TET(With a T this time)'s pantflyer campaign (No, it's not dirty.)

Game Master Halflingtime


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And so it begins! 3rd of Rova, Wealday
It is a beautiful but rainy morning in Maheto, Taldor. Despite the smoke rising from the many blacksmithing forges within this lively settlement, the air is somehow fresh and clean... though just a tad bit nippy, the way the natives are used to it.
Even the weeds along the cobbles in the main squares are green. The place is just a tad bit nippy, as can be expected in the mornings next to a mountainside, but sooner or later, things will warm up.

The city contains a bit more than 11,000 inhabitants, and a majority of them do their business by day, though much of it includes going into the perpetual dark of the nearby Hillstead and Crownbluff mines. The local dwarf population guarantees the massive temple to Torag built into the bluffs.

While there are two stables, nearly everyone brings their pack animals into town. Ponies, mules, and donkeys can be heard clomping about, dragging carts full of ores, gems, and worked metal from one artisan to the next.

Manny:

No one bothers to rap on the goblin's door this morning, but the hovel, while aromatic in the rain, is less than comfortable with a persistent leak acting up.


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Sorval:

The rain can be heard pouring outside your shuttered window in the Errant Wolf Inn. Between that and the sounds of the smiths getting to work, you imagine going back to sleep will no longer be easy: nor would you want it to be.
This will be your first day in which you are settled in enough to make inquiries, but so far, you've only met a few people in town, such as Torvin Gutwald, the dwarven innkeeper with a gruff attitude; Arriette La Bourgiea, the woman who manned the stables yesterday, and Bhert, a stree urchin you paid to help you get to a place to stay.
Breakfast should be ready.

Manny:

Some places will provide food for a decent price, if Manny is so inclined, and almost any inn in town will be drier than your hovel until the rain lets up.
Your options include the Errant Wolf Inn, The Three Ears, and The Orc's Arms.
The latter is the one for the richest travelers, whilst the Three Ears is a common place for your coworkers to hang out. The Errant Wolf is the most popular with adventurers, though.


male minotaur cleric of Baphomet 6 | HP64/64 | AC19/18/11 | Init:+1 | Perception:+3 | Lowlight/Darkvision | Fort:+9 Ref+4 Will+9
Resources:
Channel 4/4 | Fury 6/6 | Ferocious Strike 6/6
Active Buffs:

Moo.

More to come later.


Female Catfolk Magus 3|| Hp 11 / 26 (0 Non-lethal) ||AC 16 Touch 12 FF 14 || F4 R3 W2||Init+4||

Sorval yawns and stretches; muscles feeling cramped from her journey to this mining town. She never did like travelling on horseback... but he would have died on the road alongside his master had she not taken him with her; bandits being what they were, murdered the poor courier.

She finishes her morning routine and picks up her spell book... wondering if she could get a job as a smith. Realizing she does not desire to change her repetoire; she gets dressed, buckles on her Rapier, and heads downstairs for breakfast.

I hope that's an acceptable first post


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Sorval:

Sorval is greeted with the sight of a dining/common area with a hearth and bar. There are four tables lined together, and while they can probably accommodate over forty guests under certain circumstances, today there are only 15 people sitting here. The universal breakfast today seems to be porridge.

The innkeeper is awake and at his bar, but is more likely to be serving some sort of tea than ale at this time of day. But, then again, this is a heavily dwarven settlement, and the pewter tankards being used by the guests here could contain anything.

A bulletin board is set up next to the stairwell will several colorful fliers.


Female Catfolk Magus 3|| Hp 11 / 26 (0 Non-lethal) ||AC 16 Touch 12 FF 14 || F4 R3 W2||Init+4||

Her white hair bouncing in tune with her every poised and practice steps; brushing just barely against her smooth shoulders. She walks into the common room; her dark blue eyes alit with more curosity she should show... but she doesn't care... its the scent of freshly baked goods that draw her. With her face gentle and white tail flicking calmly she asks Gutwald where the smell is.

EDIT: Is there anything I missed


Female Catfolk Magus 3|| Hp 11 / 26 (0 Non-lethal) ||AC 16 Touch 12 FF 14 || F4 R3 W2||Init+4||

woops-feel free to ignore the the scent thing and resulting inquiry


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Sorval:

Gutwald looks up from a slateboard where he'd been toying with writing something, his black beard coated in flour and chalkdust. Upon seeing his latest guest, he grabs a tankard and filling it with something from a nearby tap that Sorval's nose confirmed did have some kick to it.

Darnit. Ninja'd but fixed.


Female Catfolk Magus 3|| Hp 11 / 26 (0 Non-lethal) ||AC 16 Touch 12 FF 14 || F4 R3 W2||Init+4||

"Good morning to you; Master Gutwald, I'm thinking of a bath would you be able to set me up with one? and some porridge as well."


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Marduzi:

Sleeping on a bedroll between giant distilleries is actually much more pleasant than it sounds. The Flowing Cup is a well-insulated building, after all, and small torches light what barred and curtained windows don't. It seems Father Stillheim has yet to awaken, anyway, as the building is still dark and smells of Acolyte Jory's pipeweed during his nightly coping with insomnia.

The latter young man seems to have finally fallen asleep in as creative a pose as ever, his pillow over his face and with one leg up against a barrel.

Father Stillheim, a kind but unhealthily obsessive individual (when it comes to his brews, at least, which seem to occupy much of his non-spiritual-advising time) is the only person in the brewery who actually sleeps in a bedroom, but he does go out of his way to make sure the area down below is kept clean and habitable.

Being that the oracle's internal clock says it's still a bit early and his fellow divine casters are going to be out of it for a while, Marduzi has only the arrival of Quintena and Filbell to look forward to in the near future, provided no one comes to the doors.

Within seconds, Quintena, a stocky human girl with boots far too large for her person enters quietly. She has an aversion to waking up men with hangovers when she checks on the stills. She's dripping wet, too. It's probably raining outside.


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Sorval:

The innkeeper looks at the catfolk woman for a few seconds before bursting into amused laughter.
"Been near three months since las' I heard someone as' fer tha' specifically... Have ta practically force them dow' some guests throats ta keep tha place smellin' decent. Sure thing, lass, but mind ye pick tha' 'airs out o' the tub when yer done."

With that, Sorval recieves directions to a small adjoined room to the structure where water pools in a small pond-like structure once a rope on a nozzle is pulled. Despite the cold of the area, the water is hot to the touch.
Some soap is provided, but it's not so much luxurious as functional.


Female Catfolk Magus 3|| Hp 11 / 26 (0 Non-lethal) ||AC 16 Touch 12 FF 14 || F4 R3 W2||Init+4||

Sorval secures the door and bathes... ignoring the soap and using her own. She spends about forty minutes in there cleaning her almost smooth skin. And another ten cleaning out the tub and getting redressed.


M Goblin Rogue3HP 22/22,Init+4,F3R7W3Per8AC17T15FF13

Manny grumbles and paws at his face as the dripping water from the roof splats down on him. Rolling over, he pulls his mat and blankets out of the way and shakes a fist at his roof, thinking that he will soon need to swipe some wood and nails to patch it.

Manny's ugly green face is soon hidden under a rough sack and he grabs a crude walking stick as part of his cover as a deformed halfling begger. Pushing out of his ramshackle home, Manny stumps down to The Three Ears for morning gruel.


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Horfil:

Like Sorval, you have been staying at the Errant Wolf, an inn of decent quality run by a brusque dwarf named Torvin Gutwald. In the past week, you've seen much of the dwarvish day-to-day life in this town through your windows and looking at the visitors at meals. They're a rough, hardworking people who have a very hard time justifying any social activity that doesn't include hard work or drinking. There are some exceptions, but they are not the rule.

Today you woke up to the sounds of rain and can hear the bustle that signifies breakfast is in progress. The food here... while warm and nutritious, is often bland and tasteless. This seems to be the rule across the board, though the ales are quite good.

Gutwald prepares a tankard of milk and mead for you, snorting a little bit as he does so.

The dining/common room consists of four tables lined up together in front of a hearth, and around 15 people are eating porridge here.

There is a bulletin board by the stairwell that reaches up to the rooms.

Sorval enters from a door to the left whose purpose Horvil had already gleaned to be a bathroom, complete with a hotspring tub.


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Sorval:

An elf you've only seen in passing a couple of times is seated at the bar next to the innkeeper. He doesn't seem to be a local.

Horvil:

The catfolk has a grace about her that isn't common for the locals. You think she came in yesterday.


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Manny:

Manny has no problem ducking pony carts or pushing around the metalworkers as they walk about with buckets of water from pumps on the street corner (tough some enterprising individuals leave buckets out to collect the rain, as well).
The Three Ears is closer to the southern end of the town, and the road surrounding it isn't well maintained.
It's a three story building, but the third floor had to be boarded off due to structural problems the owner allegedly hasn't gotten enough profits to repair it.

The chimney cocks off to an angle and blow hearthsmoke horizontally. How the remaining backlash doesn't flood the bar, you are unsure.

The room is dark and smokey, but not dangerously so when you open the doors to escape from the rain. Amos and Sirra, the most dysfunctional couple of lovers/sneakthieves you've ever seen are going at it in a darker portion of the room, bickering about the latter burning breakfast.
The woman who runs the bar is far more professional. She has to be, Manny knows, to keep her poison-selling side business hidden. Lorranith Bensen, the blonde half-elf proprietor, smiles at Manny in the darkness, knowing fully-well that the "halfling" can see her, even in the dim light.


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Ruul:
Ruul had to wake up early to run a shift at the second Crownbluff mine. It's a hard job, but not a single laborer is enslaved, and a majority of them are happy about their vocation. Some are even disturbingly slow. The mineshafts reverberate with well-timed "working" songs that the dwarven foremen tend to encourage.
Many of these songs are still new to him, despite the fact the minotaur had begun working a couple of weeks prior.

His shift had started before dawn, and only now after four hours of labor has an opportunity for free food presented itself. While not overtly unkind, many of the miners have been shying away from the minotaur simply because of his size, but the foreman Elgrit Folgutha has recently been becoming more and more amenable (of not proud) of his work ethic.

Ingrit is a middle-aged dwarven woman with streaks of grey seeping through her curly auburn hair. Today, she approaches you with an offer for a quick meal at the Three Ears tavern during a break between shifts.

"-it's not the nicest place in town, but my frien' Lorra runs a tight ship and 'as no problem lettin' in the types others keep ou'. 'Sides, she's likely to give a discount ta' me on account o' bein' her friend. I don't come in often, anyway..."


male minotaur cleric of Baphomet 6 | HP64/64 | AC19/18/11 | Init:+1 | Perception:+3 | Lowlight/Darkvision | Fort:+9 Ref+4 Will+9
Resources:
Channel 4/4 | Fury 6/6 | Ferocious Strike 6/6
Active Buffs:

Ruul beams at the offer and nods his horned head slowly. Freedom was a new concept for the bull. Kindness was even newer.

"A hot meal would be good after day of hard work", he rumbles. "I'd be happy to join you."


M Goblin Rogue3HP 22/22,Init+4,F3R7W3Per8AC17T15FF13

Manny nods at Lorranith, his gait becoming more normal and he tugs off his sack as he saunters up to the bar. Although goblins are suspect to say the least in Maheto, he has been able to get along with the people of the Three Ears by offering his skills at stealth, message running and other odd jobs. Plus he didn't burn the place down despite what people worried about.

Hopping up on a chair and then skipping to a stool in front of the bar, Manny plops down. Got anything in the pot for the morning? Plus an ale if ya please.


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Ruul:

"Ha!" the woman chuckles, whacking Ruul on the back jovially only to shake her hand a little in surprise at the sheer muscle wall found there. "Then les' be off, Spiritskin! We both ha' to make use o' our downtime until the shifts get worked out again!" she announces, practically tugging her newfound friend's elbow.

Somehow, with a dwarf attached to him, Ruul stands out a great deal less on the bustling streets full of carts and donkeys. Ingrit obviously knows her way around, too, as she allows for the two of them to move around better sheltered and less-busy thoroughfares, though the main plaza is never too far away if noise is a good indication.

She takes you to the southern portion of town with surprising speed. Ruul immediately notices that this area of town is more run-down, but it doesn't loose its spirit completely. There are no beggars, at the very least, that are out on this rainy day.

The Three Ears tavern is a three-story structure, though the top portion seems neglected. The chimney is on in an askew fashion and bellows smoke sideways.

Ingrit leads you inside, where you can hear a couple of dwarves arguing in a back corner. It's rather dark, but that isn't too much of an issue for Ruul, as even the meager light of the hearth is enough for him to see by.

A blonde half-elf woman stands behind a bar counter in the hazy room, and what appears to be a goblinoid of some sort sits at the bar.


Manny and Ruul have merged locations (ending spoilertags).
Horfil and Sorval have merged locations(ending spoilertags).
Marduzi has started.
Now all I need to do is start our Zen archer up and running.

The half elf raises a hand to help, but before Lorranith says a word to Manny, the door opens again to see a member of the extended family of one of the local crimelords accompanied by a hulking bull-man.

"Ah. 'Ere we are. The Three Ears. Oi! Lorra! Get some food in this poor sod! 'E earned it, 'e did!"

Manny recognizes Ingrit as an occasional fence who doesn't normally see him without his mask, but she doesn't seem to recognize him without it. She comes to the bar leading Ruul and sits a couple stools down without a care in the world.

"Ah, well, yes to all your requests." the half elf replies demurely, giving a far-too-elegant smile to her patrons before sneaking off into the kitchens. "Though I suppose you should know it's lentils and gruel today." she lets these words linger.

"Bah! Ye and I both know ya can do better occasionally!" Ingrit belts after the retreating figure, belting with deep laughter.
"Don't mind 'er, Ruul. 'Er cooking is plain, but it's no' bad."


male minotaur cleric of Baphomet 6 | HP64/64 | AC19/18/11 | Init:+1 | Perception:+3 | Lowlight/Darkvision | Fort:+9 Ref+4 Will+9
Resources:
Channel 4/4 | Fury 6/6 | Ferocious Strike 6/6
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"Anything to fill my belly would be good", the bull rumbles with a nod. "And wine. Can we have wine?" he asks hopefully.

Ruul studies the others inside the dimly lit room, especially the goblin.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

Goblins weren't a new sight to him. He'd seen them plenty during his time in the pits - usually as part of a murder-show where they'd be torn apart by a bear or a pack of wolves. Seeing one in a bar, happily enjoying a drink with a beautiful half-elf was new.

"Do you know everyone in here?" he asks his companion.


M Goblin Rogue3HP 22/22,Init+4,F3R7W3Per8AC17T15FF13

Lentils and gruel sounds just fine as long as there aren't any bugsor at least no green bugs, I can't stand those.

Manny glances over at the bull-man. Hmm..Bull head. I wonder just what he is.

When his meal comes, Manny slurps it down hungerly, the simple meal taking the chill of the morning away.


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Lorranith comes back with three bowls of her aforementioned breakfast and lays them out with surprising finesse before attending to drink orders. The ale is mediocre, but mediocre here isn't the same as mediocre in a city. Even the worst brews of ale here are better than in Oppara, it seems. Lorra wordlessly gets out some of her wine, but it's not of very fine quality. It tastes well enough, but there are bits of berry pulp inside. Looking at the place, though, that's unsurprising.

As to Ruul's question, Ingrit shakes her head.
"I know tha' one yellin' back there is Amos and that 'e's got 'is pretty lady friend with 'em, but this un... well, he looks a little familiar, bu' I can't place him."

She stares at Manny for a moment, then shakes her head.
"No good, little man. I can agree with yer dislike o' them green bugs, though... always wriggle into my waterbarrels during 'atchin' season at the mine."


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Ruul:

The two dwarves in the corner are having a domestic over someone's inability to pay attention to the oven. Well, it's mostly just a brawny male dwarf screaming at an equally formidable female who appears to be ignoring him until it's her turn, at which point she lays into him for never helping her around the house and failing to line up work for them lately.


M Goblin Rogue3HP 22/22,Init+4,F3R7W3Per8AC17T15FF13

Manny cackles. Just joshen you there, you got a clean ship here. Manny savors the ale. Might be fixen to get a room here once cold season comes, or at least fix my roof. Can't get a decent night sleep these days.


male minotaur cleric of Baphomet 6 | HP64/64 | AC19/18/11 | Init:+1 | Perception:+3 | Lowlight/Darkvision | Fort:+9 Ref+4 Will+9
Resources:
Channel 4/4 | Fury 6/6 | Ferocious Strike 6/6
Active Buffs:

Ruul stares at the couples's spat for a long moment, not sure what to make of it. They were upset but they seemed more interested in aggressive talk than action. Who was the dominant one?

Turning his attention back to his meal, the bull noisily downs the gruel and the soupy wine. Finishing with a thundering belch, Ruul nods in satisfaction to his companion.

"The goblin. The little one. Who's he?"


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"What a shame," comes Lorranith's lilting voice.
"If only you had an extra floor collapsing to keep the water out, you'd be golden."
The half-elf leaves these words in the air.

Sense Motive DC 10:

You think she means that as a joke.

"I haven't had any jobs come in for you, though... The closest thing I can come up with is having you wash dishes for me, but I imagine that would be more of a free food sort of incentive rather than money."

"Bah, yer still stingy as ever." Ingrit interjects. "Betcha have at least enough ta pay these fellows to go find someone ta fix your roof... or maybe send them after the flyin' monster what's been runnin' inta your roof at night."

"You know as well as I do that those noises could simply be that floor on its own. It's always creaking and moaning. The watch said it was likely nothing. They stayed around just a couple nights ago, and I'm not calling them down here if I can't help it."

The half-elf huffs. "They just don't know how to respect a woman's privacy."


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Ruul:
It could go both ways, but Amos is louder.

"Oh. The goblin...?" Lorranith turns her head to Manny, hoping he would answer to spare her from infringing on confidentiality.


The young man groans and smiles, hearing the burbling distilleries around him, the gentle torch light slowly rousing him from a deep slumber, untouched by the cool weather of the high elevation. Poor Jory; he struggled with his imsomnia almost as much as the heavens-touched man struggled with his own...issues.

Standing as quietly as possible, he slips the blanket over the youth. Always awkward getting the young one covered up, and it had been since he first found his place at the distillery.

Marduzi motions to the stocky built girl, a finger to his lips as he shows the horribly amusing position of Jory, as the oracle mouths the word "contortionist?" to the girl with a smile.

He then proceeds to follow her, knowing an early start is not a bad start.


M Goblin Rogue3HP 22/22,Init+4,F3R7W3Per8AC17T15FF13

Manny scratches his head. Fail at noting elf humor! ;)

Dish washen ain't so bad in a pinch, so I'd be willen to slap the slop off of em.

Plus perhaps get some nice left overs. Mm...

Manny nods to the bull-man. Name's Manny. No last name, just here for some grub. Course, if Lorranith haven bat trouble,s I can probably brain them right enough.


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Marduzi:

I think Zerk might be a good drug for your addiction. It's a stimulant taken via injection.
Jory twitches a little bit at the touch of the blanket but doesn't stir. Quintena immediately notes the movement as Marduzi gets up and can't help but smile her crooked smile at this affectionate play. There has to be a plethora of reasons she loves her job at the brewery, and this here is undoubtably one of them.

She brings Marduzi with her to the store room, where she ladens him with bags of spices and yeast to add to one of the brewing vats, which the two stealthily approach with a set of wheeled stepladders.

She hands him a measuring cup and points to the larger bag while she attends to the yeast portions of the brewery's only open still.


male minotaur cleric of Baphomet 6 | HP64/64 | AC19/18/11 | Init:+1 | Perception:+3 | Lowlight/Darkvision | Fort:+9 Ref+4 Will+9
Resources:
Channel 4/4 | Fury 6/6 | Ferocious Strike 6/6
Active Buffs:

Ruul nods at the goblin's introduction. "Ruul", he answers simply with a fist pressed to his bulging furry chest.

As the goblin continues to speak, the minotaur follows along, watching Ingrit and the beautiful half-elf for a reaction.

"Yes, I can help. I can kill bats", he says with a slow nod.


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Ingrit reacts more to Manny than Ruul simply because she's had a chance to stare at the minotaur while he worked for some time now. That, and she knew Manny's alter ego.

"Er... Manny? I thought ye were... well, diff'rent. I was 'alf expecting ye te be missin' a face or somethin' under there, bu' this..."

The dwarf shakes her head in shock. "N' ye've been gettin' away with this for years.. ye cheeky devil."

Lorranith is less more impressed by the display of feral action before her. She gives a suave smile.
"I swear I hear the beating of wings, but again, I might be wrong. And if I'm wrong, there's not much in it for you but a free meal and my thanks."

She thinks.
"If there really is something out there, the pattern is that it comes by a little past the midnight hour, when nearly all the miners are dead asleep and leaves just before dawn."

More seriously, she leans forward.
"I know some of you have to work in the morning. There's no hurry on this request... You know? I should probably set that notice board up like they have in the Errant Wolf. It would let you know if someone has a job like this that they need adventurers for."

Ingrit slams her tankard on the table.
"Now, now, that's no way to go about this. Commit, damn ye! Let these adventurers do what they do best."

The half-elf tenses.
"Two words, Ingrit: Tort laws."

"Iffen they go upstairs, they know what they're getting inta. Right, Ruul? Manny?"


male minotaur cleric of Baphomet 6 | HP64/64 | AC19/18/11 | Init:+1 | Perception:+3 | Lowlight/Darkvision | Fort:+9 Ref+4 Will+9
Resources:
Channel 4/4 | Fury 6/6 | Ferocious Strike 6/6
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Ruul, only understanding half of what the feisty women are saying, shakes his horned head. I'm an adventurer?

"What's Tort laws?"


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"Tort laws... they're what keep us from havin' one-limbed beggars all o'er the place, Ruul. See, if someone gets you 'urt in a way that seems ta be on purpose or because they were bein' stupid, they 'ave ta make sure yer taken care of, one way or another."
Ingrit points out.


M Goblin Rogue3HP 22/22,Init+4,F3R7W3Per8AC17T15FF13

Whoops well so much for that.

Well we're all buiznezz partners arn't we? Just keep it under our sacks. Manny rolls with his mistake.

I reckon I know what I am in for if I go up there. Won't be beggin from a buiznezz partner eh?

Zzz. time for sleep.


male minotaur cleric of Baphomet 6 | HP64/64 | AC19/18/11 | Init:+1 | Perception:+3 | Lowlight/Darkvision | Fort:+9 Ref+4 Will+9
Resources:
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Still only barely grasping the concept, Ruul nods.

"Uh, I promise to not get hurt by the bats."


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Manny's comment merits a grin from Lorranith, to be sure.
"Well, I'll let you in tonight, if that's what you're asking."

The half-elf looks at Ruul scrupulously.
"I'm more concerned about the integrity of the floor up there, to be honest. The bats are a variable, but the decay of wood is a constant. I'd be more comfortable if you went about this with someone with medical or building experience..."

Ingrit snorts again, taking a swig of ale.
"I hate to toot yer competitor's 'orn, but I bet, Lorra, that there's a bard or two stayin' at the Wolf. Maybe if they asked there, they could go an' ge' both."

"True, but there's still the matter of payment."

"Stingey lass... I know ye've got more than yer lettin' on. Or ye can at least owe em' a favor, yeah?"

With a resigned sigh, Lorranith places a hand on the bar counter.
"Fine. If you and some friends ensure the safety of my establishment from a giant bat or two, I can give you free food for a month, plus one drink per day."

The fore(wo)man chuckles. "'An I'll give 60 gold for a pair o' giant bat wings ta put over mah mantle. Ol' Moosey finally went an' fell apart, after all."

Agreed. Sleeeepppyyyy.....


Male Tiefling Devil-Spawn Tiefling Monk (Zen Archer, Qinggong Monk) 3 [ AC 17, touch 16, flat-footed 15 (+2 Dex, +1 natural) HP 18/18, Fort +4, Ref +5, Will +7 | Init +4, Perception +10]

Ninja dot


Marduzi follows, grunting quietly as he is loaded down between the various ingredients for the alcohol. Just like a usual day, the young oracle takes the measure and puts in the taught amount, chuckling as he realizes just how easy and yet just how complex the process was.

Works for me.


M Goblin Rogue3HP 22/22,Init+4,F3R7W3Per8AC17T15FF13

Awake but sporadic until evening.

Manny counts his sling stones. Bat is as good as gotten, Ingrit.


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Zeltor:

This morning was much like any other, and the schoolhouse is full of students who would rather be out gallivanting in the rain than absorbing knowledge of history. Many of the dwarven youths grumble that, if it isn't dwarven history, that they should just forego the damned thing all together. Fortunately (or unfortunately) for Zeltor, the mayor mandated that they learn history for the sake of relations with Oppara.

Zeltor has access to a blackboard, but keeping the attention of thirty students of varying ages at once can be a challenge.

That's all I've got for now. I have to go. You can work with this, or maybe we can do stuff tonight or late tomorrow.


Male Tiefling Devil-Spawn Tiefling Monk (Zen Archer, Qinggong Monk) 3 [ AC 17, touch 16, flat-footed 15 (+2 Dex, +1 natural) HP 18/18, Fort +4, Ref +5, Will +7 | Init +4, Perception +10]

Elusive:

Zeltor walks into the courtyard with a dynamic and athletic stride, and the children know it is time to begin the day.

In spite of the usual complaining moans, he smiles to himself and to all of them - "No point in complaining - you know that. An healthy, open and learning mind will never subsist on an unhealthy and tired body"

The first part of class is completely unusual, and initially they had felt somewhat estranged – despite the fact that many of them still grumble about it, the early morning kata exercises have become part of the routine, and it is with pride that Zeltor realizes that, as time goes by, more and more of his students adhere to them, and focus on perfecting the movements.

After the exercise, it is time for a quick refreshment, and heading into the classroom – after his first month as a teacher, he had quickly realized that the disciplined methodology, in spite of being adequate and efficient, as had been proved by his years of study at the monastery, it was definitely inadequate as a method of introducing his students to the subject of History.

Realizing that the stimuli that received bigger response were almost always related to the senses – handling a piece of broken pottery, trying to read an half erased, decades old parchment, or even re-enacting an historical battle – these usually proved motivating to the children, and they clearly tended to retain the details of the lesson.

There were still days when the class was considered boring, involving the reading of history books, treatises and/or essays, but even these could be circumvented by one thing that Zeltor had found to be an amazing source of knowledge – Pathfinder Society Journals seemed to possess the adequate balance of adventure and knowledge to entice his students, and offering them an honest will to read.

On the other hand, this also allowed Zeltor a much more interesting scope whenever preparing his classes – usually when not in class, he would be out and about, scouring the countryside for bits and pieces of History – be it in the form of ancient tracks, ignored dolmen constructions, or even particular plant species - the relative isolation allowed him his meditation, while at the same time providing for an amazing motivation and challenge to prepare more enticing classes for his students.

But not only the countryside was a source for sensory aids for his classes – also in town he was able to acquire interesting pieces of historical relevance for his students to appreciate – he would contact passers-by, travelling and local merchants, whomever necessary to obtain such knick knacks.

In this way, he somehow managed to keep his students focused, and interested in the pieces he presented, many of his students actually looking forward to the “show and recount” day.

Took some liberties there with Zeltors' teaching methods. Hope it is ok :D

After classes are finished, and his afternoon scouring is done, Zeriax heads to The Three Ears for some relaxation, and an opportunity to contact with the locals.

As Zeltor enters the inn, he sees multiple familiar faces inside, local workers and inhabitants – he sits at a table by himself and requests a mead from Lorranith – he knows perfectly well this is not the best establishment around, but it was the first public place he set foot in during his initial months in town, where he hadn't been received with second, third, or even fourth looks, but simply as another costumer. That fact made him return here regularly.


male minotaur cleric of Baphomet 6 | HP64/64 | AC19/18/11 | Init:+1 | Perception:+3 | Lowlight/Darkvision | Fort:+9 Ref+4 Will+9
Resources:
Channel 4/4 | Fury 6/6 | Ferocious Strike 6/6
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Ruul rumbles and nods, "Yes, food and wine. Good."

Headed to the gym in a bit.


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Zeltor:

No, that's fine. You know what you're doing.
During today's lesson, he can't help but overhear a conversation between young Blythe Myrsen, the daughter of a deputy, and Udran, the son of a journeyman dwarven smith. Blythe commented that Lorranith had called her father in to look for a bat that never showed up and that because of that he was really cranky the day before and had overreacted to something. This caused her to be grounded, and thusly prevented her from meeting the boy for whatever reason (though she hadn't used such eloquent wording, to be sure). The boy responded by asserting that there had to be a bat, because he'd been hearing wings over his house at night.
The two began arguing.


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Okay, Feral.
"I shall see you later, then." Lorranith replies with a quick smile. "In the meantime, Ingrit, perhaps you would do well to show your friend Ruul some other places of note in town? As for you, Ruul, are you getting enough work in at the mine? I mentioned the bulletin board because it has extra work, but I know there are other places that are always looking for labor... There's fun to be had around here, too, of course, but work is what is laureled... and the closest festival day is isn't until a week from Oathday."

"Well, there's the dice, bu' those groups don't greet until after dark." Ingrit offers helpfully.

"And I suppose Manny knows all about that."Lorra hums. "I heard from Fulgrim Stockhour that he's put up a posting for his ring again. Seems he wants to start the brawls back up."
She sighs.
"We can't get anyone to go to a play, an operah, or a proper dance, but everyone flocks to that damnable ring on the rock every three days when Stockhour opens it."

If it's afternoon when you get there, Zeltor, you might miss the others.


Female :D Check out my fetching opercles!

Marduzi:

Marduzi is rewarded by a somewhat aromatic puff of steam being emitted from the vat. His work is satisfactory, by his coworker's standards, and she proceeds to drag Marduzi around for about ten more minutes, checkig the other stills meticulously before she whispers that he's done for now.

"Perhaps you'd do best to get some fresh air,"Quintena whispers. "The rest is going to be maintenance, and we can handle that on our own. Maybe you could go to a pub and pick up some food and something to keep you busy, aye?
There's the Errant Wolf and Three Ears and the Orc's Arms to choose from. Anyways, I'm off again.


M Goblin Rogue3HP 22/22,Init+4,F3R7W3Per8AC17T15FF13

Ring betten sounds better than fighten for me considering i'm bite sized. He nudges Ruul, Maybe I can be your manager since you look like you'd do pretty well in the ring. Manny smirks.

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