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"I have just received word that the Decemvirate has finally given me the go ahead to explore and report on what remains of the once great Sky Citadel of Jormurdun. I leave on the 'morrow to make the journey. I can only hope that perhaps I will find some of my kin yet remain within its walls."
Rhon gestures to the barkeep that he is buying a round for the house.
"Friends, please have a drink on me to celebrate this grand occasion. Tonight we celebrate for tomorrow we may yet die."
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"Best of luck to you. I can accompany you as far as Nerosyan, but I have business much closer to the Inner Sea."
Then the paladin shoots a glance over to the side. "A duck? Sir, I have only ever seen normal-sized ducks, and my vambrace weighs as much. If there are giants of the type, then perhaps I do weigh the same. But what is the import of that?"
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Rhon strides through the door of hall of the Silver Crusade with a look of pure joy and contentment visible upon his countenance.
"My friends, I bring you glad tidings from Jormundon. We have successfully reclaimed the once long lost sky citadel." Rhon pauses a moment appearing to think momentarily upon such a grand accomplishment. "I am buying a round for the house in celebration of my successful trip to Jormundon and then another round for my friends here to celebrate being honored by the Ten."
Rhon quickly moves to a nearby table, divests himself of his gear, and sits. "Friends, the Decemvirate has seen me fit to receive the honorific of Seeker within the Pathfinder Society. I can only hope that with this new recognition that I might be able to better persuade the Ten and our fellows among the Society to do more good in this world." With that said Rhon digs into the meal and ale that where placed before him while he spoke.
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"Congratulations!" Bree-Bran rises and moves to the Dwarven Seeker and gives him a resounding pat on the shoulder.
Her smile is generously wide, and her eyes shine. "It must feel wonderful to reclaim some of your ancient heritage from the vile evil that inhabited it. And also, the knowledge to be learned of your kin!"
For her own drink of the round, she takes some of the stout brew kept on hand for dwarves, the stuff that the staff warns other races about. (They almost require waivers from those stupid brave enough to try it).
"Come all, and join the new Seeker in his celebration! We have a veritable legend, right here in our midst!"
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Rhon looks up and smiles as Bree-Bran's hand lands on his shoulder. "Thank you my friend. Your company on the trip there was most appreciated. The knowledge gleaned from Jormundon was most valuable but barely scratches the surface of what knowledge yet remains within."
Rhon glances at the mug of stout dwarven ale, grins, and downs a hearty portion of his own mug of ale. Rhon then stands to greet anyone that comes over following Bree-Bran's call.
"It is a fine thing to have such good friends to celebrate life's accomplishments with."
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Avelina draws her sword, a cold iron blade in the image of her goddess's holy symbol, and she holds it aloft in salute. "I, as scion of the House of Galfrey, honor your deeds in the name of Honor and Justice within the Worldwound, Brave Dwarf!" Catching her reflection, she adjusts her stance so the light illuminates her better.
"If you would kneel, Silver Crusader Rhon Delver, I--by my authority as a Chosen Servant of the Inheritor--will gladly bestow upon you this most magnanimously given honor." She lowers her head to look at Rhon for the first time since she started talking. She pauses for a moment, the mimes the dubbing motion with her sword off to the side, glancing back and forth at the dwarf's shoulders and her sword. "Or remain standing. It works either way."
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"If you don't mind I will remain standing. I only kneel before Torag and the rightful rulers of my people." Rhon takes a glace at the sword and then at Avelina before double checking to make sure his armor will provide the needed protection to his neck.
Rhon gestures to the white Ascendance Day cloak that is wrapped around the top of his shield. "The honor is most welcome for without some help from Iomedae I would not have made it through Jormurduns' halls."
Rhon then moves to stand before Avelina of Mendev to receive the honor she has offered to bestow.
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Avelina clears her throat. "In the name of the Inheritor, her Herald, and Aroden, I--Knight-Duchess Avelina Theodosia Iomedae Rydell Cecilia Galfrey and all of her accompanying titles--confer upon you the rank of Knight." She taps each of Rhon's shoulders with her longsword.
"From this day forth, you shall have the rights to claim the name 'Sir Rhon Delver of Jormundun.' When our crusade reclaims those lands from the demonic obscenities that surround it, the Holy See of the Inheritor will recognize your rights to your ancestral lands, should you desire to claim them."
She holds her sword in front of her, the hilt in front of her face, in a salute. After a moment of silence, she sheathes the sword with a flourish. She produces a Mendevian Commendation and places it upon Rhon's armor.
"I will have a notary send over the paperwork later. If you are not interested in claiming land in Jormundun and would rather transfer your claim to another, just put that person's name down on page 37, around the middle of the page."
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Rhon quickly suppresses a smirk at Avelina's last comment, snaps to attention, and returns her salute by placing his gauntleted right fist over his heart. "I thank you for the honor your grace but must decline the offer of claim for it is not just mine to make. It is a rightful home of all dwarves and is therefore no one persons right to claim or to be given away as such. When the Worldwound is truly liberated of the evil that scars it then the dwarves will once again be able to lay claim to their history and home."
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Avelina nods as she pats Rhon the shoulder. "Of course, Darling. Just write 'all dwarves' on page 37, then. Though I am loathe to admit it, few in the Crusade even remotely approach my level of righteousness and moral purity, and there are even a number of scoundrels in our ranks! There are even some that may try to claim your lands by right of conquest when they are retaken. Now, by the laws of man, Goddess and dwarf, your people shall be uncontested by such rapscallions!" She draws her sword and points it up in a triumphant pose, her head raised, as if a painter was just out-of-sight with an easle and canvas. After a few moments, she appears to remember no such person is here.
She smiles proudly. "You might want to start telling your friends and family to pack. Auntie tells me the Fifth Crusade is just cruising along with barely any resistance, as a matter-of-fact. Something about 'mythic heroes are overpowered' or what-not." She draws the sign of the Iomedae cross with her left hand and closes her eyes as if praying, her right hand on her heart. "Of course, with righteousness of the Glorious Inheritor on our side, there was never any question that this would be the outcome."
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A young woman stumbles through the door. some of you may recognize her, although she recognizes few of you. spotting one she does recognize she hurries over to Bree-Bran and scribbles quickly, but neatly, on a page of a rough-looking wizards notebook. she appears to finish, then tears the page out and hands it to Bree-Bran
I have the most amazing story to tell! I was quite neatly shanghai'd onto a pirate ship! oh, I'm sorry, a Privateer's vessel. (silly andorans and their sense of pride...) we sailed all throughout the inner sea! it seems as though I've been gone almost a year! what have I missed? is there anyone setting out soon that needs help? it seems as though its been FOREVER since I've healed anyone.
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"Welcome back, Selena. It has been some time since you were last here." She looks the oracle over as if expecting something to be held in the woman's hands, but then shrugs just a little. She takes the missive and reads.
"That sounds like quite the adventure! I see you are hale and whole, and given that, I expect your companions are as well." A little less loudly, she adds, "You know, you don't have to tear the pages; just turn the book around."
The thinks a moment looking up and off. "If I recall, I had just returned from the Worldwound, when last we spoke. We did visit the Lost Sky Citadel, Jormundun, and cleared the demon filth from the place. We recovered the Sky Key there... Well, the main part of it. Pathfinders everywhere are looking for the remaining parts. All over Avistan and Garund."
She smiles brightly, and offers a seat, and signals for some food and drink. "I'm just back from Tian-Xia, myself. From a place full of Krakens. Fortunately, we were successful, and the Way of the Kirin has been helped."
"The only thing I can suggest for you, though, is to check in with Venture-Captain Valsin, and get yourself back on the duty rosters. I'm sure Venture-Captain Dreng will be waking you soon enough."
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*scribble scribble scribble*
oh, i tried that for awhile, but people kept grabbing my hands or the book from me to get it to where they could read it properly... its much easier (and often cleaner.........) to just tear the page out. besides i have plenty
the clouded-eyed young lady reaches into her handy haversack and withdraws a handful of different sized notebooks and another handful of differently colored wax and charcoal pieces.
*on a second sheet of paper*
actually on second thought i think i shall pass the night here, then return to my uncle in the countryside... he should be happy to know i'm doing well
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A tall slender elf woman walks in the door. She is 6'5" tall with long flowing black hair that is kept in a lose ponytail. Her eyes are a deep said of violet and she is dressed in a dark green tunic with a master works breast plate over it, black leather boots, brown leather paints, a belt holding two pouches, a quiver of arrows and an elven curved blade on it and a dark brown hooded clock on. She as a composite longbow in one hand and a scroll in the other. She sets down her backpack full of supplies and gear just in side the door as she looks around for the head of the faction. Hi I am Aerel Caladerl I have a scroll of Introduction for the Lady Ophelia from my uncle. It is nice to meet you all. I hope to work with you all at some point in serving the light.
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Rhon rises from his seat at a table near the entrance while making a soothing motion towards a large earth elemental that is partially settled into the floor by the table. He makes his way to Aerel and extends his hand in greeting. "Greetings Aerel. I am Rhon. It is a pleasure to meet you. How might I assist you this day?"
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"Follow me. I will take you to see Ollysta Zadrian, who currently heads the Silver Crusade. You will be able to present your letters of credence to her." Rhon leaves the main hall and leads Aerel through a series of corridors to Zadrian' office. "If you have any further questions or are in need of any assistance you may find me in the main hall." Rhon turns and heads back from whence he came.
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As i walk back out of the office of Ollysta Zadrian where i left my scroll of intruduction and of sponcership. I return to pick up my pack and then walk over to the table whear the others sit. Hi i am Aerel and i have just returned from 3 very sucsessful missins. I wish to know if I need to purches a room at a near by Inn or if thier is accomadations her? If it is the Inn might you point out a respectable on close by? Thank you.
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"Greetings once more Aerel. I am pleased to hear of your success and wish you continued success on your assignments in the future."
"We do have temporary accommodations available for those members passing through Absalom so that they may have a place to rest during their journey. If you ask one of the helpful staff members here in the hall I am sure they would be happy to show you to a room."
"Please sit and join us for a meal and fine drink. Tell us of your adventures. I am always keen to see how others choose to handle the problems this world throws at us." Rhon gestures to an empty seat at the table and waves a nearby waitress over to take Aerel's order, as well as to get another mug of ale for himself.
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A rather small Half-orc stumbles through the door covered in Scorch marks.
'Rook hate Darklands, Rook hate spiders and zappy spiders.'
Rook catches himself thinking out loud
'Oh uhm, Do you guys serve any sweets? Rook is hungry.'
'And do you happen to have a bathtub as well?'
Rook rubs the Scorched areas on his skin before taking a seat at a nearby table.
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Rhon gives a small shake of his head and unleashing a chuckle before standing up and moving over to greet Rook. A large earth elemental stands up out of the floor and follows along behind the dwarf as he walks over.
"Greetings Rook, I am Rhon and the big guy behind me is my friend Earl. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. If there is anything we can do to assist you please be sure to let us know."
With that Rhon steps back a short distance and waits to see what interaction is going to happen between Rook and the swirling orb of water, all the while maintaining a smirk upon his countenance.
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The door opens to reveal a young Half-Elf boy in brightly colored wooden armor. On his shoulder perch a little song bird tweeting in his ear. After a few seconds he slowly enter the room looking' around. After a few more tweet from the bird the boy face the group.
"Salutations friends. I am Amalirr the guided, a worshiper of Lady Shelyn. I have come and joined the silver crusade to hopefully spread her word of good to all I meet."
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Rooks expression does not change but it is easy to see a sense of relief, as the burns and scars no longer itch.
'Rook is grateful to Doyle, Rook not seen drizzle person before'
Rook stretches out and touches the orb of water before putting the finger used in his mouth.
'Too bad you don't taste of blueberries but thank you for removing the itchyness'
Rook reaches into his backpack and takes out a small cloth package, unfurling it, revealing a large piece of Fruitcake, offering it to the swirling orb of water.
'Rook doesn't share sweets often but you helped Rook and Rook is fair'
Rook awaits a response with a large Toothy grin.
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The door opens to reveal a young Half-Elf boy in brightly colored wooden armor. On his shoulder perch a little song bird tweeting in his ear. After a few seconds he slowly enter the room looking' around. After a few more tweet from the bird the boy face the group.
"Salutations friends. I am Amalirr the guided, a worshiper of Lady Shelyn. I have come and joined the silver crusade to hopefully spread her word of good to all I meet."
"All who wish to make the world a better place are welcome in the Silver Crusade."
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The boy smile, "this is very good to hear." he smiles at them in a way that shows he lacks the experience these other might have. "hopefully as I journey forward I can gain the experience and knowledge you all possess to further our goal as a faction," with that being said he start moving forward mumbling in another language and has the bird reply.
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'Guess Rook isn't the only one with an appetite'
'At least you don't eat souls like that girl from the dark archives''....After some thought Rook is slightly disgusted now'
A worried look springs into Rook's eyes, hinting at a rising amount of panick.
'Did Rook do bad helping on that mission'
Rook, still sitting at the table start fidgeting and asks :'Could Rook have a glass of water please?'
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After bashing his head into the table a few times Rook raises his head
'Scratch the water, Rook needs anger management'
Rook stands up from the table and walks out of the door at a brisk pace, as soon as the door closes, a roar of increasing volume and power can be heard from outside, followed by what appear to be several minature earthquakes.
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Rook walks back in, covered in dirt and noticably out of breath.
'Rook forgot to do what he came for'
'Rook is Rook, Rook wants people to be nice, but some people not nice so Rook smash not nice people, you all nice to Rook so Rook will be nice to you'
Now that he is not jumping around : Rook appears to be a half-orc of rather short stature, though in place his skin is covered in blisters or replaced by Bright red scales. His head, centered by two large black eyes is topped of by a large tuft of bright red hair.
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...the door burst open as a rather large scarred Half-Orc kicks it open , his hands full of ale and some type of roast beast dressed in Tien style armor and Ulfen clothing and weaponry..."MY FRIENDS OF GREAT JUSTICE...IT IS KJAR ALONG WITH THE FAMOUS GULLINKAMBI, what? he says quieting down and looking at the Golden Roster at his feet as he addresses it."Of course they know who we are Gull , yes and what quest we are on too. Everyone knows we seek Villains to slay and wrongs to right. Now don't be silly we cant argue in front of these honorable warriors"he seems completely absorbed in conversation with the Rooster.