I was counting you, Darth!!! Private message me on discord or over the forums please, we can work something out. And we will be posting here, LordNoodle. When everyone has all the deets hammered out we be gucci, everyone can just post when they're ready. It'll be a relatively slow start probs. Refer to the OP if you forget where you're at; there's a map you can use as well.
I'll add the character here. I don't really do much with social media other then using twitch to be able to play pbp on here.
Name: Firvnolg Narcion Race: Half Elf (He is part orc but that is just for flavor and nothing else I kept the normal half elf stats.) Class: Rogue Attributes: 11
13
17
13
12
14 Background: Nirvolg is the child of an elvish mother and an orc father, his memory of them being rather limited due to the fact he was sent off in a rowboat with a few other children when the pirate ship they sailed on sunk due to damage from a failed raid. The boat washed up on a small island that had a populatuon of less then five hundred where most of the populatuon was human. While the people were not violent to them, they were very indifferent to the children and left them to fend for themselves. Firvnolg did get the short end of the stuck though due to be treated roughly by the other kids who tormented him about having an orc for a father leading him stay to himself. Around the time he was old enough to be considered old enough to go out to sea he was able to find work on fishing ships and the like thanks to his dual heritage that gave him the strength of an orc and the grace of an elf. He did this for a few years until he earned the money to buy passage on a ship, paying the rest of his way by working.
Finding that he liked life on the sea he would spend three years working from ship to ship, finally finding one to call home once he found a captain he respected enough to serve under. While on board he learned the skills of a sailor and proved his worth both in sailing and combat, taking a liking to the swordfighting that his fellows called swashbuckling. Around the time he finally passed into adulthood as happens with all good things, his time onboard this ship came to an end.
All he really remebered from this time was the sounds of the captain calling the crew to arms and running to the deck before everything being caught in an esplosion that made everything go black. When he woke up all he had on him his singed armor, clothing and rapier floating near by that looked like it belonged to his captain.
I live on the East coast of the U.S. and can usually post in the evning EST on Weekdays and can post more frequently on the weekends.
(I will finish this as soon as I can, just got roped into helping with dinner.)
It's alright man, I understand haha. Just make sure ya fix yer post and whatnot & then we're good to play. You said it's from 2nd edition though? I might look into the Kepcra and find a way to include them into the world
Yeah but I am fine with just using a half elf. I myself am not really used to doing homebrew other then a few times with friends. I've mostly played on here and at my local gamestore irl.
(( Well I'll still try to go over it anyway, it sounds interesting enough to include. Also, if at any point you change your mind and decide you wanna run a new character based on that race, just message me on here and we can arrange something appropriate without having to interrupt your gameplay too much. ))
The sun, Lia Fail, hangs high in the sky. You've recently moored a tattered (if still existing) rowboat from weeks of sailing through the sixty long days of Storm's Harrowing on a floating port-city in the Shattered Isles called The Wareshome. The docks are lined with peddlers and merchants, all trying to sell, unload, or pack up their wares. It is now Gaonda, the fifth and final day of the second week of High Fail. The blazing heat burns hottest, and the island crops are sewn and grown over two-hundred-forty days of blissful respite. There is quite a bit to buy and sell here, but many of the people seem to be coming and going. The Philanthropists seem to keep to the northside of the port, in the slum-area, though a few meander to the Blackfoot Bar for drinks. Mathilda Blackfoot runs the place, and though she has some dinghy rooms she lends 'em for cheap.Trade Federation guards pace the piers in shining, lustrous armor, carrying polearms - though their patrols are a bit scant. There's a fair bit to explore, but you have the feeling finding work, clean work anyway, might prove a bit challenging.
(( Awesome!! If everyone else is ready to play, let's get it started!! If you have any questions at all before you post, please contact me either through PM or Discord. I prefer to have an open conversation with my players, and I can guarantee you as a player of the game for over 14 years and a Master of Games for over 6, you will have a much better time in any game by opening a person-to-person dialogue with your DM. All that being said - just do what your character would do if they found themselves not really knowing quite where they were, with little coin, and no ship or sense of location. Are they looking for someone? Maybe they should ask around town? There are several peddling merchants, any one of them could have seen something strange recently. Looking for work? Taverns are always a good place to find income for adventurers. ))
Firvnolg curses as he steps off of the boat, looking over the pathetic excuse for a vessel and wandering how it had not sunk in the poor state it was in. Deciding not to question the good fortune of it he will dust himself off and make his way into the town. Without anything to go on he will make his way towards the docks, hoping to at least find a ship in need of workers. Knowing he won't survive long without a way to make some coin, he will not be very picky about the type of work can find.
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Liva lets out at stretch as she steps onto the dock. Eyeing the immediate surroundings as she brushes her hair back behind her ears. Letting her hand fall limp on the pommel of the Rapier at her side she pulls a Very worn and old lute from the poor excuse for a rowboat. Only glancing momentarily at the crowd she had shared the boat with. Watching Firvnolg walk away from the the rest of them without a word. She will flash a smile at the individuals she had been stuck with. "So anyone know this area? It's unfamiliar to me." Her unspotted white teeth shine from her sun kissed skin, All the more noticeable when framed by her red hair.
She'll absent mind-idly strum her lute as she looks about the dock, humming slightly as she searches for either a tavern or an easy mark.
Perception: 10
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Malenia - [Monk - Way of the Jedi] - Auryn: Princess of Destiny
"Amazing", spoke Xolf as she looked out at the port town. It was not her first time seeing a town, but it still did not change the awe of the place. When she ran with Bera they stayed mostly to the wilds and away from the shore. The tribe did not like outsiders much. They preferred the bliss of the wilds and the thrill of the hunt. Even before she came to the surface Xolf never lived in a city. Her mother had told her about them. She did well to describe them, but nothing she said could prepare Xolf for what she was seeing now. There were so many people, and from so many different bloods. Humans, Dwarfs, Gnomes, Orcs, and to her surprise even ..."
"Surface Elves", spoke Xolf aloud as she stared at one golden skin man. He was working his way though a crowd moving some product from one place to another. He was shirtless, and Xolf was taking in the full view of his exposed abs. It was not the first time she had seen a man's flesh, but she always enjoyed the view. With her tribe people always walked around partially exposed. However they were humans, rough, tough, and lacking the right curves of a well toned eleven lad. The angle of his face and the shade of his eyes. Xolf always had a weakness for men. It was her mother's fault.
"Focus" Xolf shouted to herself. Her words caused a few gazes to fall on her. Her dark skin made even more keep staring. Actually now that she was noticing it she was standing out. A lot of people were just looking at her. The sight made her feel a bit uncomfortable. Was there something on her face?
"I need to get out the street and ..." It was then that Xolf started to remember that she could not remember. She had forgotten why she had come here. Why was she here? Sure she wanted to see the world, but this little port town did not fill her desires. So why was she here? Rubbing her chin Xolf began to think back, but she just could not remember. It was then that she noticed a strange sight. A sea of red flowing from the top of a women's, wait no. Was that a Elf? Now her curiosity was peaked.
"Excuse me", roared Xolf as she began to march across the docks. Stumping her way into the market areas Xolf attempted to gain the attention of the Lute player. "Hey! Can I have a word with you?"
Liva watched the dock work in all its glory. People of all shapes and sizes going about their day, Working on ropes for the docked boats and ships. A set of men handing cargo to one another as a merchant yelled about their wares. Not even noticing that she is strumming her Lute as she began to walk up the dock, Peering ahead for any sign of what she was used to. A tavern where sailors drink their sorrows away, a life on the sea is a rough one and sometimes a sailors only way to deal with it is at the bottom of a tankard. Or the arms of a woman. Which is where she came in, Her Elven side gained threw an unknown father kept her skin from weathering under the sun. Her features often caught the eyes of men who sought to pursue her for a night.
None ever got that night, While she appears as nothing more then a pretty face with a soft voice. She was in actuality a quite adept thief, using both her voice and her wilds to charm un-suspecting men only to rob them blind and sink back into the crowd. Leaving the tipsy sailor unaware until they awoke the following day.
Her slender fingers gently plucked at the strings on the weathered Lute, leaving just a soft melody in the air as she began to hum along with it. She was brought back into reality at the sound of a voice. "Hey! can I have a word with you?" She looked about to see a dark skinned...Elf? She wasnt sure, Most elves she met were pale in comparison yet the figures ears were similar. The individual was strolling right up to her, Liva was a bit surprised but didnt let it show. Initially thinking the individual was calling for another. "Pardon Miss? are you talking to me?"
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A bit broad for her figure and heavy step Xolf was not sure she would actually catch up to the women. To her surprise the women heard her voice over tall the ruckus and stopped. Perfect! Walking up to the women Xolf let her hips sway a bit. It was not a move to seduce the women, or those around her, but rather to detract away from her toned muscles. Though her travels she had discovered that people were more open with her when she took a more gentle approach. Her natural hard walking stance show cased her toned muscles and barbarian nature. People usually calmed up in the sight of such a intimidating figure, or worse they got on the defensive.
"Yes actually I am", spoke Xolf as she brushed back a bane of her white hair behind her pointed ear. She took a moment to really look at the women's face. There was no doubt about it. "Well I am going to go out and say this. I am kind of ... how do I put it, new to the city. I really did not get around much. Anyway, I wanted to know if you were a half-elf. You looked like one. Well what I was told a half-elf would look like. You see I have never actually meet a half-elf."
Liva raised an eyebrow as the woman, Who is much larger then herself strode up to within 3 feet of her. She had seen well-muscled females before, having a life that consisted of performing in taverns she had seen all sort of individuals. Yet this Dark skinned elf-like female was by far the largest woman she had seen. It was quite intimidating and for a moment Liva felt a spark of panic. Thoughts of what she could've done to bring about this individuals attention sprung to mind. Her body tense during the initial interaction, noticeably relaxes as the woman speaks. Letting her charm come back to the forefront, Liva lets her bright smile loose. Putting her hands on her hips she lets her features do the talking for her.
"Never seen a Half-elf?Not that surprising Given the Aelles distaste for Manfolk,." Liva examines the woman before her, Impressed by her size and way she presents herself. "No worries though, Im actually new here as well. Tryin to find a tavern where I can get a lay of the land." She peers back into the crowd. "Bartenders know more then ya think ya know....Oh where are my manners." Liva brushes the hair back out of her eyes and extends her hand towards the woman." Im Liva Folkhus, Pleasure to meet you.......?"
"Well, well, what have we here?" An average sized, dark-skinned white-haired man approached the two Aellish women. His intense curls peeped out from behind a thick leather hood, attached to a vest of the same material. His arms, bare, were covered in vibrant white tattoos resembling animal bones, or the like. He wore a tattered burlap satchel with papers bulging out, the strap clinging barely around his shoulder. In his nose, he wore a circular ivory piercing, and his eyes were bright indigo. "Newcomer, I heard? Sounds like you're in need of the specialities of Khriss of the Redfields, merchant extraordinaire and cartographer supreme, at your service. May I also say I have never seen a more lovely couple of elves on this port - and I've been comin' here near a decade. A pleasure, and an honor, madames."
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Firvnolg wanders around the docks and shrug as he did not see any ships that fit with him at first. Or maybe it was the fact that most turned asay from his when they noticed the greyish green tone of his skin. Quickly guessing that half orcs were rare here, not to mention one that clearly looked like an elf mixed with one of the brutish race. It also did jotnhelp that he probaly looked and smelled as if he had been out at sea for weeks which was in fact the case for him.
With kittle else to do Firvnolg makes his way from the docks and towards the townm hoping he had enough money to at least pay for a meal of some kind.
Perception to find a tavern: 18
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So I take it I have been chosen? I'll roll her ability scores now(Forgot to do them in the initial post.)
Taking the 18 for Charisma
Ability scores: 13 13 15 12 14 18
Malenia - [Monk - Way of the Jedi] - Auryn: Princess of Destiny
Whelp looks like I took a bit to long since the party is full. Ah well. Have fun everyone this seems like it has a chance to be really interesting.
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I was counting you, Darth!!! Private message me on discord or over the forums please, we can work something out. And we will be posting here, LordNoodle. When everyone has all the deets hammered out we be gucci, everyone can just post when they're ready. It'll be a relatively slow start probs. Refer to the OP if you forget where you're at; there's a map you can use as well.
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I'll add the character here. I don't really do much with social media other then using twitch to be able to play pbp on here.
Name: Firvnolg Narcion
Race: Half Elf (He is part orc but that is just for flavor and nothing else I kept the normal half elf stats.)
Class: Rogue
Attributes: 11
13
17
13
12
14
Background: Nirvolg is the child of an elvish mother and an orc father, his memory of them being rather limited due to the fact he was sent off in a rowboat with a few other children when the pirate ship they sailed on sunk due to damage from a failed raid. The boat washed up on a small island that had a populatuon of less then five hundred where most of the populatuon was human. While the people were not violent to them, they were very indifferent to the children and left them to fend for themselves. Firvnolg did get the short end of the stuck though due to be treated roughly by the other kids who tormented him about having an orc for a father leading him stay to himself. Around the time he was old enough to be considered old enough to go out to sea he was able to find work on fishing ships and the like thanks to his dual heritage that gave him the strength of an orc and the grace of an elf. He did this for a few years until he earned the money to buy passage on a ship, paying the rest of his way by working.
Finding that he liked life on the sea he would spend three years working from ship to ship, finally finding one to call home once he found a captain he respected enough to serve under. While on board he learned the skills of a sailor and proved his worth both in sailing and combat, taking a liking to the swordfighting that his fellows called swashbuckling. Around the time he finally passed into adulthood as happens with all good things, his time onboard this ship came to an end.
All he really remebered from this time was the sounds of the captain calling the crew to arms and running to the deck before everything being caught in an esplosion that made everything go black. When he woke up all he had on him his singed armor, clothing and rapier floating near by that looked like it belonged to his captain.
I live on the East coast of the U.S. and can usually post in the evning EST on Weekdays and can post more frequently on the weekends.
(I will finish this as soon as I can, just got roped into helping with dinner.)
It's alright man, I understand haha. Just make sure ya fix yer post and whatnot & then we're good to play. You said it's from 2nd edition though? I might look into the Kepcra and find a way to include them into the world
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Yeah but I am fine with just using a half elf. I myself am not really used to doing homebrew other then a few times with friends. I've mostly played on here and at my local gamestore irl.
(( Well I'll still try to go over it anyway, it sounds interesting enough to include. Also, if at any point you change your mind and decide you wanna run a new character based on that race, just message me on here and we can arrange something appropriate without having to interrupt your gameplay too much. ))
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TO REFRESH EVERYONE SINCE IT'S NOW CHANGED PAGES:
The sun, Lia Fail, hangs high in the sky. You've recently moored a tattered (if still existing) rowboat from weeks of sailing through the sixty long days of Storm's Harrowing on a floating port-city in the Shattered Isles called The Wareshome. The docks are lined with peddlers and merchants, all trying to sell, unload, or pack up their wares. It is now Gaonda, the fifth and final day of the second week of High Fail. The blazing heat burns hottest, and the island crops are sewn and grown over two-hundred-forty days of blissful respite. There is quite a bit to buy and sell here, but many of the people seem to be coming and going. The Philanthropists seem to keep to the northside of the port, in the slum-area, though a few meander to the Blackfoot Bar for drinks. Mathilda Blackfoot runs the place, and though she has some dinghy rooms she lends 'em for cheap.Trade Federation guards pace the piers in shining, lustrous armor, carrying polearms - though their patrols are a bit scant. There's a fair bit to explore, but you have the feeling finding work, clean work anyway, might prove a bit challenging.
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My character is done and if you wanted to check out his profile here it is.
https://ddb.ac/characters/7753987/dyJPi0
(( Awesome!! If everyone else is ready to play, let's get it started!! If you have any questions at all before you post, please contact me either through PM or Discord. I prefer to have an open conversation with my players, and I can guarantee you as a player of the game for over 14 years and a Master of Games for over 6, you will have a much better time in any game by opening a person-to-person dialogue with your DM. All that being said - just do what your character would do if they found themselves not really knowing quite where they were, with little coin, and no ship or sense of location. Are they looking for someone? Maybe they should ask around town? There are several peddling merchants, any one of them could have seen something strange recently. Looking for work? Taverns are always a good place to find income for adventurers. ))
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Firvnolg curses as he steps off of the boat, looking over the pathetic excuse for a vessel and wandering how it had not sunk in the poor state it was in. Deciding not to question the good fortune of it he will dust himself off and make his way into the town. Without anything to go on he will make his way towards the docks, hoping to at least find a ship in need of workers. Knowing he won't survive long without a way to make some coin, he will not be very picky about the type of work can find.
Liva lets out at stretch as she steps onto the dock. Eyeing the immediate surroundings as she brushes her hair back behind her ears. Letting her hand fall limp on the pommel of the Rapier at her side she pulls a Very worn and old lute from the poor excuse for a rowboat. Only glancing momentarily at the crowd she had shared the boat with. Watching Firvnolg walk away from the the rest of them without a word. She will flash a smile at the individuals she had been stuck with. "So anyone know this area? It's unfamiliar to me." Her unspotted white teeth shine from her sun kissed skin, All the more noticeable when framed by her red hair.
She'll absent mind-idly strum her lute as she looks about the dock, humming slightly as she searches for either a tavern or an easy mark.
Perception: 10
Malenia - [Monk - Way of the Jedi] - Auryn: Princess of Destiny
Ooc: In the meanwhile I joined with an old character, just give me time to catch up, happy new year
"Amazing", spoke Xolf as she looked out at the port town. It was not her first time seeing a town, but it still did not change the awe of the place. When she ran with Bera they stayed mostly to the wilds and away from the shore. The tribe did not like outsiders much. They preferred the bliss of the wilds and the thrill of the hunt. Even before she came to the surface Xolf never lived in a city. Her mother had told her about them. She did well to describe them, but nothing she said could prepare Xolf for what she was seeing now. There were so many people, and from so many different bloods. Humans, Dwarfs, Gnomes, Orcs, and to her surprise even ..."
"Surface Elves", spoke Xolf aloud as she stared at one golden skin man. He was working his way though a crowd moving some product from one place to another. He was shirtless, and Xolf was taking in the full view of his exposed abs. It was not the first time she had seen a man's flesh, but she always enjoyed the view. With her tribe people always walked around partially exposed. However they were humans, rough, tough, and lacking the right curves of a well toned eleven lad. The angle of his face and the shade of his eyes. Xolf always had a weakness for men. It was her mother's fault.
"Focus" Xolf shouted to herself. Her words caused a few gazes to fall on her. Her dark skin made even more keep staring. Actually now that she was noticing it she was standing out. A lot of people were just looking at her. The sight made her feel a bit uncomfortable. Was there something on her face?
"I need to get out the street and ..." It was then that Xolf started to remember that she could not remember. She had forgotten why she had come here. Why was she here? Sure she wanted to see the world, but this little port town did not fill her desires. So why was she here? Rubbing her chin Xolf began to think back, but she just could not remember. It was then that she noticed a strange sight. A sea of red flowing from the top of a women's, wait no. Was that a Elf? Now her curiosity was peaked.
"Excuse me", roared Xolf as she began to march across the docks. Stumping her way into the market areas Xolf attempted to gain the attention of the Lute player. "Hey! Can I have a word with you?"
Liva watched the dock work in all its glory. People of all shapes and sizes going about their day, Working on ropes for the docked boats and ships. A set of men handing cargo to one another as a merchant yelled about their wares. Not even noticing that she is strumming her Lute as she began to walk up the dock, Peering ahead for any sign of what she was used to. A tavern where sailors drink their sorrows away, a life on the sea is a rough one and sometimes a sailors only way to deal with it is at the bottom of a tankard. Or the arms of a woman. Which is where she came in, Her Elven side gained threw an unknown father kept her skin from weathering under the sun. Her features often caught the eyes of men who sought to pursue her for a night.
None ever got that night, While she appears as nothing more then a pretty face with a soft voice. She was in actuality a quite adept thief, using both her voice and her wilds to charm un-suspecting men only to rob them blind and sink back into the crowd. Leaving the tipsy sailor unaware until they awoke the following day.
Her slender fingers gently plucked at the strings on the weathered Lute, leaving just a soft melody in the air as she began to hum along with it. She was brought back into reality at the sound of a voice. "Hey! can I have a word with you?" She looked about to see a dark skinned...Elf? She wasnt sure, Most elves she met were pale in comparison yet the figures ears were similar. The individual was strolling right up to her, Liva was a bit surprised but didnt let it show. Initially thinking the individual was calling for another. "Pardon Miss? are you talking to me?"
Malenia - [Monk - Way of the Jedi] - Auryn: Princess of Destiny
A bit broad for her figure and heavy step Xolf was not sure she would actually catch up to the women. To her surprise the women heard her voice over tall the ruckus and stopped. Perfect! Walking up to the women Xolf let her hips sway a bit. It was not a move to seduce the women, or those around her, but rather to detract away from her toned muscles. Though her travels she had discovered that people were more open with her when she took a more gentle approach. Her natural hard walking stance show cased her toned muscles and barbarian nature. People usually calmed up in the sight of such a intimidating figure, or worse they got on the defensive.
"Yes actually I am", spoke Xolf as she brushed back a bane of her white hair behind her pointed ear. She took a moment to really look at the women's face. There was no doubt about it. "Well I am going to go out and say this. I am kind of ... how do I put it, new to the city. I really did not get around much. Anyway, I wanted to know if you were a half-elf. You looked like one. Well what I was told a half-elf would look like. You see I have never actually meet a half-elf."
Liva raised an eyebrow as the woman, Who is much larger then herself strode up to within 3 feet of her. She had seen well-muscled females before, having a life that consisted of performing in taverns she had seen all sort of individuals. Yet this Dark skinned elf-like female was by far the largest woman she had seen. It was quite intimidating and for a moment Liva felt a spark of panic. Thoughts of what she could've done to bring about this individuals attention sprung to mind. Her body tense during the initial interaction, noticeably relaxes as the woman speaks. Letting her charm come back to the forefront, Liva lets her bright smile loose. Putting her hands on her hips she lets her features do the talking for her.
"Never seen a Half-elf? Not that surprising Given the Aelles distaste for Manfolk,." Liva examines the woman before her, Impressed by her size and way she presents herself. "No worries though, Im actually new here as well. Tryin to find a tavern where I can get a lay of the land." She peers back into the crowd. "Bartenders know more then ya think ya know....Oh where are my manners." Liva brushes the hair back out of her eyes and extends her hand towards the woman." Im Liva Folkhus, Pleasure to meet you.......?"
Edited given knowledge of the Aelles by the DM.
Malenia - [Monk - Way of the Jedi] - Auryn: Princess of Destiny
"Well, well, what have we here?" An average sized, dark-skinned white-haired man approached the two Aellish women. His intense curls peeped out from behind a thick leather hood, attached to a vest of the same material. His arms, bare, were covered in vibrant white tattoos resembling animal bones, or the like. He wore a tattered burlap satchel with papers bulging out, the strap clinging barely around his shoulder. In his nose, he wore a circular ivory piercing, and his eyes were bright indigo. "Newcomer, I heard? Sounds like you're in need of the specialities of Khriss of the Redfields, merchant extraordinaire and cartographer supreme, at your service. May I also say I have never seen a more lovely couple of elves on this port - and I've been comin' here near a decade. A pleasure, and an honor, madames."
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Firvnolg wanders around the docks and shrug as he did not see any ships that fit with him at first. Or maybe it was the fact that most turned asay from his when they noticed the greyish green tone of his skin. Quickly guessing that half orcs were rare here, not to mention one that clearly looked like an elf mixed with one of the brutish race. It also did jotnhelp that he probaly looked and smelled as if he had been out at sea for weeks which was in fact the case for him.
With kittle else to do Firvnolg makes his way from the docks and towards the townm hoping he had enough money to at least pay for a meal of some kind.
Perception to find a tavern: 18