brief flick of his tail, morphs into a Tian-Shu human man, dressed in flowing orange-red robes. His short hair is jet-black, but flanked on both sides with streaks of brown and white.
"Greetings, fellow Pathfinders. I have been sent by Venture-Captain to recruit 6 novice members for a task he wishes to be done. The nature of the task, unfortunately, he has chosen not to reveal to me. Please gather at the corner of Market and Bakers Streets at mid-day tomorrow."
With that, he morphs back into the form of a fox, and with a flick of tail, disappears through the door.
The next day, the fox with the gleaming eyes waits patiently outside the Flaxseed Lodge for the six novice pathfinders who have volunteered for this mysterious task. He gestures with his nose in the direction of Market Street before disappearing into the undergrowth with a flick of his tail
"Make one for me too. And here's a few crowns... I won't have a lady pay foe her drink" says a tall and somewhat handsome man garbed the way of the Aldori.