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A merry laugh bursts from the little gnome. "Hahaha! Well, I suppose it could be from all the fruit I eat. And drink!" With a wink, she raises her glass once again. After a hearty swig, she continues with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes: "Your coloration is beautiful, too, but I don't know of any pale purple fruits that would cause it."
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A flash of disappointment is quickly replaced with a cheery expression. "Well, nice talking to you! Maybe we'll cross paths another time. Good luck, wherever you're going!"
Once Volsung leaves, she turns to the half-orc. He's huge, especially compared to her petite form. She's...a little intimidated by him, but tries to hide it. With a cocky upward jerk of her head, she blurts: "'Sup."
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Luurg smiles, his pearly whites a shining beacon of hope for Orcs all over Golarion "Hey Dare. I'mma Luurg." He pronounces it with a very low voice, dragging the uuuuuuurrrg out considerably.
"Waitin' fer mah Elf mang buddy Damiel. He real smrt. Met at big fruit trade show." Luurg laughs, his belly jiggling, along with dozens of different fruits on strings across his neck, belt and chest. He pulls over a half coconut filled with pink juice and a bamboo straw.
Partially hidden under Luurg's cloak are what seems to be butterfly wings..
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Pai's eyes open wide like saucers. Her curiosity mostly--mostly, mind you--overcomes her trepidation. This big guy just might be a jolly fruity type! And butterflies? Huh.
"A big fruit trade show?! Where? When? Was it a one time thing, or does it happen every year? Ooooh! I wish I had been there! Did they give out free samples? What unusual fruits were there? Is that where you got all your snacks on strings?" She chatters in sparkly-eyed excitement...and a little bit of nervousness.
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"Dey have fruit shows all over! Kinda smallish. Mang deez days mostly go fer dah flashy stuffz, not fruitz. But fruitz dey da key, make you real strong, real gud med'cin." He smiles, showing off his perfect teeth. Not a hint of gum disease or cavities.
"Deez fruities bring dare fruitz from all over. Hot wedder fruitz, cooler fruitz, dry desert fruitz. Not many cold wedder fruitz. I wuz just up dare on a trip... slim pickuns." He points out a whole range of figs, pears, bananas, pineapples, plums, and quite a few more. Apples seem to be his favorite as he's got a sack full of those that he doesn't hardly stop eating. A pile of cores collecting on the floor behind the bar.
"Here, yummie!" He tosses over a perfect green apple then takes a long drag off his coconut drink.
He leans in and whispers "I get most my gud fruitz at night... or tradig wid fruities." He leans back, winks, before looking around cautiously.
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Seated in a corner away from other patrons, the dwarven woman with an RBF that could curdle dairy had finished her ale quite some time ago. She has filled the time since with meditation. Opening her eyes, she sighs, rises with purpose, and strides to the job board. It doesn't take her long to realize that no new applicable jobs have come available since she last checked. Stoically, she turns to the bar, orders another ale, and turns to head back to her spot in the corner.
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At the sound of claws on floorboards, Kala turns around to see Stinky trotting toward her, an expression of adoration in his warm brown eyes. She sighs in resignation. "Guess I have to teach you to stay, huh? Just when I think you're pretty smart..." The tone and inflection in her voice communicate a warmth and affection for the beast, despite the deprecation of her words. Turning back to the bar, she gives him the hand gesture for "heel", which the wolverine luckily knows and obeys.
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The front door crashes open and a towering half-orc steps through sheepishly. "Uh, sorry 'bout that everyone. Din't mean to do that." He gingerly closes the door with his gloved right hand, careful not to slam it.
Sidling up to the bar, he accidentally knocks a couple other patrons aside with his huge bulk. "Sorry, sorry, sorry. Uh, I'll have an ale please, if it's not to much trouble." He takes a sip and, eyebrows raised, looks at it approvingly. Wow, this is good stuff. Why in the hells was Ma keeping me away from this? He downs the entire flagon in one shot. "Burrrp. Oh, 'scuse me." He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking around to see if anyone noticed his vulgarity. "Another pleash!"
"Sheesh! If only four to six classic Pathfinder Society members, of levels first through fifth would help that guy with his sleeping problem. Aw geez, he's fallen into the peanut bowl again."
"Oh, and it's my 20,000th post. You know. In case you were wondering."
The tanned woman in ship-hand attire looked on as the man dipped again into the bowl of uncracked peanuts. "Sadly don't think they'll accept me for the more, classic events. But congratulations on your stunning twenty-thousandth announcement good crier."
"Oh, why not? Your classic mode Pathfinders are pretty open to race, class, and creed, not like those CORE orginalists."
"And it's actually 20,016 now. Not that anyone cares." says the publican smoothing out the germs over the bar top with a damp rag.
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A stout, ruddy-haired Tien woman sits in a stool, sipping on a hot cup of tea. She's been there for a while, actually, maybe hours, by the time an identical woman slinks through the door, approaching the barman and retrieving a nice mug of ale. The second woman walks across the bar and, without bothering to dismiss her illusion, hops up and plants her behind in the chair. For all but the most dim-witted, the illusion disappears.
"Hard to save a seat properly otherwise," she grins at any onlookers. "Any captains gathering a crew today, or have we solved all the world's problems by now?"
Or a female Kitsune Geisha named "Foxy Lady".
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Or a female Kitsune Geisha named "Foxy Lady".
I would name her "Gemmy Hendricks."
Madlock walks in.
His clock turned to its blue/gray side.
he strolls over to the Bar "my good sire, do you have anything strong?"
he asks as he takes a seat.
He makes sure to note all of the people around him.
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A squalid elf walks into the Lodge, holding a broken blade in his hand, even from a distance you can see that the steel has been engraved before he start to read. "I've been summoned, to summon some particular agents, that signed up for an expedition to Jormurdun?
Will the following Pathfinders report in that hall over there?[
Mun of Ashava, Kitajo Uchihide, Kuwabara Kasei, Barbo Beezle, Edmund or Ischell, and a representative from the stable of the EvilMinion.
"Ah, right... Happy new year!" The elf adds with half a smile, before turning back to the door.
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A small halfling trundles into the room, in a deep red pencil skirt matching pumps and a look on her face sharp enough to cut diamonds. She gives a look around the noisy tavern before deciding the best way to handle this would be to get above the crowd. She sets down her giant stack of papers and then clambers up with an air of poise despite her comical positioning. She clears her throat, once. And then repeats it louder and LOUDER until everyone quiets down.
”I have the muster orders for a few people who are supposed to help with a mission in the Diamond City of Nerosyan! These came a bit last minute wo we’re going set up a portal for you.”
She pulls out a piece of paper from one of the files, giving anyone who intterupts her hard won silence a paper-cut sharp glance. ”Ah here we go! Would a Kahru Kuun, Eugressia, Kaya Yoshida, Oiur, Takumi Kamizo, and Zyneste Daiku step forward? We need to get going. The rest of you can now continue as you were.”
She waits for the called people to step forward, checking their names off the list as she does. When everyone is gathered, she pulls out six packages of papers and hands one to each of you. “Before we get going though, I’ll need you to fill out these forms. Basic travel reimbursement forms and a special liability waiver for you journey into Mendev!”
”Once you’ve finished with those, your portal is just over here. Make sure to keep your reciepts! … Oh and try to have a good time!”
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An oversized, overfed Orc sits up from a hammock hanging between a pair of potted Ficus in the corner. A mound of apple cores, banana peels and other various fruit remnants piled beneath it. He rubs his eyes, dismounts the hammock and turns to urinate in one of the potted trees before yawning sleepily.
"Hey dare. Half Lady not be so loud? Luurg resting up, big bossmen sendin' 'im for big stuff soon ok?" He scratches his rear end and cracks his neck as he moves back behind the bar. He gives the regular bartender a pat on the back and grabs up a bottle of rum. "You real gud mang Stevie, real gud. So gud I help make sum gud fruity drinks ok? Ok."
He draws out a gleaming dagger and a sack of fruit and starts prepping. "Who want best fruity drinks in whole City? Luurg make 'em, make 'em real gud!" He smiles, a perfect set of pearly white orc teeth gleaming.
Madlock Clears his throat
"something strong" he says again and puts some 2 gold on the counter
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"Strong? Oky." He looks over Madlock and smiles his toothy grin "When Luurg wanna be strong he eat figs, figs make you real strong ok? I make you a rum and fig smoothy. Real gud!"
From behind the bar Luurg lifts up a round contraption that begins to hum when he sets it down. With a tap the top pops open with a click. Luurg then proceeds to shovel in ice, chopped fig, mint leaves and a healthy few glugs of rum before closing the top. The machine springs to life as it buzzes, whirls and hiccups. Out the front spout pours a pink slurry into a glass.
"One strong drink dun real gud!" Luurg slings it down the bar and takes the gold pieces and tosses them into the till.
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Straightening his clothes as he walks downstairs, "Yes luv, it was wonderful fer me too. Worked up a thirst." He sees Luurg behind the bar, "Oi! Ifin it ain't me favorite mixin'-ologist! Good to see ya again lad. Coins ta kegs Cayden's blessed ya. Suren you can pour me one o' them coconut sippery drinks again?"
Madlock takes a sip of his drink
"ah yes, that does it for me" he says lifting the cup or mug it was served in "thank you."
He takes a look around the room at all the interesting characters, and started silently picking out stereotypes.
making sure to note some minuscule details about them.
"So, luurg, what is it that you do?" he asks looking him up and down, noting the scares that are or aren't there along with the possible weapons he carried such as the spear and crossbow, the way he stands and the like.
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Luurg waves enthusiastically at Spackle "Hey dare half mang Spackle, coconut drink, easy easy!" He gets to work, hacking a fresh coconut in half and pouring the contents into the mixing gadget, along with of course a hearty slug of rum, ice, and a few chunks of coconut flesh. He tosses in a couple lumps of banana and slams the lid shut.
While the machine does its work he sits his ample tukus down on a barstool and reaches out an oversized mitt to introduce himself to Madlock "Hey dare elf mang, I'mma Luurg. I werk fer dem big boss men at the Society, real gud woods guide. They lose 'em and I help find 'em!" He leans over and fills up two halves of the coconut with Spackle's drink, slinging one down the bar in his direction and keep the other for himself.
He takes a quick sip before quickly realizing his error. "Der, sorry, fergut da straw n 'brella." He quickly retrieves them and fancies them up, adding in a bit of shaved chocolate to the frothy top. As he sticks in the straw his points out the following "Deez straws made of Marsh reeds, not dat stuff dem turtles choke on ok? Stop givin' Luurg guff 'bout dem turtles, not his fault!"
not taking offense for being mistaken for an elf, Madlock takes his hand and gives it a firm shake, noting the Luurg's strength.
"So, you help out around here and help the Boss when he is lost." he said. "seems like your a good man."
"of cores' Madlock says setting down his drink
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"Luurg! There you are!" A bouncy redhead with pale skin runs up and hugs the half-orc before using prestidigitation to wipe the goo away. "Give me your hardest rum. Here, use these plums. Oh, and some figs." Sheela plunks a few fruits on the counter. "I managed to make a succubus laugh a few weeks ago. Sadly that was the only funny thing about my last mission."
"really, I think it would be really easy to make a succubus laugh"
He looks her up and down real quick and notes her features and posture and equipment.
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"Oh hey dare Sheelur, you brought me fruits!" He smiles as she hugs him but his eyes never leave the gifts she'd bestowed. He picks each of them up with a trained eye, squeezing them gently, one at a time. "Deez look real gud. Yer gettin' better at dis!"
He drags over the dwindling rum bottle and starts loading up the drink wizgizmo, with extra rum for Sheelur. "So.. what's a suck-u-bus? And what was so funnies?" He leans forward and rests his elbows and belly on the bar, leaning over with his lips to take the final drag off his coconut drink.
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"She thought of herself as a new god, or its emissary or something. She couldn't even stab me in the back through my mage armor. Ha! Anyway, other Pathfinders were pummeling her, and then I joked this was the worst orgy ever. Apply some magic and she was rolling on the floor, laughing." She turns to the new person. "I'm Sheela, from the Kolphan family. Maybe you heard of us. Maybe you haven't. But killing that demon and stopping her killing spree earned me some credit."
"One of my teammates mentioned succubi are shapeshifting demons who tempt and manipulate and corrupt using their beauty and wiles. Reminds me of Claudia Kolphan, except even worse. She loves to mess with everyone. Sorry Claudua, some of us have dignity!" Sheela waves her community service card proudly, showing how close she is to working off her debt.