Garon Neth |
The door to the hall opens. In walks a young man wearing scale mail with a long sword on his hip and a shield on his back. His hair is short and a medium brown. He is about 6' tall and his body is well toned. His brown eyes are wide with excitement as he looks around the hall. He wears a wooden symbol to Iomedae around his neck which is supported by a leather cord. His voice cracks a little when he speaks.
"H-hello?" He says with a thick Kelish accent. "I was told that this is the hall of the Silver Crusade? I am interested in joining your ranks. I figure that since I have never left Absalom that I would join the ranks to help spread goodness and strike down the evils of the world. I am eager to prove myself true to my words given the chance"
Eagle Knight Honeybeard |
An Ulfen man in his early twenties of extraordinary height stands in the hall dressed in gleaming mithral full plate. The hammer wrought in glimmering silver hanging around his neck matches the huge adamantine warhammer hanging by his hip. He has a long face and square jaw that looks like it has been chiseled from stone. His piercing cold blue eyes and sharp nose make him quite comely. His brown hair looks to be freshly cut.
He approaches the young man, his armor clanking lightly as he walks.
"Greetings lad. You have found the right place indeed. I am Ser Duncan of Highhelm, a holy knight and servant of Torag. You should report to Ollysta Zadrian, the head of our order for duty... But before that, tell me about yourself. Are you yet a knight?"
Avelina of Mendev |
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"Welcome great heroes of justice!" She gives Garon, Gram, and Duncan each a benediction, of a tap on the shoulder with a wand, a crimson and gold item has been crafted in the image of an Iomedaean holy symbol.
"Sadly, my divine radiance will need to take leave of you soon for my next mission. However, I shall happily leave you with a sermon from a book of the Inheritor's war prayers." She taps one of the large tomes hanging from a cord on her belt. As she describes the book, her face beams with an earnest, innocent excitement. "This illuminated manuscript was reconstructed from the texts found by the Pathfinder Society within Ghalcor's Tower, and includes the rare Book of Armaments, which describes the role of each of the Goddess's 11 Acts of Divinity in a worshiper's life using the extended metaphor of a knight arming himself."
She opens the tome and begins thumbing through it. "Well, and there's that odd passage about how to properly throw Faith Orbs. Honestly, who reading it would not know how to count to three? We count to eleven all the time."
Garon Neth |
Looking around and listening intently to the Acts. Once they are done begin speaking.
"I have of yet not been able to prove myself outside of chores at the church. I do look forward for my first adventure so that I may spread the word and be able to help people."
I just started in the PFS been trying to play any opening game but since there is not a group near me and because of Game day 3 it is kinda hard to find a game.
DesolateHarmony |
If you can't find a place to play near you, look into online play. The forums just below the Gamemaster one below this Faction Talk forum when you are in the main PFS forum should have ways to sign up for those.
Otherwise, if you travel, there are games to be had many places you might go. If you get to Silicon Valley, give us a holler. Mondays and Fridays are PFS nights here.
Garon Neth |
Gets up from the table
"Thank you all for your hospitality, I have my first adventure outside of the city walls ahead of me. It seems that I will be going to the River Kingdom for a mission. May all of your travels be easy and may the light be your guide"
He then walks to the door and leaves.
Thanks everyone really excited about my first adventure for PFS
Tyriel Thalion |
An Elf roughly 6' 3" with fiery orange, draconic eyes walks through the doors after a young man departs. He moved his charcoal black hair with reddish tips out of his eyes as he looked about. His ash pale skin only lightly covered. Strapped to his back was a banner, mildly torn at its edges, baring a symbol universal for all Pathfinders. His hands were tucked into pockets on either side of his pants.
"So, this is where one comes to commute evil to dust?" he asked with soft, inquiring tone.
Silver Crusader Rhon Delver |
Rhon looks up from his on going conversation with his friends towards the new comer.
"One could come here to learn to do such a thing or one might come here to redeem those who are not yet truly lost to evil. Come have a seat among us and allow me to buy you a drink."
Rhon returns to the conversation at hand.
Tyriel Thalion |
Moving to join the others, the elf removed the makeshift banner from his back, leaning it against a wall. He pulled a chair out and took a seat looking about to the those around.
"Tea, if you have it, friend." He said looking to Rhon. Return his attention to those about, Tyriel nodded.
"Hello everyone."