Mitsu gives Fletch a long nod as he listens to him. [Private to DM Shaun; Fletch: "Hmm, that is interesting. I have a bad feeling about all of this as well. I think you're right, we best be getting to that arena. I will be sure to keep a firm grip on my blade."] He then looks over to the man that was approaching who had come off of the boat as well. He was intrigued by the accent, not quiet being able to place it. "Hello, I am Mitsu Hattori. I myself am a stranger to these lands as you are. Where do you come from and what do they call you there?" Every word seemingly picked out carefully and thought out before the first was spoken. "Yes, I received a letter as well. Although, I do question it's sincerity as you do. How about you join us, sir Fletch and I were going to make our way there and try to find a few more answers."
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My eyebrows raise at the term sir, almost ignoring all other things said. "Sir? Did I hear you correctly? Is 'Fletch' here a knight?"  I inquire, somewhat incredulously, yet calm and somewhat suprised.

After a moment I reply,
"I am honored to make thy acquaintance Mitsu-san and that you would allow me to join your party.  Thou dost carry thyself as one practiced in the exercise of the weapon you bear."  With this last statement I place my hands together as if I was praying and bow slowly while still looking at Mitsu. Still covered by my hood.
"I am called Aviram in my homelands, in the fatherland, Vaterland.  Hast thou heard of it?
From whence dost thou hail?  Is it one of the Isles?  And thou Fletch? What about you, art thou far from thy home?


[Private to Mitsu Hattori: As a sign of my understanding, I volunteer my homeland, in the expectation and understanding of courtesy, to which I am sure Mitsu is accustomed.  Something evident in his purposed actions and his dress, clearly a man who understands noble customs.]

[Private to DM Shaun: I am going to add a series of Knowledge checks to my post soon. It is a huge part of my class variant. I will likely know much about my fellows here, by my wide array of knowledge.]
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In reply to Aviram (msg # 12):

Fletch turned to face the cloaked man, trying his best not to laugh as he answered the first question. "no, I'm no knight. I got a bow and a blade and I'm skilled with 'em, that's about it. You're another letter bearer then. Apparently tons of us have already blown through to the arena. Not much else to say."

After stumbling though introductions and light small talk, three of the men made their way to the Bataniguius. A the towns main attraction and a gladiatorial arena of sorts. Being a strong-stones throw away from the pier, it didnt take them long to reach its stone steps. It as almost immediately when their boots hit the stone slabs leading to the entrance did the three notice a few things. The roar of crowds, must have been hundreds of people, the clash of steel, though it began to quiet down, the smell of blood, sweat, and burning flesh. All these made one of them slightly uncomfortable, but they marched onward as to not show fear or hesitation.

Though it was night, when they walked the short tunnel into the opening, it was bight as day. Massive braziers on towers were lit aflame, as well as torches placed throughout the area. around them were seats carved into stone. It seemed as if this whole coliseum was once one stone and with such craftsmanship and detail chiseled down into what the pit was now. though around the ring were seat, none of them were being used, every man woman and child in the area were standing, wither it be to shout insults or cheer on their favorite fighter. Thats when their attention was suddenly drawn to the bottom of the pit. Without warning, large fires in the deepest parts of the pit went out catching the three men off guard, while two of the men simply leaned back and prepared for danger, Mitsu in particular stood is ground and simply crouched slightly, hand on the hilt of his blade. It was then they realized he was not the best man to surprise with a practical joke...

With fires down, they could rest easy seeing more clearly into the pit. Well, as easy as one could feel after what they saw...
Two fighters remained standing, covered in burns and cuts. Dead bodies littered the ground. there must have been a dozen. All the while outside while they walked slowly in freedom, these men were killing eachother. A bead of sweat formed on the young clerics head, this was noticed by Fletch. "Oh relax kid," he said, being as reassuring as fletch could be, "Some people have unique ways of entertaining themselves." "Its not zat, zat makes me uncomfortable..." he said pointing down to the men, holding his hands together in silent prayer "look." Fletch and Mitsu looked closer... all the men were... chained? From the looks of it, men were chained in threes, no more than six feet of chain for distance, being forced to fight for their lives with two other men with no means of escape. The men fighting, they also noticed, were not accomplished fighers, some were large, that was true, but others were very thin, or pale. They were not used to fighting, with the exception of the two men remaining. Wither it be luck or skill, they fought eachother, not wanting too, but because they were forced into the pit. "Many enter, One leaves." a voice said from beside them.

This startled the men and they turned quickly to see who it was and if they were about the be mugged... or stabbed...

"You received the letter, yes?" The man asked. He was no 'Pig God', this man was thin, covered in elegant clothing of bright reds and gold. Fingers covered in rings with precious gems and light hair slicked back, relieving an elaborate design on his forehead, beginning from his nosebridge and ending above each eye. The design resembled a tree, art style looking much like that of elfish. "Whos askin" Fletch said in retort, grasping his knife behind his back. "Oh yes my apologies my friends," the rather thin man asked, "I come on behalf of ser Upton." This eased their minds and with a cough to cover the sound of  sheathing blade, fletch let his arms dangle at his sides again. "We were told Evergard would be meeting us." Mistu put plainly. The man, who now stood in brighter light inhaled though his teeth raising his eyebrows and rubbing his hands together, as if to sound surprised as well as apologetic. "I am sorry he is otherwise occupied at the moment. There was also an...'incident' with a receiver of a letter, much like yourselves that demanded he not be out in the open with stranger. Being a man of his standings, I hope you understand, you will meet him shortly, I assure you." The men were slightly disappointing as well as curious as to what happened. A snort of laughter cut the momentary silence. "Whos to say we're safe?" Fletch said in a mocking tone, tilting his head to the side slightly as if to frighten the thin nobleman. He didnt even look up from the ground. He simply smiled, "That would be unwise as it would be unfortunate, you think I am here alone, that is by design. Titulari, show yourself." Slightly to the side of the man, out of the shadows emerged a monster of a man. Standing a nearly seven feet tall, yet slender and completly covered in armor and with a frightening sword, no doubt custom made for his fighting style. From markings on the sides of the armor, as well as around the neck, the three could bearly see markings. As if he switched armor for this occasion. Most uncortably about this 'Titulari', his weapon was unschethed, as if ready to kill at a moments notice. And it wouldnt be hard for him to do so... his armor matched the redish color of stone behind him acting almost as a camouflage though they peered into the holes in the mask, they saw nothing, only heard the sound of deep exhales...
"Dont mind him" the nobleman said, "That sword was out before you drew your dagger, scruffy." Fletch's eyebrows frilled in anger. Scruffy? thats a new one...

The man stepped closer, not fearing them at all. It was as if he was certian the bodyguard could defend against anything, and easily kill all three men leaving him without even a bloodstain... the men kept their hands open to see, simply to avoid a swift death. The man quickly studied the three, stoping at Mitsu, standing straight, disciplined. Honorable. He nodded and reached into his front pocked. "You, what is your name?" "Mitsu Hattori" He replied with a bow. With each inch he grew closer to the man with his bow, Titulari's foot slid ever slowly behind him, arm arching slightly. He was preparing to dart forward and cleave the samurai should he attempt to harm the nobleman. As he stood straight again, the bodyguard slid his foot back into a simple standing position. He was highly trained indeed. The nobleman pulled out a round, silver item, roughly three inches tall and a half inch thick, pressed with the signet that was on the seal of their letters, the emblem of Slalo. "With this badge, you may go into any establishment for food or rest, simply show them this and you will be given what you ask for without question." Fletch looked between the two men, "Why not me or Avi here?" he asked, slightly confused and upset that he wasnt chosen. "Because scruffy, this man holds a decorum and looks least likely to attempt to sell it for prostitutes or what-have-you." Fletch held out his index finger, mouth open ready to defend himself... But then lowered his hand and raised an eyebrow with a slight nod. Made sense.

The man, with a suspiciously large syringe collected blood from the men, as well as their names and send them on their way back to town, away from the smell of blood and bright lights. walking back toward the tavern Mitsu found, Aviram was the first to speak, "Vat do we do now? Simply wait for them to test on our linage?" He then turned eyes to Fletch, "Please refrain from calling me 'Avi' again." he added with a firm tone. Just as Fletch was about to say something cocky, they heard a great rustle from the very ship they came on. All eyes turned to the vessel.

They saw the captian, nimble as ever darting from all parts of the ship, small items falling into the water as he swung a small club at something. Getting closer they heard he was shouting. Common must have not been his first language as words uncommon to them flowed out of the painfully obvious upset captain shouted, "Boreíte chamilá kommáti ton skoupidión. Poios eísai esý pou tha tolmísei na krýpsei makriá sto ploío mou?!"[Private to Mitsu Hattori: The gobllin shouts in Rhyfellion: You freeloading piece of garabage. You dare attempt stow away on MY ship?!] Aviram stepped forward, placing a hand next to his mouth as he shouted, "Sir, Are you alright? Dost thou require assistance?" The goblin turned his attention to Aviram and pointed his club. "This is part your fault! Almost blow it, almost lose pay because of freeloader!" he shouted as he continued darting about clubbing at something with amazing speed and dexterity... Wouldnt want to fight that guy in small quarters. With a final dive he hit the deck of the boat, and rustling was heard, finally, with a powerful shove, a fourth man was shoved down the plank onto the dock holding his head, as it had seemed to be the captains target all the while. The man turned, arms open attempting to explain, only to be recieved with his bag tossed into his chest with surprising strength for a small goblin. He continued to shout insults in his native tongue as he kicked the plank down and began to sail away, cursing and shouting all the while until he could be heard no longer. The shocked man stood in silence until he turned to the three men who watched the events unfold. After moments of silence, Mitsu was the first to speak, "Are you well sir?" "Yeah, 'the hell was that?" fletch added.
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Mitsu takes note of the long pause for any response from the other member of their voyage. He takes a step forward to make sure something has not gone wrong. Looking at the man he says in a slightly raised voice, "Sir, are you alright? Do you speak the common tongue?"

"Yeah, yeah Gorrum know common." said Gorrum, mutters as he rubs his head as he sits on the ground.  You notice that all of his cloths and his backpack are made of animal hide coarsely stitched together from different hides.  He is roughly 4 feet tall with long stringy black hair and black beetle eyes.  Slowly opening his backpack, Gorrum beings to take inventory of this things.  "Choppy , throwy, throwy, mug,....."  Gorrum's mumbles get quieter as he takes a moment talking to himself. As he finishes rummaging through his bag, Gorrum suddenly remembering someone was talking to him jumps up and looks at the three. "Gorrum was doing nothing wrong! Was only taking a quick nap!"  Gorrum explains as he goes about putting the backpack and hooking a very shiny spear to his back.  "Are you the ones who be giving Gorrum food?? Was told letter said there would be food."

Mitsu looks at Gorrum with a curious look after seeing he is much shorter than he assumed from behind the shadows. Looking down at the crude creature he answered his question, "No, I don't have any food. The captain called you a free loader. Did you get a letter as we did?" He looks to Fletch and Aviram, "Speaking of food, I could use a meal and a stiff drink." Holding the badge in his hand he took a moment to take a closer look at it. Looking back up, "And this gets us everything for free!"
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Gorrums's eyes flash greedily towards the badge for a moment before flickering back to Mitsu.  "Gorrum has letter; Mud elves have readed it to me" Gorrum says as he reaches into his armor and flashes a paper quickly before returning it.  He takes a quick look at Mitsu's companions before nodding and saying "yes, yes to food! Talk more there."
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In reply to Mitsu Hattori (msg # 17):

fletch looked at the strange small creature, holding back a less than courtious facial expression, but a drink sounded good as anything else. "I've shared drink with worse company. Why not?"

My reaction is similar to Fletch, holding back certain facial expressions, being unfamiliar with this new individual.  I hold my arm out slightly, covered like my face with a large burgundy hood or sleeve in this case.  Feeling somewhat distrustful already and now compounded by the atrocities this culture encourages, I question our new visitor.  "Vait, before he comes vith us, I want to see his letter.  And would he not need to submit his blood for testing before he vent vith us?  I think it would be in this goblin fellows best interest to see that man for his blood to be tested first."  I speak to Mitus and Fletch a moment separately, [Private to Fletch; Mitsu Hattori; DM Shaun:"It is If the captain vould have lost his pay for zees, Vhat vould ve lose for letting him use the coin vithout authority to."]  "...I also have some serious questions vith the nature of our 'invitation.'  Do you see it?  Are you sure those vere slaves in zee arena of could they perhaps ve others like ourselves who vere found to have blood 'impure' for their 'noble causes'?  I question if those men were slaves or if they were 'failed' invitees.  I do not think they are vorthy of much trust.  I think it could be the ploy behind all these letters of nobility.  I am sure the gladiator arena is a lucrative business."


[Private to DM Shaun:
Rolls:

note: add +1 to all knowledge adventure checks, I added an extra pt to it I had left over.

I consider to myself as we walked and were talked to at the arena by the civil servant and his imposing guard.  I also consider Gorrum after we meet him. Can I tell what sort of marital abilities they have and how trained they are in them? (Class and level etc.)
00:40, Today: Secret Roll: Aviram rolled 15 using 1d20+1.  Knowledge (Adventure), on emmisary of ser Upton; ShQ.
00:39, Today: Secret Roll: Aviram rolled 18 using 1d20+1.  Knowledge (Adventure), on Titulari; ShQ.
00:37, Today: Secret Roll: Aviram rolled 4 using 1d20+1.  Knowledge (Adventure), on Gorrum; ShQ.
00:37, Today: Secret Roll: Aviram rolled 5 using 1d20+1.  Knowledge (Adventure), on Fletch; ShQ.
00:36, Today: Secret Roll: Aviram rolled 5 using 1d20+1.  Knowledge (Adventure), on Mitsu; ShQ.

note: rolls here are in newest to oldest.. ie the natural 1 and recovery were for emissary for ser Upton.

I consider the speech we just heard from the emissary of ser Upton and this goblins claims.
00:43, Today: Secret Roll: Aviram rolled 14 using 1d20+6.  Sense Motive, Gorrum; ShQ (is he lying).
00:42, Today: Secret Roll: Aviram rolled 18 (successful recovery, ie failed to sense motive, but did not receive wrong sense motive) using 1d20+6.  recovery for critical failure.
00:42, Today: Secret Roll: Aviram rolled 7 (natural 1) using 1d20+6.  Sense Motive, emmisary of ser Upton; ShQ.

I consider to myself all the knowledge I might have about this island and its ruling class.  Perhaps it will shed light on what this letter is all about? Or the denizens that inhabit this Island? Or perhaps on this Islands geography will explain the lifestyle and development of its people?
00:58, Today: Secret Roll: Aviram rolled 3 using 1d20+1.  Knowledge (Geography), on Terrignis Mare; ShQ.
00:57, Today: Secret Roll: Aviram rolled 10 using 1d20+1.  Knowledge (History), on Terrignis Mare; ShQ.
00:57, Today: Secret Roll: Aviram rolled 16 using 1d20+1.  Knowledge (Nature), on Terrignis Mare; ShQ.
00:56, Today: Secret Roll: Aviram rolled 21 NATURAL 20! using 1d20+1.  Knowledge (Nobility & Royalty), on the Nobility/Royalty that this island is led by; ShQ.
00:55, Today: Secret Roll: Aviram rolled 5 using 1d20+1.  Knowledge (Nobility & Royalty), on the Nobility/Royalty that this blood line is tied to; ShQ.
00:51, Today: Secret Roll: Aviram rolled 7 using 1d20+1.  Knowledge (Local), on this city/arena; ShQ.

Shaun: A big focus of my class is knowledge and stray arcana... I even have a lore ability like the bard.  I am sure this will give you plenty of work to do. My apologies if it is too much, but I missed addint the rolls last post lol. 0:) If you want, we could wait to do these last set of rolls until the next post.  The last set being the ones all about Terrignis Mare. In fact, do that for sure, I can copy them to my next post, but I will keep them here for now.

and the final roll, for next time:
01:16, Today: Secret Roll: Aviram rolled 14 using 1d20+1.  Bardic Lore, Terrignis Mare; ShQ.

LORE CHECK!

functions exactly like Bardic Knowledge, but uses my class level instead :)

Bardic Knowledge
A bard may make a special bardic knowledge check with a bonus equal to his bard level + his Intelligence modifier to see whether he knows some relevant information about local notable people, legendary items, or noteworthy places. (If the bard has 5 or more ranks in Knowledge (history), he gains a +2 bonus on this check.)

A successful bardic knowledge check will not reveal the powers of a magic item but may give a hint as to its general function. A bard may not take 10 or take 20 on this check; this sort of knowledge is essentially random.

DC Type of Knowledge
10 Common, known by at least a substantial minority of the local population.
20 Uncommon but available, known by only a few people legends.
25 Obscure, known by few, hard to come by.
30 Extremely obscure, known by very few, possibly forgotten by most who once knew it, possibly known only by those who don’t understand the significance of the knowledge.]
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With the... Unexpected introduction of their new comrade, the group didnt know how to speak as Gorrum spoke in third person most of the time. Aviram took it upon himself to guide the small goblin to the opening to the pit for gorrums blood to be drawn. With so many people and lights, Avairam almost had to drag him to the royal man, like a mother dragging her child though the toy store.

"Hey you survived" Fletch stated as he hopped off a barrel next to mitsu, who sat on the ground, legs crossed and back straight up, motionless. Gorrum rubbed his arm with a large frown upon his face. "You didnt not tell gorrum, gorrum would be stabbed with thin daggar..." He grumbled. Aviram tried again for the... who  knows how many-ith time that it was normal size for humans and didnt anticipate such pain. "Sorry little mate, hows a mug of ale sound to make up for it?" Gorrums black eyes lit up, "Yes yes!" he shouted, "That would make up for being stabbed and having blood stolen from Gorrum!" Fletch laughed, looking down at Mitsu, "Hey cmon mate, food time" he said as he took an excited goblin into the nearby tavern. Mitsu did not move, leaving Aviram standing looking down at him, worry beginning to flutter for his health. "Uh.. Mitsu sir?" he sheepishly asked. No responcce. Aviriam paniced and dropped to the ground, "Mitsu? Mistu?!" He began to shout as he started to remove his helment to check for a pulse. Moments before the clerics hands made contanct, another hand darted up, stoping Avi's movement. It was Mitsus. Inhaling deeply he began to stand, brushing off his bottom. "I was.. Meditating. Be calm small Cleric."

with a sigh of relief, the two went into the tavern to join the others.

Inside the tavern was quite full, drunken men littered the tables and parts of the floor, bartenders and maids tried to keep up with the demands and the women did their best to avoid getting their rears pinched by a drunken sailor. Mitsu walked up to the Barkeeper, a younger woman, no more than her early 30's "Ma'am we would li-" He was cut off, "yeah yeah we'll get to you... stranger" she said looking him up and down foreign to the samurai culture, his armor was interesting to her. Fletch enjoyed the atmosphere, he looked throughout the chaos and one thing piqued his interest, a smaller man, being yelled at by two large men at the same time. He giggled to himself, that little guy was going to get his ass beat. Aviram Held on to Gorrum tightly as he attempted to investigate everything, it was safer for all of them if they stayed together and Gorrum didnt even seem to notice he was restrained he was so exited. He had never been in a town like this before. Mitsu held up the silver emblem given to him by the royal man. "Food and ale please, At your leisure, you seem busy." The women stopped in her tracks and looked at the emblem, and then the other 4 men. "Oh goodness im sorry," she said suddenly becoming clumsy, dropping a few mugs to the ground. Her hand darted above the counter and pointed at a table close to them, "there take a seat, please," she insisted, as if to sound as accommodating as possible.

Getting Gorrum to sit in a chair is like trying to give a cat a bath. Goblins dont like sitting and waiting for food, Aviram noted. As they sat, Fleth scanned the room for the small man who was about to get his ass handed to him by the large men, but he was nowhere in sight. the who large men however were in an all out brawl, ending the line of sight with the two being thrown out the window next to them in the heat of it. Suddenly the clink of a shotglass hitting the counter pinged his ears and (most of) the table looked over. Several overturned shotglasses with the addition of the last shot were placed in front of a man turning a lute, the same man who just moments ago was about to be force-fed his own kneecaps. "Y'evr hear of an 'Intelligence Quotient'?" the man asked, not looking up from his instrument. With silence as his answer, he continued. "A- fer the sake a time we'll say IQ is the base intellegence of a man. Average being near the hundreds. Anger a man, it drops 10 points, Throw im into a rage, and you can drop it neary a 30 points." The three looked at him, confused. He stopped tuning his guitar and looked up, "thats how you create a retard my friends, easy to manipulate and suddenly they forget what you did to their sister."


The man, appearing not late into his twenties had long, wild hair that covered his ears and mostly unkept facial hair. The only thing setting him apart from a homeless man was a necklace with a beautiful cloudy-white jewel at the end, and wrappings up his forearms, but he still had a certain 'appeal' to the ladies it seemed as they would give him passing looks and he would wink back with a grin. "Names Simon, Pleasure." he stated grabbing the stool from a passed out drunk on the counter causing him to crash to the floor, unawakening.

"Aye see ye got one of them letters eh? Might ol simon be sitting with a future big wig? Oh blessed day for me" He said in a mocking, yet joking tone. "We didnt invite you to sit here." Fletch said plainly, dissapointed he didnt get to see him get beaten up, "Im well aware archerman, Im just sitting for sober company. Every man and almost woman here is sloshed, is it too much to ask for a conversation with a fellow soberman?" he asked. Noticing Gorrum looking around, mouth agape with a firm grim by Aviram to keep him from darting away, with eyebrow raised, he leaned toward fletch,  "Hate to break it to you but I think you guide may be a bit on the 'touched' side. Y'aughta get yer money back fer an incompitant goblin." leaning to the right Simon slipped, falling right into Mitsu. Climbing up slowly, with no aid of mitsu, Simon patted his head, "sorry swordsman, apparently ima bit sloshed m'self. Word of warning to you," he said as he stood on wobbly legs, "tread carefully here, not everyone is as friends as I." He began to walk toward the door, "Ive met others you know, haent seen or heard from them, Stay safe, ill see you again!" he said with a stumbled wave. The bar mistress brought out four mugs of ale to the men with shaking arms, "Im so sorry for the wait," she said, Aviram raised an arm, "Do not worry miss, take your time, we see zat you are indeed busy, treat us as normal customors." This eased her slightly and she smiled toward Aviram and walked back to the bar, looking back once again, smile still across her face. A sharp elbow erupted into Avirams ribs, "Ay, you gunna get that? You totally have a shot" A mug slamming the table and broke the mood as all men jumped and looked toward the sound. "Gorrum likes yellow water, More! more!" He shouted excitedly.

[Private to Aviram:
Knowledge; people.
Gorrum: You didnt even see him on the boat, he must have intended it that way... the most you know of him is simply his name, and his questionably exquisite spear mounted on his back

Mitsu Hattori: On the ride in, Mitus rarely spoke. Through his accent you can gather he is VERY foreign. Wise indeed, as well as incredibly disciplined. You watched him train. Stay on his good side with that sword of his

Fletch: A stranger on the boat, though you briefly spoke, the jist you gathered is that he is a man of questionable morals, and a wonderful shot with a bow.

Titulari: Titulari; Personal bodyguard to the king, and often takes time to train troops due to his fighting prowess. Though not many races can claim his height, he is no orc, nor elf... He has been around for quite some time and not one man can remember him speaking a word.

Ser Upton: Current voice of the king, were it be a child running the kingdom, things would fall into dissaray. Upton quickly snatched the mantle after the passing of the King, and things have run smoothly sense. Though it seems as if the child king; the true king has no voice, and is merely a puppet until he develops a voice of his own to put Upton back in his place.

Sense Motives:
Gorrum: Though Gorrum is an odd choice for Royalty, He speaks the truth as far as you can tell, his letter is authentic, though the poor man cant read it himself.

Ser Upton: Evergard Upton. Acting authority as Terrian the Second mourns his father and learns the ways of royalty. A selfish, and harsh man. Though he personally dropped the crime rate down to almost nothing, it is not without it cost. He earned it with fear and blood. Best to stay on the gluttenous mans good side

Other Knowledge checks:
Geography: The Burning red sun setting behind the mountans made it difficult for you to get a good look at the island from the boat... You can say without a doubt, there are mountains to your west, beyond that, you do not know.

History: Slalo was founded centuries ago, built out of the sand by the aid of magics of the dead isle, as well as slavery of the local people though superior war knowledge. Though slalo seems to be in its 'Golden Age', something rubs you the wrong way...

Nature: Youve done a bit of reading before you came, Slalo itself is surrounded with thin forests and paths for trade with the Dwarves to the west. The town itself is Mostly stone walkways and buildings. From the looks of things, the stones were not taken from this local area being of a slightly golden reddish hue. Outside, there are many plants that have different effects on the body, as well as ungodly creatures not common to any other land.

Nobility/royalty, who is in charge now?: At the age of 12, King Terrian the Second was thrust into the Royal light after the untimly, and mysterious death of his father. Very little was said... there was no mourning in the city, in fact it took many days to even realize their king had passed. Being at such a young age, the kings embasarry, Evergard Upton guides the young king to help aid in his decisions.

Nobility/royalty, bloodlines tied to-: From the mixture of races found about the city, you can deduce that this land once had all races living amungst one another. Perhaps the Roayls of old had a council instead of a king? A war struck long ago, causing them to flee... so says the locals.

Local: Slalo: Safest place on the island. If not for its massive stone walls, its guards are above any fighter who dare come against them. The Pit, Batignnius, is a gladitorial areana, execution location as well as other means of death for the amusement of those who have lost their sense of humanity. Quite sad.

Terrignis- Lore: Terrignis, an ancient island, latent with magics. The town you stand is Slalo, a Solid stone fortress with military to defend it. The knights as well as guards are harshly trained by their generals and seem to be preparing for a war of sorts... To the west, The Vulneran Sky Mountians, full of gold and precious gems, home of the dwarves, and source to most of Slalos wealth with trade. Further past the mountains, The Redlands. Desert, with blood red stone. Much less civilized than slalo, its people have been branded as 'savages', though nobody ever speaks with them  our of fear and superstition. You notice an elf, wearing clothes of torn pieces of cloth stitched together, being pushed around by other men. It would seem elves are looked down upon in this town...]
This message was last edited by the player at 17:06, Sun 10 Jan 2016.

In reply to DM Shaun (msg # 21):

Fletch leaned over at the barmaid, displaying a grin of jagged teeth bereft of his left canine. "Bring me some O your Whiskey sweet woman." She shot an annoyed glare at the archer, but he simply closed his lips, but kept up the terrible smile. There was something off in his eyes, and the wench had no desire to keep a gaze with the with the half shaven man. As she departed, Fletch turned his face to the table, gently flicking his hand to pull the others in. "That minstrel, what he said. I heard it before from some boys down by the docks. Ton's o' us come through here. All dissapear. Already I'm startin' to think all o' us were fools to come here, no matter the tribulations that drove us away from home... They didn't explain much at the arena. Why go through all this trouble to bring a killer, a priest, a Samurai and a goblin across the bloody sea? And who knows how many others? Part o me really wants to jump onto the next ship, but my pocket's are running dry. A gold and seven silvers is nigh enough to take me somewhere. I mean look at the little woman when we flashed that sigil. Even the nickname the locals got for our 'benefactor', the folks rulin' the roost ain't loved. They're feared. This makes me want to leave just more and more. Even if I had enough coin I'm thinkin' they wouldn't let me ditch so easy... What about the rest of ya? whatchya make of all this?"
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Mitsu stared down Simon while he fell over while his hand was on the hilt of his blade, as if prepared for the odd man to attack. As Simon got up Mitsu simply shrugged the man off. He slowly sipped at his drink, savoring it in contrast to Gorrum who has finished his second, and managed to spill most of it. He leaned close to the others and Fletch to listen and nodded his head in agreement. "You make a good point. I have a bad feeling about this. We will be best off staying together and figuring out what is really going on. I don't think this calling is purely for inheriting a throne. I sense darker intentions. It is very troubling that all of the ones to come before us have simply never been seen from again." Thinking on this for a moment he added, "I also find it strange that they would consider someone of human blood and goblin blood."

After finishing his drink he looked back to the minstrel, "So Simon, what else can you tell us about the ones who requested us here? What is this all really about? Dishonorable intentions do not go over kindly if we were brought here under false pretenses." Suddenly his tone turns a bit darker, now looking down at Simon almost glaring at him. He doesn't raise his voice as keep the conversion away from eavesdroppers, but it had the weight as if he was speaking to an entire legion of men. "I would also find it most dishonorable if someone were to withhold information and lead us with I'll intent."

[Private to DM Shaun:
19:11, Today: Mitsu Hattori rolled 18 using 1d20-1.  Sense motive; Simon.
19:09, Today: Mitsu Hattori rolled 12 using 1d20+6.  Intimidate; Simon.]
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Gorrum was not used too all the hustle of a busy tavern like this.  After growing up and hunting in the outskirts of Treetown, all of this was very exciting.  The yellow water drink was especially tasty, not to mention having food given to you for no work at all?  The more he drank the better Gorrum felt.  "Gorrum likes this alot, have to figure out how to get this everywhere."  Noticing this "Simon" talk and insult him, despite briefly thinking of throwing a throwy at him, Gorrum decided it was better to just take free things, besides who even was this simon guy?.  "Gorrum agree he likes sleeping." Gorrum replied to Mitsu.  When Gorrum throws his head back and tries to finish his half full mug in a couple greedy gulps, he notices a quick flash near the top of wall. "SHINY!" Gorrum shouts excitedly dropping his mug and taking off in a sprint towards the wall then tries to jump and climb the wall to get to the shiny thing.


13:01, Today: Gorrum rolled 25 using 1d20+5.  Jump.

13:04, Today: Gorrum rolled 10 using 1d20+1.  Climb.

Before reaching the tavern... "Zis Goblin is quite a bit of vork," I laugh.  "But He is on his own now, if he vants to follow us, up to him. - I vill not drag him anywhere anymore. He either keeps up or is left behind.  I do not know him and am not his mutter." I scoff frustrated, but still amused by his behavior.  "I did not mean I take him to be examined, I meant we bar him from traveling with us if he did not comply.  Too much of a risk with how they treat us around here."

My first thought of this man who calls himself Simon (which is a lie for all I know at this point) is that [Private to DM Shaun: he is the sort of scum of the earth who takes himself to be a gift to the world, yet he is no more than a lying, cheating, womanizer, who deserves to be cut down.  He is not the brute, not the accidentally evil, he is the intentional swindler, whose ego is built each time he takes advantage of another.  He is a arrogant man who needs his pride cut down to size.  I wish I had the martial skill to do it.  His comments about women fans the old flame of hatred which was sprung up after my home was destroyed.  It is men like that who betray, infiltrate, and have no honor or honesty.  Men like that who aided in the destruction of what is good in life.  He takes advantage of that which is pure, and corrupts it.  He takes advantage of women, and for that he ought to die.] I agree with Fletch's disappointment that he ought to be pound by those men of whom he took advantage of, of whose sister was the mark.  I whisper to Mitsu and Fletch something as soon as I can after I see Simon fall into him. The words hiss out from an angered expression.  "Zis man is no doubt a thief and that was a ruse.  Check for the medallion NOW, and DO NOT let Simon leave.  It is too likely he just stole Mitsu's gold or the medallion.  Your skills with the sword Mitus, and yours with the bow, Fletch may be needed in a moments notice!"

[Private to DM Shaun: 00:33, Today: Secret Roll: Aviram rolled 11 using 1d20+6.  Sense Motive, Simon; ShQ.
00:32, Today: Secret Roll: Aviram rolled 6 using 1d20+2.  Knowledge (Adventure), on Simon; ShQ.

12:32, Today: Secret Roll: Aviram rolled 15 using 1d20+2.  Spot Check, Simon, to see if he stole from Mitsu (opposed to his sleight of hand); ShQ.
12:31, Today: Secret Roll: Aviram rolled 20 using 1d20+1.  Knowledge (Local), on Simon; ShQ.]

"SIMON! Mitsu asked you a question! Are you going to answer it!?" I shout without turning to face him yet, my large hood still covering my face. After which I stand slowly to face him, hand on my weapon.

[Private to DM Shaun: 00:55, Today: Secret Roll: Aviram rolled 19 using 1d20+2.  Intimidate Check, on Simon (aid another with Mikael if that is best); ShQ.]

If there is a calm moment to mention:

I mention to Fletch after his comment, slightly confused. "Get Zaht? you mean mine Ale? Have a shot? You mean vith the Barmaid?"

"Vell, vhatever you meant, I do agree vith you Fletch and you Mitsu. There is something afoot here. I have been studying about zis place and have much to tell you, but not here. We must deal vith zis Simon first.

This Gorrum fellow must not see much of the world, not being aware of beer.  I never would have thought there was a soul who knew not of it, but I suppose I was wrong.  I wonder what his homeland is like for him to not know of beer."  When he suddenly begins to run off I mention to myself, "Uh oh" trying to hold a smile back.  If I find that Simon has taken the medallion, I exclaim to Gorrum, "He took the most shiny thing! Stop him!" pointing at Simon.
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"Aviram is right!" He thought to himself. Mitsu quickly searched his bags and checked for his gold and medallion.

{If anything is missing, Mitsu immediately draws his katana and threatens Simon.}

{If nothing is missing}
With a fierce look he eyes Simon. "Why are you in such a hurry to leave? I wasn't done speaking with you." Mitsu suddenly moves quickly and attempts to grab Simon and hold him at the bar. {Grapple attempt}


{11:06, Today: Secret Roll: Mitsu Hattori rolled 19.  Grapple on Simon.}

"What do you say we take this a little more private. We get to stay in an inn for free,, so how about it?"

[Private to DM Shaun:
11:46, Today: Secret Roll: Mitsu Hattori rolled 16 using 1d20.  Balanace.
11:53, Today: Secret Roll: Mitsu Hattori rolled 9 using 1d20+4.  Grapple.]
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While Simon was mid introduction: Gorrum took this opportunity to not care, and finish his ale. Head tilt fully back, trying to get as much out of the mug as he could, his small, dark, sharp eyes caught a glimmer up on the wall behind them. In an explosion of movement and (probably slightly drunken) excitement, a single word erupted from his lips. “SHINY!” With complete disregard for this surroundings, Gorrum made it his own personal mission to collect the shiny object....


All four appendages hit the table at once. Gorrum had skillfully avoided all the companions drinks doing so. He turned looking up with a slight frown. It was quite up there, especially being 4 feet tall. But the stubbornness and determination of Goblins is a feat in and of itself. Running to the far end of the table, the wooden plank began to lean, after a moment, it had created a ramp for the green skinned jumper. Quick as a flash, he ran, table still leaning, making his jump almost that of a run straight up the pillar, only jumping as his momentum slowed to throw up his arm. He had grabbed it. Falling down was not part of the plan he thought he would get to, but he was a clever one, as well as being raised in treetown, he was used to falling and mid-air corrections. With a few awkward twists, he landed with a thump back on the table, just as it had evened itself out again. A few claps and “Woo!”s were heard amongst the taverns rowdy nature. Gorrum recovered, feeling accomplished and rolled back into his chair to examine what he had found... Looking down, curiousity overtook his expression. He then shot a look up, and then back down. Then looking at the floor beneith him. “Something up?” Fletch said, snorting at his own pun. “Trade seats with Gorrum. Pretty sure someone was killed here once.” In his hands, gorrum held an exquisite throwing knife, engraved in its handle was a symbol that resembled a silhouette of a man in a hood... On the floor benieth his chair, the wood was stained a light pink, as well as the wall behind him. This throwing knife was the after effects of a murder or assassination and the owner of the tavern simply could not reach the throwing knife that missed its target. Fletch inhaled sharply though his teeth and leaned back, “Naw little mate, im good. Bad luck sitting in a dead mans chair” he added, taking a swig. Gorrum relished in his victory holding it out for all his friends to see.

[Private to Aviram:
Knowledge Local, Simon: Though most people know him, he is not local. Simply a frequent visitor. People have varying degrees of views on the man, but most of which are unsavory.

Spot check; Simon: As he fell on Mitsu, you notice his hand stay in one place slightly longer than the others... he could be searching for something specific. As he fell, you also notice his ears, which have up to now been covered with hair... There is something strange about them...

Knowledge adventure: Simon. Simon is a man of mystery... Though not many know from where he hails, this port town is not his home. He is not as he appears.]

As Simon drunkly began to stumble out the door, Mitsu and Aviram shouted at him to stop, near in unison.


The man stopped. 'Drunken' obble seeming to magically disappear. His playful grin gone as he looked back. “Mitsu, Check your pockets.” Aviram plainly stated. Without breaking eye contact from the bard, Mitsu did just that. Hands quickly swiping across his body, as if he memorized the quickest way to search himself for his items should the time call for it. Mitsu's eyes became sharp, his brow frilled and slowly stood. “The silver amulet.” He stated, causing the entire table to throw looks of confusion and anger toward the bard, not more than ten feet away. Mitsu slowly lowered his hand to the hilt of his blade. “I will not ask twice thief.” Simon lowered his head... with a sigh. He sharply picked it up and began to chuckle with his hands out to the side with a shrug, “Eh what can ya do.” He said, no seeming to be upset about being discovered. “Ive done it before with smarter, and ill do it again with dumber. You dont need this right now.” He said, pulling out the very same trinket that mitsu had on himself mere moments ago. Mitsu, now standing, began drawing his blade, walking swiftly to the man. “Oh come now, just cuz im a thief doesnt mean im a coward.” He stood his ground as the furious samuari came ever closer, suddenly though, mistu began to fumble and wobble upon something that was on the ground, confused, he looked simon in the eye who leaned down with a grin. “Running isnt cowardly, its strategic.”  As he shrugged, marbles were loosed from simon, causing mitsu to stumble. As mitsu regained his footing, he swiftly sheathed his blade, reaching for the man in an attempt to grab him. As he grabbed the smaller mans shoulders with a firm grip, Simon didnt appear worried, with a twist, he spun, breaking the grip of the samuari, dropping to the floor in a cross, split, followed by a slide behind Mitsu, as mitsu spun to attempt to grab him again, he was met with a boot to the face as Simon leapt off the head of the samurai. Infuriated, mitsutu turned and he saw the back end of Simon dart out the door. The remaining three men erupted from their seats to give chase. As the exerted the doorway, they saw his distinct coat dart into an alleyway behind an inn. “Man steal! Bad man! Steal from big man!” Gorrum swiftly gave chase, if ever he stumbled, he swiftly recovered with a short bout of running on all fours for a moment. Mitsu gave hot pursuit. Just as fletch was about to take off, Aviram grabbed his shoulder, “No, zis vay, ve shall cut him off” With a tug, they ran around the other side of the building...

Simon looked over his shoulder, seeing an enraged goblin chase after you on all fours is quite terrifying, he picked up the pace. In the alley quarters were close, the sides of buildings were lined with crates of supplies and bags of clothes and other objects of the sort. With the angry goblin closing in, simon tipped over crates, kicking boxes causing them to tumble in his wake. This did not slow the goblin, he leapt and darted though and over all the obstacles. Mitsu however, was disheartened, he could not be as agile as gorrum, and released anger though his teeth with a sharp exhale. An idea struck as he saw the cleric and fletch heading the other way to head them off. Mitsu ran Inside the inn.

On the backside of the inn, rounding a corner sharply, goblin at his heels, he was met with the most unplesant sight. An archer looking down the shaft of an arrow toward him and a very upset cleric. Simon looked back and forth weighing his options. Before he had time to think, a spear was drawn, covering the back, gorrum stood, battle ready should the man be so unwise as to turn around. Simon became nervous looking to and fro. “Now now, we need this more than you do you brats, you have no idea wha-” He was cut off as Aviram briskly walked up to him, ready to grab or attack, he hadnt decided yet... “Well if you say it like that-” Simon said before quickly leaping a short height, kicking off a wall and diving though an unopened window, shattering the glass. Both gorrum and aviram reached the window to look in, shattered glass was all that remained on the floor. They looked further in to see mitsu in full sprint toward the stairs. The three outside began climbing into the window...

“Gimme a break mate, its not what you think it is.” Said simion, walking backwards as mitsu stomped up the stairs, sword partially drawn, eyes unwavering. At the top of the stairs, Simon had his hands up, spewing words at the man. The words beaded off like water off a duck, Mitsu had one thing in mind. Reclaiming what was his. Without warning, Simon darted to the right, into an open door and slammed it harshly. Mitsu sheeted his sword fully and pounded on the door. It had been locked and barred... as if simon was planning on upset visitors. He could hear rustling from the inside and began to kick at the door...

“What are you doing?!” Fletch asked, confused, “Why are you breaking in to a poor sods room?” “This is simons room” Mitsu said mid kick. “Oh. Well then.” Said fletch, now at ease began to kick in unison, hearing the bar begin to crack benieth the force of their kicks. After a moment the door swung open, splinters of the wooden plank designed to hold them back exploding to fill the room. They were met with a very different simon.. he had donned a cloak, holding a jar of sand staring deeply into it, without even turning to greet his intruders that had now filled the room.

"The golden sand of Terrignis Mare... once reflecting the gold flowing from veins in the mount, as well as the hearts of its people. Now stained red, o the blood that was shed... Will you ever reflect what is in our hearts again? Or is this what we've become?" Simon spoke to the jar. “The tolken, NOW” Mitsu ordered. Simon simply turned. “You fools. Given a gift from the devil himself and you fight to get it back. You know nothing of this place.” Fletch began to step forward from the seemingly cowardly bard. “Oh by all means, take it if you can” he said, holding it in his hand, jar of red sand in the other.” Fletch leapt toward the open hand, suddenly, simons cloudy white necklace began to swirl and the red sand from the jar exploded, swarming the room in a miasma of red, the sand in its vicious swirl almost resembled fire, with the glare of simons locket gleaming though it...


“I cant see a thing!” He shouted back to his comrades, who also had to shield their eyes, bearly able to hear him from the fierce winds that filled the room. It made no sense to any of them. From within the harsh swirling sand and blow of wind, they saw a form, darting to an fro thoughrout the room, around simon. After a moment, the sand parted, much like the read sea, to show simon standing next to the window, hood now drawn over his head, his once cloudy white necklace was now clear, like a glass locket. “You are all fools. Do you so badly wish to follow the steps of those before you? Or will you look between the lines to see the bigger picture.” While he spoke, Mitsu faught the strong winds, that with each step, pushed him back slightly ever slowly making his way to simon who was once again covered and hidden within the swirling sands. Mitsu saw his moment, and took it. With a dive, he grasped cloth and tugged, causing a thump. As the thump was sounded, the wild winds and sand began to settle. The three men look clearing their eyes to notice mitsu holding naught but the cloak simon was wearing. He was gone. With a shout in a language none of them spoke, The samuari tossed the cloak across the room. As it hit the wall, something fell from one of its pockets... it was the Jounal of Simon.


Aviram grabbed the book, still wrapping his head around what happened moments ago, and opened the book to the first page. The priest raised an eyebrow. “'smatter, cant you read?” Fletch jabbed at him with a grin. Aviram was not amused. “Of course I can read, zis is not common.” The other three men gathered around the book, mitsu leading the back, slightly upset about his failure to grab the slippery bard. “The hell is this?” Fletch said, backhanding the pages, Gorrum didnt bother, he couldnt even read common as it was. Mitsu gently took the book from the cleric and glossed the pages. “I can” He said.

[Private to Mitsu Hattori: Most are witten in Rhyfellion, some are in common, these are what they say:
"Letter Kids"?
Search for royal blood?
'Royal blood' never left
What does Pig want with strangers
Kings death, no statement
Rise in Creature discoveries/species
Familys killing familys
Elves. Rumors true?
Why? Where did they come from?
Redlands
Law's been busy
Return the people to its land?
Skewed with ancient dead isle magics?
He is key (No particular order)]

His eyebrow raised, at some of the things written and turned a page. His eyes widened, “What in the seven hells...” The samurai said. The three men again darted around to see the pages, what they saw was... Interesting to say the least.


“Creatures? Why the study of creatures?” Fletch posed. “Im not sure,” the swordsman said, flipping though the pages, “But he has been busy. There are roughly fifty entries.”

Suddenly without warning another man burst into the room, causing the four to turn weapons drawn “WOAH” shouted the stranger, "Simon, bard. Ive been tracking him for days where is he?!”

~Intro: Isaac

Sense motive, Aviram/Mitsu: After seeing he obviously stole from mitsu, its fair to assume he was up to no good.
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Fletch looked around the room, dumbfounded, and at this new comer. "Was no bard. A bloody sorcerer or somethin. Stole from us. Vanished in a cloud o' red sands and chantin'. Who the hell are you?"even before the archer's sentence was finished his bow was drawn, a blue feathered arrow notched at his cheek. He would not be tricked again today.

The weather-worn man raised his hands lightly in a gesture of peace, grey eyes casting about the room. He spoke in a husky voice, clearly unaccustomed to have to speak often. His clothes were as ragged as his speech, and he carried a quarterstaff strapped to his back. "I don't care what he was, I've got business with 'im. 'E stole a bauble from me, silver. It's important to me. I've been tracking the scoundrel for a few days, now." He paused, as a large canine, armed in piecemeal leather armor, padded into the room and crouched by his side. He pressed his hand gently to the top of the dog's head, causing it to visibly relax. It continued to eye the goblin, however. "And me name is Oloven. Oloven Fletcher. Any of you lads know where 'e might've gone?" He glanced down at the the large furry dog, watching carefully as it began to sniff the air gingerly.

Now that the theif is gone, Mitsu swiftly sheathes his sword as he takes a look at the journal. Speaking to those around him, "Looks like we are not the only ones who have been looking for answers around here. We must find Simon and make him answer for this."

After seeing the man that just came through the door it seems that they are not the only ones who have crossed paths with this man. He looks to the man and says, "Greetings, I am Mitsu Hattori. We don't have the slightest idea where he might have gone. He stole something from us as well. We only met him earlier this day. Do you know anything about this man?"

Mitsu takes a moment to look over the journal in his hands. He writes a translation on a blank page from the journal.


"Any of you have any ideas over this?"

"Stranger! Do you seek zis man Simon as vell? I would only guess he left out the widow. Unless he escaped by some other worldly means!
Did Simon steal a silver talisman from you as vell?"  I quickly run to the nearest window inside what I assume to be Simon's room and look out it.

[Private to DM Shaun: {19:32, Today: Secret Roll: Aviram rolled 15 using 1d20+1.  Knowledge (Local), on Oloven Fletcher; ShQ. DM Shaun-Knowledge local is rumors, local hear say, etc. I think you know this one just fine, but I wanted to differentiate it from Knowledge adventure, since we created Knowledge adventure.
19:32, Today: Secret Roll: Aviram rolled 14 using 1d20+2.  Knowledge (Adventure), on Oloven Fletcher; ShQ. DM Shaun-knowledge adventure describes a characters class level and class abilities, like I would have Cloistered Cleric level 1.
19:31, Today: Secret Roll: Aviram rolled 16 using 1d20+2.  Spot Check, Simon, to see if he is out the window; ShQ.}]

"I knew from the moment I met zat Simon, he was up to something.  Even with my realization and warning he eluded us.  The thing that confuses me still is his comments about the royal bloodline test. Like he was trying to help us? I vould normally just be angered, but I am actually unsure if he was trying to hurt us or help us. Do you still have all your gold Mitsu?  Hopefully the Inn would put us up from the knowledge that we had the talisman. Did we get it back?

I have much I need to tell you all about my observations of zis place and its people.

About Simon:
Though most local people know Simon, he is not local. Simply a frequent visitor. People have varying degrees of views on the man, but most of vhich are unsavory. Obviously ve have seen some identity he was hiding, but the locals understand him (or his posed self) to be as I stated earlier.

I noticed as he fell on Mitsu, his hand stayed in one place slightly longer than the others... he could have been searching for something specific. Presumably the Talisman.  As he fell, I also noticed his ears, which had up to that point been covered with hair...  There was something strange about them...

Simon is a man of mystery... Though not many know from where he hails, this port town is not his home. He was (obviously) not as he appeared.

I noticed this, just before he ran.  Vhich is vhy I spoke up so quickly. I knew he vas up to something.

There is much more about other more threatening things, concerning the blood line tests.  However those might need to be said elsewhere."

I search the cloak of Simon for any other items. {I take a 20 on Search}

I search this room for anything else of interest {I take a 20 on search of the room as well.}

I observe this room as well. {observe is a key word in our DnD, meaning describe the room, because I take the time to actually look. We have this for other players too, like seeing what armour they are wearing and weapon they are holding. Obvious things that need no check, just a description from the DM.}

{So Aaron is aware:
Aqua = my spoken words
Goldenrod = my out of character comments
Pink = specific comments to the DM or of special note.}

{I observe this new comer. {Can you describe your looks to us Oloven Fletcher}
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Gorrum takes note of Oloven entering the room, but continues to just muck around and mumble to himself. "Gonna stab....stupid bard....stab...stab... Simon"

As Ovoren's animal enters the room  and eyes him, Gorrum studies the creature back.  He sees the dog start sniffing about and Gorrum gets a great idea.  Gorrum starts walking around and smelling things too.  He eyes Simon's cloak on the floor and and drops to all four to give it a big smell.

I smell the cloak {Can I take a 20 on a "Smell Check"?}

After all the excitement of the smells, Gorrum turns back to the group and holds his spear pointed to Simon's cloak. "We should hunt this hooman and skin him." he says with a wicked smile on his face.

[Private to Aviram:
Knowledge- Oloven Fletcher

Local: Though this is the first you've heard his name, Hearsay of a strange man and his dog with a difficulty of speech has reached your ears (ironicly). The man has been on a frantic search for Simon over the past many days as he had been robbed as well. Not a harsh word has been said of the man, other than the mockery of his word choice and lack of vocabulary.

Adventure: Judging by the almost amimalistic look of the man, hand stitched clothes, animal companion, dirty bare feet, lack of social skill and smell. Youve come to the conclusion that the man before you is a Druid, where he comes from, you do not know. Though he may struggle with personal skills, both he and his dog mean well, unless otherwise wronged by another. A welcome companion indeed, or a frightful foe should you attempt to harm him.

Spot: You dart out the widow to see if you notice simon running, you no longer see him, but in his wake, he laid a trail of distruction. Overturned boxes and the sort making way to the cities western gate, toward the mountains. Simon is gone.]

Simons Cloak:
Aviram - Aviram picks up the "bards" cloak, inspecting it. To his surprise, he finds its insides are lined with many pockets- twenty to be exact, all the exact same size, a perfect fit for the silver talisman that was stolen. You notice a red streak across many of the pockets, almost like a checklist... All but one. One pocket failed to have been stricken with a cross. Perhaps his Job is not yet completed? The cloak itself was interesting. Though not crafted by a local tailor, it had been mended by one who was very experienced with a needle and thread. Given the cloth and look of the garment, the tailor did the best he or she could, given the supplies at their disposal. He looks about the sand covered room. This was Simons hub of opperations no doubt, however; all the drawers were opened and closet emptied. Simon took the time to make sure to not leave anything behind... Aside from the cloak which Mitsu grabbed. Surely that but a damper on the theives evening.

Gorrum- (Though smell isnt a roll option, I'll let you have this, I like the idea lol)
The goblin made his way to the cloak which Aviram held and quickly snatched a corner of its dark cloth and inhaled deeply. Many scents danced along its fabric, one of the most predominant was foreign to him... The dust, sand and wear of the cloak showed itself well worn, as well as well traveled. The sent of Blood, Rum and... Metal? The Goblin took a confused step back. Noticing small rocks and a damp patch on its bottom. It had not rained recently... Melted snow?... He thought, gazing at the sky piercing mountians out the window.

Survival: Weather forcast; Gorroum sticks his head out the window, the cold of the sea and warmth of the land conflicted creating a slight fog, with a light breeze coming from the east, it was safe to assume tomorrow's weather should be pleasant
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In reply to DM Shaun (msg # 33):

Fletch glared angrily at the cloak. Kicking it half heartedly.
"Well, shit. No finding him anytime soon, I heard tales of what magic weavers can do. I say we try cut our losses. I bet we can stay one  night here 'fore the management gets wise 'bout our missin' little trinket. After that, we're out on our own. And I can guarantee those areana folks will be none too happy to hear this..."
The archer glanced down at the dog, keeping a hand on his bow. He turned to the beasts owner, voice straining with apathy, "So who do you work for?"

"Work for m'self." Oloven knelt down by the large dog, who was still sniffing the air. "Aye, staying 'ere may be an option. Rest a while. But I'm sure me friend 'ere can help us track down the ruddy bloke. And even maybe listen to the lil' guy there's suggestion." Oloven cast a mischievous smile at the goblin.

[Private to DM Shaun: My animal companion is a Riding Dog with leather barding, trained for war, by the way. It has the Track feat, and a +4 racial bonus on survival checks based on scent.]