<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Since Mage Armor lasts 24 hours, there's really no reason Xali wouldn't cast it every day without fail. I'm presuming that it's already up. Her sword and shield are back in the wagon, though.</div></div></div><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Drir kept his voice low, Fearing that his next words might be heard “Perv? Nono my dear Kahmori, I am an artist and that…” Drir says with a nod towards Xali “Is a vision of beauty, A canvas that begs to be...*Painted*“ Once again Drir finds himself struggling to not laugh, Something he seemed to be incredibly bad at doing. With another friendly slap on Kahmoris back he begins to chuckle again.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Xali shifted to another pose, laying on her side and facing Drir in an imitation of the subject of a portrait reclining on a divan. "You know, some philosophers say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and that every living thing is exactly as it should be." She runs a hand through her silky hair. "But then, some..." she glances meaningfully at Kahimori, and gives Mae a sly wink, "seem to have an appeal that transcends race, culture, even gender. At least, I like to think so."<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Smirking faintly, he leans a little bit closer to Alexei, nudging him in the ribs with an elbow as Rela tends to his shoulders "I see. A battlefield where everything is evenly matched, hrm? I believe the object, though...is to make your OPPONENTS peices dissappear, isn't it?' He looks over the board once again, just to make sure. From his perspective, it looked like the wolf was losing. Then again, their tactics were both so far beyond him, it might have been the other way around...</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Oh, the rules are complicated, but at its core, every conflict is simple. You're not playing against the little black pieces on the board... you're playing against your opponent. You have to..." Xali not-so-casually stretched her arms above her head, sticking out her chest, "find ways to distract them." Just as she did so, however, Alexei captured another piece. Xali smiled and gave a sharp "Ha!" as she resumed her previous posture. "Well, it does take some experimentation..."<br/><br/>(Spot + 1d20 + 7 = 21<br/>Listen 1d20 + 7 = 27 (woo!)<br/>1d20 + 2: 17 + 2 = 19)<br/><br/>Of course, Xali does not react to the signs that the caravan is being surrounded... Indeed, she puts on a convincing show of weariness, leaning heavily on her elbows as she plays and slowing the pace of her moves.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Getting to his feet, Kahmori stands just a little bit closer to Xali...<br/>Protecting her? She was not wearing armor (Of course, neither was he)...but there was not a chance he was going to let a stray arrow find it's way to someone without armor.<br/><br/>Leaning over her just a tiny bit, he continues to watch the game, whispering softly "...Eh, sorry if I bleed on you when the fightin' starts. This...might hurt."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>In a much louder voice than Kahimori's, Xali reels back for a moment and fans herself with a hand, as if the kitsune had said something profoundly lewd. "Oh my!" she squeaked in surprise and amusement. "That's quite an imagination you have. And so soon after making heated promises to Mae? You're quite the confident one." She pushes him back a step playfully. "Oooh... you're quite the large one, too. I think I had better toughen myself up a bit in case you get too enthusiastic." With that, she drew a small brown tuft of hair from the pouch at her side and recited a reverberating magical phrase. As she did, a golden glow briefly suffused her, and her fist clenched with sudden strength.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Casting Bull's Strength, raising Str to 16</span>.<br/><br/>In a much lower voice, she purred excitedly. "Oh, we are fortunate, aren't we? I was all but certain we'd need to wait 'til tomorrow to get a proper meal. That's what I love about humans... so considerate." she licks her lips as she looks at Kahimori, but her eyes subtly flick towards the raiders gathering round the caravan.<br/><br/>Alas, Drir was more concerned with making sure the recruits were ready than feigning surprise. As they moved into position, she stayed close by Kahimori's side - if he wanted to offer himself as a barrier, far be it for her to argue. "Oh my, there are a lot of them... A feast, I think."