Damptons Delve - Tavern - Magnimar Naos District

[Violca Grey]

Kyros Deun wrote:

I tend to see a select group of people in my adventures."

"I know what you mean," Violca chimes in. "There are a few people that I fling my lot in with more often than others. There's a quadre of tieflings I run with now and again, as well as Menas and a crotchety Chelaxian gunslinger." She runs a finger around the rim of her wineglass. "No matter how little know my fellow agents, I'd sooner have all alcohol turn to dust in my mouth than see one of them die."

[Kyros Deun]

"I seem to run most frequently with anoter absolomian man like myself. Carlos Ironcrafter, if you can believe it. Varisian like yourself, parents couldn't afford to keep him, so they apprenticed him to Magnus Ironcrafter. He became ann adventurer in order to escape marrying Sasha Ironcrafter. He's saved our ass more times than I can count."

[Violca Grey]

Kyros Deun wrote:

"He's saved our ass more times than I can count."

"I try to do the saving, though I have been the damsel in distress now and again." Violca smirks. "Sometimes that's more fun."

[Magnus "Fist of the Linnorm"]

"The Society seem to place us in assignments based on our experience. There are folks I remember in my early days that I no longer see. Then again, people say I work and train too much, heh."

Magnus looks over to Violca.

"Who knows, perhaps one day we may find ourselves on the same assignment. You can be the naked maiden in bonds. I save you. Then you can see the Linnorm in action!"

Magnus muses for a bit and comes up with a romantic idea (to an Ulfen).

"Perhaps I will ask one of the captains and see. I will tell them you are my wife and we wish for same assignment so we can die together."

[Violca Grey]

Violca puts on a pout.

"I don't want to die yet. I quite like being alive, thank you very much, she declares before murmuring. "And I don't relish being ever being used as a spell component."

[Eric Brittain]

Urai fills his mug yet again.

"This is the best way, to find those who are not fools and only work with them."

His eyes burn as he continues.

'If you do not have at least one person who you know is solid and that will stand when the screaming begins then do not do the things the Venture Captains tell you to do. Tell them no and leave. It is easier and cheaper. They will be mad but this does not matter as they are not the ones who will bleed."

His brow furrows in a scowl.

"When the shadow lodge was first forming and I learned of their goals. I was approached and was sorely tempted to join the cause. It seemed better that what the Society was doing then. It made sense to me to use what we had in the vaults to pillage nations."

He laughs and shakes his head.

"It is good that Tauni was there and did not approve of us joining Shadow Lodge. My wife saved many peoples lives that day."

With a wide feral smile he raises his mug continues, "So drink to the wisdom of women, for know when to listen and when to be deaf!".

He gulps down the Vjarik without pausing for breath and when done slams the mug to the table.

[Magnus "Fist of the Linnorm"]

"YAAAAAH!" Magnus raises his mug "To the wisdom of women! For what lies in their minds and in between their legs!" Downs his Vjarik and slams down the mug.

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"I don't want to die yet. I quite like being alive, thank you very much, she declares before murmuring. "And I don't relish being ever being used as a spell component."

"Hmmm. You are right. We make love first, then we die."

[Kyros Deun]

"For goodness sakes, Magnus, give the poor women a break. Let a charming individual show you how it's done." He gives a smirk to Violca, then continues with his Vjarik.

[Violca Grey]

Violca arches a delicate eyebow, a faint smile marks her amusement.

"And how is it done, Kyros?" she purrs.

[Magnus "Fist of the Linnorm"]

Magnus takes out a parchment, ink, and quill and prepares to take notes.

[Kyros Deun]

"One: every women is unique. They have different tastes, different turn on's. Two: Charm first. If you make mistake, turn the sorry into a compliment. Three: For some reason, bonking on the head does not seem to work as much as I would like too."

Having finish his lists, he turns to Violca.

"Miss Grey, how are you this fine evening?"

[Magnus "Fist of the Linnorm"]

Magnus looks up from jotting down notes. Looks over it.

"Well I kinda already knew number one. Every woman is unique. Each taste different and turn me on in a different way."

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Having finish his lists, he turns to Violca.

"Miss Grey, how are you this fine evening?"

Magnus furrows his brow, listening.

"Alright. I get it, I get it."

Tries to emulate what Kyros is doing.

"How's this?"

"Violca you sexy Minx. How are you this fine evening? I am requesting permission to see how you taste."

[Violca Grey]

Violca chokes back a laugh, covering her mouth to avoid spitting out a mouthful of wine. She swallows both the wine and the laughter.

"I am well thank you," she says, nodding to each in turn. To Magnus she rplies, "I think, however, that you need some more lessons from Kyros before the offer of tasting is considered."

[Kyros Deun]

Kyros laughs as well. "I don't know, it worked in Riddleport. Anyways... may I have a dance?" He turns over to Magnus "Mind if I dance with your soon-to-be pretend wife?"

[Magnus "Fist of the Linnorm"]

"Ahhh sure. If that gets me a taste afterwards."

[Kyros Deun]

"Well then," Kyros walks over to Violca, sticking out his hand "May I have this dance?"

[Malehavoc's Revenge]

(Leon drinks from his mug of ale. he is listening to the music and the half-inane conversation at the bar. After Magnus makes his comment, he begins to choke on his ale and sprays it all over his table. As he busts out laughing.) "By all that is natural in life, You need some lessons on courting."

[Violca Grey]

Violca tips her head to the side for a moment then nods.

"Very well, Kyros, let's see if you can keep up." She drains her glass and stands, placing her hand in his. To the fiddler in the corner she calls out something in Varisian.

In Varisian:

"Let's see if this devil can dance, friend!"

The fiddler grins obligingly and begins to play a firey tune. Violca spins away from Kyros, undulating to the music and beckoning him to follow her to the dias, the only real open space in bar.

[Kyros Deun]

"Oh yes, the devil can dance." Kyros replies, following after her."

Raw Charisma Check

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6 18

[Violca Grey]

Violca laughs brightly and she leads the dance, keeping Kyros moving at a furious pace, but not letting him miss his footing too badly.

Perform Dance 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

When the music crashes to an end, Viola directs the applause and praise to the fiddler. While he becomes the centre of attention, she guides Kyros back to the bar and sits him down with a mug of ale.

"Drink up," she directs. "Maybe tomorrow you won't remember." She ruffles his hair and takes a seat between him and Magnus.

[Kyros Deun]

"Well maybe the devil can't." He turns to Magnus. "But you get the idea?"

[Magnus "Fist of the Linnorm"]

"So did you taste her?"

[Kyros Deun]

"As of yet, no. All honesty I haven't figured out what to do next."

[Magnus "Fist of the Linnorm"]

"Bah. Tis worst than learning how to draw words. I say a good tree will take care of it all."

[Violca Grey]

"I suppose I'll regret asking, but what does a tree have to do with this?"

[Magnus "Fist of the Linnorm"]

"A good tree has good branches. A good branch makes a good club. A good club makes a good bonking on the head."

[Kyros Deun]

"At this point, resort to head bonking, but NOT on Violca. We'd lose a treasure."

[Kyros Deun]

"Now let's talk adventures."

[Mordaith]

Menas offers a quirky smile. "I'll break open a bottle of the house best for the best story of adventure I hear before the shop closes. Give something for the after supper rush to listen too." [/i] He looks outside at the rapidly darkening dusk as more patrons file in for the busiest time of the bar.

[Violca Grey]

"While you wait for your storytellers, I'll earn my keep Menas," Violca calls over her shoulder as she makes her way to the dias once more. This time she sings a simple but pleasant song about the comforts of a drink and friendship on a fine evening.

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

The music wafts out through the open door. Combined with the warmth and light spilling into the street, the song does its job as people pause outside to listen then wander in to find the singer.

[Magnus "Fist of the Linnorm"]

Magnus contemplates for a moment and speaks up.

“Alright. I have something.”

“This is an Andoran tavern, aye? Then, I will leave you all with a final tale for the eve. A tale about liberation from darkness! How’s that!? Thereafter, I shall steal Violca to help me chronicle my discovery of the Battle of Charda.”

[Magnus "Fist of the Linnorm"]

Magnus begins his tale:

“Listen all who will. I will tell you a tale not many know of. This tale takes place in my homeland, the Land of the Linnorm Kings. A tale of the Linnorm Clan. Even to some of the Northmen, it’s an old wives tale, but those who know better, it’s true! The Father of All Linnorms. The Linnorm Clan. A great Darkness that haunts the Grungir Forest.”

“Deep in the Grungir Forest, there lives a clan that existed before men became intelligent. This clan was strong. The men all possessed the strength of Fafnir's arm before he was eternally cursed. This clan was an ancient one who served the First and True King of the North. Those of you who do not know who Fafnir is, well, he is the Father of Linnorms. One of the first dragons of Golarion who arrived from the First World. Like demons appearing in the night, this clan raided for him and they pay tribute to their dark patron with loot and food in the form of the captured. In truth, they were nothing but thralls, slaves to fear. And such is how they lived.”

“Twenty-five winters ago, a member joined the clan. As the child took his first breath, his mother took her last. This child was different. He was the weakest of his clansmen. His father, the Jarl, saw his birth anything but fortuitous. And because he was the weakest, he was looked upon with little value and treated as such. There was little he can do, except watch from the sides as his clansmen spared with ice trolls. You see, ice trolls make the perfect dummies. You hit them as hard as you like, their wounds disappear. And they hit back! It was Glima in its purest form! None of this folk wrestling silliness the Northmen do these days. Anyways, what the child lacked in strength of body, he had in strength of mind. He thirsted for knowledge and learned by watching. When his clansmen were away, he trained his hands by digging through packed ice.”

“At fourteen winters, the child, now a young lad with barely a hair on his chin, was taken on his first raid - a well-fortified settlement near the forest. A raiding party was formed. When the Linnorm Clan struck, they stuck in the form of a fire-wyrm many say. The truth, this fire-wyrm was many men holding torches and they come under the cover of fog.”

“That day, the young lad tasted his first battle and his first defeat. Defeat came swiftly in the form of a blow to the head. The defense proved too strong and his clansmen retreated. Now, it is said that the Linnorm Clan leaves no one behind. They carry off the dead like phantoms. That is why no one has ever seen one alive or dead. But that day tradition and the bonds of brotherhood were broken. The youth was left behind. Perhaps because he was weak and he was no longer worth of life, so his clansmen left him.”

“But the lad did not die. He lived. He woke up to the face of a golden-haired lass. Valhalla he thought. First time he seen such bright colors. But dead he was not. The lass had nursed him back to the land of the living. The lass was the daughter of the Jarl of the village he tried to raid. At first, he was caged like the feral beast he appeared to be. But as time aged, he was easily tamed because he thirst for knowledge as much as he thirst for drink and food. He was like a beast always sniffing.”

“One day, he was let outside and he saw the clear sky for the first time. It was not a sky tainted by fog nor the canopy of trees. It was a blue sky and a golden fire upon it. It was the most beautiful sight he saw.”

“The Skald these people spoke was different from the one he spoke. His was a tongue ancient. But he learned. These people also showed him warmth. No longer was he beatened for leisure and the last to eat. That is when he first learned what freedom was. He was no longer shackled to the darkness of the forest, no longer a thrall to Fafnir. He had a new father, a loving family, and a new life.”

“His new clansmen thought he was exotic. Strong. No one seen one from the Linnorm Clan before. The village priestess saw in a prophecy that he would be the one who would save the village from the brood of Fafnir. The village has grown weak with every passing raid and will not survive another. The youth was stricken at first to fight against his blood, but the final choice came easily.”

“A winter from the time they last came, the Linnorm Clan returned to destroy and cast their foul curse on what he grew to love. What happened thereafter cannot be described in words. All the lad saw was the crimson mist, and when it cleared. The Jarl was dead, his daughter was dead, and his blood father was dead, slain by his own hands.”

“The prophecy was true. He saved the village...The thirty heads that still breath. The Linnorm Clan never returned because there was nothing to return to claim. He was truly free. But the freedom for a few came at a hefty price of many lives that day.”

“The lad headed west closer to civilized men to start a new life with harsh lessons learned. The lesson being...

"One can achieve freedom in death, but never take the one you have in life for granted, no matter how great or how small.”

Magnus looks up as he concludes his tale and grins.

“And although he may not be Andoran in duty, he remains to this day in his heart.”

[Kyros Deun]

"... whoa. Impressive story Magnus. Were you the prophesied child?"

[Alain Elrad]

A svelte 6'2 180 lbs pointed ear man aasimar with dreaded green hair and golden eyes, wearing pirate's regalia stumbles into the bar cheerfully singing a sea chanty. And Yells out "Hello everyone how ye day going mates? "hiccups" Mine be good now dat I got me a nice new ship I bought. Going ta help me do a lot of good in dis land. Then falls down into a stool at the bar. 'Bar keep a shot of ye best rum please." Then looks around the place.

[Violca Grey]

Violca returns to the bar as the Aasimar walks in. She slips behind the bar and winks as Menas as she pours a new tankard of Vjarik for Magnus.

"Alain, darrrling," Violca purrs. "I don't believe that you are drunk enough." She chuckles. "You don't want rum, Alain. Drink this." She pours another tankard of Vjarik. "It'll put hair on your chest."

[Alain Elrad]

He chuckles "Well ma'am if ye say so I shall give dis drink a try" he stumbles as he takes the drink and stands up raising the tankard of Vjarik and sings "Upon the sea where we are all free, no man could take that from me, I will sail the sea both far and wide, and save the flocks from slavers tide, for we all here are stronger then tyranny's plight, for Andoran we all shall fight." then slams the tankard back, and when raises the tankard again. Then falls back into a chair and hums cheerfully.

[Menas Dampton]

Menas frowns deeply. "Violca, dear, please stop serving the Vjarik too those that do not request it. It is an acquired taste, and I prefer to have it around for our fine Ulfen guest, for those seeking am exotic or harder drink, to protect from thieves, or to punish myself for a transgression or two. Bottom line, it is not all together pleasing to the pallet of non Ulfen folk. The fact he drank so much so quickly indicates it is probably good that I am a priest of the Drunken Lord."

[Antal Underfoot]

A young halfling, about 25 say, with a large crossbow strapped to his back, stops outside Damptons Delve. He hears singing

"wait a minute, only one person I know can sing like that." He rushes in: "Lissa! It's me Antal, I've... oh." He looks up at the lovely woman who was singing (assuming it's not the Ulfen man twice his size). "Hello there, miss. You have a lovely singing voice."

[Alain Elrad]

Alain looks up to Menas shows him his silver holy symbol of the drunken god with a smirk "Violca thank ye for da drink, and little boy the singing ye heard was most likely me" chuckles slight and looks at the halfling "Oh sorry mate ya are not a litte boy ye be a halfling, Mates I think *hiccups* I might have had a bit to much ta drink in celebration of me new ship" laughs loudly. " By the by mates the Elrad is open ta any and all folks of freedom. So just let old Alain here know if ye need ta get some place free of charge for my follow freedom fighters." hiccups again with a big grin on his face.

[Kyros Deun]

"Ello, Antal! " Kyros looks around at the motley crew around him. He points to each in turn "Menas, Violca, Alain, Magnus, Kyros."

[Mordaith]

The bartender of the Drunken Lord regards Alain with pursed lips. "Just remember friend, Our gracious patron lives for the enjoyment of his favored beverages. But he has disdain for those that abuse it. And as a man of the flagon, I can attest that just cause you venerated the Accidental God does not mean you are immune to all booze. Particularly Vjarik. It takes years to get used to drinking this stuff. There is a good chance Violca just passed you a mug of dishwater. Here, a brew from Riddleport. Should be more to your liking."

Turning to Antal, he offers a large grin. "For you, Friend?"

[Antal Underfoot]

"why not? I've drinken dishwater before on the road, now I can stomach anything." he takes a mug aand fils it with mead. "I'm not dumb enough to touch Vjarik."

[Kyros Deun]

"It's not that bad." he holds out his mug to the Halfling.

[Violca Grey]

Antal Underfoot wrote:

"wait a minute, only one person I know can sing like that." He rushes in: "Lissa! It's me Antal, I've... oh." He looks up at the lovely woman who was singing (assuming it's not the Ulfen man twice his size). "Hello there, miss. You have a lovely singing voice."

"Thank you Antal," Violca replies. "I'm always happy to hear when my music is appreciated, though I take it you were expecting someone else?"

[Antal Underfoot]

"Lissa was... my fiance. Boy could she sing. She was taken form me when our village burned down. I went on the road for a few years, joined the society to find her. On the bright side, it gave me my motto." He stops for a moment and drinks from a mug, before saying it slightly wobbly.
"If the past is painful, and the future far off, live for the present."

[Violca Grey]

Violca raises her wineglass in Antal's direction in a toast. "To good causes, and slightly depressing mottos."

[Kyros Deun]

"I'll drink to that."

[Antal Underfoot]

So what have I missed?

[Violca Grey]

"You missed Kyros trying to dance." Violca smirks and winks at the half-elf.

[Kyros Deun]

"I wasn't that bad!" Kyros looks over and whispers to him "I was."