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[neoseph7]

Gabriel Lastlescoan

Lt. Sgt., Lastlescoan reporting for... ugh. Damn morning habits... Gabriel sits up in his cot, relieved he didn't go through his whole cadet schpiel this time. Where's a drawven pub when you need one? Let's be off.

[Froogleyboy]

I approach you with caution ''You look rough.Are you alright? I'm Cuis bye the way''

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Gabriel had of course forgotten that he was in fact IN a dwarven pub, an inn known as the Weary Horse. Why you are here in this pub halfway to nowhere is up to you.

[Froogleyboy]

Cuis smiled at the bar man and says Get me two mugso' corn whisky.

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"Comin' Right up....zur."

With the dying of daylight, a fog creeps across the land, clutching everything in its clammy grasp. Inside the Weary Horse inn, though, the fire is warm enough, and if the few patrons are stubborn and stare at you a little boldly, at least the food and drink are good. For an inn's common room it's quiet. It holds no more than a handful of customers. They keep their voices low, and even the clink of their mugs seems subdued as a fog gathers outside.

[neoseph7]

Gabriel Lastlescoan

I'm not halfway to nowhere. I'm at least three quarters! And appear to be driniking to the point of memory loss. Turning to Cuis. Buster Wolf. I'm fine hippy. And I have every aspiration of remaining that way. Are we adventuring together by any chance? Or do I owe you money? Gods I could use another... no. I guess it's time to get serious. Name's Gabriel Lastlescoan. Gab will do in a pinch. Gabriel gets up and offers a handshake to Cuis.

[Froogleyboy]

He returns the handshake and says Yeah, you owe me one hundred gold, so pay up.

[neoseph7]

Gabriel Lastlescoan

Hah! Well met. I hope you have a receipt which says so. These drunken stupors don't come cheap. Well. I guess they would if I didn't hold out for imported rum.

[Froogleyboy]

Ah, You got me. I turn back the liquor and say That'll put the hair on your chest

[olentu]

Arakk

Arakk staggers into the common room gets the attention of the barkeep and says Give me a mug of your strongest.

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"I'll tell you what my lad, if you're still awake after this one, you can have free food and drink for the rest of your stay." Constitution check olentu.

[playswithfire]

Yeslah

After a brief moment of difficulty, Yeslah slams the hand of his dwarven opponent to the table and collects the wagered coins from the table with the other. Waving the coins at the nearest waitress, he holds up 3 fingers. When she arrives with his (far too small) glasses of ale, he gulps one in a single swig, nudges the second towards the dwarf who is still rubbing the back of his hand and contemplates palms the third. You did well. Some drink to take the sting away. If you want to pay for more of mine, I'll take a rematch later. He tips his ale to the dwarf and stands up surveying the other patrons.

Spying two loud, possibly drunk fools, he wanders in that direction, whether to amuse himself at their antics or take some coin off them in tests of strength he'd let fate decide.

Dropping loudly into a chair near their table in time to hear Cuis' comment, What's your drink?

[Beschoren]

Cesium "Schiz", of the hangover

A ill dressed young man sits at gabriel's side. his hair is a mess and his face seems to have markings of a cloathing that pressed agains the skin for hours. one eye is more open then the other, and it seems that this guy just woke up. he turn to the bartender and just says "Ale". it dosen't look like he realized there are people around him - he's quite dazed.

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You all sit there in various states of intoxication and wakefullness. When the door swings open, every head turns to see who has arrived. The new arrival stamps the mud off his boots in the doorway, then strides confidently over, throwing a letter down on the bar in front of you.
"The village of Barovia is in need of heroes" he says in a thick accent. "You'll do as well as any." Without another word, he turns to leave.

[olentu]

I like those odds barkeep.

(d20+4)[21]

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"Wench, give the barely conscious demihuman whatever he wants. On me."

[playswithfire]

Yeslah
Forgetting his earlier question in light of this new development, Yeslash rocks back in his chair and shouts at those closest to the letter. Well, what's it say then?!

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The letter is dead in front of the highly inebriated skarn.

[olentu]

Arakk

Ah that really takes the edge off. Arakk stares intently at the letter for a few minutes.

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Hail to thee of might and valor:
I, a lowly servant of the township of Barovia, send honor to thee. We plead for thy so desperately needed assistance within our community.
Our Village is nested in the Svalich Woods, an ancient forest that has long lay quiet with the weight of ages on its shoulders. But recent nights have brought the howl of the wolves to our ears, and the night of the last full moon brought far worse out of the forest. Enormous wolves attacked with unnatural savagery, killing many of us and leaving many more wounded.
The love of my life, Ireena Kolyana was among those wounded, and I fear for her. Her injury refuses our healing remedies, and she languishes abed.
There is much wealth in this community. I offer all that might be had to thee and thy fellows if thou shalt but answer my desperate plea.
Come quickly, for I dread the rising of the next full moon! All that I have shall be thine!

Kolyan Indirovich
Burgomaster of Barovia

[olentu]

Arakk

Arakk stirs from his contemplation and then recites the contents to Yeslah.

[Beschoren]

Cesium (wilder)

he wakes up when the ale arives. "(glup, glup, glup)" - half the mug is still there. he could overlisten to the letter just in time. "how very great. well, not for them, but, I was not doing anything and a oportunity to get killed arived at the table! I'm so lucky"

[playswithfire]

Yeslah

Muttering, but loud enough to be heard. All that a lowly servant has to offer. Not much of a prize. After a large gulp of ale. But a challenge is a reward of its own and those wolves sound like they'd make for excellent sport.

Rising, finishing his beer and turning to Cesium. To get killed, perhaps, or to return in glory. I know which I prefer. But we will see what fate has in store.

[Beschoren]

Cesium, wilder

"(glup, glup, glup)"
(thinking)how much does a wolf weights?

[olentu]

Arakk

Arakk perks up when Yeslah mutters the word challenge.

Shaking off some of his stupor Arakk says A challenge, I am always up for a good challenge.

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The Barman says "If you're heading Barovia way, I'd leave at first light. It's a days ride, and the woods aren't safe at night".

[neoseph7]

Gabriel Lastlescoan

Seeing the arm wrestling match, Gab starts to contemplate joining in the fun, but doesn't get up before the letter arrives.

Heroes, huh? I remember setting calls-for-arms from the resident 'Adventuring' population. You promise 10 fools a small fortune in gold, and by the end of the month you have 2 or 3 "noble warriors" knocking on your door expecting tax free income for wiping out a horde of Dire Lemmings. Word of advise? The group in need can take us out, and simply see us as expendable. That's not to say we couldn't make a forage into the woods for some wolf pelts. Just don't all get so excited on the prospect of saving the day.

[Froogleyboy]

Ok con check (1d20)[8]

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1 point of Con, Cha and Int damage. Goes away after an hour.