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Argh! Throwing my hat in the ring at the deadline!

I'll throw my hat in the ring. Sothonin is a monk that was made for a different Carrion Crown game, but was not selected for play. Crunch and backstory can be found in the profile page. Just finished editing to fit this game's rules.

Sipping his wine with a contented sigh, Sothonin did a double take after a quick glance down told him his pack was gone. Shutting his book and hopping down from his stool, he looked around but his bag was nowhere to be seen. Apparently, this had happened to a good number of people, possibly all of them. He strode over to the group that looked to be doing something about it. He still carried his book with him, he'd not lose this as well.

"This may be some kid's prank, so let's be careful here. There's no cause for drawing steel while there's still a chance for a peaceful resolution. Worst come to worst, I can handle things with my own two fists." With that, he follows the group through the kitchen door.

With a flash of light and a crash of thunder, the door opens once more and an older man, soaked to the bone dashes in. Shutting the door behind him, he rests his back against the door, catching his breath. "Oh thank the stars! This storm is really getting bad. I saw the light from the road and figured anything would be better than staying out in that frightful weather!" Taking a better look at the room around him, his smile faded somewhat, "Though now I'm not so sure about that . . . "

The man walked to the bar, set his pack down by a stool, but did not sit. Instead he reached into his bag and pulled out a towel. After drying himself off, he sat heavily, sighing in relief as his feet left the ground for the first time in what felt like days. "Barkeep, a glass of red wine, and a bowl of whatever is warm, please." After ordering, he reached once more into his pack, and this time produced a small leather bound book. The title on the front read "Fantastic Beasts by Species and Location" and the author's initials were PL. Running a hand over the front of the book for a moment, he opened it to his bookmark and began to read while waiting for his order.

I know you said I was good to go, but I didn't see my character on the list.

Just making sure!

Finally got off work and Paizo's servers are right as rain once more!

For you consideration, a Martial Artist Monk. Profile has a backstory and the crunch.

The tavern was a dream!? *Inception Noise*

Good luck to the chosen four.

If you do decide to run a second table, that'd be awesome!

The answer you seek
Is everyone gathered here.
Eventually.

Soth reaches across the table to give the man a firm handshake, "My name is Sothonin, but please, call me Soth."

He smiles warmly, as he readjusts himself in his seat. "So another worshiper of the butterfly woman, eh? Seems she's very popular just now. I'll admit to having thrown up a prayer or two to her from time to time. I do quite a bit of traveling and there have been times when it looked like only a god, or goddess, would get me out of a rather sticky situation. And who's to say that it didn't, for all I know on the subject?"

Soth finally finished the rather large bite he had crammed in his mouth and washed it down with another large gulp of mead. He turned back to the conversation with a slight grin on his face. "I suppose I'm the odd man out here. I wasn't raised in a temple to any god, and I have no true faith as it seems all of you have. I was raised in a school in the western River Kingdoms that my father founded. It is not a normal battle college like some around the area, my father and the lecturers he hires speak on more than just the best way to defeat a numerically superior opponent, although that sort of thing is covered." He smiles and looks down at his own hands, big and tough, made rough by years of hard use. "He raised me to rely on my own two hands and so I have made them into weapons. His greatest lesson though, was that it is the mind that is the most lethal weapon. 'Forewarned is forearmed' and all that. Heh." He brings his head up and his mood lightens drastically. "The River Kingdoms are quite often in a state of flux, and I have only recently returned home from traveling abroad. I'm afraid I couldn't tell you much about them other than the basics you could read out of a travel guide."

He directed his attention to the tiefling specifically, "I have to say though, you are rather brave to come to Ustalav, looking the way you do. I have been given to understand they are not the most open or welcoming of people to outsiders of any sort, let alone those who are clearly... irregular. I hope you know I mean no offense, of course."

Soth grins at the new arrival, and rolls his eyes when he hears her order. "More mead? Bless the bees!" he calls in a sing-song voice. He sees that he has lifted his own mead in a sort of toast as he spoke. He takes a sip to keep from being rude, then sets it down carefully. Soth realizes he's much drunker than he had thought. He thinks to himself that this is going to have to be the last of the booze for today. But there is much to drink about, and he shrugs and figures today could be a time for drink, let tomorrow be a time for sober contemplation.

"Nice trick, name's Soth. Who're you?" he blurted as he turned back to the woman in the armor. He could scarcely believe how forward and blunt he was being. He knew he was normally so tactful and reserved, but it must be all this mead. "Bless the bees indeed." he muttered under his breath.

"A drink in honor of a goddess? How can I say no?"

He gets up and moves down so that he is sitting next to the attractive raven haired woman. As he moves, he takes in the fact that she is both armed and armored. He wonders just who this woman might be or what she may have to be wary of in a small town like this. He himself is wearing nothing more than a white cotton shirt and dark trousers under a traveling cloak. He smiles as he sits, saying, "Though I do have a rule about drinking with strangers. My name is Sothonin, but please call me Soth. May I ask yours?"

The man sitting a few stools down with the thick black hair and goatee chokes on his ale in surprise, setting the mug back down on the bartop with a rather loud clink. He coughs for a moment and wipes his eyes. He turns to the strange speaking man, "Raw alcohol? Do you mean the kind of thing you'd use to clean a wound? Is it really healthy to drink such things?"

Returning to his drink, he sizes up the woman now leaning on the bar. Remembering to swallow this time, he turns to her and retorts, "I've been to many a pub, alehouse, and tavern across the region. In almost all, there's one god revered above all others. A god of wine and ale, of freedom and adventure, the Lucky Drunk, Cayden Cailean!" His voice was almost roaring at the end. He raised his mug and drank deep, then pounded the now empty mug on the bar, in the manner that many do when toasting the Accidental God.

Feeling a bit embarrassed at this seemingly random outburst, he grew red in the face and quietly motioned for the bartender. "I believe I'll be needing another round, please dear. Thank you."

Soth's roleplay sample has been placed in the profile page. With that I believe he's finished. So if there's anything else that's needed or there are any questions, please ask.

This is the application for Silvertounge's rolls. Backstory and link to character sheet on profile page. In character roleplay sample to follow shortly.