Seros Animus
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~ Seros ... was spinning. The Halfling ale had quite the kick, and his attempt to even try and match Fhanna drink for drink was a poor choice. He knew it was a poor choice before he began, he had even
said so. Aloud. But like the stubborn man he was, he had tried anyway.
It had left him grateful to have Fhanna's hand upon his back, because he was quite sure that was nearly all that was keeping him upright at the moment.
How kind of her to be so supportive, he thought,
without any ulterior motives whatsoever. At all. She was a good one, this Dwarf, and Seros slung his arm around her shoulders to make sure he stayed in his seat and didn't drop to the table. Without any ulterior motives whatsoever.
His left hand grasped his mug as if letting go would be the worst possible circumstance that could have ever happened. Such a dire event would be prevented by his iron grip, that it would: Even as he lifted the mug once, twice, thrice to his mouth after the speeches of FJ The Second, Fhanna, and Sylvain, Seros practically glared at the liquid inside to stay still and not wobble, lest it suffer his wrath. A terrible and tremendous wrath it would be, were any of the hoppy beverage to find purchase upon his clothing, oh yes.
He rather enjoyed Sylvain's song as well. Seros thought he recalled it, too ... A ditty from some sailors he knew that subsisted mostly on meat pies, warm ale, and limes. They were a strange bunch, he thought. Did he like limes? He wasn't sure if he liked limes. What did a lime taste like ... He wanted to say ... bitter?
... Hops bitter? Hops, yes, another drink, once more to the ale. Or ... wait, not ale. A speech. People were giving speeches and toasts and he had to do that to, didn't he? Yes, Seros resolved himself to this, yes! In the name of Rorn, these Halflings and his comrades had to be condemned! ... No, no, that wasn't the word. Cond ...iment? Condifi ... Condema ... Commended! That was it. Commended.
He rose quickly from his seat, Fhanna's grip nearly pulling him right back into his chair by sheer virtue of being there. Seros raised his tankard tall, trying to compose his indigo eyes to look straight ahead.
" Indeed, Mastehr Sylvan, Indeed! And to you, Miiiiiissh Fhanna, and Prin ... Pri--Master Francis John. The Second."
Doing well so far.
" To Roughy River! For being such generoush hostsh. And to my comrades! Forrrr being, being ... being so brave and adventurish. To the Shaints of my people, and the Peoples of my Saints, and to good gracesh, good times, and good livesh to you all! To Health, and What'er Befalls!"
Seros tossed back the tankard and drained it with gusto.
And then he hit the chair and refused to move thereafter, assured that he had been nothing but poised, eloquent, and charming in every sense of those three words.[/section]
[sblock=Seros's Stats]
Character Sheet
HP: 10/10
Condition: Feeling that Ale
Initiative: +2
Perception: +9
AC: 17
Flat: 14
Touch: 13 (Currently Touch Only)
Fort: 3
Reflex: 2
Will: 5
In Hand: A Dwarf and Ale
Longsword (Two-Hands): +3, 1d8+4, 19-20/x2 (dropped currently)
Sling: +2 1d4+3, 20/x2, 50. ft.
Bullets: 20/20
Orisons: Unlimited
Detect Magic
Disrupt Undead
Guidance
Read Magic
Level 1: 1/Day
Bless
Divine Favor
Other daily abilities:
Judgment: 1/1 Remaining
Daylight: 1/1 Remaining
[sblock=Adventure Notes]
Transactions:
Total Coin: 20.51 GP
Game Info:
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