<div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5c/Gold-Goblin.gif)<br/><br/><em>The Golden Goblin Tavern<br/><br/>Flamerule 30, 1384</em></div></td><td>          </td><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/05/SuzailL.jpg)<br/><br/><em>Suzail, Cormyr<br/><br/>Sunset</em></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/62/Pathfinder-Darius-by-Yama-320-2.png)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Blake  Titangate<br/>The  Drunk</strong></span><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>The singer on stage was a flutist <br/>alternating between wind and aria. <br/><br/>Sometimes the bards in line <br/>were moved to vocalize along. <br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/> ♪ ♫ War ♪ ♫ <br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/> ♪ ♫ Woe ♪ ♫<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/> ♪ ♫ Who ♪ ♫<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/> ♪ ♫ Won ♪ ♫<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/> ♪ ♫ War ♪ ♫ <br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/> ♪ ♫ Woe ♪ ♫<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/> ♪ ♫ War ♪ ♫<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/> ♪ ♫ Woe ♪ ♫<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/> ♪ ♫ Who ♪ ♫ <br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/> ♪ ♫ Won ♪ ♫<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/> ♪ ♫ War ♪ ♫<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/> ♪ ♫ Woe ♪ ♫<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/> ♪ ♫ War ♪ ♫ <br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/> ♪ ♫ Woe ♪ ♫<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/> ♪ ♫ War ♪ ♫<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/> ♪ ♫ Woe ♪ ♫<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/> ♪ ♫ Who ♪ ♫ <br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/> ♪ ♫ Won ♪ ♫<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/> ♪ ♫ War ♪ ♫<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/> ♪ ♫ Woe ♪ ♫<br/></em></span></div></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=327708.msg15683832#msg15683832">Quote from: Zaer Darkwail on 13-12-2020, 21:17:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatright"><strong>Thurok</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2353274)<br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/1e/7f/f8/1e7ff8988b2a0d5c0012fe48011cf873.jpg)</div><strong>HP:</strong> 26 <strong>AC:</strong> 15<br/><strong>Time/Place:</strong> Early evening, Suzail, The Golden Goblin Tavern<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> None (any welcome)<br/><strong>Condittions/Effects:</strong> None<br/><strong>Actions:</strong> Get tavern, grab chair and offer beer for seat to half-elf and take look around (white/silver haired man, around 50's); Spot: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=151240)<br/><hr/><br/><em>"Somewhere, in that mess and chaos, is my good-for-nothing father."</em><br/><br/>Thurok approaches the table, taking a chair and turning it around he says; "I pay ale, you, this seat, this table." Thurok spoke simply as means to give an idea that he either is dumb or from a wild tribe that barely speaks common. Makes people make assumptions which he can exploit when needed. Even pretend to be dumb, as people usually fear smart big brutes than dumb brutes. As he makes his question, he takes look around do any present bar attendants, especially bards in line, match the description of his father.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><hr/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>The drunk lifted his head, <em>"--Hic? Deal, hic, sit by me friend! I'm Blake. You look kind...--"</em>  <br/><br/>He said this as a fat bard leaned by and made him slouch forth on the table, appearing more like a scheming man. Blake dangled his mug over his open mouth, waiting for the eventual drop of Suzale, also known as Purple Dragon ale, which was a fine-quality nutty ale to splash on his tongue. Because every drop did always count. The drunk slurred and mumbled at Thurok, with a lot to say that is yet to be actually said. Drunken Speech was an unintelligible language, known only to the speaker. Thurok scanned the room for his father in a single sweeping glance.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Thurok's Spot result</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>Patrons were diverse and rowdy. There were many shady and swiveling looks, distrusting and disgusted stares; men and women, young and old; fat fists and massive jaws; bruises and nosebleeds; rolling ivory dice, shuffling cards. Old male bards had white hair but didn't look like they bedded a woman in their life. <br/><br/>There was a brunette on stage with fast fingers playing a long silver flute quite madly. One of the patrons was disguised loosely as a merchant but behaved too poor and needy to be a merchant. Some caught on early, nicknaming him the False Merchant. A clumsy waitress wandered, accidentally causing fights in her trail as if this was her first day. Thurok also noticed the drunk Blake Titangate's amber eyes however were dark and fixated on him, sly and clever. Was the man really drunk? There was a pungent-smelling cask nearby, filled with Suzale. Eventually Aliesa's silver hair became the nearest likeness to the Bard.</em></span></div></div><br/></td><td>      </td><td>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/1e/7f/f8/1e7ff8988b2a0d5c0012fe48011cf873.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=327708.msg15683996#msg15683996">Quote from: pdragon on 14-12-2020, 00:13:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fzmWUUx.jpg?1)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Familiar: Croquette</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/vyPKvFe.jpg)</div></div></div>Groza Kaal (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2353289)<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 21/21 <strong>AC:</strong> 12 <div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sorcerer: lv0. 5/5 - lv1. 4/4 <br/>Warmage: lv0. 6/6 -  lv1. 5/5</div></div><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Golden Goblin - <strong>Tagging:</strong> Thurok, open<br/><strong>Conditions:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong> Spot check to see if any of the bards stand out or match her father's description (white hair, around 50, etc.) Roll: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=151220)<br/><hr/>With a small sigh Groza pushed her way out of the crowded streets and into the similarly crowded Golden Goblin. Clutching her wide brimmed hat, Groza ducked through the crowd and made her way to the bar, ordering herself a full bottle of the place's top shelf wine. <br/><br/>With bottle and glass in hand Groza scanned for any available seating, find little in terms of prime real estate. There was at least one table still open, at least partially, and the statuesque sorceress approached the pair with a polite smile, "Mind if I steal a chair?" she asked, more a formality than an actual question, setting her drink down and pulling out one of the empty seats, plopping down with a relieved sigh. She would turn her chair to face mostly away from the other two, not wanting to intrude on whatever they were talking about, and instead turned her attention to the stage, casually scanning over the line of entertainers waiting for their turn to perform. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><hr/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>The drunk set eyes on Groza next. <em>"--Sit, I do not mind at all, I'm Blake--"</em> He contemplated and deliberated. He continued to slur and mumble, a rambling around a point yet to be made. There was a fight at the next table <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>"--this chair was mine, what did you do with my--"</em></span> The drunk ignored the violence. He was too slow to flinch or recoil at the foot that slammed inches away from his nose. <br/><br/>Blake continued to boast, <em>"--have you both tried the Suzale? Help yourself to my cask--"</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Groza's Spot result</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Patrons were diverse and rowdy. There were many bruises and nosebleeds; some rolling ivory dice. Old male bards had white hair but didn't look like they bedded a woman in their life. There was a brunette on stage with fast fingers playing a long silver flute quite madly. It would strike Groza odd how extraordinarily calm and drunk Blake was. Was he that unafraid? There was a pungent-smelling cask nearby, filled with Suzale. Eventually the last arrival Aliesa's silver hair became the nearest likeness to the Bard.</em></div></div></td><td>      </td><td>(https://i.imgur.com/fzmWUUx.jpg?1)</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=327708.msg15684181#msg15684181">Quote from: Fredasce on 14-12-2020, 03:22:20</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/33da4bc89e3eb8c95264e6d15d35c211/tumblr_pcpp2urfYP1xtyoyso1_1280.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Drothmick Unbeck (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2355359)</strong><br/><strong>HP:</strong> 23/23 <strong>AC:</strong> 17<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Golden Goblin tavern - Suzail.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> The Bastards.<br/><strong>Actions:</strong> Spot check to look for a waitperson. Roll: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=151237)<br/></span><hr/><br/>He could almost smell it: a joyous city in the middle of its most momentous festival. What would Drothmick say to him when he sees his father? “Hi, pop- no, that’s awful,” he muttered to himself, eyes looking down, and not realizing he was crossing Suzail’s city gates. “Father! It’s been a long time com- no." <br/><br/>He jumped off the horse and tied him to a nearby post. Surely no one would dare steal a horse from a would-be blue blood, no? The scene at the tavern made him sigh — it was one of those. And no seating available! Well, there was, but he would rather have a table for himself. Drothmick walked there with confident steps and sat without asking questions to either the half-elf, the human, or the half-orc. He leaned on the table, feet dangling just a few inches off the floor, and looked around for someone to wait on him. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><hr/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>The drunk set eyes on Drothmick next. <em>"--Interesting, interesting--"</em><br/><br/>There was a peculiar dignified air about this one, which made him seem highly valued but not yet famous. There was a heroic aura around him, the unmistakably same aura on those else who sat with them at the table, something Blake Titangate could recognize, even while plastered. These people were on a mission, that much the drunk could tell.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Drothmick's Spot result</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Too many patrons stood or walked; not a waitress to be seen in a few minutes until finally, emerging like a dawning light, a miraculous vision of one clumsy waitress. She wandered, accidentally causing fights in her trail as if this was her first day. <br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">"--I SO apologize!--"</span> She attended another table first, still so far away... However, Drothmick can smell the nearby cask of Suzale and the enthusiastic drunk was encouraging present company at the table to help themselves to it.</em></div></div></td><td>     </td><td>(https://64.media.tumblr.com/33da4bc89e3eb8c95264e6d15d35c211/tumblr_pcpp2urfYP1xtyoyso1_1280.png)</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=327708.msg15684570#msg15684570">Quote from: Miroque on 14-12-2020, 16:37:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(https://i.postimg.cc/1z4BYtST/selune.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Aliesa Silvereyes  (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2353133)</strong><br/><strong>HP:</strong> 19/19 <strong>AC:</strong> 19<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Golden Goblin tavern - Suzail.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> The Bastards.<br/><strong>Actions:</strong> Making an entrance and seeking an stool<br/></span><hr/><br/>As she opened the door, it seemed to be as swarmed as any other inn in the town, but <strong>Aliesa's</strong> eyes pierced the dark areas, and she found an table with single place open, and she was too weary to move an muscle to find another place to eat, sleep and get herself clean. Odd fellows inhabiting the table, she though, as she made her way to it, but most of all, they were all looking at her, with different expressions on their faces. Half-elf, Half-orc, Half-Dwarf and human. She made her way there, trying not to clip people in the full tavern with her breastplate.<br/><br/>As she reached the table and toke the free stool.<strong> "This gathering has a joke written all over it... " </strong>she let her eyes move from person to person.<strong> "But I am clad, I have no sense of humor... "</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><hr/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>The drunk chuckled at all this company but was quickly intrigued with the silver-haired woman. There was a strange deja vu he was receiving with just a look, but the explanation had not come. He was so sure he never met these people before. Most of all, this woman whose name he could not place. <em>"--Hic!--"</em> The drunk slurred and mumbled at her before raising his refilled mug. <em>"--To mirages and friends--"</em> He declared, <em>"--Blake Titangate. You are welcome to this cask of Suzale--"</em><br/><br/>His dark amber eyes looked around the room before asking the group, <em>"--how long have you been in town--"</em></td><td>             </td><td>(https://i.postimg.cc/1z4BYtST/selune.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=327708.msg15685157#msg15685157">Quote from: Himi224 on 15-12-2020, 02:10:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/CK4PRbC.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Familiar: Fidget</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/aMEMqdp.jpg)</div></div></div>Sylvia Myriss (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2354516)<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 14/14 <strong>AC:</strong> 12 <div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Wizard: lv0.(4) <br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>1-Detect magic</li><li>2-Prestidigitation</li><li>3-Mage hand</li><li>4-read magic</li></ul>lv1. (2+1 BS:1)<br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>1-Silent image DC:14</li><li>2-Enlarge person</li><li>3:Grease DC:15</li><li>4-Mage armor</li></ul>lv2.(1+1 BS:1)<br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>1-Summon monster 2</li><li>2-Summon monster 2</li><li>3-glitter dust DC:16</li></ul></div></div><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Golden Goblin - <strong>Tagging:</strong> Bastards<br/><strong>Conditions:</strong><br/><strong>Actions: Takes a seat with the other bastards and tries to flag down a wench for food Spot check (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=151250)</strong> <br/><hr/>As she walked through the crowded streets she felt her stomach growl. Her eyes looking around for any sort of tavern or bar to stop at quickly settled on the ostentatious sign of the Golden Goblin. "Well I certainly suppose this place is better than starving myself," She murmured before making her way into the crowded tavern. It was certainly more crowded then what the socially inept mage was used to as she meekly wandered through the tavern and took the last seat available not knowing whether she needed to ask for permission to sit or not she did so anyways doing her best to avoid looking at any of the other nearby guests, however her cursirary glance showed she was sitting with two other humans, a half orc, elf, and dwarf while trying to flag down a wench.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><hr/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Sylvia managed to flag down the clumsy waitress as quickly as she sat. The drunk smiled wider, impressed with her initiative. Either she was a seasoned drinker or she often had her eyes on the prize. Either way, she would be another paragon of talents in this already marvelous party. It took much for the drunk to stifle his excitement. <br/><br/>The sandy blond clumsy waitress with cold blue eyes nervously approached Sylvia and fidgeted with her hands, <em>"Evenin'... Anythin' I can getcha, hun? A hand keg's three silvers, a cask's two golds, and a barrel's five golds. We got Suzale, Bitter Black, Shadowdark Ale, Dragon's Breath Beer, Mint Ale, Mint Wine, Fire Wine, Saerloonian Glowfire, Saerloonian Topaz, um the Saerloonian Special Vat, Utterdark, of course the popular choice Marsember Blush, there's Arrhenish and you can't go wrong with Dragondew..."</em></td><td>             </td><td>(https://i.imgur.com/CK4PRbC.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=327708.msg15688423#msg15688423">Quote from: Silim on 18-12-2020, 08:21:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(https://i.redd.it/o1v2n0cg64831.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Animal Companion</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/EVBI8BE.jpg)</div></div></div>Teoran (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2354828)<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 30/30 <strong>AC:</strong> 16 <div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Druid level 0: <br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>1 - Create Water</li><li>2 - Detect Magic</li><li>3 - Detect Poison</li><li>4 - Mending</li></ul>level 1 (DC 14):<br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>1 - Entangle</li><li>2 - Entangle</li><li>3 - Goodberry</li></ul><br/>Level 2 (DC 15):<br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>1 - Barkskin</li><li>2 - Chill Metal</li></ul></div></div><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Golden Goblin - <strong>Tagging:</strong> Bastards<br/><strong>Conditions:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong> Taking a seat<br/><hr/><br/>It didn't take too many questions to find out where he should go, either. Someone like his father, if he was still doing his best to ruin lives with his lies, would be wherever the wildest crowd would be, if what little he had learned from his mother was correct. And so, the Golden Goblin was recommended to him.<br/><br/>He tied the reins of his warhorse tight in the small stable, and made sure his trusty transport had food and water, before heading inside. His wolfish brother whined slightly at the sound and smell, but followed after, even if rather miserable about the whole deal - not that the druid felt much better about it. The place positively <em>reeked,</em> in every bad way imaginable, but there were indeed a ton of bards around. Weaving his way through the drunks and filled tables, he pulled up a chair on the only table with some spots left open, where a few other travelers were also settling down. The big wolf meanwhile took a seat next to him, laying his heavy head onto the druid's lap. <strong>"Good evening."</strong> He greeted them, a slight smile that showed no teeth on his face, as he put his left hand on his companion's head to calm him.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><hr/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>The man with his wolf companion drew the drunk's eyes next. The drunk smiled back and drawled, <em>"--yes, come, help yourself to this cask of Suzale, I am Blake Titangate, hullo. Hic... You all must be here for a special reason. The Midsummer and Shieldmeet Festivals, I'm sure? Or might you all be adventurers who heard of my special request? Delicate royal affairs, and such. Stop me if I've guessed wrong but you lot seem like you helped people before. Do you all know each other? Hic--"</em><br/><br/>The drunk finished his mug and refilled it. He gazed into the wolf's eyes, <em>"How rude of me. I didn't offer the wolf a drink."</em></td><td>             </td><td>(https://i.redd.it/o1v2n0cg64831.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/>