Iron Gods Secondary IC Thread
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				Title: <strong>Iron Gods Secondary IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dakkon</strong> on <strong>20-02-2015, 12:02:03</strong>
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				The Silverdisk Hall's exterior is fairly standard for a Numarian Inn apart from numerous shined pewter trinkets to catch the eyes of bystanders, but the interior is notably. Hanging from every meter of the roof are bright silks scarves, each lined with silver coins of various shapes and sizes that catch and reflect the light in every which way. <br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/99/Screen_Shot_2015-02-20_at_2.55.44_PM.png)</div> The Hall's proprietor greets you and introduces himself just after you walk in the door. Gramen Ulreth is a a garrulous man with a full beard and sparkling eyes who handles himself with an air of authority. He seems to always have a grin on his lips and while he wears armour and a sword, its clear he'd rather talk his way out of trouble than come to blows with anyone. <br><br>"Hmm, not exactly the group of people that I had heard Val had hired, but I suppose that sometimes life changes quickly in Numeria," says Garmen. "I can't say that I disapprove of the changes you've made, this is much easier on the eye and I daresay smarter too without a wild orc in the group. You certainly look like the heroes of town." <br><br>"I am simply here to wish you good luck, both in the Hall and in finding any survivors of the previous expeditions under the Black Hill. We all certainly hope that they haven't met the same fate as poor, sweet Parda. Should you require any aid, or required a loan to help better equip yourself, I can certainly extend you a line of credit for a time at generous rates. Please let me know should you require any aid. Feel free to partake in any food, wine, or games within the Hall while you are here. For now, my home is your home."<br><br>"Now unless you have any questions for me, or have a wish to... tour the private quarters, I'm afraid I will have to retire for the evening. It is good to see you all, and I hope we will see more of one another soon."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Gods Secondary IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostwheel</strong> on <strong>22-02-2015, 18:18:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cp12.nevsepic.com.ua/5-4/1358322081-0937099-www.nevsepic.com.ua.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Arafel Olandir, Half-elf Oracle</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 6/9 - <strong>Init</strong> +5<br><strong>AC</strong> 21 - <strong>Touch</strong> 14 - <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 17 - <strong>CMD</strong> 11<br><strong>Fort</strong> +1 - <strong>Ref</strong> +4 - <strong>Will</strong> +0<br><strong>Perception</strong> +4 - <strong>Sense Motive</strong> -2<br><hr><strong>Spells:</strong><br><strong>Level 1:</strong> 4/4<br><hr><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br></div></div><hr>Arafel didn't like this place. If it had been but an inn, he would have welcomed it with open arms into the city as a proper establishment. And sure, it paid its taxes as any other establishment did, but he felt as though on principle he could not condone the its very presence. The townsfolk worked for hours on a daily basis, slaving away at the forges that made the town so well-known, or on the farms that dotted its outskirts. And all of their hard-earned they threw away on this gambling den, coming home to their wives with nothing to show but an empty hand and having gone into debt.<br><br>Still, the man who ran its place seemed genial enough, and his manner put Arafel a little at ease much of the time--though tonight his words were ill-chosen. "Corrag was a fine companion. If it had not been for him, we might have been dead twice-over," he chided Gramen. "It pains me that he is no longer accompanying us, but it is an ill thing to mock those not present, and I'll ask you not to do so."<br><br>As the man continued talking, Arafel allowed his breath to loosen and his hackles to lower. He usually didn't speak like that to Gramen Ulreth, but the two new folk accompanying them had him on edge. He didn't feel comfortable with them, and was unsure if they would prove good companions. Neither seemed truly motivated intrinsically to help the town, and for all they cared the flame that gave the town its name might as well stay unlit forever. Still, they were what he had to work with, so he would deal as best he could.<br><br>"We will accept your wish of good luck, and while I won't take a loan, as there is some chance that I will be unable to repay it, I allow others to make their own decisions," he glances back at the others questioningly to see if any of them wanted to take up the man on his offer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Gods Secondary IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dakkon</strong> on <strong>24-02-2015, 15:11:17</strong>
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				"My apologies, I did not mean to offend you or him Arafel," says Gramen with a small but polite bow. "I am certain that his is an excellent warrior like so many of his people. I have dealt with the tribe orcs before, and while they neither please my eyes nor nose, if you can earn their loyalty, they are companions second to none." <br><br>"The ratfolk, on the other hand, I am always happy to do business with, and I have not heard of these two new companions before," he says addressing Rakah and Ryssa. He bows to Ryssa asking, "How are you my lady? I was meeting with some of your people not but a week ago, traders who just returned from the River Kingdoms. Did you accompany them?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Gods Secondary IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>27-02-2015, 17:58:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://41.media.tumblr.com/32d3eb8fe40ae0822dee6827a6fd176c/tumblr_njrpx7hb3C1ra7k9xo1_250.png)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Rakah Dreadspawn</strong></span><br>Changeling Witch 1<br>Familiar : Didi (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1123972)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">TN Medium Humanoid (Changeling)<br><strong>Init</strong> +2 <strong>Senses</strong> Darkvision; Perception +1<br><hr><strong>Defense</strong><br><hr><strong>AC</strong> 13, touch 12, flat-footed 11 (+2 dex, +1 Natural)<br><strong>hp</strong> 5 (1d6-1)<br><strong>Fort</strong> +2, <strong>Ref</strong> +2, <strong>Will</strong> +1<br><hr><strong>Offense</strong><br><hr><strong>Speed</strong> 30 ft.<br><strong>Melee</strong> Claw x2 +1 (1d4+2/x2) or<br><strong>Ranged</strong> Crossbow +2 (1d8/19-20x2)<br><strong>Hexes</strong> Evil Eye (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/classes/base-classes/witch/hexes/common-hexes/hex-evil-eye-su), Cackle (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/classes/base-classes/witch/hexes/common-hexes/hex-cackle-su)<br><strong>Spells Prepared</strong> (CL 1st; concentration +4)<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cantrips - <em>Message,</em> <em>Light,</em> <em>Guidance</em><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;1st - <em>Mage Armor,<em> <em>Burning Hands</em><br></em></em><hr><strong>Statistics</strong><br><hr><strong>Str</strong> 12, <strong>Dex</strong> 14, <strong>Con</strong> 9, <strong>Int</strong> 16, <strong>Wis</strong> 12, <strong>Cha</strong> 14<br><strong>Base Atk</strong> +0; <strong>CMB</strong> +0; <strong>CMD</strong> 13<br><strong>Feats</strong> (1) Extra Hex (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/feats/general-feats/extra-hex)<br><strong>Skills</strong> Knowledge (Arcana) +7, Knowledge (Geography) +8, Knowledge (Planes) +7, Spellcraft +7, Use Magic Device +6<br><strong>Languages</strong> Common, Hallit, Orc, Aklo, Giant<br><strong>Traits</strong> Stargazer (http://www.archivesofnethys.com/TraitDisplay.aspx?ItemName=Stargazer%20(IG)), Resilient (http://www.archivesofnethys.com/TraitDisplay.aspx?ItemName=Resilient)<br><strong>Other gear</strong> Scroll of Cure Light Wounds, Scroll Case, Peasant's Outfit, Witch's Kit (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/equipment---final/goods-and-services/tools-kits#TOC-Kit-Witch-s), Bolts (20), Dandy Brush</div></div><hr><br>Rakah's head tilted back and swiveled as they entered the hall, her mis-matched eyes roaming the various decorations with wide-eyed wonder and a certain degree of envy.&nbsp; She had never experienced such decadence, and the beauty of the bright silks and shining trinkets and coins had an allure all its own.&nbsp; It was a struggle to pull her gaze to the man who greeted them, and once she did she felt, possibly for the first time, a measure of insecurity.&nbsp; Her simple, oft-mended clothing and wild hair seemed gretly out of place amid the pretty decor and beside this dashing figure.&nbsp; Flushing faintly, she offered Gramen a faint smile and nodded, reaching up to stroke a hand over the silky black and white fur of the skunk dozing around her neck.<br><br><strong>"I am Rakah Dreadspawn.&nbsp; It's a pleasure to meet you, sir.&nbsp; I...don't know if it would be wise to gamble, since I've never done it before and would probably prove quite bad at it."</strong>&nbsp; Her gaze returned to the decorations, the pretty words feeling foreign on her tongue, drawn up from various memories garnered over infrequent visits to town.&nbsp; The citizens tended to avoid her, due to her abilities and poor social skills, but she noticed the way they spoke to one another.&nbsp; She only hoped that she was mimicking them properly and not making a fool of herself by pretending at something she was not.<br><br><strong>"It's...kind of you to offer?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Gods Secondary IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dakkon</strong> on <strong>02-03-2015, 11:13:32</strong>
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				"Well met, Rakah," says Gramen, extending a hand and smiling with warmth at the wild woman, "I certainly hope we will be able to resolve everything to everyone's pleasure."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Gods Secondary IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>02-03-2015, 11:34:13</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The human's salaciousness would normally put her back on her heels, make her suspicious... and to some degree it does, but a fair amount of beer has gone down the hatch. So when Gramen bows and calls her lady, there's a glow of pink that rises into her ears, and she extends one pawlike hand, taking his in a light shake. Even though he didn't offer it for one. <strong>"Ryssa. And... uh, no, I was actually heading south when I heard what was going on here."</strong> She releases his hand, using it to reach up and smooth out a whisker self-consciously. <strong>"Bad news for business, it is. Especially if it gets the League to muscle in."</strong> She glances around, then back to Gramen. <strong>"It'd be a shame to see this place turn into a den where screwheads huff glowing lamp oil, or whatever that stuff is."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She turns her head to Rakah with a grin, jostling the human's hip with an elbow. <strong>"We've got a hundred crowns credit!"</strong> she pauses, ticking fingers on her left hand. <strong>"Well, a little less, I heard Brevoy's actually getting a small boom."</strong> A soft sigh. <strong>"And they don't take silverdisks, you know."</strong> She realizes that a discussion of conversion rates between the Northeastern nations probably isn't what anyone wants to hear. <strong>"But... I mean... our host is putting money in our hands. We could at least give it back."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She then smirks at Gramen, eyes squinting. <strong>"So... what do <em>you</em> think made the torch go out?"</strong> Asked as idle conversation... She looks up to the three she's signed on with, as if asking them the same. <strong>"Seriously, anything?" </strong> her ears perk forward attentively
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Gods Secondary IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dakkon</strong> on <strong>02-03-2015, 12:18:31</strong>
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				Gramen is not phased by Ryssa forwardly shaking his hand, and rather seems quite pleased. <br><br>"A pleasure Ryssa," he says, bending down and turning her hand as he shakes so that he can lightly kiss the knuckles of Ryssa's paw, "I hope this is a start of a wonderful friendship."<br><br>"I am afraid I will not speculate as to the cause of our town's recent tragedies. For the owner of a hall such as mine to speak of such ill tidings without true knowledge is to invite that bad luck into my home. Besides, it would set my patrons on edge, and that is certainly not the service I aim to provide."
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