For my pathfinder game tomorrow, a note from a cousin, giving some tiny hints of what's to come... The Old lands Beckon, finagle and ask you personal questions. A reconnaissance report, composed by Raymond, for the perusal of Cousin Slash AKA The Terror Of the High Seas: Slash, old plum, well as you may or not have realized what with you having been turned human, and now perhaps Deevil, or Demon, with those horns, Do ye have a tail yet? Too personal, right? Straight on to my probably unexpected report. I’m not even sure if you know where I have just escaped from, or whether you knew I had need to be making “escapes.” Well there is nary a lock I cain’t open given half minute or so. These odd fellows had me all trussed up like a christmas turkey, gagged and bound with simple knotted hemp. When I realized there was no breakfast beer coming my way, I loosened the old ropes and wandered out of the odd sort of shiny metal cell they had me in. there was some kind of mag...