<div align="center">QUEST POST<br/>The Stolen Amulet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/tLfbM8X.jpg?1)<br/>our group is to the right of the picture, traveling through the field towards the farm<br/><br/><strong>Posting Order:</strong> No order, post once per round. A round completes when everyone has posted. Post as many rounds as you want. Ex: <strong>R1:</strong> A, B, C, D. <strong>R2:</strong> D, A, C, B. <strong>R3:</strong> C, B, A, D.<br/><strong>Next GM Post:</strong> Somewhere between June 24-26 at the latest.<br/></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> The Stolen Amulet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)</span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884607#msg15884607)<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Human Cleric<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Gourde Farm, uncomfortably close to Shadow Vale | Mid Day<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Alec, Risppt, Sarissa<br/><hr/><strong></strong><br/>The first part of their journey had been spent discussing their quest. It seemed straightforward enough - go find the goblins that had stolen the amulet. They even had Risppt to track! Every blade of grass and scuff of dirt seemed to have meaning to the Kobold. Selphie couldn't even begin to figure out what that meaning was, but the group had moved with purpose in a singular direction. If Risppt had any misgivings about the direction he had chosen, the Cleric hadn't noticed. The conversation had then turned to their own personal merits. Selphie had shared that she was a Acolyte of Casta, emphasizing strongly that it was<em>not</em>the healing kind (but she did carry a recovery potion). She was new to adventuring and had never fought a goblin before.<br/><br/>The second part of their journey had been (in Selphie's eyes) quite boring. Why on<em>earth</em>would anyone want to be a farmer? When she wasn't tripping over a sprawling gourd vine, she was choking on a cloud of insects. The great outdoors? Ha! Being stuck out in nature was an awful experience. Worse, she was getting dirty. Her slippers were not salvageable - she'd have to get a new pair. And her skirt? The hem was lined in filth. She wanted to complain, but she had learned the hard way that adventurers had no patience for that kind of talk. She rummaged through her bag to dig out an apple - with a full mouth it was less likely she'd say something disagreeable. She bit down into the sweet, crisp flesh. She was quite a moment before saying:<strong>"I hope we're back before dinner. Hieronymous said he received a package of <em>exotic meat</em>, whatever that means. It sounded like he was going to cook something delicious with it, though."</strong><br/><br/>Risppt seemed to be leading them towards a lone farmhouse in the distance. A few empty carts and piles of hay could be clearly identified.