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The smaller man crumples like paper or the massive hand buried in his mid-section and drops to the floor. The other two assailants drop from the well placed shot of Corban and the horrible gash inflicted from berserk barbarian. The last of the patrons still left in the bar begin to come out from there respective hiding spots when the see that the huge monk has bound the surviving attacker in peculiar, but very effective rope. Turning back to the table where his new friends had taken cover Adon calls "Taisper, see if you can do anything for the barkeep and I will see if we can keep the other two from meeting Irori."

I didn't expect this to move fast, but I did expect a little movement per week. Are we still playin'?

MA:Moving with surprising speed for a man of his size,Adon closes the gap between himself and the single thug.

SA:Standing on the otherside of the table and using his massive reach to his advantage,Adon thrust his hand like a spear at the smaller man's mid-section.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18 dmg=1d8+4 for str.Non-lethal to subdue1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Nodding his head at the history of Dolum's clan name, Adon responds "Alas, I cannot testify to the extent of our library's text on your clan or their craft. I came across the name while researching for my trip here. Though, if it is knowledge on the crafting of locks and numerous other devices you seek, I am sure my monestary is well equiped to handle such research." Reaching into a pocket in is robe, Adon produces a small coin bearing the same face with third eye that adorned his scroll cap and flips to Dolum saying "If ever you should find yourself in the vacinity of Abaslom, that coin will gain you entrance to our library. It bears my mark and will identify you as a seeker of knowledge." With that Adon turns his attention to Taisper and Xane asking,"The little fella finally comin' around?"

"Ahhh, Dolum it is then. And yes, I am a traveler hailing from Abaslom's Grand Library of Irori.",Adon concludes popping a piece of food from one the platters Corban ordered into his mouth.

"You say you are of the Breaker Clan.",Adon ask rubbing his chin with his thumb and forefinger while cocking his head a little to the side in thought. Continuing on, Adon says " I do believe I've read of your Clan in the library at some point. Your clan is famous for something mechanical,locks if I am recalling correctly. Breaker is just such an atypical clan name for people who's names tend to begin with iron or end in forge,haha" Upon further reflection Adon adds, " It would be most intriguing to discuss your trade if I am correct in my belief about your clan. I am sure the abbot would be quite happy to have documents on locks authored by such an expert on the shelves of the Grand Library.",Adon finishes, taking another bite of food and gesturing for everyone else to enjoy the meal with him.

"Taisper, you are a most hospitable host. I will be quite thankful for any aid you may render on this issue of mine." Turning to Dolum,Adon bows his head and replys "And a fine evening to you, Mister Dwarf." Gesturing to the other members of the table he introduces each by name and then ask "What do they call you and where do you hail from, Mister Dwarf?"

Taking note of the 3 men Adon laughs at Corban's travelers remark saying " THEY CERTAINLY DO!" slapping Blzakk on the back in that good natured, but somewhat annoying way people with big personalities seem to love.

Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

Not really paying the men all that much attention due to the fact Taisper has mentioned that Corban actually has a firearm and that he has a friend who also knows about guns. "Irori be praised! What luck is this that I would find such learned individuals my first day in this grand city?" Adding, "Well, I'm sure if Irori saw fit to bring me to you so easily He won't mind us finishing his business later in more appropriate confines than the Angry Wizard," finishing his sentence with a warm chuckle.

Agreeing with Corban, Adon says,"I think Corban is right. Those men are no stranger than us or at least myself, haha. Leave them to their drinks and if anything comes up, I am sure we will attend to it properly." Turning back to Taisper and Xane to see if Xane has come around yet, Adon takes note of a somewhat skinny dwarf who seems intent on the going on at their table. Calling out to the eavesdropper, Adon says, "Hey there Skinny, if you would like to be part of our conversation, then by all means join us. We could always make room for one more at our table."

While listening to his new friends introduce themselves and answer each other's questions, he scans the bar for possible trouble and points of interest.

Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Sense Motive 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Seeing that Taisper is intent on keeping good on his word to prevent Xane from making a mess of the bar Adon reaches into the satchel at his waist retrieving a small, green bottle filled with a fine powder. Taking one of the empty mugs from table and adding a small measure of powder and water to it, Adon hands the mug to Taisper as it begins to fizz and form a foamy head. "That'll fix 'im up or he'll lose his cookies,come think of it he may end up doing both. Either way you shouldn't have to babysit afterward," Adon says with thundering chuckle.

Heal 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

Leaning back against the wall still laughing at the thought of what happens to a person who isn't ready for his tonic, Adon pulls the white scarf that his been covering head up to this point down around his shoulders exposing a faintly irredescent,blue birth mark on his forehead which resembles a third open eye. Turning to the other men at his table he gestures to the drawings he has placed on the table and ask "So, is there anyone you gentlemen know who may have intimate knowledge of devices like these?"

Bowing his head with a grin of approval to Corban in recognition of his uncanny knack for accents Adon says "You have a most keen ear, Mister Corban. I am, in fact, from the island of Abaslom and is indeed a very far trip, but I have come seeking knowledge to be preserved in our great library and Alkenstar is by far the best place in all of Glorian to procure such information. I am monk in the service of Irori and am extremely intrigued by a certain type of weapon which is found most readily here in your fine country." Reaching into his bag, Adon removes a scroll case bearing a brass cap emblazoned with a human head with closed eyes and an open third eye in the center of its forehead. Removing the cap from the case and setting it upon the table, Adon produces a piece of paper with several sketches of various types of firearms on it. "Perhaps one of you gentlemen could point me in the right direction as to whom in this wonderous city may be able to provide me with quality information on devices such as these?"

Seeing the men that he was headed toward are now actively waving him over Adon hails in a booming, jovial voice, "Thank you for the invite, fellas" and continues on toward their table. In route to his dinner partner's table he scoops up Xane as child would a kitten saying Let me lend you a hand there,father." Glancing at the flirtatious, young lass who is obviously trying to get his attention he winks and says "We'll see to it that he'll not cause any problems we cannot makes amends for tonight." Gesturing for Taisper to lead to the way back to the table and wearing Xane over his shoulders like shawl.

When they arrive at the table Adon moves a chair aside,sets the professor in it, and gently rest the professor's head on the table. Opting to take a seat on the floor in order to be on eye level with his new companions, Adon rolls out a mat and takes a seat with his back to a wall. Glancing around the table,Adon flashes everyone a large grin and exclaims "An odder grouping of gentlemen I've never seen, but hopefully never better company either. Thank you for having me as a stranger in a strange land. Perhaps we should come know each other a bit better?"

It has been quite a trip from the monestary of Irori in Abaslom and it had been longer than the giant of a man would have cared for, but so was life when on the road and the hardships one met along the way only served to hone one's soul to a finer edge. Alkenstar was quite a bit different from what the monk had expected to find, yet the people seemed courteous enough,though. (This had more to do with fact a man the size of a "small" giant wearing a strand of cannon balls for prayer beads around his torso was not someone to be discourteous to).

The rumble in the big man's stomach and parched lips soon sent him looking for a place to correct both. Having been lost in his thoughts about collecting information of firearms, traveling from his monestary, and how strange and wondorous a place Alkenstar was he failed to notice the a sign hanging right at face level. His sheer mass knocked the sign from its hinges causing it to hit the ground and make a rather embarrassing clatter. But, being shocked back into reality he was happy to note he was standing outside of a rather lively tavern, the Angry Wizard by name.

Ducking through the door, the monk began to scan the room for indviduals whom might make for interesting dinner companions.

Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17 Sense Motive 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Seeing a group of lively chaps in the corner, Adon begins moving their direction.