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"I'm still learning the worth of all this shiny metal, I didn't have enough to get to where I wanted. I was told there was more work here." she says, before taking in the rugged looking crew that had assembled "I only left my room an hour ago, it seems the trader spoke truth."

The door swings open again, as a small woman in furs and leather and wood steps in. "I am Anya. I can swim like a fish and beat a man to death with his own skull. Do you have a use for these skills?"

Anya give a nod to the crossbowman before rising and shaking off the effects of the ale. "I'll see you around." she says, before heading to the back and through the door of tthe private room.

Breaking out the 3.5 splat books and employing the halfing b!tchslap of doom (1d20+28 atk, infiniteD2 damage)? Just a heads up that I may be a bit unresponsive for the next few days. I live on an island east of New Jersey, and a week+ without power is not outside the realm of possibility.

"My belle-mère would tell stories of the things that lurked in the jungle, stories every day, stories every night, and never the same creature twice." She shrugs. "Hard to believe that many strange creatures are running around, there but the jungle never really seems to care if you believe."

Ah, didn't realize there was a separate "Wandering the Streets" section. I'll close this up as soon as I figure out how.

"Fear scáth... shadow men. Always trouble, dark places are bad juju; and you should both be catching up." she says as she grabs two flagons from a passing wench and downs both in a single, fluid motion. The brew finally seems to be having some affect on the young woman as she wears a vacant...

Anya Vost, Level 1, Tank/Melee Damage Anya Vost (MalusNecessarius) - Living Pathfinder RPG Wiki

Given a recent question, I thought it might make sense to keep an updated list of who is waiting around at the inn and ready to go on an adventure. I'm thinking a name, level, and typical party role with a link to a sheet on the next line.

"I am Anya, of the western continent. Many roads end here, little fear scáth, I'd imagine many begin here as well." she says serenely to the little creature.

"My husband..." she chuckles to herself "No matter how many of his lackeys wound up in the ground, he always had the coin to persuade more to drag me back." There is a sudden pop and Anya flinches slightly as one of the inn's clay mugs gives way to her tightening grip. She shakes her head...

Anya gives a hearty laugh at the suggestion. "Maybe it was. My father married me to a merchant some years ago. Never wanted to leave, kept trying to go back, eventually my he stopped sending advetnurers to retrieve me." She gives another short laugh before emptying one last mug, studying the...

"Jirago jungles. With practice you can see almost as far as you can throw. You can see clearly about as far as you can lunge." She quickly downs a mug from the server before motioning for another again. "There are the highlands though. Climbed up when we were kids, nothing but flat rock to the...

The befuddled expression leaves her face with his last comment. She gives a nod before agreeing "Casta lorga, a complicated club." With a look up and down the man she continues "You're a bit tall for a gnome. I fought with one once."

"Anya, of the West." she enthusiastically replies, shaking Darreo's hand with a grip that shouldn't belong to a little girl. "Casta lorga-" she starts, motioning to the contraption Darreo had laid out on the table earlier. "If a weapon is harder to use than 'try to force this part through your...

Most characters I play, I try to have the spell cast on some piece of clothing or jewelry as soon as possible. No hand needed to hold a torch, no weight, and 10g cheaper.

I think the entry for the item is just bad. 75 gold is what it would cost a caster to grab a dull ioun stone (25gp) and the material component for continual flame (50gp). By the rules laid out in the srd, a wizard casting the spell on the stone would be asking about 40gp if you provided the 75g...

Anya Vost "Make it what he had!" she calls out, hooking a thumb over her shoulder towards Rhydius as she passed by, taking up a seat near D'Arreo. She tosses the server a few silver coins as her meal is brought over and quickly downs the mug, motioning for another. As she utterly devours the...

Both doors of the landward entrance fly open as a small, blonde, disheveled looking girl stomps in. Hints of wood, leather, hide and fur peak out from beneath the thick and unruly blonde hair that dangles evenly with the many weapons slung from her belt. "Food, and drink!" she calls to the bar...

Hey Satin, could you explain 'c' in a bit more detail?