Chapter One: Thicker Than...?

[emissary666]

I'm so scared. Reaper remarks sarcastically. I would try to kill you for even talking to me, but I must be going Reaper says as he fades away and returns to his room. In the morning he attempt to bind Paimon and makes a good pact.
Binder Check:1d20+6=21

[woodenbandman]

Wisely avoiding the brewing conflict, the barkeep happily takes Arthur up on his offer. "Well, you see," he says, obviously shaken by what just transpired, "they have contests of physical and mental prowess each year. It might be a... a weight lifting competition, or a ... uh, a shooting gallery. And of course, there's the dance. Musicians come from all over to play the music each year, and the winning dance partners enjoy a fair amount of prestige for the remainder of the festivities."

The barkeep steps out from behind the bar, and closes it behind him. "Of course, there's also the games tournament; games of skill and chance, like craps or poker, y'know."

[kashin]

So tell me, Droma says, standing slowly so as not to wake his dog what is the common view towards the arcane arts in the games?
he lifts his head slightly as he approaches, showing the long scar crossing his face from ear to ear.

[woodenbandman]

"Uh, well, most people can't, y'know, use them, so they're generally frowned upon. However, I think there might be an activity for them. But what would you use them for in a contest of archery or strength?"

[kashin]

my craft can bring me great accuracy and, indicating to his still wispy hands they can drastically shorten contests of strength

[dark_samuari]

"Obviously for cheating, what else? The arcane arts are a stepping stool, you heard it from me first," he remarks looking at the man next to him, "Well I must be making my exit. Thank you for the information."

"Stupid old man, hope he chokes on his shriveled tongue come morning," Arthur thinks to himself going up the stairs. Upon finding his room he walks in to take in his sleeping quarters.

What is in the room?

[woodenbandman]

"It's like I said, sir. That sort of thing would be frowned upon. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to have to close up completely down 'ere. If you've any more questions about the festival, come tomorrow I'm sure there'll be plenty of explanations."

The rooms contain a standard bed-table arrangement: A bed, and a table. The bed is quite comfortable, and the table's woodwork is excellent. Apparently, this city prides itself on elegance. There is also a chair to match with the table, and a coat rack near the door. There's plenty of room for a traveler to store his belongings underneath the bed, or in the middle of the floor if they so choose. A bowl of complimentary sweeties sits on the table.

[emissary666]

Reaper tries a candy, sits down at the table and cleans/sharpens/whatever his equipment

Reaper doesn't sleep. He enters a trance like state of keeping his equipment in top shape. Mechanically, he's asleep.

[kashin]

and people say I'm unpleasant
Droma calls for his dog and ascends the stairs. He attempts to determine which rooms are being occupied by the two offensive individuals from the bar while on his way to his own.
(taking tens on listen checks Droma gets 6 and his dog gets 14)
shortly after entering his room he places the empty sweets boll outside his room with a sign reading "refill pleas"

[woodenbandman]

Droma cannot determine which individuals are in which rooms (It'd be a DC 14 before the door is factored in, so it's like DC 19, at that's if they're actually talking in normal conversation voices.)

In the morning, Droma's candy bowl has been refilled.

[emissary666]

 Having bound Paimon, Reaper steps out of his room and goes down stairs for breakfast. This time he is able to successfully flirt with the waitress. He orders coffee and a bagel, something he learned of in a far off land. Hearing that they did not serve it, Reaper has a pancakes.
After breakfast, Reaper steps outside. He walks to the church, where he grabs a random civilian and asks, "Where's Ashley Grimm?"

Intimidate: 1d20 11=30

[kashin]

Droma thuds down to the bar, slumps into the same stool as the night before and places the empty candy bowl on the counter. he orders bread pudding, hash, meat scraps for his dog and a glass of Oju (I almost certainly spelled it wrong but it is beef stock, garlic, onion and spices reduced by at least half).

[dark_samuari]

Arthur sat in his room for the night sipping on a sweetie from the bowl every couple minutes until there were no more. During this process he plans out and thinks about ways which to win the competitions. He finally felt the night taking its toll and attempted to find the rare relief of rest.
Fall Asleep: 1d20+6 15=21
Arthur rests for a good night and wakes in the morning to prepare for the day. He heads down to the bar floor and upon viewing a barmaid, "Madam, could you do me a one, two, three and get me a glass of wine and some bread?" and sits down at a table to continue planning out his day.

[JaronK]

Dorial

Dorial stretches a bit before his morning meditations.  After finding his focus, he grabs his pack and heads down the stairs to the bar below for some breakfast.  "Good morning all!  Sir barkeep, give me whatever you recommend for a good day of competition!  I think I'm about ready for that sort of thing."  He plops down his back pack and bow by a seat and sits down at a table.

[woodenbandman]

You are all delivered breakfasts, and the bill for your stay of the night. Dorial, you recieve a grilled sandwich with turkey, salame, and swiss cheese. (2gp, 1.5sp)

Au Jus. God damn, you even order that in DnD. He orders a french dip sandwich like everywhere he goes.

[kashin]

not french dip this time, it is his beverage of choice.

[JaronK]

Dorial

Dorial eyes the barkeep suspiciously.  "I think this might be the most expensive sandwich I've ever seen."

[woodenbandman]

"Oh, your night's stay has been added to that bill, for convenience, sir."

[kashin]

droma drops the coins on the table as well as 2 gp extra
all right, I would also like 2 gold worth of cranberries, beef and sewit (cheep beef fat)... oh and a refill he says handing the bar keep the sweets bowl

[JaronK]

Dorial

"Right, right.  Oh well, time to go earn some money with the whole adventuring thing.  Speaking of which, know of anything currently threatening the world or anything like that?"