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HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

"I know a respectable amount about most of the deities common to this region. Nature is a wealth of resources but it has to be managed in a sustainable manner even the most greedy businessman knows that. I mean what kind of fool would destroy an environmental system for short term gains."

"Diversifying species of trees could be beneficial, quicker growing cheaper varieties of trees would be useful for lumber and offset the cost of planting the duskwood trees, there are probably a host of local flaura and fauna that would suffer without their presence. It probably has characteristics that would be beneficial in particular roles but after a few decades some sustainable small scale harvesting would be potentially possible, I'll have to look into it."


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

It all seemed perfectly logical to Hob, maybe Fala had misunderstood what he was proposing. "But more trees, isn't that better than what's going on now? Or maybe she didn't like the sound of the giant mushrooms. Perhaps I should write up a proposal and then she can sit down with me and identify the objectionable part."


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

"They should plant new trees, more saplings than the trees they are cutting down. Sustainable book production... and furniture and other things. If we don't manage our trees correctly we can't have nice things... though I've heard in certain parts of the Underdark they use certain species of large fungus for similar purposes to wood."

Hob pauses for a moment "I wonder if forrestries could learn from the rhubard industry, I heard that when you prepare rhubarb growth right and are very quiet you can hear it growing. Imagine hearing trees growing!"

"If they are cutting down that many trees it's definitely an industry we could look into, sustainable profits for us and sustainable trees for Duskwood... we can build deluxe accommodations amongst the roots. Now if we had a druid we could really get things going!" Hobs eyes sparkle at the notion of infinite lumber to sustain his book lust.


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

Hob puts his hands up "Sometimes I feel like ye only ever half listen to me... fine you can deal with the ninjas in the assassins when the come through the attic!"


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

Hob sits up "We should try to get hired for some mercenary work to clear out a dungeon or a den of bandits... if we bring a wagon we can bring back the furniture and things we normally leave behind."


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

"I am suspecting he might have been invasive during his previous visits and upset the current occupant." Hob shakes his head.


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

Hob excitedly darts around looking in doors. "We should see if there are hidden panels or even passages."

Floorboards creak under his feet as he descends the stairs "We should live here once it's fixed up a little. The bar is going to be great. I think I'd like something in the attic. Maybe someday I can expand with some extra dimensional space augmenting it."

"I need to come up with some ghost puns in case they are nice. It's all in the branding, this is going to be great."


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

Right I'm currently in the process of moving so go nuts on botting. Compounding that paizo wont let me log in on my phone so I can't even do quick posts when out and about currently.


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

Hob looks over the document and finding nothing that seems out of place- at least that he notices simply nods and signs.

I'm thinking they met in a bar, likely a misunderstanding based on his luck. Maybe someone wanted to have a word with him but as they reached to grab his shoulder he ducked to pick up a coin he dropped... I imagine some yahoo grabbing Talliree getting grabbed by a stranger in a bar might earn a bloody nose. Then as the bar room erupted into chaos they found themselves on the same side... or even better yet a library which they steer clear of now, lots of book cases falling over in a somewhat farcical fight.


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

"We need to measure the rooms, I'm going to need some sturdy book cases!"


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

"We'll still get to meet up. We can tell you about our adventures though if you write any songs Mitchell will want a cut!"


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

"You could play at the new tavern!"


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

"Maybe she knows them... she doesn't seem too happy though." Hob commented before getting back to his food.


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

"It's not a dump its an opportunity!" Hob cheerfully responds.


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

@Ellena don't force yourself. Maybe we'll see you again, maybe not but one way or another I hope you have fun.


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

Hob begins his morning routine of grooming and getting dressed. After donning a pair of emerald robes with an amber stitched hems.

Once he comes down he gets a table big enough for the entire group and asks a member of staff. "Whats on the menu for breakfast?"


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

Hob begins to talks to Tania about what he considers interesting pieces of trivia and rumours. "I met this gnome once, from-" Hob frowns "I can't remember. Anyway he said he was once at a big gnomish feast and for the main course they had hamster... not a bunch of small ones. One big one the size of a cow. Said it was delicious."


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

Wearing his robes Hob is oblivious to him companions inner turmoil.

He combs his wet hair on his head with a comb... and then he proceeds to take a finer comb out, putting each foot onto a stool he combs the curly hair on his feet.

Once dressed he headed off to see what food and drink was available.


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

"This is a nice change of pace after those sewers. I think I'll grab a bath and see how good the music is tonight!"


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

"Being a part owner of a business like a tavern would make Waukeen happy right Mitchell? And I imagine having a Paladin of the Golden Lady part owner would make it very appealing to merchants, very respectable."


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

"I'll say some prayers in the temples of Ilmater and Lathander for your father." Hob chimes in. "When you come back you'll get to see the tavern running just right"


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

"Well we did rescue his friend. We had to fight a gang of criminals! Ellena made a song about it and everything. This is instead of the money but sounds like a great deal.... I mean it might be a flop house for otyughs or something. There has to be a catch but we can make it work."


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

"Himo, we're getting a tavern!" Hob gleefully points at the paperwork.


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

Hob begins to open the scroll tube and examine it's contents but as Ellena got into her song he became rather distracted.

The halfling man stands on his chair cheering and applauding his ally as her song comes to it's end.

"When did she get a chance to write that!?!" He then remembers the deed. "Even if the roof is caved in it's got to be worth more than we were promised. It's a tavern... we could have a tavern!"


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

I've poked him, he'll level up later as he is just about to step out.

HP: Average. 4+3=7. New total 16
+1 1st Level Spell Slot
Arcane Tradition: Divination
Divination Savant, Portent
New Spells: Feather Fall, Unseen Servant


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

Hob keeps his dagger handy and casts light on it. "This stopped being so much fun when the brain eating horror became a known factor."


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

"But here me out... the deadly brain eating monster went this way... so we shouldn't?" Hob volunteered hopefully but had a sneaking suspicion Talliree wouldn't be dissuaded.


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

"Getting out of here either way seems like a good idea. I don't want to fight something like that without a lot of preparation."


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

Hob holds up some rope but isn't advancing... getting between her and the goblin seemed foolhardy.


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

Hob takes a closer look at the Mosaic while the others consider where to go. He does a quick sketch of it for future reference and considers how much it resembles the chalk marks in the sewers and if there were any differences.


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

"I'd rather go back the way we came... they're really really dangerous. Lets get back up onto the streets."


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

"Maybe we can find a church of Lathander and with a suitable donation get him healed... or wait til tomorrow when Ellena has rested. Any church might do."


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

"Lets just hope the monster left. It was an Illithid though most know them as Mind Flayers. They have powerful psionic abilities and are rightly feared."

Mind flayers, also known as illithids are evil and sadistic aberrations, feared by sentient creatures on many worlds across the multiverse due to their powerful innate psionic abilities


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

"Don't shoot the one with the tentacle face, it will kill us all if we annoy it!" Hob calls out to his allies before hurling another firebolt at the distracted half orc and hits it square in the chest.

Firebolt: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 3


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

As the light from the firebolt illuminates the area and Hob gets a better look his face goes pale. A hand raises and a shaky finger points at the tentacled figure. "Oh we are *?!$£!"

Arcana: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Arcana: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

Hob swings a bolt of fire in an arc towards the half orc that lands about five foot behind it... "That was a warning shot, next one is going into your eye!"
Firebolt Vs Half Orc: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

Hob steps infront of Renear in a low stance and somehow manages to bring the man twice his size to a dead stop. [smaller]"Let us go first!"
Dex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
Strength: 1d20 ⇒ 19


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

"Lets go through the southern door. I'm out of my more powerul spells for now." Hob sighs before shrugging.


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

Hob looks between the two women andnthen down at the man. "If you've got something useful to say to stay her hand now would be the time." Hob then moves back out of the splash zone.


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

"Woah woah! If you go killing everyone we'll get a reputation and people will fight to the death every time rather than surrender or run away. Lets deal with the rest of the place and come back to him."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

"I'm not inclined to waste arcane energy one you... she doesn't have those concerns buddy!"


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

I had an idea that perhaps more than one person has been kidnapped... depending on how big this place is.


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

Just don't let Sir Mitchel Cloudkeep find out about your misdeeds... past, present or future!


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

"You might be able to sway that outcome a bit." Using a cantrip Hands light up with magic... casting surprisingly ominous shadows across his form. "Where and what is Grum'shar? What's his gear and what can he do?"

Intimidate: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

I haven't poked them too hard on it... I'm sure they'll adjust to the situation, as best as anyone can.


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

"We're here to rescue a noble you guys kidnapped... I'm assuming you don't have too many of those.... right?" Hob looks down at the man. "We can't just let people be kidnapped, this is kind of a risk of the job for you I guess. I do hope ye can take it in stride."


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

If we are looking to add a new character I might know someone who would likely be interested.


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

Sorry to see you go Tania!


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

Hob takes out some rope. "Lets tie up the other one before he wakes up! He might be able to tell us more about what's ahead."


HP: 16/16. AC: 16(13). 1st Level Spells 0/3

If he's still up after Tania's go!:

Hobs eyes go wide as the gray dwarf grows in size. "Any chance you want to surrender?" Hob asks but not being too hopeful with the dour dwarf he hurls some fire at it for extra encouragement.

Firebolt: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Fire Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 2

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