The Frevdale Tavern

[GM Phish]

In Frevdale forest there lies a single Inn, surrounded by trees and plants native to the area. Inside, the small wooden walls are a faded tan, and the woodwork is a sweet pine. Smoke circles the ceiling making it kind of dark in many of its coroners. The smoke seems to be coming from a single stove, broken at best, and is leaking smoke everywere into the room as the innkeeper cooks. She is a tall halfling, part elf, and part troll, she is tall and graceful, yet has the frightful features of the troll and its strength. Behind the counter, you see a small dwarven man seated carefully on a stool reading a book, his small round glasses on the tip of his nose.

[post away; and let the adventures begin!]  

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Pontis enters the inn with his medical bag. He sets it down on the table, and sits precariously on an un-level chair. He motions to a large glass, intending that he would like a pint, not wanting to speak.  

[GM Phish]

The dwarf, understands the mans silent request. He grabs the tall pitcher, and fills it up to the brim with foaming dwarven ale. He hands it to him saying:

"Here you go sir. What brings you to Frevdale on this fine day?"  

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Pontis doesn't respond. He doesn't seem to talk much. He just quietly sits and drinks, then slamming two copper onto the counter.

"Thanks."

He says, almost a whisper.  

[Magus Nocturn]

*the door to the inn opens and a dark elf walks in. all conversation stops for a second, the quickly starts back up. he walks over to the table on the far corner of the room and sits down  

[GM Phish]

The Dwarf approaches Xemnes.

"Can I get'chya anything there son?"

The dwarf seems hearty enough and rather warm and welcoming.
the door swings open with a loud thud.

The entire room grows cold, and a shadowy figure enters the room. A long black tattered cloak is strung across his shoulders, and the length of his neck sets his back to hunch over.

"You're not welcome here hag!"

The dwarf shouts, his hand sneaking under the table.

"Whyyyy?"

The figure hisses. Its clawed three fingered hands point to the halfling cook behind the counter. The chef, freezes in mid motion, his entire body frozen solid. The halflings skin begins to turn black, and a long line of dark mist seeps from the chef to the figure.

"Delicccious. . . "

The dark figure says.

"Enough! this will not happen in my bar!"

Quicker than anyone would have expected, the dwarf draws a large dwarven blunderbuss out from under the table, shooting the creature in the chest.
(1 dmg)

The creature leaps from his position in the doorway, towards the dwarf.

Dwarf=6 hp
Figure=10 hp  

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Pontis rises from his seat as the creature leaps through the air. His expression turns dark, and incantations are muttered beneath his breath.

"Alz-ne thuleil . . ."

A stream of pulsing dark energy leaps from the palm of his hand, the figure, taking the blow and falling backwards from its mid-leap.

(take 2 dmg!)

[I have 3 hp still . . .]  

[Magus Nocturn]

Xemnes rises from his seat concentrates for half a second then mutters the word melkorin and from his hand he releases a small bolt of energy at the dark figure. the bolt hits the dark figure knocking it off its' feet as it tried to recover.

[takes two damage]

[hp still full]  

[GM Phish]

The dwarf takes another shot at the ghoul. (1 dmg.) The ghoul is now hanging on in the doorway, standing up.

"Is that all?"

She asks, waving her finger at the dwarf.

The dwarf begins to scream, and then bursts into flame. The walls of the inn are catching, and the figure is laughing.

(dwarf= on fire; can't do anything.)

[Figure=4hp]  

[Magus Nocturn]

At the top of his lungs Xemnes shoutsMELKORIN and sends another bolt of energy at the hag

[takes 2 dmg]

[i stillz at full]