<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/ID-100230335_zpswp4fgb0z.jpg)</div><strong>Charlotte (wearing black robe and sandals), Elder Amphelice, High Priest Yahir<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Newgate city - Banquet Hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> All PCs <br/></strong><hr/><hr/>Charlotte had the sneaking suspicion that Jessica was now feeling up Greg. Truly, the woman had no shame. Hadn't the woman ever heard of STDs? She dared not look for any confirming evidence. Slowly, but purposely she answered, "No. I never played."<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261064.msg12904538#msg12904538">Quote from: Rummy Tum Tum on 14-01-2017, 04:52:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/>Greg turned from the stony faced High Priest when Kristina spoke up, and he offered her a friendly smile showing his appreciation. <strong>"I'll think about that."</strong> He felt something prodding at his crotch then, and jumped slightly in reaction. He was about look accusingly in the Priest's direction, but quickly put two and two together and found his culprit. His eyes leveled on Jessica, an expression more of exasperation than anger playing on his face. She piped up then, speaking casually while trying to rub him off under the table. If he had more control, he would have refused to let himself harden at the touch. With a light sigh, he took her foot in his hands, moved it to the side, and let it drop from his grasp. <strong>"Sorry, darlin'. Little tired.</strong>" He said with a shadow of a smirk.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Upon hearing this, Charlotte stifled a chuckle.<em>I guess not everyone will fall for her nonsense.<br/></em><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">From the false door, everyone hears a blood curdling scream. Whether it had been the alcohol, your hunger or exhaustion, all of you suddenly realize that Vara and Taylor Swift have not been with you at the Feast. <br/><br/>Amphelice and Charlotte rose from the table. Neither the High Priest nor Amphelice made a move for the door. Charlotte, aghast, inquired, "Isn't anyone going to check that out?"<br/><br/>The High Priest answered, "To what end? You are our Champions." He gave her a sly grin.<br/><br/>Charlotte huffed and stared down the party, clearly expecting them to assist.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Greg went on to continue eating, until Alistair rose to depart. He fixed the man with a look mixed with disappointment and understanding, and opened his mouth to bid him farewell, but was interrupted by a piercing scream that sent shivers down his spine. Without thought, he found himself on his feet with a steak knife in hand. He paid little attention to the conversation involving the Priest, but he did catch the smug smile on the man's face. He took note of that little detail for later. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261064.msg12904459#msg12904459">Quote from: Zaer Darkwail on 14-01-2017, 04:08:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Tim had enjoyed well cooked steak, potatoes and sauce along with ale (however after half-way mug he asked for wine), listening others talk and sipping from wine once hearing others experience with dungeons and dragons and said; "Well, seems I am only one so far have played that game then. As I mentioned before given skills and talents what we have are based on either ideal ones for us or something in our basic natures and personalities. I am not that surprised your being our 'meatshield' figther Greg, considering your soldier background and career." However Alistair's behavior raised his eyebrows as he seems quite bit....anti-social with both the group and the elders? However he is soon distracted from blood curdling screams coming from behind the doors, as Charlotte got up as did him and said; "Okay, let's go what's it about! Greg, arm yourself with something and I hold my fiery blast cantrip ready." By this point the cute and flashy fireworks which had continued on now faded since the screams.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261064.msg12904498#msg12904498">Quote from: Doomblade403xxx on 14-01-2017, 04:31:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Alistair picks up the makeshift stave he had fashioned on the road and heads toward the sound of the screams. It sounded like trouble and considering the climate of this world anything could be happening. He heads for the sounds of danger and somehow the doors in front of him are opening on their own. The idea is that the mage hand might make an attacker or enemy jump to the assault first and throw them off balance, leaving US at some range to prepare or make attacks at our leisure. <br/><br/><em><strong>{In other words I have a mage hand up...the idea is if a door opens someone might leap in to attack the person opening the door...but no one will actually be there. In essence I am attempting to use this spell to create an ambush situation for us.}</strong></em></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He took heed of Tim's words and nodded in response, then followed the sounds, accompanying Alistair and stepping just past him on the way. He stood defensively in front of the man as the doors began to open on their own, weapon at the ready and prepared as he could be for what danger would come next.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Kristina's elven futa attendant, Valana burst through the door crying out, "The Champions.... Two of them.... Their attendants.... Dead...." She rushed over and prostrated herself before Kristina, crying. "Please.... You're going to do something."<br/><br/>Amphelice raised a hand to her mouth; however, the High Priest lips tightened.