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Kaava Cutter steadily ploughed through the sea for many days. However this day is different from others. When the sun has almost settled, the ship approached its destination. Many passengers start to brighten up as they finally see land.

All kinds of people seek a new home here, on the edge of civilization - nobles buying new lands, priests preaching teachings of their gods, hunters and guides. And the one thing that unites them is Pridon's Hearth.

There are still a few hours until the ship comes close enough to lower the boats, so many voices fill the deck as people start to strike up conversations - some are joyful, some are tired, and most are hopeful.

Let's start! You are now on the ship and have some time to get acquainted with each other and talk with other passengers.


Male Elf Slayer 1 AC 16 T 14 F-F 12 Init +6 Fort +2, Ref +6, Will +1 HP 10/10

Ansado briefly glances toward the land, almost disinterestedly, then turns back to finishing his last few arrows.


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Male Human Druid, 2 | Hp:17/24 | AC:16 T: 11 FF: 15 | CMD: 11 | Fort:+3 ,Ref:+2 ,Will:+7 | Init:+1 | Perception: +10 Master of Re'!k'th

Saurek stood on the deck of the ship looking for signs in the clouds. The only thing he saw was the promise of one of the short afternoon showers so common to the shore lines this time of year. Most of the trip he had spent trying to keep Rek under control. At the moment however the dinosaur seemed content to bask in the afternoon sun. The short Zenj sighed aand pulled out a hand of berries casting a magic spell on them in the same fashion his father had taught him.good berry: 2d4 ⇒ (1, 3) = 4

Four as good a number as any. Good things will come but we will have to work for them.

He knew it was silly superstition to look for omens of good or bad in a handful of berries... But still he did anyways.

He looked around at the people all interestedly looking at the shore line. All but the elf working on his arrows. Saurek watched the elves hands deftly assemble the arrows. His movements reminded Saurek of his own when setting a snare. The jungle exuded from the elf. This is one who is no stranger to the jungles of Mwangi and Sargava.

polyglot:
Looks like today's rain will be a short one.

Saurek recognized the look of one who did not understand his words.

He may be comfortable in the jungle, but he still is an elf not Zenj

My tribe tells stories of Elves that live deep in the jungles. Most believe them to be nothing but stories though. Is that your story? Are you an elf who has grown to know the jungle or an elf born of the jungle?


Female HP 24/24; AC 19; T 11; FF 18; Fort +3; Ref +2; Will +3; Initiative +1; Perception +8; Darkvision ; Spells Per Day First: 6/6; SLA Daylight 1/1

Sulia stands at the port side of the vessel, her hands on the railing and her eyes alight with wonder as they sail. Her polished scale mail, white tabard, and mace give the impression she's a cleric, but something seems off about her. Perhaps it is that her golden hair is always shifting and drifting in the wind... even when there's no wind. slung over her back is a wooden kite shield carved in the symbol of Gozreh.

She observes the people gathering at the deck and engages in conversation with anyone that's nearby. She seems glad that they're almost at Pridon's Hearth, and seems willing to share the joy.

"I'm so excited! Finally going to get to the frontier!" she exults, clapping her hands together. "I am looking forward to meeting all the new people and setting up in this new land."

She wanders over to the two conversing. She smiles at the tattoo-faced elf and short braided man. "Greetings, friends!" she exclaims. "I'm Sulia... Sulia Farwander. How are you faring this journey?"

Her beauty and youthful cheer are almost infectious, even some of the dourest shipmen have been smiling when she walks past. Perhaps leering. She doesn't seem to notice.


Male Elf Slayer 1 AC 16 T 14 F-F 12 Init +6 Fort +2, Ref +6, Will +1 HP 10/10

Ansado looks up from his position to see the new comers, while his hands still work on his arrows.
"My people, the Ekujae, have lived in the jungle for generations upon generations, much like your own. I am Ansado." The elf smiles slightly. "Staring at the land will not make it come any faster, but patience will."


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Male Human Druid, 2 | Hp:17/24 | AC:16 T: 11 FF: 15 | CMD: 11 | Fort:+3 ,Ref:+2 ,Will:+7 | Init:+1 | Perception: +10 Master of Re'!k'th

The Ekujae... I will have to tell my people of the name.

Saurek looks over at the overeager girl with hair that seemed to be almost alive of its own. Of course he had noticed her earlier in the journey, and he had also noticed how many men's looks seemed to linger a little too long. She did not seem to care though, either because she had assurances in her own abilities, was too trusting, or perhaps she really did not notice. Saurek was a fairly good judge of people and he was certain her ignorance was feigned.

Something is off with her. He wasn't sure what...

Greetings Sulia Farwander. I am Sau're'!K of The Mulaa. But most Northerners have difficulty speaking my peoples Tongue. You may call me Saurek. We were just discussing our tribes. We both come from peoples who live in the jungles. Where does your tribe hail from, may I ask?


Male Human Hedge Witch 2 | hp 12 | AC13 17 with mage armor T12 FF 11 | CMD 13 | F +3 R +3 W +5 | Spd 30' | Init +2 | Heal +6, Kn. : Arc +9; Dungeon +6; Geo +10; Hist +9; Local +5; Nat +9; Nob untrained +4; Planes +9, Perc +5 Spellcraft +9

Trem climbs onto the main deck and move the side to look at the horizon. His head held high, every step he takes are full of confidence and gracefull, signs of upper class upbringing. Once he get to the side, he lean over to the woman that was following him. While he his human, she is something else. Definitely not a native of this plane, her exotic look make her very difficult to indentify. They are, however, sharing a strange glyph that glows on both of their forehead.

Celestial:
"When are we going to see land again Sarari? I though we were suppose to make it to port soon."

He spoke the woman next to him in a beautiful laguage, but surprisely, instead of bringing a smile to the woman face, she just let out a sigh and put her hand on his shoulder. Gently, but firmly, she twist him around and point to the other side of the boat where the land mass is clearly visible.

Celestial:
"Ah! Yes! I see. Well then, I guess this trip is finaly coming to it's end."

Moving across the deck to see the land better. Trem can't believe how untamed it look.

"This is quite a different landscape then back home. I wonder what awaits us here. Home... are we ever..."

Shaking his head, Trem look to Sarari with a weak smile.

We couldn't stay, not without giving you up.


Female HP 24/24; AC 19; T 11; FF 18; Fort +3; Ref +2; Will +3; Initiative +1; Perception +8; Darkvision ; Spells Per Day First: 6/6; SLA Daylight 1/1

Sulia looks cutely perplexed when asked what tribe she was from. "Tribe?" she asks. "I don't know what kind of tribe I am, but I have a family! It's the Farwander family. We lived primarily in Absalom, but have holdings in a few other lands."

She notices the two newcomers and waves. "Oooh! Pretty glyphs!" She observes, "Where are you two from? I was just telling them about my family."

She gives the outsider a smile. She speaks to her in perfect Celestial: "Hello friend! Are you contracted to be here or were you 'sent'? I don't meet many 'sent' even when I was at home. We usually called for visitations."


Male Tiefling Magus (inactive)

A lightly armed wiry stranger with his hood drawn quietly climbs up to the main deck.
He approaches his four fellow travellers who are talking amongst themselves.

He pulls back his hood to reveal a youthful but otherwise unsettling face.
His skin is alabaster white, with the slightly pointed ears of a half-elf.
His thick hair is royal purple and he has two cobalt blue vestigial horns.
His eyes are disturbing; the irises are amber, but with the horizontal pupils of a goat.
His hands are thin but wiry. His cobalt blue fingernails are actually small claws.

"May I join you?"

His voice is smooth, although his manner is a bit abrupt.

"I am Visruþ. A Tiefling. I am alone."

"I left Chelish Khari as soon as Eshena, my mother, died."

"I can use a sword …" patting the pommel of his rapier for emphasis.
"… I know a few spells too."

Quick Note:
The name 'Visruþ' is pronounced "viz-RUHth".
The last letter (þ) is the old English letter thorn for 'th' sounds.


Female HP 24/24; AC 19; T 11; FF 18; Fort +3; Ref +2; Will +3; Initiative +1; Perception +8; Darkvision ; Spells Per Day First: 6/6; SLA Daylight 1/1

"Sure!" Sulia replies, turning to look at him. "The more the- Hey! You have horns! They're pretty. Do you polish them?" She greets the strange man warmly, seeming to ignore any supposed differences between Tieflings and Aasimars.

How do you make that last letter on the forums? I otherwise might have to use 'b' or something.


Male Tiefling Magus (inactive)

Visruþ says "Thanks" with a slight nod to Sulia.

"These?" he says, touching his horns.

"They just are."

"This is more useful, though."
With that, he brings out his tail to be seen briefly,
and then withdraws it quickly back under his light cape.

You can just cut and paste the letter thorn (þ).
I do that all the time. It's just for fun/atmosphere sort of thing.
I use a little text file for that.


Male Human Hedge Witch 2 | hp 12 | AC13 17 with mage armor T12 FF 11 | CMD 13 | F +3 R +3 W +5 | Spd 30' | Init +2 | Heal +6, Kn. : Arc +9; Dungeon +6; Geo +10; Hist +9; Local +5; Nat +9; Nob untrained +4; Planes +9, Perc +5 Spellcraft +9

Sarari was about to answer the young woman question when she notice the hooded figure walking toward them. She instinctively place herself in a more defensive position with her hand on her sword. After the man introduced himself, she seem to relax more as if she acknowledge that the newcomer wasn't a threat.

For Trem, it was the opposite. He only register the new person when he spoke a single word.

Cheliax! Could he be here for me? Would they send someone after me so far south? Would they spend that much resources to get to me?

Looking back at Sulia, he answer her previous question.

"We come from a somewhat far way up north. But that doesn't matter anymore. The important thing now is where we are going."

It has to be a coincidence. Beside, if he wanted us death, he wouldn't have waited to the end of the trip to do it.


Male Tiefling Magus (inactive)

"What about Pridon's Hearth?"
"Money to be made, I hear."


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Your conversation is interrupted by the commotion near the longboats. People hurry to fill the boats and replace the swaying of the ship for the long awaited firm land.

Gallio Menius, a particularly rotund minor noble from Sargava’s capital, demands to be the first ashore. He orders his laborers to load the boxes with personal effects and farming equipment on the boats and soon they slowly draw away from the ship.

Other groups also start to move, your's among them. Shortly after Gallio's departure the five of you take your place in one of longboats and soon arrive at the smaller docks at Island City.

As you disembark and collect your belongings on the fishing dock, an argument grows louder and louder between Gallio and a grizzled-looking man swaying at the end of the dock. You haven't caught the beginning of this fight, but you can clearly hear and see it's ending, as the man swings with a right hook and knocks Gallio to the deck planks. The noble looks more shocked than injured, sitting on the damp wooden dock rubbing his cheek.

"You should be gettin' out of dis land, yafilthy leech!"

The swaying man smashes the bottle he holds against a sturdy dock pylon. The bottle shatters, leaving him holding a vicious spike of serrated glass.

"And if yernot gonna leave... den I guess it’s up to me to makeya!" he ends his tirade.

Sense Motive DC 15:
The man is drunk.


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Male Human Druid, 2 | Hp:17/24 | AC:16 T: 11 FF: 15 | CMD: 11 | Fort:+3 ,Ref:+2 ,Will:+7 | Init:+1 | Perception: +10 Master of Re'!k'th

sense motive: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21
handle animal: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Saurek immediately take notice of the situation and acts.
Drunken fool

Polyglot:
Rei'!K'th please put him into the water


Hp:14/21 | AC:19 T: 13 FF: 16 | CMD:17 | Fort:+4 ,Ref:+6 ,Will:+2 | Init:+3 | Perc:+5 Animal Companion of Sau're'!K

bullrush: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

The dinosaur listens to Saurek and does as it is told. It places it's hea down and runs the drunken man off of the dock, causing him no real harm.


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Male Human Druid, 2 | Hp:17/24 | AC:16 T: 11 FF: 15 | CMD: 11 | Fort:+3 ,Ref:+2 ,Will:+7 | Init:+1 | Perception: +10 Master of Re'!k'th

Saurek steps up to the noble. Drunken fools are not worth your time.


Female HP 24/24; AC 19; T 11; FF 18; Fort +3; Ref +2; Will +3; Initiative +1; Perception +8; Darkvision ; Spells Per Day First: 6/6; SLA Daylight 1/1

Sense motive: 1d20 ⇒ 19

Sulia moves to separate the two when a large reptile manages to do so more aggressively than she had planned. She moves to the edge where the man went over and grabs ahold of one of the pilings, looking down into the water in case the drunkard needs rescuing.

"Was knocking the man around really necessary?" she asked. "I'm sure there was a reason he was mad, but assault isn't the solution."

She pauses, touching a finger to her scarlet lips. "Well, I suppose there are times when hitting the source of the problem *is* the solution, but I didn't see that this was one of them."


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Male Human Druid, 2 | Hp:17/24 | AC:16 T: 11 FF: 15 | CMD: 11 | Fort:+3 ,Ref:+2 ,Will:+7 | Init:+1 | Perception: +10 Master of Re'!k'th

Surprised by the verbal attack of the girl Saurek snaps back.

The man was drunk. He had already knocked his VICTIM prone, pulled a weapon, and showed no signs of stopping his attack.

She is young and underestimates the dangers around her. She will learn through. Experience.

Saurek takes a deep breath an turns back to the noble lying on the ground extending a hand to help the man back to his feet.

I trust you are okay. No real damage done?


Male Human Hedge Witch 2 | hp 12 | AC13 17 with mage armor T12 FF 11 | CMD 13 | F +3 R +3 W +5 | Spd 30' | Init +2 | Heal +6, Kn. : Arc +9; Dungeon +6; Geo +10; Hist +9; Local +5; Nat +9; Nob untrained +4; Planes +9, Perc +5 Spellcraft +9

Seeing that the problem seem to be solve before Trem had the time to react, he decide to avoid getting directly involve at this point.

We missed the cause of this altercation, so there is no way for us to know who started this. Not right now anyway.

Looking around around, he start to wonder out loud.

"Didn’t he had laborers with him? Where are they now, and how come they are not helping their boss?"

If he spot a group of gossipers that could inform him, Trem casually walk toward them. Hoping to get some easy information about the noble and the drunk.


Male Tiefling Magus (inactive)

sense motive: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (12) - 1 = 11
(WIS skills are not Visruþ's strength!)

With things happening before Visruþ can react, he just says:
"Interesting."

Visruþ wrinkles his nose and points in the direction the drunkard went into the water.
And then speaks in fluent Polyglot:
« Kwakufuneka bahlambe! »

Polyglot:
"He needed to wash."

Arbitrarily used Xhosa from Google Translate there.
Just for a little atmosphere sort of thing.


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Re'!k'th the Pachycephalosaurus wrote:
The dinosaur listens to Saurek and does as it is told. It places it's head down and runs the drunken man off of the dock, causing him no real harm.

The drunk flies away into the water, making a large splash. He flounders near the pillar for a few seconds, until Sulia helps him to climb onto the dock. The blow clearly dazed him, as he sits on the planks, staring at the dinosaur and rubbing his eyes in disbelief.

Trem Kiran wrote:
"Didn’t he had laborers with him? Where are they now, and how come they are not helping their boss?"

"I sent them to get my place ready." Gallio stands up, shaking off wood chips and dirt. "I didn't expect to be attacked by some drunk immediately after arrival."

He spreads out his arms and shakes his head.
"But I should have guessed that something like that would happen. No manners, drunks and dirt. What else can you expect from such a place?" he sighs.

Trem Kiran wrote:
If he spot a group of gossipers that could inform him, Trem casually walk toward them. Hoping to get some easy information about the noble and the drunk.

Trem notices some people loitering about and casually approaches them.

"Poor fellow." he hears. "Have ya seen him sober at all lately?"
"Not much, and I don't blame him."
"Malaria be damned!" one of them curses.

They seem to be curious about what will happen next, but as soon as they see a figure, accompanied by two armed men, striding towards the dock, they quickly loose their interest and go about their businesses.

As the figure comes closer, you can see that it is a dark woman with a black curly hair cut very short. She wears a red jacket with some sign on the left side of her chest.
"What is all that ruckus?" she asks in a strict voice, examining the five of you and the drunk. When she sees the man, she sighs and rubs her temples. The woman then looks at the man, not with anger or annoyance, but with sympathy.
"Theos, not again."

The drunk, Theos, only grouses and sobs. The woman draws a breath.
"You two," she waves her hand at the armed men who came with her, "Take him to a cell. And give him some dry clothes."

She turns to all of you, her eyes rested for a moment on Saurek's dinosaur.
"Please, forgive Theos. He didn't mean any harm. He's just... troubled. My name is Adaela Praet, I command the local militia. I'm sorry I couldn't come here earlier, but we have a lot of work here, and not enough men."


Male Elf Slayer 1 AC 16 T 14 F-F 12 Init +6 Fort +2, Ref +6, Will +1 HP 10/10
Adaela wrote:
"He's just... troubled."

Ansado nods. "Most who drink are. If you need more men, I would be glad to help."


Female HP 24/24; AC 19; T 11; FF 18; Fort +3; Ref +2; Will +3; Initiative +1; Perception +8; Darkvision ; Spells Per Day First: 6/6; SLA Daylight 1/1

"That's why I came!"Sulia replies cheerily. "Because you need some help, right? Well, here I am!" she gives the militia leader a smile and an awkwardly incorrect salute. "Sulia Farwander, at your service."


Male Tiefling Magus (inactive)

Visruþ pulls his hood back, not bothering to hide is Tiefling appearance.

He nods politely to Adaela:
"I am Visruþ. I too can help."
"I can use weapons and spells."


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Male Human Druid, 2 | Hp:17/24 | AC:16 T: 11 FF: 15 | CMD: 11 | Fort:+3 ,Ref:+2 ,Will:+7 | Init:+1 | Perception: +10 Master of Re'!k'th

Saurek makes sure to include both Gallio Menius and Adaela Praet as he offers his services.

I am always willing to be of service in whatever way benefits Pridon's Hearth. Although I must admit sitting on a wall or patrolling the streets are tasks that would waste my skills. I am an expert jungle guide however. Keeping others alive in hostile terrains is my specialty.

As the two guards guide Theos away Saurek watches them go. He looks at Adaela and in a low tone addresses the local militia leader.

I hope you do not mind my stepping in. I figured having the man take a swim was far better than many of the other possible outcomes... May I ask what troubles have befallen him?


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Sau're'!K of The Mulaa Tribe wrote:
I hope you do not mind my stepping in. I figured having the man take a swim was far better than many of the other possible outcomes... May I ask what troubles have befallen him?

"Not at all. I'm relieved that this misunderstanding resolved peacefully," she assures you with a smile.

Her face darkens as she answers Saurek's question.
"He lost his wife and son to the disease. Usually malaria is not a problem, since Baldra, our cleric, rarely refuses to help if asked. But they were weakened by the travel and not accustomed to the climate."

Adaela Praet shakes her head.
"They were gone in a day."

"I appreciate your offers," She continues after a brief pause. "But you must be tired after your voayge."

The woman gestures towards the unpaved road, "Let me show you the way to the Stone Hall, our inn. We can talk while walking."


Female HP 24/24; AC 19; T 11; FF 18; Fort +3; Ref +2; Will +3; Initiative +1; Perception +8; Darkvision ; Spells Per Day First: 6/6; SLA Daylight 1/1

"Ahh... Malaria sounds terrible." Sulia comments. "That's really sad. Poor guy."

"How can we help?" she asks, walking along with the group. "I'm not a full cleric or anything, but I'm the next best thing!"


Male Human Hedge Witch 2 | hp 12 | AC13 17 with mage armor T12 FF 11 | CMD 13 | F +3 R +3 W +5 | Spd 30' | Init +2 | Heal +6, Kn. : Arc +9; Dungeon +6; Geo +10; Hist +9; Local +5; Nat +9; Nob untrained +4; Planes +9, Perc +5 Spellcraft +9

"Losing family members can explain the drinking, but why attack Gallio? Do those two have a history of some sort or was this a random act?"

The mention of a inn make Trem worry a bit.

Unless I can get someone to pay for this, I'll be out of gold before the morning


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Male Human Druid, 2 | Hp:17/24 | AC:16 T: 11 FF: 15 | CMD: 11 | Fort:+3 ,Ref:+2 ,Will:+7 | Init:+1 | Perception: +10 Master of Re'!k'th

As the group makes its way down the path Saurek falls into line next to Visruþ. He keeps an ear out for the conversation taking place up in front but also starts a quiet conversation with the tiefling.

polyglot:
I see you speak the language of the Zenj... or a dialect at least. From your dialect I assume you learned in Eledar? Your teacher I assume was of the Ijo tribe? Their people have a reverence for the water that many other tribes do not and it shows in your word choice.


Male Tiefling Magus (inactive)

Visruþ answers Sau're'!K in his language.

Polyglot:
"Yes. I learned the Zenj language in Eledar."
"Useful when one lives here."
"I also speak dragon and orc languages."

"Why are you here?"
"I want to be far away from Cheliax."
"The further the better."


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Male Human Druid, 2 | Hp:17/24 | AC:16 T: 11 FF: 15 | CMD: 11 | Fort:+3 ,Ref:+2 ,Will:+7 | Init:+1 | Perception: +10 Master of Re'!k'th

polyglot:
There is wisdom in learning the language of those that one would go amongst, have you traveled amongst the orcs and Dragons a well?

I have lived in the JUNGLE (The intonation of his word choice communicates the idea that the jungle is a person as well as a place) my whole life and speak its language well. From a young age I have helped northerners avoid the anger of the JUNGLE. It seemed only natural that when northerners traveled south that one like I should come to keep the northerners safe from the dangers found in the JUNGLE and to keep the JUNGLE safe from the dangers found in the northerners.


Male Elf Slayer 1 AC 16 T 14 F-F 12 Init +6 Fort +2, Ref +6, Will +1 HP 10/10

"Someone who is drunk and angry can find a way to blame anyone for anything, with their distorted perceptions. Although they may have a history, i don't know. Regardless, that is a sad story. That man needs help."


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"It's like you said," Adaela nods to Ansado. "Drunken and angry people can find a way to blame anyone - and Theos is both. He resents any newcomer."

While you walk you see different people walking around. Some are interested in the new arrivals, looking at you with interest, some just go about their business, without giving your group a second look. They are what anyone would expect from a colony - a mixed bunch.

"Thank you for your offer," she smiles to Sulia. "There are a lot of things to do in our town, you'll see. But that can wait untill tomorrow."

Everyone recognizes Adaela Praet, which is to be expected from such a small town - everyone knows each other here. She stops a few times to make a small talk, and it seems that she is respected by most around here.

"Here we are - the Stone Hall," she stops in front of two-storeyed building, the only one made of stone as you have seen so far. "Rest here for a night. I'll wait for you in the main hall at dawn, and we'll discuss some matter you may be able to help me with."

You have arrived at Pridon's Hearth. Eat, drink, talk, sleep... Is there something else that adventurers should do?


Male Human Hedge Witch 2 | hp 12 | AC13 17 with mage armor T12 FF 11 | CMD 13 | F +3 R +3 W +5 | Spd 30' | Init +2 | Heal +6, Kn. : Arc +9; Dungeon +6; Geo +10; Hist +9; Local +5; Nat +9; Nob untrained +4; Planes +9, Perc +5 Spellcraft +9

"Since I am planning to make myself a new home here, I'd be more then willing to help make this place better"

Turning to the group. "So my fellow travelers, shall we get a meal all together and celebrate the fact that we made to port safely? And what better way to make new friends then sharing food and stories?"

Not waiting for a response, Trem opens the door wide and walks in as if he own the place, looking for the best table to sit everyone.


Female HP 24/24; AC 19; T 11; FF 18; Fort +3; Ref +2; Will +3; Initiative +1; Perception +8; Darkvision ; Spells Per Day First: 6/6; SLA Daylight 1/1

Sulia seems overjoyed that she's getting a chance to help. She will join everyone at the Stone Hall, glad to have a chance to socialize with her new friends.

"All right! A good place to rest and drink, and good friends to do it with!" she cheers.

When she spots Trem being recalcitrant to spend much money, she will sit down next to him and worriedly put a hand gently on his arm. "Hey, is everything all right?" she asks. "If your purse is a little light I can spot you for today. Let's just have fun for now, okay!"

She's probably reading too much into it.


Male Tiefling Magus (inactive)

"I have some money too."

Visruþ states as he looks around the common room.


Male Human Hedge Witch 2 | hp 12 | AC13 17 with mage armor T12 FF 11 | CMD 13 | F +3 R +3 W +5 | Spd 30' | Init +2 | Heal +6, Kn. : Arc +9; Dungeon +6; Geo +10; Hist +9; Local +5; Nat +9; Nob untrained +4; Planes +9, Perc +5 Spellcraft +9

For a second, Trem look at Sulia and seem to relax a bit. But it only last for a second until Visruþ annonce loud and clear that he has money. Then the ego kick right back in and he straighten up with a confident look.

"Of course we have money! We wouldn't be here if we didn't! Now let's spend some!

You didn't read it wrong, but Trem has is ego!


Male Elf Slayer 1 AC 16 T 14 F-F 12 Init +6 Fort +2, Ref +6, Will +1 HP 10/10

Ansado appears concerned, as if the concept of money is a relatively foreign concept to him.
"I have no money... If you could loan some to me that would be much appreciated.
Darn elf weapons are so expensive! :(


Male Tiefling Magus (inactive)

"I can." offers Visruþ


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Male Human Druid, 2 | Hp:17/24 | AC:16 T: 11 FF: 15 | CMD: 11 | Fort:+3 ,Ref:+2 ,Will:+7 | Init:+1 | Perception: +10 Master of Re'!k'th

Saurek chuckles... I also have no money... But who needs money when the bounty of the jungle surrounds us. I think I will go and see what the lay of the land I like. Perhaps there is a safe place to camp the night on the beach or in sight of the town walls.


Male Tiefling Magus (inactive)

"In cities, money is bounty."
"Even though you can't eat it."


Female HP 24/24; AC 19; T 11; FF 18; Fort +3; Ref +2; Will +3; Initiative +1; Perception +8; Darkvision ; Spells Per Day First: 6/6; SLA Daylight 1/1

"Hey! Hey!" Sulia chides, shaking her head. "We just came in from a long ship ride! I think you all deserve a good night's rest, and I'm not going to let a few bare coinpurses get in the way! I'll cover your rooms for tonight. That way we can start fresh in the morning and see about getting you some income, okay?"

She seems sincerely intent on 'helping', and she is pretty charismatic. The way she is offering would make one think she'd be sad if you were put out into the streets (or wilderness) for the night.


Good Berries:
Going bad today=2,8 In future days
Male Human Druid, 2 | Hp:17/24 | AC:16 T: 11 FF: 15 | CMD: 11 | Fort:+3 ,Ref:+2 ,Will:+7 | Init:+1 | Perception: +10 Master of Re'!k'th

Your concern is unneeded. If you truly have my comfort in mind then asking me to sleep in a building made of stones is not the best way to make me feel comfortable. Trust me when I say that I will sleep better with the sounds of the ocean waves, under the light the stars then in any man made bed. Any are welcome to join me. Please excuse me, I need to inquire of the locals as to where a newcomer may camp safely.


Male Human Hedge Witch 2 | hp 12 | AC13 17 with mage armor T12 FF 11 | CMD 13 | F +3 R +3 W +5 | Spd 30' | Init +2 | Heal +6, Kn. : Arc +9; Dungeon +6; Geo +10; Hist +9; Local +5; Nat +9; Nob untrained +4; Planes +9, Perc +5 Spellcraft +9

Trem look at Saurek "Please stay with us for the meal. If we are to work together tomorrow, it would be good if we start getting to know each other."

Looking at the rest of the group, Trem make sure to do eye contact with everyone. "We need to know and trust each other before we can work together. Knowing each others strength and skills can be life saving in dangerous situation."

Turning back to Saurek. "So I ask again friend. Please sit for the meal. Then, once the time for going off to sleep come, you can go and find a comfortable spot near the water. Deal?"


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Inside the inn there are a dozen round wooden tables, scuffed but otherwise clean and sturdy. Most of them are free - only a couple of men sitting in the corner, drinking beer and lazily poking their meals.

The walls are also made of wood, but are lighter than tables. The fire in the hearth cozily cracks and casts ever changing shadows on the walls.

The owner, a middle aged man with a beard and cleanly shaven head, sits behind the counter, head down, busy with something.


Male Tiefling Magus (inactive)

Visruþ walks up to the owner and just says flatly:
"We are hungry and want to eat."

(Just for fun: diplomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5)
'Charm' is not a word that would describe Visruþ!


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The owner raises his head and frowns for a second when he sees Visruþ's unusual appearance. He relaxes as he sees the others.
"You lot must be this month new arrivals, huh?" he puts away a knife and a wooden figurine, which to be half finished soldier in a breastplate. "Name's Kevro, by the way."

"I've got just the meal you need. Our fishermen catch great fish around here. So, a stew with fish, peppers, herbs and spices. Any drinks? I've got mead, beer, coffee, cocoa drink. Water, of course."

Visruþ - I'd say. White skin, purple hair, amber irises, goat pupils, horns. Quite a view. :)


Good Berries:
Going bad today=2,8 In future days
Male Human Druid, 2 | Hp:17/24 | AC:16 T: 11 FF: 15 | CMD: 11 | Fort:+3 ,Ref:+2 ,Will:+7 | Init:+1 | Perception: +10 Master of Re'!k'th

outside the INN

Saurek looks up at the clouds and sun apparently gauging the weather. It would be wiser for me to get to work. Finding a good spot to camp can sometimes take a while... And the more time I take to build a shelter the more comfortable I will be.. The smaller Zenj man looks down at the ground... But out of consideration for your request I will delay my preparations for tonight... To socialize.

inside the INN

Saurek enters the INN with the others obviously a little uncomfortable. As the rest of the party engages the proprietor in discussions of their dinner Saurek walks to the hearth and warms his hands.


Male Human Hedge Witch 2 | hp 12 | AC13 17 with mage armor T12 FF 11 | CMD 13 | F +3 R +3 W +5 | Spd 30' | Init +2 | Heal +6, Kn. : Arc +9; Dungeon +6; Geo +10; Hist +9; Local +5; Nat +9; Nob untrained +4; Planes +9, Perc +5 Spellcraft +9
Sau're'!K of The Mulaa Tribe wrote:

outside the INN

Saurek looks up at the clouds and sun apparently gauging the weather. It would be wiser for me to get to work. Finding a good spot to camp can sometimes take a while... And the more time I take to build a shelter the more comfortable I will be.. The smaller Zenj man looks down at the ground... But out of consideration for your request I will delay my preparations for tonight... To socialize.

"Thank you my friend."

Once everyone is inside, Trem walk up to the counter with Visruþ.

"Good day my good man, I am Trem Kiran, my friend and I would like to eat in your..." Trem looks around the room not used to such simple accomodation. "...nice inn."

"Fish stew it is, one for everyone. Also, some of us will be passing the night here. May we inquire about the services available?"

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