Rognvald Skagni, a wise scholar and an expert on the nations of northern Avistan, addresses a group of Pathfinders. "You must pursue Melkorka and keep the legendary weapon she seeks out of the Shadow Lodge’s grasp!"
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I love the mic like the phalanx loves its pikes
Leavin' other MCs off the stage like 'yikes.'
Think you're worthy of my style? Psyche!
Lyrics so fierce all the haters be like..."
"............................Damn!
That's a halfling with a master plan
Turnin' competition into also-rans
And first-time listens into lifelong fans
Spittin' sick lyrics but never a slip
3-foot-3 on the Diobel tip
Jilly-to-the-T and born to rip
Can't touch this girl with Xacarba grip.
Apsis schemers see me and stop
Always hard never ever goin' pop
See me climb mountains'n shout from the top
It's Jill Tennille"
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"Luurg LUBS fruit! Lub fruit maybe even more den mud and rain. Maybe..." Says a large and portly half.. mostly... orc? His mighty girth fighting against his chain shirt as he sits at the bar in the mostly empty Lodge.
"Dems Bossmen asked Luurg 'You wanna go 'splore dat comit dare?' 'N Luurg said.. 'Way up dare? No tanks, Luurg swims in water, not in air. I just hang out n wait down here just cuz someone may needs me case sometin' happens down here ok?" He smiles, showing his perfect teeth and takes another drink of his tall fruity drink, complete with little umbrella.
He squints his beady eyes towards the announcement boards to see if anything peaks his interest.
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"Oh Luuurrggg! Luuurrrrgggy-pooo!!!" A shrill voice streams in through the windows of the lodge along with the warm summer air, and the top of a head with frizzy blond hair bobs along past the sill. A moment later, the door opens, and a young dwarf maiden in a pretty pink dress appears in the doorway. Her clothes, armor, jewelry - everything - are very well kept and belong to some of the latest fashions. The face, however, is not quite as appealing.
"There you are, Luurg! I've been looking all over for you," Begrilda says as she walks toward the bar to join the orc for a nice refreshing fruity drink. "Well, for anyone really, but I thought I might find you here for sure."
She orders her drink and takes a seat next to Luurg. "So, anything exciting happening today?"
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Luurg smiles and waves to Begrilda. "Howdy dare 'Grilda! Here fer some more a Luurg's big green banana? I got plenty to share!" He reaches down to his belt and pulls off a banana that's tied to it. "Dis one ain't so green, make better drink!"
He proceeds to peel and mash the 'naner in a half a coconut shell that he pulls outta his belt pouch, dumping something odd out before he chops it in half with his shiny knife. "Whatcha want in it 'sides 'naner and boom boom nuts? Sum rum be nice, and maybe some chopped up ice stuff?"
He turns to the bartender "We needs moar rum! and dat chopped up ice stuff! If nothin' to do we may 'swell get smashed right?"
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Luurg looks over 'Grilda's shoulder with his coconut in hand, eyes squinting a bit to bring things into focus as the fella walks in looking for work. "Hey dare 'umie guy! Not much goin on right now, most dem dare bossmen and dare fa-vor-ite under-guys pretty busy. Dare way up in the sky, flyin on some big 'ole space rock thing I hear."
He pauses for a moment for a long pull on the whirly straw in his coconut, which by the sounds of things has gone empty. He looks down inside it and sighs. "Nudder one 'Grilda? Grilda?" He pokes the face down stocky woman next to him and shrugs his shoulders.
"Two moar dez rums in coconuts. I got the coconuts! And some ice..." He takes the drinks and grabs a couple bananas from his belt, smashing them on the bar a bit and squeezing the pulp into the drinks before stirring with the straws.
He looks back at Johnn "Oh hay there, I'm Luurg! And this here is 'Grilda! She'd like you, she likes 'umies!" He gestures a seat at the bar if he wants to sit and chat.
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Begrilda suddenly comes to as Luurg prods her with one of his thick green fingers. "Whassat? I'm up! *Hic!*" With her head swimming from Luurg's potent coconut drinks, the dwarf maiden turns her head to regard the 'umie that had entered the lodge. "Uh...hiya! Yep, Luurg's right. They're allllll up there." She points vaguely upward, her arm flopping back down to the counter immediately after she's communicated where she was talking about. "All on some...rock! What're they doin' up there? Bolka bless me if I know."
She regards Johnn for a moment, then leans over toward Luurg and "whispers" in a voice loud enough for half the lodge to hear. "Y'know what, Luurg? This one's cute! Seems real STRONG, but QUICK too. Kinna like Eallix...no it was Gadric...no Eadric! That's the one!" She leans back to her seat and takes her second coconut from Luurg.
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A fox slips into the tavern discreetly and with a quick flick of his tail, he morphs into the form of a Tian man, dressed in reddish-orange robes. He bows to all present and intones, "Venture Captain wishes for the assistance of five Society members to assist in delving into a recently uncovered dungeon near the settlement of Thornkeep. Please report to the Grand Lodge briefing room shortly after sundown."
His task complete, he morphs back into the form of a fox and slinks out the door, disappearing into the crowd.
An obnoxiously large woman squeezes through the front doors. Looking around, a songbird burned into her cheek stands out from her lopsided features.
"Bad gobbos be found in Magnimar. Sheila Heidmarch need hep." she booms.
Turning to the board, she wacks a nail through her piece of parchment and forces her way back out of the tavern.
Shoving her face back through the door, the woman hollers out "Uh misses say Hangust, Pig the Runt, dien, Dismoon and uh Luurg. Go to lodge fer brief!"
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Luurg stands up quick, hearing his name get called "'Grilda! Gotta go, Luurg gut work!" He smiles and pats her on the head before grabbing his coconut in one hand and this leafy spear in the other and rushing out of the Lodge. Woooo! Not gonna be bored waitin' on dem bossmen flyin' 'round the sky!
"COMIN' BIG LADY!!"
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A fox slips into the tavern discreetly and with a quick flick of his tail, he morphs into the form of a Tian man, dressed in reddish-orange robes. He bows to all present and intones, "Venture Captain wishes for the assistance of five Society members to assist in delving into a recently uncovered dungeon near the settlement of Thornkeep. Please report to the Grand Lodge briefing room shortly after sundown."
His task complete, he morphs back into the form of a fox and slinks out the door, disappearing into the crowd.
The doors to the lounge swings open as a young halfling bard rushes forward with parchment in his hand. He smiles sheepishly at the collected group of pathfinders before focusing on paper in front of him as he reads.
"Attention all newly minted Pathfinders! Master Xynen has need of some fresh recruits to handle a very important mission to thwart the Consortiums presence in Diobel. Any and all able bodied Pathifnders wanting to prove their mettle to the society may sign their names at the bottom of this document! Master Xynen looks forward to your continued commitment to the Society!"
Pinning the notice to the board, the halfling smiles again as his cheeks turn red, then rushes from the room.
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A cold breeze picks up some stray snowflakes as it blows through the door of the Twinned Picks, a favorite adventurer's watering hole located in the Fire Quarter of Kalsgard. A thick looking Half-Orc sailor draped in thick salt-crusted furs strides through, before closing the door with a slam with a grunt. He shakes off the cold by clapping his hands together and rubbing them for warmth before quietly displaying a Wayfinder.
"Oy, I'm looking for a few hard workers; or rather Captain Calisro Benarry is looking for them. I've been told to come here and gather the best, or at least those that look like they can stand the cold. The job's nothing much mind you, just a trip inland, where it's colder and filled with Linnorms. So what say you, anybody available?"
Five Pathfinders are in need of a possible sixth for #4-01 Rise of the Goblin Guild starting TODAY.
Requirements: Level 1-2 Pathfinder Society character and 1-2 posts a day, we want to keep a good pace and try to get this done within a reasonable amount of time.
GM Fuskees game above is now full
I will be running a Core game of Slave masters mirror recruiting now
Recruitment thread will be open for approximately 24 hours and then I will run a lottery
The reluctant halfling returns to the lodge and reads over the sign-ups for the request he posted a few days ago.
"Looks like we have enough!" He says excitedly before turning to the lounging pathfinders and raising his voice.
"Will the following Pathfinders Please Report to me at their earliest convenience:
Emilia Cosovei
Nya
Lukian
Phil Regel
Scipio Massimo
Eveleth."
His work done, he rushes from the lodge, and waits for the pathfinders to report.
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A shabbily dressed Osiriani man enters the lodge, a musty smell hanging in the air around him. He gives the lounging agents a piercing look before clearing his throat and making an announcement.
"Venture-Captain Obo of Manaket's Swordmeet Lodge is looking for a pair of agents to bolster his team, who are preparing for an expedition to the Citadel of the Weary Sky. The merchantman he has booked passage on leaves at dawn, so any interested agents shouldn't dally."
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A proud looking human female walks in adorned in several dozen charms attached to her person, looking fairly reminiscent of a gypsy. Her flowery dress was orange with blue catus flower patterns, she jingled on the way in. The tanned sharp featured lass hopped over and took a seat by the bar.
"Hey there barkeep, could i get a glass of Red wine. Need to immerse myself back into society a bit."
The woman smelt of an ocean spray, and had a few fresh still healing cuts on her hands.
A fiery wisp of smoke and flame enters the tavern through the chimney, causing the fireplace to roar and flash up. From the sudden burst of light, a man shaped figure made solely of flame steps forward into the common room and carefully appraises the Pathfinders gathered there. In a deep rumble of a voice, he calls out over the din of the crowded room.
"I am in need of some goblins to wreak havoc and mayhem throughout the Lost Coast! If you feel up to Zany adventures and wacky happenstance, please follow me!"
That is correct.
Once again the shy blonde halfling comes running back in, and with a deep breath, addresses the room as quickly as he can.
"It seems I have forgotten some business I was to attend to last time I was here. Master Xynen would like the following Pathfinders to report to his office to discuss matters of an expedition into the Segang Jungle.
Iago Dalamitri
Gardol
Groosalugg
Xavier Grayson Flaxseed
Lynn Kuro
Farlen Mizzul.
Please check in at your leisure, departure is still a couple months away." His business finally concluded he dashes away until his master requires further use of him.
I am now accepting sign ups for 2-25 You Never Die Twice for the second portion of Game Day, starting 6 Oct. Please sign up here! This is a Tier 5-9 game and promises some interesting twists that should be a lot of fun! Lottery will be held once the sign up sheet is full, but once again, the game will not start until 6 Oct.
The man shaped flame standing in the middle of the room points out several of the Pathfinders all looking for fun and zany adventures. "You.. You.. no, not you, You. Yes. Aaaaaannnd You. Come with me, please. We will get your costumes ready and keep you away from pointy objects for a short time before releasing you into the wilds.." he begins to explain as he leads the group out the front door.
I am now accepting sign ups for 2-25 You Never Die Twice for the second portion of Game Day, starting 6 Oct. Please sign up here! This is a Tier 5-9 game and promises some interesting twists that should be a lot of fun! Lottery will be held once the sign up sheet is full, but once again, the game will not start until 6 Oct.
I have had such a varied response that I decided to split the tiers and add a table so no one will be left out due to tier choice. I still have two slots open for tier 5-6.
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A quick moving hobbit runs into the Lodge. She moves to the job board and posts a sheet among the many sheets already pinned there.
She stands on a chair and proclaims. "Recruiting Pathfinders for several missions in cold north lands. Details can be found on the announcement sheet." She hops of the chair and heads to the bar for a drink.
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A cold breeze picks up some stray snowflakes as it blows through the door of the Twinned Picks, a favorite adventurer's watering hole located in the Fire Quarter of Kalsgard. A thick looking Half-Orc sailor draped in thick salt-crusted furs strides through, before closing the door with a slam with a grunt. He shakes off the cold by clapping his hands together and rubbing them for warmth before quietly displaying a Wayfinder.
"Oy, I'm looking for a few hard workers; or rather Captain Calisro Benarry is looking for them. I've been told to come here and gather the best, or at least those that look like they can stand the cold. The job's nothing much mind you, just a trip inland, where it's colder and filled with Linnorms. So what say you, anybody available?"
The Half-Orc grunts with dissatisfaction, "Are there really that few up for adventure? Come now, somebody must be interested in at least hearing Benaray's offer."
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Suddenly, a thunderous voice echoes throughout the room from within the fireplace. "Vex, Dr. Zephyrus Vitruvian, K'Kei Hikaru, Jayson Deckert, Caduceus! You are summoned for espionage and adventure within the land of Geb!"
"And since this is a dangerous mission, we will be sending a second team in on a different rout. Yoshi, Selter, Aramil, Turathal, and Slick, you will go as well!"
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The doors bang open and in strides a goblin! Upon seeing no one to fight, however, his form twists and he becomes a tall and thin human with the beginnings of a new beard on his scruffy face. An empty scabbard hangs at his belt, and what appears to be a cloud of gas with various lights and gems orbiting around it, recognizable as a paracletus aeon, hovers shortly behind. "Pathfinders needed!" he booms in a commanding voice. "Five, precisely. You are to take the soonest ship to Bloodcove with the sixth member of your team to infiltrate an Aspis stronghold city. You'll be briefed further upon arrival. I swear, give me three hours out from behind the desk and my...shadow and I would've already finished the mission. But apparently, my time as a VC is now too important for fieldwork and I need to slowly suffocate under a mountain of paperwork." With a jolt, he realizes he hasn't stopped talking, tacks a notice to the board, and leaves as swiftly as he came.
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A Tien woman dressed in a rather stylish light armor sat at the bar, grinning widely as she worked on her fourth wine. She wasn't particularly good at holding her liquor, but she certainly didn't seem averse to drinking it. She slurred something to the bartender, who has long since stopped paying attention to her except to refill her drink when she needed it. She kept an eye on the door, a thirst for adventure in her heart.
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For 6-18: From Under Ice
The Half-Orc surveys the room and the adventurer's that have crowded around him. He takes a deep breath, looking like he's ready to say something, but instead he surveys the crowd once more.
With a grunt he begins to point. "Can handle the cold you say? I'll let Bennaray decide what you can and cannot do."
You, you, you, you, um...you, you, and you..." He announces with each point of his grubby stunted digit.
You quickly realize he's pointed at Bambang (or his replacement), Skodir, Essa, Lenora, Amhranai and Rose. "Come on, to the Grinning Pixie then." He quickly dons his cloak again and reopens the door into the harsh northern winds.
He had looked at the crowd for a long time, but then decided to turn back to his drink as not to appear too interested. Long way from home, he thought.
When he arrived here it was for study purposes, but somehow he kept hanging around long after the work had already been done.
Now with less and less coins in his pocket, it finally was time to go and look for work. He took a last sip from his drink, then turned and looked at the crowd again.
Opportunities, opportunities, here I come.
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The doors slams open in walks a tall thin man dressed in an off white duster gilded along the edges, round glasses sit stop his nose more for show than a medical need. A brisk salty breeze come wafting through the air as the man finds a seat he pulls out a deck of 'well-played' cards. Speaking over the crowd "Any o' you X-ers up fer a quick hand fore shore leave ends an' we have to headout again?"
The man sets his pistol on the table while ordering a couple pints for himself.
-Posted with Wayfinder
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After a long argument over the quality of the wine selection in the lodge, a young Taldan man walks over to the assignment board and clears his throat loudly.
"Ahem! My name is Marcus Vulpares Fantailler, son of Marcus Vultulus Fantailler... you may know of him?"
Having his query marked with a deafening silence, Marcus pouts a bit and continues on. "Myesss... well.... I've been informed that there is many an idle servent about these premises... layabouts waiting for some grand event or so I've been told. Well that is NO excuse to ignore the requests from the esteemed nobles of Brevoy. We have received a most urgent request requiring the society's IMMEDIATE attention." Marcus's voice cracks into a squeak as he says the word 'immediate.'
"I've been directed by the Lady Glorianna Morilla to dispatch a squad for Brevoy with all due haste!"
With that, he taps the signup sheet one last time and goes back to the bar.
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"Redelia, JAF0, d'Eon, Ietsuna, the follower of the Great Green God and erm..."
Marcus looks around for a moment, approaches a small broom closet cautiously cracks it open and leaps back as a 6th and final adventurer crawls out. "Myessss... hrmmm... you are hiding in my closet. Well it isn't MY closet per se... but I understand the jest."
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A gnome in a snazzy suit and tie and an electric blue mohawk, stands on a stool, and attempts to get the attention of the motley crew of assembled adventurers.
"Excuse me, excuse me! My client, Aya Allahe, is currently looking for a group of Pathfinders to assist after several native agents in the area have been assaulted. Passage to the Mwangi Expanse is covered! Good experience for a beginning agent!"