stonegod
Spawn of Khyber/LEB Judge
Czern nods ponderously. Improving oneself is paramount—it is one's first duty after service.
[Tavern] Tower's Shard 2011
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TwoHeadsBarking
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"Exactly!" Alexia replies empathically. "Nobody here seems to understand the concept of duty. Of discipline. The previous group I worked with spent half their time bickering with each other. It was amazing we got anything done. But I guess that's what happens with civilians"
Velmont
First Post
An elf enter the tavern. He wears no armor, but is carrying one large curved blade on his back. "I'm Malehan, sellsword." He then walk to a table and sit down to relax a bit.
Voda Vosa
First Post
It seems like if the words of the elf would have been a summoning spell. A summon dwarf spell. Five dwarves jump at the chance, but seeing the competence, they start to push each other, grunting and bickering and shouting. An additional dwarf joins the fray, a red bearded dwarf. A Firebelly dwarf. Not your regular dwarf, mind you.
He starts the most impressive brawl the tavern has yet seen. Punches fly from one dwarf to the other, but the Firebelly dwarf's hands seem to be made of adamantium, each hit seemed to almost knock his opponents down, but the stubborn dwarves don't go down so easily. As the brawl advances the other dwarves realize that if they don't take down the Firebelly, they won't get not even a single drop of free alcohol. Deftly fighting against all odds, the red bearded dwarf beats up one dwarf after another.
With a huge smile on his red fat, beat up face, the Firebelly dwarf approached the table with his prize, the alcohol offering elf. But when everybody thought the battle was over, the defeated dwarves jump over him, trying to restrain him.
It is them when everybody sees the legendary might of the Firebelly clan been triggered. This special technique was practiced only by this clan, and used only on rare occasions. To learn the technique, the clanmembers are deprived of alcohol for an entire week. After that, they are left without any protection or weapon, and must make they way through a group of their brothers, armed up to the teeth to claim a mug of premium ale, resting on an altar. Most of the clanmembers passed that trial.
Using this hidden power, the red beard emerged from under the pile of dwarves, and threw each of them crashing to the walls, as he shouted and yelled like an animal.
After that, he calms himself and sits next to the elf. "Howdy, me name be Muzdum, please ta meet ya." the dwarf says smiling, as if nothing had happened.
He starts the most impressive brawl the tavern has yet seen. Punches fly from one dwarf to the other, but the Firebelly dwarf's hands seem to be made of adamantium, each hit seemed to almost knock his opponents down, but the stubborn dwarves don't go down so easily. As the brawl advances the other dwarves realize that if they don't take down the Firebelly, they won't get not even a single drop of free alcohol. Deftly fighting against all odds, the red bearded dwarf beats up one dwarf after another.
With a huge smile on his red fat, beat up face, the Firebelly dwarf approached the table with his prize, the alcohol offering elf. But when everybody thought the battle was over, the defeated dwarves jump over him, trying to restrain him.
It is them when everybody sees the legendary might of the Firebelly clan been triggered. This special technique was practiced only by this clan, and used only on rare occasions. To learn the technique, the clanmembers are deprived of alcohol for an entire week. After that, they are left without any protection or weapon, and must make they way through a group of their brothers, armed up to the teeth to claim a mug of premium ale, resting on an altar. Most of the clanmembers passed that trial.
Using this hidden power, the red beard emerged from under the pile of dwarves, and threw each of them crashing to the walls, as he shouted and yelled like an animal.
After that, he calms himself and sits next to the elf. "Howdy, me name be Muzdum, please ta meet ya." the dwarf says smiling, as if nothing had happened.
Walking Dad
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Varis d'Lyrandar , Half-Elf Bard 6
A halfelf in a chainmail wearing a longsword at his side enters the tavern. He doesn't seem to carry much other equipment. "Varis d'Lyrandar my name. Stormsinger and adventurer my profession."
[sblock=OOC (includes wishlist)]
Wishlist:
Level 2 Eberron dragonshard of lightning
upgrades to +2 for current sword and armor.
last game:
http://www.enworld.org/forum/living...ng-surface-judge-stonegod-12.html#post5693554
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Varis d'Lyrandar
Perception: 20 Insight: 20 Low-light Vision
AC 21 Fortitude 19 Reflex 20 Will 21
Initiative: +3
Hit Points: 54 / 54 Bloodied: 27
Temporary Hit Points: 0
Resist: -
Saving Throw: +2 vs charm, illusion, sleep
Action Points: 1 Second Wind: 1
Healing Surge:13 Surges per day: 10 / 10
At-Will Powers: Lightning Longsword, Vicious Mockery, War Song Strike
Encounter Powers: Burning Spray, Shout of Triumph, Inspire Competence, Impelling Force, Word of Friendship, Song of Conquest, Majestic Word 2/2
Daily Powers: Stirring Shout, Song of Discord, Extra lightning damage
Condition:
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A halfelf in a chainmail wearing a longsword at his side enters the tavern. He doesn't seem to carry much other equipment. "Varis d'Lyrandar my name. Stormsinger and adventurer my profession."
[sblock=OOC (includes wishlist)]
Wishlist:
Level 2 Eberron dragonshard of lightning
upgrades to +2 for current sword and armor.
last game:
http://www.enworld.org/forum/living...ng-surface-judge-stonegod-12.html#post5693554
[sblock=Mini stat block]
Varis d'Lyrandar
Perception: 20 Insight: 20 Low-light Vision
AC 21 Fortitude 19 Reflex 20 Will 21
Initiative: +3
Hit Points: 54 / 54 Bloodied: 27
Temporary Hit Points: 0
Resist: -
Saving Throw: +2 vs charm, illusion, sleep
Action Points: 1 Second Wind: 1
Healing Surge:13 Surges per day: 10 / 10
At-Will Powers: Lightning Longsword, Vicious Mockery, War Song Strike
Encounter Powers: Burning Spray, Shout of Triumph, Inspire Competence, Impelling Force, Word of Friendship, Song of Conquest, Majestic Word 2/2
Daily Powers: Stirring Shout, Song of Discord, Extra lightning damage
Condition:
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jbear
First Post
Moses stands up and listens at the door the other adventurers had entered for their private meeting. Before the door opens he quickly sits back at his table. When the adventurer's file out moments later and leave the tavern he waits a few moments, empties his tankard of water and follows them out the door.
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CaBaNa
First Post
A gnome enters the Shard, covered in a shifting grey cloak. His movements are both smooth and erratic, like those of a chipmunk or squirrel. Distress is evident in his body language, Has anyone seen Roswyn D'Sivis? asks the gnome in a somewhat panicked voice, Another gnome, slightly taller than me, eloquent and well mannered? Anyone? Please? begs the diminutive wizard of the barkeep. I'm Pok, her brother, has anyone seen where she went?
[sblock=Pok at a glance, and OOC]
Pok D'Sivis Gnome Wizard (Arcanist: Wand of Accuracy) Level 9 (Controller)
Background: War Courier
Theme: Scholar
Character sheet is currently outdated, will be updating soon.
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[sblock=Pok at a glance, and OOC]
Pok D'Sivis Gnome Wizard (Arcanist: Wand of Accuracy) Level 9 (Controller)
Background: War Courier
Theme: Scholar
Character sheet is currently outdated, will be updating soon.
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Son of Meepo
First Post
Covered in dust and grime, a large, bald woman pushes her way through the doors of the tavern. She is stocky like a dwarf, but as tall as a human, protected by scale armor etched with dwarven runes. Her spade-like weapon, a symbol of Dol Arrah prominiently displayed on the blade is slung across her back. A lantern, dark, floats over her shoulder.
She finds seat at the bar and plops down, the legs of the stool groaning in protest.
"Drink please! It feels good to be back among the living."
She turns to the rest of the crowd at the bar.
"'Ello! I'm Ghourra! Some new faces since the last time I was here!"
[sblock=Ghourra Gravedigger]Ghourra Gravedigger, level 6 Mul Cleric|Warlord has entered the tavern.
Approvals needed.[/sblock]
She finds seat at the bar and plops down, the legs of the stool groaning in protest.
"Drink please! It feels good to be back among the living."
She turns to the rest of the crowd at the bar.
"'Ello! I'm Ghourra! Some new faces since the last time I was here!"
[sblock=Ghourra Gravedigger]Ghourra Gravedigger, level 6 Mul Cleric|Warlord has entered the tavern.
Approvals needed.[/sblock]
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As Ghourra announces her name the bouncer startles as the shadow slips by him.
"Bellegon Darksun" a whisper carries in the silence before the shadow sits next to Ghourra.
Shadows dissipate and a drow is revealed, dropping his hood on his back. He is dressed in voluminous black robe which hides whatever's under it, but the aura of menace and danger remains.
"Feywine. Please." Pleasant voice when he uses it. But the please seems something he had to remember to use.
OOC: Bellegon Darksun, dark warlock, will probably sit for a time
"Bellegon Darksun" a whisper carries in the silence before the shadow sits next to Ghourra.
Shadows dissipate and a drow is revealed, dropping his hood on his back. He is dressed in voluminous black robe which hides whatever's under it, but the aura of menace and danger remains.
"Feywine. Please." Pleasant voice when he uses it. But the please seems something he had to remember to use.
OOC: Bellegon Darksun, dark warlock, will probably sit for a time
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