Zero's #7-01: Enough is Enough (Intro to the Year of Battle's Spark)

Game Master Super Zero

The spark of battle lights! With Cheliax sending the Hellknight Order of the Rack into Breachill and publicly executing several innocent citizens, the Steel Falcons of Andoran—an elite faction of the Eagle Knights—have decided to take a public stand and liberate the town. In preparation for this attack, Andira Marusek (serious female human Supreme Elect of Andoran) reached out to her contact in the Pathfinder Society, Venture-Captain Brackett (gregarious male human venture-captain) for some on the ground assistance, particularly in getting the civilians to safety.

But before we get to all of that, why don't you introduce yourselves?

Glinda looks like a Jadwega from Irrisen, and it is possible that she is descended from a daughter of Baba Yaga. But she introduces herself as Glinda the Good and confirms she is indeed a Winter Witch.

A impeccably dressed gentleman joins the briefing. And by gentleman, I mean a Gentleman's gentleman. A human of middling age he is not of distinguished feature, although his carriage is erect and extremely proper. Dressed in full formal servants attire he carries a small silver drinks tray.

"Jeeves, reporting for duty, sir" he says with a short bow.

He wears no armor, nor does he carry a weapon.

Is there tea on that tray please Jeeves? Glinda asks with a smirk. Peach ice tea preferably

Another gentleman.

Contrastly, striking eyebrows and a resting scowl shape the contours of this one's face, his hair, long, thin, black with a streak white, tamed over a mildly risen widow's peak. His frame that particular constitution of nobility, meek yet mannered, projected as with infinite confidence into the room itself, erudite, educated, elite.

Remaining quiet, his eyes observe the surroundings, maintaining a composure of genuine unapproachability.

"Tea? Certainly madam. But not iced I am afraid." says Jeeves. The mostly prepared butler produces a china-tea cup and saucer, and, pouring from an elegant pot, delivers a lovely scented cup of hot tea - with just a hint of peach to it.

He directs his gaze toward Veracruz. "Sir? A Coffee? Or perhaps a short brandy?"

But perhaps, warmer than appearances?

"Qué amable y considerado. Sería un descuido de mi parte negarme" is our occult hero's sudden affirmative, leaving the two offered choices of beverage to be decided by the gentleman making the offer.

Glinda takes a sip. That is excellent. Thank you Jeeves. I have to admit, this is the first mission I have had that came with a butler. Incidentally, have you already been briefed?

She then glances over to Veracruz and frowns. Glinda knows a few languages, but that didn't sound like anything from the northern regions or even Queen Anastasia's native language. Nor any of the fey or elemental languages.

Как грубо

A tiny ferret that is burping smoke, rides into the room on top of leopard that is literally on fire.

Looking up, its whiskers wriggle, and then it lets out a chuckle.

"Hello, everyone! I'm Raijyu! How do you feel about toads?"

With his métal armor and his longhammer the dwarf feels himself a bit apart from the rest of the party. Well my name’s Wizel Genius. Then he raises an eyebrow. The parents sometimes choose weird names for their sons. But that’s so.

A lean gray-brown wolf trots into the chaotic square, weaving calmly through fleeing townsfolk before stopping beside the gathered Pathfinders. Green light swirls around it, leaves lifting in a brief gust as the wolf’s form stretches and rises into Melenia, an elf druid with chestnut hair braided with feathers and leaves. She steadies herself with her wooden staff, eyes wary of the city around her as her fingers briefly scratch at her hair—a nervous habit she tries to hide.

“I am Melenia Nightbreeze of the Wild Order,” she says softly but firmly. “I’ve come to help guide the innocent to safety. Tell me where I’m needed.”

A snotty witch, a feral barbarian, a talking ferret, and a wild-smelling elf: Veracruz, for his better, sticks nearby Percival Jeeves, the only 'civilized' pathfinder in the room.

He switches to proper Taldan "One would imagine that, in order to succeed, we might have to proceed beneath the current laws of the land" he turns to Melenia Nightbreeze, appreciative of her direct approach (despite his other reservations) "Or even within jurisdiction exterior to the buroughs themselves"

Glinda turns to Raijyu. Welcome Reijyu. I am Glinda. I have nothing against toads although I was told it is not a good idea to lick one.

She then turns to Wizel. Sometimes one just has to accept the name one was given. Wear it with pride Sir Dwarf.

As Melenia appears she claps in appreciation. Unfortunately we haven't been told what our mission is yet but I suspect it has something to do with the Andoran Cheliax war. She makes a face at the word 'war'.

Raijyu smiles, showing sharp, needle-like teeth.

"Hello Glinda! I agree, licking toads is bad - they usually don't like it!"

Raising an eyebrow the dwarf replies to Glinda: Be sure my hammer is really here and doesn’t care about a name.

Jeeves reaches into a pouch, withdraws a small hip flask and pours the contents into a small glass which he offers to Wizel. It certainly smells stronger than tea.

"Whiskey, sir?" he asks.

A perplexed expression crosses his feet for a moment at the ferret, instead he advances on Melenia. "Refreshments, Miss Nightbreeze? I do have plain water also available."

Then returning his gaze to the ferret he asks "Mr? Raijyu. What would you like to partake of while we wait?"

Whiskey? Hey usually I take an ale, but that might help.

Wizel smiles through his beard.

Raijyu bounces up and down in excitement.

"I like meat!"

Melenia once again scratches her hair as she introduces herself to everyone. She relaxes a bit when offered a refreshment. "Yes please, a bottle of plain water for me."