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Nooooo! Ah well, just being in the recruitment thread was a blast ;D Also: Yay first dibs on a new campaign!

Oscar groggily mixes up a packet of Alchemit's Friend in a tankard of water.
'Why am I in my underwear?'

He slowly scans the room and spots Tali wearing his clothes.
'Niiiiiice' He thinks to himself as a wide grin spreads across his face.

Well considering we don't actually have a DM and this is just evolving from character interaction, I'd say things have stayed pretty interesting so far lol. Also...hats off to Logen and Tali for starting this up. The tavern at the edge of the universe is brilliant.

Krallek chuckles at the lot of them.

One day I gotta show you guys how to fight in a bar me thinks. Worried bout the bones in your hand are ya?

Krallek chuckles some more.

You know, if you guys are gonna work together, you're gonna need to work together. I aint ever willingly hit anyone I considered on my side and I don't think I ever will. Thems the people you need to count on when things get ugly.

Oscar makes sure the Elf is still breathing and then moves over to Krallek and claps him on the back. "Now that's a sentiment I can appreciate, no one ever gets far on their own. Unless maybe you're a librarian...or a lighthouse keeper...or a maid...Coach driver...explorer, monk, researcher, translationist...well anyway you get what I'm trying to say right? Keep your friends close!" He grabs another drink to replace the one that 'slipped' out of his hand and looks back at Krallek. "By the way, we're not actually quite friends yet are we. I don't think I got your name before, I'm Oscar" and he holds out his hand.

You forgot about the mug of ale I threw at your head Logen ;)

Oscar picks himself up off the floor and brushes sawdust and peanut shells off himself.

Looking to Tali he says "I've still got some of my special reserve if you care for calmed nerves." Then walks over to the unconscious elf and produces a small glass bottle of faintly glowing liquid which he pours down the mans throat.

Cure Light wounds 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

...calls the gendarmes, then hides. Everyone is arrested and are no longer available to go adventuring.

Nooooo! I only threw a mug!

Sleight of Hand 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Oscar tries to hide in his own pocket and ends up a tangled mess of cloak on the floor.

lolz imagine the crit. the tough fighter doesn't faze the half-orc, then somebody whips a mug at his temple and floors him

Haha, I was hoping something a little more spectacular would happen when I saw that 20. Guess it just wasn't meant to be.

Also, Throw Anything is amazing for bar fights ;D

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22 Threat
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11 Failed to confirm crit.

A half full tankard of ale flies through the air and smashes Logen upside the head.

1d3 ⇒ 3Damage

I lit up a pipe and moved away, and also failed to roll initiative so this probably happens after Archaouss gets torn a new one.

Oscar seems to unconsciously light up his pipe and begins puffing away at it ferociously as he slides back against a wall.

Well this has gotten interesting.

Oscar blinks several times at the orc, arm still outstretched.

After a pause he looks down at the drink in his hand. "Oh, this? He takes a long pull from the frothing mug. "Ahhhh, can't beat that micro brewed flavor."

Rifling through several pockets, Oscar finally produces several small, stiff slips of paper and hands them out to everyone. They read:

Oscar aramil
Professional Brewmeister
There is also an address in some obscure town.

"I should probably have mentioned that sooner. I'm here on business, trying to sell my brew to the inkeep."

Oscar looks up at the orc and then down his nose at his pipe, and ends up making a cross eyed expression. There's something to be said for bravery, and something else entirely for stupidity
He clears his throat slightly and then puts out his pipe, mumbling to himself.
Turning to Talant'edhel he says gravely "That sounded far too personal for an unknown lout such as myself to have overheard, I apologize for eavesdropping." Then with a wicked grin he empties his tankard on the floor and refills it from a small cask that was hidden under his cloak. "Try this" he says offering the tankard, "Its my own special brew, and Its won quite some acclaim back home."

bleh, my internets been out all day

Realizing he's zoned out for some time Oscar fills his spindly long stemmed pipe and wanders over to the table where all the conversation seems to be happening.
Wreathed in sweet smelling smoke he introduces himself "Salutations! I seem to have lost myself for a bit there so I appologize if I came off as overly rude. Sometimes I tend to, ah, overindulge in my passions. I'm Oscar Aramil and I'm pleased to make your aquaintances."

...Though i do already have an inquisitor in the party. you may if you wish choose another class...

Drat! I was working on such an interesting character too, and I had some rather creative interrigation techniques. I'll change over to Alchemist then if thats still open. I'm on a work computer right now so I don't have access to my notes I drew up earlier, I'll update my profile shortly.

Oscar threw the door of the inn wide open and took in the scene at a glance. With a grin that could mean nothing but trouble for the ladies he headed over to the bar and ordered a shot of the hard stuff which he downed in one gulp.

At this point most of the patrons had completely forgotten his existence, save a few here or there whose gazes lingered on the handsome stranger.

With a theatrical gesture he slams some gold coins onto the counter top and exclaims over the general din of the common room "Drinks are on me until this runs out!"

with that he grabs a few drinks of his own and heads over to a table where two comely young ladies happen to be sitting.

I'll work up a complete character sheet tomorrow. Or maybe tonight if I still can't fall asleep.