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Post by Cendar on Jan 21, 2015 16:00:20 GMT
Location: Tilverton, Cormyr Date & Time: Alturiak 1, 1372, 1:30 a.m. Participants: Any non-good. No participants from The Night Hunt are permitted. Level: ECL 5-9 Maximum Characters: 5 You find yourselves in the Flagon Held High Tavern late on midwinter's night, or rather early . Some of you have recently returned from stalking a great quarry across the Thunder Peaks, and a well-deserved ale now fills your bellies. Others have recently come in from far-flung lands and are resting for the night. But something - whether luck or chance or something more - has drawn you all to a central table in the crowded tavern. As you sit eyeing one another, a dark-clad man sits as well, smiling a toothy grin at you all. "Fine night, is it not?" he asks. Something is odd about his voice, though, something you cannot place. An unusually deep voice. And something is off about his appearance, too - his dark hair is a bit too perfectly placed, his skin a bit too pure and shiny, his features slightly out of proportion, and he doesn't quite line up with the floor correctly. He grins at each of you again, then repeats, "It is a fine night indeed." Please make all rolls in spoiler tags in the thread itself. Spellcraft, Knowledge: Arcana, and Knowledge: Religion might help here.
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Post by Tyrelia Vess on Jan 21, 2015 16:19:11 GMT
Tyrelia looks perplexed for a moment, she is still not used to unknown people suddenly starting conversation, this seems to have happened a lot recently, maybe adventurers are just like that, regardless, she recovers her composure and answers: "My my, yes, quite the nice night, my name is Tyrelia Vess, may i know yours?" Knowledge: Arcana 39SoC1yd1d20+5 Knowledge: Religion 1d20+9
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Post by keamazin on Jan 27, 2015 20:30:06 GMT
Keama, who has been ferreting about under the table for a penny he saw roll uneer there, pokes his head up from underneath it.
"A fine night indeed, filled with promise", he says, holding aloft his prize.
Then he looks at their new friend.
"What's it to you?."
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Post by Chemosh on Jan 30, 2015 1:45:14 GMT
Chemosh was dressed as a normal peasant with an overall average face. In case he had his cleric vestments on underneath. Now what would a peasant do...stab someone, obviously that is what everyone would do, but how? Lure them out by themselves then stab them? How though? Try to plead to someone's good conscience? Ask for help with something? Approach someone making small talk about what a fine night it was? Was that what the annoying man who answered his own question doing? Talk about the weather then stabity, stabity stab stab. Maybe I should stab him first? Need to be alone first. Too many people here. Well might as well wait to see if they said anything interesting before stabbing them.
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