From Humble Beginnings (recruiting) (Inactive)

Game Master icehawk333

"No, no thieves- too quiet and likes to put knives in backs... that would crazy, hazy, lazy..." at which point his vision seems to wander off to a spot in space far away for a minute or two.

"Maybe some food and a drink then..."

"Oh, then lets go. I know just the place. I Just need to make a quick stop by the bar."

Soroden follows Leyli, seeming to swivel his head around in painful ways as he walks, taking in the sights.

"I think it only right to mention, you're very beautiful... and Leyli is pretty too!"

Roy follows as well.

Hey twitchy, whats with the voice?

Leyli goes into the bar, and comes back out dressed in her usual mode of dress. it doesn't take very long.
"Alright, I've changed, got my money, I'm all set."
she leads you down a winding path, to a little known part of town.
"Over here, we have..."
she takes you to a place simply labeled "beer place.."
"They may not be the brightest, but they cook some good food and brew some good beer."

"Does every outfit you have get hotter than the last?"

"Um... I was wearing that this morning. My other outfit is just what awny turns into when i don't want to actually get dressed."

"What voice?" "He means me, idiot..." "He most certainly does NOT mean you, now SHUT UP!" Soroden then looks at the little man and asks again, "What voice do you mean, little one?"

"And please don't call me Twitchy... itchy, itchy. My name is Soroden."

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
1d20 ⇒ 9

and this counts as dressed?
He wonders to himself.
"Hunh. Still look great."

I do mean him idiot.

I didn't call you twitchy-itchy-itchy, just twitchy. Heh

"Thanks."
she pauses for a moment.
"Oh, here."
she takes off the scarf, and palms some gold that was floating under it. She ties the scarf to your weapon, if you let her.

"Welcome."
"May I ask why?"
He asks curiously.
"What are you putting on me?"
It asks less curious. More spectical.

"You'll see."
you hear a voice in your head.
>>hello. I'm awny. Glad to be able to talk to you two.<<

intelligent items are always aware of other intelligent items within 100 ft.

>>"Hello? Can you hear me this way?"<<
>>"Of course she can hear you. It's telepathy."<<
>>"You are being a major pain in the @$$ today. Anyways. Just ignore him. Like you've probly heard, I'm Roy. This is I. Good to meet you in person."<<

>>nice to meet you too. Hay, is he always such a major stick up the @$$? I know how to fix that.<<

"Oh... Him, he's nothing really, just an inside voice that likes to talk outside- you understand right?"

Soroden absently scratches one of his patches of hair and then ducks through the door indicated for the Beer Place. He slides his right hand up under his cloak to the hilt of his curve blade, preparing to draw it if there is any trouble inside.

Perception check: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27

when Leyli opens the door, burly men happily come out, and welcome everyone inside. Srong beer and meat smell in here. The portions are huge, and are very good tasting. And the funny thing is, it's a little cheaper then most places. Leyli picks up the majority of the tab.

Mordecae laughs out loud when the larger than usual serving is set in front of him. This is bigger than me!

>>"He is just cranky because there haven't been any battles fought in a while. So, Unless you know someone he can be used to smash to death I don't see that happening any time soon."<<
>>"you don't do you?"<<
As they go into the bar and get great amounts of food and drink.
"This is my kind of place!"
Although he isn't usually more attractive than the average buff guy he is a natural when it comes to bar conversation. Especially in a place like this one. All party and merriment.

Soroden eats and drinks with the others but sits back to wall and scans the room, twitching occasionally.

"You were right Leyli, this is quite good. Thank you for the recommendation."

Sense Motive check for signs of hostility/violence in room: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21

"It was nothing."
an argument breaks out amongst two of the men. A large cook emerges as the begin to fight. He speaks on a gruff voice
"if your gonna fight,do it on the stage, boys."
they halt their fight for this, and get up on the stage.
"Ooh, this is one of the best parts of coming here. Watching them settle disputes is entertaining."

>>"He is just cranky because there haven't been any battles fought in a while. So, Unless you know someone he can be used to smash to death I don't see that happening any time soon."<<

>>"you don't do you?"<<
As they go into the bar and get great amounts of food and drink.
"This is my kind of place!"
Although he isn't usually more attractive than the average buff guy he is a natural when it comes to bar conversation. Especially in a place like this one. All party and merriment.

>> actually, i do. Look up there.<<

>"so they just smash on each other when they get into slap fights?"<
This is said telepathically and verbally.

>>pretty much. The first one to give up loses, and is wrong. He who doesn't, wins. Honestly, these Vikings...<<

>>"Hmm . . . ."<<
>>"Don't you get any ide-"<<
"Hey you! Ya you! You dress like a woman!"
"Oh #%$&."

Leyli looks over.
1d20 ⇒ 15

The man simply snorts and walks away.

He picks up the mace and shakes it rapidly.
"Shut up! I oughta toss ya in a barn and leave ya there for that!"
"G-et ba-ack he-re and fi-ight l-ike a man." is all the mace manages through its thrashing.

the man turns around, then sees you fighting your own mace. He just backs away slowly.

Soroden looks around the room and seems to relax a bit, his twitch becomes less prominent and he starts to enjoy himself.

"So, are any of you from here originally, or are you travellers like myself?"

"I've lived here all my life. I worship calestray, and lived at the temple as a holy prostitute for years."

"Ah, another believer- personally I have focused my faith into the worship of innovation, of change... change, did that vendor give me my change today?"

"What about the rest of you, if I may inquire?"

"My story is similar, when I was young I was, well lets just say I was a problem child, the monks of calsestray raised me, and from there I met Leyli, learned a bit of magic, nothing too spectacular"

"I came here from The Isles to the north. Found a job. Drink around at the bars and establishments. I think I've found a couple regulars today. That's most all of my story."

"He came, He saw, He drank..."
"Nothing wrong with drinking..."
"Well no harm in your case, you're already crazy."

"Yeah. I don't buy that."

>>hay, mace, what's your name, anyway?<<

my take ten is 20, if you want to make opposed rolls we can, but I'm going to assume he passes, espically with the circumstance mod of the unlikelihood of the lie, I wouldn't put it as a+5, maybe a +3"Try not coming on so strong, won't fool anyone with a lick of sense"

the lie isn't unlikely at all. It's perfectly beliveable that he's insane. I jut rolled a 20, and he didn't oppose.

as you said, it is extremely unlikely that he could be that insane and still be alive, though I suppose he is from out of town,here I will roll, remember if you don't oppose, the DC to get a hunch is 201d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25

While Leyli and Cliff doubt his sanity, Soroden just blanks out completely- staring off into the distance. When he comes back, he realizes they are talking to him.

"Huh, what?"

unlikely he could be THAT crasy and still be alive. A degree of exaggeration, defiantly. Still crazy? Rather likely.

make a dc 20 (21 if you could conceivably find Leyli attractive) will save vs suggestion.
"I suggest you tell us the truth about if your insanity is a ruse or not."

Will save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

"Crazy? Aren't we all? I'll tell you true- I'm saner than I act but crazier than you think."

"Thank you. Now wasn't that easy?"

Yeah i'm not answering that twitchy.