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The streets of the Augustana's Shipyard district swelter in the sultry heat of summer, and all around you the industry of the Shipyards rumble. As you climb the hill, you can see not only the largest shipyard in the inner sea, but also beyond it to the deep blue waters and tall ships of the Great Salt Harbor.
Up ahead is your destination, the Brine Shark Bistro. Not only is this restaurant famous for its crabcakes, but it's where you expect to get your mission briefing from Venture-Captain Brackett.
Feel free to introduce your characters as the slides and macros are being set up.
Brother Nyoka, Sir Iomedar
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Brother Nyoka bows gently their face obscured by an iron mask, and their body by a white cloak with silver and blue inlays. A small porcelain mask hangs from an iron chain around their neck.
"I am Sir Nyoka Iomadar, holder of the rank of Knight of Lastwall and Acolyte of the First Step of Razmir, the Living God."
The mask remains static but a smile almost radiates from behind it "Among friends here though please just call me Brother Nyoka, Sir Iomedar is far too formal."
Malark Evenwood
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A Varisian man enters the room playing his flute. He is too focused on the tune he is playing, that he doesn't notice the other pathfinders. Later on, he plays an off-key note, and he snaps out of his trance. "Oh! Apologies! I have been figuring out a good finisher for a new song I'm working on, but I can't seem to get it right. I am Malark. Malark Evenwood! A pleasure to meet you all!"
Glorne Varsson
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Standing 6'2", 200# is a Ulfen male. Wearing leather armor and a dark green cloak, his weathered face searches around the room. "I am called Glorne Varsson. Scrimshaw Carver and master of water and cold. It pleases me to be with you here today." Glorne says in a slightly raspy voice.
Herkemer Halfshanks
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"Such distinguished company!" says Herkemer listening to the others. 'I am Herkemer, or Herk for short. Not a master of anything much. Have a knack for locks and mechanical things, and for being in the right place at the right time. Crabcakes though! Can't go wrong with that..."
Faethor Silverbrow
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The next pathfinder to enter is an average looking human, other than his long metallic silver hair. He wears the robes of a priest and has the holy symbol of Apsu hanging from his neck.
He takes a deep breath through his nose as he enters, "Don't you just love that sea air? My name's Faethor, some call me Silverbrow for obvious reasons."