Posts from Maiven Lightfoot (Arandor)

Halfling, partisan. Stat distribution: 10:15:15:15 5:10:5:20
Skills:
1) Quick Feet 1: enemy receives one and a half times greater penalty to Initiative for difference in initiative or range.
2) Ranged Attack 1: +30 to hit chance
Actions:
1)Short Bow.
Initiative: 6, range: 13 (can be changed). Damage: 18-24 (physical), critical hit 27 (physical)
2)Dagger
Initiative: 4, range 1 (cannot be changed). Damage: 12-15 (physical); critical hit 20 (physical)
Inventory:
1)Hat with Ear of Grain.
Halflings believe that golden, fragrant wheat ears picked on their native land bring good luck. Unfortunately, the ear on your hat is hops.
Critical Hit Chance +2%
Maximum Durability: 220
2)Sheriff's Cloak.
This item comes from the desert in Western Petalode; its previous owner tried to arrest a large orc and was eaten (there are still tooth marks on the cloak). Too bad, because the orc wasn't even doing anything illegal.
Air Resistance +3%
Gives a discount of 10 gold when attempting to bribe out of jail.
Maximum Durability: 220
3)Short Bow (two-handed)
Once upon a time, halflings took an example from elves and used longbows. With their help, it was very convenient for halflings to jump over various obstacles, but unfortunately, warriors too often tripped over their weapons.
Dodge Chance -10
Initiative -7
Maximum Durability: 270
4)Arrows (one-handed)
Stupid orcs sometimes use these arrows to pick their teeth. However, this is actually quite convenient for them.
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5)Dagger (one-handed)
Perfect for cutting purses from women. Even those made of basilisk hide!
Dodge Chance -5
Initiative +13
Maximum Durability: 180
6) Coins: 15 gold, 10 silver, 67 copper.
7)Tooth Amulet
If you put such an amulet in a drink, it will acquire a special, pleasant taste and aroma. Perhaps that's why bats are so indiscriminate in drinks and are perfectly satisfied with simple blood.
Willpower +10
Concentration +10

Current Stats:
Health 100
Damage Bonus: +45% when shooting, +4.5% on critical hit
Resistance: 3% air resistance
Critical Hit Chance: 11+2% (13%)
Dodge: 0% (in any case)
Experience: 681 (level 3)
Initiative: 21
Mana: 21
Initiative: 118 with dagger, 98 with bow

Primary
Might	Accuracy	Intelligence	Vitality	Willpower	Speed	Strength	Concentration
0	45	0	0	10	0	0	30

Maiven’s physical state was somewhat similar to Slaer’s. Only, Maiven found himself sitting on a simple, but quite comfortable chair with one part of his body, and at the same time, on a plate of unfinished salad with the other. Perhaps it wasn’t just the amount of alcohol consumed, but the local alcohol was very strange, very strange indeed. Looking around as much as he could from the salad plate, Maiven realized that he was in a tavern, and a certain Yoru was sitting on a nearby chair, looking at him with sympathy.

Overcoming the headache, Maiven peeked out from the salad and tried to remember yesterday, but all that remained were fragments of memories, and putting them together seemed like a difficult task. When he noticed that someone was looking at him, he immediately tried to justify his situation and get out of it with dignity. "You know, they make very tasty salads in this tavern," the halfling replied to the yore's piercing gaze, then silence hung in the air, forcing him to continue, and he added, "and you can also use them as a pillow, or maybe even for other purposes. Although, I can say that it is best suited for its original purpose. You should definitely try it sometime. By the way, are we acquainted?"

Yoru sadly nodded. --I think we even managed to become friends, I don't remember what it was about, but I remember you gave me this star, what's it called, by the way? I don't remember, -- Yoru frowned and looked intently at Mayven's face. --What's your name? I've forgotten that too. Clint Eastwood, right?

- Did you give it to her? - the halfling was surprised, as he rarely gave gifts, - it's called "sheriff's star," and my name is Myvan. By the way, I thought there was someone else with us, or was I mistaken? A... Mi... - the hobbit tried to remember the name of his companion, but to no avail.

–June. We were with some other Yoru, but he stole my silver cigarette case and left. Or did I give him that cigarette case? I don’t remember,” June said, lowering his head. He instinctively touched his pocket. “Oops! And my cigarette case is somehow here!” He pulled out the find and showed it. “Stop, this isn’t my cigarette case. Oops,” June put the cigarette case on the table. “Well, then, let’s have a drink to reacquaint ourselves.”

- Why not, - the halfling smiled, - and then we can take a little walk and clear our heads. Nice to see you again, June.

Joon tapped his glass, which still contained some liquid, against Mayven's glass and drained it. He exhaled, not just with the smell of alcohol, but with a small, blue flame, revealing him to be a fire mage.
--And I wouldn't mind a walk, -- he replied.

- That was impressive, - Mayven commented on what he had seen. - Well, if you're ready, let's go.

At that moment, some armed men burst into the tavern, asked the bartender something, and went upstairs. "What's going on?" June noticed.

- I have no idea, - replied Myven, - you should ask the bartender about that.
- Hey, - the halfling addressed the bartender, - what's up with those noisy guys?

“Just common bandits, they’ll probably rob someone,” the bartender replied, wiping glasses with a towel.

- I'm glad it wasn't us, - the hobbit remarked aloud. - So, we've got our answer, June. What do you think about it?

While June was gathering his thoughts, smoke started pouring down from above. "Wow, it's getting hot up there! Maybe we should take a look?"

- Let's go, but I hope we don't get into trouble, - the halfling got up from the chair and headed towards the stairs.