I also assume the culture modifiers replace the normal human modifiers from pathfinder.
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Is there a common tongue and if not, is there a language we all should take?
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Cool, talk about being online at the right time. I'm excited about the campaign. This afternoon/tonight I'll start to crunch out the character sheet in greater detail.
Melisanya motioned to the waitress to bring another round of drinks to the table. Reaching behind her she restored her hood, waited until the others had taken their seats before responding to Shiloh's question. She set down her wine glass and as was the custom of her people, she displayed her hands, devoid of any obvious threat. "Welcome, my name is Melisanya. I am a stranger to you fine city but from what I've heard, your cause is just and I feel compelled to offer you what little aid I may. I know next to nothing of this "Glorious Reformation" but I do know quite a bit of treason and rebellion." "First I would warn you that you will always be outnumbered. For every traitor that carries a sword there are a dozen who either share his ideals or at least has sympathy for them. The harder you seek those, the greater their numbers grow." "I point this out neither to dissuade you nor to put you in conflict with the Inquisition but rather so you are aware that your foes may have allies near. Not allies who will come at you directly but rather those who will watch and listen, whispering in the dark." Her voice softens as she leans forward. "It is the righteous cause that must show the greatest discretion for the shadows are the home of our foes."
Melinsanya , paused at the door of the Burning Heretic and looked to the sky. Beyond the gathering clouds a thousand points of light stared back, watching from beyond the void. The surface is so strange she thought. Stars, endless skies, wind, rain and the described but to date unexperienced snow. She still didn't know ow she felt about it, water that is frozen but soft, falling from the sky and covering everything is a blanket of white. Like volcanic ash she wondered. She smiled at the overly dramatically painted sign above the door. Red flames encased the screaming figure as a hooded inquisitor stood by in judgement. A simple work but a pleasing image. Then she glanced about the street making sure she hadn't been followed. That was good, she wouldn't put it beyond that.... that woman. She shouldn't have been surprised but somehow she didn't see it coming. Luckily it was more a matter of insults and presumption rather than threats. Yesterday she had seen The Rise of Rylinor at the Blackfire Theater. The production was low end but the performance was solid. Afterwards she had sought out the prima donna, expressed her admiration and asked how best she might pursue a career in the Cheliaxian opera. Madame Bonnisard had explained that if she had talent to match her looks, she should be able to balance out her being an outsider with the fact that she was exotic. She further suggested that Melisanya could approach some of the traveling companies or perhaps look to perform in a inn as many of the more expensive ones hired singers to entertain their patrons. When Melisanya received these suggestions with less than great enthusiasm the diva had advised that perhaps she might be best served by getting an agent. She smiled and told her to ask the stage manager for directions to Lady Vyncara Bleth. Grinning, she laughed and said she was sure that Lady Bleth would be able to find her employment. And like a fool, she believed her. It seemed that she was going to have to quickly learn to recognize the spiders and serpents that slithered on the surface. So she had gone and met with Lady Bleth. In short order she had realized that Lady Bleth wasn't an agent, she was a procurer, a Madame. The Lady had casually explained that Melisanya's exotic beauty would indeed make her highly desirable, famous and rich. After that she could buy her own theater and perform as much as she wanted. A rich patron could might speed up this process. Melisanya was appalled that she had been played for such a fool. Then much to her amazement Lady Bleth had suggested that she would have to "assess" the drow's skills and determine is she need training. Training! The thought of it was ridiculous. The mere suggestion was almost enough to warrant the madams death. To think that she, in whom the blood of House Misraria ran would do such a thing. It was repugnant! Unthinkable. While she may be hiding in exile on the surface and forced to live amongst humans, she had standards. She would rather die than denigrate herself so. Just the thought of it still made her stomach turn in revulsion. She would never lie with someone so aged, so wrinkled. It took every ounce of self control she had to wordlessly rise and leave. No doubt Lady Bleth was laughing, maybe she and Madam Bonnisard know each other and were even now sharing the story. Vengeance would be hers. She wasn't sure when, she wasn't sure how but she would, no, she must make sure that the story became a lesson for all of her enemies. Grinning she stepped up and entered the inn. ******************************************
While he was taking a break and sharing some news, he garnered the attention of a very strange looking tiefling. In short order an overly loud, overly public discussion of how to seek out traitors and put them to the sword insued. She listened with keen interest, not because she knew or cared much about the local politics but because she needed to build a web of her own of contacts and allies. Why supporter of House Thune? At this point it would be foolish to ally herself with a rebellion in an environment where she didn’t know who was who and what was what. She finally looked up as the Tiefling seemed to raising a squad to her cause. She wasn’t sure of the events she referenced but she her curiosity was peaked. Slowly sliding back the hood she had been wearing to reveal her features she raised her voice just enough to reach the the tiefling’s ear. “M’Lady, might I suggest that you and your cause would be better served by if sat at a table and didn’t compose your plans before all and sundry. Can I offer you and your new friends a glass of this passably sweet red and a place to sit?"
I'm feeling bold so here we go. One Drowic Bard. I'll put her together tonight.
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