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About Aspis AgentCrunch:
Female halfling magus (eldritch scion) 7 (Pathfinder RPG Advanced
Class Guide 104, Pathfinder RPG Ultimate Magic 9) NE Small humanoid (halfling) Init +4; Senses Perception +1 DEFENSE
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Background:
Like most halflings in Cheliax, Joliryn was born into servitude. She was an unremarkable slave who earned her share of beatings and harsh words, but as she approached adulthood, she began to notice strange auras about the manor house—especially her master’s ring, which glowed brightest of all. Her master was Alranair Leroung, a young scion of the Leroung noble house famed for its mastery of arcane powers. To Alranair’s shame, he was magically inept and often covered for his failures with the help of his magical ring.
As Joliryn’s ability to see magic grew, she also developed her own arcane talents. It was not long before Alranair learned of her natural skill that overshadowed his own tricks, and he beat her savagely and demanded that she never cast another spell. However, the more she watched Alranair’s charlatanry, the more incensed she grew that he could flaunt his lies while she was forbidden from expressing her spellcasting in any way. When Alranair was entertaining prestigious guests at a dinner party, the halfling’s frustrations boiled over, and she loudly announced that he was a fraud in the middle of his favorite parlor trick. His retaliation was swift and brutal, and she awoke the next morning covered in wounds and informed that she had been sold to an estate in Ostenso. Her new master insisted on being called by her first name, Suliji, and she had purchased Joliryn specifically so that she could use her magic as she liked and as a free halfling. Of course, Suliji also wanted some assistance with other jobs, but she was willing to release Joliryn from her slavery and pay a fair wage. Ever since, the halfling has proudly worked with Suliji, who in turn has trained her in the arts of swordplay and given her a prestigious role in the Aspis Consortium. The young protégé is a natural, and many of her coworkers tell stories of the unrepentantly lethal halfling who paints the battlefield with blood, wielding spells as her palette and a scimitar as her brush. Secret orders:
Joliryn,
It’s been several years in the making, but the coalition of some of the finest Aspis minds has finally manifested in this approaching assault—a fight to regain the Consortium’s glory and put the Society back in its place. I have not forgotten your earlier contributions, and I have pulled a few strings to secure you a key role in the upcoming operation. You won’t have the tiresome chore of leading the team; one of my colleagues has elected one of his cat’s paws to the role, and I trust you’ll let him parade about while letting you get the real work done. In fact, everyone on your team has powerful connections and probably thinks highly of themselves. I am betting on this, actually, because those connections have been particularly cagey about their own reasons for participating in this raid. Just as a tracker can tell the health and drives of an animal by the spoor it leave behind, you can help me gaze into my colleagues’ minds by discerning what it is that their agents want to accomplish. Keep an eye on your comrades, and report what you can to me about their ulterior motives. Of course, I would not demand information without sharing some in return. One of my many spies in the Society is a Chelish man named Arminaldi Charthagnion, a disciple of Nethys’ divine secrets. He is unhappy with the Society’s treatment of artifacts, and I have managed to keep him selling me secrets with the promise of helping him liberate a relic or two. I am expecting his latest report soon, but since you will be there anyway, perhaps you might meet him at the Wall of Names and use the intelligence as you see fit. He won’t acknowledge you as my agent unless you tell him “The wall slithers like a snake through grass.” You’ll know you have the right man if he responds “None would step on so great a serpent.” He should give you what you need to know, and no more need be said. Just try not to spoil his cover or your own by making a scene about it. I await news of your victory, Suliji Peshar |