Hm. What to say since the last time I collected my thoughts…? It was on the ship to Andoran where I met several people, and… wait, I should start again.
Marrok is quite strange. I am aware that he’s a human druid, but he seems to deny that part of himself, if not in words than certainly in spirit. I would guess his intent is a complete cleaving from what he was; he denies his basic form and seems to feel that his wolf form is his true body. Whatever happened must have been pretty traumatic.
I personally don’t care. I mean, he has a hangup, yes, but I can’t solve that for him any more than I can convince my would-be captors to leave me be. He seems to not really have a direction in his life but is okay with our working relationship. That works for me.
It’s funny, I never had a father… he kind of… I don’t know, gives off a “dad” vibe to me. Obviously I could use someone around who actually wants to keep me alive. I’ve only known him for… a little over a month, yet he’s reticent to tell me anything at all about himself, seeming to prefer just staying nearby and making sure I’m okay. He’s fairly gruff, and some of the things he says are hilarious in hindsight, like when he told me I shouldn’t slouch, but I wonder what has caused him to retreat from his people and become this stoic wanderer? I wonder if he’ll let me help? I don’t figure we have any reason to not work together, so I hope he’ll come to the same realization sooner or later.
… That, or I’ll eventually drive him off by sheer force of personality. Bleh. I realize I am grossly familiar with him, which may be weird for him. It’s just his personality; it makes me too comfortable, and I just want to… I dont know! I’m embarrassed sometimes when I consider some of the exchanges we’ve had; I need to treat the old dog wi- uh, I mean my elders with more respect. Or at least with less uh… yeah.
… He’s still fun to pick on, though.
As for the others…. the halfling Varro I met on the boat. He’s kind of funny, and seems to have some clear ideas about what he expects from life and what he’s willing to do to get it, which is admirable, but he seems to have no time for others, and wants to maintain his aloof distance from them. Why rely on anyone, right? I’ll try to build something there but he seems to have challenging perceptions to overcome, and possibly some trust issues. I sometimes feel a bit of a sneer from him when I’m doing things. Maybe he doesn’t like women?
A paladin, as well. I didn’t meet the one named Screech until just before we left; when we literally ran into each other in the hallway, while I was on the way to the bathroom. He actually snarled at me! He seems sort of ill-suited to the path of a righteous champion of… whatever. Paladins. He’s pretty jerky, and hasn’t had two words to say to any of us. Not sure what to make of him but I think I’ll avoid him. He doesn’t seem like he’d be willing to help me if things went sour, anyways. Lots of humanoid hate there… maybe that’s a point to agree on? I’ll try it out next chance I get, maybe he’ll be less sour.
Cat-girl… nothing to say about her. She kind of just hangs around, which… yeah. Whatever. She seems too excited to kill people, and she keeps going on about some friend of hers, which I’ve largely ignored (who cares?)… I mean shit, she acts like her friend is a god or something. Paracelsus said to not take the presence of anyone for granted, but I guess some people just rub me the wrong way. Maybe I just don’t like cats?
I like several of these people, though. The masked tengu inquisitor is the opposite of what I considered an inquisitor to be; he actually said if the Blackravens took another run at me that I could count on him – “the lady has you in her eye”, whatever that meant. He offered to Harrow me, and kept making these interested noises throughout, but then just said “oh, you’ll have an interesting life” when we were done… who was that performance for, me or him?? Then there is that wonderful pancake-maker, Jak… he said he has an inn – named “Jak’a’napes” or something – in Falcon’s Hollow, a town further inland, and agreed to open another “branch of the franchise” at several of the guild members’ behest; Varro and another halfling. Then there’s Amarro, who apparently was another other halfling… I would say it will be difficult to keep them separate in my mind, but they have very distrinct personalities. I can’t say anything about the third halfling at this point… but apparently there’s yet another one who I also haven’t met; some kind of fire sorcerer (named Dimple? Or something?). He’d probably make an interesting conversationalist, too.
Regardless, they all seem united by a common purpose, but there is at once both more camaraderie and more diversity of personality than the Pathfinder Society, for good and bad, respectively. These people seem to not discriminate in their methodology or personal leanings, winding up with some pretty varied attitudes… though some of these people make me nervous just to be around. Still, there’s a pretty clear idea of trustworthiness between members; even the more “evil” spectrum of the group seems to hold to that idea.
So we wound up in Cheliax suddenly, after some guy showed up, asked for several of us by name, and then made the door open onto a road in Cheliax, just outside of… whatever this city is. I found myself concerned about whether the Hellknights knew of me at all or if I’d arouse any suspicion, but besides the Order of the Gate, I should probably be considered beneath the worry of them (I am a tiefling, after all. Apparently they love us here). I guess tomorrow we’ll take another run at getting into that tower… for now, I’m going to bed. Marrok’s right, it’s too damn late to be up this early.