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A voice pipes up from a dark corner. Venture Captain Raylos Chattra is nursing a drink in a ragged knight-captain's uniform, barely recognizable from his usually resplendent self. His eyes appear somewhat sunken and drained of color, and his shining eidolon is nowhere to be sren. "You think this little pageant of yours will even be allowed in any of the regimes where you want to make a difference? They'll gut you before letting you past their borders. The pup's right, making a difference takes blood and sweat. Art can make you money, certainly, but thinking you're going to change the world with it is just patting yourself on the back."

The dark-skinned half elf puts in an order for a pre-republic Andoren vintage and listens intently to the conversation.

"Pleased to meet everyone, I'm Raylos Chattra." Motioning to the coruscating avian eidolon beside him, "And this fine gentleman is Niratha. Now Miss Twillika, while the Society may harbor some real creeps, I don't see any among the gathering here today. Least of all a charming pair like yourself and your fine companion. I hope you haven't had as much trouble within the Society as you had in Lastwall. Absalom is a place where anyone can make their way, but if it's too cosmopolitan for you here then there's plenty of room in the countryside of Andoran as well."

A flash of light and smoke bursts just outside the door, and a moment later a half-elf strides in followed by a graceful avian figure. The man has a mixture of kyonin elf and vudrani features and wears eagle knight armor topped by a blue longcoat with the rank insignia of a Knight-Captain. He has a well-worn leather tricorn pulled low over his eyes.

The eidolon following him looks like an artist's rendition of the offspring of an avoral and a garuda cast in glittering rainbow-hued mithral. It scans the room with keen eyes and shifts the bastard sword strapped to its back between its shining wings.

The half-elf smiles at the assemblage. "Ah, glad I made it. What's everyone drinking?"

After doing some heavy undercovers work with Venture Captain Petulengro to support a team of Seekers from behind the scenes, the Decemvirate has seen fit to promote me to Venture Captain as well.

Half-Elf summoner 12
I'm in it for the travel, the adventure, and the business contacts.

But mostly I'm in it for the ladies.

The Prosperity boon allows up to a DC 50 for 300 gold.

After receiving that along with winning a Gen Con auction for a unique Druman Caravan stock certificate allowing the bearer to invest day job results for an eventual 300% return, I really started honing my negotiation skills on behalf of the caravan and towards the end of my standard career, I was hitting the DC 50 diplomacy checks as a matter of course.

Most of that is going towards the money spent on the stock certificate. It wasn't the wisest of investments.

Whoo-hoo! They're up!

EDIT: The Liberty's Edge logo looks like a golden dagger trying to cut open a blue bone.

Sword and wrench, combat engineers unite!

Raylos Chattra, Knight Captain of the Eagle Knights, reporting for special duties. It's all basically vacation at this point, right? Just show me to the ladies, we should get along just fine.

It took three tries, five blood points, and all the charges on a regular Persistent Spell Metamagic Rod, but the bloatmage managed to turn the final boss of The Elven Entanglement into a fluffy bunny rabbit. The rabbit managed to get off one last unholy blight before it got turned into a smear, but it was still a sadly ignoble death.

That's funny...I turned the same villain into the angriest duck in Kyonin. What a way to retire from the grunt pathfinder agent lifestyle!

I've been considering a Menacing amulet for my eidolon. He doesn't have too many problems hitting or doing damage on his own, but he has a huge threatened area so menacing could really help out the rest of the party.

Hey there, gorgeous. I've been noticing quite a few ladies who look remarkably like you (but never seem to be as ravishing) doing Pathfinder Society grunt work. They've got your sexy elven grace of the sort I wish I'd inherited and the penchant for stabbing, but given your stated feelings towards the society and the alarming lack of dungeon-sense that many of these ladies show I've come to the conclusion that they aren't really you. At least, not you in your right mind. They may even be dopplegangers. Are you concerned about this situation? I'd hate for them to ruin your good name, so how would you like me to proceed if I run into any more of them?

"So Shel's good, but not Seashell. Got it. Let's not be strangers here though, eh?"

"Web? I uh...yeah, that one never exactly came to me. I can coax a lot out of the planes and their deniz....delightful occupants," nodding to the Lyrakien and Niratha, who rolls his eyes, "but I've never conjured webs. I can see the use though, certainly. I'm not sure I'd call the crushing from the tentacles unwanted, per se. It's all situational."

Raylos nods at Revell's remarks and absentmindedly scratches at his left bicep with a look of mild discomfort at the mention of a brand. "I've got some bad feelings about those brands, brother. The brands, and worse."

"I'm rather fond of my Black Tentacles spell for keeping my foes occupied, but I'd like to find a way to tone down the...lethality of it, in light of the current discussion and a recent mission that ended with some strife. Such a spell might be ideal for the purposes we've been discussing."

"Oh, and I was born and raised in Absalom, Shel. Does Shel work? My father's Vudran, but I've never actually made it out that way. I mean to do so someday, though. Should be fun, and possibly even profitable if I can expand my business ventures. Connect with my roots, and expand my routes. Ha!"

"I do hope you're relieving any live ones of their weapons if you're leaving them behind you. Having some rope on hand to keep them occupied until you've secured the area doesn't hurt either. Or if they're the slaving type and you need 'em for later, sticking them in their own shackles until you can properly deal with them. It's got a ring of poetic justice to it."

Raylos leans forward and pours himself a double of Oldlaw.

"Don't get too conflicted over redeeming mooks who've attacked you though, sweetheart. Save 'em when you can, but if they've made that choice to try to hurt you, well, you've got an obligation to protect that pretty self of yours. There are much tougher choices out there that you're likely to run into. What do you do when the bad guys are sending their slaves to attack you?" He quirks an eyebrow as he asks the question, fielding it to all those present.

"Welcome to the party, Red. I figure it depends on the enemy, what you do with them. Common pirates, bandits? Sure, give 'em a lecture, make sure they're not gonna be a continuing threat, maybe even see if they're interested in some work helping the cause. Undead and monsters, like clerics of Asmodeus, right? That's a whole different story. They're not likely to come around to our way of thinking. Better to remove that threat, unless you've got a really good reason not to."

"Sure, just try to avoid the Chelish operas, hey?" Raylos shoots Sheliantha a wink and turns to Cuorocielo. "And I know Niratha here'd love to have someone around here to talk to about Elysium. He does yammer on about it-"
His eidolon interjects, "Although it'd be nice if you'd bother learning us the language, Raylos"
"-but I'm sure we could find a few things to talk about too, miss. We could start with all those tattoos. But time enough for that later; we do have business to discuss here."

"I've certainly run with some bad seeds during my time with the Society. The worst have mostly been from Cheliax, but not all of 'em. A lot of them seem to have forgotten the Cooperate part of our oath, but it's something we can't forget with them. You've got to be better than them. I don't mean be a good two shoes, either. Be faster, be stronger, be smarter. And be flexible. Our freedom gives us the opportunities we need to do that."

"Doing your part is all we can ask of anyone, and I agree there'll always be a need to have skilled agents working in the shadows. Our enemies won't always be in the open after all. I prefer to attempt a peaceable solution myself before the swords come out, but tyrants and slavers can be awfully intractable sometimes. It's imperative that we be able to turn their inevitable dirty tricks around on them."

Raylos tips his hat to the girl. "Now, I can't speak for your magic, miss, but your music's making this a better place already." He nods to the Lyrakien. "And likewise to you, milady. I don't believe we've been introduced. Raylos Chattra, ladies, at your most humble service."

"Damn right it's a good thing. At least I hope it is, or I'm in for a world of hurt once death finally sticks to me. And not just ghosts either...shadows, wraiths, all of 'em. Especially the ones that'll turn you into one of 'em and drag you into their own special version of hell. As far as other ways to get rid of them, I saw a cleric cleanse a haunted shrine once with his holy power. I suppose that's probably an option for those with an overabundance of faith. For the rest of us though...if you hit them hard enough with the right sort of weapon, they'll go down just like anything else."

"Now, those tombs and catacombs always do end up housing some fascinating artifacts. All sorts of tunnels that lead down into the Darklands too, and THOSE denizens can be even worse than the Katapeshi when it comes to slaving. So how about you, Corporal? What brings you to the cause of freedom? You look about as native to Andoran as I am."

A half elf of obvious Vudrani heritage pipes up from a small group over in to one side of the room, flashing the newcomer a grin. His long blue parade coat is very well worn and sits draped over his shoulders, appearing to be casual but subtly showing off his Captain's epaulettes. A blue tricorn is pulled low over his forehead and his mouth is framed by an intricate goatee.

Sheliantha is a spectacularly tattooed young Varisian woman.

I may be but a new Lance-Corporal, and definitely not in the Golden Legion, but I try to work on the Cause. One thing I have noticed, is that many in ancient or even just old tombs have been imprisoned there, and probably unjustly, in the slavery that is undeath. Should not these people be freed to go on into the proper afterlife for them?

"You've got the right of it, gorgeous. The stinky ones have it bad, certainly, but the worst are the ones who don't even have a body left to them. Being anchored to this realm by nothing but your tortured soul...I've died, and let me tell you, it isn't pretty. I can't blame 'em for hating the living. So my associate Niratha here and I take special care to unfetter those ones when we see 'em. We owe it to them, don't we, pal?"

Gentlemen, Comrades, and you many gorgeous Ladies, certainly Major Maldris has had a few indiscretions, as I'm sure we all have. I'll agree that sending us out to clean up his personal messes isn't putting the best face out there for our great nation. I'm concerned, though, that there seem to be so many agents running around -good agents, my countrymen, both natives and fellow adopted Andorens- who are running around not even getting the NAME of the proud country of Andoran right! Is this a foul plot? Is it treachery? Best not to jump to conclusions, I suppose. I should hope that it merely signifies a rash of enthusiastic new blood taking up our noble cause.

In for Seoni in a wedding dress!

Well, I think this'll do nicely as my crowning moment of glory. I hope you have your affairs in order, Krune. You've certainly had enough time to prepare them.

Hey Mike, congrats!