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Cindrana's familiar gives the Asmodean a look that could be termed fulminating as the teifling Mage uses a Cantrip to re chill her tea.
"Yes, I know of the contempt that your country holds demons in." The tiefling says with a look as she rubs the bone club on her hip, a 'reminder' of her place in her father's land. "And I am well acquainted with the skill that your people have in the summoning arts, given that I started my schooling a century ago in Korvosa. And I have made the acquaintance of both Tancred Desmire, one of the allies of our demon foes, and his brother who I killed in the Hao Jin tapestry. Both of whom are your countrymen. I simply pointed out we are ...wary of Asmodeans bearing sweet words." She lit a cigar with a flick of her hand. "No offense taken or given. Cayden says 'every drink can be filling, but not everyone likes every brew.' I simply offered comment that some of are wary, not that you aren't welcome. I tend to be terse after dire battles, I typically have run out of drink after surviving them. I was rather cranky last year after a trip to the Stovall stair. Giants crushed my flask after a near miss with a boulder. ". She spreads her hands in a welcoming gesture as her unseen servant brings out a platter of cheese, chilled brews and dates as she sat back and fed her dragon companion a bit of taffy that he chewed with vigor.
"We all do what we can to aid another in the field, here though we relax and tell tall tales, not bandy out sermons on our gods and countries." She smiled a genuine smile as she took a drag on her cigar. "Relax more..preach less, we battle with steel, sword and spell enough already in the field. Here we celebrate our victories, talk of those we have lost in toasts and tales of their deeds and curse the name of our most fowl foe, Drendle Drengs who summons us from warm beds and comely companions in the wee hours of the night."
"I highly doubt that either Tancred Desmire or his brother were Isgeri." The young priest's white irises narrowing being the only outward sign of his mood, "In any event, I need only remind you that Asmodeus is no demon. If these fools, regardless of their homeland, allied with demons then at least one of them got what he deserved."
Smiling with practiced warmth, "And, I thank you for your welcome. Needless division between Pathfinders will only help our common foes."
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A tall, lanky fellow turns from the bar to look at those conversing about daemons, his eyes shifting quickly left and right as he twitches his head.
"You speak of Devils and Demons and Daemons as if they were a challenge! Those who've fought such creatures should recognize them as not much more than a great nuisance, considering how often they are summoned and used. I will admit, though, that some of their greater forms and leaders have laid low many a friend. Should you desire to test yourself, seek out the ancient Rune Lords and see how you fair. You may return thinking twice about what you consider to be 'difficult.'"
With that, he returns to his drink, requesting a refill.
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At the mention of Runelords, the faerie dragon curls protectively around his mistress' neck.
"Aye, Cayden surely looks after fools. I know that seeking Runelords is like seeking Elder Wyrms now. Only the rash, suicidal and desperate seek to do them battle in their lairs. Twas the most terrifying fight of my life." Cindrana said as she added something more from her flask to her chilled tea.
"Tis a week and I see have nightmares of that fight, and I fear I shall for the rest of my long life. The Twelve sent us in because it was thought we were prepared for it." She took another sip. ""It was scant minutes, the fight against him, but it seemed to last hours. He was impossible to pin down, had all manners of allies to whistle up on a whim and seemed to be everywhere."
The tiefling wizard looked at her drink for a long time before continuing.
"I was curious about Thassalon for a long time. Now? I see evidence of another runelord arising? I'll come ready for war with every able hand. sword and spell slinger I can find. They must never regain a hold in the world. Never." Her yellow fire eyes looked up. "He spoke of 'his due' and 'right to rule'. I saw what his sanctum held, the price for surviving the Earthfall and who paid it. I know evil. I fought it before and will again. The Runelords are evil. The difference between devils, daemons and demons is minimal to me. They are all expressions of some sort of evil within our own souls. The desire to lord power over others, the rot of rage and fury at all existence, the desire to do what you will without consideration of any other."
"Runelords walked their path from virtue to sin. Willingly. They took every step to damnation happily and did terrible things to ensure their own continuance. Every bit of lore I have found since joining the society bears that truth. I await other things now. I no longer lust for lore of Thassalon, but I won't turn away from facing it if signs of another Runelord awakening appears." She shrugged. "And enough of the maudlin, dark and despairing. We have better things to think on in the light of day. I took time off from my store, trusting my apprentices to tattoo my clients without my watching them, to relax and hear tales of my adopted homeland. Has anyone been back to Osirion of late?"
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I've heard of some rumors about a grand party called "GenCon" in a place called "Indianapolis" where there is some incredible adventures happening. I was wondering if any of my fellow faction members were also attempting to seek out this "party" and perhaps obtain some lost artifact of Ancient Osirion.
Ill be at Gen Con
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I've heard of some rumors about a grand party called "GenCon" in a place called "Indianapolis" where there is some incredible adventures happening. I was wondering if any of my fellow faction members were also attempting to seek out this "party" and perhaps obtain some lost artifact of Ancient Osirion.Ill be at Gen Con
I also shall be making the journey to that place.
In all incarnations, I pray fate will be kind to me....