[Roll20] GM Karael's Reign of Winter - The Snows of Summer

Game Master GM Karael

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I'm interested. Also are you okay with characters who may have a connection with one of the winter witches we meet in the campaign? I'm taking the failed winter witch apprentice trait so I wanted to make sure.

Ooooooo, Reign of Winter! Love me some cold blooded antics... and... other cold jokes.

...I'll just start working on that app now...

The way this is merely dotted I suspect closed recruitment

Ooooooo, Reign of Winter! Love me some cold blooded antics... and... other cold jokes.

...I'll just start working on that app now...

Allow me

Should this turn out to not be a closed recruitment I'd like to throw my hat in.

i am interested as well.

Sorry for the confusion folks. As I have a party of three already it is likely we'll be searching for just the one player. Party makeup is still in the works. For those interested please feel free to simply dot interest for now, and submit your characters backgrounds and for a bit of fun and showcasing, roleplay with others who have done so in a tavern setting. My current players may jump in and join the fray at their discretion.

There's no start date yet as I'm still in preparation. But here are the creation rules.

Level 1
Point Buy: 15
HP: Max 1st level. 1/2+1 for the remainder.
Traits/Drawbacks: One regular trait, plus one campaign trait. No Drawbacks. No Rich Parents/Chosen Child.
Races: Core only.
Classes/Archetypes: All. Prestiges are fine.
Feats: No Leadership until 7th level.
Alignment: Any good.
Wealth: Average for class, or roll.
No 3rd party material.

You're encouraged to begin play without cold-weather gear, and to do your best to separate player knowledge from character knowledge. Keep in mind, it is Summer in Heldren.

Please take the time to skim through the player's guide as well, it is very helpful. It can be downloaded here on Paizo for free.

I'd like to also add, this campaign will be conducted via Roll20 and we'll be utilizing skype as well. Downtime will be spent here on the forums for a sort of campfire RP time between sessions. Our time zone is EST and will likely be playing on the weekends. (Fri-Sun)

I'm interested. Also are you okay with characters who may have a connection with one of the winter witches we meet in the campaign? I'm taking the failed winter witch apprentice trait so I wanted to make sure.

Not a problem, in fact I encourage it. :)

Hi. I'm one of the Roll20 dudes. Name's Luka and I'm looking to play a Druid of sorts in this campaign, I'm thinkin'.

If I get in of course.

So. A question for the GM is. Do you accept our applications based off of like, the OOC person or are you looking for a character sheet from me before I get officially accepted?

So. A question for the GM is. Do you accept our applications based off of like, the OOC person or are you looking for a character sheet from me before I get officially accepted?

A bit of both. I want to make sure each applicant is someone who will fit in with the party as I want this to be a positive experience for everyone. A sheet isn't necessary quite yet, but it will play a part when the time comes.

The Hero Luka wrote:

So. A question for the GM is. Do you accept our applications based off of like, the OOC person or are you looking for a character sheet from me before I get officially accepted?

A bit of both. I want to make sure each applicant is someone who will fit in with the party as I want this to be a positive experience for everyone. A sheet isn't necessary quite yet, but it will play a part when the time comes.

Ah, alright. I'll focus my efforts on finding the most obscure avatar on here then.

hello i'm David from roll 20. the guy who wanted to play the half-elf alchemist.

Hey guys. An update, turns out we'll be taking in two players for a max party size of 5. One of the party has an eccentric schedule, so he may be absent on occasion. For those of you who have character concepts in mind, please feel free to role-play here. Setting is a generic tavern, busy and bustling.

We're also looking to begin play around the 24th of this month. Exact date and time will depend on interest.

Miro walks into the tavern. The halfling looked for a nice spot to sit among the bustle. He pulled from his bag a nice cup and asked for a pitcher of water from a barmaid. Giving her a nice slap on the butt as she turned to fetch the water. He smiled at the people in the bar as he pulled a large tin from his bag as well.

He mouthed thank you to the barmaid as he received his pitcher. He then mixed in a few scoops of whatever was in the tin into the pitcher. He begins waving his arms around, saying weird words on occasion. Grabbing the pitcher and looking about at any onlookers, he then pointed his finger from the pitcher to the cup and a long thin steaming stream of black liquid made its way out of the pitcher, did a loop and into his awaiting cup.

He sniffed the steaming liquid in the cup as if it was a nymphs hair. He slowly brings the cup to his lips... and after taking the smallest of sips. Immediately drops the hot liquid onto his lap and yelled! "HOT HOT HOT!!!" The coffee soiled halfling now runs over to the nearest cup of ale and douses his crotch in it. A rejoicing smile appears on his face. He then turns to the ales original patron. The smile still on his face, "Want some coffee?"

I see, mostly likely my character will be in the back of the tavern. mostly drinking alone trying to overhear some of hunters at the location of local plants. some of the local hunters give him funny looks as he has been to use a few of his bomb to solve problem he might have. their was a rumor at one point that he was a grandson of a witch but many people just deal with him. he has a lot of knowledge on plants and has been to make potions to heal people which the town is happy to have. some of the local citizen do ask him to make a few potions mostly for healing. some teenage girl ask for a love potion at some point from him. it did not work.

Jerex waltzes into the tavern, taking in the sights most familiar to those of his trade. His practiced voice orders a pint of mead, and he glances around at the other patrons in the bar, taking note of any adventuring types like himself. He rests his longspear against a table, and settles into the seat next to it. He sips at his mead, laughing with the other patrons near him, and starts telling them a riveting tale of where he's from.

While not as knowledgeable as other bards, Jerex can weave a tale as intriguing as the best. He spies some peculiar people listening off to the side, and invites them all to listen to his tale.

A figure enters the common room of the tavern. He is tallish but not unusually so with unruly dark hair and a scrub of a beard. The man has a quick look about before stepping to the bar with a purpose. After ordering an ale with a curt word and the flip of a coin, he catches the end of the halfling coffee debacle. He makes his way over with a smile and chuckles to Miro, "I've never seen one of your kin struggle so with the business end of a drinking vessel."

Made for another campaign and not selected, so he's not at 15pt buy just yet, but the backstory, concept still stands.

tis i of roll20, atli and i am here to hopefully join, one may know me as the butler with the teapot

i am going to try and go for either a half orc barbarian or skald, maybe even a blade bound magus, though as we have enough spell casting already i am likely to go for a fighter or barbarian, fighter being more akin to a goodly character

i am going to try and go for either a half orc barbarian or skald, maybe even a blade bound magus, though as we have enough spell casting already i am likely to go for a fighter or barbarian, fighter being more akin to a goodly character

Miro is going to be a switch dps, Ranged and Melee and not relying on spells to much. So be a caster if you really want to. It'll be more up to how you RP than what slot you fill in the party anyway.

Miro with a flick of his finger removes the ale and coffee crotch mixture magically back into the mug. He then sets it down with a satisfying thump onto the table. "Thanks for letting me borrow this." He then flips a copper piece at the man while smiling. "For your troubles."

He then responds to the man next to him without looking, "Ah! Saying all halflings are drinkers aye? I'll show you the business end of my fist!" He turns and his eyes fixate on this tall burly man and his face goes white. "C-cmon, p-put em up, p-put em up..." You note that Miro has now backed all the way back up to his seat, which is about 10ft away from where he was standing when he started his conversation with you. "Th-that's right you better b-back away! Y-yeah, don't wanna mess with me hahaha! Although, since I am a generous halfling I'll let y-you off the hook if you come have some coffee with me... Coffee is good, g-great for apologizing!"

Ussop Style Bluff: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Well... That worked out swimmingly!

Ugh I want to submit but im on PST

well in that case, i might be a half elf black dragon sorcerer, an inspiration from a different character :)

A veritable storm of emotions quickly plays across the man's face, naked curiosity ranging to wonder at the halfling's dweomer and dim rage at the presentation of fists before the smile returns, larger this time as he lets out a genuine laugh.

Walking over to the halfling's table, he takes a seat. "I'll meet you half way. I'll share your company with my ale and you can keep your coffee for now. What name do you go by?" He then takes a hardy gulp before ungently sitting his mug down.

"I don't like it either..." uttered Locke suddenly, startling the merchant from his appraisal of the pelts piled on the stall in front of him.
"Pardon?" replied the vendor unsure of what spurred the Hunters remark.
"Sorry, not you, was replying to my 'ol girl here." he responded, reaching over and petting the head of the old grizzled wolf that had been sitting and staring - silently - unnervingly at the merchant the whole time.
"I see..." was all the merchant could retort.
"She can feel it in her bones, she can. Somethings not right. The animals sense it too. A storm's brewing, it is. You feel it, dont you Sha?"
"..ot! Ho..! H..t!" A sudden burst of exclamations eminate out from the inn beside them causing the wolf turn and face that direction, The first motion she made since they approached the merchant to sell their goods.
"You're the boss." Locke responded to some unseen exchange with his partner. "You heard the lady, hurry up and count em. They're all there, just as I said, there's some people we need to meet..."

OOC Not sure how to do all that fancy bold or rolls n such. did i do it right? I don't use forums often. :P Also not sure if the spots are filled or not but it's fun to RP anyhoo

Greetings!

Miro almost falls down as the man sits most ungracefully. "Ok not gonna die... again..." Miro sits upon his chair hesitantly.
"I-I accept your terms of surrender sir!"
He grabs his cup that lays on its side on the table. Fills it with more coffee... blows on it very carefully... and takes a sip.
"I go by the name of Miro Calaway!" He takes out a copper piece and flicks it at the burly man. "For your troubles."

Catching the piece without looking, he looks to his hand and ponders for a moment before stowing it away with a shrug. Catching his mug aloft, he holds it to Miro,"Well meet, Miro. Those fortunate enough to know me as a friend call me Einrik." He punctuates this by taking another large gulp, belching and loudly calling for more ale.

Following Sha into the tavern, Locke and his wolf are greeted by several many uneasy stares from patrons around the room along with the blanching barkeep and the sight of the pair.
"Come Girl, let's mind our P's and Q's with the locals." Locke says as he approaches the barkeep who's face looks like he's eaten a dozen pickled goodberries left out in the afternoon sun.
Ignoring the mans sour appearance, Locke dispenses a gold coin and sets it in front of the man. The shiny luster instantly dissolves the mans frown into an eager smile.
"For a pitcher of ale, a large bowl, and for..." he nods his head to Sha, who's come up beside Locke and the bar "...the hospitality you'll show us tonight, is what it's for."
The barkeep makes a mock attempt at deliberating until the glint on the newly pressed coin convinces him to nod in agreement.
As the keep disappears most likely for the bowl, Locke scans the room for a place to sit. As his eyes drift across the many tables filled with patrons huddled inward in some attempt to become invisible, he notices a table with ample free seats, accompanied by a peculiar halfling - that is to say, an average halfling - and, as if in a mocking juxtaposition, a rather imposing figure in some argument perhaps?
Mumbling his thanks to the keep, Locke takes his pitcher and bowl in each hand and ambles over to the table. Whatever argument the two might have had seems to have been resolved by the time he sits down at the table for the halfling has returned to his seat and exchanges greetings with his counterpart punctuated by an exchange of a coin.
"I hope i'm not intruding on some personal affair, it's just this appears to be the only table with ample room for me and my partner. My name is Locke, it is, and this here is Sha. We don't spend much time in town you see, and I was wondering if one of you might allow me to pick your ear on what's to know these days, i hoped."
Without waiting for a response, Locke sits down on the other side of the table, next to Sha, who's taken seat next to his chair and sets the bowl on the table in front of her. Pouring a large portion of ale into the bowl first, he then gestures the remainder of the pitcher to the two across the table.

By the way, i'm RPing this as having a wolf pet but it'd be super cool to have some sort of bird or another. Havent been on the PF scene in a long time and aren't sure if there's things i can do to make that a more viable option. Of course, flavor-wise, all is ok, but i hate being dead weight when the going gets tough lol. Any suggestions?

Miro jumps onto his seat at the sight of the wolf and points ferociously at the wolf, "W-would that w-wolf like some c-coffee?!" He then reaches into his pouch an pulls forth a copper piece. He slowly aims the copper piece at the new man. "For your troubles." He then flicks the coin and it lands in the pitcher of ale.

By the way, i'm RPing this as having a wolf pet but it'd be super cool to have some sort of bird or another. Havent been on the PF scene in a long time and aren't sure if there's things i can do to make that a more viable option. Of course, flavor-wise, all is ok, but i hate being dead weight when the going gets tough lol. Any suggestions?

Some good options for a birdlike companion include an eagle, hawk or an owl.

"As far as knowing what's to know, no," smiles Einrik as he waits for a tick. With a more somber affect, he continues, "I just go where the wind takes me."

Offering his hand to Sha, he asks, "Is it normal in your culture to bring one's pet along for a pint?"

In walks in a tall thin man, his ears are pointed, but not to the extreme degree of other elves, he is pale and with a rather skeletal like appearance, especially with shadows on his eye sockets. his hair is down to his shoulders, rather spiky, especially with 2 pairs of horn like structures coming from the base of his forehead that look to be styled from his hair. his nails are black. across his forearms and neck are black scales. He wears a heavy robe which is navy and outlines are purple. His despite being red are not filled with bad intent but rather show a kind disposition. He walks towards the bar and asks for the weakest drink that they have, after gaining it he then sits by an empty table next to the group, showing rather little interest in them.

hi! i come from roll20, and i have a meriad of character i could choose from:

- a curious gnome summoner that escaped from a magic school after not liking the demonic-like path they were taking
- a militaristic but "social" half elf inquisitor of sarenrae, with a zeal for his faith and a bit of a trust issue
- a tough half-orc barbarian from a tribe of proud and brave warriors of a harsh environment looking to kill something important to regain its clan lost honor (invulnerable rager if possible)
- a former troublemaker dwarf, made into a monk to learn discipline and thus found a healthier way to focus his energy (flowing monk if possible)

im curious about the summoner, but ive never played anything like it so i dont know how it would turn out.
the inquisitor is not exactly what i usually play but it's more like it and it's a nice variation, plus i played 1-2 sessions with it already (a few years ago)
otherwise, the other 2 are the kind of character i usually play

what would you reccomend?

no summoners allowed i believe

I'm another guy from Roll20, the one who had several character concepts. Here's my roleplay of Elandro Taure, the half-elf ranger with a family history, along with a paladin, fighter, sorcerer, oracle, and magus I'm considering playing. I would join into the existing roleplay happening, but since I don't know which character you want, I decided to write the whole thing between these six.

Its about sunset, and the tavern is starting to fill up. A tall, slender, dark-haired figure walks in with a bow and quiver on his shoulder. Not someone you'd really pay attention to, normally, but there is something about him that makes you... think.

His eyes are a dark blue, almost violet, and he seems focused on everything. He quickly scans over the patrons of the bar, and spotting an empty table, makes his way over, hanging his quiver on the back of his chair. He steps over the local bounty board and peruses it for a moment before returning to his seat.

The waitress walks over. "Hey hon, can I get you anything?"

The stranger looks at her, his eyes picking out every single detail of the server. Shoes, clothing, hair color, stance, facial expression; not unlike a wolf eyeing its prey. "How much for your ale, ma'am?"

The waitress's expression, unaccustomed to this kind of politeness, softens slightly. "Five copper for a pint or two silver for a pitcher."

The stranger's hands, calloused from extensive use of a bow but still nimble and dexterous, pulls out a silver coin. "In that case, I'll have a pint," he says handing the coin to the waitress, "and some information."

The waitress takes the silver and shrugs. "What kind of information?"

"I noticed a bounty on that board. One for a farm that needs to be checked out, north-east of the city. Can you give me any further information on it?"

"Sure, hon. Farm's owned by a family named Irron. Good, quiet folk, but not this quiet. Papa Irron comes into town once a week regularly, but hasn't been seen for the last two weeks."

"I see. And this is unusual enough that someone would want someone like... me... to check up on them?"

"Best I can figure."

"Thank you, ma'am. I won't keep you any longer."

The archer pulls out a notebook and a stick of charcoal, noting down what the waitress told him, sipping his ale. He puts the book away, and stands up. Right as he does, someone bumps into him. "Hey, watch it, buddy!"

"My apologies." As the archer walks towards the bar, the other man checks his pocket and finds the stranger's coin purse there. He chuckles and goes to put the stranger's coin in his own purse only to find that HIS coin purse was missing.

"Hey! Thief!"

The archer turns around, one eyebrow raised and a bemused expression on his face. "That is a strange word coming from you."

"Give me back my bag of coins!"

"I'm afraid you're mistaken. I have exactly one bag of coins on me at this time, a bag which the waitress has seen me take coins out of. If I was a thief, I'd have TWO bags, wouldn't I?"

"Enough! Give it back now, or..."

"Or what?" a man in armor carrying a holy symbol steps up, his eyes blue and clear, his hair blonde and shoulder-length. He turns to the archer after a mumbled Zone of Truth. "Did you steal his coin purse?"

"If I did, I would have two bags, wouldn't I?"

The man, now revealed to be a paladin, nods thoughtfully. "True. Do you have one bag or two bags on your person?"

"I have two bags, but only one containing coins."

"What's the other bag?" The archer points to the backpack on his back. "Ah, fair enough." The paladin turned to the other man. "What happened?"

"I bumped into him on purpose and stole his coin purse, but when I went to put his coins into my own, mine wasn't there!"

The paladin shakes his head. "How many coin purses do you have with you right now?"

"Seven."

The paladin quickly scans them both with Detect Evil. The archer shows up as not evil while the cutpurse registers as evil.

The paladin thinks to himself. "Two wrongs do not make a right, but I cannot prove that you," he points to the archer, "stole from him, while I CAN prove that you," he points to the cutpurse, "have stolen from several people. Come with me." The paladin takes the cutpurse out the door and delivers him to the town guards, telling them what he discovered while leaving out the most recent exchange. In the meantime, the archer has paid for information from the barkeep regarding local threats and was returning to his table.

"Hey, sticky fingers with the bow," he hears from a table. He looks over to see a woman, probably in her 20s, with ice-blue eyes. Damn good-looking to boot. She was sitting with a human in full-plate and a wiry-looking human with a touch of in his eyes. "You looking for a place to sit?"

"Perhaps."

"Well, pull up a chair. The pali'll be back in a few, and I'm not sure I want him to know what I'm about to tell you."

"You have my attention," says the archer as he pulls up a chair.

The woman laughs. "How good are you with that bow?"

"Best I know, but I don't know many."

"Any good at traps?"

"Traps are mildly annoying nuisances that I am particularly good at setting and disarming on a regular basis."

"In that case, I think we'll get along just fine." The woman gestured at the others. "This is Tug. Not too talkative, but he's effective. We usually just call him Tank. Singa [pronounced Sin-ja], well he's pretty good with a few spells. Claims to be part dragon, but I don't believe a word of it."

"Hey, its true!"

"You reek of ice elemental, and you know it. Anyway, I'm Kiora, our resident ice mistress and healer when we need it."

"An adventuring party in need of a ranged expert, I see."

"Yeah, and you came at just the right time. The pali you've already met is with us, too, but I figured you'd feel more comfortable talking while he's out doing his 'civic duty.'"

"What's his deal, anyway?"

"Oh, he's all right, most of the time. Cayden Cailean's paladins tend to have a significantly smaller great club up their tail than most, but if he gets word of slavers, whoo boy. Just step out of the way."

"You said you're a healer. Which god?"

"Meh, I give Gozreh lip service, but I'm not exactly his cleric or priest or what have you. I'm an oracle."

"Huh, that's interesting."

"Yeah, its not normal, I know. However, a little frost in the blood isn't a bad thing."

"Yeah, and I would know," piped up Singa. "Kiora doesn't believe it, but I got ice dragon in my veins. Yeah, okay, so there's some ice elemental there too, but it's not like I chose to have that."

"My father had the blood of an ice dragon, too. You have the same look."

"Wait, you're a sorcerer too?!"

The archer laughed. "Oh no! My sister got that blood, my brother got a little bit, but I didn't get any."

"What do you mean, a little bit?"

Right as those words come out of Singa's mouth, the door opened to reveal a scimitar-wielding half-elf who looked a LOT like the archer. "Elandro! You should have told me you'd be in town!"

"Mendala, you crazy devil..."

"Whoa, them's fightin' words..."

"Just get yourself a beer." Elandro turned back to the group. Mind if he joins us?"

"Sure, why not?" said Kiora.

"Don't mind if I do!" He stuck his hand out to the oracle. "Mendala, master of the dance of icy death."

The group each shook Mendala's hand. With the young sorcerer, a small shimmer of frost energy lanced between their hands when they shook. "A fellow descendant of the frost dragon, I see?"

"Told ya!"

Kiora just shrugged. Finally, the paladin came back in. "Whoa, this table grew. And aren't you the guy I just..."

"Gorun," Kiora interrupted, "these are Elandro and Mendala. They'll be coming with us on that farm job."

"Always a pleasure to meet new people," the paladin shook hands with the half-elf brothers, then turned to Kiora. "So, ready to make some money?"

The NG Human Winter Oracle with the Haunted curse grinned, mirroring the grins of Elandro the CG Half-Elf Trapbreaker Ranger, Mendala the CG Half-Elf Eldritch Scion Magus of the Silver Dragon Bloodline, Singa the NG Human Crossblooded Sorcerer of the Silver Dragon and Elemental Water (Ice for flavor) bloodlines, Gorun the LG human Paladin, and Tank the Human Armor Master. "Always."

no summoners allowed i believe

Any paizo classes are fine. Including Summoner.

Urga the Ogre Prophet staggers into the warm glow of the tavern, bringing pitchers of ale for the group, "Drink well my friends! Storm clouds gather on the horizon and I fear that soon fate will test our mettle. Strong drink will fortify you for the trials ahead. But, I see that I have interrupted. Please, continue with your stories. I would know who I ride to battle with."

A short, slender figure of a man approaches Jerex at his invitation, pulling back a black hood. Dark hair hangs like a curtain over bright, piercing blue eyes that seem to shimmer in the light of the common room. Upon his brow is a tattoo of a quarter moon in black ink, in contrast to his pale skin.

He pulled back the long cape about his shoulders revealing a well-tailored black and silver lined straight-jacket. At his waist, a decorated silver dagger in its sheath hung from his belt.

The man stopped before Jerex, reining in his cloak and taking the foremost seat before the bard. For his size and build, he looked surprisingly mature, his gaze knowing. "Well met. I'm a bit of a collector of sorts, and your tale I suspect would be a fine addition to my collection. I am called Malakai."

I'm TemplarWarden from Roll20

Cloaked and hooded, a small figure splashed through the freshly form puddles. The rain had only just begun to fall. The edge of a brewing storm. The figure fought off a shiver from the brisk cooling wind.

Ahead the wooden facade of the Tavern beckoned. Shelter and warmth. Exactly what a weary runaway needed.

The door slipped open, the visitor wincing in the darkness of their hood at the conspicuous squeaking of the hinges. Thankfully for them the arrival of yet another warm body wrapped in a cloak wasn't a cause for attention.

Slipping further inside, trained blue eyes flickered over the numerous and varied patrons. Searching and analysing each one, concluded that they were no imminent threats the stranger navigated carefully towards one of the few tables not crowded with rowdy villagers.

Shrugging her backpack from her and a long bundle of wrapped cloth from her shoulders she slipping into a free seat. A small figure next to a pair of rough looking men and powerful canine, although taller than the nervous looking halfing.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

The voice which emerged from the hood was soft and gentle and distinctly feminine. A dainty, calloused hand pushed back the hood, revealing a waterfall of blistering red hair and the face of a young, attractive woman. Although completely offset by the grim set of her mouth, even as she attempted an awkward smile.

no summoners allowed i believe

i saw this on another campaign. are they overpowered or something? (even if so, i doubt i would be since i never played one or even something similar to one)

Any paizo classes are fine. Including Summoner.

that's nice to hear (or read? :/ )

sees the new arrival, having a rather concerned and confused look towards the Ogre Prophet, raising an eyebrow "Rather Excited for war and combat are we? even for these times. Are you maybe hoping to make bloodshed in a future battle?"

anyways, is there any preference on wich character should i play? (like "there are too many arcane, and no divine, go with inquisitor" or "there's not enough frontliners, go barbarian/monk" or something like that)

Pick whichever one for now, should you be picked we'll sort out specifics later.

Taking his hand back, Einrik indicates an empty seat at the table as dark eyes offer the new arrival a simultaneously appraising and warm smile. "So long as you don't mind such strange company," says he, "I'm Einrik, the halfling there is Miro and this one with the wolf is Locke."

After a pause, he continues with a silly grin, "Seems to have been touched with a bit of the talking sickness since sitting down. What shall we call you?"

Those in the bar hear the sound of a door closing in the upper levels of the establishment. Moments later a man would appear descending the stairs into the bar all the while pulling on a pair of leather gloves. His hair rested astray and with little care he continued over to the bar. The onlookers notice a mask strapped to his hip with whimsical designs artistically placed about it, he wore a nice black suit vest and white buttons up shirt underneath, black pants and shoes to match, but what took most off guard was the floating weapon at his side attached by some invisible strings it would seem as it moved rhythmically with his body. His entrance took some off guard though others seemed intrigued or in awe of it. In a nonchalant voice he asks,

"got any apple juice?"

"of course?" the barkeep responds....

"I'll have a scotch...", the man would say. Sarcasm and self enjoyment was heard in his voice as he smiled unlike the barkeep. Before moving over to the now larger group of people now forming with a smile he would stop steps before them. "Pardon my late arrival to this most lively of occasions, but might I be allowed to join in your festivities?" and even wider grin spreads across his face.

With a slight bow and tilt of the head he would finally introduce himself, "The names Xander Bellamue"

Got room for one more

Miro begins counting his copper for the many new arrivals... He then shakes his head. "Not enough copper for all yah... Need to make change..." He says in a low whisper, almost assuring himself. Miro returns his coin to its pouch and grabs his cup of coffee. Taking a slow drink from it...

"Miro Calaway is my name. Your all welcome to some coffee if you so choose... I have three more cups... Um well, two you can drink from... The other... Well it's not meant for drinking, well that's a lie, technically you are supposed to drink from it, but um.. oh dear me um well... Just don't, ok? Please and thank you."

Hello SCKnightHero1 here and here is my character Lyrev! I think she's 15 point but if not I can easily fix her.