Introduce your 2e PFS characters

Pathfinder Society

Envoy's Alliance

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A goblin enters, wearing armor, a shield, and a rapier sheathed at his hip. Oddly, he has what appears to be a keg strapped to his back, along with a standard adventurer's backpack.

He puts down his shield, then removes the keg and backpack. Grabbing a mug that was dangling from his belt, he fills it with ale from the keg, drinks it all in one long chug, and then refills it. He turns to look at you, as if noticing that other Pathfinders are present for the first time, raises his mug in your direction, and begins singing.

"Mighty Cayden, god of drunks,
Chose his champion - Me! I’m Grunk!
Wine and ale, I try ‘em all,
Drown myself in alcohol,
No need to read my god’s decree,
Everyone, everywhere must be free!
When evil slavers try their tricks,
I run ‘em through with pointy sticks!"

His song ended, Grunk laughs like a maniac for a few seconds, before taking a smaller drink from his mug. He then turns to look at you with his beady red eyes.

"So... who are you?"

Envoy's Alliance 4/5

I am Xzerrion, an elf from the Darklands. I was raised as a noble of my house, but my house is no more and I had to rely on my wits and my blade to escape with my life. I now work for the Pathfinder Society as a scout and a general troubleshooter. I speak undercommon (as you might expect with being from the Darklands) in addition to draconic and orcish, and elvish of course. elf rogue, cavern heritage with elven weapon familiarity, noble background, thief racket, still a L1 character but planning on some amount of wizard dedication feats

Envoy's Alliance

"Hi, Xzerrion! Good to meet ya. Here, have an ale. Good stuff, got it from the Wounded Wisp.", the little goblin refills the mug he's been drinking from and presses it into the elf's hands, not waiting to see if he actually wants it.

Verdant Wheel

"Nĭmén hăo"(Hello everyone) I'm Zhūquè from Tianjing."

Zhūquè is a Tiān-Shu sorceress with dark red hair. She's wearing a bright red Hanfu dress with what looks like a red peacock embroidered into the lower portion. She has a dagger with a red hilt and a bandolier with healer's tools. Elemental(Fire) bloodline. Merchant background. She speaks Tien and Common(Taldane).

"I met some Pathfinders a few months ago while me and my family were selling goods in Amanandar. They got into a fight with some of those Aspis people and I aided them and kept one from dying. They told me about the Society over here in Absalom. So, I decided to come to the Inner Sea, visit family here in the city and see what kind new remedies I could find out about.

"Grunk and Xzerrion, I'm happy to meet you."

Liberty's Edge 1/5

Pathfinder Companion, Starfinder Adventure Path, Starfinder Roleplaying Game, Starfinder Society Subscriber; Pathfinder Roleplaying Game Superscriber

"Hello all. I am Marko Treller, charmed I'm sure. Emissary of the Envoys' Alliance, currently assigned to the Grand Lodge here in Absalom and assisting with some of our current needs as Agent on-boarding continues to rise."

The voice is cheerful and bright, in stark contrast to the utilitarian cut of the mans simple black and brown clothing and the dull unadorned mask that covers everything except the area around his mouth leaving only a wisp of a brown beard revealed.

Horizon Hunters 3/5

Chewing on a coin, a goblin dressed in red robes decorated in makeshift butterfly pins and patches walks in. Sleeves a bit too long, and the robe a bit short, stumbles a bit before noticing the others.

"Ah, friends! Calisro told me there be others here, and the Captain was right! The tribe called me Grick, because I helped the sick!"

Spinning around, flailing his arms and sending his sleeves flapping about.

Envoy's Alliance 5/5 ⦵⦵⦵

A little gnome with bronzed skin and a shock of hair the color of green sea foam comes forward. "Hello, I'm Pip from the Envoy Alliance Pathfinder Society Legal Fund. I'm here to be your defense attorney in your upcoming tri--"

She breaks off. "Oh, you don't have a trial scheduled yet? That's okay. I can help you on your mission still, and be around in case you need my particular level of courtroom expertise. Everyone needs a lawyer from time to time!"

She claps for Grunk. "That was an excellent song!"

Not to be out done, she offers one of her own.

♫ The law's an important gnomish field
Setting the court's rules and precedents
Sometimes the verdict is appealed
Sometimes it's treated with reverence!
Here truth and deceptions's revealed;
Rely not 'pon persuasion or expedience.
Sometimes Pathfinder records are sealed
And sometimes treated as evidence.

So let us banter in legalese
Like 'habeus corpus' and 'I object!'
We'll argue nonsense as we please
Showing off our very legal intellect
With longish gnomish treatises
Tangentially related in each aspect!
Here's the bill for my firm's legal fees
Really, there's no need to interject!
(And if you think this song's a tease
You've earned this barrister's respect!) ♫

★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★

Pip is a feychild gnomish bard with a barrister background. She's sunk her gnomish obsession into legal lore, and hopes to one day be legendary in her field.

Radiant Oath

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Armor clad Goblin walks in, looks everyone up and down and spends an extra second looking at how similar he looks to Grunk.

"Nogtiff like the look of Grunk. Grunk like Cayden too. Me thinks Grunk could go fight bad long shanks together.

Pulling out a few mugs from his back pack, Nogtiff looks between his empty mug and Grunk's keg with puppy dog eyes.

"Nogtiff have song too. Everyone shut up and listen."

Taking a deep breath, Nogtiff begins to sing his song.

"Nogtiff poke and Nogtiff block
Nogtiff make sure you can talk
Nogtiff hate both chains and rope
Nogtiff always smash the yoke

Slavers mean and slavers dumb
Nogtiff stab slaver in the bum
Any slaver who take my friend
Will swiftly meet their slaver end

Cayden drink and Cayden fight
Cayden guzzle through the night
He spread the word of liberty
Drank too much and gots to pee. "

Afterwards, Nogtiff looks around for applause and more drinks.

Verdant Wheel

Zhuque looks confused after seeing so many goblins enter the room. She gives a small hand clap for Nogtiff and Pip.
"Alright, so first there was you, Grunk. Now there are Grik and Nogtiff. Are all the Goblinfolk this musical?"

"Grik, Nogtiff, Marko, Pip, happy to meet all of you too."

She gives Marko a raised eyebrow at his simple dark toned attire in comparison to the gaudy display of vibrant colors from the rest of the room.

She looks as if she is comparing Grik's red robes to her own.
"Grik, where did you get your robes?"

Horizon Hunters 3/5

"Much thanks Zhūquè-lady! It's tale begins long ago, as Grik remembers."

Looking about, the goblin finds a small box to stand on. Climbing up, he adjusts the robe and takes a few deep breaths before raising his head.

"There once was a town,
In a far away place,
That everyone seems to know.

A gob in a cage,
To be sold as a slave,
Or worse, who's to know?

Yet along came a lass,
Who came with a task!
Freed all those to be sold!

I followed her 'round,
Laid feet on the ground,
And traveled far and wide.

She gave him her coat,
Put him on a boat,
Told to follow Desna true.

So the goblin flitted about,
As a butterfly would,
Asked as what he could do.

Absalom he decided,
Is where he thought would be best,
To put his devotion to the test!"

Finishing up, he bows before putting the box back to where he found it.

Verdant Wheel

"Grik, you're a follower of the Resplendent Goddess of Fortune! I am as well. I was named after the Zhū Què(Common: Vermillion Bird) constellation, one of the Sì Xiàng(Common: Four Images), guardian of the South, summer, and fire."

Horizon Hunters 5/5

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A figure runs through the room, transparent and screaming silently, and somehow goes straight through everyone in the room. He comes back in, skidding to a stop at a table and puts his hand out. He grabs ahold of the table with one hand as he quickly gesters with the other, his index finger clearing missing.

As he takes a deep breath, a shimmer of energy goes through him, and he solidifies. Patting himself down, he looks at everyone and yells. He is a gnome, dirty blonde hair with bright blue streaks, bright green eyes and pale skin, wearing standard adventuring gear, which is a bit worn. A wayfinder is at his side, though it seems newer than the rest of his gear.

"Yes!!!"He pats the table then the chair as he smiles and looks around. "It worked, it worked. I have never been so glad to start over! Oh, oh... Introductions. I am Lemtwist Bratham Mallentwine Flannelfoot Smyth Olgen Jeebs Nathers Bingham, and I am trying to relearn my theories and possibly correct many assumptions on the quateral stasis of the threaded lines of different periods of time. You see, I have been flitting back and forth between historical times and eventual futures, and have been running from possibilities for about... Let's see here, oh I say around fifty years now. Oh,... Oh... Uh, quick question! When are we?"

He looks around the bar as everyone stares at him. "You may know my grandson... or what may eventually be my grandfather... whatever, He is Venture Captain Lemtwist Bratham Mallentwine Flannelfoot Smith Olgen Jeebs Nathers Bingham the Third." He looks at others expectantly.

Envoy's Alliance 2/5

Resplendently dresses in a mix of high Opparan and the "new" fashion of New Thassilon, the slender spell caster speak in a proper Taldan accent with the bearing of a friendly if prim nobleman.."Scion Avoren Nelantius, heir of the Magics of Imperial Humanity through the Taldan line to the Empires of Azlant and Thassilon. It is my pleasure and honor to serve with the Pathfinder Society at the directive of her Grace Runelord Sorshen, may her reign be long and filled with peace"

Horizon Hunters 3/5

"I do follow the lady of fortune! You must follow her too if you knows so much. Grik is happy to have met you!"

Turning and raising an eye at Lemtwist, before shaking his head, ears flapping about before taking notice of Aroven.

"Isn't being a Runelord kind of, ummm, bad? You praise a bad wizard?!"

Envoy's Alliance 3/5

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Coming in through the Grand Lodge gates, a dwarf with fire-red hair, breastplate, a larger axe made of dwarven design, and... And anvil strapped to his back? He looks around before finding a sandy spot to sit down, making some room before saying in a gruff voice, "Now, my name is Balrok of the Stonedoor Thaig, and I am a smith. Nothing more, nothing less..."

He looks, and sets his waraxe down next to his anvil, before pulling out two ingots of metal, and working on them. One seems to be a classic Dwarven alloy, the other is... Bronze. He starts to work them together, and as the small forge that he set up starts to blaze, the bronze lining in his gear shines out, himself not being affected by the intense heat of the forge.

"Now, do any of ya need some hammering done?"

Welcome Balrok Stonedoor, Forge Dwarf from the Five Kings Mountains, and a Bronze-Dragon Barbarian Blacksmith bent on forging the perfect weapon, and smelting the greatest metals together.

Envoy's Alliance 2/5

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"Isn't being a goblin kind of ...bad? The preconceived perceptions that lay at the feet of those with thousands of years of life or culture make a heavy burden to carry, but Runelord Shorshen wishes to rebuild a New Thassilon that is not mired in the mistakes nor wanton cruelty and slavery that those such as Krune, Karzoug, and Alaznist reveled in." he carefully make sure to acknowledge each new arrival in a friendly manner as they enter.

Grand Archive 2/5

A goblin in blue robes decorated with various shiny rocks enters carrying a spellbook. A miniature Husky wolf with wings sits on his shoulder.

"Greetings!" He says in a stereotypically goblin voice, but without stereotypical goblin grammar, "I'm Grebmurk, goblin wizard, former lorekeeper of the stompbird tribe." He shakes his head as if thinking of a bad memory.

"You see, in my tribe the lorekeeper is tasked with learning, among other things, the forbidden knowledge of reading." He breathes out a frustrated sigh.
"There's actually been a frustrating number of exiled lorekeepers, but I didn't know that it was because the chieftain keeps appointing new ones without actually changing the laws so that they're given special permission to learn to read." A brief expression that can be summed up as "what an idiot," crosses his face.

"So, you see, he was an imbecile and I'm glad to have found a new tribe, so to speak, that mostly appreciates my knowledge."

Envoy's Alliance

Grunk continues to greet each new arrival, and offer them an ale from the keg.

"Hello Grebmurk. Marcus Farabellus teach Grunk that reading ok, even for gobbos, and send Grunk to Kreighton Shane to learn how. But Grunk still no write nothin'. Don' want words taken out of Grunk's head."

Horizon Hunters 3/5

Taking a step back from Aaroven's mention of the Runelord.

"I do agree that my kind arent known to be the most hospitable sort, yet some of us are trying to turn them to kinder ways. Also, I thought all the Runelords were dead! If what you say is true, then perhaps....."

Trailing off into thought and walking about, the goblin bumps into the large back of Balrok.

"Ah! Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you sir! I hope I wasn't interr..... Is, is that an anvil?"

Peering over the dwarf's shoulder, Grick's eyes widen as he watches the blacksmith's work.

Envoy's Alliance 2/5

"Being dead, I am told is a highly overrated condition and one that is fixable in more then a few ways" he says to the goblin.

Horizon Hunters 3/5

Turning his head towards the wizard, showing a toothy smile, "That is true! I'm just glad that if what you are saying is true, Miss Shoreshen could be a great ally to all good folk. As for death, it is just another journey to go on, though I would like a choice in my destination and not have to wait in line for the boneyard."

Envoy's Alliance 3/5

He turns his head and looks at the Goblin, muttering softly something about no privacy for a working man, and says, "Ya, its a bloody anvil, much like the shape of ya head. Now, do ya want something forged or upgraded? I know how much ya gobs like shiny things, so I will inlay some shiny bronze into your weapon, how does that suit ya?"

He holds out his hand to the goblin, as if expecting a weapon to be put into it.

Grand Archive 5/5 ⦵⦵

"Now now, anvils come in many shapes. Not just craniums." Interjects another dwarf coming in, a heavy belt at his belly but otherwise wearing light cloth. His backside however, is hidden by an enormous shield, rigged for quick and easy slinging forward. "For instance, Discipline is the anvil upon which Torag can shape one into a warrior as strong as a mountain."

Envoy's Alliance 3/5

"Aye, that be true. but one does not interrupt a craft, as it is paying homage to the Father of Creation. And as Torag uses his forge to shape everything, we use our forge to shape our craft."

He stands up, patting his leather apron off from any soot, and holds out his hand to the other dwarf, "Balrok Stonedoor, of the Door Clan, at ya service."

Grand Archive 5/5 ⦵⦵

(In two weeks I'll hopefully have some fresh lore to work with, and I'll be working that into a clan name then)

He'll take your hand firmly. "Dag Kalkani, of the ___ clan. And true enough. My shield's just be done up, so I'll let the goblin take you up on it."

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Envoy's Alliance 3/5

Thats fine! Start up a clan for your city. My city's clan name is Door, and there are others that have clans like that. Start up friendly dwarven clan wars for flavor ya?

He shakes Dag's hand with an equal grip and smiles, "It was nice to meet ya, but back to the forge with me." He looks down at his forge he set up, and reignites it with some of his lightning breath and goes back to work, slowly melting down some bronze scrap to make inlays with.

Scarab Sages 3/5 Venture-Agent, Nebraska—Bellevue aka JohannVonUlm

A gangly and somewhat awkward human man enters the room.

Err, pardon me. I understand this is a reception for newly initiated Pathfinders? I hope I'm in the right place.

I'm afraid I may hold the record for being stuck in training the longest. Mr Kreighton was quite peeved with me for a long time. I spent a long time mopping floors and rewriting scrolls.

It's just as well, I needed that much time to earn the money to restore my teeth.

Oh, yes, there is a story here. I kind of sneaked into an archive I wasn't technically supposed to. Then there was this fox, and a giant fish, and sadistic tooth fairies and lots and lots of water. Lots of water. Mr Kreighton said it was my fault. I guess it kind of was. Did I mention there was lots of water? Err, I guess I did.

Anyway, at some point, I guess I picked up something from exposure to the fey realm that day. I didn't really notice until I had most of my teeth restored. Did I mention the sadistic tooth fairies? I did? Oh. Well watch out for them. They're not very nice.

Oh, my name? Hello, my name is Virmil.

/// Sometimes there's an odd mention of an incidental figure in PFS scenarios. If you've played the right one, perhaps you remember poor Virmil. I decided that he'd make a great "sad sack" fey sorcerer. ///

Vigilant Seal 5/5

"Is was to be good to be free again of again! Boris is sad is to take ten or four years, but is the fine. No more torturing from Derro person. Boris stand again! Playtest knock him down much, but is to be the expect. No was Magus playtesting. Now Boris use the multiclass archetype. Of Love" quasi-bellows a frenetically smiling Ulfen man.

Horizon Hunters 5/5

"Please excuse him. I've been asked to chaperone him for a bit. He just got freed from one of our old mission sites in the Aspodel Mountains" elaborates the Chelish man guiding him gently. "He's harmless, and noone knows what in the god's names he is talking about. Even an expert such as myself." He brushes off a bit of dust before adding: "Did you know that lemurs only come from a few islands of the Shackles, and nowhere else?" He nods to himself, as if this piece of information was both riveting and crucial.

Horizon Hunters 3/5

Handing Balrok his dagger, Grik's eyes focus on the dawrven smithy. "I don't use it much, but that is a kind offer! It would be rude for me to not say yes after the offer. Thank you so much!"

Scurrying back to a nearby table, staring at the other newcomers.

Envoy's Alliance 3/5

He takes the dagger, and begins to do his craft. After working on it for a while, spending some of his bronze, he hands it back to the goblin with a smile, "Glad to see that there are some sensible goblins around. Now, get back out there ya?"

Verdant Wheel 5/5 ⦵⦵

John Brinkman wrote:
Oh, yes, there is a story here. I kind of sneaked into an archive I wasn't technically supposed to. Then there was this fox, and a giant fish, and sadistic tooth fairies and lots and lots of water. Lots of water. Mr Kreighton said it was my fault. I guess it kind of was. Did I mention there was lots of water? Err, I guess I did.

"Lots of water you say?" asks a thin but weathered half-orc with dark skin. "Falling? Swirling? Spraying sideways?"


Vigilant Seal 1/5

Statuesque at a height of at least six feet tall, a tanned half-elf woman strides confidently with an enormous blade on her back. A collection of scars on her limbs and exposed navel paints a life of gritty combat across her form. The multitude of weapons, pouches, and tools convey a woman prepared for anything.

A steely gaze in her Elven eyes carry a look that cared nothing about the impressions she left and what others thought of her. A brief moment passes as those same eyes stare appraisingly at the many unusual characters carrying wayfinders as the one she does. Finally, she took steps towards the bar, seating herself while glancing over her shoulder at the other Pathfinders within stride-and-striking range.

Her hands felt along her belt and roamed among the many implements of death at her disposal. Just as the hand approached a recently sharpened dagger, the warrioress took a thick book into her grasp and laid it on the counter in front of her, equipping her other hand with a quill pen.

"This place have anything non-alcoholic? I prefer to be sober when I'm preparing my spells," said the half-elf amazon while elegantly writing arcane equations into her tome. "Put the tab under Aikena Mai."

Radiant Oath 2/5

Yet another goblin in heavy armor walks into the room.

"I am Smoog of Zarong... I mean Sarenrae!

Everyone of course has heard of the great Zarongel,
father of goblins, Great Wolf with fire for fur!
But Zarongel is a mean stupid-head, and I don't like him any more.
Did you know that there is a good and kind god of fire?!?"

Smoog looks around the room at the puzzled faces. Misunderstanding the quizzical and disbelieving looks he continues.

"I know, I can see from the look on your faces that you were as surprised as I was to learn this.

Yes, her name is Sarenrae!"

Zar-on-gel is in hell
Now Saren-Rae lights my way
Saren-Rae is the Best
Smoog is her bless-ed Pest

Smoog say, slavers stink
That is what Sarenrae think
Smoog the Goblin, slavers prey
Torch them good the goblin way!

Smoog then laughs mischievously and scuttles over towards Grunk and Nogtiff, looking to join them for a round of drinks.

Smoog is a Goblin Champion of Sarenrea with the Sorcerer Dedication (Elemental Bloodline-Fire)
He was a former assistant manager at Syrinx and Smoog's Servile Servants until he was downsized when Absalom abolished slavery.
Thinking all was lost he soon found the light, as Sarenrae guided him to the Radiant Oath of the Pathfinder Society where he repented his past life.

Vigilant Seal 5/5

An adorable halfling woman swishes into the room dressed in black adventuring garb with goth lolita stylings, skull patterns and a holy symbol of Pharasma. Her makeup is pale white and blood red. The halfling cocks her head at an odd angle and gives a creepy smile.

"Hi! I'm Black Penelopie. And I'm here to talk about your death. In most cases, I will make sure you do not go to meet Pharasma until it is your appointed time. And if it is your time, I will help to make sure you have a peaceful passing. Don't fear death. Remember, you will spend far more of eternity dead than you will alive. So death should be at least as important to you as life. I've always been fascinated by it."

Envoy's Alliance 5/5 ⦵⦵

Contrasting the halfling another Pharasmin enters. This one though eschews the gothic black of her peers, matching her holy symbol in heavy plate armor dyed a irridescent blue with bone trim. Rather slight for a dwarf, she carries a scythe with matching ferrules. Though she also smiles, it seems off, as if it was forced on to disguise trauma.

"And I'm Grynn." she hissed while staring intensely. Though she didn't seem out of breath, she had a strange pattern of taking a new breath during each sentence. "I work for Pharasma. To kill the undead."

Vigilant Seal 5/5

"Oooow! Undead! Icky! Yeah, that's not a peaceful passing. Good for you, sister. We need to help them to ease their passage."

Horizon Hunters

The doors to the tavern swing wide, and a burly dwarven woman strides in, bearing the obvious scarring of a sell-sword on her hands and face. She carries a wickedly sharp waraxe at her side, carved with runes of power that glow a soft blue, but she is lightly armored for a warrior, bedecked in scale rather than a heavier means of protection. She's short, not even cresting four feet tall, but her demeanor is one of wariness. Her hair is cut with a fade on both sides, but she wears her hair long in the back and braided, capped with a silver band, matching the ring in her left nostril.

She heads straight for the bar, slapping down several copper. "A pint of whatever you lot call ale in this s**thole," she says a bit too loudly. "And keep them coming. Pathfinding is dangerous work, but it pays well."

Grand Archive 5/5 ⦵⦵

I hear there's an opening for an information broker in Absalom.

Trust ole' Mr. Greenbottle. He'll hook you up.

Verdant Wheel

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Pointing at Black Penelopie. "Penelopie, I love your dress!"

Looking towards Bronnora. "Excuse me miss, is your name Omelette?"

Facing Mr. Greenbottle. "Mr. Bottle, do Tian goods sell well here in Absalom?"

Horizon Hunters

Bronnora arches an eyebrow back at the Tian woman. "Omelet? No, why would anyone go by that?", she asks incredulously. "I go by Bronnora Thousandsons, though the clan name is more affectation these days."

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