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An elf dressed in a black and red robe with a death's head moth embroidered on the left shoulder enters the Archive, and glances around.
"Good Morrow. I am known as Marrin. Merrin Moonsun, Necromancer and follower of the Pallid Princess. I am new to the city and to the Society. I have heard that this is the premier place to be if I wish to be of assistance in the finding and learning about the various magical artifacts of Golarion. If you will have me I would love to join your ranks and lend any assistance I can."
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A halfling dressed entirely in black with a very fancy silver holy symbol of Pharasma comes in just in time to hear the elf introduce himself.
"Hello. I'm Julian Lightfoot, inquisitor of Pharasma. I'm pretty new around here, too. I've only just finished my official Confirmation to become a Pathfinder field agent, and another quick mission here on the Isle of Kortos."
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A crow wearing a small amulet displaying a familiar red pentacle lands beside the Elf and Halfling, looking at the two for a couple moments before speaking to them.
The crow appears to be quite agitated that the two newcomers are being as noisy as they are.
"Would you keep it down in here. As much as the place is still in a large state of disarray, this is not a warehouse. It is an archive, and there are those working and studying here who would prefer it if others would respectfully keep quiet."
The crow promptly ruffles its feathers and flies back around the corner from where it came.
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Julian looks Olyssia up and down cautiously.
"I am Julian Lightfoot, inquisitor of Pharasma. The Lady of Graves commands me to hunt undead, whereever they may hide. But we all know how dangerous being a Pathfinder can be, so if you'd ever like to confess your secrets, or sins, just in case you might go to meet her, I'm always available for that, as well."
From the way Julian introduces himself and talks about worshiping Pharasma, you suspect he's lying about something, as if he's not truly a devout follower of Pharasma.
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Marcellus is a lean, muscular man of Chelish descent. Bearing a polearm of some sort, he enters and looks around, and raises a brow to Julian and moves to Merrin. He starts to speak in a low tone.
"Please remember that we have places with proper wardings for testing spells and other summons. There may be others ahead of you, which can incur a short wait, but you should get your turn. As for research here, I'm not sure where the Paracountess' Chief Archivist has gotten to, but you can make a request for assistance with his assistants. If you have earned your membership, then the unrestricted stacks should be accessible to you."
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The curt snap of a book can easily be heard before the quick clicking of high-heeled shoes make their way to the group. Before them stands a short half-elven woman dressed in gothic finery, a pendant of Asmodues hanging nicely around her neck, and a pair of horn-rimmed glasses resting on her nose. Perched on her shoulder is the crow, whose ruffled feathers clearly indicate a tone of irritation.
"Did Finca not just tell you to keep it down?" The half-elf proclaims in a small hushed tone, "Seriously, is it not hard to understand that there are those who work in the archive who desire peace and quiet-"
The half-elf's eyes stop at the tiefling and the halfling, and an audible scoff of disgust is heard before she notices Marcellus.
"Oh, Lord Thrune, my apologies." Yal says as she bows in a proper fashion. "I do hope everything is in good order."
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Olyssia shrugs. "No need Julian. My goddess Calistria teachings says that one should trade for such things. After all, if you don't trade, where's the fun." She notices the half-elf let out a slight cough. Olyssia knows when someone doesn't like her appearance, but who cares. But when she makes notice of a "Thrune" is here, she looks about with a confused look.
She tilts her head before Merrin speaks to her, completely forgetting the prior situation. "Oh! Yes, it is nice to meet you as well Mr Moonsun. Hopefully there are many things to work together with each other."
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With a slight smirk and an amused look, looks over at Olyssia. "Sounds wonderful. I can't say I have ever had the pleasure of meeting a tiefling before especially not one as charming as you Olyssia. I look forward to working with you."
Looking over at the halfling he chuckled under his breath, "A follower of the lady of graves hum? Very interesting seeing one of her's in a place like this, but I believe that undead are quite useful and I disagree with destroying them. They have surpassed death and no longer need food or water to survive. Not to mention that they make great cannon fodder, servants, and protectors. With the proper control that is."
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The man, after hearing Yal-Luth, sighs heavily and shakes his head slowly.
He speaks again in a low tone, appropriate for a library, and addresses the half-elf. "Things are going fine, Young Wizard. I have just heard some disturbing discussions of using items of magic to summon or animate, and I needed to remind new members to use appropriate facilities for such endeavors." He looks down for a second. "And it is just Marcellus, please."
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Olyssia puts a finger on her chin, and looks deep in thought. "Oh... Animating, huh? Hm. Well, I have heard of a Ms Malicdor looking into using those... Um, bone robes. Anything else, I haven't heard anything Mr Marcellus." She shrugs when she finished speaking.
When she heard another person speak, Olyssia turns to see another person. The woman looks like someone more suited on the high seas than a archive, but Olyssia does not mind, she is a Tiefling as well! "Oh! Another Tiefling! The name is Olyssia, and it is nice to meet you Yalonde."
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Merrin smiles takes Yalonde's hand and kisses the top. "You have heard correct my lady. My name is Merrin. It's my pleasure. Spent a bit of time on the sea? Perhaps the Shackles?" As he is speaking he looks her up and down admiring her attire and unusual countenance.
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Olyssia tilts her head as she tries to recall what she means by pitborn. Pitborn, that sounds familiar... Oh! Right! That is a type of Tiefling, and I am that type! Doh! She flutters her greatly undersized bat wings a bit and makes a rustling noise. "Yes, I am a Pitborn as well. Got little wings along with the usual stuff as well. Kinda cute huh?" She gestures to her shoulder and you can tell that a wing of something bat like is just visible behind her shoulders.
Olyssia turns to Merrin afterwards. "I don't think I am that fond of water. Be it under my feet, being within it, or in the air, I just don't like it. But my only experience with it is coming over from Cheliax on a boat, and... Fighting near a stream against a large bull headed creature." Olyssia shivers slightly before exclaiming; "That stream was just down right cold!"
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Olyssia ponders a bit before speaking. "Hum... Now that I think about it, it might be that I don't like cold water. And I can understand about undersea creatures. But who doesn't like sharing a warm bathtub with a undine or a aquatic elf.~" She giggles slightly at the thought. Um, I mean if it meant to further aquatic relic recovery and all that." Olyssia waves her hand dismissingly.
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Merrin grins and chuckles for a moment before regaining his composure. "I'm sure I know exactly what you mean. But I left everyone I knew in Geb so I can't say I have had that kind of pleasure in a while." Merrin closes his eyes and smiles.
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Olyssia raises an eyebrow to Merrin and smiles slightly. "Heh. It is nice to hear that. Being able to bathe with others. And since your family and friends are in Geb.... Wait..." She looks quizzically to the elven man. "Um, you mean you'd share some... Special time with... A cold body?" Olyssia clearly looks confused at Merrin like something may have fizzled in her head. "Uh... Huh?"
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Merrin starts to laugh but quickly composes himself.[b]"However Geb is known for the many undead residents but most of my friends and family number among the living residents. I must say that I have never spent and...Special time...with any of the undead. A valid question though but I prefer someone with much hotter blood." He smiles and throws a wink at Olyssia.
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Olyssia is still caught off guard by the whole Geb situation. Okay... Very weird. From Geb. Is a Necromancer. Has different tastes of course. That isn't awkward. But... Ohh... She shakes her head a couple times before speaking. "Um, Right. It would be awkward for a person to want to do 'That' with an undead." She looks around a bit, looking a bit dizzy before she decides to sit on a nearby table.
Olyssia looks towards the elf and sighs, waving a hand gently. "Sorry, my... Mind may have gotten away from me. And my mind went to rather racy places, since I am a follower of Calistria and all that." She leans to the side slightly. "But where it went this time made me... I honestly do not know what to say. Though with what you just said, makes me wonder if you are one of those... 'Vampire' thingies?" She looks down at the floor. "Though I guess they would be easier to... Maybe? I don't know." She looks down at the floor. "I think I broke my head."
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Merrin looks a bit worried at Olyssia. "Are you alright. You seem a bit confused or you cant seem to get your thoughts in order. So you are a follower of Calistria, hum. I'm quite familiar with that elven godess. By saying that I believe that I may know exactly where your mind had gone without you saying anything. Just because Geb is primarily inhabited by the undead doesn't mean that there are no living people. But I assure you that I am not one of those vampire thingies or any other form of undead. I have far to much living to do to be undead."
With a strange look at the halfling that just appeared bows and addresses her. "Greetings my young friend. That is quite the large tome you have there. My name is Merrin. Pleased to meet you...."
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"Cathran, Cathran Casrua."
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Merrin looks at her very suspiciously believing she is being too specific on the kinds of traveling the tome entails to just be giving it "just another look."
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Olyssia looks up from her spot where she has been sitting. Seeing the elven man and the half-elven woman talking in a language she has not heard before, she is curious what is happening. Huh? What are they talking about? Do they have a thing for each other?
"Hm, are you doing a courtship ritual? If you are interested, as a lay follower of Calistria, I could assist you both in... Such interaction." Olyssia's tail flicks back and forth slowly behind her.
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Merrin bursts out laughing and with a large smile turns to Olyssia.
"No my dear this is not a courtship ritual. We are just talking in my native language. Elven. I'm sure following that fickle elven goddess you have plenty of experience. However..."
Thinking carefully before speaking. Whether he should say something or not.
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"Hm, are you doing a courtship ritual? If you are interested, as a lay follower of Calistria, I could assist you both in... Such interaction." Olyssia's tail flicks back and forth slowly behind her.
"Like he said, we were just having a conversation. Although, your offer of 'assistance' is not entirely unappealing. I'm sorry, I don't think we were ever introduced. My name is Cathran Casrua."
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Olyssia raises an eyebrow to Merrin. "Calistra is an Elven deity? I did not know that." She listens to him as he speaks in Abyssal, her eyes widen. Oh. Oh! Abyssal!"
She looks rather confused after her statement, but snaps back when the Half-Elven woman introduces herself. "Hum? Oh, sorry. It is nice to meet you Cathran Casrua. My name is Olyssia Bloodrose." Her tail flicks behind her and her tiny withered wins stretch slightly. Olyssia smirks at the interest of such activities and giggles. "Then this is a perfect situation. It sounds like you both have knowledge to trade, and a like a pension for release. Maybe you both should negotiate in the bedroom. Oh what fun that will be.~
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Merrn's eyes widen at the sudden turn of events.
After finishing in abyssal merrin winks at Olyssia.
"I am always willing to negotiate in the bedroom. Just one question first. Since you are a lay follower of Calistria are you going to oversee our negotiations?"
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"If you both wish it. It is just as fun to watch." Olyssia turns and gently pulls her tail and begins playing with the tip of it. "Hm... Might... Um... Well, the negotiations of the bedroom, after all. Just thinking about this is intriguing. Anyway, might I suggest a nice room at a nearby Inn? One of the better places of course. With locks." She flicks the tip of her tail firmly and lets out a gasp. "Ah, erm... Sorry. The tail of many creatures seem to be rather sensitive." She releases her tail and leaves it twitching on her lap. "Then again, if you're interested in more... intimacy. I think a temple of Calistra would be good. More options as well for different... Tactics, I think." She stands up suddenly off the table. "Oh... Such a thing would be nice to enjoy and I would lo-" Olyssia is interrupted by someone walking into the archives.
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A woman with dark hair and light skin walks into the archives, clearly after returning from a mission with a skull in hand. When the woman sees Olyssia, she clearly becomes a bit agitated and nearly drops the skull before shouting. She hurriedly moves closer to the tiefling. She glances over to the elf and the half-elf with a slight nod a mutters. "Pardon me." She turns back to Olyssia. "You're suppose to be home! And that outfit, by Nethy's charred buttock, what are you wearing."
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Merrin coughs to get the newcomer's attention. Clearly intrigued but also slightly annoyed.
"Excuse me my lady, you should really keep your voice down. We are in a library, plus a bird flew down at me that sounded like a devil the last time i disrupted someone. Not to mention that it is quite rude to interrupt someone's conversation." Merrin looks back to Cathran and winks. "But I must say that I am quite curious as to why you are carrying someone's skull around with you. You just don't see too many people carrying dead parts around here like they do back home."
"I'm sorry. How rude of me. I am Merrin Moonsun, Necromancer, Sailor, and Priest. A pleasure I'm sure." Merrin gestures back to Cathran, "And this is Cathran Casra."
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"Hm?" The Chelish woman looks towards Merrin.
She calms down somewhat and bows her head slightly to them. "My apologies then. I was... Surprised when I saw a distant family member away from home." She glances towards Olyssia before continuing. "And where she should be. I do hope she hasn't been causing you trouble." She smooths her robes and introduces herself. "I am Selena Malicdor, of House Malicdor of Cheliax. Necromancer by profession, alchemist by trade."
She looks momentary confused and looks at the skulls she is holding. "Oh, this." She holds the skull up to eye level and examines it slightly. "It is just a regular skull from under Cassomir. Was told that it might have a connection to Groteus, but it does not. But was asked to retrieve it anyway." She put the skull down on a nearby table. "And I must say it is wonderful to meet a follower of Urgathoa, and if I understood that right, a man from Geb."
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Olyssia looks put off by Selena.
She looks away and mumbles "Distant my ass." Which earns another quick glance from the other woman. Her tail flicks quickly back and forth behind her. "For your Information, dear sister. I was here even before our eldest sister met a slime mold on her first mission and retired soon after. Most likely becoming something of a shambling servant back home!" Selena nearly starts scolding Olyssia, but before she does so, Olyssia raises her hand and covers Selena's mouth. "Before you start, I am not a disgrace. And I certainly not going to be kept in a secluded old room with nothing more to do than reading and using my fingers and tail for recreational purposes." Selena looks momentary cross-eyed and moves away from her, wiping her mouth.
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Merrin looks perplexed for a few seconds as Selena apologizes. Then quickly composes himself."Yes I am a Gebbite and also a Priest of the Pallid Princess. It strikes me as a bit odd that you don't mind either of those facts but you are a necromancer so I suppose that must be the reason. Dear Olyssia here has been no trouble at all, in fact i would say it has been quite the pleasure. But I must ask as to why your...sister...here has to be stuck locked up at home? It doesn't seem very enjoyable, especially for a follower of Calistria." Merrin scratches his head for a few seconds then says, "You say you are from Cheliax but you follow Nethys and not the dark prince Asmodeus. Why?"
Merrin turns to Olyssia with a smile. "My dear it would be a crying shame for you to be locked away with nothing but your fingers and tail. Everyone needs someone for some fun every now and again. You should be able to enjoy every pleasure the world has to offer. He ends that statement with a wink.
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"Olyssia..." Selena wipes her mouth with a handkerchief and sighs when inquired about her family's social relations. She is the one to speak first. "It is a..." She glances at Olyssia for a second. "It is considered a social disgrace to have a tiefling born to your family in Cheliax. More so if it is a Pitborn. So for such members, they tend to be killed off or worse. Or they get locked away for their own safety." She looks down to her belt where the holy symbol of Nethy resides. "I decide to venerate Nethys due to pure knowledge. It is what he embodies. No restriction. No boundaries to learning. And none with a hidden catch to it. Easier to have knowledge and instead of learning it from someone that would pull something over your head for their own advancement. As for Olyssia, our family certainly did not teach her of Calistria."
Selena looks over to Olyssia again. "Seriously, you really should dress more appropriately. Not having something so..." She gestures to Olyssia's blouse. "Revealing."
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Olyssia giggles at Selena's reaction and sucks on the fingers she covered her sister's mouth with. "Hehe... Well, daddy wanted the family to follow Azzy to hell. But the family still worshiped Nethy more so. He went away after a while and we haven't heard from him since." She walks behind Selena to the other side of her, and whips the woman's rear with her tail. She lets out a yelp and glares at Olyssia. "Mother... Still had the same, worries as daddy. But more relaxed. And because of that, I got to sneak out. She probably didn't tell you dear sister since I was out of her hair. And both of you we're at a local school getting trained to be wizards after all. So I guess, why bother! Hehe~"
Olyssia leans over slightly and pulls at the bottom of her blouse. "I found Calistria with my first foray of 'Negotiation' to come to Absalom. Such freedom and release. And found out about her when I got here. Such a lovely city, and nation if I might add. So many new, fun things to see, and 'Do'." she stands upright and leans against a table. "And for the outfit? You like? I got the idea from work at the Calistrian Temple. It works and it shows just enough flesh to entice. Hehe~"
She then tilts her head, and begins to walk behind her once again. But then stops and reached around and gropes Selena. "Oh Merrin, if you haven't noticed, we're actually twins! I just happen to have the fun part." Selena nearly shrieks but lets out a growl and tries to glare at her sister. "Oh... Sounding more like a beast yourself, there. Heh~"
