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A halfling rides up to the door, his black armor shows signs of action with silver lines cut through the black enamel. He pats his poorly disguised riding dog on the head and tosses it some sort of chew toy... looks like an arm. His clothing is reminiscent of the order of the Scourge.
"Ahh glad to be back. The road wears out my poor hellhound so. Barman, a good red wine if you have it..a dry gin if you don't. My name is MeriDoc. Long absent from the lodge here in Absolom." The halfling flips a gold coin up to the bar. "Any proper sized tables, etc?" He looks about the room.
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A balding, disheveled man stumbles into the bar, clearly agitated. He is dressed in rags, and the only things of any aparant value on him are a medallion around his neck and a rather fancy looking backpack. They are clearly out of place on his otherwise humble attire. It takes you a moment, but you see he does have a very beat up and damaged wayfinder caked with dirt on his belt.
"Damn Linda. . . " he mutters under his breath. "I have m'own buisiness, I'm successful. I own my own damn land! Why's she still such a. . ." He looks up upon finally reaching the bar.
"Whiskey, or Burbon. . . or Vodka. Something strong." he orders.
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"Greetings, have you tried a hellfire? It is a type of spiced rum uses the hot spices from a swampy area of the Mwangi expanse. I have been told that it has quite a kick. In case you missed it, I am the Avenging Flame! Unless your name is Linda, I do not believe that I have heard yours." I offer my hand to shake.
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"Greetings, have you tried a hellfire? It is a type of spiced rum uses the hot spices from a swampy area of the Mwangi expanse. I have been told that it has quite a kick. In case you missed it, I am the Avenging Flame! Unless your name is Linda, I do not believe that I have heard yours." I offer my hand to shake.
"Cayden no, Linda's my evil harpy of a sister! She is a vile, hate-filled hag who has just finished another round of berating me for not producing a female heir for the Goldbeirch line. My name's Vinnie, eh, Vincent Goldheirch, and sure, send whatever strong concotion you got my way."
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Meridoc begins a summons and lightning fast a Fly bodied Devil appears (half the time of a standard summons).
Accuser - there is a cemetary east of here, go there and report any graves with the surname Cooper within the past 5 years. The location should be on the north side near a copse of oak trees. After that, examine a barrel maker shop north of the cemetary at evergreen and market. I would like a visual on each grave and person in the shop. Communicate with noone else and avoid detection.
The small devil nods and disappears. A buzzing of wings can be heard moving out the open window.
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"What do you need such things for? Although, I suppose as long as they are not being used to go against freedom or justice that would be fine."
So I have time to burn.. eh Avenging Flame, whatever do you do? Some type of fire caster? What are you Avenging? I happen to have the fire aspect of Asmodeus, as well as the Law aspect.
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Don't think a halfling can wield such power? See my size and think I am easy picking, many do. But I have the Lord of Law on my side, and a powerful ally he is.
Vincent looks around for a moment trying to tell if the Halfling is talking to him or not. He turns back to the armor-clad Asmodian with a quizzical look on his face.
"Wha-how'd this become about racism? Listen bud, I'm all about rootin'-*hic*-rootin' for the underdog. Besides I've seen halflings throw fireballs ant whatnotchamacallitsess all the time. Is jus usually when I see weird . . . whatever that wases. . . appear out of nowhere at a bar, is because I'm drunk off my tuckus."
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Heal check, Law domain, 11+5+5+14+3=38
Meridoc finds quite a few anomolies in his examination of Vinnie. Despite the fact that he is working on his third 'Hellfire' drink, and obviously drunk, he seems to have no ability damage. In fact, he seems fortified, both mentally and spiritually, by it.
"Wha- get me un-drunk? Buh then I'd have to spen' more to ge' drunk again! Wha's the poin' o' tha'"
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Kloc, max 10 cant get to 13.
...puzzled expression, you have an odd anomoly of nature, magic, or something that feeds on alcohol. Its probably an odd form of tape worm. Keep drinking the hellfire and it should burn out.
The drunk gets a quizzical look on his face. "Hot damn! There's a doc out there that's tellin' me to drink MORE! Can yuh be my new go-to doc!? I'll come to you wheneverses I need some healing-stuffs."
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What can I say, Enable, Explore, Report. The motto of the Darkive. Im always here for those in Need.
"HA HA! Well, you may be no Cayden Cailean worshiper, but I recon you'll do!" the drunkard says as he reaches into his pack. He pulls out a bottle and tosses it to the halfling.
On the bottle is a picture of a donkey, and the label reads @$$ Ale.
"It's muh own brand of ale. It smells like Turpintine, but that's just to avoid paying the alcohol tariff. Actually tastes pretty good, and it's not that expensive. First bottle's on me."
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Well, I'll have to go buy some flowers. I remember she liked daisies. Then a short walk. Then I'll spend a weekend hasseling criminal scum for the rest of the story.
Thank you Accuser. Meridoc mercilessly smite's the devil (well beyond it's con score.)
Never can be too careful with those. Have a pleasent day Pathfinders.
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Vinnie stands and wobbles towards the back of the bar. He grasps his drink as he goes.
"Needses tah burn this off" he mutters. As he shuffles back he stumbles, falls, but rolls with it and ends up tumbling back into a standing position. When he reaches the back of the bar he flexes hard, and his skin grows tough.
Strangely, he seems less drunk after doing this.