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Shactal sees Eir in the distance, weaving back to the bar, wiping her mouth yet again and finally pulling up a stool next to Shactal and Serapis, "Confessing my sins, Shactal, confessing my sins."

"Yah, I have good hearing and you--a booming voice."

Karrin uses her long slightly pointed tongue to lick out the bottom of the mug. Then after making sure there's not a drop left she turns back to Olli, "How is your god on forgiveness?" she asks.

Seeing this, Eir becomes pale and begins to hold her stomach, running, before long, back to the washroom she so recently returned from.

"Whew! An ale for this pinkskin!"

Eir wobbles over and pats Shactal on the back VERY carefully.

"Close one, Eir, close one..."

"Ok lads, I was just playin'. 14th ring."

Calls a 14 (1d20+4=21)

"That's 29 points. And 51 for Serpico. Last throw, Shac. I believe you need to call and hit a 15 or you're buyin'."

Called a 16 (1d20+4=11)

...

"F~&!"

He grins at Karrin.

"In your dreams, Scales. I call a 16."

The dart arrows into the target like the heavens themselves wished the kobold to win.

"Never play Kobold with a kobold. I call a 20. The kobold's eye."

BTW, my base RAB is 4 not 5, but I still made the last shot. New character and all.

calling a 20 (1d20+4=15)

"Gah! missed. Well, Shactal, you better sink one or you're gonna be buying."

Second throw, Calls a 13. (1d20+5=9)

"13"

Snick!

"...f*@#!"

Eir calls the 15th ring, wiping the clammy sweat from her brow but looking steady.

First throw (1d20+5=18)

"15 points"

"Shactal?"

ongoing diddle (1d4=2)

and again (1d4=4)

"Serpico throws first.

Then me.

Then Shactal."

You have to decide the AC you want to hit. d20 + RAB. And we are on an honor system here for making the AC call for your hit so I don't see why anyone should feel the need to use IC other than habit... or like me, I don't have any dice on hand so I use it. If you hit your called AC you get the AC in points.

"The guy, ahem, the being with the most points buys the next round of drinks. Hic."

I figure we can physically explain the game by just calling it a circle with 20 rings.

"Cutter". Eir pulls her shortsword half way out of the scabbard and eyes the kobold.

"Serpico first"

Diddling for throw, second roll. (1d4=2)

"Shactal? Still you and me."

If Shactal gets another 2:

Diddle for second throw vs Shactal (1d4=2)

"Again"

Re-reading it, the game is a little unfair for the person who goes first, so we should flip a coin to see who goes first.

"Cool, and I mean that figuratively. You ever play Kobold? It's a good fast game." She waves her hand at the kobold. "Oh, no, not at him." Eir begins explaining:

"Blah, blah." How about this: you call the AC you intend to hit, then make your roll and hit it. Do it say 5 times, cuz it'll just drag on otherwise. At the end, whoever has hit (numerically) the most AC wine. We take turns doing this. IF you're in, you start. First, call the AC. After you call, roll and add RAB then post it. Then I'll go. 5 times. We just have to do it on honor. "Blah, blah."

Eir weaves back, slightly inebriated and wiping her mouth after a rather long trip to the lavatory.

"That was dingy. But I feel waaaay better. Anyone play darts?"

"Eir Haakonen."

*clink

dur...

...potentially he would shift back towards chaotic good with the right moral influences.

What a pity.

Raises her drink.

"Cheers!"

Shactal glances over at Eir

"You wouldn't ha' seen a lil' walking box about, yeh?" Shactal slurs. "He wass s'posed to meet me here fer a drink."

"Hallway. Last door on the right."

Eww.

"Well, then, my little newt friend, you will probably look back on this day as the moment things got interesting... Cheers."

Eir adjusts her leathers a little, having thrown them back on a little carelessly.

"Easy. Yes, very easy. Also discriminating."

"How about the young lady over there with the strange weapons. Maybe you should try chasing her, or perhaps young men are more to your taste, there are a few of them, at other tables. If not, I'll let you know when I find a nest of kobold eggs so you can spray them."

"If you don't mind my changing the topic, how does a kobold get here?"

Got a little bit 'o background on the party harlot.

I don't have to pursue flesh, brother, it pursues me.

...and then I realized I'll never be able to look at my character the same.

"Yup, back to the old grind: slaying things, taking their money."

"uuuuuUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"

"ooOOOooo."

Serpico looks behind to see who she is talking about. Puzzled he shrugs and runs to keep up with the polite man and pretty girl.

"No touching, smutty newt."

Well, I guess for the purpose of future role-playing, we can assume the kobold watched. If he tries to stick his finger into anything she'll kick himn in the head.

I've put a physical description at the top of Thorn's profile James - feel free to use artistic license on it as you see fit.

I'll try to put his game statistics together later today or tomorrow.

He's very well endowed.

"By Thor, it's following us."

ROFL

The Bariaur stares at the kobold for a moment, then turns to his companion.

"This place is getting crowded hon. Want to take our honeymead back to one of those rooms the barkeep mentioned...?"

"Lead the way, Mr. Longwood."

Oh my dear... in the name of Odin, was that a halfling?

Honeymead naturally.

How gracious of you...please excuse my compatriots, they know not how badly they smell.

"So why are we here, again?"

"What in the name of Odin!?"

"Well... what the heck. There's still room so you might as well take a seat."

Eir orders another round of drinks.

"And would you mind keeping the toad OFF the table please?"

"Did someone say 'free drinks'?"

"Oh! I love Tequila."

"Excuse me, smutty newt, but we are having a conversation."

"Lady, I'm nothing if not accomodating." The muscled bariaur gives a feral grin.

"It's looks like I'm the one that will have to do the accommodating. What was your name again... ummm... Thorn of Long-wood?"

A World Serpent Inn thread may be in order, so pbpers can mingle their PCs.

"Hey handsome."

She looks... down there.

"You buying?"

Looks at Karrin.

"You should start with something a little more... humanoid. Then work your way up."

Eir lloks back and smiles at the Bariaur.

Talking to Karrin.

"... and I mean they NEVER wash. So anyway, they've got this berserker, Jurgal, who is the pinacle of gorgeous once you wash him and if you can ignore the scars and he was working me all evening, grabbing me and trying to force his way into my leathers and I figured you know, Eir, you might as well give the guy a go cuz he's probably gonna get chopped to bits on the next raid anyway and WHOA was I ever glad I took him up. I mean the guy was... was... well like this [Eir holds her hands up about 10 inches apart] and he tied me to the the freaking bed. What an animal. So, girl, take my word for it, Ysgardian berserkers are totally a go."

Berks!

"Eir Haakonen I totally love your hair! We should totally hang out or something I know this great bar and stuff , , ,"

(Karrin is 21 going on 16 and is quite needy for friendship)

Great, Eir is 20 going on 35.

"The eyes, look at the eyes, addle-cove."

If you could suggest 2 extra languages, DM Prime, I'm all done.

"If you don't stop staring at my breasts I'll cut your eyes out, by Loki."

Crystal clear, friend.

No stats yet, just determined to go high CHA and female, cuz I've never done it before. How does hailing from Ysgard/Vaneheim sound? What's the scoop for clerics on the planes. Business as usual?

Mufflephrump.

pervert

Character concept? How are these for concepts?

But she's a real woman.

I so need a massage.

Finally! Some news I can be happy about.

I'm off to dance on the grave of schools of magic...

You churlish boil-brained maltworm!

Draw steel!