[Tavern Thread] The Dunn Wright Inn

[Artur Hawkwing]

Audra Frost, Female Human Monk (still looking for avatar )

Audra sips from her mug as she stands near what appears to be a game of chance going on at one table. She watches the game for a few minutes, trying to figure out any rhyme or reason to the rules. Finally giving up on that, and taking the stare from one leathery faced sailor as a warning, she takes leave of her spot against the wall and starts to move, just in time for the door to fly open to the kitchens and has a front row seat as a parade of platters, trays and assortment of other goodies pass. She continues to watch them as the trundle by, curious as to what size of army they are intent on feeding with what they are carrying, food that could probably feed half of Ranocchio. Finally she takes her eyes from the spectacle and returns her focus to what is going on around her. She realizes that a place has opened up nearby, a small table sorta trapped between other tables. Winding around she stands next to a chair that affords her a view of most of the room. She opens her cloak to be seated, revealing an off white or gray outfit, the top cut off and seemed just at the bottom of her ribs. Pants of the same color and material, tied off at the waist with a simple cord, extend down her thick legs to the just below her calves, where they appear to have also been cut and seemed. The trimming of the top and pants is dyed a silverish color. Around her neck is a simple silver chain of small links, fitting her thick neck almost as if it were a choker. No charm dangles from the chain. Her entire body looks stout, obviously one used to some form of physical labor, yet it all seems in perfect harmony. Finally seated, she relaxes and rests her right arm upon the table, near her mug, the tips of two fingers rubbing slowly up and down the mug as if a nervous habit.

 

[Walking Dad]

The masked adventurer, known as the Guardian, enters the inn. He looks around and his gaze fixes on Megan. With an effortless stride he is with her and says:
"Hello Megan. Anything new around here?"

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still need to decide on spells...

AC: 19, Touch: 12, FF: 16
CMD: 16
Fort +3, Refl +4, Will +1

HP: 19/19

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[VVilhem]

"Guardian! I was starting to think you went off protecting Venza on your own! Did you have a good time spending your gold? I heard reports of a mask hero making quite a scene at the red light district the other day. Was that you showing off your cestus?"

"In a more serious note," says Megan, after much teasing, "there is a new job working for the Savi family, which deals in furs and pelts. If we're hired we'll be tavelling outside Venza, could be exciting!"

 

[Qik]

The door to the tavern opens, and in shuffles a rather unusual looking gnome. Dressed in layer upon layer of brightly colored, often oversized clothes (mostly pinks, purples, and blues), with hair that is equally attention grabbing (it variously appears silver, deep blue, or even an aquamarine - you initially want to attribute this to the light, though it's hard to say that that's a suitable explanation), the gnome cuts an interesting figure indeed. Extremely animated, the gnome half shuffles, half lopes into the room, then stops in front of the doorway and peers around the tavern, slowly and methodically, as if taking in each and every one of the patrons. His eyes settle on the somewhat taciturn figure of Audra Frost, and he gives a slight exclamation, and bounds his way over to her table. Leaping up into the chair across from her, clearly accustomed to living life in a world built for larger creatures, he begins speaking as if in midsentance: "...preciselythekindofpersonI'malwaysonthelookoutfor." He then folds his arms on the table, fingers interlocked, peaking as they are out of his oversized sleeves (seriously, his cloak looks like it was made for a rather large human, not an averaged sized gnome), and fixes Audra with a rather intense stare. Catching sight of his eyes, she notices that, like his hair, they seem to change color as she watches them, rather like the shimmering of a reflected flower bed on the water.

The gnome props his head to one side, as if considering his next action, and then moves his hands, still laced together, with his palms down, across the table. Lifting them upward, he reveals a rather worn stack of cards, face down. "Isupposeweshouldgettoitthen,shouldn'twe? Nosenseinbeatingaroundtheproverbialbush."

 

[Artur Hawkwing]

Audra Frost, Human Female Monk (Still hunting Avatar..scwewy avataw! Huh-uh-uh-uh!)

Audra's attention is torn from the masked fellow's arrival and passage by the short, walking rainbow that follows in behind a trio of Humans who are discussing how glad they are to be off "That Gods cursed rickety craft". As she amuses herself picturing said craft, the whump at the chair across from her draws her green eyes back to the here and now. She finds herself looking into a two lens kaleidoscope that has managed to get almost to the level her nose across from her. She sits there a moment fascinated by the color changes and a bit curious of the weird little fellow. When he pushes his hand forward and reveals the deck of cards there she eyes them a moment, as if fully expecting them to shift colors as well before raising her eyes back to the side cocked head and its many colored appearance. She smiles for some odd reason. Amusement perhaps?

I am afraid, good Gnome, that you may mistake me for someone else. Games of chance are not exactly my best. However, as I do seem to have plenty of time on my hands, if you are of the patience, I can attempt to learn.

Her voice is soft, smooth carefully level. Nothing remarkable when compared to other voices one may have heard. She slowly slides the mug aside to clear room for any cards that might slide, fly or flutter in her direction, her look one of curiosity.

 

[Qik]

At the revealing of the cards, the gnome's expression had shifted to one of quiet focus; that look remained as Audra spoke. Cocking his head to the other side now, he issued a curious reply. "HowcouldImistakeyouforsomeoneelseifIwasn'tlookingforsomeoneinparticularinthefirstplace?" spoke the gnome in a voice whose modulation matched that of his other features. "Nevermindthat,though...Idon'texpectyoutomakesense,anyway." Thinking for a moment, he added, "Andwhileonecouldindeedrefertothepreoccupationofthedeckas"agameofchance",it'snotthesortofgameorchanceyou'rereferringto." The gnome giggled at the thought. "Atleast,notifyouliveyourlifelikeIlivemine....WhichIcantellyoudo."

The gnome began shuffling the cards with an amazing rapidity: his fingers more resembled those of an expert musician than one shuffling a deck of cards. As the impossible rate increased even further, his fingers a blur, the beaten deck of cards began to project a kaleidoscopic color which corresponded to the rest of the gnome. His activity reaching a fever pitch (though his demeanor remained no more strained than were he pouring a glass of water), the gnome suddenly stopped, the cards stacked where they had initially been. Reaching for the deck, the gnome fingered the top card, preparing to turn it over. "Well..." he asked, with equal parts mischief and interest in his literally-dancing eyes, though his voice had suddenly snapped into focus "are you ready?"

 

[perrinmiller]

Ariel Esimae, Female Aasimar Cleric

<< In the back room >>

Ariel smiles as the Guardian finally arrives.

"Nice to see you again, Guardian. Did you get in some good shopping?"

When she hears about horses, she is pleasantly surprised and glad that Her Goddess has decreed that she need not walk all that way with her heavy gear and pack. Turning back to Mr. Savi she asks, "You mentioned Broken Log and Tritower. These places have any significance."

[sblock=Mini Stats]Initiative: +2
AC: 20 (18 without shield/flat-footed, 12 Touch)
HP: 16 Current: 16
CMB: +2 CMD: 14 Fort: +5 Reflex: +3 Will: +7 (+8 vs. Fear)
+1 for all with Resistance
Resistance: 5 Cold, 5 Acid, 5 Electricity

Current Weapon in Hand: Fork and spoon

Fire Bolt: 6/6 Remaining Channel Energy: 5/5 remaining
Deflection Aura: 1/1 remaining
Spells Remaining: Orisons: (Light, Resistance, Guidance, Detect Magic)
1st Level 4/4 (Bless, Doom, Shield of Faith, Burning Hands) [/sblock]___________________________________________

Ariel Esimae

 

[VVilhem]

OOC: Glad we got the old crew back! Sunshadow, are you looking for 4 lvl 2s/3s? In the event that the last spot remains open, can we absorb 2 lvl1s or use an NPC? Can't wait for this adventure!

 

[sunshadow21]

OOC: I could probably go with 3 level 2's and 2 level 1's, throwing in some extra encounters to give people some experience. You are going on a nice long trip after all.

 

[VVilhem]

After hanging around the backroom and catching up with Ariel and the Guardian, Megan goes back to the main hall to see if any other adventures are interested in signing up. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the colorful gnome sitting across a rather plain looking lady, playing some sort of card game. The gnome is gesturing animatedly, while the lady has her brow furrowed, concentrating on the cards and the gnome simultaneously. Well, why not?

Megan walks over to the contrasting duo and waits for a moment to introduce herself, "Good gnome and lady, are you by chance adventurers? Would you by chance also be interested in helping out the Savi Brothers?" Damn I sound awkward when I try to be formal...