Ambrus Valsin VC's page

Of course you're going to be our eyes and ears. This comes directly from the Decemvirate. They are unable to scry more than a mile inland along the northern coast. They have also found teleportation either blocked or malfunctioning. One agent hasn't been heard from and is presumed lost. That's in addition to Venture-Captain Obo, his Lodge, and the agent he had sent off to look for River of Sands.

Valsin reaches over for a large rolled document on a side table and spreads it across the table. It shows a map of Rahadoum.

Whatever is going on, it's big. Maybe the gods are finally done with the "Law of Man". Tracing a finger across the map, Valsin points to Bika-Rano Isle, this is probably the safest place to set out from. There's a small fishing village on the southeast side of the isle. It's being hit by some pretty heavy winds, but we could find it while scrying. He slides his finger wast to Azir, the western third of the country is less affected as well. We were able to contact someone in Azir. The city is 200 miles from the edge of the event, and the government is keeping a tight lid on things. Unfortunately, word is getting out that something is wrong, what with all the caravans gone missing.

He traces the Napsune Mountains, basically anything east of the peaks is out of touch, and we're blind to whatever is going on. He next circles the deep desert of eastern Rahadoum. Somewhere in here is the focal point. And south of that is River of Sands.

I doubt there is anything in our stores that you didn't make or already have. We have a boat chartered if you want, it'll take a week to get there.

As Jacob entered Ambrus' office, Corlando peaked out from behind him, hands wringing, I'm sorry Venture-Captain, he...

Ambrus holds up a hand and shoo's Corlando out before sitting back in his richly upholstered leather chair and nodding a greeting to Radigan Radigan. Come in, by all means, make yourself at home. Have a seat. Would you like some refreshment? Maybe my reserve brandy? Here, let me get it for you.

The sarcasm is palpable and heavy as Ambrus stands and walks to a large globe of Golarion sitting in a darkwood and bronze stand. He lightly spins the globe before tapping on the island of Kortos. The globe splits at the equator and rocks back on a hidden hinge. Inside the globe sits a couple of decanters and several glasses. He pours a healthy slug into two of the glasses and returns to Radigan, holding one out.

Ambrus sits quietly at his desk, piles of documents moving across it from one bin to another as he reviews reports of various deeds from across Golarion.

His eyes glance occasionally at the ornate clock ticking away on one wall.

Finally he calls to his secretary, Corlando! When was Radigan supposed to be here?

A primly dressed halfling steps quickly to the doorway and looks down at a notebook held in the crook of his arm, 17 minutes ago, Venture-Captain!

Ambrus pushes back into his richly upholstered chair, that's what i thought, it isn't like him to be late.