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Voren Kcalberif wrote:

A man in Sarenite monk's robes that cover his head and face comes down the stairs. Though only his forearms (covered in tough, coal-black skin), hands (tipped with pointed, obsidian-like nails), and twin embers of hellfire that are probably his eyes are visible, he is clearly uncomfortable about being here. When he speaks, it is with a deep voice and a slightly-off Osiriani accent.

"Is there a Cathran Casrua here? I was told I'd find her down here."

"That's me, why?"

The man hands her a letter. Seeing the name of the sender, Cathran mutters to herself,
In Varisian:
"What's that damn fool gotten himself into this time?"

Switching back to Taldane, she says, "It looks like I've got some family business to take care of as well. It's been... interesting to speak with all of you."
With that, she shoulders her pack and heads up the stairs.

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"Alright." Olyssia says, as she continues her actions on Selena. "Bye Cathran. May you have fun!" She looks over at the man that arrived and is curious by his appearance. She stops what she is doing, to the relief of Selena, and walks over to him. "Hello there."

Kn Religion, Ma 10: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (19) + 0 = 19

Her tail flicks back and forth as she can tell whom he worships, but more due to the point of another tiefling! "Oh! It is definitely nice to meet you. My name is Olyssia. You sound interesting as well. Maybe we can talk now or maybe later?"

Behind her, Selena crosses her arms across her chest and simply glares at Olyssia.

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Stumbling in, a rather tall dwarven fellow enters the Archive. He looks around, seeming to be looking for something of interest. After a scan of the room, his eyes find the bar. A wide smile comes across his face and he marches to the bar.

"One of yer finest ales, if ye don't mind!" shouts the dwarf as he puts down his backpack and greatsword off of his back.

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An aged Tiefling whose darkened skin and bright eyes are shadowed by the dark hood of his robe enters the entrance hall from one of the stacks with a few books in arms. Overhearing Miss Malicdor, he sighs audibly.

"And thus is the backwards ideals of Cheliax. Backwards. People with the potential for greatness shut away, exiled, or killed simply because of their heritage. Pathetic. An utter waste. But I suppose that, in a way, my family is truly a great representation of that." Albert seats himself on a chair, his aged muscles shaking under the weight of his anger. "A man born with the mind to lead his house into greatness must pass it up due to his fiendish heritage, and his idiot brother makes a utter bloody mess of everything instead." He seethes, setting the stack of books on a table beside the chair. The faint smell of smoke seems to waft through the room as Albert sighs deeply. "Cheliax needs reformation. It needs to become more accepting of those born as Tieflings of any sort, it needs to rely less on the powers of devilry and Infernal Pacts, and more on the strength and potential of its citizens. Even if the general management of the government were the same, at least a change from the racial intolerance and forced reverence to Asmodeus would be ideal." At this point Albert has waned to a raised whisper, his attention being drawn to something else.

He suddenly shoots the Dwarven newcomer a look that could melt steel. "This is not an alehouse, there is no bar, if you require an alcoholic beverage, I would suggest a temple to Cayden Cailean, not the Dark Archives."

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With a look of perplexity Merrin addresses Olyssia and Selena. "I defiantly wouldn't have guessed that you were twins. Interesting. Makes sense why you worship Nethys over Asmodeus. Not a fan of devils myself especially the Prince of Darkness himself. Too many rules. My dear Selena you really should try to stop controlling your sister. We aren't in Cheliax so she really has nothing to worry about not to mention that following Calistria as she does will not allow her to be restrained...at least not in that fashion."

Merrin turns regarding Cathran and bows,"It has been quite the pleasure and I wish you the best. If ever you need assistance you need but to ask."

Watching Olyssia run over to the man with black arms he chuckles and turns back to Selena. "She really has a free spirit doesn't she. And a very short attention span. Its no surprise why she follows The Unquenchable Fire instead of Asmodeus or Nethys. So what made you study necromancy instead of the usual conjuration or evocation that most are from Cheliax as I am to believe?"

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"i certainly agree with you, stranger." Yalonde says, turning to Albert "i'm one of the few who was lucky enough for my fiendish heritage being easily hidden, all though that isn't as true now. perhaps the mission i will be going on soon will help bring about a reform?"

Sense Motive DC20:
Yalonde is going to be participating in the recent rebellions in Cheliax, and is leaving fairly soon.

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"I am not controlling her!" As Selena continues to glare at Olyssia. After a bit she sighs and turns her attention back to Merrin. "I do not control her, no one did honestly. As you said Merrin, she is a free spirit, a bit too much." She relaxes some what and sits down on a chair next to the table with a skull on it. "When I left for school, she was in her room. Safe and sound. I don't know what happened in between then and now." She waves her hand in the air mindlessly a couple times. "Sneaking out? I can understand. But doing such things to... Arrive here. And then joining the Society. That is what I don't understand. And I did not know she even knew of Calistria. Olyssia must be a convert after she arrived in Absalom."

She looks at Merrin with a raised eyebrow and retrieves the skull to examine it before speaking. "The reason? Simplicity. With proper control, undead do what you will with them. No questions asked. No bickering, no back stabbing. Just doing the orders they were told to do." She rest the skull on her lap before lean back onto the chair. "I do know enough conjuration and evocation spells. It is illusion and enchantment that don't hold interest to me. Maybe later I will devote some resources to learning more about enchantment, but that is not today." Selena sighs as she notice Olyssia flitting towards the two other Tieflings that have arrived.

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Over hearing the conversation occurring between Selena, Olyssia and Merrin, Sidroki turns his head slightly and yells back to the group, "On my travels, I saw a lad get torn te bits from his littl' creatures he rose from the dead. The man tried te save his friends but ended up gettin' them all killed."

Sidroki lifts his mug that the bartender brought to him, looked down for a moment, and then took a big swig. After putting down the mug, he turns o the group and said "I don't mind them undead folk as I can bash their heads in with me trust sword here, Almight." As the words flow from his mouth, a large smile beems across his face.

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Olyssia Bloodrose wrote:

She looks over at the man that arrived and is curious by his appearance. She stops what she is doing, to the relief of Selena, and walks over to him. "Hello there."

Kn Religion, Ma 10: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (19) + 0 = 19

Her tail flicks back and forth as she can tell whom he worships, but more due to the point of another tiefling! "Oh! It is definitely nice to meet you. My name is Olyssia. You sound interesting as well. Maybe we can talk now or maybe later?"

He gives a small bow.

"Greetings. My name is Voren."

Albert Litchfield the Fourth wrote:

An aged Tiefling whose darkened skin and bright eyes are shadowed by the dark hood of his robe enters the entrance hall from one of the stacks with a few books in arms. Overhearing Miss Malicdor, he sighs audibly.

"And thus is the backwards ideals of Cheliax. Backwards. People with the potential for greatness shut away, exiled, or killed simply because of their heritage. Pathetic. An utter waste. But I suppose that, in a way, my family is truly a great representation of that." Albert seats himself on a chair, his aged muscles shaking under the weight of his anger. "A man born with the mind to lead his house into greatness must pass it up due to his fiendish heritage, and his idiot brother makes a utter bloody mess of everything instead." He seethes, setting the stack of books on a table beside the chair. The faint smell of smoke seems to waft through the room as Albert sighs deeply.

Voren's eyes seem to flare momentarily before he says quietly, "Cheliax is not the only such place."

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"Ah, um, Greetings Voren. Want to talk with the other tieflings? Seems like this place is becoming a meeting place for us, huh?" Olyssia will make her way over to Yolande and the other tiefling she has not met before. While heading over there, she stops by the dwarf. "Um, hello there Mister Dwarf.... But, what you are sitting at is a desk, not a bar. And... I do not know where you got that in that mug, but... I think you might be clearly drunk. But nice sword. Ta ta for now!~"

She moves quickly over to the tieflings and to get out of range of the inebriated dwarf. "Hi Yolande, who's your friend? My name is Olyssia, what's yours?" She leans over and looks at the older tiefling and tilts her head.

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Voren allows himself to be dragged over to the other tieflings. Once there, he gives another bow to those assembled.
Bluff: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Sense Motive DC 3:
Voren is not very comfortable here, but he's too polite to refuse conversation.

"Greetings. I am Voren of the Order of the Blooming Dawn."

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Selena Malicdor wrote:

"I am not controlling her!" As Selena continues to glare at Olyssia. After a bit she sighs and turns her attention back to Merrin. "I do not control her, no one did honestly. As you said Merrin, she is a free spirit, a bit too much." She relaxes some what and sits down on a chair next to the table with a skull on it. "When I left for school, she was in her room. Safe and sound. I don't know what happened in between then and now." She waves her hand in the air mindlessly a couple times. "Sneaking out? I can understand. But doing such things to... Arrive here. And then joining the Society. That is what I don't understand. And I did not know she even knew of Calistria. Olyssia must be a convert after she arrived in Absalom."

She looks at Merrin with a raised eyebrow and retrieves the skull to examine it before speaking. "The reason? Simplicity. With proper control, undead do what you will with them. No questions asked. No bickering, no back stabbing. Just doing the orders they were told to do." She rest the skull on her lap before lean back onto the chair. "I do know enough conjuration and evocation spells. It is illusion and enchantment that don't hold interest to me. Maybe later I will devote some resources to learning more about enchantment, but that is not today." Selena sighs as she notice Olyssia flitting towards the two other Tieflings that have arrived.

"I meant no offence about controling her and I do apologize. Its just that following Urgathoa, she encourages overindulging in every pleasure and that is how I know so much of Calistria. So you didn't even know she was here in Absolom? That must have been quite the shock." With a wry smile Merrin's eyes light up. "Not all of them blindly follow orders. Yes many do and I understand your views on such do to the teachings of Nethys however, I see them as the next step. They no longer need food, water, or even air for that matter. Yet they can most can still indulge in every pleasure that you or I can, be that food, drink, or more carnal pleasures."

Sidroki wrote:

Over hearing the conversation occurring between Selena, Olyssia and Merrin, Sidroki turns his head slightly and yells back to the group, "On my travels, I saw a lad get torn te bits from his littl' creatures he rose from the dead. The man tried te save his friends but ended up gettin' them all killed."

Sidroki lifts his mug that the bartender brought to him, looked down for a moment, and then took a big swig. After putting down the mug, he turns o the group and said "I don't mind them undead folk as I can bash their heads in with me trust sword here, Almight." As the words flow from his mouth, a large smile beems across his face.

Merrin turns to the obviously inebriated dwarf and says, "My friend I am sorry to hear about the young man getting ripped to pieces by his undead minions but if he couldn't keep control then he shouldn't have chosen the art of Necromancy."

As Selena sighs seeing Olyssia trailing off after the other Tieflings Merrin pulls a chair over and sits down next to Selena. "I think you worry too much about her my dear. But I do understand."

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Sense Motive on Voren: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
"Hello Olyssia, i was just agreeing with this man about his opinions on the backwards ideals of our homeland." Yalonde says, gesturing to Albert "and i completely forgot to ask his name. what is your name, stranger? mine's Yalonde."

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Albert looks to Yalonde, and clears his throat.

"My name is Albert Litchfield the Fourth. Eldest son of Belvast Litchfield, and outcast of Cheliax. I am pleased to make your acquaintance miss Yalonde." Albert introduces himself, bowing his head in traditional Chelaxian style. "It would appear that we Tieflings are a bird of a feather here. Many of us hailing from Cheliax and being cast out or hidden away from the public's eye. My condolences to any trouble your heritage has brought you in our homeland."

Knowledge Local/Nobility or History:
More information pertaining to Albert and his family can be found on his profile.

Albert reaches over to the pile of books he had been carrying and procures the top one, labelled: "Demons, Devils, Daemons; Fiends of the Great Beyond". He flips to a marked page and begins reading, his scaled black tail swishing at his feet.

"If you wish to pursue further conversation I am capable of paying heed to the conversation and responding where necessary while I read." Albert notes, the glow of his eyes dulling slightly.

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Knowledge (history): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

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A halfling rushes in dodges around people, and heads towards Selena. He turns, dodges, but at the last moment, bumps into a table with a loud 'Thwack!' and causes the table to screech along the floor. The halfling hands a letter to Selena while rubbing his own head. With the delivery over with, he hurries back out of the archives, cursing under his breath.

Selena sighs as she reads the letter. "Looks like I am heading back to Cassomir. I will be taking my leave then. It was a honor to meet you Merrin, may your studies prove fruitful." She bows her head to Merrin. As she is about to leave, she waves her hand. "If you are curious, that was Evan Bristletop. A halfling I know of that is part of the so called Sovereign Court. A arcanist, whose focus is on transmutation. I've seen him delivering messages and such to people. Anyway, farewell." Selena heads towards the exit to head to her next mission.

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