Smoke Knights of Absalom

Game Master Nimon

....After you sign your name and offer your small drop of blood to the page, a duplicate of the contract appears. "One for you, and one for me." Horner says with a sly grin. "You are now Knight-Errants. I shall introduce you to your Knight-Captain. You may come down now Milax." Horner says as he looks up.

Dropping down from a stack of supplies in the storage room under the Crimson Coin, Milax lands on her feet, as she always does.

"Purrfect. I look forward to working with you all. You may call me Milax, or Lady Black, which ever you purrfer." The dark furred female Catfolk introduces herself with a graceful bow.

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Agreal nods at Horner and takes up the contract placing it within his backpack.

"Pleasure to sign... Who's Mi"

Seeing the woman drop down from the supplies Agreal actually takes a step back and almost readies himself to fight before he hears her words. Continuing, but slightly flustered due to being snuck up on.

"What is you bidding Milax?"

I have never seen a cat person before. I wonder if they are part of the great mother's plan?

"Bidding eh? Hmm I like you young one. I bid you cooperate with your new found friends and make me some money" There is a fiendish quality to Milax's grin, yet playful.

"Lady Black then. What happens now?" Jiri asks sucking on his bleeding finger.

dotting in got to get to bed its late where i am

Torry grins at the catlady to hide his nervousness. Too late to go back now, so he needs to make this work."Money's always good. When do we start?"

"I will let Milax cover the rest. I probably will not see you for a while, and you certainly will not see me, unless I want you too."Horner says with a smile and walks out of the storage room.

"Now we get down to business my bartending friend. Oh! your first job! Isn't it exciting? I wish I could go back to my first job, it was so fun! Ok, ok. Lets see. For this job I need someone that is good talking to people, Someone that is good taking things without being noticed, Someone that is good finding things, someone that can pretend to be someone else, someone good with knots, Oh and a few people that know how to fight! So who can do what?"

Last post for the night, think about what position for this heist you want to take.
Someone good talking to people=High Cha and or Diplomacy/Intimidate/Bluff
Someone good taking things=High Dex and or Sleight of Hand/Stealth
Someone good at finding things= High Wis and or Perception/Sense Motive/Survival
Someone that can pretend to be someone else= High Cha and or Disguise/Bluff
Someone good with knots= High Dex and or Escape Artist/Profession Sailor/Climb
Few People that know how to fight= High Str/Dex/Con and or BaB 1, AC>15 or simply not falling into the other categories.

The grin on Torry's face only widens. "That second bit is right up my alley." He does wonder though about Milax's enthusiasm. Torry isn't sure if its faked and a disguise of her true nature or real. Nor is he sure which would be better.

"Well, a bartender has to be good at dealing with people so I can be diplomatic if that's what your looking for."

Sarvin looks over the contract, wiping his thumb on his weathered jacket, as he absorbs entirely what he's signed. "Knight-errant, huh..."
The dark-skinned tiefling speaks to himself mostly and steps back, rolling up the contract and lowering his hand, switching grip from his hand to an almost knife pointed lizard tail that then puts the item into the bottom set of buckled pockets on his backpack.

Looking for a moment or two at his finger, he makes sure that it is smudged and no longer bleeding. "Shouldn't be too bad.."

It is the introduction of the cat lady that brings more than a straight face to the tiefling's stony persona. He actually smirks as he sees that the Smoke Knights are not quite so descriminatory as the majority of the city.

Clearing his throat, the young man speaks slowly but clearly. "I tend to have a good eye for finding things."

Agreal smiles back at Milax's words.
"Money's always good. I'm in the finding group. Who'da thunk it?"

Agreal looks at everybody else he doesn't know yet.
"I'm Agreal a healer, brawler, and adpet of the gods."

"Sarvin, alchemical understudy at the College of Mysteries. You need a cure all or poison or chemical that doesn't require magic, I'm your man."

Noro signs the document getting a drop of her blood... which wound?

Noro listens to this introduction and people's responses
so many act so tough

i guessh i'm a good shpeaker.... she pauses then laughs yeah right,that aint happening

Maldrek signed the document

I believe that I can perform as a face, my ability to lie is sub par but like all who are allied with House Tevineg I carry a reputation and I know how to appeal to the avarice of others. However in truth my strength lies in the scholarly arts concerning the planes, arcana, religion and a few other things.

Her patched clothes are perfectly tailored to hide her leathers but to the casual observer, she looks like any commoner. This far she's held back - the last to sign in blood and when others press forward to volunteer she once more moves back into the shadows.

As she waits, she appraises the others. She considers the rumour that the first job is always to see who can cut it and she makes a mental note who she would stick close to and who she'll keep clear of when the going gets tough. She considers their clothes, their weapons and their armour. She pays more attention to the quality and wear than the items themselves as they say more about the wearer. Are they unused and for show or worn out because they're not maintained. All these facts are gleaned in a matter of seconds as she looks her comrades up and down.

Finally she speaks, her usual crystal clear voice disguised enough to avoid letting on this soon her noble birth. "I have a knack of pretending I'm someone else." She lets the words fall and immediately steps backwards, seeking the shadows again.

Milax listens intently to each of you. "Sounds like I have a good group... better than last time at least, Talk amongst yourselves a bit and enjoy the Crimson Coin. I will meet you here tomorrow evening to begin our plan. Beware that Tomorrow marks the first day of the Purrrimarch's feast. Though there be plenty of marks here in town, the Guards will be on the look out and they promised to make example out of anyone they catch. "

You may do a job roll, similar to PFS, for the night. I will use the PFS chart to determine how much gold you make. As the campaign progresses this will turn into using the full downtime system in the Ultimate Campaign Guide, but I need to tailor it a bit more to fit this setting. Job Rolls include - Professions, Crafts, Performance,*Certain traits open up other possibilities such as Fence.

Aeadon signed his contract, tucking his copy into his scroll box.

"I am Aeadon."

He gives a curt bow.

"Sadly my skills are lacking for this it seems. My talents lie in trap making, lore, and languages. If information is needed then I am sure I can be of use, baring that I am a passable shot."

Knowledge was his weapon of choice, forged documents on occasion as well.

For the House Morilla trait, how many times are we allowed the reroll?

Alchemy Job Check: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 7 + 2 = 27

Profession Barkeep: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

*edit* I guess Jiri was too distracted/excited to be of much use at the bar. Probably got sent home early :-(

Instead of visions of sugar plums, it's visions of cat girls.

Craft (Traps): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29

Profession libarian1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

question gm do you want me to make the entries for the various archdevils listed in the Lessons of Thrune book or do you want to make them. And yes Maldrek will be studying them excessivelly, as this is a once you made the choice no reversing it decision.

Noro simply hangs out as everyone signs. Some she has seen in the tavern, others she has never met.

profession check: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Noro spends the rest of the evening drinking and having a bit of fun in the tavern.

anyone wants to converse then let me know.

before long Noro is again trying to earn her keep in the arena. but her current record would seem that others are making more coin at her expense.

"Hey Noro, buy you a drink? I'm too keyed up to work."

Noro loks up at the barkeep.

would sheem having a barkeep on my team ishint such a bad thing she says.

Of courshe you can buy me a drink

for only a moment Noro might of actually acted a little like a girl. ...must have been your imagination...

Profession check: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

"So what do you think we're going to be up against? They're obviously setting us up with a job, some kind of test I suppose."

After a busy day of working his chemical trade, the young tiefling heads to the bar. Seeing two familiar faces, he thinks a moment. "Jiri and Noro was it?"

After healing many sick folk Agreal walks back to the bar.
Hearing Jiri's words Agreal nods.
"Probably something to do with what they asked us about. Maybe they want us to go up against a veteran guild member to have them judge us."
Agreal seems quite proud of this theory before launching into another one.
"Or we could be going after an archmage. Never know."

"So what do you think we're going to be up against? They're obviously setting us up with a job, some kind of test I suppose."

don't know and really don't care. I know what I'm here to do and I'm gonna do it

when Sarvin arrives

yea, I'm Noro, thish is "J". What can do ya for?

Maldrek went back to the bar after a day of library work and settled into a dark corner table and opened up his copy of Lessons of Thrune and began to read it or more accurately reread it...

looking to Agreal, You introdushed yourshelf ash a brawler. you any good?

"I like to think so, but fists speak better than words. Wanna take this outside to not get in trouble?"

Aeadon entered the Crimson Coin after he unloaded the last of the days traps. He saw some others had already arrived.

"Greetings, kahve if you would good Jiri."

Once he finds a good place to sit himself and over hears the thoeries.

"It seems plain what the test will be to me. To obtain an item, which will be guarded and possibly on the move or upon someone's person. I suspect a distraction will be needed, stealth, and misdirection. With perhaps some force, the level of which would be dependent upon the state of conditions. Then again I may be wrong and off the mark by a long shot. I would like nothing better then a simple task but my nature denies me such wishful thinking."

He catches himself for a moment.

"Apologies, it appears the day's work has made me ramble."

Folding his hands he waits for his drink. Thinking if he had said to much on the matter.

He chuckles, seeing Noro's reaction. "After a long day, I figured a good bit of booze would be quite relaxing."

He shrugs, his hands covered in charcoal smudges, and he smells distinctly of strange, awful smelling chemicals.

"As far as our task? I think the academic in the corner may have it right."

"I like to think so, but fists speak better than words. Wanna take this outside to not get in trouble?"

You really don't want to teashe me like that. I would have you bent like a pretzel shcreaming for your mommmy inside of 1 minute

Noro takes a drink of her ale, courtesy of "J", which she nods an approving glance.

"Greetings, kahve if you would good Jiri."

"Sorry man, I'm off duty"

"It seems plain what the test will be to me. To obtain an item, which will be guarded and possibly on the move or upon someone's person. I suspect a distraction will be needed, stealth, and misdirection. With perhaps some force, the level of which would be dependent upon the state of conditions. Then again I may be wrong and off the mark by a long shot. I would like nothing better then a simple task but my nature denies me such wishful thinking."

Jiri looks around to ensure they're not being overheard then adds cynically, "Or they'll dump us in a swamp naked and tell us to raid the armory."

"And I thought I was confident in my abilities." The creature grins and then continues after a moment.

"Regardless, we'll have a target. We find it, acquire it, and do whatever we have to in order to make sure the...experience is a success."

Maldrek needed something to drink, he went over to the bar and motioned for a glass of wine.

"Sorry man, I'm off duty"

He goes to get his drink with little more to add at the moment. The Smoke Knights were smart about everything they did. That was why they held such a position in Absalom. The contract had stated it after all, wealth was the goal and violence a tool of last resort.

Wow, a lot of posts, let me just get in here tonight.

Gerrik Lovejoy signs his name elegantly, even if the ink is his own blood. That should do. He takes his copy of the contract and put it away quickly. Making money is always a fine idea. I suppose I can be one of your fighters, though I may need to learn a trick or two when it comes to fisticuffs. He glances over to the woman that decked him, rubbing his chin and smirking. I'm more accustomed to ranged combat.

Since I took Fence as my trait, do I roll for a day job yet?

Agreal shrugs.
"Suit yourself."

Agreal then walks over to Sarvin

"Sarvin correct? I remember you speaking of being in the hall of mysteries correct? Do you know much about this primarch's feast?"

Sarvin grins and nods. "Ah, a fellow student, ey? Well, yes, I have spoken a few times there. There's been some speculation on the feast this year. Let's see...what were they saying about this year..."

A Knowledge (local) for info on the feast?

Well this seems to be a merry band of misfits. "Lets just hope we fare better than the last group. Not that there's much of doubt of that, what with the talented people here" the last bit said with a wink. "As for my introduction, I am Torry, a man of many...talents."

Profession (Sailor): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6 Well there's a reason he's no longer working on the ships. Torry fumbles his way through inventory paperwork and finally gives up for the night, heading out for drink.

Ok wow I knew taking 9 players would mean a lot of posts, but 28 really? ha ha ok well give me a min to scroll up to answer some questions.

Ok in no specific order: Kits are ok, but I appreciate you letting me know first. Equipment from Core/APG/UC/UM is pretty fair game, if you want something from Ultimate Equipment let me know first.
As far as your book of House Thrune, it should have reference to Asmodeus, and a few others. As long as they are either in Gods and Magic or Inner Sea World Guide or Core than I am good with it. Yes, if you took a trait like fence you can roll for your Job using appraise as you move things for the Thieves. I put up a quick reference from the PFS guide for Day Jobs. You have to get at least a DC 5 to get 1 gold, if you do not than you were non-productive(we all need a break some days).

Knowledge (Local) vs DC 10: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

Looks like I made 50 gp, so close to the next DC. Is any one else having trouble opening the spoiler. For some reason I can't, but only for Nimon's latest post.

Yeah, the spoiler isn't opening for me either. Apparently the forum ate the spoiler.

When you step into the red painted building, one of the largest in the foreign quarter, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

The dark symbols on the wall

You look back as the door closes and the door man, a very large humanoid greets you with a fang filled grin.

Inside Crystal Balls on tables in the center of the room illuminate the walls and ceiling of the Crimson Coins. Images and sounds of gladiatorial events throughout Golarion are displayed through these mystical devices as bards give blow by blow accounts of the visceral entertainment. Behind the large bar, bartenders take orders for drinks and bets.

Welcome to the Crimson Coin. This is the discussion tab. Feel free to talk in or out of character and introduce yourselves(meaning characters and players.)

Jiri is at the bar wiping it with a stained rag. You're not sure if he's cleaning the bar with the rag or cleaning the rag on the bar. He looks up when you come near the bar and asks disinterestedly, "Evening. What can I get you?"

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Aeadon looks around as he enters, making his way to the bar. Upon arrival he eyes the rag as he orders.

"I would like some warm Kahve. Anything good today?"

He made sure to keep an eye on anything that was brought to him.

Even with a 20 I can't get that local. xP

Quick dot before I head off to work.

K. Religion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

You see a man wearing a white robe and scarf enter the bulding. Over the robe is rusty scalmail. A moldy shield and clean falchion are slung on his back. As he walks up to the bar his armor clanks and clatters. He makes no attempt at stealth and smiles at the bartender as he looks around.

"Nice place for Zon_Kuthon to finally get some praise. Whatever is your weakest ale please."

Agreal takes his drink and begins to examine all of the carvings for the gods. Scribbling a bit here and there to try and add some flair.

dotting in here but still need to update the profile for the new stats. (text file with all the formats at home, I am at work)

posting as Noro but profile is wrong / alias is correct

Noro arrives at the Tavern looking a little rough. her lip looks cut but the bleeding has stopped. and some not too old blood stains on her shirt.

as she approaches, the bouncer recognozes her she was just in a bout a few hours earlier. though not a s skilled as he is she shows promise to be make the right people a fair amount of coin.

She enters the tavern and goes right to the bar. a passd out drunk in the stool she usually likes.

grabbing the drunk and dropping him to the floor she takes his seat.

Ale she orders her cut lip starting to bleed a bit again, she wipes the blood on her shirt.

Well, so it has come to this, quite a sorry place for the likes of me. I can't believe I have to stoop so low nowadays. As they say, sometimes you have to hit bottom before you can ascend to the top.

Gerrik Lovejoy has the look of a man that once had a level of means but it it obvious that is no longer the case. His clothes seem to be of some quality but their worn condition shows with loose threads, wrinkles and stains. His shoes are also worn though they look as if some care has been taken to attempt to keep their former looks. His face, wearing a look of a man who feels he is above the station of the establishment, hasn't seen a good razor in at least a few days.

Lovejoy strides over to the bar and raises his hand at the barkeep. An ale would be good. He says without making eye contact, instead watching the scene before him in the Crimson Coin. How did I end up here?

"Right then, coffee, weak ale and 2 ales. Don't worry sir, this is the Crimson Coin, all our ale is weak.". Jiri laughs and gets busy with the orders (Agreal gets an half mug of ale with a side of water). "There you go. Hey! Nice match Noro! You'll get 'em next time. And in keeping with Crimson Coin policy, 'Service with a Scowl'." At odds with his words he flashes a friendly grin.

"Blessing of the Mother upon you good sir."

"Thanks. I haven't seen you in here before. What brings you to the Crimson Coin, other than our weak ale and my rapier wit that is."

"I have come to join the smokey knights. And, I may have spent too much of my coin. Though I must say that I do enjoy bartenders who are witty."

It's at this that Agreal offers his hand.
"Agreal pleasure to meet you."

Jiri winces slightly them motions Agreal closer whispering, "Keep your voice down. They're supposed to be a secret after all." Leaning back he's ask in a normal voice, "So, you're not much of a drinker I guess. You must be here for the fights, yeah? I can take bets up to 10gp. Odds are on the board there." Jiri waves vaguely in the direction of a chalkboard behind the bar. "If you want to make a larger bet I gotta call a super."

I'm taking some liberties with the settings (with the GM permission). The GM may need to make corrections! My impression was that the Smoke Knights are, if not a secret society, at least keep their meeting place secret?

He noticed the three newcomers as he took his kahve. A rat, brawler, and fallen dandy by the looks of them. This Agreal was going to get himself killed. He looked over at the giant he noticed earlier, likely the one to do the killing. Taking a breath he remembered his manners.

"Pardon my rudeness barkeep. I am Aeadon, I thank you for your quick service."

Noro swigs her ale and takes a gander at the board. a quick scan for her name to see the odds for or against her. or even if she in a match up she hasn't been notified of yet.

she sees her name just before being erased (her bout long over) Looksh like the odds are not in my favor thish night..

She raises her mug as though a toast but to nobody in particular. to a better fight tomorrow, if tomorrow ever comesh and she takes another swig of her ale.

The Smoke Knights are indeed a secret society, though I could see Aqreal being a bit naïve due to his background and new to the idea. Glad you are all getting to know each other I think this works out well.

Agreal looks over at Noro.

"You fight m'lady? May I just say I look forward to any future bouts you may have and I offer my full healing services to you for free."

Agreal looks back at Jiri and winks.

"Oh a secret, but is a secret that everybody knows still a secret? I'll quiet down on it if it's that important to you though."

Hmph, so don't tell me all of you are in the know about the said secret thing, huh? I didn't realize recruitment was so open. The Taldan glances at the others talking to the barkeep. My apologies. Gerrik Lovejoy is the name. Gerrik takes a look at the chalkboard and then at the bruised woman. You ever win? I'm not sure you oughta be fighting unless you do.

Aeadon's eyes scan the man called Gerrik.

"Pardon but you may want to consider your words. No one said anything about recruitment, seeking to join and being recruited are two different matters."

He sip's his drink. Hoping trouble was not coming due to loose tongues, they were giving away to much information.

Word of a secret organization reaching our ears is a sort of recruitment. Now whether or not you are of the proper material isn't for me to say. Garrik looks this man called Aeadon with a small smirk on his face. Sorry if my words alarm you.

Gerrik will take his drink and move to one of the tables with the viewing crystals, attempting to make out the fight being broadcast from his vantage point. Hmm, no coin to waste on such novelties now, good man. Just watch.

Jiri takes a quick nervous look over his shoulder at the hulking bouncer and says with a nervous laugh, "Recruitment? Who said anything about recruitment? Gladiators are recruited at the arena." He leans in closer and whispers, "Would you please keep your voices down? Secrets can get you dead. You have any idea how long it takes to clean up after he gets going? All that blood..."

Aeadon raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Seemed Gerrik did not know the way of things. Shaking his head slightly he took another sip, he had read ignorance was bliss once. He had not agreed with that statement, their was no bliss in unknowingly walking down a path of danger. It made things all the more bitter when one fell, if not for the injury then for finding one self as a fool. He mused if he was walking such a path himself. Alas was life, he could only do his best not to make it so. He sipped yet again.

Edit-Ninja'ed by the barkeep. Aw well keeping it as is. xP

Next fight on the board is;

Buford vs Peete

Buford 1.3
Peete 5.1

this is a randomly generated fight. I rolled d100 to generate the percentage chance of Buford winning and calculated decimal odds based on that. If anyone wants to bet I'll roll d100 again and pay out if you bet the right way.

"I'll have two silver on Peete."

Noro glances toward Agreal.

Thatsh a generoush offer conshidering you have no idea who I am.

when gerrik makes a comment on her fighting she just slowly turns and approaches him, when he turns to look - "POW" right in the kisser with a right hook.

you deshide if I win much

she then goes back to her stool to finishe her ale and order another one.

punch to Gerrik AC 16: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
confirm: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
damage (non-lethal): 1d3 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

whoops need to edit seems someone left before I could respond...

Witnessing his prediction come to pass he simply chooses to ignore it. Turning to the barkeep.

"I think I will put down two silver weights as well on Peete. The odds seem good."

"Oh I've heard of these. I think it's proper to say this. BARFIGHT!!"

Keep it in the Arena Noro The very large giant humanoid growls from across the room.

A woman dressed in red eyes Noro from across the room. She approaches the party sharing drinks. As she stands you can see two wicked sawtooth sabres crossed on her back and a pair of daggers at her hips.
Not bad, maybe I will see you in the ring before too long. She nods to Noro. She turns to Gerrik. Can I buy you a drink? I like my men bruised.

knowledge local: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Jiri will nod and put another ale in front of Gerrik without comment.

Buford vs Peete (0-25% Peete : 26 -100% Buford): 1d100 ⇒ 48

"Sorry guys, no winners."

Agreal looks over at Jiri.
"Who's the tough and the woman?"

"Here's the silver"
Agreal passes 2 silver to Jiri.

Next fight

Ricky v Beltrand 1.22 : 4.5

"1 gold on Ricky. Two copper on Beltrand."

"All right 1 gold on Ricky. Two copper on Beltrand for Agreal."

I'll fix the timing.

Gerrik turns back to the woman fighter after watching the crystal for a few moments. So, do you win? Holy... Gerrik's face collides with the sucker punch, knocking the Taldan back on his heels. He tries to catch himself on a nearby chair but stumbles in his effort to do so and falls to the floor on one knee and an elbow.

Quickly (or at least he thinks it was quickly), Gerrik stands back up and straightens himself while looking around the Crimson Coin. Rubbing his face, he stares at the foul female brawler that punched him. Hearing her verbal reply Lovejoy manages a chuckle. I obviously meant in a match, in there! Stupid broad. Gerrik looks at the woman cautiously. Well? Can you? Or are ya gonna wait until I turn my back and cold-cock me again?

Looking to the woman in red Gerrik smiles and winces from the pain. He then takes the ale that Jiri had placed on the bar for him, nodding his appreciation to the barman as he does. Addressing the woman, That's nice, lady. I prefer my women to be pretty... and less violent. The Taldan rolls his eyes toward Noro with the last comment. I'm guessing you find men to your taste fairly often in here.

Whoa, maybe that broad doesn't fight fair but that was quite a whallop! I should be more careful in places that have riff-raff like her about. Next time I might get a dagger to my throat instead. These people do not know your former stature, keep a low profile, dummy.

Jiri flashes Agreal a wry grin, "They're both women and they're both tough! The one who just took a poke at Gerrik is Noro Kas, an up and coming gladiator in the arena. The one who likes her men bruised is Synthia "Blood Scythe". She represents the Red Mantis in fighting events all over Golarion."

I obviously meant in a match, in there! Stupid broad. Gerrik looks at the woman cautiously. Well? Can you? Or are ya gonna wait until I turn my back and cold-cock me again?

That's nice, lady. I prefer my women to be pretty... and less violent. The Taldan rolls his eyes toward Noro with the last comment. I'm guessing you find men to your taste fairly often in here.

Jiri visibly winces but makes no comment. "Those two are going to take him out back and take turns kicking him to death. At least I hope they take him outside first."

Agreal smiles at Noro.

"Great punch. After this next match you want to go outside and throw a couple? It would be great to learn from an actual gladiator."

After saying this he walks over to Gerrik.

"If Noro doesn't want to have a small duel then I will heal yah, but I think you might be better off not making quips about this woman."

"And thank you bartender for the info. I'm sure I wouldn't want to be either of their enemies."

"And thank you bartender for the info. I'm sure I wouldn't want to be either of their enemies."

"You truly don't" Jiri agrees with a grin.

Don't worry, I won't meddle with your girl anymore. Safer that way. I appreciate the offer, umm, Agreal was it? Gerrik tries to straighten the bow he was carrying over his shoulder. I hope I didn't damage it. I can't afford a new one.

OK, going to bed. Back in 8 hours!

Don't worry, I won't meddle with your girl anymore. Safer that way. I appreciate the offer, umm, Agreal was it? Gerrik tries to straighten the bow he was carrying over his shoulder. I hope I didn't damage it. I can't afford a new one.

OK, going to bed. Back in 8 hours!

I can already hear the sound of his face getting smacked by Noro. Let's see if I'm correct.

Noro does have a short fuse and a comment about not winning much right on the heels of a loss was quite enough for her.

Noro does not press the issue any further. She merely nods to Synthia and returns to her drink. accepting her orders to not fight, albeit reluctantly.

Noro does not comment any further regarding her matches.

After a few sips of Ale, Noro pulls out a gold coin. she heads over to Gerrik. she looks almost ready punch him again but instead tosses the coin on his table.

For your meal and Another Ale.

She then looks to Agreal You offered to heal? well then Heal him up. If either of you want shome pointers on fighting Tomorrow afternoon Warehoushe 34 by the docksh.

This actual meeting may never actually take place depending on game start and character selections and such. but the warehouse is an old abandon warehouse (rather small) that Noro has been using as a makeshift Gym to practice in.

"I will see you there Miss Noro."

Agreal walks over to Gerrik.
"Well I promised to heal so here it is."

Agreal uses cure light wounds on Gerrik.
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Bad rolls

Not wise. A voice says from behind Noro. When the voice speaks the Crimson Coin quiets down, the bards stop giving their accounts of the fights and the bartenders stop taking orders for drinks.If you become contracted fighting amongst ourselves is not permitted wild one. There are plenty of marks out there for you to unleash your violent tendencies on.

Can you make knowledge checks untrained?

*********************** Before we continue lets have everyone post their finalized characters once. Make sure you have everything completed: Where do you live? Do you have equipment? Did you use a 20 point buy? 2 traits w/possible third from drawback?*****************

I will do a final full audit on everyones sheets then set up the game so you can at least post while I am gone.

Can you make knowledge checks untrained?

Not normally, although the GM might allow it 'out of game' as it were

done, done, yes, yes.