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*A man bedecked in full Hellknight plate strides in, right hand resting lightly on the hilt of his winged hilt cold iron sword,left hand hanging loosely by a flintlock pistol embellished in devils and angels. His heavy armor masks his features, but a stray strand of metallic blue hair that falls from his helm betrays his divine heritage. He strolls into the center of the assembly, turns to the captain, and snaps a crisp, formal Chellish salute.*

"Marek Delfansia, Hellknight of the Scourge reporting for duty! We shall see to it that the Society reclaims what is rightfully theirs! We shall bring justice to the lawless reaches of Golarion, the Shackles inclusive!"

"You must be the one known as Nbarg the Wise. From what I see, you have earned that moniker. You carry yourself appropriately for your station. Your diligence and devotion shall see you rewarded justly."

*Marek takes a yellowcap, holding it delicately between two armored fingers*

"A place for everything, and everything in its place. We act as a hellspawn forged in the great Burning Legions of Phlegethon; your type as bone and mine as muscle. The muscles cannot act without bone to support them, each lives only by the grace of the heart, and acts only when compelled by the brain. Through our structure and mutual support we form a perfect being, capable of great feats. Thus is the nation of Cheliax."

*He turns the yellowcap, examining it closely*

"There are those who would rebel against this union, those who would act against the natural way. These are the cancers of society; the diseases that would only infect us and propigate their malady. Should we find them, it is our duty to the greater whole to remove them, lest they spread their infection."

*Marek claws a small portion of the yellowcap out, discarding it before consuming the mushroom.*

*An armor clad Hellknight walks in, armed with sword, flail, and pistol. Removing his helment, his steel blue hair falls about his shoulders; his aasimar heritage is apparent.*
*Snapping to a formal salute*

"Marek Delfansia, Armiger to the Scourge, reporting in! Where the Scourge commands, my blow shall fall! What is your bidding, fellow servants of Cheliax?"