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Astheone laughs. "Well then, try and be me."

Astheone approaches Mercurial and asks, "So what exactly do you look like when you aren't imitating someone else?"

Astheone stands up, then stumbles. "Oohhh! Forgot to finish this." He picks up his cup and drinks it, spilling about a quarter of it down his shirt. He seems more sober, and he remains silent.

Astheone thanks Esraethan for the coffee and says to the elf, "I prefer the term "adventurer." It sounds more heroic and less thuggish. And yes, is this war starting now? And will we've looting and pillaging, or capturing?"

"Oh crap, really? Raeth, do me a favor and never let me drink that much again!" Astheone says to the half-orc he spoke to about coffee.

Astheone taps Esraethan on the shoulder and says, "Wake me up when the guy starts talking, okay? I need to get this alcohol out of my system." . Then he falls asleep, the back of his head on the back of his seat, his face pointing towards the ceiling.

Astheone slips into a seat next to Esraethan. Then he taps the half-orc in front of him on the shoulder. "You know where a man can get a decent cup of coffee 'round here?" After receiving a nasty glare from the half-orc, he responds, "Guess you're not the coffee type."

Astheone laughs. "Thanks for that image, Esraethan! I'll keep that in mind for next time a half-orc is my target!"

Astheone follows the others to the destination the half-orc specified, pondering what Len could have been talking about. Perhaps it had come up on the night he spoke of, of which Astheone had no memory. Then he asks a very important question. "Aren't half-orcs illiterate?"

Astheone looks around. "As some of you may have heard, I am Astheone. My father supposedly died when his ship crashed, and my mother killed herself. I now search for proof that my father is alive." Then he bends over, holding his head. He looks still slightly drunk.

Astheone laughs to himself. "Don't worry about me Len. I'll be sober in a couple hours. Unfortunately, I did leave the bucket behind."

If Esraethan won't do it, I guess I can. Astheone goes next to Esraethan and whispers "Badges? We dont need no stinkin' BADGES!"

Astheone, not able to disern anything about the circle, relents and walks to the side. He plants his bucket on the shifted over furniture and begins dunking his head once more.

Astheone stares at the circle, trying to make sense of it.

Astheone stumbles up and towards the sergeant, holding his bucket and with coffee still dripping from his face. He looks up at the sergeant, looks down at his coffee, then offers his bucket to the half-giant.

Astheone is in

I'd also be interested in making a group. I'm in -5 GMT too. I'm experienced in 4e and want to try 3e or 3.5e.

Astheone suddenly twitches to life, falling out of the chair he was sitting in. Holding his head, he runs towards the corner he was sitting in before. He grabs a bucket and a gold piece from his backpack. He runs to the bar counter. He points towards a small pot of coffee in the corner. After...

At least I'm an archer, so I won't be right in their face.

Well, it seems to me that we have one team of lower levels already: Astheone, Len, Esraethan, Artemis, Sound of Stone, and Mercurial. We won't have a defender, but the entire group only has one-half a defender in the first place.