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Elluin is a Bronze Draconic Sorcerer with the Alchemist Dedication.
He has a fascination with how electricity behaves and can be used.
He splits his time between being an artist home-body and an adventurer - when he gets bored with one, he goes does the other for a decade or two until he gets bored with that. He probably gets bored more quickly with adventuring.
He carries a fair amount of inexpensive bronze and glass 'stuff' most of the time. The bronze stuff should be useful with the Telekinetic Projectile cantrip. (As I read the rules, I'll have to spend an action tossing whatever away from me, and then using the cantrip on it.)
His Alchemy is highly focused on healing / aid - and electricity.
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Henric Tisma, age 25, is five and a half feet tall, with brown hair and grey eyes. He has tanned skin, and weighs 150 lbs. He's spent the last ten years sailing the Inner Sea, and he looks it. He bears the scars of countless fights, and wears a bandolier full of hatchets. Most notable about him is perhaps the wicked looking fauchard that he carries.
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Noravia Rugatonn was the result of a dalliance between a Chellish noble and a tiefling commoner. Viewed as a second class citizen by her country and an embarrassment by her family, Novaria was treated terribly in Egorian. However, she managed to eventually hook up with the bellflower network and, after working with them for a few years, managed to escape and set herself up in Absolom.
It was during her time helping slaves escape in Chelliax that she found herself drawn to Nocticula. Noravia found a kindred spirit in the story of a creature of the lower planes working to better herself despite the terrible environment around her. None were more surprised than her when her devotion was rewarded with spell casting ability.
Noravia uses her skills to heal those she deems worthy; those who are kind and encourage peace in the world. She also will not hesitate to put down those that are racist, bullies, or use their positions to put down good people that they have never met.
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Each of you has received a letter.
It seems as though the entire Grand Lodge has the air of a celebration. The great gates are flung wide, and the phoenix trees lining the entryway are in full flame. The halls of the main tower of Skyreach, normally somber and reserved, echo with the sound of voices and music. The great ballroom is decked for a celebration, with colorful banners and bunting along the walls, tables replete with food and drink, and a jovial cacophony of conversation rising from Pathfinders of all ancestries, nations, and backgrounds.
After a quick scan of the room, it’s obvious that many of the attendees have gathered in small groups here and there. A half-orc woman in an iconic ship captain’s hat stands near the punch bowl, handing cups to anyone who passes within reach, and a dark-skinned half-elf leads a small group of new agents around the room, introducing them to other attendees. Several senior agents stand in quiet conferral with a dark-haired Taldan man with a distinctive chin strap beard, while a scholarly dwarf tells a rousing tale to a growing audience.
A familiar blond halfling woman bounces over, bubbling with excitement. Janira Gavix, Head Initiate of the Pathfinder Society, grins, “Oh, I’m so glad you made it! After all, the celebration is for you. Have you gotten drinks? Snacks? Be sure to spend some time getting to know everyone—it’s best to be on good terms with the movers and shakers in the Society, that’s how you learn about the latest opportunities. I’ll be here if you need me to help you with anyone’s names or to make an introduction. Just let me know how I can help!”
Janira gestures everyone forward into the room, beaming all the while.
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A halfling man with a mop of red hair which matches the unkempt red hair on his feet and lower legs walks up behind the party while shuffling a deck of cards in his hands.
"A party! Oh, I hope they have gaming tables in there. I haven't had a good game of cards in quite a while."
Seeing Janira, he speaks to her.
"Hello again, Janira! I see you have gotten a promotion. Hey, how about we go hang out at the Wounded Wisp sometime. I heard they found a secret passage there a few years ago."
He smiles and bows to her, then makes his way to the punch bowl while looking to see if the punch has any punch to it or is just bland flavored water.
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Janira smiles warmly at Krazza.
"Of course!"
She then nods to the various groups.
"The dwarf over there is Gorm Greathammer, the leader of the Grand Archive. He is deep in conversation with Zarta Dralneen, a Chelaxian expatriate once known best for her hedonism, who is now the Head Archivist of the Grand Lodge's extensive troves of knowledge and magic."
She then nods in the direction of the punch bowl.
"The half-orc is Calisro Benarry, the former captain of the Grinning Pixie, and now leader of the Horizon Hunters. She is deep in conversation with Aaqir al-Hakam, a well-groomed, clean-shaven man of Qadiran descent, known as one of the Society's main suppliers of adventuring equipment."
Janira then indicates the dark-skinned elven woman, who is chatting amiably with an aasimar woman with violet eyes and natural golden patterns on her face.
"The elf-blooded woman is Fola Barun, the head of the Envoy's Alliance; the other is Valais Durant, the leader of the Radiant Oath."
She then turns her attention to the fourth group.
"The stern human man of Taldan descent with tanned skin, dark hair, and a distinctive chin strip of facial hair is Eando Kline, the head of the Vigilant Seal faction. The Elf he is talking with is Kreighton Shane, the Pathfinder Society’s Master of Scrolls — the Society’s dean responsible for agents’ academic training - an eccentric and absent-minded elf with long, blond hair."
Janira smiles, and winks.
"Why don't you go and introduce yourselves to the various groups? It might be worth your while!"
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The party then heads over to Calisro, and find that she is deep into an animated conversation regarding potential trading routes through the Shackles.
If only you could distract Aaqir, she might be able to talk to you...
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Krazza hustles to catch up to the others, then shimmies between Calisro and Aaqir.
"Give me your mone-ahhhh no no no that isn't how you start." Krazza says flustered by almost mugging the Qadiran instead of asking about her banking habits.
"Hello! I am Krazza Volkir of Taldor. Do you know about the great bronze banks of my country..." he delivers almost robotic before dropping his head and shuffling away.
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The red-haired halfling strides confidently up to the table and speaks in a loud voice. "Cap'n Calisro! I'm so glad to see you in charge of the refreshments. I was worried it would just be punch, but I know, he winks conspiratorially at her, that you wouldn't let that happen on your watch." He grins broadly at her at he thrusts out an overlarge red Solo cup to be filled.
Looking at Aagir he smiles and remarks to him, "I've heard about the great gambling dens in Katapesh. I can't wait to go there some day. Do you know any good ones to start with? I don't want to scare away the easy marks too quickly before I "acquire" their money in an," he clears his throat, "honest game of cards." He grins broadly at Aaqir.
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Krazza somehow manages a terrible social faux-pas, mortally offending Aaqir, but the rest of the party come to Krazza's rescue, smooth things over, and distract the Qadiran man long enough for Calisro to explain what she wants:
Apparently, Calisro has made some weird friends over the years. One of the weirdest—a long-lived naga with unparalleled occult knowledge—was unjustly accused of a crime, punished with the Charge of the Gorgon, and left petrified in Westgate. Calisro’s bribed someone to get permission to restore her friend, but it’ll look a lot more official if a third party takes care of the details, and a bunch of junior Pathfinders are a perfect fit.
She gives you a greater salve of antiparalysis with explicit instructions that it be used only on the target.
Additionally, with a nod an a wink, slips the party a small, unmarked hip flask, describing it as “a pick-me-up for when you really need to get back on your feet.”
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"Eando Kline! Wow! He's famous!"
The halfling looks at the others and laughs.
"No, not the way you think! He helped open up Varisia so that others would venture there. It's a good thing he did because that is what saved us in the end when one of the old Runelords tried to undo everything that took place for thousands of years."
He settles down and grins. "It's a long tale that can wait for a proper telling. Let's go see Eando!"
He waves the others towards Eando.
Henric steps up beside Krazza and claps him on the shoulder, saying, "It's a lot, isn't it? Don't sweat it too much. We've got your back."
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Calisro gives Noravia a wry look.
"I would like nothing better. But I am not, exactly, an uninvolved third party - if I, as a known friend of the 'criminal', were seen to be freeing them, it would create... complications. That is something that the Society at large can do without..."
She then takes a savage swig from her own mug, draining it.
It would appear that Eando and Kreighton are discussing modifications to the lecture series for the upcoming academic year; Kreighton is hoping to introduce more 'breadth' subjects to the curriculum, but Eando just doesn't see how Faerie-kin sign language (which involves wing movements as part of the communication medium) and basic Thassilonian accounting will help new agents survive in the field...
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The halfling man walks up to Kreighton Shaine and introduces himself.
"Dean Shaine, in New Thassilon we haven't used much accounting. Since we've integrated with your timeline, it's been a struggle getting our economy working properly with the rest of Varisia. The Runelords never really worried about that sort of thing since they instituted a command economy. Before I left, they had delegated economic matters to a council which is trying to move the economy to a mix of socialism and mercantilism which would allow for the growth of a middle class that would then help us begin to upgrade our means of production."
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Elluin walks up to Eando and Kreighton, and says, "Hello. I could not help overhear your discussion as I was walking up. Have you considered adding "Dealing Damage: How to select which attack best suits the current circumstances" to the curriculum? There are some fascinating interactions with electricity that I'm certain could be quite useful in the field."
Elluin is willing to draw Kreighton into an extended discussion of the strange behaviors of electricity, occupying his time, and letting his colleagues talk to Eando.
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Kreighton proves to be a stubborn conversationalist, refusing to be easily distracted, running rings around most of the party.
Still, Numbers does manage to distract him briefly, enabling Eando to hand-off a note, outlining his request:
Some smugglers were using a recently exposed ship in the Flotsam Graveyard to smuggle goods into the city from Nex — including creatures, apparently. One of their “goods” broke free of its containment, and the smugglers have been looking for someone to recapture it. I am not keen on letting the smugglers regain their missing “cargo,” as the creature is equally likely to be a slave or a menace. Your goal is to locate and identify this strange creature, and then determine what its fate should be.I am empowering you to make that decision, because I don’t believe they should trust an uninformed central authority to make that sort of call.
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Elluin heads follows the group over to Fola Barun. He asks Valais Durant, "Did your time as a being of demonflesh yield any new insights into defeating demons? I have friends back home that would be interested in anything that might aid in the clearing of the Tanglebriar and defeat of Treerazer."
attempting to distract Valais.
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Henric nods and says Yes, I've sailed on several trips ferrying refugees across the Inner Sea from Almas. One thing I've noticed is that many of them are quite traumatized, and it's best to ensure that ships making that run have enough space to allow them to avoid interacting with the crew. They just..., they weren't ready to trust us, yet.
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Although Krazza struggles, most of the rest of the party provide good arguments, distracting Valais sufficiently that Fola is easily able to outline her request:
A scholar at the College of Mysteries has been working on an interesting new ritual that’s has led to considerable division among her colleagues. She’s been under growing pressure to leave the college, so now might be a good time to contact her, determine if she would be a good fit for the Pathfinder Society, and, if so, recruit her.