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Umthirn ducks behind the corner from the door and fumbles another potion from his belt. "Well done," he calls back to his comrades. "Now get inta position and let's end this thing!" Move: Move to P60 Std: Draw potion. Umthirn AC: 21 (Touch 17, Flatfooted 17) (*mage armor in effect*)...

Umthirn nods to his cousin as the red-bearded dwarf dashes by. He ducks behind a corner, draws a flask from his pouch and downs it, wincing at the foul taste. Free: 5' step to P60 Move: Draw potion of Mage Armor Std: Drink potion PM: You can deduct consumables used from TBG transferred...

Umthirn nods at the bard's words, but a glance down the hallway gives him pause. His cousin is undaunted as ever, but his clothing is soaked in his own blood. Comrades make war merrier, he thinks, recalling an old Dwarven proverb. "What say ye', cousin?" he calls. "Push on or regroup?" I...

Iago frowns, thinking ruefully of his own experience with Grog's, "Gud Stuff." "I think Grog gets bored, and has a sick sense of humor," he observes quietly.

Umthirn turned from the stunned Tiefling to face the newcomer, sweat dripping from his ponytail as it swung. He leveled two quick blows at the Tiefling, the second connecting with his opponent's leather-armored gut. The dwarf feints to his left before leveling a final blow across the Tiefling's...

"Oh, the stories about demons were floating around," said Iago, waving a hand. "But I met some of the adventurers who claimed to have faced one of them. Adventurers like to...embellish their tales a bit. But most would not claim to have seen a demon in Venza without at least have seeing...

"Sound advice, I am sure," the half orc offers, seeming not sure what else to say. "Tell me," he says, changing the subject. "When I was in Venza last, there were rumors of demons in the streets. More than usual," he adds. "Has anything new come to pass?"

"The sewers?" asks Iago. "It never occurred to me to seek adventure there. My own work has always been many days' journey from Venza. I could have saved myself a trip at the cost of some laundry," he jokes.

Umthirn shouts a Dwarven war cry. "There's one in the tunnel to the right, Ru!" He calls. "Keep him honest!" He barrels down the hallway to stand behind his cousin and launches an adroit punch at the nearest Tiefling. Free: Point to hallway so Ru knows where T2 is concealed. Hope you've...

Iago laughs drily. "Yes, a great many people claim to understand the gods," he observes. "Perhaps that explains why there is so much lightning in the world."

Umthirn nods to Rhas as he goes by and falls in step with him, grimly eyeing the walls as the pair make their way forward. Full Move: Advance to Q60. Hi All -- Nice to be playing with you. Try not to let the Dwarf get too banged up, it's a rental. :-) Umthirn AC: 17 (Touch 17...

The half-orc nods. "I do not understand the ways of gods," is all he offers. He signals for another mead.

Iago seems surprised. "Do you not take guidance from Cortessa on such matters?" He blurts. Then looks abashed. "Forgive me, I meant no disrespect," he clarifies. "I meant only that it seems odd for someone to devote themselves to a goddess and not receive...direction."

"No, I am not a member of the Venzan Alchemist's Guild," a hint of bitterness creeps into the half-orc's words, but he moves on. "I...make my living in the field, as you say." He takes a pull of his mead. "I take it you spend your time in the field as well? Away from the temple?"

"That large? They do sound dangerous," the alchemist observes, impressed. "As for the teeth, they have their uses. They can be used to catalyze transformative invigorations in sanguine extracts. It's a matter of exploiting their localized neoteny -- " He breaks off, seeing his companions'...

"Giant rats, then?" asks Iago. "Sounds like an unpleasant job. Did you happen to save any of their incisors?" He asks casually. 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...

"Iago, of Venza. A pleasure to meet you both," Iago profers his hand to each in turn, and sits. He takes a pull of his mead. "Yes, I am looking for work. You are looking as well?" Iago Initiative: +2 AC: 17 (15 flat-footed, 12 Touch) HP: 42 Current: 42 CMB: +5 CMD: 17 Fort: +6 Reflex...

Iago eyes the seat left vacant by the departing halfling. The red-haired woman and her bearded companion both have the look of adventurers about them. The half-orc has been away from Venza for some time, and things may have changed. Perhaps these two can tell him something of the current job...

Iago watches the drunken halfling stagger into the priestess, bemused. This will end either with a job offer or the halfling getting thrown out on the street, the half-orc thinks. Thanks for the warm welcome, all!

The door swings open, revealing another newcomer to the bar. He is a half-orc, though shorter and far less intimidating than the massive bartender. His features are bestial and his skin a deep green, but his scalp is clean-shaven and his beard carefully trimmed. He wears a well-traveled coat...