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The vagabond medium drops into the lodge with airs on, completely ignoring how her ruffled, mismatched clothing and striped nightcap ruin any efforts by her to seem professional. She marches directly to the bar and climbs atop it, ignoring the clatter of dishes she causes or the displeased stares of the serving staff as she ruffles through a large pocket on her vest to pull out a crumpled piece of paper.
She takes a moment trying to straighten the page, then just gives up and holds it in front of her face as she reads it. "Um... it says here that I'm suppose to tell you lot that there's a job..." She drops the paper and looks frustrated. "I mean, I said I'd do it, but I just got a pat on the head and told to go find some of my seniors and..." She stops and stares at the air, then huffs and holds the page back up. "Right, anyways my boss Ameno... Amena... Amenipheny the sage guy is looking for some of you old farts to help him out. Looks like he wants you to help him play with his jewels and his friends jewels for something serious."
She turns around suddenly, looking around as if someone was right behind her shoulder and then waving wildly at nothing. "Stop reading over my shoulder, I'll tell'em. AHEM, he also says get your affairs in order and have a living will... cause this could get messy." She then drops to sit on the bar and starts eating off of someone else's plate.
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A herald from Qadira arrives.
"Attention all pathfinders! New discoveries in the Deserts of Qadira have been unearth. Members of the Falzseed lodge are given first chance to enlist in this discovery."
"A Citadel of Flame (PFS 1-39) has been opened up"
Place your name on this sign-up if you are interested
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"Agents Yours is Mined, Upaynao, Blazej, Chadius, SkipperD, and Michael Hallet, please come right this way"
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The Qadiran Herald calls out.
"Kolris, Quon Quonnery, Cornelius "Cork" Dornbirk, Korum of the Silver-Eyed Wolf, Kenza, and Naseem Hamed please head to the Lodge Hall to meet Venture Captain Hamshanks"
The Herald follows up. "Pack light, it is a bit warm out there."
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A stout dwarf in full plate comes trudging through the door. "Ai!!! Who hear be ready for an adventure. I set to be looking for a few good Agents ready to Party take on a mission. Though we have a few options to choose from. Please sign your name down here and I'll be checking in a few days to see who be ready to go. Posting a Bulletin the dwarf leaves the Lodge.
A stout dwarf in full plate comes trudging through the door. "Ai!!! Who hear be ready for an adventure. I set to be looking for a few good Agents ready to
Partytake on a mission. Though we have a few options to choose from. Please sign your name down here and I'll be checking in a few days to see who be ready to go. Posting a Bulletin the dwarf leaves the Lodge.
The Dwarf Returns again "Oi. Listen Up we have our mission lined up. I got a letter from Venture-Captain Eliza Petulengro saying where we need go."
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The boisterous halfling returns, still riding his wolf.
"It is a grrrreeeat day to be a Pathfinder! The following agents are hereby asked to come to the Grand Lodge to receive your next mission!
Geico All-Hearth!
Mindartis Nightbreeze!
Ayla Vivendor!
Barbo Beezle!
Lilianna Thraller!
Egg Fu!"
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An old, grizzled, vet sits at the bar staring into his mug of ale. His posture reflects a man who has seen his fair share of combat, albeit not in many a year. His armor is worn and battered. His short sword has a few rust marks and is in need of some oiling. The dust on his boots tells you he has only just arrived. It's time to get back to his roots, back to his adventuring days to reclaim his youth
Having finished his task of assembling a team and sending them to their mission, the halfling notices the new fellow at the bar.
"Greetings and salutations my good man! Welcome to the Flaxseed Lodge! I can't say I've ever seen you here before. I am, as you are no doubt already aware, The Great Rinaldo, Ringmaster and Trick Rider of the Flying Flutterfoot Family Circus, and Venture-Captain in the Pathfinder Society. Let me buy you a drink!"
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An experienced Nagaji monk passes a note to scruffy looking vet at the bar.
This should help get you started. It's a hard life as you know, but I wouldn't trade it for the world he says with a friendly smile.
Flutter's guide for PFS newbies is a great resource, check it out!.
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At the sound of the voice, Gus glances over his shoulder at the halfling. Reflexively he slides off his chair and to attention. Its a well practiced move, even though his joints creek to betray his age.
"Captain.... uhhh... Fluttertoe?... uhh... Ringmaster?.... "
Gus glances around nervously, now keenly aware of his appearance
Sorry Captain! pause Can I just call you captain?
I just arrived in town a few days ago. Felt the itch again Sir, if you know what I mean? I just know I still have some adventuring left me! I managed to restock all my supplies on my journey in. Even had to fight off some bandits to make it here, I did. Felt good Sir. Felt right.
Gus' eyes dart over to the bar, and sees the paper left by the monk. As soon as he is assured that the Vice Captain isn't looking- he swipes the page and tucks it into his coat pocket- glancing around for who could have left it for him.
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RxGus, we were all new once. Welcome! We welcome you with open arms to our lodge, and to Organized Play in general. If you need any help, just ask in discussion. Folks here would be more than happy to help you set up your characters.
In the PBP GM Kit in my header, there are some character templates that you might find helpful when setting up your character sheet in your profile for play-by-post.
Hilary Moon Murphy
Venture Captain of PbP
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Ohhhhh, so that's why your name is 'Hmm'.
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Ohhhhh, so that's why your name is 'Hmm'.
The Stout dwarf walks up to the grizzled Vet. "Aye Laddie as out great Venture Captain HMM has said many O us have been new at one point to the Society life some even come back after a small stint away to find things have changed greatly. For great or for worse that fer you to decide." The dwarf hands the man a pint flipping a gold a the bar keep. "Place his orders today o' me tab please."
The dwarf heads of to finish preparations for his next mission. "Oh Gus for I be forgetten. That room over there has some of our more Prominent Iconic Society Members available to be takin ur place if you find that your current skills are no' up ta par for some of the more dangerous missions you want ta be taken on."
Oh my... I forgot that I had put a link to that filk in my main profile! I came up with that song when Green Tea Gamer begged me not to sign my posts, telling me that he could not bear to favorite them when I kept signing my initials all the time.
Hmm
Oh my... I forgot that I had put a link to that filk in my main profile! I came up with that song when Green Tea Gamer begged me not to sign my posts, telling me that he could not bear to favorite them when I kept signing my initials all the time.
Hmm
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A little bird flies in and lands on Rinaldo's shoulder. It whispers in his ear, and he looks around the room. "Mindartis Nightbreeze! If you're still here, your team is waiting for you at the Grand Lodge!"
A stout dwarf in full plate comes trudging through the door. "Ai!!! Who hear be ready for an adventure. I set to be looking for a few good Agents ready to
Partytake on a mission. Though we have a few options to choose from. Please sign your name down here and I'll be checking in a few days to see who be ready to go. Posting a Bulletin the dwarf leaves the Lodge.
The Dwarf Returns again "Oi. Listen Up we have our mission lined up. I got a letter from Venture-Captain Eliza Petulengro saying where we need go."
The dwarf trudges into the Lodge rips the Bulletin, he placed earlier, down from the wall. "Alright got a fine selection of Pathfinders ta be chosen from. I'll be back in a bit to lets those who made the cut in on the location ta be meet'n."
BAAM! In walks the stout dwarf again standing up on the mission board.
"Alright! Listen Up!! The enthusiasm y'all showed was intense. That is wha I like ta be seeing in Pathfinders such as ur'selves. I canno' be takin all of yas like I be wishin' so her goes. I need the follwin' to come with me to the ! Loni, Liminy Spickett, Ryan, Grog, Lasaraleen and... I think its Ilmakis maybe. We're movin out soon so get your gear together."
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There's a thud in the corner of the room. Anyone to turns to look sees the little medium in a confused tangle on the ground, having dropped out of her chair. She pulls herself up off the floor, wiping drool of her face from her sleep and moving her nightcap out of the way as she kneels there.
It takes a moment for her eyes to focus, but she realizes that her scrap of paper has five names in sloppy writing across the bottom of it and her quill is in the hand she wiped her face with. There's now an ink stain on one of her cheeks. She mutters several things to herself, then stands up to shout.
"Right! Apparently some of you lot got selected to go help the sages! I need the following to check in with Captain Diya!
Victoria! (GM Aarvid)
Fek! (GM Granta)
Qilfobber... what kind of name is that? (Skipper D)
BalooOoOoOooo (Amazing Red)
And Brutus (feralascendant)
Get moving! CHOP CHOP!" She claps her hands together like she's seen noblewomen do to servants.
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Seeing no one had taken up her offer of buying drinks the tanned woman slid away from the counter and went to a rather solitary table. She took a good look at the heavy oak that made up this fine piece of furniture and picked it up at chest level, which looked impossible for a woman of her stature, before hauling it to a more manageable position. Promptly she pulled up a chair to each side, sitting on one end and pulling out a deck of cards and shuffling them vigorously.
"If anyone wishes to catch a glimpse at what their future adventures may hold I am willing to take a peek into the twisting hands of fate. Thus pulling your thread from it and giving you a chance to see if you will find fame and fortune or other excitement within this gracious lodge. How much does this feat that defies even the most hearty of imaginations cost, you may be asking. I shall do it for free to all those who are willing to take the chance."
Until someone approached she'd continue to shuffle the deck of large cards her bangles clinking softly against each other as she did so.
The fox sits quietly, staring quietly at Lynn.
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Lynn continues to bridge the cards, "What's this a wandering soul coming to see their future, have a seat mysterious traveler and let me tell you of what you seek. It seems to be a simple question, what will your future hold, let us see what the cards decide."
She lifts her hands from one last bridge and the deck seems to have disappeared, she places her hand down on the table a card appearing under it, she repeats two more times till three are on the table before placing her other hand to the side depositing the entire deck back onto the table. Waiting until the traveler took a seat to show what they were.
The first upturned card is The Queen of Cups upright, "In your past you were very intuitive, sensing the needs of those around you. A caring individual resides under your visage doesn't it."
She turned the second card The Sun also upright "Your life is filled with success or soon it shall be, and you will find your path without many hardships. But we must find out what the future holds."
She reaches to flip the third and final card The four of Wands upright. "Your journeys will lead you home safe and sound and you should take this time to celebrate with those you love, the ones you have nurtured and those who aid you in your path. A good reading my veiled friend, could it be talking about you or your friendly little fox here, I can only catch glimpses of the hand of fate and she is a fickle mistress. Be sure to enjoy that which you have and cherish every moment you never know when the winds might change."
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What's this a wandering soul coming to see their future
Hanzo waits, but following the animal's example, he takes a seat.
The talk about life, safe and sound, seems to narrow his eyes.
<Home. Too long ago...life...stolen.>
At a moment where everyone is too busy to take notice, Hanzo turns transparent where he sits.
The fox looks back at Hanzo, then to Lynn.
(Quietly peering at the cards, then back up)
With its tiny paw, it pats in a splash of water residue on the edge of the table, and carefully rubs it into words, as good as its paws allow it to.
"Thank you. I wonder what truth your words hold."
"My name is Mitsuki, nice to meet you."
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"I'm game," Says a twig-thin Elf in fine Osirian raiment. A tiny dragon, the color of darkest night and with an odd scorpioid tail, perches heavily on his shoulder. You see a short trail of flickering after-images as he sits down, and he gives a small smile that is at once kind and somehow unnerving.
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Drake watched the fortune teller and her first tellee with interest, fingers drumming along the wooden bar. A quick interaction with the bartender netted him an extra glass of alcohol, and with it He approached Lynn. Sitting across from her, he set one of the glasses down where she could reach it.
"I'm Drake Finnigan. The Magnificent. Don't generally come across those with a talent for tarot. In this line of work, though, having even the slightest bit of warning is fortuitous, eh?" He swept his arm towards the constantly shuffling deck and took a drink. "I'll have a go after the elf, if it's not too much trouble." Drake flashed one of his winning smiles, one that most certainly meant there was going to be some sort of trouble. The good kind, at least.
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Rishh Dexglo emerges from the shadows of a dark corner of the room
Portentsssss are not a part of my belief system...he thought
The Nagaji reminds himself that ones words are no better than silence, so he moves closer to observe this kitsune more closely and the ensuing crowd gathering...but chooses to continue sharpening his ever improving powers of observation as he takes in every minute detail at the gathering.
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Lynn shuffled one last time before nodding to the elf across her table, "I suppose another, an elf will have a much larger time to pull from the cards might bring a difficult message, but i shall try my best to decipher them."
She didn't hide the deck this time instead flipping from her pile the first card was The Chariot a symbol of great card regardless of where it might lay "Ah it seems you have had many great victories in your past, trials that you have come to win against in your life. You must be careful that they do not taint the taste of your winnings from here on however."
The second was The Fool, "It seems you may currently be wishing that you spent your time better, is it because of your past successes that you now stagnate in your fame? Perhaps the next shall reveal what is to come."
She pulled the card from the table and looked at it before placing it back down, Five of Wands inverted. "Hmm.. it appears that you will not have much time in your future to perform the tasks you should have been able to. A sense of sluggish torpor may pass over you and cloud your mind slowing your judgement and actions. You must not let yourself fall to this fate, if you wish to continue down your path, do not take too much pride in those past accomplishments, and break yourself from the rut that you've fallen into." With that she withdrew the cards and shuffled them once more into the deck.
"Do not fear this premonition, as fate is a fickle mistress, her hands weave faster than even the sharpest of us might be able to see. If you work diligently then you may very well be able to alter your fate by your own hands."
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The elf raises a skeptical eyebrow at the tableau.
"Past victories, certainly. Regrets? I've had a few, but then, too few to mention. I would question the legitimacy of that last one, though. The very idea of resting on my laurels repulses me - were I to succumb to that, I would inherently NOT be continuing down my path."
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Lynn looked at the elf and gave a small shrug of the shoulders, "Well I do hope you don't find yourself in such a situation sir elf." She pulled back a little from the tiny dragon until it clicked in her head at which point she moved forward to touch nose-to-snout pulling back. "Well little one, that may have very well been your future and not Sir's if you were both so close during the reading, but I could always do another with just you." She spoke in sylvan, and smiled at the tiny reptilian. "Or your fates may be intertwined at this point. These matters get very difficult to unwind sometimes."
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I'll be running #5-99 The Paths We Choose (Subtier 3-4), setting up in the next couple of days, with play kicking off on or about November 20.
This session is closed recruiting, with players selected from among those participating in Redelia's GM Mentorship Program.
I have recently started PBP in August. I have various characters. 2 are Core (both 2L); 2 3L, a 5L, and an 8L summoner. Since the closest PFS regular games is 3-4 hour drive to the other side of Oregon, and I haven't had any luck getting local interest in starting here, please keep me in mind.
Opps. sorry.
Please delete.
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A heavily built nagaji with yellow skin walks through the door. He pauses just inside, scanning the room. Adjusting the greatsword on his back so it does not hinder his movement, he heads for an empty table.
K'coro does not see this halfling he was to meet. Perhaps he is early. Perhaps he is in wrong place. Perhaps he is late. No bother. K'coro will go whichever way Shimye wills.
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A large, portly orc swings the door of the Lodge open, carrying a bundle of sacks in one hand and what looks like a freshly cut sapling as a spear in the other. Behind him an attractive woman with a couple small bags of her own, as well as a serious looking man in a breast plate and a half orc in monk's robes.
The first orc quickly slides behind the bar, getting stuck for a brief moment in the entrance before turning sideways to sneak his extended gut back there with him. "Hey dare barman! Luurg's back to make dem sweet drinks fer people. We saved dat wulfmang n his elf-friend, now its time to have sum drinks!"
He gently sets the sacks on the bar and starts taking out all sorts of perfectly ripe fruits, stacking them on the bar within arms reach. Crisp red and green apples, plump oranges, perfectly yellow pears, and of course the finest melons in all of the Inner Sea. (Speaking of melons )"Come on Sheela, where's dem strawberries? Need 'em fer da smoothies!"
He draws out his mithril fruit slicer and starts going to town preparing the feast. He points to the other orc "Get dat magic blender up dare Marduk, we gunna need it wid so many Pathfinders gettin back from work from Bossman!" He points to the large sphere covered in glyphs on the high shelf.
"Serge, you knew yer way 'round da booze, get some good stuff, you n Marduk R buyin!" He says with a deep bellied chuckle followed by a wide smile, showing off his perfect set of orc teeth.
He taps the top of the blender and it lights up with green and purple flashing lights and the top pops open, a bit of misty smoke rolls out and a gnomish voice activates "Welcome back Luurg. What can I prepare for you today? Would you like your usual?"
"Hehe, sure do CUP-5000! Pineapple and coconut rum, but wid strawberry foam, no cherries dis time." He waves at Serge for the rum and starts tossing in some chopped up pineapple and coconut juice and 2 strawberries. Surprisingly the coconuts and pineapples dangle off his bandoleers across his chest (He's always prepared for his favorite drink..) As soon as the last strawberry hits the sphere the lid closes and starts to rumble. Lights flash, cold smoke spurts and you think... is that a Gnomish Librarian singing?
After only a few moments, a 'ding drinks are done' can be heard and Luurg slides a half coconut shell under the spout and a yellowish drink pours out, followed by the most perfect of perfect pink foam. Luurg gets a sour look on his face and pokes another glyph with his big, green finger "Where's my straw geez!" And a 16 inch white and pink striped paper straw somehow comes out after the pink foam into the coconut.
"Dang, looks great! Who's next?" He says as he slurps on his fine, fresh bevie.
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Sheela's never the type to turn down a smoothie. She gladly hands Luurg a bag of strawberries. "They look tasty, at least! I made sure not to squish-" she watches the half-orc snatch the bags from her and carefully check its contents.
"Where did this singing... blending... thing come from, anyway?" Sheela hums a few bars to go with it.
She isn't able to get in harmony with it though. "Well, where's mine? I want strawberries, peaches (if you have any) and... a carrot. A little starch goes a long way."
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A 6ft 4 pale skinned half-orc enters just a moment after the 1st.
[i]I haven't been in this place before. Much bigger and tidier than the taverns i've seen thus far.
On the 1st's request, he places a device on the table they sat down at.
"Label me curious what the result will be."
"And..i'm not buying the house a drink. Just so you know."
(Shows his teeth in a smile back t the loud half-orc)
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Luurg smiles and nods along to Sheela's requests, pulling out the required fruits in their requested numbers, at least until she mentions a carrot "Luurg don't do veggies. No carrots here... well maybe..." He hollers back towards the kitchen "GUT ANY CARROTS BACK DARE?"
He tosses the other ingredients into the blender and then snatches a carrot from the very helpful Halfling sous chef that ferries out a bundle of carrots, celery, radishes and herbs "Tanks Sparkie!" He gives him a pat on the shoulder and the rest of his rum drink.
As Marduk makes his tight wad intentions known Luurg frowns a bit "Guess Serge is buyin den HA!" And he continues to take orders for drinks as Sheela's strawberry/peach/carrot and vodkah smoothy dribbles out of the machine.
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An Ulfen woman wearing regular clothing walks into the Lodge. "Luurg. Making drinks? Whip one up for me. I"m heading out on a mission soon, but I've got time for one of your drinks."
"Oh hey dare Einn-Lady! Yer hair still so yellow, n smell like pineapple too! Whatcha want in dat dare drinky?" He hits another rune on the blender and it begins auto-prestidigitating itself clean.
Luurg drops his bulk onto a stool behind the bar, which creaks dangerously under his weight. Now I see why the bartender stays standing eesh!
As he waits for Einn, Luurg hollers into the crowded bar "I gut lots of stuff and since Serge ain't said no den all drinks on him till he says udderwise! Oh... where did dat sneak Bishop n Aiden wid his kinky sex-manacles go?"
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How did he know so much about Wolfsbane anyway? There is more to the half-orc than meets the eye.
"Um, right, whatever my friend here would like." Serge finally speaks up after snapping out of deep thought. "Luurg, do you always use fruit in your beverages? I have never seen such concoctions. Truly, you are a wizard of the grove." Serge raises a finger, waving down the barkeep to order his standard eccentric fare of milk and rum.
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Lynn waited for a moment wondering if the tiny dragon indeed wanted its own reading completely seperate from the man. When she saw the group trundle in she excused herself towards the bar for a moment. Her bangles and charms jingling along the way.
"Could i order an island tour, double pineapple and the bannana whole? Also I've never seen such a strange device." she bent to examine it closer but determined she probably wouldnt know anything about it. She looked to the man who had almost against his will but not quite agreed to pay for everyones drinks and smiled at him. "What a gentleman paying for everyone, I hope that your previous outing was successful?"