[Tavern Thread] The Dunn Wright Inn

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[td]Jonas Psalter

Initiative: +04
AC: 21 (14 Touch, 19 Flat-Footed)
HP: 76/76
Senses: DarkVision (60’) Perception: +15
CMB: +09 CMD: 23 (+11/25 vs. Trip)
Fort: +09 Reflex: +04 Will: +07

Special Abilities
Judgement: 02/02 Uses Remaining
Bane: 09/09 Rounds Remaining
Discern Lies: 06/06 Rounds Remaining

Prayers
Orisons: At-Will
Level 01: 05/05 Remaining
Level 02: 04/04 Remaining
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The door opens and a large 1/2 Orc looking more Orc than human and wild as one would imagine with his wolf hide hanging off his back. He looks about the inn looking for companions to gather and rest. As he spots the firy being flying over the tables he notices Privinia is there talking with the fire being. H makes his way accidentally moving some tables in his path. He looks out of place and as though he knows he is out of place. Not quite comfortable he obviously knows Privinia. "My friend I see we meet again. I see you have made a new friend as well. This is a good sign Torglarok favors me to have such friends." He then listens to the conversation to see what he has missed.

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Should complete his updates soon and get him submitted.
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Samad looked around the hall. Well, the man was certainly rather forward, wasn't he? He looked at Pirvinia and shrugged, "Well, it's not as though there is much else to do around here," before getting up and immediately running headlong into another familar wall.

"Ah, Tsaaruck! You've chosen a most right time to arrive, we were just going to talk to that man over there about a job..."

. . . Darvin Hurella . . .

The fire mephit causes the latest potential employer to the Dunn Wright Inn to pause for a moment as he considers her, but a smile sneaks across his face as Pirvinia comes in behind. "Well, you're quite something. Well met! And milady, of course. It is a pleasure to meet you both!" With that, he blows with a flourish typical of one schooled in Venzan swordplay, manners, or both.

Scanning around, the man sees interest brewing in the other DWI denizens, and beckons to them. "Ah yes, come on up, it's not the time to be shy, let us say. You all seem to have good strong backs, that is for sure. I would not recommend delving into such an ancient ruin to apprentices, ladies and gentlemen. In fact, it would be remiss of me to even allow the inexperienced on this one!"

The man takes a long draught of his beer, then sets it back on the table. "Well then, I am Darvin Hurella, a scholar and researcher, of sorts. And, when I fancy complimenting myself, a bit of a student of the blade. However, to be honest, I know my fighting skills are, shall we say, somewhat limited and pedestrian. Perhaps one of those rooms, over to the side, would be best for discussing more sensitive information, yes?"

With that, Darvin saunters over to the meeting room door, opens it, and allows his guests to enter.

[sblock=Thuvian/SS21]Looks like I got everyone's attention except Thuvian, who is on the invite list and welcome to join.[/sblock][sblock=Game Thread]I'll be making a game thread directly, entitled The Haven, in the usual place.[/sblock]

Pirvinia von Lichenstein, Human Female


Pirvinia was following after her mephit, taking longer to navigate around the tables and chairs in the way. She slowed to greet the half-orc warrior.

“Well met again, Tsaaruk. Indeed, I do have a new magical companion. Her name is Far’ziel and I can introduce you once we get a chance.”

Far'ziel answered Darvin proudly “I am indeed something!”

She had heard the fiery mephit already address the dandy looking for adventurers, and she greeted him as she got close. “Good day, to you Darvin. I am Privina von Lichenstein and my other worldly companion is Far'ziel.”

Both women followed after their potential employer or partner.

[sblock=Mini-stats]Privinia von Lichenstein
Initiative: +9, Perception: +10 (12 with Far'ziel)
AC: 17 (21 w/ Mage Armor) (Touch 14, Flat-footed 14)-> 21 with Mage Armor
HP: 56 Current: 56
CMD: 16, Fort: +7, Ref: +8, Will: +9
Conditions in Effect: Eschew Materials, PBS, Precise Shot, Ring of Sustenance, Mage Armor

Weapon in Hand: None
Spells Remaining: 1st Level: 8/8, 2nd Level: 8/8, 3rd Level 8/8, 4th Level 5/5

Far'ziel
Initiative: +6 Senses: darkvision; Perception: +12
AC: 26 (Touch 15, flat-footed 22) -> 30 with Mage Armor
HP: 28 Current: 22
Fort: +4, Ref: +5, Will: +6
Conditions in effect: Improved Evasion, Empathic Link, Mage Armor, Immune Fire, Vulnerable to Cold, DR5/Magic
SLAs: 1x/Hour--Scorching Ray [Att: +7, dmg: 4d6],
1/day--heat metal (DC 14), summon (level 2, 1 fire mephit 25%)
Weapon in Hand: 2 Claws [Att: +6, dmg: 1d3+1]
Special Attack: Breath Weapon (15-ft cone, 1d8 fire, DC13 half, every 4 rounds)

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]

After finally getting his familiar under control, Thuvian looks up to see the man had already left the room and frowns at the snake. "This is why you don't go off wandering in here; I just hope that the gentleman forgives our tardiness." As he continues to lecture the snake, he gathers his stuff and heads to the back after the others.

As Samad greets Tsaaruk he smiles at seeing another friend in such a confined place.
"My friend it is good to see you. A job you say, so soon. I will certainly be more comfortable out on the road and away from so many people." Tsaaruk watches a moment as Privinia and Samad approach the man offering the job. He see's the Tiefling with the snake follow after as well and thinks this should be interesting. Then he follows after the group.

Samad patter the warrior's shoulder, "Aye, I am unsure as to the exact nature of this job, but, it looks as though they may need some more strong arms besides. Let us supply what we have in abundance, yes?"

He extinguished the tobacco and made his way to the back room, bowing to the dandy man, "Ay-salam alaykum, my name is Samad Salil. I know that you are offering a job, and I would like to offer my blade."

. . . Darvin Hurella . . .

With a bit of a flair, Darvin bows to Samad. Standing at the door to one of the meeting rooms, he gestures the elf into the room, saying, "Excellent, well met. And your big friend too? Strong arms, indeed! All in, all in." His eyes drift over the slimming crowd left in the inn, searching for potentials...