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How could you ask me to do or be anything other than what I am?

Poska is a human who leads a nameless criminal organization in Emon.[3] As an NPC in Exandria Unlimited, she is played by Aabria Iyengar.



Poska is a human with copper skin with symmetrical vitiligo and blue hair. She is first seen wearing a red leather duster.[4] She has a small sigil tattooed on the inside of her forearm.[5]


Poska displays resentment toward the wealthy of Emon, who are gentrifying the Upper Slums even more since the Chroma Conclave ruined the Cloudtop District decades earlier.[6]



Exandria Unlimited

"The Nameless Ones" (Ex01)


Poska calls herself a "third party" in the criminal underworld of Emon.[7]

Character information

Notable Items

  • Dagger: A very aggressive-looking blade[8]
  • Two-inch blade: apparently useful for removing enchantments she placed.[9]


The sigil on the inside of Poska's forearm allows her to speak to others across town.[10]


  • "We are the ones that are left, but we know better than to use names."[11]
  • "Who cares when people hurt the rich?"[12]
  • "All of those people back up at the Cloudtop that were too chickenshit to move back there after Thordak attacked thirty years ago, now they're buying a property down here, changing the infrastructure of a once lucrative area. […] That's what they do. They buy up property, kick out the people that lived here before, and by virtue of their aura, bring in things like increased guards, 'oversight'."[13]
  • "How could you ask me to do or be anything other than what I am?"[14]


No, no, let our little friend here go, 'cause we need to have a conversation. See, you walked into my fine establishment, a stranger, spouting a lot of big words, heavy words, words with weight and gravity. Names like Myriad, like Clasp. Except we don't use those names anymore. Too messy. See, there's power in a name, but you knew that before you walked in. So were I to assume that that was boldness and not stupidity, I might be inclined to make you an offer. So here's the deal.

The upper-crustiest of Emon will be headed into the Temple District tomorrow, dressed in their finery and loaded for bear with their coin and gold in tribute for the Changebringer. But Lady Luck favors the bold, and we're going to use this little promenade of conspicuous consumption to liberate some coinage from the aristocracy. Mulberry, here, is our druid on the inside. Two weeks ago, she snuck into the stables of three noble houses and awakened their horses. So they are now as smart as us, loyal to us, and in on the plan for a 5% cut. We've also got a plant in with the musicians and the temple—What? No, not a literal plant. Like, a guy. We did this yesterday. You can't—not everything's about like leaves and shit.

Tomorrow, our man on the inside, once he sees our friendlies trotting into the square, will "accidentally" set off a firework, and our three sets of horses will spook in different directions, each running down a very narrow alley, and in the ensuing chaos, while they try to un-wedge themselves in reverse, we slide into the undercarriages, grab what we can, and get out. Real easy. No one gets seen, no one gets hurt, and one hour later we meet down at the docks to split our treasure, board some boats, lay low for a while. Make sense?

So, are you in? Or is the harbor going to float just a little bit higher tonight?
Poska's monologue from Narrative Telephone



  1. Fan art of Poska, by @hierothraxs (source).  Used with permission.