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[User]
 Day 1
Thursday, September 3rd
1:04 PM

It's a bright, clear day in New Haven, Connecticut. There's not a cloud in the sky as the late summer sun beats down on campus. Thousands of people scurry about going about their business, each with their own hopes, dreams, secrets and lives.

Somewhere below, one Professor Andrews glances at her watch, shocked at the time. She scoops up a few manila folders and stands up from her table hurriedly, giving David Sanders a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Whoops, hun, look at the time! I've gotta go, but I'll see you later tonight! Love you!"
She says the last bit turning around, just too late to see Frank Flannlen behind her, and him too preoccupied with his delivery to have noticed her. The two collide, folders spilling everywhere and Frank's package tumbling to the ground. "Oh my! So sorry! I'll just grab these... I hope I didn't break whatever that was..."
She's off in a hurry, accidentally leaving one folder behind at Frank's feet as she runs off, clearly later than she'd like. Now looking out for people, she steps around Zach, apparently some kind of college student carrying a box of possessions, headed across the plaza area towards David and Frank.

This whole scene develops under the careful eyes of Calvin Restov, sitting in a chair from afar and observing the events with mild curiosity, and next to him a quiet woman by the name of Clarice.

The scene unfolds, and you all can hear a few people laugh or exchange comments, seemingly pointed at a lone figure high in the sky. From this long distance, it's hard to say exactly what it is, however.

[User]
 Frank
  'Oh Crap. Please let this one not have been fragile.'

Due to the nature of his transports, Frank is rarely privy to the contents of whatever he is ferrying from one place to another, and he pretty much also doesn't want to know.

Seeing the dropped folder, he picks it up as well and motions towards the man he saw getting a peck on the cheek from Miss Oblivious.

"Scuse me. Your girlfriend dropped some of her papers. You want to bring those to her?"

[User]
 Zach

 I can't believe I thought this was a good idea, surrounding myself with people who can recognize me on sight. One of them will have seen the news, and then they'll call the cops...

Zach glances around nervously for a more subtle path off campus, away from the main plaza.

  At least I got my stuff, all I need now is a place to lie low for a while. I wish I could just fly away somewh-- wait, no, that's the opposite of lying low. Damn this is hard. Maybe I'll just get the Exosuit on now, duck into a bathroom or something, and then I can start using my powers without anyone knowing it's really me. Instead, they'll just think that some new super-terrorist has appeared in New Haven. It's a start.

[User] David accepted the papers.  "Yeah, when her mind is occupied she's always forgetting stuff. I'll make sure she gets it."  He glanced at the figure and started to wonder if something was up. Why would someone be in the air like that?  Was it going to be time to finally break out the costume?

[User] Calvin quietely sips his coffee, regarding the brief exchange of affection and folders before taking a more pressing interest in whatever it is that seems to be moving through the sky. He let's his eyes linger for only a moment however before turning back to the woman across from him.  "So, Ms. Clarice, your have some sort of business that needs to be resolved discretely I take it?"

[User]
 Frank

Remembering something about Hetzel hall, Frank starts walking towards it in the hope that he may find Prof Bauer there. While walking he studiously attempts to ignore the flying figure. He really doesn't want to risk even the extremely remote possibility that it is someone he met some other time.
He rather likes his current, non-threatening lifestyle. Being able to jump from one part of the country to another at-will, makes for easypackage deliveries.

[User]
 Day 1
Thursday, September 3rd
1:05 PM

@Frank: You hold the box up carefully fearing the worst, and hear a small metallic noise where there hadn't been one before. Hopefully whatever's in the heavy cardboard container wasn't too important...
Treading more carefully now, you make your way over to Hetzel Hall, pushing lightly past a few students on their way to class.

@Calvin: Clarice follows your gaze, looking curiously to the sky but responding as the both of you watch the dark figure, whatever it is, draw nearer.

"Just so. I was told you were a man of information. A friend of mine has gone missing a few weeks ago, and I need her found. She hasn't been answering phone calls, and our acquaintances haven't seen her. I can pay what it takes."

@David: You take the folder, keeping it safe. Whatever things might lie inside the nondescript folder are Michelle's. A little thing like curiosity wouldn't cause you to break the unspoken secrecy... or would it? You turn your eyes skyward, watching the small dark figure as it plummets closer to the ground. Sure enough, it seems to be a person. Yet no parachute that your observant eyes can make out, and whoever it is seems to be falling ragdoll: literally head over heels as he or she is buffeted around by the air currents up high.

@Zach: As you quickly debate the fastest route from 'here' to 'anywhere but here' a voice rings out, clear as day.

 Zach? Man is that you?

Oh god, you'd recognize that voice anywhere. Paul McConnel: local tool.
You know the type: likes to pretend he's friends with everyone just in case he needs a favor some time, which is always. Even before you left college you weren't a fan of him. Sure enough, there he is, halfway across the courtyard and walking towards you.

"Oh man, I knew it was you. Can't mistake a good lookin' dude like that. How you been? Need some help with those?"

[User] "Hmmm, that's not good. Well, first things first."  David slipped the folder inside his jacket and slowly approached the falling figure. He wasn't quite sure what was happening but it definitely was worth investigating.

[User] Calvin nods,  "It is my privilege and honor to be such a man, but money shouldn't be your concern. Have you contacted the police? Not that imagine they'd be much help, but I do like to have information up front as to who else might be investigating this matter. A little paranoia helps keep me in business, one way or another."  He speaks in a cool, collected tone, exuding courtesy and confidence, whatever else he actually happens to be feeling. For one thing, his attention is more distracted by the oddity in the sky than he'd like to admit. Ever since discovering the suit he'd found himself looking over his shoulder all the more acutely.

[User]
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Thursday, September 3rd
1:05 PM

Clarice waits a moment, and appears to size up Calvin, before continuing.

"The police... For... complicated reasons, the police either could not or would not be of use, but I have asked them, yes. My associate Dobson has been on the case, but I fear his incompetence. It is really quite a frustrating scenario."

She reaches into her bag and pulls out a stack of papers: clearly hastily put together and bound by a small clip. Before handing it over, she repositiongs her glasses and says,

"Here's a bit about her life. Habits, places she might have gone, people she might have talked to. I trust you not to share this with more people than is necessary. For all of our safety. If the wrong folk were to find out you were asking questions, it would be... unpleasant for all of us. My number, and that of Dobson's, is in there. Between the two of us, we should be reachable all hours of the day."

Clarice is clearly not a woman to give away emotions easily, but she seems a bit relieved that she was able to find some help.

Up above, the figure draws ever closer. At this point, everyone can see pretty clearly. Many of the students look up and trade exclamations, until the point where everyone is looking: the figure is clearly a man, and he doesn't appear to be making an effort to better his position. Has he resigned himself? Or is he even conscious?
Only a few feet above the ground now, going to hit any moment. It's far too late for a parachute of any kind, and clear he's falling not just close, but  very  close. As in right above you all.

@David: There is the man, clearly, in pressing danger. But above him..? Much higher in the sky, some other figure. Seemingly larger, but not by much, it plummets downward much faster, diving for speed. A savior, perhaps? But not going fast enough to catch up to the man in time: it's perhaps a full fifteen seconds behind the man.

[User]
 Frank

Not aware of any peril that may have befallen the falling being, Frank concentrates on his delivery and enters Hetzel Hall.

  'Now to find this Bauer-guy.'

He starts walking along the doors, looking at the posted schedules for each room at the current time of day. With a bit of luck, Bauer may have had a class here just now, or will have. He really doesn't want to have to walk all across campus to the guy's office in the heat.

[User] Calvin was not sure if he could be of immediate help. However, if there was need, he would approach and see what had happened. He decided to make sure the folder was safe before approaching the falling figure. This could be a big mess, so he hoped things went well.

[User]
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Thursday, September 3rd
1:05 PM

Frank enters Hetzle hall, which is positively packed with students filtering out to their classes. Perhaps it's your lucky day: you see a group of students huddled around a simple sign on printer paper taped up to a door that reads:

 9/3
Prof. Bauer's 1:10 thermo class has been moved to room 242.

-----

Outside, the figure has certainly attracted the attention of the crowd. As you all watch, the man finishes his crash course towards the ground. With a sickening  slam , his speed causes him to break through a table and hit the ground, cracking the cobblestone slightly where he lands.
An audible gasp travels around the group as they all simply stand and watch. As you might expect, he doesn't seems to be breathing or getting up.

The man is young: perhaps only twenty five or so, but as his broken body is lying face down, it's hard to tell more than that about his appearance. What is most curious is the thing he wears: a full bodysuit, black and grey, quite unlike something you've seen before and not skin tight, implying there is something bulky to it. It sparks a bit, clearly electric and perhaps broken from the fall.

[User]
 'What in the world . . .'   Calvin thinks, rising from his chair, Clarice forgotten for the moment. He approaches the figure cautiously, steadily, a haunting feeling the back of his mind.   'He was flying . . . and that uniform . . . '

Calvin is reminded far too readily of his own experience with a strange suit brought to him by mysterious circumstances. Could this person be from the same  organization, have some connection with his own Suit? He attempts to look for any familiar sign, anything which would indicate a connection or point of origin for his individual. He hangs back away from the front of the gathering crowd however, not wishing to appear to eager.

[User]
 Frank

On a whim of comic, Frank lifts the package above his head as he navigates through the stream of students, closer to the huddled group.

 "S'cuse me. You going to 242? Can you tell me where that is? I have a package for the prof, he needs to sign for."


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[User] This evening you find yourself in Bastow Crossing, at the Blue Moon Inn. Shady characters make backroom deals in private rooms, every dark corner holds an angsty, brooding antihero (you can see a few of them arguing over darkest-corner rights), and a surly old halfling named Pearl tends to the bar.

[User]
 Among the first to the tall chairs of the bar that night was Brandie, trying to look pretty with her own folksy charm in hopes that someone would buy her a drink, especially because she can't afford both a room and a drink tonight.
But it is already getting late with no luck to speak of. Why wasn't she offered a beverage like that hussy 3 seats away?
  "It just ain't fair, Pearl."   she raises her head to the keeper of the inn.   "one bah one the other ladies are gettin' talked to and are given drinks n' presents, what do these girls got that ah dun got?"

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If anybody is too intensely bothered by southern belle, I could change the accent to Cocneye.

[User] Pearl raises an eyebrow. "Novelty," she gestures at a girl you don't recognize, "And several feet."

[User]
 Alicia is for her part being slightly more proactive in getting a drink.

Hopefully, she is being very charming.

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[User]
 Suddenly, the Tavern is filled with music playing in the background as a Half-Gnome begins to speak to the occupants.

 Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears!  A wealth merchant has approached me with the simple task of seeing if his son is doing well in the town of Bucanam, or if he has been prissily murder by demon-possessed werewolves, or something in between!  As I am board and it is a lot of money, I decided to let some of you fine folks help me, preferably some fellow Sorcerers.  And By preferably, I of  course  mean exclusively!  So, what say you?  Do you have what it takes to see why a rich kid stopped sending letters home and get a boatload of money?

 Spoiler: The Music
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GAa2yh1ZkNc
 perform (magic)
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Also, just a reminder, my character has a wis of 3 and is crazy.

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 Originally Posted by Prince Zahn
 Among the first to the tall chairs of the bar that night was Brandie, trying to look pretty with her own folksy charm in hopes that someone would buy her a drink, especially because she can't afford both a room and a drink tonight.
But it is already getting late with no luck to speak of. Why wasn't she offered a beverage like that hussy 3 seats away?
  "It just ain't fair, Pearl."   she raises her head to the keeper of the inn.   "one bah one the other ladies are gettin' talked to and are given drinks n' presents, what do these girls got that ah dun got?"

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If anybody is too intensely bothered by southern belle, I could change the accent to Cocneye.

A lilting brogue rings out:  "Not a thing, lass.  They just be jealous of ya is all."   A halfling slides down the bar and scrambles onto the chair next to Brandie.  His clothes are conspicuously fancy, though they look as if they've seen better days.  His hair is a tone of orange so bright it's almost gold, and eyes as light as the sky stand against his elaborate facial hair in stark contrast.  Those eyes.  They seem to shimmy in place as the light catches them, mesmerizing any onlookers.   "Don't let ol' Pearl lead ya astray.  Name's Flip, lass: Flip Au'Ric.  How about I buy ya the next round and we raise a glass ta seein' the knees o' the rest o' the world?"

Without waiting for an answer, Flip starts counting on his fingers.   "So one gold minus 4 silver plus 3 copper take away six silver and three copper is..."   He scrunches up his face as he attempts the calculation, but with the sudden burst of noise from the Half-Gnome, he's glad for the distraction and his face relaxes as much as his brain.

 Originally Posted by Omnicrat
 Suddenly, the Tavern is filled with music playing in the background as a Half-Gnome begins to speak to the occupants.

 Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears!  A wealth merchant has approached me with the simple task of seeing if his son is doing well in the town of Bucanam, or if he has been prissily murder by demon-possessed werewolves, or something in between!  As I am board and it is a lot of money, I decided to let some of you fine folks help me, preferably some fellow Sorcerers.  And By preferably, I of  course  mean exclusively!  So, what say you?  Do you have what it takes to see why a rich kid stopped sending letters home and get a boatload of money?

 "Or,"  Flip offers as a counter to the drink he had previously offered Brandie,  "we can see what that's all about.  Oi, boyo!"  he calls out to the half-gnome, feverishly waving the fellow short person toward himself & Brandie.   "Name's Flip, lad: Flip Au'Ric.  Ya mentioned something about a lot of money?"

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 Brandie's eyes beam when the halfling of high standing approached her, all groomed and fancy and makes even her church clothes look like tattered rags. It's a shame he is a halfling, but nobody is perfect. Besides, he could certainly pass off as a gnome after they share glass or two.
  "How nice to meet ya, Flip."   her smile was warm and had a youthful charm to it.   "Mah name is Brandie - Brandie Tinkerson. It's so nice to meet a proper gentleman in a place like this."
    He's charmin', rich...     Brandie thought to herself as the halfling mentioned his gold.    Ooh, and smart - sounds like he knows his numbers well! Flip O'Rick, you are a keeper!

She was a little dejected as the gentlehalfling sitting next to her changed his mind on the drink, in favor of some grungy stranger playing a tune parallel to the banging of pots, pans and bells like in surreal lunacy. (which reminded her of home, strangely) but she didn't keep a grudge towards it - this could be real work with real money on the table.   "Yer a sorcerer?"   Brandie smiled as she gave Flip a chummy flick on the shoulder.
  "Well Ah'll be an Ankheg's lunch - Ahm a sorceress too! Well, Ahm still learnin', but Ah got a  great  teacher."
Brandie wasn't a loud lass, but she was certainly excited.

 Spoiler: OOC
is anyone having trouble with my choice of color? Should I switch it to  Blue?  The original color was intended to match her eyes, but I would understand if it was hard to read.

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 Nice to meet you Flip!   Austin said with a cheer,  And indeed I did!  Shouldn't be too hard, and I could have done it myself, but the more the merrier! We basically just have to head over to Bucanan and check in on some rich guy's son.  I've even got transport for us!  Its my house!

Clapping his hands together,  So, are you and this lovely gnome lady interested in accompanying me and making some money?  I  do  insist you prove you're sorcerers to me, but that shouldn't be a problem!

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 With a snort, the sleeping Immori jumped awake at the sound of the music. Yawning, he looked over at the man near the source of the music.

Getting money just for checking in on some merchant's son? This was obviously a huge trap. But what kind of self-respecting Cansin would pass up gold over that?

Smiling, he made his way over to the fellow sorcerer.

 "Hello, you said something about a job?"

[User] That I did!   Austin cheered,  Sorcerers only, though.  Because sorcerers are the most fun!  If you can demonstrate your sorcerers ability to me, you can feel free to come check on this rich guys son and receive vast riches as well, I was just waiting for these two good folks to do just that.  Then I think I shall wait for one more sorcerer, because 5 just seems like it will make our party complete!

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 "Ah'd love to show ya, I got this neat little trick where I would make mah lil toys fight each other. It only works on wood'n trinkits, and fightin' is all they know how ta do, but magick is magick, ain't it?"
She takes out a block of wood, roughly the size of her palm. It is already partly carved on one side into what looks like a beak, or a tail, attached to part of a smooth, round surface. Brandie's freckles become noticable in the candlelight as a smile escaped her lips.
  "This lil old thang is gonna be mah  new toy duckie . It'll be fun ta watchit quack, dont'chou think? But it ain't done yet, come outside, Ah'll find a branch or somethin' and we'll make magic happen."

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 There is a tree outside of the Blue Moon Inn.

The tree has branches.

The branches have leaves.

 The leaves have eyes.

The leaves are perfectly normal, eyeless leaves.

The moon is overhead.

The moon is not blue.

There are circles on the moon.

The circles look like eyes.

The circles are not eyes.

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 Alicia takes the drink someone brought her and follows the sorcerer group that was forming outside.

 Prove I'm a sorceress huh?  Alica smirks as she snaps her fingers, and a small soft light envelops her bracelet.

 That work?  She asks hand on hip.

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 Brandie gets a branch from the ground.
  "Yer goin' ta love this."
Brandie holds the branch on the ground.
   "If only you were -alive-, Branchy. Teach that mean old tree a lesson."
There is a small pause as nothing happens.she lifts her hand and steps back.
  "That's odd it should've ---WOAH!"
Suddenly the branch springs to life, flailing and jumping like a fish on a hook at great speed. It whacks the tree vigorously for a few seconds before spontaneously dropping to the ground, laying as it did. drops of sap bleed from the wounded tree bark.
  Wasn't THAT a hoot?   Brandie smiled as she shakes her hand in relief.

[User] Flip has been conspicuously silent through the entire exchange, and he seems uncomfortable at the general thought of "proving" himself.  He scratches sheepishly at the back of his head.   "I'm not much for proving meself, as it's a bit more a struck o' the Luck Dragon's tail than anything else.  See, I don't control it so much so as it just happens.  Hang around long enough and ye may get lucky.  Then again, ye may n--"   Flip's speech is interrupted by a quiet  belch .  Rather than noxious fumes, though, the belch is accompanied by a quick lick of flame.  Flip's cheeks turn rosy as he pulls a pair of dice from his component pouch & kisses them.   "What do you know?"  he asks nobody in particular,  "lucky after all."

[User] Austin was extatic from the display!  He would finally have fellow sorcerers to travel with again!  This was the happiest he had been since his troop broke up due to gruesome death!   Oh, ha-HA!  Excellent!  Excellent!  You all are EXACTLY the sorts of folk I'm looking for to accompany me!   Austin turns to Immori,  That just leaves you, my quiet friend!  Care to show us your connection to the mystic arts of doing things somehow?

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 Immorie bowed slightly and stepped forward.  "My wish is your command."  Now, he could just do something flashy and harmless. But where was the fun in that?

Two brilliant yellow beams of light protruded from Immori's eyes. A moment later, the tree burst into flames. He turned to the Half-Gnome.

 "Is that good enough? If so, I suggest we get out of here as soon as possible. Druids tend to be a vengeful lot.

[User] Good enough for me, and I'm the only one counting!  We can head out right away, unless any of you object.  I believed I mentioned we'll be taking my house?  Lemme show you to it!   Austin Cheerily guided everyone to his wagon while making benign small talk.   Here we are, at last!  Home sweet home.  There should be room enough for the 5 of us, along with my animals.  Let me introduce you!  This here is Frog,  Austin gestures to a fairly fat toad sitting on a pile of hay next to a bedroll.   And these fine fellows are Don and Keys!   Around the front are two Donkeys lazily eating some grass.   Now that everyone has been introduced, lets be off!   Austin jumps in the wagon and climes into his bedroll as the rest pile in behind him.  Once everyone is in the wagon, Frog hops to the front of the wagon, croaks at Don and Keys, and the two donkeys begin pulling the wagon down the road...

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 Oh, Mister... It's a delightful wagon! Um, what did ya say yer name was again?
As she climbed up into Austin's home,  she smiled at how cozy it was. It gave her memories of her father.
  "Ah had a pet too. A fiesty lil' white kitty. Her name is  Gin ."   the word had an eerie echo to it when Brandie used her name.
  "She ran away, though.  My dear ol' Pa always told me that if Ah need her n'call her name three times, she'll always come back to me. But lately when Ah call her, she hasn' come back."
As they rode under the moonlight, she thought to herself before speaking again.  When she does come back, Ah'd keep her away from li'l Froggy.  Gin  might wanna eat'm fer supper.   Brandie smiled, trying to be funny.

[User] Frog is a tough one, you're gin would have its work cut out for it.  Austin says with a laugh.   Oh, and my name is Austin.  Austin Salvus.  Perhaps you've heard of me?  Maybe seen one of my magic shows?

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 With each day that goes by, the ground gets rougher and rougher.
Paved roads give way to dirt paths as the trees become sparse and the earth becomes hilly.
To the east you can see one road winding through the hills towards Bucanam, though from this distance you can only see the valley it lies inside.
The path also continues further south, and a second path turns southeast. Those paths don't matter today.

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Watch order, please.

[User] I guess Alicia goes first.

[User] Brandie would take second or third watch, she's an early riser anyway. She's whittling her ducky-in-progress in the meantime.

[User] Austin should take last watch, as one of my spells is helpful for if someone attacks/morning.  I have Dawn.

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 "Ole Flap & I'll take tird watch, then,"  Flip says with his accent obscuring the word "third."   "The both of us can see well enough in the dark 'n' feel anything coming close when it gets  too  dark.  Ye can all rest easy."
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  Flip Spot  - (1d20+9)[ 21 ]
  Flap Listen  - (1d20+8)[ 21 ]
  Flap Spot  - (1d20+8)[ 14 ]


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[User] 와와카지노／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏와와카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏와와카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏와와카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏와와카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏와와카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏와와카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏와와카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏와와카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏와와카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏와와카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏와와카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏와와카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏와와카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏와와카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏와와카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏와와카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏와와카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏와와카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏와와카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）와와카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）


[User] 온라인카지노／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏온라인카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏온라인카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏온라인카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏온라인카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏온라인카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏온라인카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏온라인카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏온라인카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏온라인카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏온라인카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏온라인카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏온라인카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏온라인카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏온라인카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏온라인카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏온라인카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏온라인카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏온라인카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏온라인카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）온라인카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）


[User] 빅브라더카지노／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏빅브라더카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏빅브라더카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏빅브라더카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏빅브라더카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏빅브라더카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏빅브라더카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏빅브라더카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏빅브라더카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏빅브라더카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏빅브라더카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏빅브라더카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏빅브라더카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏빅브라더카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏빅브라더카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏빅브라더카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏빅브라더카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏빅브라더카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏빅브라더카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏빅브라더카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）빅브라더카지노┏사이트카지노┓／（ ５００bｏx.cｏm ）


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 The Sandy Swill
 Welcome to The Sandy Swill, the beloved cantina of the Shadow Storm Syndicate Headquarters. Located far out in the desert of Socorro, the syndicate's headquarters acts as a shadowport to all types of criminals and scoundrels throughout the Kibilini sector, and indeed throughout the galaxy. Here in the cantina you will find food and refreshment, music and entertainment, games and gambling, and of course, a wide array of beings, some less savory than others. The Sandy Swill is a great place to pick up on gossip, find yourself a new job, or just relax, and perhaps make a new friend. But be careful who you talk to, or you just might make yourself a new enemy instead...

[User] Placeholder--- planning to put news/gossip here.

[User]
 The Sandy Swill again, huh... I guess there's no shortage of need for shadowports when you're no friend to the Empire.

Havo starts the landing sequence for the  Angel  slower than normal, taking his time to inspect the landing pad for any holes the landing gear might get caught in. It's hard to see from the air, but the potholes you gotta watch out for are usually pretty big. He pulls back on his control yoke and slows the engines to get the larger ship in the docking bay without trouble. After touch-down he looks over his sensors, reading the emissions from the ship: engines are normal, shields functional, weapons fully primed; the ship was looking as good as she ever had. He powers everything down with a slow exhale as the life slips out of the systems.

The smuggler swivels around in his chair to look down the hall towards the crew area before calling for one of his droids.  "Tootie, c'mere a sec?"  The droid quickly appears in the cockpit, simply asking  "Do you need something, sir?"  The droid's owner stands with a sigh before saying  "I need you to watch the ship. Anybody comes in here besides Mardrag and myself, you're to disconnect the engines and hide in the maintenance hatches. These slimeballs won't think twice about blasting you, but most of them can't fix a fuselage to save their lives."  The droid nods and gives a  "Roger roger."  before heading back to the maintenance bay to inform Vee.

Turning back towards the viewport, he looks to his copilot and says  "Comin' Mardrag? We need a job; the ship payment's coming up soon and I've only go 150 creds to burn."  without waiting for an answer he checks his blaster, concealed in his jacket, before starting his slow walk towards the loading ramp.

[User] Veira sat in the corner, observing the display on her computer as it ran through coding sequences for the little improvements she'd be making to her ship systems, and nursing a cup of some beverage or other that might affect her vision.  Her obsidian-colored hair is down and falls about her shoulders, and she's dressed in a short top and snug trousers.

[User]
 Yeah I'll be right there.  Mardrag says to Havo. He swivels around in his chair and exits the cockpit.  R2-A1 where are you? Come here.  Mardrag calls out, looking down the corridor for his driod. A few seconds latter a yellow tinted Astromech droid appears, beeping as he comes to a stop in front of Mardrag.  A1 stay on the ship, we shouldn't be too long. I want you to run a quick diagnostics test on the engines and the hyper drive while were gone.

Mardrag quickly places his hand on the small of his back, double checking his pistol is secure, as he makes his way to the loading ramp.


[User]
 This post will serve two functions:

1) A delivery method for scenes happening outside the perspective of the players, posted purely to fill out the world and serve as a fluffy diversion.

2) An emergency framework for SSST when life and work demands we have a poor schedule for live-play. If more than 14 days must pass without a session, we'll switch to PbP mode.

[User]
 Late Morning in Otosan Uchi, 1st Day of the Hare, 1023
 The Home of Lord Kitsuki Yasushi

The aged lord stared into the pillow, and grimaced. At his flanks, as the only men with their blades sheathed and at the ready, were his two most trusted men: his son, Kitsuki Tamotsu, and Mirumoto Juro, both bushi of the Mirumoto School, both silent as their master observed the tarnished weapon brought before him. Across from the lord, unarmed and respectfully quiet, was Kitsuki Sho, the middle-aged courtier and new Emerald Magistrate. Yasushi was his senpai in every respect, and he had both the accolades and graying hairs to prove it. Even now, sitting in his audience chamber, staring down at what can only be a disgraceful sign of what became of another Dragon, one very close to Yasushi, he remained merely disapproving. Calmly, he raised his eyes to look at the young investigator who brought the weapon before him.  "I must thank you for bringing this to me, Kitsuki Sho,"  he said with an earnest voice,  "for it tells me that, perhaps, the ronin who wore this blade has ceased disgracing it."

Sho bowed his head, offering no response to the gratitude; it was the silent, approved way to address a dutiful disgrace delivered. Instead, he answered the hinted question, eyes alight.  "The one who surrendered this blade advised me as such... the ronin who wore this blade was named Nabuo. The one who slew him was also a ronin, one who claimed to be named Akira."

Yasushi looked back down at the blade. How it had tarnished so in a mere four seasons... how far his fool grandson had fallen. If he delivered this blade to the boy's father, the man may well gut himself with it in penance... the blade presented an especially troubling scenario, in that a ronin had slain a member of his family, disgraced or not.  "You say claimed... do you believe he was lying?"

For the first time since arriving, Sho's eyes rose to meet the lord's searching gaze.  "I believe so, my Lord, but such is the way of the wave men."  But this was a half-truth... in earnest, Sho had his suspicions not only because the man was incredible familiar, but more because of how Akira had carried himself, from entering the shrine to attending the festival. It had been guarded, balanced, and neither hand showed dominance in activity... it was the walk of a Mirumoto. A ronin did not carry himself that way.   But if he is on a warrior's journey... then why do I suspect...?
 "Will you join me for tea, Kitsuki Sho?"  The lord's offer came as his son walked forward and scooped up the pillow and the offending blade. By the neutrality of his expression, it was clear it had not been his own son who had died on a road.

Sho bowed graciously, letting the "Akira" character's familiarity rest for now.

 The River Gardens - The Emerald Crane Compound

The koi fish were, by far, the greatest persons among the Crane this morning. Hanakanao had come to this cynical conclusion as she stared at them, eager to be alone for a moment, away from the political jabs and humiliation of what happened at the Shrine of Bishamon. That savage disgrace was now sweeping through the ranks of Emerald Cranes: the shining star of the Doji clan, Hanakanao, had shown a promise that was still evident in her maintained poise and dignity, there upon the topmost point of a small stone bridge. That promise, when first tested... was found wanting. This, determined by a monk younger than she, who disgraced the ancestors before all their eyes, who wears a robe that cannot possibly reflect her enlightenment... but among the Crane youth, it was enough.

Underneath her restless toes pointing just over the bridge's lip, koi fish swam lazily beneath her gaze, her smile earnest as she took a moment to forget what had inadvertently come to pass. Suddenly, as if detecting her improving mood, they daggered through the water... at the approach of another. Her eyes glanced aside, and found a familiar, black-haired Crane making his approach. Though shamed, and despite last night's festivities she did not let her appearance fall out of maintenance: her kimono was impeccable and made comfortable and tight in every place where it mattered the most, her folded hands were petite, non-threatening, and prepared at all times to communicate wordlessly with her allies... all of this contrasted against Jun, who's clothes were wrinkled, who's half-lidded eyes suggested a hangover despite his smug smile. Hanakanao maintained her smile, but the happiness had fled from the corners of her mouth; something told her Jun noticed, because he quickly put away his own smirk. Petite as she was, him standing at the bottom of the bridge meant they were at eye level and, despite what she was expecting from the raptor-like Crane, he did not seem eager to gloat.

 "Doji-sama... I am told you are in need of one to defend your honor."  Oh, but was a brag any better? She resisted the urge to show how taken aback she was by Jun's arrogance. She dared not interrupt, but let her smile fade as grim business entered conversation.  "My words remains as I spoke it one week ago... let be serve you. Allow me to be your blade, and your honor will never again be tarnished."

The last comment had been equivalent to phlegm spat upon her face. Before the chosen warriors, shugenja and courtiers of every other Great Clan, in front of none other than the great Sappun Hatsuo, she had been left behind, overlooked... for what? A frayed-looking child in samurai garb, never mind that he was undoubtedly her senior in years.   A ronin... I was turned away in favor of a sell-sword without honor.   It had been a devastating revelation, and one she kept inside, lest shame and anger rise up and dishonor her further. Compared to that moment, or to Asahina Eito's calm, but ultimately disappointed analysis of the situation, Jun's combination of verbally reaching out to her, and then slapping her, had been as harmful as the wind that played with the fool bushi's locks of black.  "You honor me with your request... I accept it, gladly."

Jun smiled, bowing deeply as he hid his eyes with his bangs.   So it begins... Makoto so wanted this girl's favor, hm? That lecherous wretch could never claim such a beauty... indeed, who but I could ever dream of it? Of course, I shall not disgrace myself by being caught in an affair... oh no, my dear Hanakanao, we shall be very discrete as I claim that which that fool Makoto could not.

Hanakanao mentally counted off the number of letters, rituals and favors she would need to properly keep Jun as her protector.   If only his falling on his sword would not mean bearing a further disgrace...   She gave him a pleased smile, and allowed him to escort her to see Asahina Eito.


[User]
 It was meant to be such a simple job, a snatch and grab. Get the parcel and get back to your contact before the watch could catch on. Just your luck that you ran into a whole patrol right as you hit your mark. Now, the clang of bells ring out through the night as you try to escape. Your safe house in the Merchant Quarter seems further than ever as more watchmen pull round to encircle you. Armoured figures block the alleys onwards, with more not far behind. It looks like you'll have to fight.

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Guard Captain
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Level 15 Knight
HP: 40/40
Move: 4
Con: 15

Might: 24
Hit: 102
Speed: 7
Avoid: 21
Crit: 9.5
Dodge: 6
Def: 13
Res: 7

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HP:40
Str:15
Skl:13
Spd:9
Luck:6
Def:13
Res:7

Short Spear 15/15 E
Elixir 3/3

Soldier 1
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Level 14 Soldier
HP: 29/29
Move: 5
Con: 8

Might: 20
Hit: 110
Speed: 10
Avoid: 28
Crit: 9.5
Dodge: 8
Def: 9
Res: 6

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HP:29
Str:11
Skl:11
Spd:11
Luck:8
Def:9
Res:6

Steel Lance 40/40 E
Vulnerary 3/3

Soldier 2
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Level 14 Soldier
HP: 27/27
Move: 5
Con: 8

Might: 18
Hit: 98
Speed: 11
Avoid: 30
Crit: 9
Dodge: 8
Def: 9
Res: 7

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HP:27
Str:12
Skl:10
Spd:11
Luck:8
Def:9
Res:7

Iron Lance 50/50
Javalin 20/20 E*
Vulnerary 3/3

Soldier 3
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Level 11 Soldier
HP: 26/26
Move: 5
Con: 7

Might: 16
Hit: 112
Speed: 9
Avoid: 23
Crit: 8
Dodge: 5
Def: 7
Res: 5

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HP:26
Str:10
Skl:11
Spd:9
Luck:5
Def:7
Res:5

Iron Lance 50/50 E

Soldier 4
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Level 12 Soldier
HP: 27/27
Move: 5
Con: 8

Might: 19
Hit: 109
Speed: 7.5
Avoid: 22
Crit: 9
Dodge: 7
Def: 7
Res: 5

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HP:27
Str:10
Skl:11
Spd:9
Luck:7
Def:7
Res:5

Steel Lance 40/40 E

Soldier 5
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Level 12 Soldier
HP: 27/27
Move: 5
Con: 8

Might: 16
Hit: 97
Speed: 8.5
Avoid: 24
Crit: 8.5
Dodge: 7
Def: 9
Res: 5

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HP:27
Str:10
Skl:10
Spd:9
Luck:7
Def:9
Res:5

Javalin 20/20 E
Vulnerary 3/3

Soldier 6
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Level 13 Soldier
HP: 28/28
Move: 5
Con: 9

Might: 20
Hit: 109
Speed: 9
Avoid: 25
Crit: 9
Dodge: 7
Def: 9
Res: 5

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HP:28
Str:11
Skl:11
Spd:10
Luck:7
Def:9
Res:5

Steel Lance 40/40 E
Vulnerary 3/3*

Myrmidon 1
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Level 11 Myrmidon
HP: 28/28
Move: 5
Con: 7

Might: 12
Hit: 124
Speed: 11
Avoid: 30
Crit: 10.5
Dodge: 8
Def: 5
Res: 3

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HP:28
Str:8
Skl:13
Spd:11
Luck:8
Def:5
Res:3

Iron Sword 40/40 E
Vulnerary 3/3

Myrmidon 2
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Level 12 Myrmidon
HP: 30/30
Move: 5
Con: 8

Might: 17
Hit: 117
Speed: 12
Avoid: 32
Crit: 10
Dodge: 8
Def: 5
Res: 4

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HP:30
Str:9
Skl:12
Spd:13
Luck:8
Def:5
Res:4

Steel Sword 40/40 E

Myrmidon 3
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Level 12 Myrmidon
HP: 31/31
Move: 5
Con: 7

Might: 15
Hit: 113
Speed: 10.5
Avoid: 38
Crit: 10
Dodge: 7
Def: 6
Res: 4

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HP:31
Str:9
Skl:13
Spd:12
Luck:7
Def:6
Res:4

Long Sword 18/18 E
Vulnerary 3/3*

Fighter 1
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Level 12 Fighter
HP: 39/39
Move: 5
Con: 12

Might: 22
Hit: 87
Speed: 7
Avoid: 18
Crit: 6.5
Dodge: 4
Def: 5
Res: 3

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HP:39
Str:14
Skl:9
Spd:7
Luck:4
Def:5
Res:3

Hand Axe 25/25 E

Fighter 2
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Level 14 Fighter
HP: 39/39
Move: 5
Con: 11

Might: 26
Hit: 100
Speed: 8
Avoid: 21
Crit: 7.5
Dodge: 5
Def: 6
Res: 5

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HP:39
Str:15
Skl:10
Spd:8
Luck:5
Def:6
Res:5

Steel Axe 40/40 E
Hand Axe 25/25*
Vulnerary 3/3*

Fighter 3
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Level 13 Fighter
HP: 37/37
Move: 5
Con: 12

Might: 26
Hit: 99
Speed: 9
Avoid: 22
Crit: 7
Dodge: 4
Def: 6
Res: 4

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HP:37
Str:15
Skl:10
Spd:9
Luck:4
Def:6
Res:4

Steel Axe 40/40 E

Archer 1
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Level 13 Archer
HP: 31/31
Move: 5
Con: 8

Might: 16
Hit: 95
Speed: 9.5
Avoid: 27
Crit: 9.5
Dodge: 8
Def: 7
Res: 7

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HP:31
Str:11
Skl:11
Spd:11
Luck:8
Def:7
Res:7

Longbow 20/20 E

Archer 2
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Level 12 Archer
HP: 28/28
Move: 5
Con: 7

Might: 19
Hit: 111
Speed: 8.5
Avoid: 24
Crit: 9.5
Dodge: 7
Def: 8
Res: 6

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HP:28
Str:10
Skl:12
Spd:9
Luck:7
Def:8
Res:6

Steel Bow 40/40 E
 Vulnerary 3/3 *

Mage 1
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Level 13 Mage
HP: 24/24
Move: 5
Con: 7

Might: 20
Hit: 110
Speed: 10
Avoid: 26
Crit: 14
Dodge: 6
Def: 6
Res: 11

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HP:24
Mag:11
Skl:12
Spd:10
Luck:6
Def:6
Res:11

Thunder 35/35 E

Mage 2
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Level 13 Mage
HP: 25/25
Move: 5
Con: 7

Might: 16
Hit: 117
Speed: 10
Avoid: 25
Crit: 8
Dodge: 5
Def: 6
Res: 12

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HP:25
Mag:11
Skl:11
Spd:10
Luck:5
Def:6
Res:12

Fire 40/40 E
Vulnerary 3/3

Mage 3
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Level 14 Mage
HP: 27/27
Move: 5
Con: 6

Might: 21
Hit: 109
Speed: 10
Avoid: 25
Crit: 13.5
Dodge: 5
Def: 5
Res: 12

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HP:27
Mag:12
Skl:12
Spd:10
Luck:5
Def:5
Res:12

Thunder 35/35 E

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1whoscribbled
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Level 12 Shaman
HP: 29/29
Move: 5
Con: 7

Might: 19
Hit: 115
Speed: 11
Avoid: 29
Crit: 10.5
Dodge: 7
Def: 4
Res: 10

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HP:29
Mag:12
Skl:14
Spd:11
Luck:7
Def:4
Res:10

Flux 40/40 E
Luna 20/20
Ruin 20/20
Nosferatu 20/20
Vulnerary 3/3

UrashimaJamez
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Level 12 Myrmidon
HP: 27/27
Move: 5
Con: 7

Might: 21
Hit: 110
Speed: 13
Avoid: 35
Crit: 41
Dodge: 9
Def: 4
Res: 4

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HP:27
Str:12
Skl:13
Spd:13
Luck:9
Def:4
Res:4

Killing Edge 20/20 E
Armourslayer 18/18
Iron Sword 50/50
Antitoxin 3/3
Shield Seal 3/3
Vulnerary 3/3
Vulnerary 3/3

Herpestidae
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Level 12 Monk
HP: 30/30
Move: 5
Con: 6

Might: 14
Hit: 125
Speed: 13
Avoid: 33
Crit: 8
Dodge: 7
Def: 4
Res: 10

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HP:30
Mag:11
Skl:9
Spd:13
Luck:7
Def:4
Res:10

Light 40/40 E
Strike 30/30
Vulnerary 3/3
Vulnerary 3/3
Shield Seal 3/3
Shield Seal 3/3

Lohj
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Level 12 Myrmidon
HP: 24/24
Move: 5
Con: 7

Might: 16
Hit: 126
Speed: 14
Avoid: 36
Crit: 11
Dodge: 8
Def: 2
Res: 2

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HP:24
Str:12
Skl:14
Spd:14
Luck:8
Def:2
Res:2

Iron Sword 40/40 E
Killing Edge 20/20
Steel Sword 40/40
Vulnerary 3/3
Smoke Bomb 3/3
Skeleton Key 1/1
Vitality Tincture 1/1

HZ514
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Level 12 Brawler
HP: 32/32
Move: 5
Con: 11

Might: 22
Hit: 103
Speed: 10
Avoid: 25
Crit: 7
Dodge: 5
Def: 7
Res: 2

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HP:32
Str:14
Skl:9
Spd:10
Luck:5
Def:7
Res:2

Iron Axe 50/50
Steel Axe 40/40
Swordreaver 15/15
Short Axe 15/15
Vulnerary 3/3
Antitoxin 3/3

RandomWombat
 Spoiler: Harley Davidson
Level 12 Fighter
HP: 37/37
Move: 5
Con: 12

Might: 21
Hit: 110
Speed: 8
Avoid: 26
Crit: 10
Dodge: 10
Def: 8
Res: 2

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HP:37
Str:13
Skl:10
Spd:8
Luck:10
Def:8
Res:2

Iron Axe 50/50 E
Venin Axe 40/40
Rifle 5/5 L
Vulnerary 3/3

TheBoyce
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Level 12 Mage
HP: 24/24
Move: 5
Con: 8

Might: 18
Hit: 127
Speed: 15
Avoid: 39
Crit: 11.5
Dodge: 9
Def: 0
Res: 8

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HP:24
Mag:13
Skl:14
Spd:15
Luck:9
Def:0
Res:8

Fire 40/40 E
Elfire 30/30
Tremor 25/25
Blizzard 25/25
Vulnerary 3/3
Smoke Bomb 3/3
Safety Pendant 50/50

GrassyGnoll
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Level 12 Thief
HP: 21/21
Move: 6
Con: 6

Might: 19
Hit: 115
Speed: 19
Avoid: 47
Crit: 8.5
Dodge: 9
Def: 4
Res: 2

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HP:21
Str:10
Skl:8
Spd:19
Luck:9
Def:4
Res:2

Iron Sword 40/40 E
Steel Sword 40/40
Poison Knife 40/40
Killing Edge 20/20
Vulnerary 3/3
Smoke Bomb 3/3

Rotting Baron
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Level 12 Cavalier
HP: 31/31
Move: 7
Con: 10

Might: 19
Hit: 111
Speed: 10
Avoid: 26
Crit: 8
Dodge: 6
Def: 8
Res: 5

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HP:31
Str:13
Skl:10
Spd:10
Luck:6
Def:8
Res:5

Iron Lance 50/50 E
Venin Lance 40/40
Fine Lance 30/30
Vulnerary 3/3
Energy Stone 20/20
Shield Seal 3/3

The blue zone is your deployment area, the green zone is where you want to escape through. Exiting from any spot on the left of the map should take you in the direction of your safe house, but passing throug the green zone should make sure none of the watchmen can catch up. This map should be pretty easy to fight through, but there are more watchmen chasing after you, so if you take too long there may be reinforcements. Good luck!

[User]
 "You should all be glad you have me along to get us out of this mess, allow me to demonstrate why! For you see I once met a dragon, a fearsome beast but quite friendly when fed, and while he could breathe fire that could melt the flesh off your bones even he was to aback by the power of my flame, this poor axeman will be quite toasty!"

Spawn at V6 move to S7 blast Fighter 1 with Elfire

[User]
 "Man, my luck is running low.  I really should have just backed out when I heard about all this mess.  But nooooo.  I had to join in the whole "fight against the corrupt." Well, fine.  We'll see just how strong these guys really are.  My life is a chip in your pile; Time to ante up!"

Spawn at V4, move to R4, Strike at Soldier 3 with Steel Sword.

[User]
 "Let's see what you're made of, guardsman."  Moving up alongside Lohj to flank the pikeman in their way, Harley hefts his axe menacingly.

Spawn in at V5. Move to Q5. Attack Soldier 3 with Iron Axe.

[User]
 Uh... We're supposed to be going  south west from here, right? And there's far fewer guys trying to kill us to the south than there are to the west, so if you don't mind, I'm gonna do the smart thing...

Spawn at Y4, move to Y9 and equip Strike

[User]
 Whoa there, people. Sign me in for the action (that's how we get profit, after all.)

Spawn at  X5 , move to  V7 .

 Can't rush our destiny, though. We'll see what happens.


[User]
 A dossier is sitting on a desk. Next to the dossier is a pile of forms, some ink pens, and an assortment of gear. Around the desk are backpacks, rope, grappling hooks, climbing kits, and various other supplies.

You've been through this before. This will be your third mission working together. Your unit, nicknamed The Exiles, are specialists in working behind enemy lines. You've not seen a public mess tent or command structure since you were assigned to this squad, and so the nickname was applied due to, basically, being exiled from the army proper.

Some of you sit in the wooden chairs supplied, others check to the gear.

The dossier's fist page is a mission statement. The next one is a profile of your target, Darius Heart. The next few are maps showing topography and somewhat-accurate campsites of the enemy. The forms are requisition papers- after you fill them out, you send them via courier, who is waiting outside, then wait for 24 hours before recieving them. Once they are recieved, the mission is considered active.

The mission statement is simple- your target is Darius Heart. He must be removed as an asset from the enemy. Termination is approved. You have one week to perform this mission. His current position is believed to be in the secondary command post of the northern front between Jaghal and Twin Rivers. You are not far from that location. The safehouse you are in can supply you with any gear you require. After leaving this location, the safehouse will be compromised and likely torched. You have no safe haven on this mission.

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Please discuss what supplies you may need.

The exact layout of the camp is hard to determine based on the maps you currently have, but I will provide specifics as you get closer. Any mundane gear other than mounts and spellcasting that appears in the Player's Handbook is here in the room for you. Free of charge. If there is something else you want (from Dungeonscape or Complete Adventurer, for instance) double check with me, but it is likely here.

This includes mundane masterwork equipment. No exotic weapons. Just don't go crazy.

 PARTY

{table=Head] Player | PC Name | race | discipline | Casting Class

ben-zayb |  Klotilde of House Ferrir   | Human |  Steel Aegis  | Egoist

White_Drake |  Tynan "the Autumn Wind"  | human |  Dancing Leaf  | Druid

only1doug |  Gyllirial  | Elf  |  Mystic Cobra  | Beguiler

BornValyrian |  Cade  | Glimmerskin Halfling |  Coin's Edge  | Sorcerer

[/table]

[User] Tynan quietly makes his way over to the desk and pulls Darius' profile from the dossier, studying it closely.

[User] Gyllirial reads over Tynan's shoulder  "Hmmmm...."

[User]
 " Alright, let me take a look at those papers ", Klotilde coyly asks the dossier as she reaches for the requisition papers.  She'd been to missions before, of course, but she always takes her time properly examining documents; it's a simple precautionary measure, just in case there's something in the document that isn't supposed to be there.

While reading the document, she makes her way towards their supplies and rummages through for her implements of choice.
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I was thinking of Tanglefoot Bag (PHB), Smokesticks (PHB), Collapsible Pole (DS), Lard (DS), Finder's Chalk (DS), and Finder's Glass (DS).

[User]
 Gyllirial:

 "So Darius seems quite the threat, any thoughts on how we take him down?"

"We could try to take him out during training, while he has fewest guards."

[User]
 " There's disguising as guards and pouncing at him while training, which would land us dead center in his territory regardless of our success or failure.  And there's striking at night and possibly setting their barracks aflame, which might reduce his forces, but will consequently alert him of our presence. "  She thoughts out carefully of what plan could work, carefully considering the worst-possible-scenario of going up against forces outnumbering them up to a hundred to one..

Klotilde looks at the map closely, and asks the dossier. " Do we have some contacts near either the Empire or the Twin Rivers?  Someone who could give us in depth information about every nooks and crannies if we are to infiltrate his command post would be a good option. "


[User]
 Detention

Karen knew she needed to pick up Rachel. Alex Merrin had taken a knife to the class toad and he hadn't owned up, and no one had ratted on him - the boy had a reputation for violence and the recent episode had reinforced that in the minds of the students.

The teacher was Miss. Tara Shortwell and she would hold the students until she got the go ahead to let them go, or until she got bored and had something better to do - but based on how she was watching her ipad with her headphones in she might be happy out. Any other teacher in there early twenties would have trouble keeping the class quite - Tara however had a reputation around the school for being an old gang member from her tattoos, and had six months ago hospitalised a fifteen year old boy who made a pass at her - she was not someone that was crossed my many.

The deal was someone talks and the class gets to leave, otherwise the police could deal with it. Of course who ever told would be a snitch, and would also have to deal with Alex who would likely not ever get a slap on the wrist.

Bethany passed her a note  thinking about trying to sneak out tonight, maybe go to a party, Diane and Enrique are in, you? .

[User]
 Karen blew a strand of straw hair away from her face, then quietly took the note from her friend's hand.  She let it sit under her hand for several seconds, looked around to make sure nobody was looking, then slipped the piece of paper to the middle of her desk and glanced it over.

Truth be told, she didn't read it as quickly as she could have.  She was still thinking about what Alex had done to the toad, and it bothered her.  That he had killed the amphibian for no reason was bad enough; that he had done it and could do it just as easily to a person just gave her goosebumps.  If a nasty, sadist guy like him could do it once, then...

 Well, at least it wasn't a person,  was the most encouraging thought Karen could muster.  She looked over the note again, actually reading it this time.  When she was done, she flipped it over and started scrawling on it with her stub of a pencil.

 What time?  her answer read.   Promised Rachel we'd see a movie after school.   Karen silently prayed 'tonight' meant somewhere close to midnight.  Rachel needed to go to dance class before the movie, and then after the movie she'd be too hyped to sleep, and if she knew Karen was at a party she might just tell Mom, who... well, Karen didn't want to think about what she'd say to things.

Karen slipped the note back to Bethany, subtle as a snake.

[User]
 The note came back  whenever, get there we you can we can talk after .

It took another fifteen minutes for Tara's patients to end - or more likely her program, "I don't like snitches" she said "rotten people running to others and sticking there nose where it doesn't belong", he feet hit the floor from resting on the table with a bang.

"But" her voice ice "I liked that toad, he was here when I went to school, here when some of my friends did too - we didn't have pets, but we had Fatso to play with" glaring around the room "or whatever you called him now, beyond Stabby".

"I have been hear looking at an old video of the class we had, and lo and behold Fatso was there" taking a breath she began calmly "so let me be clear this is getting back to some fairly nasty people, so it is not snitching to the cops or your parents" she began shouting "it is telling me that you didn't screw with my frog!", if she caught the difference between a frog and a toad no one corrected her.

She calmed herself "I have your attendance so I know who was here - and that list goes out unless I here hear and now who it was - and then we can see what your pets think of your honour system", a pin count be heard in the class as she finished.

Alex's face was white as a sheet - this was likely not what he was expecting.