[Tavern] Tower's Shard 2010
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hornedturtle
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354b does not react to the flying ale in any manner, and the slowly dripps off of him.
Antithetist
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Colgrave watches with equanimity as the ale escapes from its broken cup and soaks everything nearby, including his own dandyish attire. "Allow me," he says smoothly as a red silk handkerchief appears in his hand with a snap of his fingers.
He leans over and dabs lightly at the soaked patch of Gark's clothing. It dries instantly, leaving only a faint scent of fresh lemons and mint. Next to be dried is the Warforged's impassive bulk, and then the table surface and anybody else who suffered collateral damage from the spillage. Finally he addresses his own spoiled finery, and finishes by tossing the hankerchief carelessly over his shoulder, where it promptly vanishes into thin air.
He leans over and dabs lightly at the soaked patch of Gark's clothing. It dries instantly, leaving only a faint scent of fresh lemons and mint. Next to be dried is the Warforged's impassive bulk, and then the table surface and anybody else who suffered collateral damage from the spillage. Finally he addresses his own spoiled finery, and finishes by tossing the hankerchief carelessly over his shoulder, where it promptly vanishes into thin air.
Rumbum burries his face into the bowl of ale. Gulp...Gulp...Gulp...In a matter of seconds the ale is gone. He lifts his head up out of the bowl and belches loudly. Ahhhhhhhhhh...now that good! Better than home brew. Ale drips from his hairy face. He blinks his eyes a couple times, smiles a toothy grin, and then rapidly shakes his head like a dog does when its fur is wet. This action sends a new volley of ale droplets rocketing through the air in all directions. Gark, having moved further away, was not effected by the latest ale blast.
evilbob
Adventurer
[sblock=ale blast]Ale Blast
Racial, Encounter
Close burst 1
Target: all creatures in burst
+10 vs. Reflex
Hit: Target is showered in ale; target takes -2 penalty to cleanliness, dryness, and charisma-based checks until cleaned. Target gains +2 to defenses against fire attacks until the end of its next turn.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh...now that good! Better than home brew."[/sblock]
Racial, Encounter
Close burst 1
Target: all creatures in burst
+10 vs. Reflex
Hit: Target is showered in ale; target takes -2 penalty to cleanliness, dryness, and charisma-based checks until cleaned. Target gains +2 to defenses against fire attacks until the end of its next turn.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh...now that good! Better than home brew."[/sblock]
pathfinderq1
Explorer
Simple chance had kept Vex dry through the first wave of ale, but it was obvious that she had dealt with orcs (and their drinking habits) before. With a shrug of one shoulder, she shifted her half-cloak around, and that garment was sufficient to absorb the second potential soaking. "It isn't a bowl you want- looks like a trough would be better," she muttered.
The local blacksmith enters the tavern. I'm looking for one called Rumbum! You armor is ready!
Rumbum's ears perk up at the announcement. I be right back. Rumbum slides his chair away and walks up to the blacksmith. I Rumbum. You have something for me. Trade right?
The blacksmith gives him a nervous smile. I usually don't do work for...orc...but I guess today I'll make the exception...heh heh...
Good! Rumbum says to the blacksmith in a very excited tone. He then slams his hand onto the back of the armorsmith, almost knocking him over. Oh...sorry!
The two walk out the tavern. An while later he comes back, now dressed in fine chainmail armor. He has a big smile on his face as he sits back down with the others...who, with the exception of the warforged, are all a little farther away from Rumbum then before when he left.
He then announces to the party I move better in this armor than the other armor. Other armor make me slow. I swing axe much faster in this armor...so I trade old armor for this one.
He looks down and smiles as another bowl of delicious ale has been brought to the table while he was away. Ahhhh more ale!, he states, much to the horror of the adventurers.
Rumbum's ears perk up at the announcement. I be right back. Rumbum slides his chair away and walks up to the blacksmith. I Rumbum. You have something for me. Trade right?
The blacksmith gives him a nervous smile. I usually don't do work for...orc...but I guess today I'll make the exception...heh heh...
Good! Rumbum says to the blacksmith in a very excited tone. He then slams his hand onto the back of the armorsmith, almost knocking him over. Oh...sorry!
The two walk out the tavern. An while later he comes back, now dressed in fine chainmail armor. He has a big smile on his face as he sits back down with the others...who, with the exception of the warforged, are all a little farther away from Rumbum then before when he left.
He then announces to the party I move better in this armor than the other armor. Other armor make me slow. I swing axe much faster in this armor...so I trade old armor for this one.
He looks down and smiles as another bowl of delicious ale has been brought to the table while he was away. Ahhhh more ale!, he states, much to the horror of the adventurers.
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renau1g
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The door opens to the tavern and a half-elf enters, he is older than most of the rest of the patrons, but he walks with a casual ease, his movements are practiced and show a skill with movement. He carries a large spear across his back, easily a foot taller than himself.
"Greetings, I am Theos and I hear someone here's looking for me" the half-elf says, staring directly at the shifter, Gark.
"I'll have a few words with you friend" he says, gesturing for an empty table, stopping to pick up a pitcher an ale and a pair of glasses. He leans the weapon against the wall as he sits and waits.
[sblock=Half-Elf]
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"Greetings, I am Theos and I hear someone here's looking for me" the half-elf says, staring directly at the shifter, Gark.
"I'll have a few words with you friend" he says, gesturing for an empty table, stopping to pick up a pitcher an ale and a pair of glasses. He leans the weapon against the wall as he sits and waits.
[sblock=Half-Elf]
evilbob
Adventurer
"Y- yes!" Gark stammers as he nearly falls off his stool. Rapidly regaining his composure, he stands with as much regal as he can muster and politely says to the group, "You'll have to excuse me. But don't worry - I'm sure some of the flying ale will still reach me even over there." He quickly joins the older half-elf at his table.
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