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"So who would be in charge of collecting the town's taxes and handing them over?" Corrmesa asks truly confused that the mayor wouldn't know something like that.

"Really?" the elf asks getting a concerned look on his face. "Could it have something to do with the tax collector that passed through here? That would definitely be one outsider no one would want to see."

"As friendly as one would expect," Corrmesa says with a shrug. "Your friend Leonard was not as nice as the farmer and his son. So hopefully he is in the minority when it comes to the way the town feels about strangers who are just passing through."

"Corrmesa Valingesh," the elf say with a nod.

Corrmesa didn't flinch during the stare down with Leonard, he almost smiled at the possibility of a fight.

He drops his folded arms as the man he thinks is the mayor talks to the others. "Well we came at the right time. We can enjoy this festival and then camp before setting off in the morning." he says to no one in particular.

" A plausible story. The greed of humans is know far and wide." Corrmesa thinks to himself.

"Maybe we should stay the night and leave in the morning." the elf suggests out loud.

"But first a little checking up on your story to be sure we aren't be sent on a wild hawk chase." he thinks with a forced smile.

Roll a Bluff (+1) for the elf if you think it is needed.

Defiantly not the face here. So will just follow along quietly. :)

"Trust much?" Corrmesa thinks but wishes he could say outloud.

"Lead on then," he says cold and bluntly.

Corrmesa watches the farmer for any deceptions as the others try and find out where the mayor or the tax collector might be.

Sense Motive 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

The elf crosses his arms and glowers for a few minutes not trusting himself to say anything at the moment.

"That thing appears harmless but one can never know," the elf thinks to himself as the words to a spell form on his lips.

cast magic missile - 2d4+2 if the thing takes a bite

Init: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Standing by and not knowing exactly what to expect.

Perception 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Swating at some odd bug Corrmesa is slightly distracted.

"The quicker gone from here the better I say," he notes looking at the dead thing in his hand, before wiping it away.

Not liking the area this town is in (at all) Corrmesa keeps an eye out for trouble.

Perception +3, ok not a good watchdog but you never know

Being elven the forest is the way to go for Corrmesa. So he would vote a land route.

Listening to Eve tell what she has heard of the human town of Ravenmoor the elf is not surprised. "Inhospitable to strangers, and if we spend to much time hanging around looking we might catch something. Or have all our blood sucked out of us by vampire birds."

He shakes his head. "Why am I not surprised."

Ready to go whenever, but would probably like to change spells the next morning due to info shared.

The elf takes note of the party that Jeminda has put together and gives a nod of his own in approval.

"Corrmesa Valingesh," he says by way of introduction. "A hunter is an excellent companion to have when we have someone to find. My talents are more in line with the Maer Shadi, Spell Blades - in common. I have mastered melding the arcane with the martial for a doubly effective offense."

He seems more than a little sure of himself when he speaks.

You did only want one person to make the checks correct?

Corrmesa packs away the few things he retrieved from his pack during the chat with Jeminda. He goes over what he has and what he may need to look into getting, for the trip.

Corrmesa shrugs. "Humans and their secrets. Typical," he thinks to himself.

"The job is noble and the pay is good. We should prepare for the trip and maybe see what we can learn of the tax dodgers beforehand." the elf says aloud. "Anyone here know of Ravenmoor? Jeminda anything else you could tell would be appreciated."

"An overly large sum to just investigate. She must really wish to find out what happen to this broth-in-law of hers." Corrmesa thinks to himself.

"I can not speak for the others and will help, but what do you believe is wrong that you need to hire the likes of us." he asks still slightly suspicious, but then he never has found a human he could trust.

"Seems you are gathering a group of us Ms. Jeminda, hmm..." 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

probably not the best to do his but always worth a shot

Corrmesa eyes the girl and glowers. He is about to retort when he bites his tonuge knowing that it would do no good to snap at the human.

"We are waiting on someone by that name, aye. I am Corrmesa Valingesh but I wonder why you have summoned people you don't know for this mysterious adnevtuerer work?"

"My summons had a lot of praise and little facts in it." Corrmesa says drawing forth the parchment and tossing it unto the table.

"There that should get Jeminda's attention. Should whoever they are arrive soon."

it's ok with me if it's ok with Mrdarknlight that are characters are traveling together

Corrmesa enters the doorway of the Drunken Dog and stops, looking around. His quiver and elven blade sit above each of his shoulders and his bow is cupped in his hand easily. To the untrained he appears to be some sort of hunter, just arriving from the forest.

The elf tries to spot Jeminda. And although he hasn't met the man he looks for someone sitting alone and watching the door.

Although it is possible the man isn't here yet and he will have to wait. So he enters the tavern and looks for a table.

Well he doesn't like to "rough it" but is ok with traveling.

Do we know why we are in/going to Ravenmoor? Maybe the two are looking into something for the elves nearby?

Traits are done all the numbers done - but nothing is jumping at me for background, sorry.

Here is the alias for Lost Gamer (me).

Just need - traits, background, and to organize.

Any info you can give me to help with background?

sphar said up top that they would be the rogue.

Corrmesa is done save for background and two traits. But will be completely finished SUN night.

Here is my Elven Magnus who believes all other races are weak and need elven protection. Still need to go over a lot of choices but will have him done before SUN.

Oh and need HP:

Level 1: 1d8 = 8
Level 2: 1d8 ⇒ 8
Level 3: 1d8 ⇒ 4