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"I have to admit that I know less than I would like about gods for the Dwarves, other than Torag." the worshipper of Iomedae nods to the wayang. "However, I did some research for going into Jormundun." She looks around the room, as if for someone, "But, if I remember correctly, isn't Grundinnar the one who makes sure old friends are not forgotten, even after years? I ask, because it is not often I see those I once knew, being in Absalom so rarely." She smiles warmly to Twillika and Rainbow Legacy. "Though, I must admit, such a warm welcome from new friends is most wonderful as well."
The paladin seems a bit surprised as the small, dark woman runs up, but she is solid as a wall. "Hello, Twillika! I didn't know if I'd see anyone familiar here..." She shifts a greatsword on her back to prevent accidental cuts, and uses a gauntleted hand to rub the long, lustrous mane of the colorful equine. "We should catch up at length, given a chance. I've been working steadily since we went and rescued that Air-Lord prisoner." She frowns just a bit, and continues, "But, I caught you in the middle of something, didn't I?"
"Hello, the Temple!" the overarmored (it's kind of blinding, really) chelaxian woman strides into the place, looking around at who is here. "I need to find someone who can work sky-metal. Inheritance was wounded in the Wound..." It takes a moment, but she seems to realize what she'd said, and gives a throaty chuckle. "Anyways, I need a Smith, and Inheritance is made of adamantine. Jormundun is a little far from Nerosyan for me to travel in a day, and I noticed the new place here. I thought to myself, 'well, this is where Rhon might come, if he were here in the Lodge', so I thought I might check it out for that reason, too." Not always the sharpest of observers, Bree seems to notice some conflict brewing and looks more closely to the speakers.
Bree-Bran looks hungrily at the plate, and seats herself, shifting her greatswords to fit over the bench. She says a brief prayer and kisses one of her holy symbols of Iomedae before rubbing her hands together and gathering tableware. Cutting and placing the first bite in her mouth, her facial features soften and she happily sighs with pleasure. She takes her time chewing, savoring the meaty flavor. Then, suddenly she sits straighter, and industriously cuts another and prepares to pop it in her mouth.
"Steak would be wonder..." Bree-Bran sighs softly after the bartender, and gives a shrug with her wide shoulders rising and falling. Her gaze returns to the kitsune and she gives a nod. "If ever you do need help there, please look me up. I like helping members of the Crusade, and as you might have guessed, it's part of my duties." Her hand indicates the many signs of the Inheritor over her comparison. "I'm probably one of the best at moving through and around the Wound that you'll find here in Absalom." Her statement may be immodest, but she makes it in a very matter-of-fact manner.
"Now that's a sight for sore eyes!" The woman in shining armor steps in from the weather, streaming water from openings in the full plate. "Good, clean, natural weather!" her smile lights up the place as she doffs her Tian-styled helmet. A bit of Chelaxian accents her words, and her red hair, tipped with black frames her fair face, held in place by a headband. "It's so good to be back fully in Golarian. The Wound is not a place to live, that's for sure." She looks over the assembled people and other...types. "I think we can all use some inside warmth, and some cheer." Three long-legged strides take her to the bar, and she slaps down a few gold-pieces. "Drinks all around, and a bite for me if you have it. The demons were in foul form this morning, and Inheritance did mighty work this day." She slaps one of the two greatswords on her back, and then pulls out a stool to straddle it.
Bree-Bran beams a great smile to the wayang and winged, single-horned pony. "Well met, Twillika Saiville, and also to you, Rainbow Legacy. I -am- a paladin, one in service to the Inheritor, the Goddess Iomedae, and hoping to follow in the footsteps as indicated in her blessed Acts." She looks around at the attendees, and nods in satisfaction. "I see you know our hostess, and, by the way, that -was- a great story. I hope you get many more chances to fight Evil. I can introduce you to Rhon, he's a full Silver Crusader, as I am. " She starts to look around again, and chuckles at Avelina's embrace, then takes a knee in respect. She rises again, as the Hostess is whisked away in her social whirlwindry. Taking those wanting introductions in tow, she addresses Rook, "I do not know everyone here, save by reputation, but this -is- for the Silver Crusade. You can be assured that everyone here wants to increase Good in the world, even if they have different ways to do it. My own specialty is facing off against demons, and I have had good success in that endeavor, Spoiler: but most recently I went up against a monster of a squid, wielding magicks that would be home right at the Arcanamirium."
"By the Goddess' Blessed Acts!" The woman is obviously of Chelish descent, fairly tall and athletic, and decked out in some of the brightest steel plate armor. She also has a pair of greatswords on her back, even in this festive setting. "Princess, you seem to have outdone even yourself." The clanking stops as Bree halts in front of the priestess of Iomedae. "This looks to be a smashing time, and I hope as many gather for this as is possible. Your Honored Majesty of a Mother hinted this was the place I should be only this morning..." The paladin looks around, and those near to her (within 30 feet of the Rallying Armor) should feel comforted (+6 to saves vs. fear). She spies the elder paladin, Rhon, and beams a smile at him. "Welcome Rook, and know that all would make the World a better place are welcome here. Do you need introductions? Not that I know everyone, but I am willing to talk to anyone."
An over-armored woman clanks down the hall, and surveys the entrance. She looks over those gathered and passes Rhon with a solid clap to his shoulder. She is decorated with the symbols appropriate for a worshiper of Iomedae, and a pair or greatswords hang on her back "Greetings, Ms Adorabella, and welcome to our hall. All those who strive for Good in the world are welcome here. I see you are..." her eyes go over Helen's features, and she places a hand on the girl's shoulder.
"My name is Bree-Bran, or Bree for short. I haven't been that far west, but I am familiar with the lands of the Mammoth Lords, and more familiar than I ever wanted with the Worldwound. It is your story that the folk here want to hear, I am sure."
Bree-Bran nods to Pythia, and also to Suhaila. "Oh, yes. Meet Doyle. He's around here some times, and I'd say about half of it he's a bat. He is nice enough to talk to." Then she turns to face the bat in question, her brow furling into a bit of a scowl before smoothing and then wrinkling into more of a puzzled expression. She looks around the room for something. "Doyle, where's your beast? Conan, I think? Remember, he can scare people if they don't know what to expect." She pauses to think for a moment. "I mean, I would not want him to get hurt."
Bree flashes a bright grin in response to Suhaila. "I thank you most kindly, and worry not, for I have no need for romance at this time, but comradeship is most welcome." There is a nod of assertion, she continues, a little sadly. "I have been to weddings and gatherings where things of dire and evil portent have come to pass. In my home... original land, marriages were things of paper and attorneys, and I have no desire for that. No, fighting the good fight, seeing people freed of oppression and predation, and then celebration with friends and comrades is what I seek." Her smile comes back, with a wry twist. "I think I have even tried what our new friend, Honor, would consider a proper obeisance to her Celestial Lord. That was some time back, I think."
"You have some really good points there, Suhaila." The paladin speaks up after some time in her own thoughts. "I'm sorry, but I could not help but overhear. I, myself, have been chastised for being overeager to do that which I excel in. So, hearing it put that way, and even thinking of the Goddess as her former self makes me realize that I have harbored my own anger for too long." She sighs softly and looks down, heavy-hearted and reflecting. "Again, I think you are right about protecting the good in life that has been experienced. I think I will seek some of that, before I am sent out on a next mission." She looks up again, more hopeful than before.
"Ah, yes. A pilgrimage to Ustalav, to actually look upon the Gallowspire, to see where the Knights of Ozem fought the Whispering Tyrant, to see what kinds of foul creatures accumulate there, and to put them to end." She nods thoughtfully, and then looks over to the gnome. She lifts the entangled armor from his figure and holds it up, draped correctly for him to don easily. Agreeing with Suhaila, Bree nods again. "Yes, what right have we? Consenting adults should be able to do as they please in private, or we run into very slippery slopes. If they are harming others, however..."
Bree allows the manipulation, closing her eyes to feel what is being done. "Thank you, but it is quite alright. The Inheritor sees to it that I am in fine shape to battle the forces that try to corrupt and oppose the world." Her hand rests on Triblin's arm a moment, and he loses any feelings of tiredness or onset of any illness. She looks over to Pythia and nods. "We all contribute to Good in the world in our own ways. Mine is the physical opposition of the enemy, but keeping those who fight in the thick of things and up is no less noble. There are magicians I have fought beside that oppose just as hard, and ..." she looks to Suhaila with a raised eyebrow, "Talking a vampire into the Boneyard for proper judgement, while novel to me, is a perfectly good way to put Evil to rest." She adds to Marak, "I'm no expert in the slayings of vampires; I can only directly oppose them. But Inheritance," she taps her adamantine greatsword again, "has tasted their flesh a few times. I salute you in your noble calling, and success in performing it." Rising from her chair, she pounds a bare fist against her breastplate with a solid thump.
Bree smiles widely to Suhaila, and nods at the question. "Thank you for the offer, but really, I'm fine. My calling is to deal with the Evil of the World, and since the Society hasn't had much for me to do in several months, I've been spending most days in Nerosyan and points west..." Her smile goes a bit more feral, and would not be mistaken for a child any time soon. "I've been getting good workouts, and Inheritance here," She pats the great black blade behind her, "Has seen to the end of many a demon. It just takes a while for everything to sort out and calm again. Last night was a good bit of work."
"Optimism and idealism are very important, and certainly desired. However, if you are on the wrong side of Good, I assure that I am a meanie." She takes that moment to rise to her feet and stretches her fists towards the ceiling. Her sturdy, five-foot six frame gives a few more pops of protest, but she signs contentedly and seats herself again.
The paladin greets the dwarf with a smile. "Good to see you, too." She looks around at his words. "I seem to have missed what happened, all save you drawing and bringing Earl out. But, no one here appears Evil, and there's no blood." She looks around again, more carefully.
"Seeker Suhaila over there seems upset about her maturity being called into question, but I've never heard anything like that about her." Bree straightens in her chair, and an audible pop comes from her back.
The normally overarmored woman comes in the place with a brisk stride and a frown on her pretty face. Not the kind of frown at seeing a glabrezu with a victim hanging midair in front of it, but just a mild frown tightening her features. She only has a single, black-metal greatsword across her back, and her gleaming breastplate with the familiar sword-and-radiance stamped into the front is partly covered by the loose overrobe with the similar mark embroidered in. She moves gracefully through the speakers, and at the table, she spins a chair around and straddles it, leaning forward on her arms on the back of it. Gathering herself, she takes in the crowd and looks for familiar faces. Avelina gets a smile and a nod of the head. Others get appraising looks and what appears to be brief evaluations. Listening to the conversation, she takes it in, and doesn't seem to comment on it for the moment.
"Welcome back, Selena. It has been some time since you were last here." She looks the oracle over as if expecting something to be held in the woman's hands, but then shrugs just a little. She takes the missive and reads. "That sounds like quite the adventure! I see you are hale and whole, and given that, I expect your companions are as well." A little less loudly, she adds, "You know, you don't have to tear the pages; just turn the book around." The thinks a moment looking up and off. "If I recall, I had just returned from the Worldwound, when last we spoke. We did visit the Lost Sky Citadel, Jormundun, and cleared the demon filth from the place. We recovered the Sky Key there... Well, the main part of it. Pathfinders everywhere are looking for the remaining parts. All over Avistan and Garund." She smiles brightly, and offers a seat, and signals for some food and drink. "I'm just back from Tian-Xia, myself. From a place full of Krakens. Fortunately, we were successful, and the Way of the Kirin has been helped." "The only thing I can suggest for you, though, is to check in with Venture-Captain Valsin, and get yourself back on the duty rosters. I'm sure Venture-Captain Dreng will be waking you soon enough."
"Congratulations!" Bree-Bran rises and moves to the Dwarven Seeker and gives him a resounding pat on the shoulder. Her smile is generously wide, and her eyes shine. "It must feel wonderful to reclaim some of your ancient heritage from the vile evil that inhabited it. And also, the knowledge to be learned of your kin!" For her own drink of the round, she takes some of the stout brew kept on hand for dwarves, the stuff that the staff warns other races about. (They almost require waivers from those "Come all, and join the new Seeker in his celebration! We have a veritable legend, right here in our midst!"
"Best of luck to you. I can accompany you as far as Nerosyan, but I have business much closer to the Inner Sea." Then the paladin shoots a glance over to the side. "A duck? Sir, I have only ever seen normal-sized ducks, and my vambrace weighs as much. If there are giants of the type, then perhaps I do weigh the same. But what is the import of that?"
Bree seems taken aback by the onrush and grapple, but steels herself and offers a hesitant pat on the back to the Mendevian noblewoman. "Of course, Your Highness. I have met your Aunt, the Queen, and she is someone I could follow into the Wound itself, and on the the Ab... " Her words are cut off by the departure to the senior Crusader.
Bree-Bran shoots a glance over at Bo, raising a brow as she does. "Good Sir, I happen to be a paladin in service to the Inheritor, the goddess I-o-me-dae. Do I look like some kind of witch to you?" She rises to her full 5-foot-six, gleaming full plate still on her, with both her greatswords across her back. "I am a warrior against the dark forces of the world. Acting honorably and good are just the right things to do, if at all possible. There is no reason to descend into the depths of depravity that is Evil. So, I am glad you resisted their advances, and took a stand for yourself. I've been told that all it takes for evil to win, is for good people to do nothing. Doing good and right need to be done, and cannot be taken for granted." Her outburst done, she sits back down, and checks to make sure everyone has something to drink.
Bree rises up with some clanking, and standing tall at first, then she gives a bow to the elemental. Speaking in common, she talks slowly and clearly: "Welcome to you, Friend of Rhon's. I am sorry I do not speak your language, but my limited smarts have been working on understanding foul demonkind." She reaches for a mug, then stops, thinks a moment, and looks to the great outsider. "I don't know what, but I would like to offer you refreshment, as we are celebrating life at this time of year."
Bree-Bran gives a patient smile to Aldoz and nods as her armor clanks under his pat. She shakes her head. "No, tapestries in general don't give appointments. However, this one is my transportation to Nerosyn. I don't have any assignments looming, so I am going to see if there's a patrol or something I can help with. Since the Stones went down, I know aggressive presence in the Wound is necessary." Then she shakes her head slowly to Yoshimi. "My talents don't lie where Master Zey's respect does. I am a warrior on evil, through-and-through, and my tactics involve messy contact with the enemy. What I am doing tomorrow is something I've earned, and it adds a slight complication to his schedule, so best I just minimize the trouble I cause, and be on my way. He won't remember anything about it, that way." She looks off a bit, not nearly so distracted as another follower of the Inheritor a few moments ago. "Now, Master Farabellus and I, we see things in a similar fashion. Skill at arms, and proper situational awareness of the enemy. Also, he's a good one to spar with. Always has some trick or move that I can learn from."
A hand comes up to cover Bree-Bran's mouth demurely, and hardly is a chuckle to be heard. She just shakes her head once with only a hint of a smile. Her glance goes over to the others talking in an unknown language, but that loses her interest immediately, and so she looks to her tankard. Finding it empty, she lifts it on high, as though emulating a Caydenite, and calls for another round for everyone gathered. "Drink as much as you like, everyone. I've opened a tab for the people here. For myself, I have an appointment with the Tapestry, early, and the Master of Spells gets very cranky when travelers are not prompt."
Bree-Bran comes back into the hall after a visit to the exterior facilities. She settles both greatswords on her armored back and then moves with a particular vigor back to the table. There is a wide smile for Avelina, and what might even be a sketch of a court'sey. "Your Highness, are you alright? You seem distracted by something." She nods to the newcomers as she turns her chair around, and sits, leaning forward with her arms on the back. There is no comprehension of the foreign tongue, but she looks puzzled. "You sound something like some people I worked for, back when Amara Li was a venture captain. Key-Rin or something like that. It was really far off; it took months by sea to get there." And then, remembering her manners, she rises and offers a hand with the gauntlet dangling on a cord. "Hello, I'm called Bree-Bran, and I'm in service to Iomedae. Pleased to meet you, and glad to see new faces in the Silver Crusade. Getting the Society out and doing good is a blessing."
The heavily armed and armored woman comes in, having had a dip in the river to clean off most of the gore from her armor, and drops to a bench with a heavy sigh of relief. "It is so good to be back! Hello everyone, and what is this discussion? I'm just back from Nerosyn, and things seem to be holding together well there. Raids into old Sarkorian territory happen daily."
She pulls aside one of the greatswords on her back to be able to face the group, and rests her vambraces on the table. "I'm glad to be back for Winter Solstice Feast, though. Inheritor's blessings to you all, and to all a Good Fight!" There's a bark of laughter and an order for drinks around. "Rhon, you haven't been to the Sky Citadel, yet? I would have thought you would have been one of the first in the gates." She nods a little. "It was a great fight there when we opened it. Sorry to say, but we mussed the floor with hogsheads of demon blood. The throne room was a real mess."
Bree-Bran pulls one of the two greatswords from her back, handling it with care, but displaying for all to see. "Inheritance here, it is made of starmetal, the one we would call 'adamantine'. I know little of how it was made, but it is most formidable in battle. Demons aplenty know its bite, and I would face any foe with it in my hand." She places it back in its sheathe, and looks more closely at the metal. "The dwarves at Janderhoff are quite knowledgeable on forging most any material, and the smiths of Nerosyn would be able to work it, but they are tied up with so much rebuilding and arming the additional crusaders. No, I think you'll find right here in Absalom the right people to do the job. Ask in Master Farabellus' office. They'll know."
"Why, hello to you again, Feesh!" Bree-Bran looks to the girl practicing tricks with her teacup. "Glad to hear you and your Goddess are getting along and learning one another. Though the Song of the Stars can be a little flighty, her heart is good, and the well-being of folk is her intent." The paladin looks the Hellknight up and down, taking her measure, and then gives a nod. "I too am from that land. I came away to learn how to deal with the world, and have since found my true calling. I have heard good things of your Order, though I haven't had a chance to visit Korvosa recently." "Well met, Vadim. I have been to the Lands of the Mammoth Lords, but not to your homeland. Perhaps the Society will see need of me there in the future."
Bree-Bran raises a brow as she looks from Avelina to her companion and back again, a grin gracing her attractive face. "My good sir, you did indeed make a most delightful pun. Your 'brothers' were, in fact, 'in arms'!" And, she leans back, letting out a roar of a laugh. Hands go to the back of the chair in front of her, to steady herself as she finally calms. Eventually, she brings out a purse to count out money for the round she had called for.
The Iomedean paladin smiles to Davina, and rises, straddling her chair. From a pouch at her belt, she pulls a well-worn pamphlet, its leather cover shiny in spots and the corners are dog-eared. "Much of what you need to know can be gleaned from Her, and this copy of the Acts may help you in times of need. There was one time that these very writings allowed us to defeat the demons directly." This she hands to the other younger paladin, and while standing, she reaches across to Avelina. She shakes the proffered hand with her own gauntleted one, and then holds a moment. "I know you wish to make your mark, Highness, but do learn what you can. The Pathfinders have for centuries been facing the evils of the world, and strive to teach the newer ones what they can. I have learned much of tools that I need. Sometimes the smallest enemy can be the deadliest." There's a muted clatter as she sits again, but at her throat shines what must be a swarmbane clasp, holding her warm-weather cloak in place. Then she nods with a smile to Ser Duncan. "Good to see you here. All who wish to make Golarian a better place are welcome. Those who follow Rhon's kind's Father are some of the most stalwart fighters I have met." She looks again to the bar, and then calls out in a voice to be heard on the battlefield. "Barkeep, a round for the House! We are celebrating good friends and companions today!"
A fairly tall woman of Chelish descent and bedecked with symbols of the Inheritor comes clanking into the room, and moves by the assembled table. What some might describe as a powerful blow slams down on Rhon's shoulder, but it is really just the palm of a gauntleted hand giving a greeting to a known comrade. "Hello, all, and by the Goddess' Blessed Acts, it is good to be back! Things are better in Old Sarkoris, Two less to aid the foulness of the demons; things are bad enough when just the might of the Abyss..." She turns, hawks and spits on the floor behind her. "Pardon, when just the horrid forces of the Wound are arrayed against us." She smiles to the senior Crusader under her hand. "Glad you made it back, Rhon. Hope your venture was as successful as mine. What's everyone drinking?" Her other armored hand goes up in a wave to the bar. Releasing the dwarf, she scoops up a chair, reverses it, and sits astride, with both greatswords swinging a little behind her. Her hard-bitten gaze goes over the others, quickly evaluating each, and pauses a moment at Avelina. "Highness, I hadn't expected to see you outside of Nerosyn. Greetings and well-met. Are your needs being met?" A steady gaze at the royal, steadfast and sincere, comes from the veteran of many battles of the World Wound.
"There's a Pathfinder in need? Quick, pick up the trail, or the demons that took him may be impossible to find. Perhaps they have a way back to Old Sarkorian? I can get a team to Nerosyan quickly, through the Tapestry now that it is returned." The overarmored woman nods with a reassuring firmness, and a hint of a smile. "If he's to be found, we shall do it, and have him back and safe, or by the Acts of the Inheritor, those who played foul will pay!" The statement is punctuated by steel-on-steel of one gauntlet striking the other.
"I am ever-ready to face the foul forces of the Abyss. My blades are sharp, and I am tasked by the Lady of Valor to oppose the sources of evil as best I can. I have worked to gain us allies near the Wound, folk who are used to dealing with the miasma and profaneness of the place. My magicks grow in power, and I expect the craven and vile beasts will learn to avoid me." Her grin becomes a little more feral at the prospect of facing the evil, otherworldly foes. "So, the answer to your question, Silver Crusader, is that yes, yes I am ready to see what we can accomplish! May the Society's contribution aid in the overwhelming success of the Fifth Crusade!" Suddenly, she looks around, a little abashed at her own outburst. "Forgive me. Long have I trained to fight those particular foes, and I grow excited at the prospect. Iomedae has allowed me to conquer any fears I have, so..." she smiles a much more demure look. "I am ready."
A young woman with features showing her as hailing from Cheliax marches into the hall, her heavy armor clanking with her movements. She surveys the scene with a smile, and gives a familiar nod to Rhon before crossing to the dwarf and clasping his arm firmly. She looks over the others present and nods in approval. "May the Inheritor's blessing shine on all of you, and welcome to all who would make the world a better place." Her tabard has the sunburst-and-longsword symbol of the aforementioned goddess. "I can't help but have heard mentioned a push against the Worldwound? I feel I am ready for it, and demon's beware. I know we got that tower operating again, and folks up there say it is a great weapon for our cause." She sighs a little, and moves to take a seat, adjusting both the greatswords on her back so she can fit on the bench. Her glance runs up and down Faraday, appraising the young man. "Midwivery is a noble calling, and healing those who cannot help themselves is quite blessed. I am sure you will find those who will aid you in your chosen tasks, and you can help guide pathfinders with you to righteous and good behavior. Some of them... us can be quite the handful, however. Watch your steps."
"I've never had an issue with alcohol and focusing the might of Iomedae." The returning paladin shrugs her massively armored shoulders as she spins a chair and straddles it, leaning on the back. "But as Rhon there shows, drinking is really for the return from battle, and not the preparations for it." Bree-Bran orders a round for the house, and adjusts the two greatswords on her back. "So, welcome. I've been to Across the Ocean, and met some good people there. Some of them not even mammals, as they are proud to say. Irori is a god of... improving one's self, I believe. So, anything you can do in that vein he might appreciate."
Bree-Bran looks over to the oracle and gives a smile with her nod. May the Everlight continue to see you on the right path. For me, I cannot do without weapons, like Inheritance here." She pats the adamantium of the paired greatswords on her back. "If it works for you, continue, I say. It may not make up for the life you took, but it is working in the right direction. The paladin stands to her full five-foot six and comes over to clap Nonnie on the shoulder. "Keep to the path the Dawnflower has for you, and I think the Inheritor would smile."
"I believe I have heard of theses 'snipes'. Ferocious beasts, very dangerous, but altogether natural to this world. They are not from the Abyss, nor from the pits of Hell. So, your plan to use potions to hide from animals seems to be a good, solid one." The paladin nods sagely, secure in her knowledge of other planes, and ignorant of much of her own.
Bree-Bran nods in agreement to Rhon. "I haven't met a priest who doesn't want to talk about his god, and at length. You probably could have just walked up and asked." Another rueful grin quickly passes over her face, followed by a brief chuckle. "I suppose it wouldn't be hard to get me talking about the Inheritor. I suppose I could go on at length, but it turns out it was important for me to do my studies. It was key to getting into that place in the Wound before the demons did." The chelish woman takes a tankard of the dwarven ale and downs it in a few noisy swallows. A glance to the mug, and then a raised brow to Rhon. "I see why your people have a name for brewmastery. Barkeep, another round, and then another after that. Even one for the prisoner there."
"Oh, and do you have a tale to tell, Feesh? Things here have been fairly quiet, but in Nerosyan this morning we found the results of another demon attack. Quick hit and out, with nothing to track." Bree-Bran frowns, and punches one gauntlet with the other. "A good story is just what I need. So much I can do, if I can just get to ..." She smiles a little ruefully and inclines her head. "This is your time. I'll be quiet, and listen, and don't you worry for a lack of drink."
A rather attractive woman of Chellish descent returns to the place. Her hair is cut shorter than women of the Inner Sea usually wear it, but what gets noticed most is her dark eyes flashing with purpose and drive. She wears a polished and worn suit of full plate armor as if she had forgotten she left the battlefield. "I do like Nerosyan, but it is good to be back here." She flashes a bright smile over the gathering and nods to the bartender. A wave goes to the stonelord, and to the songstress. A scritch to the chin for the upside down flyer, and a raised brow and appraising look to the younger paladin are followed by a ringing hand to Dolok's shoulder. "Looks to be a good crowd here. Everyone have what they want to drink? Good, good." The paired greatswords on Bree-Bran's back are deftly moved so no one is bumped as she crosses to a stool and slides on smoothly. She motions for a dark ale and takes a deep pull before turning back to those present.
"In these past months, I have seen much of the demonic forces, and the evil incarnate in their beings. Times are hard for those who oppose them, and we still must not exclude any who will fight for right and good." She offers a smile, one from a hardened warrior who has not seen much of the softer side of life. "Being part of the Society, I get to see many parts of the conflict, and many areas in which it rages. The quest for the Sky-Citadel has its purpose too, and I hope you can all aid in that cause."
Bree-Bran gives a nod of greeting to the young paladin and then shifts the pair of greatswords on her back so she can sit at the table. "Good to meet you, and welcome to Absalom. If you have any questions, I hope I can help. I have some experience with the Society and the world." The woman speaks as if she could project across a battlefield, but is keeping her voice in check, and her soft Chelish accent isn't pronounced. "I call myself Bree-Bran, and I follow the Inheritor. Hopefully you will have an easy time fitting in. Sometime those of our calling are not appreciated by the powers of the City. I think, though, that you will find the common folk will listen to what you have to say."
"As for myself," The heavily armored and overweaponed paladin steps forward. "I follow the Inheritor, and she makes it a little easy. Bree-Bran reaches into a pouch and pulls out a well-worn book. "In here is a list of Her Blessed Acts. These are examples of how to do right, and make Golarion a better place. I am no priestess to tend and guide the people, but I do seek to do Good. I have the strength, much as Dolok would say he does," She nods to the tall northerner, "To see justice done, and oppose those that would destroy and corrupt the world." The paladin pauses a moment, and flashes a dazzling smile. "Feesh, if I know about Desna, and priestesses, you might have a couple of missions here. First, you need to experience life. Travel, see and understand experience, but then, you need to guide folk to do the same. To enhance what is here, and make sure they live to the fullest. Golarion is a place to be seen, explored and treasured, are tasks for followers of 'The Song of the Spheres' " Then her countenance goes a little more grim. "But then, there is war. The demons threaten all that we have. If opposing the Enemy is in your travels, we can use all the help we can get. My sword-arm is strong, but it is not enough. Not alone."
The paladin's eyes close and her head nods in time with the lively toon, and as the verse leads to the chorus she picks up a glass. "I'm sorry, but I don't know the words. Is there someone here more a drinker than I am? Perhaps someone, a follower of the Hero, who does know?" She looks around the room hopefully.
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