OOP: If the cleric actually spits alcohol on Anavren, he slaps the clerics donkeys hindquarters as hard as he possibly can while he yells, HYA! at the donkey in an attempt to make it bolt. If the donkey bolts, Anavren laughs so hard he almost busts a gut. If the donkey doesnt bolt, Anavren will take a swig of his own wine well outside the clerics range, then spit it in the clerics face as he advances on the cleric, cheeks bulging. Lets just hope the GM rules the cleric never gets a chance to spit on Anavren so this doesnt devolve into internecine party warfare.

IP: Anavren continues to verbally spar with Acea in the evening before they encounter the inn. I see clearly now it is OK for you to make conditioned threats enforced by bared weapons that are NOT made in jest, whereas it is NOT OK for me to use hollow verbal conditional threats that are merely used to illustrate a point. What justice, Acea! You are in the wrong here, not me. I couldnt care less what the rest of the muddle-headed monkeys in this party may have to say about it if they disagree with me. Meet my god, indeed! Id wager my life on the fact that no one else in this party believes that idle threats bantered about is worth being killed over. Apparently, you do, you evil bint.

Since, you cant seem to accurately recall recent history, let me refresh your memory. First, I JOKINGLY threatened Steven that IF, in the mines, he brought down a hoard of enemies on us with loud off-key singing, thereby endangering others lives, Id shoot him. It was a comment that had NOTHING to do with his singing here on the open road! Second, Steven seriously threatened me. Third, I jokingly threatened Steven. Fourth, you drew a weapon on me. There was no immediate threat from ANYONE but YOU, YOU IGNORANT (insert highly misogynistic adjective)! Anavren crecendoes, livid at Aceas continued stupidity.

Anavren attempts to compose himself as he continues, A party this size unable to be stealthy? Oh? Youve been living outside an elven community for FAR too long then. We elven warriors pride ourselves on stealth, mobility, and accuracy. Youd do well to remember the lessons you were taught in your youth. If your blatherings were true, the elves would have lost far many more battles in our long and glorious history. Thankfully, yet again, you are dead wrong.

Trying to diffuse the situation, she says, Anavren says in total disbelief. YOU, my dear, are the one who exploded it into drawing weapons. Had you just minded your own business, or even kept your rapier in its scabbard, this situation would be NOWHERE NEAR as volatile as it currently is! Please, next time you think about jumping into a conversation Im involved in, PLEASE butt out!

As for being disliked, Ive faced that since youth. I was brutally teased as a child for my height. Im used to it though. It is great comfort to know that those who dislike me are dumber than cows. You are prime confirmation of my beliefs.

As additional proof of your stupidity, and affirmation of my conclusions, you are unable to articulate why you think poorly of Peerless. You have not provided me with one shred of evidence that he is a bad person! Like some tyrannical Great Kingdom official, you wrongfully accuse Peerless without any support. I wouldnt put it past you to execute him without a trial if your current actions are any indication as to how youd serve up justice if given the chance, blackheart.

Youre a fool if you think Im more of a danger than outside evil sources. And if there is any cost in my staying, it is due to your skewed, utterly undefendable view of this situation and me. Im not really going to hurt anyone here. No one is going to hurt another member of the party. To do so would be suicide, and Im sure not even the cleric is that insane. I have no desire to hurt anyone here, or for that matter to make any enemies among you. My hopes are that we all work as smoothly as the most famous groups of adventurers in the Flanaeness. Id surmise, since youve drawn a weapon on me, that all such hopes are now lost. Id much rather us all calm down, put away our weapons, apologize for our misunderstandings, and agree to work as a team at least until the Healer is safely in the Canons hands and Raos bishops are again sane. Amazingly, you are right Acea, if you continue to be untrusting of your comrades-in-arms, this party will fail. Right now, we are probably more quarrelsome than the Old Ones troops. That deeply troubles and saddens me. It is a boon to evil. Things look grim for Raos bishops.

As Horek strides into the fray, he looks at the threateningly close barbarian with dispassionate eyes and absolutely no outward signs of hostility, I cant expect an unlettered, uncivilized animal like you to understand exactly what transpired. Your instinct to be hostile is understandable if unjustifiable. In base terms that you can understand, my threats werent real. They were made in jest to make a point. It would take too long to explain just what my point was, so I decline to explain.

As for the ways of the warrior, animal, you may have a broader range of skills for now, but once I am inducted into the Order of the Bow Initiate, Keen-Eye willing that I live that long, even your melee skills will be utterly meaningless and outmatched by my ability with the bow. Im sure thats too frightening for you to get your limited mind around, but its true."

Anavrens eyes narrow as his liberties are threatened. As for speaking, monkey, Ill speak and be silent when I choose. As a rabid foe of both tyrants and evil, I will expose both wherever I find them. No tyrant will force silence on me without a bitter fight. As for your opinions, why should a higher being, an elf like myself, care for the opinions of a lesser being? Your words mean nothing since they arent supported by intelligence. Anavren looks appraisingly at the barbarian, probing his features to see if his words struck home, provoking a violent, animal response from the human.

As Horek speaks to Acea, Anavren sonorously chuckles. He indicates Horek with his chin. He cant even keep his statements consistent from sentence to sentence, Anavren says to no one in particular, shaking his head in dismay.


The next morning, as the party decides to proceed as Acea suggests, Anavren grimaces, and shakes his head, truly saddened. So be it, Anavren says with resignation, the partys decision is what Ill choose to be bound by, like it or not. After a pause, Anavren says with serious concern, It just galls me that those riders may be evil, may be after what were after, may get the Healer before us, may ambush us along the way, etc. There are too many possibilities for my liking. If the riders are evil, and our enemies, Id rather not be so passive in awaiting an ambush. Id rather be the hunter than the hunted, Anavren ends on a nuance that he hopes the barbarian will find meaningful. Anavren shrugs at the partys choice, then continues, I know for certain that Id rather take Ians advice from yesterday and hear Acea sing rather than McCormick. At least that way, my ears wont bleed. Her fey voice will be a welcome change from McCormick's caterwaulings.

During the trek, Anavren keeps his bow in hand, and an arrow nocked, while he leaves the string undrawn. He chats with Kerry about magic.
Anavren is a tall high elf with typical black hair & green eyes. He stands 5' 5" tall & weighs about 135 lbs. Anavren is dressed in forest colors and leather armor. He is never without his composite shortbow and a sheaf of arrows!