Kingmaker Pathfinder FG

Omnius, listen and remember.

Dearest Omnius, why do you flutter about nervously. This will be between us, dearest crystalline- Does your soul scream for mercy? It matters little. Remember this! We are succeeding. Though nothing exactly has gone to short term planning. The thousand strands of fate and possible paths expand out before me. The day started out like many others- The mayor whose thoughts were guarded carefully, but his weak minded adviser paved the way for my acquisition into this foray into the South. I don’t know what other parties might have been sent before us, but the group I happened to place myself into was a varied group. Subject one- Tyget, The androgynous individual. It reminds me of a Doppelganger, able to confuse by misdirection. I would love to explore the folds of its mind, dissect its anatomy. I will refrain from such actions though – It serves greater, higher purpose for being here. Once I can determine this, I will be able to better use it.

The next great mystery is the Drow. He is an enjoyable fellow, much like his kind. His folds and mind a delicacy in the rot of intellectualism and wisdom. I shall better enjoy this dangerous friend- He serves the greatest purpose and greatest source of potential power. Infinite is my patience to see this man grow into a valued asset, and I believe with the right amount of pressure, this darkling may prove yet a long term boon. His magic incantations seem pried towards the conjuration school of Arcana, and his snake-familiar screams and thrashes as you- Omnius. Darkness in that mind, or something else perhaps? I will choose to investigate this later.
Of the journey, which you should well remember, from the folds of my pack and the dark rumblings of the road we set out from the Human cesspit, granted mercy of the mayoral decree and given rights for this far off realm, inhabited by ‘horrors’ and bandits. Accepting such a task with the veneer of a saint, and disposition of a kitten, I had obtained those said documents, and had met with the group assignment at the gates of the city. Those guards, idiots and incompetent fools in charge of the defense of this … town- met with us and soon directed our journey down the road. It is here which I had the most pleasure of learning about my companions. The way they walk, heavy footing and with unique paths the both of them. It took us to the fortress by the name of Oleg’s trade post. His weak will and shallow heart annoyed me, but as the master of the keep he serves as an important first contact to this strange realm. Upon learning about bandits we moved into action-
This may have been the most fortuitous meeting with a brigand I’ve ever imagined to have- Though I will continue to speak more about this as this meeting unfolds.

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