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No Day Job for me.

Since there is no longer a barkeep around, Stromar helps himself to a mug of Ale.

Man, don't I feel useless. No damage delt, no one grappled. I was hoping for tales to tell from this! Ah, well.
:)

Stromar curses as the bartender dives away. I almost had her!

AoO: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7, miss.

Stromar leaps over the bar after the barkeep and attempts to grab her.
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Grapple: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Stromar double moves to behind the bar, eyeing the bartender suspiciously.

Stromar leans against the wall close to the door, sipping a mug of ale.

Don't want to get their chairs dirty.

Stromar smoothly turns and leaves. That went well.

My friends an I are looking to hire a dependable boat and her captain. How much would you need to take us to Escadar?

Ha! If you you don't want to travel with her, just say so!

Stromar grunts, but follows. No self respecting Dwarf would turn down a free drink!

Going around will probably be the more peaceful rout. For once I agree with Wingy. Don't worry, I won't make it a habit.

Stromar stays hidden, observing her reaction.

Speaking in Draconic may have been a better option...

Stromar moves quietly, fists in hand.

Stealth: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Well, if they live this close to the earth, they can't be all bad!

Us short folk have to stick together! ;)

Huh, I just realized that we have four tall women in our party. That is unusual.

Well now, how did that get there? Stromar says with a wink in Twigg's direction. He says a prayer and makes a respectful deposit.

I'm sorry, fair lady, for I am pennyless at the moment. I'm sure your sacrifice was great.

Stromar scrambles up. (Take 10 for 12 total.)

Hey, there is a shrine up here. Anyone know who the lady might be?

Stromar stretches a bit in preparation for the day’s journey.

Stromar curls up beside the campfire outside, not feeling as welcome with this group as he had previously.

Fort 1: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (6) + 15 = 21
Fort 2: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (16) + 15 = 31
Fort 3: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (7) + 15 = 22
Fort 4: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (17) + 15 = 32

Smell?! Are disgusted by gardening?! Do you wash your feet every time you walk a path? You perceive that I stink because you expect me to do so. I stink no more than the dirt on your feet!

To Twiggy, Wet? Do I look wet to you?

To Veniera, Use one of those outfits, those folks don’t need them anymore.

Bah! Soap smells bad, unnatural. Give me good, clean dirt any day.

Hmm, a keen observation. Now that all is well, Lord Urdel, I would offer you or one of your party a bit of sparing. I’m a little stiff and could use the practice.

I will be unavailable Friday through Sunday.

Make sure it's dead first, Moll.

And I was just getting to sleep! Stromar gets up from the ground and, if possible, moves into a charging lane for next round.

I can't edit the map from work, so move me as you see fit.

If we want to meet this cat, then staying here should be a sure fire way to do it.

Stromar looks around. Whoa, where did our Gnome go? I didn’t hear a splash... He scratches his head as he scans the river for a drowning figure.

Stromar moves easily across the trunk. (Acrobatics take 10: 16) Here kitty, kitty, kitty...

A panther seems to be a rather mundane creature to be able to avoid skilled hunters as yourself. It most be some cat.

My name is Stromar and I'm not afraid of getting my hands a little dirty. He says in an ironic tone. I am eager to begin some actual missions for the Society and Amara Li. To gain more wisdom and understanding while we travel.

To Tyra, You seem to be a bit ruffled. Anything you would like to talk about?

Well then, let's go! Maybe we will find a bear. I have not wrestled a bear yet...

Nice!

You flatter me, sir. But I see just as many stars by your name as by mine. :)

I have GMed this scenario before. I'm really looking forward to being able to say that I have wrestled a couple of the creatures we will meet.

Covered in a thin layer of dirt with mud caked on his boots, Stromar is a startling contrast to the well dressed lady talking down her nose at the new recruits.

Hoo Rah!

Reporting for duty!

Decided to go with my monk.

Be careful when touching my tattoos, they bite…