The Flaxseed Pathfinder Lodge: Explore, Report, Cooperate!

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Lynn looked between the two, "You... seem to have a history or at least a rivalry. That's good to see in the society despite regional difference." She closed the notebook for a bit, and motioned to the glass of wine the Taladen man hadn't touched yet grabbing her own. "Come now we aren't at war and one glass won't hurt we should join the two."

She may have been a little bias due to the obvious favor of the accidental god in the room but she wanted to hear more from the two parties and their tales of the world.

"Yeah, come have a drink and together we'll toast to glory, in whatever form we find it!"

I'm hoping to play Siege of the Diamond City, and I'll be Overseer GM for Year of the Shadow Lodge.

"GOOD MORNING!" Bellows a glistening, emerald capped, boulder as he plows through the doors of the lodge with his deinotherium following just behind. A moment later his confidence shrinks and he turns to his megafauna and speaks quietly, "do good, yes?" to which the animal nods back at him, then shifts it's head towards the patrons as to say "now go on". Obviously lost and confused he walks up to the most official looking person in the room and says, "here for adventure, Puppy say this place get strong, help nature, make friends"

Dotting in, I know Gameday part 2 is in full swing, but just started trying PBP. See if anything comes up.

Lynn looked to the man sitting just across from her and sighed at his inaction before taking her glass of wine and standing to move over to the table with the other gentleman and possibly Chelaxian woman.

"I believe I heard you say a toast to glory ey?" She raised her glass ever so slightly higher, "To the expanding of knowledge and tales to be spun of great deeds and grand fortunes!"

"To what she said!" Gunner lifts his tankard in salute, drains it, then picks up the full one the bartender is just setting by his elbow (the staff clearly know him by now). "What should we toast to next?"

An RBF stumps into the lodge, followed shortly thereafter by an otherwise unremarkable female dwarf. After a brief scan of the place, she threads her way over to the jobs board. Anyone near enough can hear her grumble-muttering over the options. "No, that'd get me killed. No, that's been done. No... No... No... Rrgh." She sullenly turns and strides purposely to the bar to curtly order an ale. Tankard in hand, she weaves her way towards the most secluded table in the lodge, proceeding to survey the room from that vantage point with the intensity of a hunting hawk.

Level 2 CORE monk eager to try out her new wrestling skills.