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I've heard, on the grapevine, that some of the factions we know exist in the Society are, shall we say, having difficulties in properly motivating their members. I do hope that enough people realise that someone has to keep an eye on the Decemvirate and that Grandmaster Torch's associates won't feel the need to restablish themselves outside the Society.
In the meantime, perhaps we should be extending hands of greeting to some of the factions? It's an awfully long way from Tian-Xia and I'm sure that some of the Lantern Lodge would welcome more allies around the Inner Sea.
Apteryx, Dowager Countess Mantelli.
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Friendship is like echos on the wind as two ships sail. If they sail to the same port the communication is strong and they can defend each other easily. If they sail to different ports then the echos get lost the farther away they sail and the effort is wasted. As much as we would wish it so it is not always the case those that fly the same flag sail the same course. We must choose wisely those that choose a similar destination as ours.
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"Torch is a good man, if a bit misguided about the nature of the decimvirate. If he ever left his hideout, he'd make a good Pathfinder." A cloaked half-elf speaks from the corner of the bar, a mug of ale in his hand."I've always though it would be nice if we simply threw aside our various factions, and had a place where veterans could swap more stories over ale." He smiles. "But let's hear some of yours first."
And the shadowy figure in the other corner continues to listen on......
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Personally, I see that we have little to worry about. Amongst the Pathfinders that I have most recently met, there is a strong inclination towards our approach to these missions. I believe, comrades, that we are gaining ground. May our work continue to flourish and may we seek to preserve the lives of our compatriots in each of our adventures.
With none left behind,
Alain Falaviel
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A halfling wearing the red stoll of the Lucky Drunk and hefting a clay mug sized more for an ogre speaks up from the bar, "If a faction is in trouble, I wouldn't mind so much if it were the Chelaxians."
"I may have to work with them for the good of the Pathfinders - and the fulfilmment of the agenda given to us by the Grandmaster, of course - but nothing says I have to like them. There's too much bad blood in my history to make friends with slavers and devil-worshippers."
He pauses for a long sip from his mug and to wipe the foam from his lips before continuing in a quieter tone, "Besides, while I have run into some strange and disturbing things on my missions, that Paracountess of theirs is what really gives me the creeps."
"Good riddance, I say," he finishes before gesturing to the barman for another round.
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Ohhh ohh it is the Andy-or-Anns, they are good sword swingers, they should stay? Jelly Axes, I still do not know what these things are or why they like jelly? Couldn't be the Grand boring they are too, well boring and I guess the same with Tallll-bore. They are a dead country and refuse to see it. Silly talls. Us Zarnies are are too awesome to even consider.
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A fully cloaked figure near the back of the bar flips a small dagger in his hand. Leaning back in his chair and feet atop the empty table.
"And after offering our help... This guarantees the lodge's security?
Are we so sure, that our information within our ranks will stay there?
What if they become.... curious?"
Now balancing the dagger in his palm.
"Can we trust it?"
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Bursting through the door comes a young, silver-haired boy; a wicked scythe on his back gleaming against the candle light. This one obviously does not belong here.
"Harken to me, those who still bow to their former Masters of the Consortium! Spreading your filth-ridden lies about the state of the Crusade will not go unanswered! I will soon know who among you is taint! Soon! The Crusade is stronger than ever!"
He quickly shuts the door without actually having come inside.
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A man at the bar in a monotone voice:
"Fear not, we have spent to many resources on brining you back into the fold. However, more sales would ensure your survivability, the next time you adventure with someone be sure to try and sell some Mayfinders to them. They don't always find the way, but they may. They are made in Tian and you know the Tian make quality stuff. Do this and earn the favor of the Decemvirate."
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as part of the door that thunder bear pushed open stands a scrawny man with a long cap blue pants and a long shirt and jacket " all right gental-men, and ladies it seems that the factions are in trouble as mrs. Apteryx over ther-e just said, now we need some kind of organization on our part to get anything done in real time." "now thunder bear here wanted me to look over the problem and i have the only way really is to get the real information from the grand masters them selves only then can we have the real info and from there act in a good fashion way does that sound like a good idea?"
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Shortly there after, a hooded elf emerges from the shadows along the ceiling, hops down with out a sound, sits in an open chair, and states in a low whisper
"I am Marcus, recently I have returned from a quest that placed me in the favor of the grandmaster of Cheliax, Zarta Draleen. She states to me that in fact not so much from her members, but the politics of the society, have made here aware of the possible decision to remove her faction once and for all. Perhaps this is where we can begin. Although I do not agree with their methods, they could be a powerful ally. Blunderbuss, what do you think?"
and then proceeds to drink a glass of mead.
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After having heard rumours that some factions within the Pathfinder Society were in trouble, the latest breezes bring news that it is our Shadow Lodge that ails.
Perhaps we have had some effect, and the Decemvirate no longer sends Pathfinders on foolhardy missions as lightly as one might roll a die, but as Torch himself said
...the threat of slumbering Thassilonian evil has overshadowed that of the Aspis Consortium. How the Decemvirate and the Heidmarchs can so blindly throw well-trained Pathfinders at one task while so blatantly ignoring another is inexplicable and inexcusable!
The need to keep the Society true to its members is as pressing now as ever. My own brother was lost on a reckless task for the masked Ten, and I am loath to see any more give up their lives on their whim.
If that is true of the Pathfinder Society as a whole, it must be doubly true of our own organisation. If we are to keep the Society open and honest, we must first see to it that we are open and honest. We have all heard the rumours. Our leader is an information broker, so he can hardly have failed to hear it.
It is time that Torch climbed out of his bath and told us what is happening. What future for the Shadow Lodge, Grandmaster?
Apteryx, Dowager Countess Mantelli.