Cottonseed PFS PbP (2E)

Game Master Redelia

"Cheers, Brunwulf!" Seedy says, raising his own silver tankard. "Sounds like quite the trip!"

A very 'doughy' looking goblin pops his head up from under a table, scavenging last night's pretzels "Hey, Flikk won that race too!" He grins, grabs an unattended mug and raises it high.

The beautiful elven woman enters into the lodge, a white fur cloak over her. Dressed in yellow and black, in the form of a wasp's patterns. She walks up to Brunwulf He is the lucky one as she puts her hand on his shoulder.

Brünwulf nearly spits out his drink in shock when he sees Atae enter and approach him.
Atae! Umm, uhh... What a pleasant surprise for you to drop by. Haha. I uhh, didn't expect to see you until our date.
Well, no matter. Now that you're here, would you like a drink?
Brünwulf fishes for coins in his pocket and sets them on the bar.
Seedy? A drink for my lady, please. Whatever she wants.
He flashes her an admiring smile. As Atae turns to order a drink, Brünwulf looks at Luna and nonchalantly points at Atae then gives a thumbs-up and a wink at Luna.

The devotee of Calistria follows Brunwulf to a table. She asks for a mulled wine. I enjoy the heat it brings she says not even looking at him, Oh and by the way, Brunwulf, I am not a prize to be won. Keep this up and she pats her whip.

Luna has to hide her giggle behind her hand as Atae pats her whip.

The door the lodge opens and a disheveled looking Elf wanders in, his pack is tightly packed and the bloody sleeve of a winter cloak can be seen poking out the top. As the Elf sits down, he looks at Seedy dead in the eye. Dwarven Ale… biggest tankard you have.

"Rough day, huh?" Seedy says, pulling down a large glass in the shape of a boot nearly two feet tall. He fills it with thick, dark ale, then just manages to avoid tipping it over as he slides it across the bar. With a grin, he adds "you did say the biggest one I had."

A young looking human enters the room. He is dressed in the common clothes of those still in Pathfinder training. He holds delicately in his hand a small envelope. His expression pales and his eyes go wide as he sees the crowd inside. Clearly, he expected to easily be able to find the recipient. But in a room full of Pathfinders...

"..ummm..." he says softly and shakily. "I-is there a," he looks down at the envelope in his hands, "Leo..mund Vel...Velin...znarkov..ik.. here?"

Leyewin looks at the ginormous tankard, then at his coin purse. ugh… I did say that… yes. How much? he gets the price from Seedy and pulls the coin from his pouch. Ive just come back from the Crown of the World. They had a problem with some Wyrm up there and a few of us banded together and took him out. I escaped just fine, with the exception of my winter clothes that I JUST BOUGHT! with that he kicks his backpack hard and watches as it flies a couple of feet and land with a loud thud.

Luna looks rather amazed when Seedy brings out the boot. If you manage to drink all of that without discomfort she says I'm going to pay for half. How much does that hold Seedy?

At the mention of the loss of winter clothing she has to ask. How did that happen?

She then hears the kid and decides to help the poor fellow out before getting Flutterbat, her fruitbat familiar, to fly over and drag Leyewin's backpack back..

OY! Page for Leomund Velinznarkovik!

Seedy laughs, and pushes Leyewin's coins back to him. "Don't worry about it; I've been waiting for a chance to spring that one on someone ever since I got it. Holds just over a liter. Be sure to give it a quarter turn when you get about halfway done, or you'll get a face full of ale when the toe empties."

Noted leyewin replies to the kind bartender and takes a few swallows of the brew before turning to the bat, dragging his heavy pack back to him. Uh… thanks? he responds quizzically to the bat. Unsure if the bat even understands what’s going on. Eventually he turns to Luna and replies. Oh the clothing isn’t lost, you can see the sleeve sticking out still in the top of the pack. He lifts the sleeves up, showing the dark red tint of the fabric, flecked with small spots of blue and white fabric. The problem is our fighter that was with us cleaved the Wyrm’s head clean off, spraying blood everywhere. When I bought this garment, it was light blue with white fringe, now it’s mostly crimson. Gotta figure out the best agent for cleaning blood from fabric.

Leo's attention jerks up from his book to Luna. He sees the errand boy and clumsily rushes out of his chair to the messenger. "I-I'm Leo," he says awkwardly and then straightens. "I'm Leomund," he repeats in a deeper voice, trying to seem more composed.

The boy looks to the envelope and then back to Leo skeptically for a moment.

Leo awkwardly smiles.

The boy shrugs and then hands Leo the envelope. The messenger then turns on his heels and strolls happily out.

Leo turns the envelope over and starts to open it before pausing, having heard Leyewin's plight. He turns to face Leyewin and as he does so, somehow the lights of the room glint off of one of the emblazoned symbols of Nethys on Leo's armor. With a knowing smile Leo says, "Magic always has the best answer."

With that, Leo extends his hand in Leyewin's direction and mutters "purus". Within seconds a patch of the garment is blue with white fringe once more. "Nethys shows us that magic is the often the best option," Leo recites cheerily. His attention then turns back to the envelope.

I have the same spell Luna says to Leyewin. Pass the garment over and I'll clean it up for you

Meanmwhile Flutterbat gives a happy chirp and lands back on Luna's shoulder.

The devotee of Calistria follows Brunwulf to a table. She asks for a mulled wine. I enjoy the heat it brings she says not even looking at him, Oh and by the way, Brunwulf, I am not a prize to be won. Keep this up and she pats her whip.

Sitting down with Atae, Brünwulf smiles at her with a wry grin and rubs the back of his neck.

How about a nice quiet dinner someplace?

A Leyewin pulls the garment out, you see he wasn’t kidding, the only part not covered in blood is the back side of it, and thanks to Leo, the left sleeve. I’m much obliged. The Elf says to his new friends. Though there are some things that magic simply can’t replace Leo. Remember that, and you’ll be alright. After all, has it not been for keen eyes and quick wit, this garment would have either been in someone else’s possession, or tattered to shreds.

Luna gets to work extracting the blood from the garment, allowing the blood to drip into a nearby bowl.

No Flutterbat. You're a fruitbat .. not a vampire. Seedy. Could I please have some applejuice for my bat and an apple cider for me.

Atae gives Brunwulf a mischevious smile, her eyes glittering. She takes his hand Tell me Brunwulf, do you know of any place that serves oysters? I am in the mood for seafood. But before that, you best let me see to your wounds.

"Sure thing." After a few moments behind the bar, Seedy sets down a shallow bowl and a frosty mug in front of Luna, each containing apple juice in various stages of fermentation.

Leo opens the envelope and pulls out a letter. His face displays an array of emotions from very interested to disgusted to resolved. Once he finishes about a minute later he bows his head respectfully, "It would appear that I am to serve the Society and the good people of Sedeq. I must gather my team, the Aegis Arcanum, and we must leave soon. It was nice to meet you all."

Leo then turns his head toward the table he was sitting at and mutters "sursum". The goblet on the table rises and begins floating toward the bar top. He then mutters "purus" and the goblet begins to clean while floating to the bar top. "Thank you, as always Seedy."

As the goblet gently arrives on the bar top Leo is at the door and walking out, his armor clinking in time.

"Hear ye, hear ye!"

"Listen, my friends-"

Nina jumps down from the rafters.

"Ooh! Can I? Can I? Pretty please?" she asks excitedly.

William Dawes yields the floor to Nina.

"Listen, my children, and look the north
The Wound where demons once gave birth
In this year, on the sixth of Desnus
The Farhavens live in the nexus
But for the Society, their friends a dearth!"

Meanwhile Luna finishes cleaning Leyewin's garment.

Here ya go. Good as new. Might even be better.

Atae gives Brunwulf a mischevious smile, her eyes glittering. She takes his hand Tell me Brunwulf, do you know of any place that serves oysters? I am in the mood for seafood. But before that, you best let me see to your wounds.

No worries about the pain. Just a couple cracked ribs. They'll heal with time.

Oysters?
Brünwulf curls his lip in disgust.
Ugh. Slimy gross things that slide down the throat.
He then smiles apologetically, knowing that's what Atae wants.
There's an oyster bar down at the end of the docks. Charming place, actually. Good sashimi, I hear.
He sticks out an arm for Atae to hold, then leads her towards the door.

Farewell, everyone! 'Til our next adventure!

Cheers, Seedy!
He waves to Seedy and the crowd on the way out.

Leyewin looks at the garment in astonishment, then bows to the enchanting Tiefling, Thank you so much! I will endeavor not to stain it as such again

Just don't stand so close to the person with the big sword or axe when something gets beheaded Luna replies, just as Flutterbat squeaks in her ear. She listens intently.

Oooh, thanks Flutters.. Looks like we gotta head back to Iobaria. Seems like there's a lead that needs following. May the Blessings of the Night be upon you.

She then gives Leyewin a chaste kiss on the cheek before hurrying out, leading someone to comment. You gotta watch out for those succubi types

That someone being a blond girl, dressed in the outfit of a sea/storm druid, who takes Luna's place at the bar.

Gimme something that reminds me of the sea she says sourly to Seedy. There seems to be a decided lack of underwater missions lately and I'm feeling tetchy.

"One salty dog, comin' right up." Seedy quickly juices a large grapefruit, using one squeezed half to wet the rim of a glass, which he then inverts and dips in salt. He fills the now-salted glass with ice, pours in several fingers of clear spirit, then tops with the grapefruit juice before sliding across the bar.

Hm .... never had it with a grapefruit before .... it's usually lemon, lime or orange Zarina replies. You might wanna add a teaspoon of honey to that mix for me - never been a grapefruit fan thanks

As the bartender stirs some honey into Zarina's drink, a man in a dark jacket of cheap but hardy cloth walks purposefully into the bar. He leans over and whispers something to Seedy, handing over a rolled piece of paper, before turning to depart.

"Well folks, it seems we've got a new job posting" Seedy says, as he unfurls the note and pins it to the job board. "The Venture-Captain is looking for some experienced hands to sail for Sedeq, posthaste! Interested agents should inquire at the lodge."

Atae smiles at Brunwulf You should try some of the oysters, they build..stamina as she kisses a finger and then presses it to his lips.

Thaleles quickly stands and almost rips the notices from his hand, Let me see that! his smile quickly fades as he reads down the paper, a dark cloud hangs over his head as he reads on. Damn, if only I had fit those qualifications! I could use a real adventure!

Zarina looks over to him. You could always go beat up some sahuagin

sahuagin? Leyewin asks while raising an eyebrow.

The man returns, once again whispering to Seedy and handing the goblin a folded piece of paper. His errand done, he waits by the door.

"All right, looks like Arrus, Xanno, Will H., Bardok Marsh, Omble Defontaine, and Rextanglin, you're needed in action. Childermass there will lead you to your ship to Sedeq. Have fun!"

Yeah. They're known as devil fish or sea devils. Plus they believe they're the only sentient life form in the sea and everything else is prey

She also is listening to the other conversations.

They want fresh oysters huh? I could always dive down and get some - can't get fresher than that.

A somewhat somber guy with long blond hair and blue eyes walks into the room. A beard and a few small scars make him look older, but the most discerning can understand that he may not even be eighteen. He holds a light hammer in his hands and over his shoulders the skin of some predatory animal is draped over his cloak.

- Hi everyone. Name's Radim.

He sits in a corner, waiting for a new job for the Pathfinder.

"Listen, my friends, and take a seat
Hear of one mummified in peat
Month of Desnus, nineteenth day
Society sends into the fray
A team of six heroes elite!"

The tavern door bursts open, a white and icy-blue scaled Kobold dashes in and vaults onto a barstool. She wears an apron over her sturdy, yet dashing, blue and silver clothing and has a small hand-carved wooden mug on a silver chain around her neck.

"I did it, Seedy!" She announces triumphantly. She excitedly sets a potion bottle on the bar. "Ale-based healing potion! Praise Cayden, I finally figured out a formula that got the spell infusion to work with my iceflower ale!" She raises clawed fists in triumph. "Got four of them to take with me on my next mission."

"Ooh, praise Cayden indeed!" Seedy says, inspecting the bottle. He sets it down and adds with a grin, "finally an excuse to drink on the job, eh?"

Azki nods and winks. "I think I'm going to work on figuring out making my own Bottomless Stein, next." She grins. "But first, I need a little Inspiration. What've you been mixing up lately that I can try?"

"Well, I've been playing around with mixing different forms of Cayden's blessings. Here, try this." The goblin quickly cuts a lemon in half, squeezing the juice into a shaker, then adds some sugar and gives it a stir. He adds a shot of brown liquor and some ice, and gives it a thorough shake, then strains it into a glass. Finally, he pulls the cork from a half-full bottle of wine on the back bar and carefully pours the dark red liquid over the back of a spoon so it floats on top of the yellow liquid in the glass. "Here you go! I call it an Almas Sour!"

Azki admires the colorful layering of the drink. "Ooh, it's almost too pretty to drink." Azki grins. "Almost." She takes a sip, tasting the mixture of flavors. "Mmm, very nice! Thanks Seedy."
Azki drops some coins for the drink, pulls out a notebook and starts making some notes.

Picked at the strings of his lute, "If you don't drink it then I don't suspect your god would be rather pleased. Alas, fine looking drink, sure it made Shelyn a bit jealous at the beauty, a fancy."

"Listen, my friends, my foes, all
A pub-based mission doth you call
The half-orc captain does not fear
To ply her agents with much beer
The dregs of humanity they must trawl"

A tall elf in a mask and covered with daggers comes in and sits down, muttering to himself.
The will of the Winter Council sends me to all manner of strange places, doesn't it.

"Welcome, friend" the goblin behind the bar says, placing a coaster in front of the newcomer. "Blessings of the Lucky Drunk be upon you. What can I getcha?"