Café de Nuit

Tuke swears under his breath, sets down the fruit and vase, and swats Julian's hands aside. " Oh, stop being so noble about it. Here. " He closes his eyes and recites the old poetry under his breath, then brushes Julian's hair with an oddly gentle touch. Immediately, Julian feels the pain ...

" Agna? Oh, I'd say that she'sjustfine ! ", Tuke squeaks as he gets squished in Agna's embrace. Straightening his shirt and trying to reassemble his dignity after giving Agna a chaste peck on the cheek, Tuke rummages around behind some spice jars for a brown bottle. He takes a strong pull ...

Tuke glances up at Tristan with an expression that lies somewhere between sarcastic and sheepish. " I know. Sorry about that, but shouting out 'By Ezra's molars, I just ran out of the house and loosened the bark on this here tree to tell you that sweet Miss Lucia whom we done buried this mornin...

Tuke comes around the corner after composing himself for a moment in the kitchen. He's relieved to see Agna awake, and puzzled to see her stretched out over the floorboards. Did I hear something? he wonders for a moment.(1) "Agna? What is it?"

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Two reasons: One, because we are an effin' huge group, with a wide assortment of backgrounds and interests. In a very real sense, we've never been together in the first place; I don't think that the entire party has been in one place at one time to date. Two, because the entire party can only be tog...

Tuke tries to conceal his incredulity behind his tears. The man walking around in the boar mask thinks I'm melodramatic? Hello, Mister Pot. Mister Kettle, at your service, and aren't you the black one? Although Tuke had to confess, privately, that it was a touch overdone. As long as Emilio or Julian...

Hey, don't knock it. Assuming I pulled it off, I more or less just managed to hide a raft of incriminating evidence right in front of everyone's eyes. It's tantamount to my daughter asking "what cookie?" with her hands behind her back and chocolate all over her face. And as for making a fo...

Tuke looks over at Julian, horrified. For one instant, Julian sees the the truth written on Tuke's face: I'm terrified. I need to talk to you alone. (1) The halfling then launches into what could only be described as one of his more brilliant performances. Sobbing hysterically, he flings himself ont...

Tuke, still pale and shaking, jumps back when he sees the mask floating in the dark. He peers into the black for a moment, relaxing a bit when he realizes that it's a man in the dark. (1) " Please don't scare me like that, good sir. I've had enough bad shocks today. " He smiles disarmingly...

So were is the misc +4 bonus total to perform coming from since skill focus only gives a +3 as far as I know ? Also your base attack bonus should be at least +1 for a 2nd level bard . Whoops - I realized after the fact that I should have one more skill point there and +3 from the skill focus. As fo...

It's flat-out embarrassing that it took me this long to find this resource/web site...

http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/view.php?id=111461

Feel free to see if there are mistakes; I'm always open to input.

While the others enter the house, Tuke runs over to his guest house as quickly as his short legs will take him. He digs under the bed until he finds a small chest. The little fool practically rips the hinges off the chest as he digs for the tools he needs. Finally, he pulls out a thick leather bando...

Tuke gets up on his hands and knees in the mud, blood trickling from his nose. He looks up, still as pale as a sheet, his chimes ringing and his eyes blurry from the collision. " EMILIO! NO! ", he yells at the top of his lungs. Realizing that Julian and the others are back, he continues: &...

Tuke hears a piercing scream from the larder. Startled, he hops of his perch on the kitchen table, wheels over to the larder door in the stairwell... And stares for one brief shining moment at the wet, dripping horror standing in the larder door. (1) He swallows around the heavy ball of ashes that s...

Tuke crinkles his nose in thought. " I'm not sure, truthfully. I just know that I've been smelling this little flower all day, and for some reason it worries me. " He shrugs. " Ghostly brats, mysterious poisons... it's all terribly strange if you asked me. All we need now is a mysteri...