Gregory Bonedeuce's page

Perform (string): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17 Bonedeuce plays as if it were single combat, just besting Silas without the aid. He smiles when Morgan aides him to perform just slightly better.

"Commandant, if you please. Elder Hargrove is head of the lodge. He would be not pleased to see me give myself THAT promotion!"

A roaring laughter erupts from the rest of the guests.

"Ladies, Gentlemen, we are here to do honor to a group that has done a great service to our city of Port Shaw by ridding us of a scourge that has been plaguing us of late of smugglers of most foul drugs that have been contaminating our youth and our workers. A toast to them. Let us give them a hearty thank-you and welcome to our fair city.

Among those at the table are the Viscount Senegar Deepwarder and his niece, the Tolcrists, the Sidrows, the Duhamels, and the Stansports. All scions of many of the finest families in Port Shaw.

"Until two o'clock then. In the meantime I will have my inquisitor see what he can learn from these miscreants!"

With that he takes his leave.

"If you have more information to share then it is important that we meet as early as possible. Besides, the Lt is leaving with the tide and his company would be appreciated. Shall we make it 2 o'clock then?"

"You have met me so anyone else would be of lesser import, but I am sure we can make introductions!"He takes her hand and gives it a kiss.

In the morning you meet with Commandant Gregory Bonedeuce at Fort Stormshield. He is a strikingly handsome man, with chiseled features and cool blue eyes like the sea in winter. Always well dressed in his crisp uniform of white and royal blue, Gregory bears several medals and marks of distinction upon his jacket and enjoys a good cigar. He wathes his shoulders in a snow-white silken gentleman’s cape trimmed with blue velvet and is never without his commandant’s hat, also decorated with medals and trimmed with silver. Gregory is an excellent specimen of
warrior, with a lithe frame and panther-like movements. He crops his jet-black hair short and his tanned skin is unblemished.

"My dragoons tell me that you were instrumental in bringing down a smuggling ring that we have sought for quite some time now. You have my thanks and the thanks of the people of Port Shaw. We must dine at the Kraken's Gullet. Shall we say 3 o'clock? It will be a dinner in your honor."