[Tavern Thread] The Dunn Wright Inn

[Aura]

Marla the Barmaid
The barmaid sweeps out onto the floor, dropping a dinner off with the famished flame haired mage before stopping by to catch up on the needs of the orders. "Yikes, Heinrich, I heard that from the kitchen. And not your yelling, either…" As she takes orders, Mazi's offhand comment to Iago about feathers catches her eye and she smirks oddly, but says nothing. Task accomplished and fiddling her hair, she shuffles back to get another round of drinks for all those who waited so patiently.

 

[jkason]

Eanos returns the fire wizard's grin with a simple shrug, as if to say It needed doing. It did nothing for me, but otherwise lets Tyrien's playful jibe lie.

 

[Scott DeWar]

"5 minute starting now!" He gestures for all to join in and he himself starts digging in to the favored delicacy of Zitterau - Chef Extraordinaire.

At the 5 minute point, he cleans his hands on a napkin and looks for Marla. when she disappears he sneaks over to the fire place and simply ads a few logs to the fire.

And that is all he does. Except for the mischievous grin on his face.

 

[Systole]

One of Venza's Whitecloaks strides through the door of the Dunn Wright, her cloak sweeping around her. Her demeanor seems to be naturally brusque, but her face is a mask of irritation and there are dark circles under her pale blue eyes. Grog watches her carefully. "I t'ink it looks like youse been havin' a ruff time of it, huh, Commander?"

The woman sighs and turns to the bar, cupping her hands around her mouth so that her voice carries over the din. "Attention citizens!" she calls. "The Whitecloaks have need of a few men and women to investigate some missing shipments! Standard rates plus travel expenses and hazard pay! If you're interested, please step to the front of the bar and speak to me, Commander Jacobson. And please step lively, as I'm quite busy and have other urgent business to attend to. Thank you!"

As interested parties begin to come forward, Jacobson turns back to the half-orc bartender, rubbing her forehead. "Keeping the nobles in line is a trying job at the best of times. But the incorporation of this new House ... it's as if someone threw rocks at a wasps' nest. All of them are buzzing, and most of them are also stinging, rather indiscriminately as it were. The Roses di Sanguigno and D'Avorio have been the scene of non-stop petty bickering and groundless duels for weeks now. And of course, the Whitecloaks been getting complaints from everyone involved. I don't like to complain, but it has been a trying time. Some of those duchesses can be exceptionally shrill when they have a mind to be. Some of the dukes too, come to think of it."

She shakes her head, her expression somewhere between concern and exhaustion. "That said ... this particular complaint might have some merit. I understand the Weathersmith brothers have a sterling reputation, and that it's quite unlike them to miss a delivery."

OOC: Recruiting 6th-ish levels for Blessed Are the Cheesemakers.

 

[Scott DeWar]

Heinrich's eyes roll when a white cloak walks in. Upon hearing it was nothing more then a missing shipment of something he gives a dismissive gesture with his hand, "Ach. Some house steal from another. Drive poor white cloaks nutty."

 

[perrinmiller]

Tyrien, Half-elven Archeress

Tyrien gave her own sly grin at Heinrich’s claim of learning some new tricks.

“Oh aye, Heinrich. I bet you have… and so have I.”

“Still, with one such as Larissa stand stalwart in front, we can continue to use those new capabilities to prevent her from being overrun and surrounded. My armor is much better now, but I can also take quick shots at any that ignore me while getting too close. It was not a trick that I knew before we returned to Venza.”

“Hee, hee, I have been practicing.”

She reached over and stole some food from Heinrich’s plate to taste. Like the fire mage, she found no interest in helping the Whitecloaks. Her arrows would likely be too deadly for the work they needed.

[sblock=Mini Stats]Tyrien e'Adrianne
Initiative: +10 Perception: +19 (low-light vision)
AC: 30 (23 flat-footed, 20 Touch)
HP: 88 Current: 88
CMB: +11 CMD: 31(23ff) Fort: +9 Reflex: +16 Will: +7
+2 Will vs. Enchantments
Special: Immune to Magical Sleep
Current Conditions in Effect: PBS, Precise Shot, Enhanced Arrows (+1 Dmg/+1d6 Elect), Ioun Stone illumination (in darkness), Deadly Aim (-3Att/+6dmg), Many Shot, Improved Snap Shot (15ft), Jingasa Luck (1xday, Immediate neg Critical/Sneak Attack), Combat Reflexes(8 AoO)
Current Weapon in Hand: Longbow
Seeker Arrow: 1/1 Remaining
Rounds of Haste: 10/10 Remaining
Fly Spell from armor: 1/1 Remaining

Bardic Performance: 5/5 Rounds Remaining
Spells Remaining: Cantrips: (Message, Resistance, Mending, Prestidigitation, Know Direction)
1st Level 4/4 (Cure Light Wounds, Timely Inspiration, Chord of Shards, Silent Image)
2nd Level 1/1 (Cure Moderate Wounds, Sound Burst)[/sblock]

 

[perrinmiller]

Pirvinia von Lichenstein, Human Female

Pirvinia looked up at the wolf pelt-clad barbarian. “Please do, Tsarruk. I must say that accoutrement does you service in appearance.”

Meanwhile, Mazi looked confused. The half-orc was not the one she thought, yet she could not tell the difference… except for the feathers. She accepted the nuts with some skepticism, “How not are you Tsa-”

“Oh, there he is.” she added as she heard her mistress greet the other half-orc. He looked like their companion too, but also with changed feathers. So confusing to the tiny bird.

Mazi chirped a bird farewell and joined his mistress as she stood from the table.

Privinia rose and declared, “I am going to see what that is all about.” She nodded towards the Whitecloak at the bar.

Striding over she asked, “Good day, Commander. I and a few of my companions could be interested,” she gestured in the direction of the table with Samad and Tsarruk.

“You mentioned missing shipments. From where were they misplaced?”

[sblock=Mini-stats]Privinia von Lichenstein
Initiative: +8, Perception: +6 (8 with Mazi)
AC: 14 (18 w/ Mage Armor) (Touch 13, Flat-footed 12)-> 18 with Mage Armor
HP: 38 Current: 31
CMD: 14, Fort: +4, Ref: +4, Will: +6 (Add +1 to Saves with Resistance)
Conditions in Effect: Eschew Materials, PBS, Precise Shot, Ring of Sustenance, Mage Armor

Weapon in Hand: None
Spells Remaining: 1st Level: 5/9, 2nd Level: 4/5, 3rd Level 1/4

Mazi
Initiative: +2 Senses: low-light vision, darkvision; Perception: +14
AC: 19 (Touch 16, flat-footed 17) -> 23 with Mage Armor
HP: 19 Current: 19
Fort: +0, Ref: +4, Will: +7
Conditions in effect: Improved Evasion, Empathic Link, Mage Armor
Weapon in Hand: Bite [Att: +9, dmg: 1d2-5(1 non-lethal)]

Combat Trained Light Horse
Initiative: +2 Senses: low-light vision, Scent; Perception: +6
AC: 13 (Touch 9, flat-footed 13)
HP: 15 Current: 15
Fort: +6, Ref: +5, Will: +1
Conditions in effect: War-trained, 50ft movement
Weapon in Hand: 2 Hooves [Att: +3, dmg: 1d4+3][/sblock]

 

[BigB]

Tsaaruk smiles at the welcome greeting from his companions. "It is good to see you again. I hope your travel was ....peaceful." He watches as Privinia answers the call for adventurers trusting in her to make the decision whether the groups skills are what the guards need. He tastes the food delivered and downs a mug while he waits to hear what adventure they are called for this time.

 

[mfloyd3]

“Still, with one such as Larissa stand stalwart in front, we can continue to use those new capabilities to prevent her from being overrun and surrounded. My armor is much better now, but I can also take quick shots at any that ignore me while getting too close. It was not a trick that I knew before we returned to Venza.”

Larissa smiles. "I look forward to seeing your new skills," she says. "And, as you say, teamwork will carry the day."

She eyes the Whitecloak, but is relieved when her companions show no interest. The priestess has accepted the need to work for coin, but finds the prospect of serving only to help the wealthy maintain their wealth to be distasteful.



[sblock=Larissa stat block]
Larissa
Initiative: +0
AC: 22 (22 flat-footed, 11 Touch)
HP: 63 Current: 63
CMB: +7 CMD: 17
Fort: +8 Reflex: +1 Will: +6 (currently wearing Cloak of Elvenkind, not Protection)
PER Roll: +2
Current Weapon in Hand: Greatsword

Weapons:
+1 Greatsword Attack: +9 = [BAB(4) + STR(3) + WF(1) + Magic(1)]
Damage: 2d6+4, Crit: 19-20/x2,
Special: pommel is hollow, contains scripture
Pow Att w/+1 Greatsword Attack: +7 = [BAB(4) + STR(3) + WF(1) + Magic(1)]
Damage: 2d6+10, Crit: 19-20/x2,

Pilum: Attack: +4 = [BAB(4) + DEX(0) + Misc(0) + Magic(0)]
Damage: 1d8+3, Crit: 20/x2, 20' Range incr.
Special: successful strike fouls a shield

Spells prepared:
0 Level (4) Level 01 (4+1) Level 02 (3+1) Level 03 (1+1)
* Detect Magic * Bless * Bull's Strength CAST:* Daybreak Arrow
* Read Magic CAST:* Protection from Evil CAST:* Bull's Strength CAST: * D: Heroism
* Light * Detect Evil * Grace
* Guidance * Remove Fear * D: Bless Weapon
* D: Shield of Faith




Channeling at current level: Channel 3d6,
DC 16 =(10 + 1/2 Cleric lvl + CHA +2 for Glory) for
Undead to Save. 5x/day, Selective (skip up to 2 targets)


Weapons:
+1 Greatsword Attack: +9 = [BAB(4) + STR(3) + WF(1) + Magic(1)]
Damage: 2d6+4, Crit: 19-20/x2,
Special: pommel is hollow, contains scripture
Pow Att w/+1 Greatsword Attack: +7 = [BAB(4) + STR(3) + WF(1) + Magic(1)]
Damage: 2d6+10, Crit: 19-20/x2,

Pilum: Attack: +4 = [BAB(4) + DEX(0) + Misc(0) + Magic(0)]
Damage: 1d8+3, Crit: 20/x2, 20' Range incr.
Special: successful strike fouls a shield

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[mfloyd3]

Mazi chirped a bird farewell and joined his mistress as she stood from the table.

Privinia rose and declared, “I am going to see what that is all about.” She nodded towards the Whitecloak at the bar.

Striding over she asked, “Good day, Commander. I and a few of my companions could be interested,” she gestured in the direction of the table with Samad and Tsarruk.

“You mentioned missing shipments. From where were they misplaced?”

Iago watches as the bird flits over to the stunningly beautiful human woman, and she in turn makes her way to the Whitecloak. The half-orc is a native of Venza and has too often been on the receiving end of the guards' abuse. Still, business is clearly slow for adventurers, and the thought of taking a sum of their gold gives him some satisfaction.

He makes his way over to the captain, catching her eye but wordlessly waiting for her reply to the woman's question.



[sblock=Iago stat block]
Iago
Initiative: +2
AC: 17 (15 flat-footed, 12 Touch)
HP: 42 Current: 42
CMB: +5 CMD: 17
Fort: +6 Reflex: +6 Will: +1;
PER Roll: +8/+10 (bonus for searching for objects or judging spoiled food)
Current Weapon in Hand: Longbow

Extracts prepared:
Level 1: Shield, Shield, Identify, Expeditious Retreat, *unassigned*
Level 2: Bull’s Strength, Alchemical Allocation, Alchemical Allocation

Mutagen prepared:
Strength: +2 Natural Armor Bonus, +4 STR, -2 INT

Weapons:
+1 Falchion: Attack: +6 = [BAB(3) + STR(2) + Misc(0) + Magic(1)]
Damage: 2d4+4, S, Crit: 18-20/x2

Bomb: Attack: +6* = [BAB(3) + DEX(2) + Misc(1**) + Magic(0)]
Damage: 3d6+5.5*, Fire, Crit: 20/x2 (only 1d6 multiplied); Rng: 20'
Special: Make 8 bombs/day

Longbow: Attack: +6* = [BAB(3) + DEX(2) + Misc(+1, MW) + Magic(0)]
Damage: 1d8+2*, P, Crit: 20/x3, Rng: 110; Ammo: 20

*+1 to-hit, +1 dmg w/in 30’

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