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The Old Temple district is quiet as ever on this crisp autumn day. Those few passing through are mostly here for a free public performance in the amphitheater, not on their way to a religious service.

Many of the old temples stand empty, some taken over by new cults or other occupants. The district is even dotted with businesses and inns.

Elsewhere, in the cities Market District, the long tables and benches of the Sell-Sword Tavern seem to have more mercenaries lining up then there are potential employers. The booths for talking private business are empty, curtains drawn back.

The smell of roasting meat wafts through the place, making many of these swords for hire wish someone would come along with something to discuss.


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Male Archer 2 / Falconer 1| 35/35 | Init +3 | Perc +9 | AC:16 Tch:13 FF:13 | Fort +7 Ref +5 Will +3 | CMD:18
Arrows:
Large Quiver: 70 Hip Quiver: 7 blunt

Jeb makes his way to the Sell-Sword. It's been a long first day in the city of Bard's Gate. He ordered the Pale, in fact, not because it has been said that the proprietors were very proud of it. So proud that they were not favorable towards those that preferred its' opposition. No, he ordered the pale because the bitterness would be a welcome contrast to the sweet vivid succor of the the day in a strange place.

As he sat and began to sip his ale and chew on the black bread he had paid for, he thought back to the events of the day. He came in to the city in the early hours of the morning. He had found the temples of the brother and sister churches where he knew his mother had gone to for help to get out of the town and into a place where she could make a good life for herself and the child that was growing in her stomach. That child that had grown up and surpassed his own mother's age. A mother he faintly remembered. He hadn't gone into either of the temples yet. He would save that for another day.

The next thing to do was eat. Eat and then find a place to sleep. And then work. Work would be important if he was to remain in Bard's Gate. This was not the place of his birth. No, he was born in a small homestead far from this place. But this was his mother's home town. Presumably it was his father's home town. He didn't know who that was. But maybe if he stayed here long enough he might find out. But he knew it would end up being his home town. He just had a feeling.

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Gnome Lorewarden 1 / Witch 1 AC:13, FF:13, Th:11, HP 19/19, F4/R2/W1, Perc +2, Init +10

Well since we will soon be rich and powerful spelllmeisters, we need to be ready to expand our font of magical knowledge.

Come FluffyCuddles. We need to see what is available for you to learn. Wilfort meanders to The Torn Page.

He wanders through the shop looking over the sales stock. he is actually very careful. He values and would not risk harming such a store of knowledge. He scribbles down a list of everything for sale that he finds interesting (any thing on the witch spell list or any interesting lore books) for future purchase.

He constantly mutters to the scorpion riding on his shoulder, Look at that one Darling. The scribe must have had a shaky hand. What really? You think it was the original author that was shaky. {gasp} Then that scribe must be excellent to so perfectly reproduce the shakes... Ooo, where did they get such a lovely color of blue?...

He spends quite a while in the shop looking at the wares for sale.

whispered conversation with FluffyCuddles:
Oh no! FluffyCuddles, I just realized we weren't told if our mission was supposed to be a secret or not?!? If Magister Neven the Enigmatic is hiding, maybe we aren't supposed to let anyone know we are looking for him. Whatever shall we do?
Yes, you're right of course. It would be safest to look for him on the sly like a fox. This is going to be even harder than we thought. It's a good thing they entrusted such a vital mission to us. I don't know who else could manage it.
We'll have to think of something else to tell people we are doing so they don't get suspicious of us. How should I know what to tell them? How is that my job, you're the sneaky one? What do you mean not that kind of sneaky. Well at least give me some ideas.
Tell them we're adventurers out to make our fortune? Oh come on! Who's going to believe something that silly?
I know. Let's say that Arden came to me in a vision and told me to find and assist his new high priest. And it might not even be lying. You remember that dream I had last week. Maybe it wasn't a dream. Maybe it really was a vision. I'll bet that's it. Arden knew I'd need a mission as cover for my mission so he sent me that vision. Yesss... The Vision Mission... Splendid.
We better head over to the temple district. Maybe someone there can tell us how to find a new high priest.
But first let's see what we can find out about the Hidden Mission.

When Asleif isn't close enough to overhear or at least doesn't seem to be paying attention, Wilfort casually questions her children. With so much arcane knowledge on display, you must have spell slingers in here all the time. When was the last time you had a... oh... say... a Magister in the shop? Did he seem... mysterious?

Wilfort scribbles whatever response he gets in his notes. Then begins to make his way toward whatever is the second tallest building he can see (not counting towers). He figures the tallest building will be the ruler's place. So the second tallest would be the richest temple.

I won't usually write such a wall of text. I've had too much free time behind the wheel to think about what a crazy gnome might do.


Male Dwarf Barbarian 3 | HP 31/42 | Init +1 | Perc +7 | AC 16, Touch 11, Flat-Footed 15 | Fort +6, Ref +1, Will +2 | CMD 16

After paying the blacksmith for the repairs he had made to the greataxe in Tarvelin's hand, the dwarf felt his coin purse. It was light, too light for his tastes. If there was another emergency, like the broken axe he had suffered, he might not be able to pay for it.

Time to get some work in before heading out alone again, he thought. The barbarian put his name into some mercenary companies, but he was told to wait around to hear back. Finally, he went back to the Sell Sword for what would ,hopefully, be his last night in Bard's Gate.

He ordered the Pale, the strongest drink sold by the tavern, and quickly consumed the drink.


Wilfort Spindlethwaite wrote:

When Asleif isn't close enough to overhear or at least doesn't seem to be paying attention, Wilfort casually questions her children. With so much arcane knowledge on display, you must have spell slingers in here all the time. When was the last time you had a... oh... say... a Magister in the shop? Did he seem... mysterious?

The child calls to her mother and repeats the question in so many words.

"He's looking for a mysterious magicker mother. Shopping for arcanowlige."

Asleif raises an eyebrow at the gnome.

"Arcane knowledge? Hardly. I am a simple scribe, I aid in the transcription of mundane documents to preserve them for posterity. Most anything you will find for sale hear is an implement to assist in such endeavors should you undertake similar."

DM Rolls:
Bluff: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Sense Motive DC 15:
Asleif clearly trades in more then mundane parchment and quills.


Tarvelin wrote:


Time to get some work in before heading out alone again, he thought. The barbarian put his name into some mercenary companies, but he was told to wait around to hear back. Finally, he went back to the Sell Sword for what would ,hopefully, be his last night in Bard's Gate.

He ordered the Pale, the strongest drink sold by the tavern, and quickly consumed the drink.

A stout dwarf with black braids serves the ale.

"Complements on your taste, friend. If I had my way we wouldn't even serve Brin Zweischer's swill of an ale but my brother insists it's too much of an earner to do away with. I'm Tarkon. May I recommend a double black spirit distilled by our kin in the stoneheart mountains?"

He holds up an opaque bottle with a cork.

Diplomacy DC 10:
Tarkon tells you that the long tables and benches are the place to wait if you're looking for work as hired muscle.


Female CN Tiefling(Grimspawn) Unchained Rogue(Chameleon) 1 | HP: 10/10 | AC: 20 (16 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: -1, CMD: 14 | F: +2, R: +7, W: +2 | Init: +7 | Perc: +4, SM: +0 | Speed 30ft | Sneak Attack 1d6 | Death Knell SLA 1/1 | Active conditions: None.

Lucia stepped into the Sell-Sword, most likely accompanied by Prescilla. Scanning the area she notices Jeb, a ranged combatent would do well in this group. As she approaches the table she motions Prescilla to join her.

"Hello friend, am I correct in assuming you're looking for work?" she says with a smile, sitting at the table, "Me and my associate here are looking for some strong men to help us delve into the nearby catacombs."


Gnome Lorewarden 1 / Witch 1 AC:13, FF:13, Th:11, HP 19/19, F4/R2/W1, Perc +2, Init +10

sense motive: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (17) + 0 = 17

Madame Asleif, how unfortunate. I am nearly about to come into possession of a substantial sum of coin. I was looking forward to spending some of it here. Naturally I wouldn't tell anyone where I purchased such things since I have no desire to make things easy for my competition.
Ah well such is life. I guess I will have to find somewhere else to spend my coin.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10


Male Archer 2 / Falconer 1| 35/35 | Init +3 | Perc +9 | AC:16 Tch:13 FF:13 | Fort +7 Ref +5 Will +3 | CMD:18
Arrows:
Large Quiver: 70 Hip Quiver: 7 blunt

"Might be that I am. But not until after lunch. I paid good money for this bread and ale and a meal comes before work. A running belly distracts from one's attention. That's what the Steader always said. " he says, still looking at his plate. As he chews on another bite of black bread, he notices the size of the shadows belonging to those talking to him. The larger was the woman that just spoke. The other, could they be in the doorway? No, it wasn't elongated or distorted enough for that. Hmm.

He takes a swig from the tankard before him and lifts his gaze to the two standing before him. "Just as i thought, a child!"

"Ma'am, it's not my business to tell you how to parent, but should you really be bringing your daughter into dangerous caverns?"

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Male Dwarf Barbarian 3 | HP 31/42 | Init +1 | Perc +7 | AC 16, Touch 11, Flat-Footed 15 | Fort +6, Ref +1, Will +2 | CMD 16
DM Grimmy wrote:
Tarvelin wrote:


Time to get some work in before heading out alone again, he thought. The barbarian put his name into some mercenary companies, but he was told to wait around to hear back. Finally, he went back to the Sell Sword for what would ,hopefully, be his last night in Bard's Gate.

He ordered the Pale, the strongest drink sold by the tavern, and quickly consumed the drink.

A stout dwarf with black braids serves the ale.

"Complements on your taste, friend. If I had my way we wouldn't even serve Brin Zweischer's swill of an ale but my brother insists it's too much of an earner to do away with. I'm Tarkon. May I recommend a double black spirit distilled by our kin in the stoneheart mountains?"

He holds up an opaque bottle with a cork.

** spoiler omitted **

Only if you share swig with me. diplomacy: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (9) - 2 = 7

What brings you out here so far from the mountains.


Wilfort Spindlethwaite wrote:

Madame Asleif, how unfortunate. I am nearly about to come into possession of a substantial sum of coin. I was looking forward to spending some of it here. Naturally I wouldn't tell anyone where I purchased such things since I have no desire to make things easy for my competition.
Ah well such is life. I guess I will have to find somewhere else to spend my coin.

Asleif gives Wilfort a long look.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

"I can see I have not convinced you. Your accent is familiar to me. You mentioned a Magister to my son. That appelation is used by the Academy Magicka in Reme is it not? Perhaps it was there you first heard of me. Indeed I have performed services for that institution. Your coin is welcome here but I'm afraid only what you see around you is available for sale."

Diplomacy DC is 20 to get Aeslif to show you her secret wares, you will have to try again under different circumstances.


Tarvelin wrote:


Only if you share swig with me. [dice=diplomacy]1d20-2
What brings you out here so far from the mountains.

+2 for shared dwarven heritage and +1 for buying him a drink.

He shares the procedure for seeking employment.


Female CN Tiefling(Grimspawn) Unchained Rogue(Chameleon) 1 | HP: 10/10 | AC: 20 (16 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: -1, CMD: 14 | F: +2, R: +7, W: +2 | Init: +7 | Perc: +4, SM: +0 | Speed 30ft | Sneak Attack 1d6 | Death Knell SLA 1/1 | Active conditions: None.

Soo many conversations lol

Ah, I apologize for disturbing your meal, how inconciderate of me. Please take your time. And as for the little one next to me, I'll allow her to field your concerns."

Prescilla, he just called you a child, ARE YOU GONNA TAKE THAT?! lol


It's ok the thread will be cleaner/more linear once the party gets altogether.


Female Halfling Rogue 2 |HP:24 |Percpt:+10(+11 traps) |Init:+9 |AC:15 Tch:15 Flf:10| F:+2 R:+6W:+3|CMD:13

Priscella had been quietly following her good 'friend' Lucia. She had come along for the money, like most of her kind she was broke and thought of more like some plague than a contributing member of society. Granted she acquired things with out others knowing. Some of her acquisitions were harder to get than others, but that was the way live goes sometimes.

So her recent find lead her to her favorite and most gabby fence she knew the fun and never boring Lucia. When Lucia told her the find could garner her more money not only to help her but the other ramshackle halfings she was all over it. So here she stood listening to Lucia seeking muscle for there endeavor when she heard 'child'.

Priscilla got up and stood on the chair and walked over the table to look down at the man her face contorted in anger."Look here Mr.Brawn, I am a woman, a halflingwoman, just as curvy as your human women save I'm fun sized. As for the child remark I will forgive you for know but just remember I can get to places I bet you have to pay women to look at!" She than sighed .

"Look you tallie, We came here to ask for assistance. I mean two omen like us need a good strong guy to fend off the vile creatures on adventure...Plus you get paid, What do ya say? Are you in?' She asks with a wide grin on her face


Gnome Lorewarden 1 / Witch 1 AC:13, FF:13, Th:11, HP 19/19, F4/R2/W1, Perc +2, Init +10

After wondering in circles and asking various random strangers for directions, Wilfort finally ends up at a temple. He walks up to the first clergyman he sees.

Without any indroduction he asks, How does one usually go about locating the High Priest? No I mean the new one. No not your new one. He's an old one. I mean obviously you know where your High Priest is at. After all he's your High Priest. But just in general, when there is a new High Priest how does one find him?
Slight pause to take a breath.
Don't know. Hmm... Well ok, how does one find the old High Priest? Yes, you know where he is. But if you didn't know where he is how would you find him? I mean if he wasn't here. If he was here it would be easy. You'd just look in his room. But if he wasn't High Priest here or rather he was the High Priest for here. He just wasn't actually here yet ya see.
Another pause for breath.
Ok, let's try it another way...
Hey! What are you doing? Quit pushing. Why are you kicking me out? I just wanted to know how to find a different new High Priest that isn't where he needs to be High Priest of yet so that he can be. What's wrong with that? Hey! Don't close the door on me. Hey!

How rude! humph... I tell ya FluffyCuddles, people here are not very helpful. It's probably because they're too tall. They don't remember where the ground we all walk on is at.
Well let's go get you something to eat while we think what to do next. You must be exhausted after walking all over this town all day.

Wilfort follows his nose toward the smells of roasting meats.
Well what do you think FluffyCuddles. It's called the Sell-Sword Tavern. Mummers always said the mercs always know where you can get good food at a good price. Hmm... I don't know. We'll have to ask if they've got anything still wiggling for you.

Wilfort walks up and climbs onto a bar stool (with the scorpion still riding on his shoulder). Well sir what do you recommend for a couple hungry, exhasted, and not yet successful high priest seekers?


Male Human Wizard

"Thank you for the assistance, Kindred Tarkon, and this spirit is the best I've had in a long time. Though, you didn't answer my question. What brings you out to a place like this?"

Tarvelin eyes the halfling when she starts standing on chairs and shouting. Clearly, the human had insulted her. Silly humans, unable to tell a child from a halfling. He watches the argument in case it gets worse.


Male Archer 2 / Falconer 1| 35/35 | Init +3 | Perc +9 | AC:16 Tch:13 FF:13 | Fort +7 Ref +5 Will +3 | CMD:18
Arrows:
Large Quiver: 70 Hip Quiver: 7 blunt

Note: Jeb thought the word child. He just asked about the dangers of Lucia dragging along her daughter. Also, gonna take a few liberties here if it's okay. I promise the RP should be good.

As the small woman marches across the table towards Jeb he is taken aback. His ability to perceive had obviously failed him today. That and being from a small and fairly secluded homestead had made him somewhat 'innocent' to the larger world.

"Your pardon ma'am. I just never actually...seen a Halfling before. I been along with Steader Branton when he made deals with a dwarf merchant once, but never met one o' the small folk. I meant no offense."

And then he thought of what the diminutive woman had said about the work.

"I would be interested in the work. Though, if you need a lot of muscle, I'm only slightly more..."

At that moment, he was turning his gaze to the other woman that had approached him. She must have been tilting her head for some reason because her hair moved. Revealing something else. No, his perception was not on point today. He had missed the little detail of some small horns on her forehead. This was another thing he knew nothing of and it scared him.

"Miss, No offense to you either, but I just noticed something right now and two thoughts cross my mind. Either you have a mighty exceptional rash, or you are creature of which I've never heard. I reckon my second guess is the more likely. So...uh...I admit that I am shocked to the point of speechlessness."


Female CN Tiefling(Grimspawn) Unchained Rogue(Chameleon) 1 | HP: 10/10 | AC: 20 (16 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: -1, CMD: 14 | F: +2, R: +7, W: +2 | Init: +7 | Perc: +4, SM: +0 | Speed 30ft | Sneak Attack 1d6 | Death Knell SLA 1/1 | Active conditions: None.

"You are correct sir, I am a member of what most call the "Tiefling" race. Half human, half div, but do not worry yourself on that." Lucia says, attempting to answer the man's question without frightening him. "Back to the task at hand, we've already recruited some more "muscle" from the church, I feel you'll be a great addition to the party.


Male Archer 2 / Falconer 1| 35/35 | Init +3 | Perc +9 | AC:16 Tch:13 FF:13 | Fort +7 Ref +5 Will +3 | CMD:18
Arrows:
Large Quiver: 70 Hip Quiver: 7 blunt

"Well, you say the coin is good, so it sounds like i can help you out. You need safe passage through catacombs? Never done that before, but I'm right good with a bow and fair with a sword. My name's Jebbah. Jebbah Hardthorne. Most folks call me Jeb."

Jeb spits into his palm and extends it toward the two women.

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Female CN Tiefling(Grimspawn) Unchained Rogue(Chameleon) 1 | HP: 10/10 | AC: 20 (16 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: -1, CMD: 14 | F: +2, R: +7, W: +2 | Init: +7 | Perc: +4, SM: +0 | Speed 30ft | Sneak Attack 1d6 | Death Knell SLA 1/1 | Active conditions: None.

"Good to have you Jeb." Lucia says laying a cloth over her gloved hand to shake the man's hand.


Tarvelin wrote:

"Thank you for the assistance, Kindred Tarkon, and this spirit is the best I've had in a long time. Though, you didn't answer my question. What brings you out to a place like this?"

Tarkon raises his glass.

"Mercenary work originally, not unlike the men we now call patrons. We opened the tavern because we're getting old and tired. The money isn't quite as good but the company we keep is pleasant enough on the right day. A dwarf grows tired of sleeping under the stars. What about you? Ever miss our homeland in the mountains?"


Female Halfling Rogue 2 |HP:24 |Percpt:+10(+11 traps) |Init:+9 |AC:15 Tch:15 Flf:10| F:+2 R:+6W:+3|CMD:13

"Apology accepted, and glad to have you" She says with a smile and looked to this human and than to Lucia. She looked at the horns and giggled.

"I do love her little horns.As for catacombs and things, Well I have no problem with them just the creepy crawlies with in...I mean have you ever been webbed by a spider the size of a pony! I mean it is an awful thing, SO if you can you know crush those things than I would grately appreciative" She says with a cherubic giggle as she pulled a piece of cheese from his plate and cut a chunk off.


Male Dwarf Barbarian 3 | HP 31/42 | Init +1 | Perc +7 | AC 16, Touch 11, Flat-Footed 15 | Fort +6, Ref +1, Will +2 | CMD 16
DM Grimmy wrote:
Tarvelin wrote:

"Thank you for the assistance, Kindred Tarkon, and this spirit is the best I've had in a long time. Though, you didn't answer my question. What brings you out to a place like this?"

Tarkon raises his glass.

"Mercenary work originally, not unlike the men we now call patrons. We opened the tavern because we're getting old and tired. The money isn't quite as good but the company we keep is pleasant enough on the right day. A dwarf grows tired of sleeping under the stars. What about you? Ever miss our homeland in the mountains?"

"I do. There was a butchering of my squad back when I was a respectable fighter in the dwarven ranks. After that, I couldn't be in the tunnels anymore. I do hope my adventures bring me back there someday, though."

Tarvelin raises his glass as well. "To home," he toasts.


"To home and hearthfire. To Arken-an!"


@Tarvelin, I'm assuming Tarkon could recognize the stronghold you hale from by your accent or the way you braid your beard or something like that.


Male Aasimar Cleric-3 | HP: 27/27 | AC: 15(17 w/shield) T:12 FF:13(15) | Fort:+5 Ref:+3 Will:+6 | Cmb:+4 CMD: 15 | Perception:+4

As the young cleric walks through Bard's gate, he doesn't see the current city but the one in his father's story. He grasps the silver medallion ,that depicts a falcon holding a red blade, tightly in his hand. I see it father just as you said, I'm on the great shrines doorstep and her pull is even stronger. I only hope I can live up to her expectations of me, but with my family behind me I know I will

Ares looks over to his brother and his smile turns into a large grin, he releases the pendent and starts moving forward. "I believe the guard said the temple was this way, oh by the our Lady's uplifted sword Bard's Gate is as fantastic as father said. I am so honored to be here for Muir and to sharing this experience with you makes it even better dear brother."

His pace quickens the direction of the temple district.


Male Human Inquisitor of Muir 3 Init +3 | Per +8 | HP 25/29 | AC 16 FF 15 T 11 | F +5 R +2 W +5 | CMD 17

Andrek smiles back at his brother, even if he didn't feel the same inside, "I wouldn't want to experience this with anyone else. I'm sure you will have this town in love with you like the last one."

Andrek keeps his eyes open. Far too many people here and I don't trust any of them. This city holds something rotten just below its surface, and I will not let it touch Ares.


Male Archer 2 / Falconer 1| 35/35 | Init +3 | Perc +9 | AC:16 Tch:13 FF:13 | Fort +7 Ref +5 Will +3 | CMD:18
Arrows:
Large Quiver: 70 Hip Quiver: 7 blunt

As the guy who relies on keen senses in order to see things far away to shoot them, it sucks being the third worst Perception in the group. That said, I'm just going to pretend I'm the shizz right now and just make something up seeing as it doesn't quite matter until tomorrow-ish.

Jeb smirks to the women and then looks over his shoulder and thumbs toward the burly dwarf with an axe on his back downing some drink.
"You know, I saw that guy come in on his own. I don't think he has work right now either. You might be wise to try and hire him. Looks useful and I'm not an up-close-and-personal kind of muscle. Not unless we're in a pickle."


Gnome Lorewarden 1 / Witch 1 AC:13, FF:13, Th:11, HP 19/19, F4/R2/W1, Perc +2, Init +10

Wilfort notices the dicsussion on hiring and being a naturally intrusive person, as well as broke, he attempts to listen in on their conversations to hear what it is about.


Male Dwarf Barbarian 3 | HP 31/42 | Init +1 | Perc +7 | AC 16, Touch 11, Flat-Footed 15 | Fort +6, Ref +1, Will +2 | CMD 16

Tarvelin goes to pour another glass for his new friend, Tarkon, but looks down the end of the bottle when nothing comes out. "I think we're out," the Barbarian slurs out. "How much was this again?"

@ Jeb: Now that both the Valorn brothers have posted, your at #4, right down the middle. Don't know if that helps or not.


Female CN Tiefling(Grimspawn) Unchained Rogue(Chameleon) 1 | HP: 10/10 | AC: 20 (16 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: -1, CMD: 14 | F: +2, R: +7, W: +2 | Init: +7 | Perc: +4, SM: +0 | Speed 30ft | Sneak Attack 1d6 | Death Knell SLA 1/1 | Active conditions: None.

Wrong alias Tarvelin

Lucia looks up at the dwarf, "Well, a dwarf wouldn't normally be my first choice, but he may be of use in the cavernous catacombs." She stands up and approaches Tarvelin and Tarkon, respectfully waiting for them to finish their conversation before speaking up, "Hello friend, me and my associates here are looking for some muscle to aid us in our upcoming delve into the nearby catacombs." She says, motioning to Prescilla and Jeb. "Would you be interested in accompanying us? The pay will be good, I assure you."


Male Dwarf Barbarian 3 | HP 31/42 | Init +1 | Perc +7 | AC 16, Touch 11, Flat-Footed 15 | Fort +6, Ref +1, Will +2 | CMD 16

"Tarkon, do you have a small room available? I'm not sure I should be out on the streets."

That's when the girl dressed in red showed up asking about the job. He looked her over and said, "Well, you don't look like my type, but sure. I'll accompany you," in his drunken state. "But can we start out in the morning? I'm feeling a bit tipsy." "My name is Tarvelin. You may need that to find me in the morning."

EDIT: I fixed it. I fixed it.


Female CN Tiefling(Grimspawn) Unchained Rogue(Chameleon) 1 | HP: 10/10 | AC: 20 (16 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: -1, CMD: 14 | F: +2, R: +7, W: +2 | Init: +7 | Perc: +4, SM: +0 | Speed 30ft | Sneak Attack 1d6 | Death Knell SLA 1/1 | Active conditions: None.

I'm surprised I've used the right alias every time myself to be honest lol

"Of course, take your time. I need some time to get things together and contact the others anyways." She said, turning towards the others to give them the news.


Gnome Lorewarden 1 / Witch 1 AC:13, FF:13, Th:11, HP 19/19, F4/R2/W1, Perc +2, Init +10

Wilfort whispers to the scorpion on his shoulder, Did you hear that? This could be the brilliant shining light of serendipity! Why? What do you mean why? You might like to eat rats from the alley, but I prefer real cooked food. Besides both the Hidden Mission and the Vision Mission will probably require funds. I can’t count on Neven accepting me as his assistant and guard if I can’t show up properly outfitted. These clothes barely suffice for decency. Certainly helping the new High Priest set up in a fresh church will require substantial coins.
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Wilfort follows the tall woman in red back to her table. In a stage whisper he addresses her, Well gentle lady, the Fates certainly favor you today. I heard you have an expedition to some catacombs in the offing. You will obviously be wanting us along for our expert assistance in any such endeavor! I was instructed in all there is to know about such places by the Academaé de’Magicâl in Reme.
Well actually they just call it the Academy Magica but that just doesn’t have the same gravitas as Academaé de’Magicâl. But they just don’t want to hear it. Yes, yes, we know. “We’d have to change the signs. Everyone already knows it by this name. Blah. Blah.. Blah… It’s just excuses to cover up laziness I tell you. It would be such an improvement. Anyone could see that. Don’t you agree?

Where were we?

Oh yes. The increase in likelihood of success by our participation is nearly incalculable.

He whispers out of the side of his mouth to the scorpion, Yes, I know that can be taken in a bad way. But it sounds good and she’s a polite young lady who wouldn’t do that. Now shushing up, I’m presenting here.
We’re trained to protect and assist in intellectual endeavors very similar to such pursuits. After due consideration, I am sure you will find that you simply can’t make do without our participation.
He smiles and looks up at the young lady expectantly.


Male Dwarf Barbarian 3 | HP 31/42 | Init +1 | Perc +7 | AC 16, Touch 11, Flat-Footed 15 | Fort +6, Ref +1, Will +2 | CMD 16

In his drunken stupor, Tarvelin doesn't understand what Wilfort just said, and feels he must convince Miss Moonshadow of his usefulness. "I can kill things," he says. "I can kill things real good."


Tarkon climbs on a high stool to get a good look at Wilfort across the bar.

"Son this is a tavern for sell-swords. You don't look like much of a sell-sword to me! Before we let you go pestering our patron's and taking up space in the line for work, you're gonna have to submit to a test!"


Female CN Tiefling(Grimspawn) Unchained Rogue(Chameleon) 1 | HP: 10/10 | AC: 20 (16 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: -1, CMD: 14 | F: +2, R: +7, W: +2 | Init: +7 | Perc: +4, SM: +0 | Speed 30ft | Sneak Attack 1d6 | Death Knell SLA 1/1 | Active conditions: None.

Well my small friend, looks like you'll have to complete this man's test before I give my answer. This is a fine establishment, and I won't go against their wishes. Lucia says, grinning slightly.


Gnome Lorewarden 1 / Witch 1 AC:13, FF:13, Th:11, HP 19/19, F4/R2/W1, Perc +2, Init +10

Wilfort shouts, Excellentness!
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He swings around brandishing his trident with a rather maniacal grin. Is it you that gets to battle dance?!? He looks like he is ready to stab anyone close.
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He mutters to the scorpion, This is perfect FluffyCuddles! This is our chance to show these biggers that they need us.
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Moc chrániť ma! cast mage armor on himself


Tarkon points to a black wooden post running from ceiling to floor near the bar. It is full of notches and gashes.

There is a rack with a few weapons beside it, axes and swords.

"That's the ironwood pole. Pick a weapon, take a swing, and we'll measure the mark you make."

You need to hit AC 14 and deal 3 damage to pass.


Tarkon raises an eyebrow.

"Of course you're welcome to use that shrimp cocktail fork your waving around instead if you like..."


Gnome Lorewarden 1 / Witch 1 AC:13, FF:13, Th:11, HP 19/19, F4/R2/W1, Perc +2, Init +10

sigh Well that's rather... anticlimactic. He appears to be truly disappointed.
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Moje schopnosti sa zvýšil! casts guidance on himself
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Wilfort charges the pole full tilt and thrusts the tines dead center into the ironwood pole!
trident attack: 1d20 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 2 + 2 + 1 = 25
confirm crit: 1d20 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 2 + 2 + 1 = 15
trident crit damage: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 4) = 6 Ha! I'm lucky it crit, the first die wouldn't have been high enough damage.
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Wilfort wrenches the trident out of the ironwood and twirls it around. He cocks his head and looks sidelong at the bartender, Satisfied?


Female CN Tiefling(Grimspawn) Unchained Rogue(Chameleon) 1 | HP: 10/10 | AC: 20 (16 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: -1, CMD: 14 | F: +2, R: +7, W: +2 | Init: +7 | Perc: +4, SM: +0 | Speed 30ft | Sneak Attack 1d6 | Death Knell SLA 1/1 | Active conditions: None.

"Excellent work my friend!" Lucia says, clapping at Wilfort's effort. "You'll be a great addition to our little group."

Wilfort hears Lucia's voice echo through his mind, "We needed another magic user, good to have you." Cast Message


Tarvelin wrote:

Tarvelin goes to pour another glass for his new friend, Tarkon, but looks down the end of the bottle when nothing comes out. "I think we're out," the Barbarian slurs out. "How much was this again?"

Tarvelin fails to catch Tarkon's ear, he seems to be keenly observing the gnome's display of prowess.

A fellow patron, clearly a regular, answer's the dwarf instead. He sounds slightly sarcastic.

"Tarkon and his brother Kel live in private quarters upstairs. No rooms for rent.

Diners can feast on a big joint of “miscellaneous” meat for 3 wheels, whole roast chickens for 5.

That Stoneheart Double Black Vodka he's swindled you into is 1 silver piece a shot, glasses for 4 wheels, bottles for 12. The Sell Sword Pale Ale you started on is 3 silver pieces a flagon, pitchers for 5!

I'll stick to good old Brin Zwiesher’s for 4 coppers a mug, thank you very much!."

A "wheel" is a silver piece in Bard's Gate.


Male Dwarf Barbarian 3 | HP 31/42 | Init +1 | Perc +7 | AC 16, Touch 11, Flat-Footed 15 | Fort +6, Ref +1, Will +2 | CMD 16

"Well worth the prices."

Tarvelin doesn't even bother trying to count out the 15 wheels he owes. Instead, he leaves a full two gold on the table.


Male Aasimar Cleric-3 | HP: 27/27 | AC: 15(17 w/shield) T:12 FF:13(15) | Fort:+5 Ref:+3 Will:+6 | Cmb:+4 CMD: 15 | Perception:+4

"That would be nice, but as long they respect us I don't...."

As the wonderment of there arrival settles down, a puzzling look grows over his face as he realizes they are not in the temple district. He scratches his head, "I think we might be a little lost....maybe some one will help us?" He moves to the first person he sees, "Excuse me ,but were new to Bard's Gate and seem to be a little lost. Can you tell me how to get to the temple of Muir?"

Diplomacy:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19


A polite, well dressed half-elf stops and thinks.

"Muir? Yes, the sister of Thyr! I'm not sure that temple is open anymore, but I'm sure it still stands at least, if you simply wish to pay your respects.

Old Temple district, just West of the island, at the foot of the King's Bridge."

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