[Tavern Thread] The Dunn Wright Inn

[perrinmiller]

Cythera e'Kiernan, Bronze Dragon Disciple

After collecting her reward for putting down the undead incursion that threatened the safety of citizens of the City of Glass, Cythera returned to her apartment and cleaned her gear. The city had calmed down and order was restored.

The bronze-skinned woman changes into fancier black hose and a red jerkin with the gold threaded trim and designs. She wears a jaunty felt hat of red with a white feather. Her long hair is neatly brushed and is gathered in a white lace ribbon. Her black, ankle boots have silver buckles.

She leaves most of her adventuring gear locked away in her apartment, but has her magical belt and ring on. Strapping the rapier to her belt, Cythera is more than confident that will be enough should trouble arise at the tavern.

Cythera leaves her home and walks the few blocks to the Dunn Wright Inn and pats the barghest head on a pike for luck before pulling open the door. Weaving her way through the mostly empty tables, she signals a barmaid for a bottle of heavy port wine for her to sip and enjoy.

Selecting a table in the center of the room, she takes a seat and strikes up a purely social conversation with a mousy looking man with some dice. Jangles is a regular and they discuss the finer points of his favorite game as she humors him by listening only. Cythera normally doesn't gamble.

[sblock=Mini Stats]Initiative: +4
AC: 15 (22 with armor)(19(12) flat-footed, 14 Touch)
HP: 54 Current: 54
CMB: +8 CMD: 22 (23 vs. Sundering) Fort: +5 Reflex: +6 Will: +5 (+1 with Resistance)
Conditions in Effect: Arcane Strike (+1 dmg), Power Attack (-2 Att/+6 dmg), Furious Focus, Overhand Chop

Current Weapon in Hand: Wine goblet
Chakram: 8/8 Claws: 5/5 rounds remaining

Battle Dance: 8/8 Rounds Remaining
Spells Remaining: Cantrips: (Read Magic, Detect Magic, Resistance, Light, Prestidigitation)
1st Level 3/3 (Cure Light Wounds, Timely Inspiration, Grease(DC13))[/sblock]___________________________

Cythera e'Kiernan

 

[mazzoli]

Thiera, Tiefling Ranger

Thiera slips quietly back into the common room looking much refreshed, her armor and most of her weapons apparently left in her room, though her dagger still hangs from its spot on her belt. She chooses a seat at a corner table after ordering some watered ale from the human barmaid, pointedly ignoring the other tiefling. Thiera sips her ale as she watches and bemusedly listens to a conversation between a man with a brimmed hat and an exotic looking woman in finery. A subtle, wry grin appears on her face as she listens to the odd couple's conversation, as he excitedly delves into the finer points of his favorite game while the lady humors him.

 

[Tark]

After a much needed vacation Temarel slips back into the tavern. He seems much more confident and rested now that the young half elf is the veteran of two escapades.

Sauvressa, his erstwhile bodyguard, pain in the ass, and "love" lopes in behind him with her weapon always at ready eyeing the room with a suspicion.

"I sense evil in this place beloved."

"Pretty sure that's just the smell of rampant alcoholism oh pardon me sir let me just step over you here..." Stepping over a muttering drunk on the floor Telias makes his way to a table and ponders his next move.

 

[mazzoli]

Thiera, Tiefling Ranger

Still sitting alone at her table, Thiera finishes her ale. Having tired of listening in on the gambling conversation she stares into her mug as she swishes around the dregs, apparently deep in thought. The tiefling waitress swings by her table and asks her if she wants another drink. Thiera perfunctorily replies in the affirmative without looking up, and stiffs the barmaid of her tip even after she waits by the table expectantly for a few moments longer than would normally be expected. The tiefling barmaid returns to her work in a huff, occasionally casting glares at Thiera as she nurses her drink.

 

[Systole]

A well-dressed messenger enters the Inn, surveys the clientele with a look of contempt, and makes his way over to the bar. “Is this ‘establishment’ the Dunn Wright Inn?” he inquires with a sneer.

Marla doesn’t bother to look up at him. “Dunno. What’d it say over the door when you came in?”

The messenger makes a disgusted noise. “I’ve an invitation for one ‘Most Benevolent Seeker, Etc.’ from Dame Emiliana Forenicci.”

The tiefling looks up in surprise at this, and a smirk breaks across her face. “The choirboy? For Dame Forenicci? Really? That’s him in the corner – the one with his nose stuck in a book. Hey, choirboy, over here! Message for you!”

The young man stands, somewhat uncertainly, and walks across the room to the bar. The messenger thrusts the card into the young man’s hands, and hurries away without another word. “What … wait!” the young man calls, but the messenger is already out the door. “Tonight? What am I … ?” He stops himself and closes his eyes. “Serroth, victor and conqueror, my eyes are yours; my hands are yours; my blood is yours. Guide my strike,” he prays softly. When he opens his eyes, his gaze is clear and filled with purpose. He scans the crowd, nods once to himself, and makes his way directly to Cythera.

“Miss, I’ve a proposition for you. I need..” He trails off suddenly, aware that he’s misspoke, and his clarity visibly evaporates. “That is to say … a proposal. But not permanent, I mean. Uh, I want to hire you for the evening.” His face turns scarlet. “What are the rates for your services …”

With some effort, he stops himself and rallies. “Let me start again. I need an escort, in the military sense of the word. I need one who has a good sword arm, which I think you do, and who might survive in polite society for at least a few hours, which I think you can. Obviously, you’d be compensated for your time. I can explain more, if you’re interested.”




[sblock=Knowledge Checks][sblock=K:Nobility 10 – Dame Forenicci]Dame Forenicci is the focal point of Venza’s social scene. Her parties define who’s hot and who’s not among the rich and famous.[/sblock]
[sblock=K Nobility 15 – Dame Forenicci]She’s an unabashed gossip, and she’s notoriously mischievous. If she’s inviting a nobody like this young man to a party of hers, she’s probably got something devious up her sleeve. Not in a bloody or life-threatening sense ... but she does like to ruffle feathers.[/sblock]
[sblock=K:Local 10 – Benevolent Seeker]Ben is a missionary from the boondocks of the Landadel Baronies. He’s been hanging around the DWI for the past few weeks trying to convert the adventurers and mercenaries to Serroth, with zero success.[/sblock]
[sblock=K:Religion 15 – Serroth]Serroth is a war god from the outskirts of Landadel, where the dukes and barons are constantly in minor conflicts with each other. Serroth’s war-priests are mercenaries, and will fight for the highest bidder.[/sblock]
[sblock=K:Religion 25 – Serroth]See the LPF wiki entry. Serroth is a neutral mercenary god now, but centuries ago he was a god of righteous war, and legions of paladins fought for holy causes in his name.[/sblock][/sblock]

 

[perrinmiller]

Cythera e'Kiernan, Bronze Dragon Disciple

Cythera had observed the interaction with the messenger with some idle curiosity. When the choirboy approached, she made a shooing gesture to the gambler and says quietly, but not unkindly, "I shall talk to you another time, Jangles."

She pours and chills a refreshed goblet of wine and offers some to her would-be employer.

"I am a skilled dancer, among other things." She flashes him a mischievously wicked smile, her expression filled with playful innuendo at the double meanings of her words.

She stands up from the table, her almost 18 hands tall frame imposing for a woman.

"I think I heard mention of Madame Forenicci. I am intrigued, to say the least, why that conniving bitch would play with you like cat does with a mouse. Come, let us go somewhere private and discuss this. My apartment is not far."

Without even a care for the appearance, Cythera hooks her arm around his elbow as to be his female escort for the evening. Jangles open his mouth to say some quip about the young man not asking for a lady of the night escort, but her glare causes him pause and the gambler holds his tongue.

[sblock=Knowledge Rolls]Knowledge Local (1d20+8=19)
Knowledge Nobility (1d20+8=26)
I rolled to include the books, since she would be able to use them shortly. However, even without them she passes those checks.[/sblock][sblock=Mini Stats]Initiative: +4
AC: 15 (22 with armor)(19(12) flat-footed, 14 Touch)
HP: 54 Current: 54
CMB: +8 CMD: 22 (23 vs. Sundering) Fort: +5 Reflex: +6 Will: +5 (+1 with Resistance)
Conditions in Effect: Arcane Strike (+1 dmg), Power Attack (-2 Att/+6 dmg), Furious Focus, Overhand Chop

Current Weapon in Hand: Wine goblet
Chakram: 8/8 Claws: 5/5 rounds remaining

Battle Dance: 8/8 Rounds Remaining
Spells Remaining: Cantrips: (Read Magic, Detect Magic, Resistance, Light, Prestidigitation)
1st Level 3/3 (Cure Light Wounds, Timely Inspiration, Grease(DC13))[/sblock]___________________________

Cythera e'Kiernan

 

[sunshadow21]

Ausk, barbarian/oracle level 5

A massive half orc enters the common room, and even those who know Ausk are forced to blink as they take in the sight of him. If the matching breastplate and kilt and the sheer amount of weaponry on his back and belt aren't enough to get people's attention, his massively scarred face with a look of peace that is completely at odds with his appearance as a walking tank and capable warrior will.

After securing a room upstairs and dropping off his gear, he returns downstairs wearing simple clothes, sits down at a small corner table, and orders some food for himself and a pet weasel that pops put of one of the pockets.

 

[Systole]

GM: The adventure thread for Escort Service is located here.

 

[perrinmiller]

Cythera e'Kiernan, Bronze Dragon Disciple

Cythera exits the tavern with the young man, feeling that it is better to get out of there in case the Dame has spies watching. From she has heard, that would be like her.

[sblock=Mini Stats]Initiative: +4
AC: 15 (22 with armor)(19(12) flat-footed, 14 Touch)
HP: 54 Current: 54
CMB: +8 CMD: 22 (23 vs. Sundering) Fort: +5 Reflex: +6 Will: +5 (+1 with Resistance)
Conditions in Effect: Arcane Strike (+1 dmg), Power Attack (-2 Att/+6 dmg), Furious Focus, Overhand Chop

Current Weapon in Hand: Wine goblet
Chakram: 8/8 Claws: 5/5 rounds remaining

Battle Dance: 8/8 Rounds Remaining
Spells Remaining: Cantrips: (Read Magic, Detect Magic, Resistance, Light, Prestidigitation)
1st Level 3/3 (Cure Light Wounds, Timely Inspiration, Grease(DC13))[/sblock]___________________________

Cythera e'Kiernan

 

[sunshadow21]

Thuvian Darklight, level 2 wizard

Continuing the sudden burst of activity, a tiefling dressed in dark garb appears from upstairs, apparently just waking up from a bit of a nap. Going up to the bar, Thuvian orders a light breakfast before settling in at a nearby table to watch for signs of new work, his current budget getting somewhat thin.