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So the Decemvirate and our Venture Captains pissed me off by sending me around the world to save hapless Pathfinders that they mistakenly sent in the first place, only to insult me in the process?
I finally have enough of that, join the Shadow Lodge to do what needs to be done, only to find out they are more interested in training goblins and are even LESS competent than Hestram was. Then the wise and all-knowing Torch decides to go an make nice with the Society. WTH?
I said screw that and went with an organization that actually had some bite to its bark, the Aspis Consortium. Well I was glad, until they sent me into that stupid magical curtain (or whatever the hell it was) to go talk with some ratfolk. Ratfolk! That's almost as bad as goblins.
"Here Lialda, go an protect our 'finest' agents as they journey to the center of Round Mountain." Whatever. Piece of cake. Just another walk in the (under)park... until those stupid <redacted> dropped 10 tons of rock on my head. Now I'm all dead and stuff. What a waste that was. Maybe somebody will find my body and use my stuff to kill something cool. At least that would make my life and death have some meaning.
Anyway, I say down with them all! Screw the factions! Nothing but a bunch of egomaniacs with Aroden complexes. Get the lobbyists out of Absalom and maybe the Decemvirate can focus on getting some real work done!
*goes back to her emo afterlife*