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[Posting as Master Kuro Poe, Arcane Duelist, Choreographer, Dancer, And So Much More. Because VOs can't use aliases. This post contains spoilers for The Hellknight's Feast and The Stolen Heir]
In a dim storage room in the Grand Lodge of Absalom, a Tengu Pathfinder has gathered a number of like-minded individuals. The room is a sizeable timber affair where flags of every nation of the Inner Sea and beyond are draped across the walls, coated in a thick layer of dust. It is clear that these items of pomp and patriotism are not used unless a celebration is in order. And there have been no celebrations lately.
"I believe we have all read the missives from the agents sent to the Hellknight's Feast. While I, personally, -craw- am not surprised that even the Faction Leaders are not immune to admonishment from old money, I believe this marks a clear line being drawn between the work of our Pathfinders and the national interests of the Inner Sea."
"Luscious Zarta was flung into bureaucratic, diplomatic and literal hell for her service to Cheliax.
Wise Amenopheus has been shamed and dismissed from the Ruby Prince's royal court.
My own Lotus of the East, Lady Amara Li, saw the signs and fled the Inner Sea after using the resources to restore a Dynasty.
Now even Lady Gloriana Morilla is being openly rebuked by Taldan Gentry, and Major Colson Maldris is discovering the People's Republic is rotten to the core."
"Of our greatest diplomats and leaders, only the -ehhhrk- Qadirans have managed to dodge the slings and arrows of patriotism. And to be frank, -craw- they are not motivated by love for a nation, but by coin."
"It is clear the factions of the Pathfinder Society are increasingly losing ground with their national sponsors. We now face a precipice where it is possible that the greatest adventurers of the Inner Sea will act by their own will, rather than the directions of politicians and national interests. The shadow war for Absalom is endless. The war to the north... not so much."
The Tengu looks irritably at a moth that flutters near his beak. There is a jump and a snap of a beak and the moth is gone.
"I propose that we do all we can to convince our fellow Pathfinders that they live for themselves and the good of all, not the infighting of patriotism or the directions of imbecilic politicians or nobles. What say ye?"
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Taldor is the fashion of the age. Serving the empire is merely the price of fashion. Loyalty to the society has always been first, but truly do the Ten have your interests at heart? How many suicide missions do you fulfill only to have yet another lined up before you.
At least they'll retrieve your corpse for a price, but that price is high.
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Moths are delicious, try sitting near the lamps -krek- They are better than waffles even.
Corvus, I think that you are right. Nations can be brought down by just one decent Red Mantis and a scheming room of nobles. Ideals are ageless. I remember the words of one Galtan philosopher: 'You may remove my head, but you'll never remove my ideas!' Seconds later, he tasted the edge of a Final Blade. The words remained with me.
If our faction leaders want a buoy in the stormy Inner Sea, they should do well to tie themselves to ideals. But what ideals could possibly be strong enough?
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If anything the recent revelations and rumors coming from the Blackros affair, prove that the ideals of Andoran need champions now more than ever before!
As far as Chelaxia goes, is it any real surprise when devil lickers turn on each other?
To Freedom!
You will regret these words.
You will learn discipline by the grace of Asmodeus, or by the grace of greatsword. It is your choice. Choose wisely. You will not get a second chance, running dog.
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If anything the recent revelations and rumors coming from the Blackros affair, prove that the ideals of Andoran need champions now more than ever before!
As far as Chelaxia goes, is it any real surprise when devil lickers turn on each other?
To Freedom!
You will regret these words.
You will learn discipline by the grace of Asmodeus, or by the grace of greatsword. It is your choice. Choose wisely. You will not get a second chance, running dog.
"I think it has been well-established that in most places there can be found good people, and bad. We are not from a mono-aligned plane where everyone can be assumed one way or another.
"There are bad eggs in Andoran, I have helped the Major find some myself. Hopefully I have been able to persuade some to see how they harm others, and help them to improve themselves.
"My own visit to the Fortress of the Nail was to set things right. Wrongs were overlooked, and miscarriages of justice happened. The Law was mishandled, due to deception and plots of a few evildoers. I hope this lesson is learned by those of us who are pathfinders.
"Threats and ultimatums are for fighting the evil of the world, not for fellow pathfinders. You may disagree, and so there are civil ways to express that and to attempt to change someone's attitudes or view. Think on that before you lose track of the precepts of 'Explore, Report, Cooperate."
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:Chews on a moth and wonders if the mammals are indeed going to fight. He could probably learn something from the fighting style of the Hellknight's two-handed style...:
Bad eggs?!? That's some difficult language right there, krawk.
Why don't you call them... bad babies?
The Chelish are flocking to the Dark Archives and the foul devices stored within. The Andorans are funding a paramilitary group of vigilantes. All the Osiriani are doing the bidding of a woman who makes my feathers stick on end, while Amenopheus has been thrown to the sidelines. The Taldans keep on whispering about something and are somehow attending more social events for the nobility than ever! What's the Inner Sea coming to?
Maybe the nations brought a bit of order to an adventuring force where chaos ordinarily reigns? Kreeehk. I almost want to roost on Ambrus Valsin's study and watch the whole ruckus blow over.
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The aristocracy don't deserve to run affairs of state. They are all inbred runts, last egg in the clutch, if they can trace their family tree back to the founding of the Taldan Empire.
If they can't, then they're cuckoos in the nest, so where is their so-called 'divine right' to rule, then? Eh?
Kaah! I'd spit on nobility. If I had any lips.