Sventon slowly backs away seeking comfort of the wall on the other side of the room.Cayden save us, what in the nine hells is that beast? Did it just...send flying leeches at your summoning?
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It's as big as two men, if one was standing on the shoulders of another.
There is something suspended from the ceilling in the next room. A monster of some kind. I couldn't really see all that well. whispers Sventon to the rest of the group.
Sventon focuses on the breathing and the creaking, trying to penetrate the darkness with his darkvision.
Sventon's brow furrows as he reads the letter. He passes it on.
Sventon whips out his tools from a pocket on his outfit and starts fiddling with the trap.
Sventon takes out the note and re-reads it smiling and growing grimmer at the same time.
Sventon will walk towards the horned beast while taking out his dagger and try to hit it with a throw.
Sventon charges the goblin at the end of the corridor, his face perfectly calm and letting of no sound whatsoever. The curve blade rises in a searing arc at the hapless creature.
Sventon leveling hp +5 (+1 class)
Class features No trace, sneak attack +2d6 Skills (11) Acrobatics +1, Appraise +1, Climb +1, Disable Device +1, Escape Artist +1, Knowledge (Local) +1, Knowledge (Nobility) +1, Perception +1, Stealth +1, Swim +1, Use Magic Device +1 Feat: Improved Dirty Trick I'm back, mostly and will try my damnedest to post whenever i can (mostly early morning or late evening CET)
It's starting to scare me too says Sventon looking around uncomfortably and inspecting his blade for chips.
By the gods! What are you?
Sventon sighs So much for an ambush. He goes into the room and positions himself across Beren so that he can flank the dog.
Sventon will wait with readied action for the creature to step into his threatened square (one that doesn't grant it cover from the doorway) and swing away with all his might.
Sventon follows drawing his curve blade with a steel hiss. He positions himself to the hinge-less side of the door, blows his hair from his face and smiles.
Sventon will attempt to use the wand on Beren.
Pulling out rope from his backpack, Sventon approaches the goblins carefully and starts tying one up. He will try to tie as many as he can with this roll of fifty feet, without cutting the rope. He is however ready for anything
Hearing his 'voice', Sventon frowns noticeably. Who are you? What are you doing here?
Yeah, somebody is coming. Several of them. Sventon sheaths his sword and prepares two daggers.
Sventon draws hiw curve blade while approaching the elemental to the south to aid jazz.
Sventon will, as a free action, bring out one of his daggers from his spring loaded bracer and throw it at the elemental on the far left part of the tower.
Having missed, he will move to the far right of the tower trying to slink back from sight.
Giving a sigh of resignation, Sventon takes up the rear of the group, curve blade at the ready.
I can scout ahead says Sventon Wouldn't want to be spotted before we get a chance to come closer
Getting up in the morning, Sventon starts gearing up for work. He dons his explorer's outfit, puts on his chain shirt and dons his scent cloak. He buckles his curve blade sheath on the back, making it easy for him to reach it and puts the daggers on his belt. He also places two daggers in his wrist sheaths.
Sventon listens to the girl thoughtfully.
Where was that someone taken?
Do you know who captured you and why? We could help.
Sventon, after saying good-bye to Ingrid has sat with Jazz and listened while he talked to Beltzer.
Sventon catches her hand and looks her in the eyes.
I trust them with my life says Sventon grabbing Ingrid by her back and leaning hear almost to the ground, then lifting her back and giving her a twirl I've been through some hairy situations with most of them. They're a good bunch, even the kobold. he chuckles imagining Rikaku dancing with Ingrid and being mindful of his tail.
Sventon smiles warmly, as he can see that Ingrid likes him, a good thing, since he has taken a liking to her as well.
Sventon joins the girl dancing, hoping that someone will start playing a tune. But for now he focuses on Ingrid.
Sventon gets up and offers Ingrid his arm, asking Is there a place where people can dance, or do we have to wait for someone to start playing music?
Sventon looks at the girls expectantly, hoping for a favorable answer.
You can dance? Well, that's great, I was just looking for somebody to teach me to dance. I find it a big hole in my overall education. Plus, we could maybe practice together? Sventon momentarily looks after Beren as he leaves.
Of course you can hang out with us. After all, you were nice enough to show us this fine establishment. Tell me, what are you skilled at, if it's not a secret? Sventon leans on his hand, looking at the girls.
Well, that little goblin was an interesting fellow. I admire it's bravery. I'm sure there are a few people who would not like a goblin here. He looks at the girls and smiles
And you, ladies? Anything fun to do in this town?
Map is awesome. Which program did you use?
Sventon smiles at the creature favorably, admiring it's spunk. I might help Trogg with that, if you want, we would make assistant and that other one regret that you got hoof to face he says in Goblin. We shouldn't let big folk pick on little folk just because they are smaller. I say, if we have free time we pay that assistant a visit and teach him some manners perhaps. he says in common.
Sventon frowns slightly and looks at all the elves in the group pointedly. Elven
Spoiler:
Why is he so secretive about the mapmaker? Suspicious. He listens to the mapmaker trying to discern what the creature in robes is. Also trying to remember if he heard something about this particular mapmaker.
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Spoiler: Since Sventon speaks Goblin, can he catch inflections and pronunciations in the goblin's speech?
Or worse Sventon agrees as he removes the last bits of meat from the chicken and takes a strong swig of ale to have it go down.
Sventon eased into his chair and started eating. Since he was quite hungry, he didn't talk much, but listened very attentively.
I haven't gotten the impression that the duke is the scheming type. Variel, you lived here, what can you tell us? Sventon enters the Inn I will have a flagon of bear, my good innkeep, and some soup if you have any. Meat will also find good reception. He looks for a free table with enough room to seat all of them, and if he finds one, he will walk towards it and sit, making sure not to sit at the head of the table.
A drink would suit my parched tongue just right says Sventon falling in line with the rest of the walkers. Lead away
Sventon gives a slight twist of the lip and shrugs.
Well i wanted to play a thief, not a con man...damn :D
As Sventon walks up the gravel road, he spots two of his friends, and a rare smile appears on his face. He approaches them and shakes their hands warmly.
The table is fine with me...
I like Beren's idea much better then mine ^^
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