Vayu Dhatri's page

Colson dammit. Course am gon'ta stand wit ye. We all make our mistakes: burn a few villages near Andoran, join in with ol' Darsielle du Moire, etc. It's how wez own up to dem that makes a man. Or one offem watzamacallits...wimmen? Pesky brain-box not good innit.

And I yam purdy anxious fer stabbin' to boot. Heh, boot. Watta way to stab! *idly wiggles his blade boot*

Ah've been flying fer a year naw and can't make it stahp. Blithed godsdammit Vudrani bloodlines, ah say. Should ah meet one of me ancestahs, meanin' whozzitever Dhatri went and boink'd a genie, on these dangit time trips us been havin', well, dunno what ah'd do. Rob'em blind, ah guess?

[Wings of Air - serving your avionic needs wherever, whenever]

PS. Damn is that temple combat encounter cool or what? Gonna have a field day with my Wings of Air slayer.(this character)

Nefreet wrote:

I had probably half a dozen PCs that switched because of conflicting differences.

Its still beer,bawds and beheading slavers, same as it always was.

Bah, it's better nowadays. No need fer Council infighting or looking for whores for Maldris. What a way to serve liberty that was!

Please do not use our profession's name as a slur, it only further perpetuates stereotypes and stigmatizes our company, clan, and kin. We are not wanton, uncouth, bloodthirsty brutes who kill ruthlessly and loot the bodies. The Golarion Union of Murderhoboes for the Betterment of Others will not sit and idly take this slander. Failure to cease and desist this defamation will likely end with us dragging you through the streets of Galt while strapped to the underside of a horse drawn buggy, robbed of all material wealth as a reparation for the harm done to our noble and virtuous reputation.

Yours,
~Jaspar "Shank Him Louis" Kahrdboordebachs~
your local GUMBO representative

By Besmara, what's the fee? What benefits do we get for joining? Can I bring my basilisk to the soiree?

I never knew we got rep, all official-like!

1. Why are you a Pathfinder?

Been a year or two, rummaging the brainbox a bit...ah, yes. Three years ago one Seeker, capitano Cantige, killed my former employer, Alba Ironbelly, in a captains' duel. Us crewmembers, we got a choice: Join or learn Aquan. I got pretty...familiar with mr Cantige and he field-commissioned me.

2. Do you have a name and surname that is not ripped straight out of existing Earth mythology or popular culture?

I'm named for the late lord Arkona. Didn't feel too glorious the way he ended up, so picked this name from a Vudran weapons merchant moonlighting in Riddleport. Told me it was Iroran. As for Dhatri, go to Korvosa and ask for a Dhatri and they'll ask you if you want a Midland or Dockside one. Big family.

3. Which nation did you grow up in? How did this nation influence you?

Born in Korvosa. Spent some time in Veldraine and Riddleport. Korvosa was cutthroat. That's the best word for it. Stiffled by bureocracy too. Guess only the former rubbed in.

4. What do you look like? What are your wearing? How does this vary when you’re stalking through forests, sewers, deserts or in glittering cities?

Yeah yeah, the hair's not practical, but wearing it long makes the skin look midnite shade. It's a show, you know. You should see the getup I sport to make up for it. Mithral, Kassen oak and hippogryph mane. Trust me, pay up. There's no crying about armor expenses. Beyond the call though, wear short, wear it tight. Let them see the sights. Easier to run in it too. I like wool myself. If you need to go undercover, wet wool makes you all but invisible in the crowd.

5. What do you love? (Treasure and experience doesn’t count)

Why? I'm in this for them. The glitter from sunken ruins and the vista from on top of a monkey tree. Less of that these days, sad to say. For a year, I've faced next to naught but urban combat. Yestermonth, while cutting down a scorpion the size of a coopershop in a sewer, I felt like a darn smuggler. Or a vermin hunter. Yes, treasure, experience and variety.

6. What do you hate? (Unclear and irritating darkness level rules don’t count)

Chels are not so bad out of their native environs. Met a Henderthane in Almas a few months ago. Decent folk. But imperialists are scum. Slavers are worse than scum. Devils top that list. Besides that damned trinity, I detest the mountains. Cold aches, stale food and massive predators.

7. Which other Pathfinders (PCs) do you rely on for teamwork, survival and butt-kicking? Do you have a bro? a mentor? a father figure? maybe a rival?

Ah, my captain. Vile, fierce captain. Taught me next to nothing, but showed me what an agent could achieve, given time.

On the field, I trust Ronit the fearful and Isfahan the feared!

8. How does your race influence your views? Are you a stereotype of a certain race? How are you different from most humans/elves/gnomes/orcs/tengu?

"Fart elves". Imagine. I was called one once. Windy, frail skulks who trail other races like a bad smell. Make no mistake, that description fits many of us. I've often wondered whose get my blood is. Some residue of a belker's clawed rending. Maybe a bound invisible stalker? Djinni have magical abilities, so fie on that. I'm always the first to bloody my hands anyway.

9. What are you afraid of? Do you have any phobias or worries?

Freezing to death. I've seen what ice magic can do and its popularity worries me. May I never touch Irriseni soil.

10. What is your most treasured possession?

See this board of wood? See the leatherwork? It's from a small town called Kassen. Yes, grave goods, but given, not taken. This shield is death memento. Not everyone survives the path. Then there's the skullcap. I had it made by a dwarf carver from a leucrotta. Pesky crapstain almost ended us in the Jalmerani veldt.

Got a wand of greater invisibility, just in case sumbody's a smidgen squemish.

Eh, makes me slice plenty good to boot. Aid's aid.

Eh, coulda been better. Dat feller pictur'd up there wearing a poxy crab on his armor hit preddy damn hard. Nice monks tho', 'ey was plenty nice. Y'see, been a long time since we last ventur'd to a monastery and it WASSINT godsdammit lethal. I wish 'ey wrote THAT in the chronicles and not sum ancient jumbo. Like 'ere: "Here lies Tar Kuata. What a nice place!" The hulking sylph returns to his pile of maps, topmost of them an intricate spread of western Cheliax finished in ruddy golden ink, quickly notices the snapped pencil still in his fist and adds it to a small heap of just as broken ones while swearing profoundly. Alas, poor murderhobo.