Steel Arrow's page

Question One, go to your My Pathfinder Society page, where it has your characters listed. Click the EDIT button to the right of the character you want to change factions. You can then change your faction.

I was not able to change my faction there. When Rivalry's end was posted, and my change of faction came through, it changed without me doing anything. So, I believe it is tied to the reporting of your chronicles.

What about us ex-Shadow Lodge who weren't able to attend GenCon? What is in that boon, anyways?

"There's a thing on the steppe, called koumiss. Might be a bit more to your taste, Taldorian. Lot less sugar than the milk a mare gives, and won't rot your teeth.

The northern man hawks and spits off to the side, and looks around the room once again.

"That's my job, been my job from the beginning." The northern man speaks up in a gravelly voice. "My team gets the job done, and I shoot whatever comes after 'em. Dunno if that's how it is on the streets, but Anna, you make it sound like it is."

The northern man, of unassuming proportions and a quiver on his back shrugs with a rueful smile.

"Heh." And then the smile grows to a grin. "Whatever floats your boat, as they say here on the island. I ain't no magician, as you well know, but my arrows are gonna take down plenty of them demons.

He hawks to clear his throat and then spits off to the side. "I ain't no conspirator, either, but I can keep my mouth shut. You just be better than Old Torchy, and we'll get along just fine."

"Well," Says the lean northerner, "Guess she's feeling a mite 'trayed over this. Cain't say as I blame her. Change ain't good for a lot of things." He shrugs his wide shoulders and looks around.

He regards the paladin, and shrugs another time. "I've met Smart People. I ain't one. What -I- am is dangerous, if my bow is out." He looks after the gunslinger again. "I wonder what Ol' Torchy got into this time that got her so upset. Guess I'll be finding out."

The hard-bitten man, almost a barbarian himself, shrugs once again. "I ain't pretty, and ain't ever gonna be. 'Sok, though, since ghosts and goblins and giants don't get to see much of me, other than an arrowpoint, of course."

He turns back to the bubbly beauty. "Whatcha drinkin'? I can spot a glass or a pitcher, or even a pony-keg if ya like."

Steel Arrow saunters over to the doorway. "Doorman, she got a Wayfinder?" The look is expectant, and almost predatory, causing the bouncer to blanch a bit.

"Yeah, so let her in. I'll be responsible." He gives a nod to the newcomer. "Call me Steel Arrow. You are a Pathfinder, you are welcome here, though, I must say, yer lookin' good for 70..."

The archer shrugs another time. "I guess I'm trying to find out what I want. I figger the Society is a good way to find out a lot about a lot of things, even if I'm not Smart People. People tend to like being kept safe."

Ah, forgive me, Master Arrow. I meant the National factions seem self-interested. It is the Crusade aspect of the Silver Flame that has me hesitant... Fung laughs a bit and continues with a smirk, I would take to the Silver Crusade fairly well, I think, except that it seems too extreme. I believe that the goal of life is happiness, and I cannot see myself beating Evil into happiness.

"Nuthin' to forgive. Folks want to get the upper hand sometimes. Andoran seems to want everyone free, which might be a good thing," The archer shrugs. "I'm out for protectin' me and mine. I'm looking at the Grand Lodge, since Ol' Torchy seems to think better of them now. I guess I ain't got a whole lotta direction in my life. Might be lookin' for a cause, or a goal." He looks over the gathering again, taking in the various people. Eyes linger on the women, but not long enough to be rude.

He smirks back to the paladin. "If'n ya don't like a nickname, ya gots to do something to earn another one. It just sounds like your name, a little. Don't go thinkin' my mudder and fadder called me Steel Arrow when I was a kid. That came after, when I could put down a beast at range, even something big and mad."

He looks over to Fung Xi. "Self interested? I really think that ain't the Silver Crusade. Naw, they want to help people all the time, even people they don't know. I think they are too much the opposite of self-interested, leastwise, for me."

Steel Arrow hawks, and then looks for a place, and realizing, swallows rather than spits. He shrugs as he looks back to the others.

"Silver Crusade seems good and all, but that's fer people who want to help others all the time. I mean, I'm all for keeping my team safe and making sure the enemy dies, but I don't need to waste my time on hurtin' guys don't need hurtin' or playing all nice with everyone else."

He shrugs to the Mistress of Strings, and downs the whiskey in a few swallows. There's a belch, not too resounding, and he wipes at his mouth with the back of a hand.

"Dunno who I'll work for. Thought I was doing the best tryin' to make sure agents weren't... spent by the Society on the treasure hunts we get sent out to do. Mebbe I'll just find out who pays the best." The lean northerner shrugs again, and looks over the newcomers.

To Fung Xi he comments. "Just guessin' here, but I bet Ol' Torchy has made some amends with the Council. I might learn who to go with when that gets all settled. Meantime, I'll go out and protect the teams I'm on, as I usually do."

He looks Sichelgaita up and down. "So you're Sea-Shell. Heard 'bout you a while back. Heard your blade can take down any slaver, anywheres."

The hard-bitten, lightly-armored, kellish man with a case across his back looks to the quiet performer. He wipes a wrist across his mouth before speaking.

"Yer pretty good at that thing, there. Bet you were in the lantern lodge. Heard they were shutting down, just like Ol' Torchy is, least-wise here in the Society. I ain't got a clue who I'm gonna work for now. Still get missions from the VC's, I'm sure. Guess I'm gonna have to wait and see what's comin' up." He looks over the hall, and then to a sideboard. He comes back and presents the Mistress of the Strings with a waterglass half full of whiskey, but waits while she finishes her song.

OOC: Yeah, no social graces here...

Sorry, you'll find things quiet around here.

The tall and strong, yet lithe archer hawks, turns his head, and spits.

Mebbe I can help ya some. Got questions, problems, complaints?

(Steel Arrow is a new name of course. He's Kellid, from the north. His body has been shaped by years of drawing a bow, and he lacks a certain ... amount of social grace.)

"Ya know, I ain't much for infiltratin', and most times folk know when I'm lyin' to 'em. But, when it does come time for puttin' the enemies down, my bow is sure ready."

The northern man who looks of Kellish descent, and who has a bow as thick as his arm shrugs. "I'll do what I can, of course."