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To Whom It May Concern:

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That's classified.

1. Why are you a Pathfinder?

CLASSIFIED.

2. Do you have a name and surname that is not ripped straight out of existing Earth mythology or popular culture?

"CLASSIFIED." AKA "<REDACTED>" AKA "DISAVOWED" AKA "CENSORED" AKA "██████████████"

3. Which nation did you grow up in? How did this nation influence you?

CLASSIFIED.

4. What do you look like? What are your wearing? How does this vary when you’re stalking through forests, sewers, deserts or in glittering cities?

CLASSIFIED. Subject to Change.

5. What do you love?

Subject to Change.

6. What do you hate?

CLASSIFIED.

7. Which other Pathfinders (PCs) do you rely on for teamwork, survival and butt-kicking? Do you have a bro? a mentor? a father figure? maybe a rival?

CLASSIFIED.

8. How does your race influence your views? Are you a stereotype of a certain race? How are you different from most humans/elves/gnomes/orcs/tengu?

CLASSIFIED.

9. What are you afraid of? Do you have any phobias or worries?

Stagnation. Publicity. Acknowledgement.

10. What is your most treasured possession?

CLASSIFIED.

I bring enough illusion magic that even the heaviest armored party members can consider Stealth a viable tactic.

Any records of illegally preparing silent image in the past have already been modified.

Hail the Veil.

Just to be completely sure, we would be starting at level 1?

Edit: Also, are the 'kingdom roles' in the Kingmaker Player's Guide or somewhere else?

Sometimes you meet TOZ.

And then sometimes you meet TOZ.

And sometimes TOZ meets you.

To be fair, we've already got "assets in place" as faction heads.

'Fata' slumps back gracelessly into the overstuffed chair. "The Seventh Veil teaches us all that we can be anything if we simply put our minds to it. While I know not your Vaarsuvius, I certainly could be her, if need be. All in a day's work."

'Fata' continues on, musing, "With everything our little organization now stands for, we ought to be taking over from the insides of factions...planting ideas in those bloodcrazed slaverkillers and singleminded do-gooders alike. Support their agendas when they align with ours and inhibit when it does not. We could own the entire society without anyone even realizing it."

"Perhaps so. But from my life as an Hellknight..who was I then?"

'Fata' stands up, looks up slightly lost in thought, then morphs into a reasonably sized Chelaxian female, dressed complete head to toe in standard armiger's gear, salutes and continues, the previously genderless voice becoming a booming, serious female voice, with a hint of Isgeri accent.

"Armiger Second Class Asmodia Hecauve, reporting for duty. Company line states that House Thrune is stronger than ever and shall reign forevermore. The weak Andorans are begging for the rule of law."

Asmodia salutes, and waves a hand across her body, her form morphing back to 'Fata.' Her voice quickly adjusts itself back to normal.

"But from dealing with the Knights in less-than-public situations, I got the feeling that the Knights follow out of duty, not of belief. I'm sure putting some of our people into the group would work just as well as it does in the Eagle Knights, just as well as it does in the Lion Blades."

Fata pauses, smiles, and returns that standard Hellknight salute.

"So, I suppose, nice to meet you."

Shaking Ozymandias's hand,"I believe my most recent reports say 'Fata Morgana.' But who can say?"

'Fata' sits down on an ottoman, and unceremoniously puts her feet on a nearby coffee table.

"As far as fancy pieces of paper go, in ten minutes or so I could have three of them. Let's be quite fair. Some of the uppercrust opulence here ought to be a thing of the past. There's nothing wrong with shows of power and wealth and decadence, but the important thing is not the show, it's the power. Taldor is dying...," and glancing toward the insignia on Ozymandias' chest...Cheliax is withering, Andoran is falling apart."

Fata pauses for a moment.

"And we rise."

I can't come up with a reason why you'd want to show up for a duel.

I mean, if your opponent can't see you, your opponent can't defeat you.

"Working from the shadows" doesn't have to be an euphemism.

Even something as delightfully simple has having more that one name is usually enough to keep the unwitting ones off your trail.

Be who you want to be when you want. You'll never be unhappy.

I can safely say I'll be there, continuing my attempt to <<REDACTED> before <<REDACTED>> finally finishes his plan to <<REDACTED>> in <<REDACTED>>.

*MAJOR NEWS BREAKTHROUGHT! The REAL IDENTIFY of Norgorber has been discovered! It is *REDACTED*!

Wasn't me.