Thunderlips! Never had chance to do this for Taldor

[THUNDERLIPS!]

A blond haired, blue eyed, 7' tall, 280lbs studded leather thong clad Ulfen pounds his way into the tea room of the Sovereign Court

THUNDERLIPS! BELIEVES EVERY COURT NEEDS A MAN OF INFLUENCE. A MAN WHO KNOWS HOW TO GET PEOPLE TO SEE THINGS HIS WAY. A MAN WHO CAN "CONVINCE" OTHERS OF THE ERRORS OF THEIR WAYS.

THUNDERLIPS! IS SUCH AN INFLUENTIAL MAN, AND LOOKING FOR NEW PLACE TO HANG HIS THONG. EVER SINCE PRINCESS THROAT CLEARING NOISE TELL THUNDERLIPS! HIS KIND IS NOT WELCOME IN NEW MONEY MAKING VENTURE. SAD DAY FOR THUNDERLIPS!, SADDER DAY FOR LADIES OF QADIRA.

WITH HIS TRUSTY TUNDERNOTTER IN HIS HANDS, THUNDERLIPS! HAS THE ABILITY TO GROW NOT ONLY HIS INFLUENCE, BUT THE INFLUENCE OF OTHERS LIKE THUNDERLIPS! IN SHORT TIME WITH PATHFINDERS, THUNDERLIPS! HAS TRAVELED ACROSS AVISTAN, ACROSS GARUND, ACROSS ISLE OF KORTOS SPREADING LADY GORILLA'S WAYS. ALWAYS, THUNDERLIPS! THINKS TO HIMSELF, WITH THE ELEVATION OF HOLDERS OF SACRED PLACES WITHIN TRIBES TO RIGHTFUL PLACE. WITH PAINT AND BRUSH, THUNDERLIPS! MARKS THOSE NOT WORTHY WITH THE SACRED OBELISK AND ROTUNDAS UPON THEIR UNWORTHY VISAGES.

HOW WILL THUNDERLIPS! DO THIS, YOU MAY ASK? I SAID YOU MAY ASK! WHY,THE WAY THUNDERLIPS! DOES EVERYTHING. WITH STUDDED LEATHER THONG, WITH MIGHTY POTENT FIRM TUNDERNOTTER UPSIDE PEOPLE'S FACES, AND INFLUENCE. THE DILAPIDATED HOVEL ALL LOOK AT THUNDERLIPS! LIKE HE IS SOME SORT OF PARIAH. MAYBE THEY ARE SCARED OF THUNDERLIPS!'S MIGHTINESS, HIS VIRILITY, HIS FEARSOME PROWESS?

SO, DOES LADY GORILLA HAVE PLACE FOR MAN THUNDERLIPS!?

[Lady Gabrielle d'Apcher]

The seated lady gently waves her fan as she calmly responds to the booming voice. "I believe that the most appropriate place for your question is a menagerie," she answers. "I am certain that several lady gorillas will gladly make a place for such a virile gentleman as yourself."

[Professor Herp]

Is there a THUNDERLIPS! fan club I can join?

[Righty_]

Sounds like a party, Ill wear teal.

[Lady Natalia Landros]

A tall woman, with closely cropped dark hair, wearing full battle kit speaks up, without actually rising.

"Ulfen, if you could refrain from deluging us with your stentorian voice, perhaps I could make a suggestion. We of Taldor have always had need of strong, brave-hearted men such as yourself. In fact, the Grand Prince's personal guard are the Ulfen Guard.

"I should think that a man of your great... stature... would be welcome in this elite organization.

"They say that we no longer represent Taldor itself, but are a movement of nobles who wish to bring about a reformation of the old, corrupt aristocracies. No matter that; what matters is that the Old nobility are still around, working hard to improve the lot of the unbearded.

"So, my tall, scantily clad... friend... perhaps you would find a home here, in Sovereign Court. I am sure we can make good use of your... talents. We can always use a front-man... or is that point-man? Technicalities, rhetoric, what have you. What is important is that you can take the vanguard of our 'secret' movement. One such as you can keep the nobility safe, make headway through corruption to protect the common man, by allowing their betters to make it through unscathed.

"Yes, I would allow you to protect me on missions, and I would call upon Aroden's power to first make you more powerful in battle, and then to heal the wounds you have taken.

"I do believe I could make use of one such as you."

Remarkably, she says all this without cracking a smile, or faltering in any way, There is a conviction behind her words, and one might think she is looking to the future as she speaks.

[Ozuman VI of Nalthevir]

"It seems our confidence rich and clothes poor friend has decided against joining our court. I just saw him walk into Maldris' lodge. A shame really."

[Arrgyle]

"I didn't like the twerp anyway, Oz-man. Dude talked waaaayyyy too much."

[Ozuman VI of Nalthevir]

"Dude, chill. We can't make friends if we're cracking on people all the time."

[Denbora Azzar]

Ozuman VI of Nalthevir wrote:

"It seems our confidence rich and clothes poor friend has decided against joining our court. I just saw him walk into Maldris' lodge. A shame really."

Yeah, but did you see what he did to the place?

[Jacob Von Semaphore III]

Sigh.

Sad to see him go. It would have been nice to have someone else around here that could hold their liquor and Pesh.

- The Grand Viscount Jacob Von Semaphore III, of the Cassomier Semaphores, formerly of the Blades, currently of the Society, Brother of the Snowmask Clan

[Lady Gabrielle d'Apcher]

"On the contrary," the Lady interjects. "I am certain that Gloriana would take offense to being called an ape. Although, within weeks, he would have likely recruited all the city's monkeys into her new project. That is a rather unfortunate loss."

[Scaramanga_]

I hold my liquor just fine. Its the drinking that gets to shmee.

[Lysander Spurius Dragomir]

"Sacred hobble legs and road tundras? Never heard of those before, but they sound important considering how loud it was said. Sure sounds like an adventure! Let's find them! Where do I start?" The young man then spies Lady d'Apcher and exclaims, "Ooh a war fan? I've got one of those. My mom said it was my dad's. She said I could have it though I don't know if that's okay with him or not, but I have it. See?" He retrieves a sizable steel fan from his rucksack and unfolds it with a flourish. The canvas on it seems to rapidly change colors in the ambient light, a psychedelic scintillation of color if there ever was.

[Lady Gabrielle d'Apcher]

The Lady adjusts the position of her glasses on her nose, then gently wafts her fan as she replies. "I'm afraid the only wars my fan could survive are wars against heat and odor," she says, before gesturing towards Lysander. "Something like that, however... I assume it was not crafted to swat flies."

[Ozuman VI of Nalthevir]

"My lady, if I may, I feel as though we've met. You bear a striking resemblance to a lady I once met who was of, ahem, northern royalty." Ozuman says to lady Gabrielle, with a subtle wink and playful smile.

[Arrgyle]

"Psshht. I remember that "party." Totally. Lame. Where was the real booze, bar fights and exotic dancers? Bah!"

[Ozuman VI of Nalthevir]

Ozuman's eyes give Argyle daggers before smiling and returning to his conversation with Lady Gabrielle.

[Lady Gabrielle d'Apcher]

"I understand the Grand Lodge contains plenty of all three," she swiftly answers the boisterous companion before addressing Ozuman. "You presume correctly."

"Perhaps you can be the one to answer a question I have been considering. What does our friend Lady Morilla wish to accomplish? Why would she write such bitter words about us?" she asks, including the group in her question.

Knowledge: Nobility DC 25, +5 circumstance bonus to characters who call Taldor home:

Lady Gabrielle d'Apcher has recently been bestowed the rank of Marquise, placing her in charge of Margeride, a province in the northwest of Taldor, bordering the Verduran Forest to the north and the Sellen River (and thus the nation of Andoran) to the west.

then

Knowledge: Local DC 25, +5 circumstance bonus to characters who call Taldor home:

Lady Gabrielle d'Apcher acquired her title suddenly and under what some would say were mysterious circumstances, as she was never presented in Taldan society as the heir to Margeride.

[Lysander Spurius Dragomir]

"I just use it to get peopleses attention. That way they pay me attention and I can collect the attention taxes from the people that I'm fighting against even though I'm not usually doing much of the fighting, I'm just waving this around and doing what's important since it is important to do what is important which usually is getting the enemies to owe attention back taxes to whoever my mom and my commander told me to help today." He puts the fan away before continuing. "As the Lead Battalion Herald of the Ninth Army of Exploration and the Baron de Fatale, I honestly don't know what Lady Manila wants."