"The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)
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				Title: <strong>"The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowOfHeaven</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 00:52:07</strong>
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				GM: shadowofheaven<br><br>THE CAST:<br>Adrian Lizban (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157690.msg7246493#msg7246493) (Wizard) (Male)<br>12/12 HP<br>Mage Armor (+4 AC)<br>hungry, thirsty, cold<br><br><del>Brandon Circeli (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157690.msg7296359#msg7296359) (Ranger/Rogue) (Male) </del><br>KILLED BY THE SEA WITCH<br>Dead<br><br>Callenda (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157690.msg7239991#msg7239991) (Ranger) (Female)<br>13/18 HP<br>hungry, thirsty, cold<br><br>Cedric Blackhand (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157690.msg7257076#msg7257076) (Fighter) (Male)<br>22/22 HP<br>hungry, thirsty, cold<br><br>Ianna (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157690.msg7239669#msg7239669) (Cleric/Rogue) (Female)<br>18/18 HP<br>hungry, thirsty, cold<br><br>Maron of Torm (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157690.msg7241529#msg7241529) (Paladin) (Female)<br>19/24 HP<br>hungry, thirsty, cold, nude<br><br>Roland Hawklight (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157690.msg7246426#msg7246426) (Rogue) (Male)<br>14/14 HP<br>hungry, thirsty, cold<br><br>Sae'Ka (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157690.msg7241299#msg7241299) (Barbarian) (Female) (Dark Elf)<br>23/28 HP<br>hungry, thirsty, nude, cold<br><br>Selwyn Baraccus (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157690.msg7299573#msg7299573) (Cleric/Fighter) (Male)<br>15/20 HP<br>hungry, thirsty, cold<br><br>Shae Omberdawn (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157690.msg7268177#msg7268177) (Wizard/Rogue) (Female) (Half Elf)<br>10/10 HP<br>hungry, thirsty, cold<br><br>Theresa (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157690.msg7239419#msg7239419) (Bard) (Female)<br>11/16 HP<br>hungry, thirsty, nude, cold<br><br>Valen Ironheart &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157690.msg7240079#msg7240079)(Rogue/Paladin) (Male)<br>15/20 HP<br>hungry, thirsty, cold<br><br><strong>Guidelines for Mixing Pros with Game Mechanics.</strong><br><span class="bbc_u">subject to change an adaptation, suggestions welcome</span><br><br>I have copied your character sheets to my own records and I will update them and use them to make rolls on actions. I will update you when your character sheet changes. You are welcome to keep up with your own sheet, but my copy will the the official copy. I'll send it to you any time that you request it.<br><br>You are free to write in actions that do not call upon the game mechanics in order to add flavor. During a sword fight, for example, your character may feint, taunt, throw dishes and small animals, etc for the purpose of creative writing. Therefore, when performing a task which you want to invite the benefits and ire of the game mechanics, I ask that you clarify in brackets at the end of your post as to which actions you are declaring.<br><br>"Ryon stumbled as a result of the blow from Melvod's hammer. The dent his his armor was a reflection of the pain aching in his chest. This was no time for pain, however. The Prince's chamber was too close and tight for the spear, but the sword in his left hand would do the trick. Ryon snarled and kicked a chair at Melvod, before leaping off of the royal sofa and swinging his sword down at his enemy!<br><br>[movement: leap off of sofa]<br>[action: long sword attack vs melvod]"<br><br>Here, the snarl and the chair kick, both which could be considered as actions, are not declared. <br>Therefore, there is no risk of failure and no reward for those actions.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Do not worry about posting the dice rolls for your actions.<br>I will roll the actions and post the results in prose form.</span><br><br><strong>Tags</strong><br>Some people love them, some people don't. <br>I don't really care all that much, but since it's easy to do and helps to guide, we'll use them.<br>So, if you are addressing another character, please tag so at the beginning along with your character location.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowOfHeaven</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 00:53:19</strong>
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				(http://www.shakespeareinamericanlife.org/images/009567W5_l.jpg)<br><br><strong>Upon An Unfamiliar Shore<br>Involving: EVERYONE</strong><br><br>It is said that there are born men whose fate is kept close by the gods, whose purpose shall come to sway the world, and whose names are written on the very face of the stars. We have heard these names, these men of greatness, and the names of their sons and daughters and the wonders that they build in stone and in blood. It is said that the gods whisper in the ear, urge wind to sail, and gift light into the dark when the night is cold and perilous. This, however, is not a tale of men who were born to bring wonder to the world. This is the tale of those who were meant to be forgotten... but would not so easily be undone.<br><br>The Dread Horizon bound for the port of Waterdeep, and her belly fat with trade and travel. Those aboard familiar, but their secrets are their own. They sleep by cot and roll and dine by barrel and ladle, lanterns in long and narrow corridors grim even the fair, and wide and low berths rocked and cradled often aired with moans. The Captain is a black haired grimace with a wide hat and which to the whip or pistol, whichever best to keep an ordered line. Aboard a bag of odds and ends - merchants, whores, soldiers, and the undeclared. <br><br>She is three days from port when rising comes a most unnatural storm, its wide shadow as the fingers of a great and terrible hand to grasp the globe and shake their little sea. Below deck the whole of it sounds a world away, a muffled roar like the neighbors fighting or fucking on the far side of a wall just thin enough to tell. It is not until she first rolls deep and all the little things without tether or nail jingle and chime, and men and women in their cots are tossed back and forth and up onto the wall that the screams and shouts begin.<br><br>She is a strong and sturdy lady, but even the proudest girl can be broken. <br>When she moans its in her boards and the flutter in her sail. <br>And so in comes the sea.<br><br>There had been many and now but a handful. The taste of salt and the crunch of sand in the teeth, the low roar of rolling waves at night, the shine of two moons through the tops of strange and foreign trees of an unfamiliar shore, these are proof of life. Broken wood and broken bodies drowned and beaten sway with the waves while tiny crabs pick at the dead, and now and then the living too. The silver shine of the moons are generous to eyes newly returned from death. A sharp and rocky surf bleeds into gray sand and then up toward the edge-line of a sea-side forest of dull trees. Behind there is a glimpse of mountain tops reaching up toward the low and rushing clouds. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lidian</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 06:59:18</strong>
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				Shae had often dreamed of laying out on a beach, the water rushing over her as the warm sun would shine down on her. Languidly laying out with a drink served out of some exotic fruit and a young handsome man fanning her with a palm leaf. She'd never been to a beach, but she halfheartedly assumed that each and every beach was such a paradise, regardless of location or season as many people seemed to.<br><br>The reality she awoke to could not of been more different. She'd quickly roll herself over onto her stomach as she'd cough up seawater and grit, her long slender fingers digging deep into the cold wet sand. She'd sit up slowly, feeling her muscles and bones creak and ache as she did. It would take a few minutes gasping to take in as much of the cool sea air into her lungs for her to start regaining her senses, taking in the the constant cycling of the smell of&nbsp; briny air, and the stench of lingering death. The girl, who was only just above the age where a human would call her an adult, and a grown elf would scoff and call her a child, would open her eyes and take in what was around her and try to remember how she had gotten there in the first place.<br><br>She remembered being warm and comfortable in her bedroll, or at least as warm and comfortable as one can be on a ship that was as overcrowded as this one had been. Yes, idly flipping through the pages of a rather large tome on magic, silently repeating the words to herself and trying to memorize the knowledge within. There was a crack, louder than anything she had heard in her life, as the whole of the ship shook and twisted. Then there was the rush of water and a burning in her lungs that felt like it would overtake her. She'd lean back as her mind would replay swimming for her life away from the sinking ship, the water feeling like it was wrapping around her like bonds and pulling her down to her death while she struggled to swim for land she could just barely see through the salt water clogged haze in her eyes. She would quickly shake the memories from her mind, and promptly decide that she didn't want to recall them again anytime soon. <br><br>Toril's twin moons were the only feature she could even conceive as familiar, even then in this strange alien place they didn't even seem like the moons she'd spent her life gazing up at. Shae would stay put, as if afraid to get up and move. As if she thought that some rescue crew would come by and set everything right. Pulling her knees up to her chest as she'd pick the biting white crabs off of her legs, carelessly flicking them back out to the sea. Her lithe figure huddled up amongst the dead and wreckage, her brow furrowed as she'd stare off towards the sea with eyes almost the same deep blue shade as the churning water. <br><br>&nbsp;“Yes... Waterdeep. Another brilliant idea Shae.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 20:02:22</strong>
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				Cedric was asleep... peacefully asleep, for once. He was used to having to sleep prepared for trouble. He could faintly hear the pounding of waves on the surf, crashing to the beach as the tide washed in and back out.<br><br>The warrior was pulled from his sleep when a wave broke over him, dousing him in water and rousing him suddenly. He gasped and spluttered, expelling the salt water from his mouth. Next he rolled to his side, facing away from the ocean, and continued to cough and hack whatever remained of the sand and sea onto the beach below him. Cedric propped himself up on his elbow, surveying his surroundings. No equipment besides the clothes he was wearing; all of his gear had all been on the ship. Speaking of the ship, parts of its wrecked hull had washed up not far from him.<br><br>He unsteadily regained his feet, stumbling for the first few steps before he stabilized himself. Cedric's eyes still burned from the salt, and he could feel some of the grains of sand still sticking between his teeth. If there was any hope of regaining some of his tools, it would be there. As he pressed forward, he spotted a figure, still moving in the jetsam. Instantly putting himself into a combat mode, Cedric approached a little more warily now. He carefully observed any humanoid figures he spotted for signs of life, but the only one he could that was moving was the one he had spotted earlier.<br><br>Cedric didn't remember how he had gotten onto the beach, but he was determined not to let the nearby wreckage be his grave marker. If someone was to spring an ambush, he wanted to be ready for anything. Casting about for anything he could use as a weapon.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cedric rolls a Search check for an improvised weapon<br>At 2012-11-26 13:00:50, Cedric (uid: 37670) rolls: 1d20m1 Result: 16 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=42215)<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kythia</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 20:57:36</strong>
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				Ianna had been wide awake when the storm hit.&nbsp; She'd been in the same place she'd been for almost the entire journey - leaning over the rail retching.&nbsp; The first few hours had been vomiting, but she'd quickly reached retching.&nbsp; In fact, to her perceptions the storm hadn't been any different at first.&nbsp; The ship still swayed alarmingly and she was still convinced she was going to die - desperately welcoming it in truth.<br><br>And so it was that she didn't actually see the ship go down.&nbsp; One of the first wild pitches of the ship cast her overboard, a flailing hand failing to grab hold of the railing and save herself.&nbsp; Deneir had no say over the sea but she prayed nonetheless as waves crashed into her, dashing her against the hull for a moment before the ship spun and she was swept away from it.<br><br>She had no idea how long she was buffeted from wave to wave, somewhere between six seconds and an inifinty, she was fairly certain of that.&nbsp; Eventually, unconcscious, she washed up on the beach.&nbsp; When she came round others had been washed up as well, obviously the prevailing waves had brought them to the same place.&nbsp; She clutched wildly at her chest and sighed in relief when she realised she still had her holy symbol and connection to Deneir.<br><br>She stood up and picked her wet clothes off her skin, looking out to see.&nbsp; "There was a copy of a Rashemi poem in my trunk."&nbsp; She remarked to noone in particular.&nbsp; "Probably irreplacable."&nbsp; She bit her lip and stared at the waves for a moment before turning round to face the beach.<br><br>"Is anyone injured?"<br><br>{If needed:&nbsp; ACTION -&nbsp; Heal check to determine A) if anyone is injured B) who is most seriously injured.}
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 21:45:53</strong>
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				Adrian Lizban groaned in the beach, feeling his feet that something is pinching him.....stirring wake and weakly turn his head he sees one small white crab nipping on his toe which is sticking out from his wet sandal. He pulls his feet away and then makes shift kick on the small crab and send it pouncing over on the cold wet beach sand, upside down and struggling get straight up position.<br><br>The sound of crashing waves was calming feel, but wind and water felt freezing cold. Adrian Lizban coughs while he struggles up to sit in the sand and try collect his memories and where he is and why. Sitting in wet cold sand with all soaked up robes which felt immensely heavy, as same if he is wearing armor somekind than nice quality red robes.<br><br><em>I departed from Waterdeep couple days ago, I finally had stored enough money for my journey and had paid well for the trip. Altough housing could had been better in ship but I had small cabin for myself and my familiar; Fhyl. I was studying my spellbook when storm started, it felt quite big and when suddenly ship turned completely upside down I tied my spellbook tightly on my chest and crawled from cabin to see what's going on.....then last thing I remember was sudden wave of sea water and struggling to remain at surface.</em><br><br>The place felt eery, he looked up and saw the twin moons of Toril.<br><br><em>So, very least I am still Toril....but the place gives me the creep.</em><br><br>First thing Adrian checks is his most precious possession; his spellbook. He opens his robes and sees the spellbook is still wrapped in wet paper bag which concealed cloth which was wrapped around the book. In panic and hurry for risk end up doused in ocean he had rapidly wrapped his spellbook to preserve the writings in the book. As he did not have any fancy spellbooks which had water resistant ink or ones which were warded against harmful elements. A huge sigh relief passed through Adrian to see his precious spells were safe.<br><br>Second thing; check where his familiar was. He concentrated and sensed his familiar was alive.....somewhere wandering already in the beach area? He feels she is hungry....miserable and wet. He groans and rises up from the sand up and start walk general direction where he feels his tressym is.<br><br><em>Meanwhile.....</em><br><br>While Shae stared on ocean, she heard suddenly sharp melodic mewl behind her. When Shae looked she saw.....winged cat? (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KAKKge8G-r4/TfaNh9upOeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VtKzyO33nDY/s1600/tressym.jpg) She may have heard about tressyms, a kind unique sort avian cats which are raised to be pets and familiars. This one was brown/red tabby with dark brown feathered wings. It was all wet and miserable looking and stared with green emerald feline eyes on Shae with questioning look.
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				Title: <strong>On the beach     Tag: Nobody or anybody</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>victoria4</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 23:53:46</strong>
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				The time aboard the Dread Horizon was some sort of minor hell for Callenda - cooped up with too many strangers, nothing to do, nothing to see.&nbsp; She tried to spend as much time as possible on deck, so at least she had the sky, but the crew grew snappish with her, more so as the voyage continued.&nbsp; At least she wasn't sick, like several unfortunates she saw along the rail - the downwind rail, after an incident that almost brought the captain to the point of violence against one pitiful passenger.<br><br>The night of the storm, she had come on deck again, but the crew was shorter-tempered and more harried than usual.&nbsp; She quickly took the hint and retired below, pacing up and down until the movements became too much, then bracing herself sleeplessly in her cot.&nbsp; So she was awake when the ship suffered a much greater roll, and didn't roll back.&nbsp; Falling onto the wall, she grabbed only her most precious possession - her bow of course - and struggled with the mass of passengers to make her way to the deck.<br><br>She lost the bow at the last hurdle, clambering through a hatch that used to be in the ceiling but was now in the wall, with water already pouring in.&nbsp; It was almost her death - the tip wedged between the hatch-coaming and two panicked passengers, and someone's violent shove from behind tore it from her grasp and sent her pitching into the water.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was no return, and it was all the strong swimmer could do to escape the tangled rigging and gauntlet of falling blocks and snapping lines... and the grip of non-swimmers on her legs, at times.&nbsp; She couldn't save anyone but herself, and that barely. <br><br>Exhausted, she knew only that she was on sand before she passed out.&nbsp; When she awoke the sand was still there, but she couldn't move her legs.&nbsp; Twisting, she found herself under the body of a sailor, and scrambled away, horror giving her strength.&nbsp; Standing and looking back at the fierce surf, she was amazed she had made it at all.&nbsp; Most hadn't, and several bloody bodies were still being dragged back and forth across the rocks just offshore.&nbsp; The forest was a much more welcome sight, but she couldn't turn to that yet.<br><br>Grimly, still a little stupefied with fatigue and battering, Callenda began moving from body to body, shaking any that seemed they might still harbour life, trying to rouse the survivors and draw them away from the water.&nbsp; She noticed a very few others upright, but stayed focused on those still down for now.&nbsp; Her meandering course did bring her closer to another survivor eventually...
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 11:12:18</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;During her inspection of the fallen, Callendra eventually came across a tall redhead lying face down on a broken chunk of deck.&nbsp; In response to the firm nudge on her shoulder, the redhead gave a pained moan and slowly turned to sit up.&nbsp; She gave a sharp cry at the brilliance of the light and touched the knot on her forehead.&nbsp; “What happened,” she whimpered, green eyes not quite focusing.&nbsp; “There was a storm…&nbsp; The boat jerked.”&nbsp; She groaned as her eyes crossed and closed them.&nbsp; “I fell.&nbsp; Then…”&nbsp; She moaned and hugged herself, not yet knowing to be thankful that the very wood she’d pummeled herself on had also held her out of the water, spared her drowning or mouthfuls of brine.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The girl felt chilled.&nbsp; She ran her hands up and down her forearms.&nbsp; She didn’t know that her fine white blouse was now torn over the right breast, clinging translucently to what it still covered.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>On the beach   TAG: Maron</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>victoria4</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 18:35:41</strong>
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				After so many failures, so many dead bodies, Callenda was actually surprised when one moved.&nbsp; Granted, the rather fit-looking woman seemed in better shape than some of the others, but still the ranger had to catch herself, instead of trudging on automatically to the next.&nbsp; Seeing this one move energized her, helped her forget a little more of her own fatigue.&nbsp; She dropped to one knee by the survivor, and draped an arm over her shoulder; this was largely to comfort the cold, confused woman, but partly for the reassuring contact that Callenda herself needed at that moment.<br><br>There was no point sugar-coating the news - Maron would soon register the bodies and debris.&nbsp; <strong>"The boat is gone, sunk.&nbsp; I think almost everyone is dead."</strong>&nbsp; She squeezed Maron lightly.&nbsp; <strong>"But we're ok, we're on... an island.&nbsp; So far it looks hospitable enough... are you alright?&nbsp; Any pain besides your head?"</strong>&nbsp; She looked at the woman's bump crticially - probably not bad, but sometimes such knocks were surprising.&nbsp; A quick test... <strong>"My name's Callenda.&nbsp; Callie.&nbsp; What's yours?&nbsp; ... and what's mine, again?"</strong><br><br>Once Maron could focus, she would see the other woman was a dirty blonde with dark blue eyes and a soft, full mouth, wearing a rather colourful, lightly damaged top and skirt, barefoot, and as water-logged as Maron herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lidian</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 19:00:00</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157689.msg7284002#msg7284002">Quote from: Zaer Darkwail on 26-11-2012, 21:45:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>While Shae stared on ocean, she heard suddenly sharp melodic mewl behind her. When Shae looked she saw.....winged cat? (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KAKKge8G-r4/TfaNh9upOeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VtKzyO33nDY/s1600/tressym.jpg) She may have heard about tressyms, a kind unique sort avian cats which are raised to be pets and familiars. This one was brown/red tabby with dark brown feathered wings. It was all wet and miserable looking and stared with green emerald feline eyes on Shae with questioning look.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>It would take Shae a few moments to snap out of whatever thoughts were running through her head. She'd stand up, turning to face the pathetic wet creature. <br><br>"Looks like I'm not the only one who made it in one piece. I had some food in my pocket... lets see..." She'd mumble mostly to herself as she'd kneel down in front of the tressym. She'd unbutton a rather large pouch on her hip, laughing softly as the animal which had stowed itself inside there for safety would quickly run up her arm and promptly start chittering at the Tressym.&nbsp; The weasel would quickly rest itself on Shae's shoulder, the creature was a mix of grey and black in splotches, with a band of black across its eyes. <br><br>"Be nice Delebi." She'd chide, pulling the ruined bits of dried meat out of her bag and wrinkling her nose. Letting out a sigh as she'd find one morsel of jerky that hadn't been completly waterlogged she'd offer it to the Tressym. <br><br>"Go on, eat that up and we'll find your master. See if he knows much of anything about what's going on." She'd say quietly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yesiroleplay</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 19:09:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Theresa03.jpg)</div>Theresa didn't realize they were in a storm until&nbsp; the bos'n intruded into her cabin and swept away the eager young ensign that until then was really rocking her world.&nbsp; If looks could kill, the daggers darting from her eyes would have slaughtered the grizzled deckhand.&nbsp; He noticed the look, but ignored it, instead taking time even in the circumstances to run a lascivious glance along her nude and panting form.<br><br>"Beg pardon ma'am!" He excused himself unapologetically as he admired her body for the moment it took the young officer to climb into his pants.&nbsp; "Cap'n want's you on'tha bridge."&nbsp; He told the frustrated and embarrassed boy.&nbsp; Then he left, but not without another appreciative and overly bold glance towards the <em>lady</em>.<br><br><strong>"What is it Kyern?"</strong>&nbsp; She asked the young man already making his way out of the room. <br><br>"It has to be the storm.&nbsp; Can't you feel it?" He answered, and then he was gone.&nbsp; Not even a kiss, the little shit.<br><br>She did feel the unnatural motion of the vessel, now that the distraction was gone.&nbsp; If they were calling the all hands on deck, then it must be bad.&nbsp; Hastily, she started to dress...<br><br><hr>Except for the headache, the pain wasn't intense, but it was pervasive.&nbsp; Every inch of her body felt abraded, bruised, or raw.&nbsp; Like the aftermath of particularly rough but not very good sex.&nbsp; And her head pounded like a halfling drummer was trying to beat his way out of her skull through her left eye socket.&nbsp; Her back burned, and she itched.&nbsp; Her whole body itched.&nbsp; It was the burning urge to scratch that finally got her up off the sand.&nbsp; Sand?&nbsp; <strong>"Kyern?"</strong>&nbsp; She asked, though she was already remembering that he was gone.&nbsp; She was dressing, and then she was here.&nbsp; Confused memories of the whole world turning upside down, of a desperate fight for breath, and cool sharp pain as salt-air cut into her burning lungs, a hand, and then... nothing.&nbsp; Sitting, her bare tail perched into a self-created cup in the sand, she pulled her knees to her chin and rocked, hoping the pain in her head would stop.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 22:53:39</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157689.msg7289133#msg7289133">Quote from: Lidian on 27-11-2012, 19:00:00</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">It would take Shae a few moments to snap out of whatever thoughts were running through her head. She'd stand up, turning to face the pathetic wet creature. <br><br>"Looks like I'm not the only one who made it in one piece. I had some food in my pocket... lets see..." She'd mumble mostly to herself as she'd kneel down in front of the tressym. She'd unbutton a rather large pouch on her hip, laughing softly as the animal which had stowed itself inside there for safety would quickly run up her arm and promptly start chittering at the Tressym.&nbsp; The weasel would quickly rest itself on Shae's shoulder, the creature was a mix of grey and black in splotches, with a band of black across its eyes. <br><br>"Be nice Delebi." She'd chide, pulling the ruined bits of dried meat out of her bag and wrinkling her nose. Letting out a sigh as she'd find one morsel of jerky that hadn't been completly waterlogged she'd offer it to the Tressym. <br><br>"Go on, eat that up and we'll find your master. See if he knows much of anything about what's going on." She'd say quietly.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Tressym mewled back to Shae's companion. Not look hungirly but more as if holding conversation. When Shae brought the meat jerky the tressym with gusto greed chewed it down, coming close to her and eatting from hand. Once done the cat brushed on her and mewled and turned around. Walking away along the beach but stopping a moment, looking over it's shoulder it mewled again and looked Shae as if expect her to follow.<br><br><em>Meanwhile.....</em><br><br>Adrian felt through emphatic link that his familiar had found food, the feel of satisfaction of eatting is something what he is very familiar with. Hoping she is not eatting anything poisonous or bad for her. Adrian continues towards general direction where his familiar is. feeling a slight dug of her approaching back towards him.
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				Title: <strong>On the Beach Tag: Zaer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lidian</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 00:03:40</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157689.msg7290231#msg7290231">Quote from: Zaer Darkwail on 27-11-2012, 22:53:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Tressym mewled back to Shae's companion. Not look hungirly but more as if holding conversation. When Shae brought the meat jerky the tressym with gusto greed chewed it down, coming close to her and eatting from hand. Once done the cat brushed on her and mewled and turned around. Walking away along the beach but stopping a moment, looking over it's shoulder it mewled again and looked Shae as if expect her to follow.<br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>It would take Shae a minute to actually start following. She was a rather sluggish sort when it came to cold weather. She'd take a few minutes to adjust what was left of her clothing, trying to assure that as soon as she caught up with the owner of the Tressym she wouldn't go and have something embarrassing happen, like a breast popping out of her now much skimpier clothing. She'd adjust what was left of her clothes and cross her long thin arms over her chest, desperately trying to create some form of warmth for herself. Shae was on the smaller side, barely over five feet tall and without much fat on her at all. Needless to say, she wasn't handling the cold very well. Teeth chattering and goosebumps forming she'd notice the man in red coming towards her.<br>"Hey! Uh, you, Red guy! Is this yours?" She'd ask, jumping up and waving her arm, trying to get his attention. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 01:15:15</strong>
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				Sae'Ka came to the same way that she had every day since leaving port, with a throbbing headache and a nauseous sensation that had nothing to do with the rocking of the boat and everything to do with the copious quantity of rum that she'd ingested the night before, only amplified threefold. She opened her eyes but clenched them shut again right away and brought a hand up to cover them for good measure, groaning as she felt the harsh sting of daylight. <br><br>She could still hear the waves, but the sound seemed different now; calmer and lazier, reminiscent of the tide. Pretty soon the dark elf realized that the ship's constant rocking had stopped, and...was that sand underneath her? Suddenly weary and confused, Sae'Ka forced her eyelids open once again, squinting hard and almost hissing as she pushed herself up on to her elbows, wondering if she was still drunk or dreaming. She could taste the sand in her mouth and feel the crunchy grains, so she spat several times while stiffly lumbering up to her feet.<br><br>Then the full impact of her fatigue and hang over hit her and she stumbled back down to one knee, swallowing hard as the beach and sky seemed to spin all around her. Languidly, Sae'Ka rubbed her face and wiped the wet, sticky sand off of it, feeling a stream of dried blood around her right temple as well when her fingers passed over it. Taking better look around now that her eyes had begun to adjust and open a little wider, even through they still burned like hell. What she saw was mostly debris and bodies. Some broken, some bloated, most of them lifeless, though a few individuals who seemed about as disoriented as her were actually wandering about.<br><br>Sae'Ka pretty much put the pieces together by that point, realizing that the Dread Horizon had somehow met its end and that her men were likely dead whether they'd been swallowed by the sea entirely or spat back out onto the coast as corpses. She certainly wouldn't have considered any of them to be her friends, even hesitating to think of them as 'companions', but they were useful when it came to killing and pillaging, so the loss wasn't exactly pleasing. Still, better them than her.<br><br>Her second attempt to get up proved more successful than the first and she managed not to stumble again, though her legs definitely didn't feel as stable as they could have and her balance was sketchy at best. Noticing the cold and the bite of the wind for the first time, Sae'Ka glanced down at herself only to notice that she was nude from the waist up, left with only her soaked boots and her crude leather and fur skirt. Her dark plum nipples were rocklike and erect, plus there were goosebumps on her thighs, arms and chest, but years of prowling the frigid tundra had made the dark elf resistant enough to the cold for her to shrug it off, at least in the short term.<br><br>She'd lost more than her vest, of course. Since all of her belongings were likely at the bottom of the sea by now, Sae'Ka naturally turned towards her bread and butter: relieving the dead of their no longer needed worldly possessions.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sae'Ka checks the nearby corpses for anything that might be of use. Not sure if I need a search roll or not for that, but here's one just in case: rolls: 1d20a-1 Result: 14 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=42241) </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kythia</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 02:16:19</strong>
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				One by one, people were moving.&nbsp; Although they were vastly outnumbered by the bodies that didn't.&nbsp; She spotted the twisted corpse of a sailor who had mocked her seasickness and turned away - she hadn't liked the man but she certainly hadn't wished this for him.&nbsp; The turn of her head brought her gaze to a cook though, who had seemed a good man.&nbsp; She squatted over his corpse for a moment but it didn't take the healing skills she had learnt in the temple to see he was dead.&nbsp; He had never mentioned a god but she muttered a prayer to Deneir and, after a moment's thought, to Shaundakul, the patron of travellers.&nbsp; She closed his eyes and continued to approach the group.<br><br>At each corpse she squatted and repeated the prayers, adding in what she knew of them where appropriate.&nbsp; A prayer to Gond for the carpenter, best wishes for the family of the grizzled sailor who had saved up two voyage's worth of wages to have a small portrait of them painted.&nbsp; Death after death.&nbsp; Ahead of her someone was waving at another survivor and she glanced up for a moment to take them and the other survivors in.&nbsp; The dark elf had survived - the Bitch Umberlee wouldn't take one like her when she could be left alive to work her evil.<br><br>"Can anyone make a fire?" she asked as she approached Shae and waited with her for the man in red to approach.&nbsp; "Cold is going to be a real problem soon."
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 10:09:09</strong>
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				Adrian haves his hands wrapped around him. He is shivering and teeth clattering slightly but he has been hardened by his years in Khelben's Tower. As there warmth can be luxury at times in deep winters and winter clothing indoors is good plan if you do not have endure elements spell on. He is awaken from his enduring daze walk by someone shouting and jumping and waving her arm. Then he notices Fhyl walking towards him. He then registered what woman said and he waved back and shouted back; "Yeah, she's Fhyl. Did you fed her something a minute ago? Also I am Adrian Lizban, so no need call me 'red guy'." He walks closer and he leans down to pick up Fhyl and place her on his left shoulder. With familiar ease she stomps around his shoulder until she perches on his shoulder, claws sinking on wet cloth while keeping her wings curled around her.<br><br>Adrian looks and studies Shae a brief moment and looking on beach he asks; "Have you seen other survivors?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lidian</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 13:21:49</strong>
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				Shae would unwrap her arms from around her chest and offer a hand out to him. The book that was currently hanging off her waist looked to be some sort of a spell-tome. Enchanted to protect it from the elements and written on in gilded elvish script. <br><br>"Shae Omberdawn... I'd have to say I'd say it's a pleasure but these aren't exactly the best of circumstances. Yeah, poor thing looked like she was about to keel over so I gave her what was left of my jerky." She'd say with a little bit of a smirk. She'd lift her head and look around, a slightly pointed ear poking out from underneath the waves of her hair. <br><br>"Lets see... There is, the girl who was sick up on the rails... the drow.... and a few others." She'd say, squinting her eyes slightly. She'd turn her head to watch Ianna approach. <br><br>"Well at least it looks like you're feeling better at least. Yeah we need to start a fire, I don't have any spells or anything that would help much. How about you Adrian?" She'd ask, tilting her head towards the man. Going back to covering her chest with her arms and swaying slightly to try and keep herself warm. <br>"We should probably figure out how to get warm and then have a rest till sun-up." She'd state, drawing in air through between her teeth.<br>"Gods it's cold." She'd mumble, followed by a string of what didn't take an understanding of the elvish language to tell was profanity. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 15:20:34</strong>
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				Adrian reached out and shook hands with Shae, his gaze did slip to see her shirt was soaked...and rather quite well showing her figure through it. So gaze was quick and brief but he shook hands with her and said; "Yeah, could be better but we cannot be always having choice where we meet people. Thank you for feeding Fhyl." Hearing about others and seeing a another person move in beach he nods and says; "Kind relief we are not just only ones to survive. No idea where we are and there may be possibly dangers in here in this island and better face them in numbers than alone." When Shae speaks about spells he notices her spellbook and hearing her ask does he have any, he reaches into his robes and pulls out his well packed and secured spellbook. He flips first page and says; "Hmmm, I do have endure elements spell and burning hands here. But it would take time to change my spells what I prepared for the day. Nor I am too much able to store spells for that matter so I need choose wisely then per day." He closes the book and says; "Anyways let's collect others to see who all survived, then find spot where we can remain warm and rest for tomorrow and scavenge then anything from the beach in morning." There was shivers running in Adrian's body which made his voice slightly shaky but he endured it better in his part.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowOfHeaven</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 17:11:39</strong>
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				<strong>Upon an Unfamiliar Shore<br>EVERYONE</strong><br><br>Those who had survived begin to rise from the dead and the wounded around them as flowers given life by the platinum light of the moons. <strong>Ianna and Callenda</strong> sympathies set them to task tending to those who have washed up among the remains of the Dread Horizon and they learn quickly that while many are alive, they are far beyond saving. Those who seem they will survive are able bodied enough to rise from the sand and the surf and one by one figures of familiar strangers begin to take form within the mild fog that hangs about the shore. While Ianna and Adrian have come upon each other, Callenda and Maron too have found each other alive and breathing. And still, it is possible that there are more survivors scattered across the beach.<br><br><strong>Cedric</strong>, immediately at the task of searching for his supplies, is largely disappointed. The lady has spilled herself into the sea, and only the ruined husk of her hull remains, along with lengths of sail that curl and dance in the tide as pale serpents. However, despite the lack of strong iron or curved wood unspoiled by the sea, he comes upon a length of wood which seems quite strong and capable, which could serve as a club should the proper situation arise. He finds, too, a wooden buckler shield floating to shore. <br><br><strong>Sae'Ka</strong> picks among the dead, or those close to dead. Any with weapons or armor heavy enough to be of any use can be found at the deep of the abyss, and so the only items of real value she comes upon are a small dagger tucked in the boot of a dead sailor, along with a ruined pistol, which would need a significant degree of repair. There is a small pouch for holding items, though it is necessary to dump the dead woman's useless belongings out into the sand. Amid her search, the Dark Elf comes upon the nude form of <strong>Theresa</strong> sitting alone in the sand. <br><br>Some time passes, perhaps a quarter of an hour, while the urgent chaos of waking in a strange place subsides and those who have survived are left with the strange and eerie quiet of this lonely stretch of beach. Those of the flesh and the arcane would notice little strange at first, but those faithful to their gods, such as <strong>Maron and Ianna</strong>, become touched by a supreme sense of isolation, as though they can feel with certainty that they are very, very far away from home.<br><br>Then, among the gentle roar of the surf, despite the stale and windless night,<strong> Sae'Ka and Theresa</strong> hear a most pecular sound, snarling and the scratching of claws on wood, from within a splintered portion of the ship's hull that rocks slowly with the tide in the water in front of them. Despite the slight distance, <strong>Adrian's</strong> companion, Fhyl, perks its ears.<br><br><em>[cedric obtained a club, buckler shield]<br>[sae'ka obtained dagger, pouch, broken pistol]</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 19:31:30</strong>
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				Adrian, notices emotional state of Fhyl speaks quickly; "Something else is in here....potentially dangerous." Adrian wastes no time to chant a spell which creates a blue shimmering glow around him which then disappears. A similar glow surrounds Fhyl also.<br><br>OOC: Casting mage armor, lasts 2 hours and via share spells Fhyl also haves mage armor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 21:40:31</strong>
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				Darkness greeted Brandon when he awoke face-down in the surf, the cold waters lapping lazily against his skin as the sound of waves echoed around him. It was a mistake to try opening his eyes, the water punishing his insolence with a painful, almost burning pain that caused him to slam his eyes shut once more. Although his head was pounding something fierce, one thought filled his mind, <em><strong>Get up.</strong></em> The sand made a soft, squelching sound as the suction between him and the shore was broken, causing the Hunter to clench his jaw and be greeted by the abrasive crunch of sand between his teeth as he got onto his hands and knees.<br><br>He was still in darkness when he retched up seawater, the briny liquid freeing his lungs and stomach as salty tears came freely to his eyes. With his knees shaking from the force of the expulsion, Brandon took a few moments to compose himself as he blinked away the tears until he could finally see; blurry at first, but sight is sight. The world was a palette of greens and blues intermingled with grey, spotted here and there by bits of dark brown, "<strong>Getting on that ship...</strong>" Brandon croaked as another spasm went through his body, causing him to retch up the last dregs of seawater before taking in a deep, almost frantic gasp of air, coughing in the process, "<strong>... Was a mistake.</strong>"<br><br>After a few moments given to compose himself, Brandon finally rose on unsteady feet to assess the situation. Disaster would be a more apt word to describe it; flotsam choked the beach as corpses littered the pebbled shore. Survivors were walking here and there, some talking to one another while others simply seemed lost, looking down to find something, <em>anything</em> that could be salvaged out of the wreckage. Brandon even saw the Dark Elf walking about, her exotic breasts prominently bare as Brandon gave a dismissive grunt, <em><strong>I wondered what she'd look like nude</strong></em> Brandon thought as he stretched out the ache in his joints, <strong><em>but not under these circumstances.</em></strong><br><br>A wind coming out of the ocean took Brandon out of his daze, causing him to shiver and look down at his own body’s condition. His shirt was in tatters, mere strips of pale white cloth that clung damply against his skin, it offered about as much protection against the elements as a necklace. His pants fared better; a tear here and there revealed hints of a leg or thigh, but for the most part it was still intact. Another gust brought another shiver, and spurred the Hunter to begin pushing towards the beach, knowing that staying in the water would just mean more lost heat (a resource as valuable as gold now, he thought sourly.)<br><br>Halfway through moving towards the beach, a figure in his periphery caught his attention. A woman, nude and apparently catatonic, was sitting in the sand with her legs tucked up under her chin, rocking faintly back and forth. Brandon’s brow furrowed at the sight, his sea-green eyes looking at her with… Concern? Pity? It was hard to tell with Circeli. Giving a glance back towards the treeline, Brandon muttered a curse under his breath before heading towards the woman.<br><br>Kneeling in front of Theresa, Brandon spoke softly (yet it was impossible to hide the hoarseness in his voice) as he tried to get her up and moving, “<strong>are you alright? Can you move? We need to get off the beach, it’ll be safer near the trees</strong>” Brandon reached out a hand to lightly touch her on the shoulder, trying to seem as non-threatening as possible. Although Brandon never took much stock in speaking, having difficulty with eloquence or subtlety (provincial would be a good term to describe Circeli,) he nevertheless knew the danger posed by potentially riling up a creature in shock, and Theresa (at least to him) seemed no different, “<strong>My name’s Brandon</strong>” he said, shifting and angling himself so he could look her in the eyes as he forced a smile, “<strong>You’re safe now, but we need to get off the beach.</strong>”<br><br>If Theresa gets a good look at him, she’d notice Brandon Circeli is tall and slim, yet the meat he does have on his frame is clearly muscle. Short honey blonde hair tops his head, slick and crusty with sand and seawater as similarly colored stubble covers his face. His facial features are nothing truly exceptional, more rugged then comely, the kind of face that wouldn’t turn heads, but wouldn’t be hard to look at either. His eyes are slightly sunken and sea-green, expressive and alert.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yesiroleplay</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 23:58:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/f/fd/Theresa04.jpg/375px-Theresa04.jpg)</div>After relieving the worst of the itches and sitting as she nursed her aching body, Theresa decided it was time to do something about her condition.&nbsp; The worst pain was inside her skull, and while it took her a while to realize it, she came to the conclusion that she must have been hit on the head.&nbsp; A ginger prodding along her temple and around behind the ear convinced her she had quite a bruise.&nbsp; If the pain was caused by the injury, then it would be easy to...&nbsp; She focused her thoughts as she reached up to touch herself again, but she stopped short of invoking her power.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"It's just a little headache girl."</strong>&nbsp; She chided herself.&nbsp; <strong>"You can live with a headache, best not to waste healing on yourself when others may be in greater need."</strong>&nbsp; This selfless attitude ran contrary to her nature, and even as she spoke she wondered if the injury to her head was more severe than it seemed.&nbsp; Almost, she smiled at the banal&nbsp; proverb of blow-to-the-head based personality transformation.&nbsp; So many skits - even puppet skits - depended on the silly notion.&nbsp; Still, she wondered how the idea started?&nbsp; She shrugged, immediately wincing when her head reminded her that she was in no shape to contemplate the devices of half-rate playwrights. <br><br>She was more aware of her surroundings now that she wasn't entirely focused on herself.&nbsp; And she wondered how she had failed to notice the nearly naked dark elf until the female practically stepped on her.&nbsp; And then she was surprised again, when a man approached from the other direction and addressed her.&nbsp; For a spot on a deserted beach, this area certainly grew a crowd.&nbsp; Maybe it had something to do with her lack of attire.&nbsp; That could be it.&nbsp; She considered covering herself with more than arms and legs folded across her front, but decided she had better things to do at the moment than search for clothing.&nbsp; Though the chill breeze off the water certainly gave her pause.&nbsp; In this climate, clothing was certainly not optional!<br><br><strong>"Nothing to find here."</strong>&nbsp; She told the scavenging barbarian.&nbsp; <strong>"Not even my clothes.&nbsp; Or my virtue, for that matter."</strong>&nbsp; The joke was so weak she didn't feel the slightest desire to laugh, which all-in-all was a good thing, considering the pain that laughing would likely do to her already splitting headache.&nbsp; <strong>"Give me a hand up, would you...?"</strong>&nbsp; She asked, stretching out a bare arm toward the upright part-drow, ignoring the overly salacious offer of help from the man squatting before her.&nbsp; Besides, he was sitting and probably needed a hand-up himself.<br><br>Before she could accept aid, offered or otherwise, she heard the snarls from a section of hull, and the ominous scratching of claws against wood.&nbsp; <strong>"Either the ship's cat is much bigger than I remember, or we had some mighty strange cargo"</strong>&nbsp; She she noted with mild irony.&nbsp; Standing - either with aid or without - she turned to face the rocking section of ruined hull.<br><br>Apparently unaware of her nudity for the moment, though her pinkish brown nipples stood upthrust in the cold and her equally dark areola ridged in mighty goose-bumps, she flashed the man a grin.&nbsp; <strong>"Thank you Brandon."</strong>&nbsp; She didn't offer her name.&nbsp; Time for that later.&nbsp; <strong>"But we'd best face whatever that is while we have an advantage."</strong>&nbsp; She replied to his directive to get off the beach.&nbsp; Then she frowned.&nbsp; <strong>"Though running might be best.&nbsp; At least until we can find or make some weapons."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 04:40:34</strong>
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				Brandon lifted himself out of his crouch, lightly grunting while doing so as he turned his head towards the rocking wreckage before them, "<strong>can't be anything too dangerous ma'am</strong>" the Hunter stated, looking to the Bard next to him before returning his gaze towards the ruined ship, "<strong>otherwise we would've known about it during the voyage.</strong>"<br><br>----<br><br>What the Hunter <span class="bbc_u">really</span> meant to say was, "<strong>anyone but I would've noticed it.</strong>" Although Circeli was confident in his sense of balance and was no stranger to water, voyages by ship came hard and new to him. More often than not he was up on the deck, spewing the contents of his last meal into the sea, or confining himself to his quarters, sleeping away the time or spending it on maintaining both his gear and his body.<br><br>The disaster came when he was doing the latter. One moment Brandon was by the rails, looking out into the darkened sea which stretched out into the dim horizon, and the other moment his feet gave out under him, turning his world sideways (only in this case, it was literal.) Things got fuzzy after that; there was a point where he was trying to get down below-deck, a memory of clinging desperately onto a wooden rail and then another where he heard the electric snap of a mast, his last memory before coming to on the beach was falling into the churning sea, black as the void.<br><br>----<br><br>Brandon's ears perked up (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=42271)<sup>1</sup> at the sound of yet another snarl, his eyes narrowing at the wooden carcass (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=42272)<sup>2</sup> of the Dread Horizon before stating in a tone that implied he was lost in thought (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=42273)<sup>3</sup>, talking as much to himself as he was to Theresa or Sae'Ka, "<strong>what's in there, I wonder...</strong>"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Actions<br><sup>1</sup>[Brandon does a <strong>Listen</strong> check to better pinpoint just what they're listening to]<br><sup>2</sup>[Brandon does a <strong>Spot</strong> check to see if he notices any movement on the wreckage]<br><sup>3</sup>[Brandon does a <strong>Knowledge (Nature)</strong> check to determine if he knows what sort of creature is making those sounds based on the snarls</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strangler</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 09:31:57</strong>
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				Selwyn did not awaken all at once. He had always been a deep and placid sleeper. Left to his own devices he loved nothing better than to lay still in bed until the sun had passed the noonday mark. His Dwarven companion Wyldred had often complained of his slovenliness in this regard, but Selwyn paid him no need. It was not that Selywyn <em>minded</em> waking early and promptly for the sake of an errand or a duty - but for him sleep was truly a marvel of nature. He sought it out with a degree of care and deliberation that any feline would surely appreciate. <br><br>This particular sleep, however, was altogether heavier. The events of the night had sunk the tiredness deep into his bones. <br><br>Selwyn's ears easily caught the murmur of conversation, but he did his best to ignore it. Somewhere in his subconscious he was aware of his state. He was cold, he was wet, he was leaning against something hard and slippery, the dampness in his clothes had caused chafing along the inside of his thighs, his hands were skinned in patches, his fingertips were ripe with splinters, his throat was raw from inhaling salt water and he really needed a piss. <br><br>---<br><br>Selwyn had been had been lucky when the ship had come apart, for even though he was thrown unceremoniously into the water, he was not swimming for long before he chanced upon a section of torn hull that was large flat enough to float. He'd clambered aboard as best he could, grimacing as the jagged edge of wood left holes in his breeches and bloodied his left shin. Fixed to the hull was a seemingly endless stretch of rope that trailed away into the sea.<br><br>All through the long night he sat there. The concentration of his weight upon the piece of hull -combined with the roiling of the sea- meant that his lower half was submerged in water. Periodically, a sea swell would wash over him completely. But he held on as tightly as he could to the length of rope that was attached to the hull. Anchored in this way, he did his best to keep his balance as the waves broke over and through him, drenching him with salt water that stung his throat, his eyes and his increasingly raw hands. <br><br>in time, Selwyn realized that the long length of trailing rope was attached to the distressed ship at the far end, and that he was being carried in its wake. Constantly amazed at the ferocity of the storm, and the speed at which he and the stricken vessel were pulled in one direction, Selwyn hoped against hope that the remainder of the <em>Dread Horizon</em> wouldn't be finally but out of it's misery by the storm and carried inexorably to the bottom of the sea. Long though the rope was, it surely paled against the unfathomable depths of the merciless sea. Selwyn knew that if the ship went down, the raft would go with it.<br><br>---<br><br>Eventually Selwyn succumbed to exhaustion; but he did not sleep. Instead he slumped down on the raft, only staying above the seawater by virtue of his numbed and bruised knees. The waves continued to batter him and the wind whipped spray and saltwater into his stinging eyes so that there was never any point to be had in opening them; there was nothing to look at out there, save a glimpse of a moonlit wave-crest through the ceaseless drumming rain. <br><br>Selywyn's muscles felt pulled and torn. They ached painfully whenever he made anything but the slowest and simplest movements. His grip upon the rope that ensured his safety had become weak and loose and the rocking motion of the raft constantly threatened to spill him into the sea. Even so, Selwyn did not dare tie the rope to a limb lest the raft tip or capsize and take him under. Instead, he coiled it lightly around his right arm, locking that in place with his left. He hoped it would be enough.<br><br>---<br><br>When the ship and the trailing raft had finally closed towards that bleak storm-blown shore, Selwyn had slid from the raft into the water and made a frantic bid for land. As he had hit the water he experienced momentary panic. Beyond exhausted by the events of the long and terrible night, he wondered if he'd even have the strength to overcome the 50 yards or so of shallow, choppy sea to reach the shoreline. But as he began to swim a desperate determination took ahold of him and breathed life into his weary frame.<br><br>Though his muscles screamed their reproach at his efforts, Selwyn soon found himself scrambling onto the first few of an outcrop of sharp, slippery rocks. Selwyn clambered over the rocks, but kept going. He stopped only when he found shelter. <br><br>His resting place was a large rock rooted in sour-smelling sand, with an overhang that guarded against the worst of the wind and rain. He had sat down there, rested his back against the hard slippery rock, and fallen swiftly asleep<br><br>---<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowOfHeaven</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 16:33:30</strong>
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				<strong>Upon an Unfamiliar Shore<br>EVERYONE</strong><br><br>The attention of the survivors keen, it becomes clear to all by the basso profondo of the creature's snarling that it is undoubtedly capable of ferocity. <strong>Sae'Ka, Theresa, and Brandon</strong> become aware of the subtle chop of splashing hidden within the more enveloping rocking of the ship's hull within the tide. While <strong>Maron, and Adrian</strong> can hear the urgent desperation in the sounds coming from the creature, <strong>Brandon</strong> is convinced by the nature of the sounds that the animal, obscured by the wood of the hull, is likely canine or some variation thereof. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yesiroleplay</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 17:50:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Theresa06.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Theresa<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Day 1.<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The beach, near the floating section of hull<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Brandon, Sae'Ka<br><br>Theresa was still unsure about the situation, and her head still hurt.&nbsp; But someone had to do something, and she was never one to let others make her decisions for her.&nbsp; <strong>"If it was with the ship, then it belonged to someone."</strong>&nbsp; She observed.&nbsp; <strong>"We have to at least check if it's all right."</strong>&nbsp; She turned toward the broken section of hull and stepped into the surf, wading toward the object and the creature trapped inside.&nbsp; <strong>"Besides, there might be something we can use in there with it."</strong>&nbsp; She added, hoping to motivate the practical drow girl.&nbsp; <strong>"Does anyone see a way in?"</strong>&nbsp; She looked over the section of hull, timing the rocking motion and the play of surf and wave against the half-floating pile of wood.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OoC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Spot check for any hatches, holes, or other ways in.&nbsp; Also - where is the high tide mark on the beach and/or rocks?&nbsp; And does the tide seem to be stable, coming in, or going out?</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>On the beach     Tag: Maron, Theresa, Brandon, Sae'ka</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>victoria4</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 18:06:33</strong>
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				<strong>"There's some animal trapped in there, yet!"</strong>&nbsp; Callenda released Maron, and took a few steps toward the wreckage, listening.&nbsp; <strong>"We have to do... something."</strong>&nbsp; She wasn't sure what that something could be, but no way would she leave an animal to drown in the wreckage if there was anything she could do about it.<br><br>Despite her chill, the young woman splashed unhesitatingly back into the water, working her way directly toward the sound.&nbsp; As she approached, the sounds grew louder, and perhaps more frantic, though that may have been her imagination.&nbsp; <strong>"It's trapped..."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>She didn't concern herself with the nature of the beast, for now - her priority was to find a way to get to it.&nbsp; She looked about, noting a nude survivor seemingly of the same mind.&nbsp; Callenda dove under the water, still a competent swimmer despite her exhaustion, forcing herself to ignore the cold and find any route to whatever poor creature was still caught inside some shattered portion of the wreck.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Like Theresa, searching for any potential openings, above or below the water (Spot check)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 19:22:44</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Sae'Ka<br><strong>Location:</strong> The beach, near the floating section of hull<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Theresa, Brandon, Callenda<br><hr><br>Sae'Ka just smirked knowingly in response to the naked woman's joke before giving her a hand up and giving her a brief once-over, apparently unconcerned with subtlety. She definitely would have kept that one for herself had she come across her during a raid, but unfortunately the current scenario was very different. Still, she could appreciate the fact that Theresa didn't seem afraid and in fact still had a sense of humor despite having been shipwrecked and stranded on a beach without a shred of clothing to cover any of that pretty caramel flesh. <br><br>Much more than she appreciated the white knight who'd introduced himself as Brandon, and who was already getting on her nerves with his questions and his <em>ma'ams</em> and his apparent need to take on the role of the nude woman's protector. It made it all the more amusing when Theresa asked Sae'Ka for a hand up instead of accepting the sinewy blond man's offer for help.<br><br>The dark elf's focus soon shifted back towards the large chunk of the Dread Horizon's hull floating nearby from where the audible scratching and clawing sounds were coming from. When Brandon insisted that it couldn't have been anything too dangerous trapped inside, she had to wonder if he was truly that naive or if it was some lame attempt at being comforting. On the other hand, the way in which Theresa attempted to convince her that they should go have a closer look by using what little information she'd been able to gather about her and appealing to her sensitivities made Sae'Ka huff with slight amusement. Clever and practical girl, she had to admit.<br><br>Regardless, the dark elf had already intended to see what it was that was stuck in the nearby flotsam. While Theresa and some of the others who'd gathered nearby, attracted by the noises, voiced concerns about the animal's wellbeing, however, Sae'Ka was thinking about her own survival. She had no idea whether the game in the nearby forest would be plentiful or scarce, nor did she have anything to hunt with other than a dagger which wouldn't prove particularly useful, so whatever was in that piece of hull could represent a meal or (hopefully) several.<br><br>Pulling out the dagger which she'd tucked into her boot, she followed in Theresa's footsteps, brusquely shoving anyone who had the misfortune of standing in her way aside. Theresa and a second woman seemed to have the task of examining the flotsam covered, so Sae'Ka contented herself to just wade into the uncomfortably cold water and wait nearby, ready to pounce if and when the trapped animal was released.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 19:39:50</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Brandon Circeli<br><strong>Location</strong>: The beach, near the floating section of hull<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Theresa, Sae'Ka, Callenda<br><br>"<strong>It's a dog</strong>" Brandon proclaimed as he came to the realization just what those snarls were, "<strong>At least, it's <em>probably</em> a dog. Might be a wolf for all we know. Point is, it's no grumpkin or big cat.</strong>" Any sort of canine would be invaluable for the trials of survival the group will have to face ahead. A dog or wolf would mean an easier time hunting, a source of warmth or companionship, and if the worst comes to pass, a good protector and source of meat. All in all, it'd be something best rescued out of the wreckage.<br><br>Brandon followed after the others towards the shipwreck, noting most of them were looking for a way into the ship itself. Odds are most of them would know little in the way of calming a frightened (or enraged) animal, something Brandon's had plenty of experience in, "<strong>when we find this thing</strong>" Brandon states as they look over the wreckage for a way in, "<strong>just... Leave handling it to me.</strong>"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">[Brandon joins in to <strong>Spot</strong> an opening into the wreckage (1d20+7)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lidian</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 20:51:39</strong>
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				Shae... couldn't help but disagree with everyone currently making their way to the ship, and by extension what ever growling and snarling creature was trapped inside.&nbsp; As far as Shae was concerned, It could stay right where it was because the last thing she wanted to do right now was fight off some angry beast with barely any clothing on. She'd glance up to Adrian with a bit of a concerned look.<br><br>"I have spells, not many, I'm really not much of a mage... I certainly don't have anything offensive right now... Kind of hate to admit it but I'm a bit defenseless at the moment unless I find a weapon. If they wanna poke that thing with a proverbial stick that's all well and good... I think we should try our best to avoid upsetting it further." She'd say as she'd put her shoulders back, lowering herself slightly and stepping back and away from the ship, attempting to spot a place where she could hide, but still watch whatever madness was about to unfold. She would also take a moment to look up, trying to assess whether or not it would be a time where they'd have to worry about that creature being some sort of werewolf. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">I'm thinking... a hide roll? Which is a 1d20+9 for me</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>victoria4</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 21:04:50</strong>
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				Two other strangers were in the water nearby - a topless, dusky elf with a dagger in hand, and a young man who seemed unthreatened by the animal, as he joined in the search.&nbsp; Of course the poor thing would be frantic, but getting it out of the wreckage was the first step toward calming it.<br><br>She wasn't so sure about leaving any animal-handling to this fellow, but they'd see what they'd see, soon enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 21:19:32</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“My name?” the redhead asked, opening her eyes slowly and letting them focus on the other girl.&nbsp; She gave a soft smile, remembering one of the priests giving her a similar treatment after she’d taken a nasty bump in training.&nbsp; “My name’s Maron.”&nbsp; She deliberately reached out and clasped the other girl’s wrist.&nbsp; “You’re Calendra.&nbsp; &nbsp;Well met, Callie.&nbsp; I think I’m going to be all right.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The redhead brushed at her watery shoulders again, then turned on the piece of rubble and pointed one toe, then the other, to stretch the ankles. She wiggled her toes inside her thigh high, soft leather boots, then looked back at the girl how helped her.&nbsp; “Oh!” She giggled, “You’re pretty…&nbsp; Sorry,” she gave a rueful chuckle.&nbsp; “I can see better now.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;More people were getting up and about.&nbsp; Someone asked about fire.&nbsp; “ I've got some wood over here,” She offered.&nbsp; Maron rose carefully, then nodded when she found she was able to balance normally.&nbsp; One hand went to her shoulder and she sighed.&nbsp; Looking around, she asked, “Has anyone seen a cherry wood trunk with a lion’s head on the lock?”&nbsp; She touched the holy medallion of Torm which might well be the only article presented to her at her knighthood to survive the crash.&nbsp; “Or a flamberge?”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Maron noted a dark haired, nude beauty coming conscious not far away and sitting up, sand half covering but not concealing the fullness of her breasts.&nbsp; She blushed a little, and her nipples hissed at her they swelled despite the chill that already afflicted them.&nbsp; The dark elf, it turned out, was quite beautiful herself.&nbsp; The redhead shivered and resisted the temptation to search her soul for evil intent.&nbsp; It wouldn’t be proper—given that they’d surely need to trust each other to survive.&nbsp; If she couldn’t extend that trust how could she expect it of another?&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As time passed, the redhead worked to pull apart pieces of wreckage and spread them out above the high water line to dry, intending to be able to build a fire.&nbsp; She also set aside a few likely cudgels.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Occasionally, the paladin glanced up at the alien sky.&nbsp; Shivers shot through her every time.&nbsp; “Where is Selune,” She whispered, inquiring why the moon of their home world was not in sight, trailed by her crystalline tears.&nbsp; Instead, there were two moons that she’d never seen before.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The truth, though, was that she asked where the moon goddess was so she wouldn't have to ask where her beloved Torm had gone…&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The growls and howls forced her to focus, and she gathered the two best cudgels she’d found.&nbsp; Shouldering one, she offered the other to anyone who seemed sturdy and unarmed.&nbsp; “So it’s a dog?&nbsp; Let’s see if we can find it.”&nbsp; The redhead padded down the beach.&nbsp; She paused before entering the water too get a better look around—she’d finally managed to get dry—but if the animals next noise continued to lead her further out, that was where she would go.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowOfHeaven</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 21:45:59</strong>
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				Though they are not long from the sea, those who wade out are quickly reminded of the chill nature of those rough waters. The nude <strong>Theresa</strong> immediately struck by the intensity of it, but <strong>Brandon, Maron, and Callenda </strong>find that their clothing offers little in the way of protection against such an unforgiving cold. Despite her resistance to the cold, even <strong>Sae'Ka</strong> cannot easily shrug off the winter's bite. The crest of each wave is capped in white beneath the moons, and the dark water aching hull of the ship rocks and groans before them.<strong> Callenda</strong>, the most eager among them, dives head-long into the water.<br><br>The ship is broken open at it's side, the masts shattered and hanging, with the white sails floating in the water in shreds. However, the opening by which one could easily gain access to the ship's interior rests beyond the sharp teeth of jagged rocks. Anyone venturing so far would run the danger of deeper water, crashing waves, and unforgiving stone. <strong>Sae'Ka and Shae's</strong> eyes are quick to pierce the darkness. The half-elf kept far back for her own protection, it is the <strong>dark elf</strong> who first spots the hatch atop the deck and determines that a climb could deliver an explorer into the hull without risking the rocks and crashing waves.<br><br>[Sae'Ka: spotted a hatch]<br>[Shae: is confident she is hidden]<br>[Sae'Ka, Brandon, Maron, and Theresa status change, -1 constitution (temporary). Consider for HP and Saving Throws]<br>[Callenda status change, -2 constitution (temporary). Consider for HP and Saving Throws]<br>[Maron has obtained a club]
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yesiroleplay</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 22:13:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Theresa06.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Theresa<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Day 1.<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The beach, near the floating section of hull<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Brandon, Callenda, Maron, Sae'Ka<br><br>The cold bit deep, and despite her best efforts Theresa could not see a safe way into the shattered hull.&nbsp; <strong>"Perhaps we can come back during the day, or during low tide, or maybe after the winds die out."</strong>&nbsp; She offered, preventing the words from coming out in a shivery stutter by sheer force of will.&nbsp; Still, not one to easily give up, she angled around the hull, not venturing toward the rocks or out to sea, but at making an attempt to view the wreckage from another angle.&nbsp; <strong>"We can't stay in the water for long."</strong>&nbsp; She fretted, though she was sure that even the slowest of her companions needed no reminder of the danger.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OoC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Basically treading water, as it were, until Sae'Ka relates her discovery.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 22:20:26</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Brandon Circeli<br><strong>Location</strong>: The beach, near the floating section of hull<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Theresa, Sae'Ka, Callenda<br><br>Crossing his arms against his chest for contemplation as much as warmth, Brandon's jaw inadvertently began to chatter as the frigid sharpness of the water set into his frame. Clenching his jaw, he tried to call upon memories of times when he was in similarly frigid conditions, out hunting some winter quarry. The sight of the ship furrowed his brow, causing him to casually glance at the others around him as he muttered, his light green eyes returning to the Dread Horizon's final resting place, "<strong>Gonna be a bitch to get in there, that's for sure, although I bet we'll find more then just a mutt in there.</strong>"<br><br>The possibility of food or drink reminded the Hunter just how parched and hungry he was, his stomach feeling closer to a hollow pit then an organ, his tongue sticking whenever he set it to wagging. He took in another deep breath of the salty air before stating, "<strong>One of us is gonna have to climb up those rocks and throw down a rope or somethin' for the rest of us. I'd be up for it, but... Well...</strong>" Circeli shrugged, feeling a bit embarrassed by the predicament, "<strong>I'm not all too good at it myself. With gear I'm fine, but the way that ship's rockin'</strong>" Brandon thumbed towards the vicious looking rocks set against the shipwreck, "<strong>I'd be more like to get dashed against those then anything.</strong>"<br><br>A part of Brandon knew it was a mistake to come out into the surf with the others, his expertise laying mainly in the other realms of survival; hunting, gathering, building tools, fires and rudimentary weapons. The prospect of obtaining a potentially useful animal made the endeavor worth it, at least in his eyes.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">[Brandon does a <strong>Fortitude</strong> save to delay the effects of cold, hunger and thirst (d20+3)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 22:24:29</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Sae'Ka<br><strong>Location:</strong> The beach, near the floating section of hull<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Theresa<br><hr><br>"Fuck that, I'm not coming back later to freeze my tits off a second time," Sae'Ka nearly growled, though it was more out of discomfort from the frigid water than due to Theresa's suggestion, which wasn't entirely unreasonable. Without another word, she got busy climbing her way up the hull towards the hatch that she was pretty sure she'd spotted, figuring that anyone else who wanted to follow would notice her and get the message.
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				Title: <strong>By the wrecked ship   TAG: Maron, any near the wreck</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>victoria4</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 22:57:54</strong>
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				(back in time a little)<br><br><strong>"Maron.&nbsp; Yes... yes, you <em>are</em> going to be all right."</strong>&nbsp; The blonde ranger twisted her hand around to squeeze the striking red-head's wrist in return.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Though we have some challenges ahead of us."</strong><br><br>Callenda looked a bit startled, then grinned at Maron's compliment.&nbsp; <strong>"You think so?&nbsp; Maybe we should be worried about that bump after all."</strong>&nbsp; It felt good to joke, however feebly, as they huddled together, seeing other survivors starting to move about.&nbsp; An accidental glance down at Maron's torn, translucent top revealed her quite-apparent stiffness, no doubt due to cold.&nbsp; Callenda was wracking her sluggish brain for a joke that would serve to alert the redhead without being too daring, but soon there were other demands to distract her, and the blonde hurried toward the wreck, leaving Maron to gather wood.&nbsp; She entirely missed the comment about Selune, and hadn't yet looked up herself.<br><br><br>(back in the present)<br><br>The icy water, despite her brave attempts to ignore it, was starting to make her stiff, her fingers clumsy, and she knew there was real danger here if she couldn't find a way to get warm.&nbsp; Her mind seemed clear enough for now, but she still realized that those with hypothermia typically thought themselves safe until it was too late.&nbsp; Hopefully this awareness was a sign that it <em>wasn't</em> too late, but... was she fooling herself?<br><br><strong>"Can anyone still on shore get a fire started?"</strong>&nbsp; She called out in the general direction of the beach, and her voice was unsteady, jaw tight.&nbsp; Still she was driven by the sounds from within the hull... when the dark elf started climbing purposefully, Callenda hoped this meant she had found something.&nbsp; It meant leaving the water, too, which was incentive enough to send the ranger scrambling after the half-naked stranger, forcing her hands to grasp and pull, her bare feet to scrabble against the boards.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Climb +3, if needed</div></div><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yesiroleplay</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 23:17:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Theresa06.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Theresa<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Day 1.<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The beach, near the floating section of hull<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Callenda, Sae'Ka<br><br>Theresa was fighting the shivers femanfully, but it was all she could do to keep from hugging herself and rubbing her arms and hopping to build warmth - all of which would be useless while waist-deep in icy water.&nbsp; She winced at the dark elve's response, but had to admit that the female's spirit was akin to her own.&nbsp; Now that they'd started the task, she'd just as soon finish.&nbsp; She watched the lithe dark female grip and lift herself up the hull, pulling herself out of the water in the process.&nbsp; For Theresa, climbing a wall of slick wet wood while fighting the weather, the waves, and the cold simply wasn't an option.&nbsp; She was no acrobat, nor even a gymnast.&nbsp; She could, however, help someone else.&nbsp; Perhaps in turn getting aid of her own.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OoC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Aid Another check to help Sae'ka climb - hopefully next round someone is high and dry and can give my charrie a lift up.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 01:06:45</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Brandon<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; Day 1.<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; The beach, near the floating section of hull<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Callenda, Sae'Ka, Theresa<br><br>Shivering in the water, Brandon watched as Sae'ka and then Callenda made their ascent on the Dread Horizon, a part of him warming up at the prospect that dry clothes and hopefully a warm fire were beginning to get that much closer to the waterlogged group. Watching as Theresa moved to help Sae'ka with her climbing, Brandon noticed the Bard had the better idea than just standing there freezing his ass off. Wading a tad bit deeper into the water, Brandon got in position to help Callenda in any way he can for her climb.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">[Brandon moves to <strong>Aid Another</strong>, specifically Callenda in her climb check]<br><br>(OOC: Completely forgot about the Aid Another action until you mentioned it yesiroleplay, thanks! Hopefully both Sae'ka and Callenda will get up there safely to give us a lift)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strangler</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 03:26:12</strong>
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				Name: Selwyn<br>Time:&nbsp; Day 1.<br>Location:&nbsp; Nearby an outcrop of rocks, a short distance from the wreck.<br>Tagged: Callenda, Sae'Ka, Theresa, Brandon.<br><br>---<br><br><strong>"Hello over there!"</strong> Selwyn shouted. He repeated the shout and waved in a friendly manner, trying to catch the attention of the folks wading about in the shallow water in the shadow of the hull. Without waiting for a reply, he began the short walk towards the group. <br><br>Selywyn's clothes had dried a little during the night, but the residual dampness sent a chill through him as the wind carried across the beach. He wondered how those in the frigid water could stand it. <br><br>As he headed down the shore -stepping gingerly to avoid cutting his bare feet on stones in his path- he cast his eyes all about him, trying to spy a bucket, a leather pouch, a sturdy jug... anything that could contain some fresh water. His shouting had impressed upon him an urgent need to quench his thirst.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Selwyn makes a <strong>Spot</strong> check for a container. <br><br><em>At 2012-11-29 20:23:21, Strangler (uid: 39887) rolls: 1d20 Result: 18</em></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 13:13:16</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Adrian Lizban<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Day 1.<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The beach, near the beached ship<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; No one<br><br>Adrian nods to Shaun when she goes to hiding, he himself goes closer and hears there is animal, likely dog or wolf trapped in the ship. He tries recall did he see any such anima while onboard.....he rubs with his arms on himself to try keep his body more warmer feeling in his moist robes.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Wisdom check to remember the trip more in detail</div><div class="spoiler_body">Wisdom check 18 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=42298)<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowOfHeaven</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 18:15:54</strong>
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				<strong>Upon An Unfamiliar Shore, Wreckage of the Dread Horizon.</strong><br><br>Her skirts asunder, the thick wood of the ship's hull is warped and displaced. Though she will never sail again, this aids Sae'Ka and Callenda in their task. Given aid by Theresa and Brandon, the two easily begin their climb up the side of the ship. The wood, despite being splintered, is both damp and slick. The women climb with determination and skill, and though Sae'Ka reaches the tip with a firm grasp of her hand on the edge of the deck, Callenda's hands find a piece of wood too loose to hold her weight. The splintered structure snaps and in an instant the ranger is falling back down toward the water! Tormented by the frigid cold, Sae'Ka, Brandon, and Theresa cannot react in time to catch falling girl. Luckily for her, the churning waves are a relatively forgiving place to land. <br><br>Upon the deck of the Dread Horizon, Sae'Ka finds it difficult to keep her footing and must proceed with caution. <br>Ropes and tattered sail hang about as quiet apparitions. The hatch before her is open.<br><br>Meanwhile, Selwyn has an easy time liberating a leather pouch from one of the dead. <br>Though, finding fresh water may prove more difficult.<br><br>[Sae'Ka and Callenda: climb check success (with aid)]<br><br>[Sae'Ka: climb success, reflex fail]<br>[Callenda: climb fail]<br>[Brandon, Theresa: reflex fail]<br><br>[Brandon, Theresa, and Maron suffer -1 constitution damage]<br>[Callenda suffers -2 constitution damage]<br><br>[Selwyn obtained a leather pouch]
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yesiroleplay</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 18:51:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Theresa06.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Theresa<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Day 1.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beside the wreckage of the Dread Horizon.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Brandon, Callenda, Sae'Ka<br><br>She threw all her efforts into shoving the dark elven lass up the slick splintered side of the vessel.&nbsp; Perhaps her hands encountered sensitive areas, maybe she pushed too hard in certain places.&nbsp; Maybe, but if she did the acts didn't even register on her.&nbsp; One thing she could say about the piercing cold...&nbsp; her headache was gone.&nbsp; But her legs no longer felt cold, they felt aflame from the inside out, and the burning sensation was growing both in both intensity and area.&nbsp; She couldn't believe the pain - it was almost all she could think about.&nbsp; It was certain worse than anything she'd ever felt before. Shivering, freezing, hurting, not to mention naked...&nbsp; She couldn't stand it any longer.&nbsp; Even without help, she had to get out of the water.&nbsp; And the closest place to do that was right in front of her.<br><br>Reach.&nbsp; Grab.&nbsp; Lift.&nbsp; <br><br>Step. Reach.&nbsp; Grab.&nbsp; Lift. <br><br>The rough surface of the broken hull should have been an easy climb, but the wind and the wet and the salt-sting of seawater in her eyes and most of all the numbing pain in her lower body transformed the easy into the heroic.&nbsp; Whimpering, dragging, struggling, each inch gained seemed to drain more from her fading body.&nbsp; She had to go on, not just to help some unknown animal trapped in the shattered hull, but for her own survival.<br><br>Step. Reach.&nbsp; Grab.&nbsp; Lift. Step.<br><br>She was going to make it!&nbsp; She could see a gap in the broken bulwark down into the top board of the side... the gunwale, Kyern had called it during better times when the young officer assigned himself the duty of giving her a tour of the ship.&nbsp; She wondered if Kyern still lived?&nbsp; Focus...&nbsp; Just a few more feet and she'd be over the edge and on the uneven but relatively flat deck.&nbsp; She could do it... she had to do it!<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OoC</div><div class="spoiler_body">climb check, of course</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 19:03:18</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Sae'Ka<br><strong>Location:</strong> The beach, near the floating section of hull<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Theresa, everyone else nearby<br><hr><br>The wind lashing out at Sae'Ka's exposed flesh felt several times worth now that she was soaked up to her shoulders, causing even the resilient dark elf to shiver as she undertook the deceptively treacherous climb towards the top of the flotsam. She almost slipped off once, similarly to the other woman that had begun climbing the broken hull section, but unlike the ranger she managed to cling onto the wood thanks to some assistance from below.<br><br>Glancing down briefly, Sae'Ka noticed the bronze woman helping her despite the fact that she was still standing in the freezing water, completely nude. She was impressed, and despite anything else that she might have been, the dark elf was not ungrateful. She didn't even mind that Theresa had firmly grabbed hold of both halves of her ass at one point to help push her up over the final stretch. <br><br>Once she'd reached the top, Sae'Ka held off on going straight for the hatch, wanting first to repay the favor to Theresa by helping her out of the water as well. Realizing that time was of the essence and that her newfound potential ally would be inching closer towards hypothermia with every passing second, she swiftly searched her surroundings for any piece of rope that might be long enough to tie around a solid portion of the wreckage and throw down to Theresa and the others. If that proves impossible, Sae'Ka will do her best to pull the naked woman up herself, though she won't bother with anyone else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 20:00:01</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Brandon<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; Day 1<br><strong>Location</strong>: Beside the wreckage of the Dread Horizon.<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Theresa, Callenda, Sae'Ka<br><br>Every second in the surf was becoming more and more unbearable, the frigid water numbing his legs and causing his fingers and arms to become clumsy and unwieldy. <em><strong>Just a few more moments</strong></em> Brandon reminded himself as he watched Callenda and Sae'ka ascend, <strong><em>just a few moments more and you'll find yourself out of this water, hopefully with something to get you warm.</em></strong><br><br>Glancing towards the other group on the beach, Brandon was surprised to see they didn't make much of an effort to try and get a fire going. Although Brandon believed this may have been due to a simple lack of materials or expertise, the flowing robes of one of the men on the shore seemed reminiscent of a wizard, "<strong>and here I was thinking wizards had magic to aid them</strong>" Brandon said to himself, trying to keep his mind off the biting cold that seeped deeper into his frame with every passing second. With his attention focused elsewhere, Brandon noticed, too late, that Callenda had lost her footing, falling towards the water even as Sae'ka made it over the railing.<br><br>Brandon made a move to catch Callenda as she fell, but it was a futile effort, the Ranger splashing into the frigid water a few feet in front of Circeli. Although Callenda was unharmed from the fall, the pallor of her skin and visibly clammy texture was cause for concern, all the more reminding Brandon of the growing threat of hypothermia for the both of them. If the Dark Elf and Bard don't throw down a rope soon, Brandon will have no choice but to head on back to the beach and get a fire going.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">[Brandon will make a climb check (if one is needed) if Sae'ka throws down a rope (1d20.)]<br>[If a rope is not thrown down, Brandon will make a beeline for the beach and get a fire going using whatever materials are on hand (Survival check? Would be 1d20+7)]</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strangler</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 20:24:42</strong>
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				Name: Selwyn Baraccus<br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/40/Mag2.png)</div>Time:&nbsp; Day 1.<br>Location:&nbsp; The beach, near the beached ship.<br>Tagged: Adrian Lizban<br><br>---<br><br>Selwyn stopped beside a red-robed spellcaster who was standing more or less still, looking transfixed in deep thought. Selwyn wasn't sure if the spellcaster had noticed him or not, but he was happy to utilize the moment to observe him. <br><br>Selwyn had first glimpsed the spellcaster during the voyage itself; albeit only at a distance. At the time his beautiful long dark hair and the folds of his robe had hidden his face and full form from view. As a result Selwyn had not been sure at the time if the figure was a man or woman. Up close, however, the spellcaster was striking; possessing a lithe frame and smooth, pale skin. Selwyn felt very relieved to be in his presence. He was the first individual he recognized from the voyage.<br>&nbsp;<br>A tactile person, Selwyn's first instinct was to grip him on the shoulder in a friendly manner. However he hesitated and his hand dropped back down to his side. Selwyn knew that not all took kindly to such a familiar approach. Instead, he spoke:<br><br><strong>"Hello there... friend. I think I've seen you before, up on on deck-</strong><br><br>Selwyn heard someone calling out to him over the whistling wind. His gaze moved back towards the vessel at the same instant as a loud crack told of wood splintering. His eyes took in a man who cursed as he tried, but failed, to catch a falling girl. The girl plunged into the water with a sizeable splashed. She quickly resurfaced, gasping for air.<br><br><strong>"What in the outer planes are they doing?!"</strong> He said aloud.<br><br>---<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>victoria4</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 20:34:34</strong>
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				Location:&nbsp; In the water again, darn it<br>Tagged:&nbsp; Brandon, Sae'Ka, others nearby<br><br>Callenda cried out as she toppled back, bouncing once off the curve of the ship's hull, and hitting the water with a splash and surge that further wetted those waiting below.&nbsp; The icy water couldn't be ignored - she felt chilled right through, and any further attempt to climb the slick sides was beyond her will.<br><br>The poor creature was still trapped inside, but this ranger would not be the one to assist, as things stood.&nbsp; If the dark elf up on the hull was able to find a rope or even a section of sail that could aid in clambering up the hull, Callenda would try again, with the others.&nbsp; If not, she had to get to shore, and hope that someone had progressed towards making a fire.<br><br>While waiting to see what Sae'Ka could do, Callenda raised her voice, trembling like the rest of her, attempting to soothe the beast inside - just to reassure it it wasn't alone, that help was coming; this might help it calm itself, and wait less aggressively....
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowOfHeaven</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 20:59:13</strong>
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				<strong>Upon An Unfamiliar Shore, At the Wreckage of the Dread Horizon.</strong><br><br>The many ropes that hung from the broken masts and booms were as the hair of a lonely corpse tossed by the unkind wind. It was easy for <strong>Sae'Ka</strong> to obtain a length that seemed able enough to support the weight of others, pull down or cut a bit of it, and lower it down to be used to climb the otherwise difficult side of the slick hull.&nbsp; This provided a relatively easy ascent for <strong>Theresa, Brandon, and Callenda</strong>. Though, the <strong>others</strong> would still need to decide whether or not it was worth the danger. Presumably,<strong> Maron</strong> would rather climb than continue in the cold water. <br><br>Though the <strong>Dark Elf</strong>'s eyes most easily pierced the dark corridors beneath the hatch, the others would have a very difficult time without the aid of some sort of light within the ship. Within, the groans of the broken lady were otherworldly, and those who ventured within could feel that they had entered into a most sullen and dreadful place. The bodies of most who had died within has been washed out onto the beach, but now and then a corpse could be found. All paths lead down, and the source of the animal's sounds seemed to come from the cargo hold of the ship, within which none so far had been allowed to pass, prior to the crash.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strangler</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 21:24:08</strong>
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				Name: Selwyn Baraccus<br>Time:&nbsp; Day 1.<br>Location:&nbsp; The beach, near the beached ship.<br><br>---<br><br><strong>"Fuck it."</strong> Selwyn declared, and quickly began to strip off.<br><br>He had always been a slave to his curiosity. The roars of the mysterious animal within the hull and the group's intent to... (to do what, exactly?) ...had aroused this in full force. Selwyn couldn't bear the thought of being left on the sidelines while others were in peril. It was against his nature.<br><br>He stripped off his clothes, taking care to throw them on the nearest dry patch of sand. He would be damned if he was going to wear soaked garments for a second time. He then raced into the water, heading for the rope. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Selwyn</div><div class="spoiler_body">Selwyn's naked form is fairly firm, but otherwise quite average-looking. That is except for his upper chest and shoulders, which are muscular and well-defined (from years of rock-climbing and wrestling). A finely-inked tattoo of lightest blue covers his arms and chest. The tattoo is made up of intricate and interlocking symbols, characters and vines.<br><br>---<br><br>For any looking: Selwyn's penis isn't small per se, but the cold water hasn't done him any favors.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lidian</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 22:51:28</strong>
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				Shae would poke her head out from behind the rock smirking at the gentleman who decided to strip off her person, being the sort to never take anything entirely seriously she'd stick two fingers in her mouth and whistle a cat call at him, hoping to remain unseen for the moment. After she had gotten that moment of immaturity out of her system she'd look over at Adrian. Now satisfied in that some horrible monster wasn't about to come barreling out of the wreckage of the ship she'd raise herself onto her feet. <br><br>"While they go and probably go and get themselves killed we aught to go find some firewood. Maybe some fruit if the trees would be bearing right now, judging on how cold it is... Probably not." She'd say, more thinking out loud then talking.&nbsp; She'd say, biting her thumb slightly as she'd think. <br>"Best to do it in a pair if you wanna come along, not that I'm much help right now. Safety in numbers though, right?" She'd ask as she'd cant her head and look at the line of trees. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Not sure if the DM would want Search or Survival, I'm gonna guess it would be search to find wood and Survival to find food? My search is at a +8 and Survival is a grand ole +1. </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yesiroleplay</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 23:16:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Theresa06.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Theresa<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Day 1.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the wreckage of the Dread Horizon.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Brandon, Callenda, Sae'Ka, others that climb aboard<br><br><br>The relief Theresa felt at being whipped by the chill wind was profound.&nbsp; Cold as the wind-blown salt-spray was, it felt almost balmy compared to the water she'd just escaped.&nbsp; <strong>"Thank you."</strong>&nbsp; She acknowledged the invaluable help of the drow warrior, stepping close to give her a grateful if brief hug.&nbsp; <strong>"You may have saved my life."</strong>&nbsp; She left it at that for the moment.&nbsp; Turning her attention to the looming inky pit presented beyond the open hatch.<br><br><strong>"Well, whatever else, it's out of the wind."</strong>&nbsp; She suggested with merciless optimism, stepping through the hatch into the rocking bowels of the busted ship.&nbsp; Immediately, she began searching around the doorway for a lantern or some other source of light.&nbsp; Such things were commonly placed near portals, and on board a ship they were usually secured quite well.&nbsp; One could hope anyway.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OoC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Search check for a ship's lantern or anything else of interest just inside the hatch.&nbsp; If possible, I'd like to take twenty - which would take 2 full minutes but at least she'd be searching out of the worst of the elements.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowOfHeaven</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 23:32:24</strong>
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				<strong>Upon An Unfamiliar Shore, On the Beach<br>Shae and Adrian, Theresa</strong><br><br>Selwyn, quickly free of his clothing, provided quite the view for the subtle Shae and her not so subtle cat-calling. The man was off into the water soon enough, and when she put herself to the finding of firewood, presumably with the help of Adrian, she found that there was no shortage of small and large pieces of wood about by which to build a fire. However, the dry kindling that would be needed to begin the fire, less she desired to be at it for hours or even days on end, was not readily available on the beach. The near tree line of the forest farther up the sand would provide the most likely source of brush and twigs.<br><br>Meanwhile, aboard the ship, Theresa would quickly discover that the lantern and torches that might have been waiting for her near the hatch were either smashed to bits or taken by others during the storm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 23:46:48</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Sae'Ka<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the broken hull section<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Theresa<br><hr><br>Sae'Ka hadn't been expecting the little sign of affection from Theresa, but she couldn't say that the warmth of the woman's body was unwelcome, nor was the feelings of their breasts and nipples grazing against each other. She replied with a soft grunt of approval and a quick squeeze of Theresa's smooth, curvaceous backside, never having been the timid type when she was something that she liked. Perhaps the two of them could thank each other later with more than just words, but for now there was a task at hand to be dealt with; the sooner the better so that they could get back to dry land and hopefully see about finding shelter and starting a fire.<br><br>While Theresa rummaged about in search of something, either a source of light or a weapon if the dark elf had to guess, Sae'Ka cautiously ventured forwards into the wreckage towards the cargo hold, drawing her dagger and keeping her keen eyes and ears peeled for any signs of the beast that was trapped within.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>victoria4</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 23:57:19</strong>
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				Name: Callenda<br>Location: In the hulk<br>Tag: Theresa, Sae'ka, Brandon, any others that climb &amp; enter<br><br>Bone-cold though she was, Callie could appreciate the nude woman's cup-is-half-full attitude.&nbsp; That's right, it was out of the wind, and the water - the darkness was oppressive, especially with the boat at this unnatural angle that made it impossible to assume a flat floor underfoot, but it was far better than staying up top.<br><br>Having come this far, the blonde ranger wasn't going to turn back.&nbsp; She entered the darkness, looking back to ensure she could still see the opening, to find her way back.&nbsp; She moved in a crouch, not crawling, but with hands feeling forward, and steps tentative.&nbsp; Eventually, however, she had to follow another hatchway toward the cargo hold, and lose direct sight of the open hatch to the sky.&nbsp; She just allowed herself to cross that threshold then froze, eyes straining - surely there'd be some glimmer of light through the opening seams and scuttles of the foundered Dread Horizon?&nbsp; (Or so she hoped!)&nbsp; There wouldn't be any below the waterline of course, so not in the hold itself, and now she couldn't remember how low portholes went, or even if there were any - it hadn't mattered when lanterns burned below decks.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 01:16:35</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Cedric Blackhand<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Shore<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone?...<br><hr><br>Cedric picked up the large piece of wood, hefting it in his hands. It felt good and solid. It wouldn't have been his first choice for a weapon, but any weapon would be helpful out here. He was extremely gratified to see a buckler washing up onshore as well. "It seems that I was not the only one traveling armed," he muttered, stooping to pick up the shield as well.<br><br>The balance felt a bit off; perhaps the wood had been warped by age, or the salt water, or both. Still, a shield was a shield and he didn't plan on complaining when he was equipped with something. Proceeding further toward the wreck, he kept his eyes peeled for any sign of other live people. He thought a few times he heard voices, but didn't call out for fear of them not being friendly.<br><br>Now that he was armed his next priority was food; perhaps he could scavenge some from the beached jetsam. If not, he was sure there would be something to eat further inland. Plus, the soaked wood washing up with the waves would serve no purpose for firewood. For that, he would need to also look inland.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 01:30:25</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Brandon<br><strong>Location</strong>: On the corpse of the Dread Horizon<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Theresa, Sae'ka, Callenda and (maybe) Selywn<br><br>Hastily clambering up the rope, Brandon was all too happy to leave the water for the reprieve of the Dread Horizon's planks. Pulling himself over the railing, Brandon arrived just in time to notice Theresa's appreciation for Sae'ka's assistance, raising an eyebrow at the display as he watched it with interest, "<strong>out of the wind and hopefully into some dry clothes</strong>" Brandon responded, wandering over to the ruined hatch that would lead them into the bowels of the ship.<br><br>As Brandon feared, the entrance leading into the ship's interior was dark and intractable, the Hunter muttering a curse at their plight before joining Theresa in searching for something to light their way. Like the bard his efforts were fruitless, reducing their options to either giving up or braving the darkness. Coming this far, Brandon was not ready to turn back, although a possible third option did present itself, "<strong>Your kind can see in the dark, right?</strong>" Brandon asked Sae'ka as she began to enter the hatch, "<strong>if you find anything we could use as a light source, bring it back.</strong>" A little demanding, but necessary under the conditions.<br><br>Callenda apparently wouldn't be willing to wait, and before Brandon could react she was inside the hatch, going further and further into the darkened hallways before he could even call out a warning. Left with just Theresa, Brandon moved to lean against one of the walls leading into the ship's interior, glancing from the nude woman to the inky interior, weighing his options. Waiting there and hoping someone will return with a lit candle or torch was a sure thing, but entering the void and searching for a source himself...<br><br>"<strong>This is a terrible idea</strong>" Brandon stated to Theresa as he pushed himself off the wall to begin walking into the darkness, "<strong>but hey, nothing ventured.</strong>" Before becoming completely out of view, Brandon turned back towards the bard, "<strong>this would be easier with an extra set of hands, want to come along?</strong>"<br><br>Whether she chose to follow or not, Brandon cautiously continued on into the ship's interior, lowering himself to follow with his hands as much as his eyes as he began to grope for anything that could either produce a spark or keep a flame.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">[<strong>Search</strong>, <strong>Spot</strong> and <strong>Listen</strong> checks to better navigate the dark recesses of the ship or find anything that could be used to produce light.]</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowOfHeaven</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 02:15:05</strong>
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				(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/164/9/7/__Wolf_in_Snow___by_WhiteSpiritWolf.jpg) (http://th05.deviantart.net/fs34/PRE/f/2008/311/1/c/1ced5f3a554752438cf4fd390ae6baca.jpg)<br><br><strong>Upon An Unfamiliar Shore, Aboard the Wreck of the Dread Horizon, Below Deck.<br>Sae'Ka, Brandon, Callenda, Theresa, Selwyn, and Maron.</strong><br><br>Once more into her depths, she is dark and cold. The majority of the group is forced to feel their way by touch in the pitch of the ship's bowels, with only the most rare sliver of moonlight by which to orientate, while <strong>Sae'Ka</strong> navigates the narrow passages with relative ease, despite the obvious need for caution. The Dread Horizon is canted at her side, and so to even walk through her corridors is a difficult process. Certainly, more than once, the <strong>Dark Elf</strong> feels her companions grasping at her flesh in order to get their bearings, whether intentional or not. <br><br>She smells of the sea, and still deep within the creature can be heard. Stepping down the broken stairs into the cargo hold of the ship, they are reacquainted with the immediate sound of the sea and the moonlight coming in through the ship's gaping wounds. The cargo deck is slanted, falling off into the water, and it becomes clear that the ship's rich bounty has been lost to the sea, but the forward portion of the hold has not yet been swallowed by the sea. <br><br>Those who have made it into the hold see quickly that the hold is home to many cages used for transporting animals and slaves, and while most are submerged hopelessly beneath the water, there is one that remains above the chilled water's surface. Within, is the snarling and angry form of a wolf with not one, but two tails, and fur as snow and desert sand. <strong>Sae'Ka</strong>, at the lead, steps over a body at the base of the stairs, but <strong>Theresa</strong>, unable to see quite as well, stumbles upon it, which then groans - revealing that <strong>Valen Ironheart</strong> is not dead at all, but alive! <br><br>However, there is little time for celebration, as those within the hold come to discover both that <strong>Brandon and Maron</strong> have been separated from the group. Moreover, it is <strong>Selwyn</strong> who spots the shapes moving within the water in the submerged potion of the cargo hold. There are creatures feasting upon the flesh of the dead!<br><br>Meanwhile, <strong>Brandon</strong> finds himself separated from the others by at least one corridor, and though he can hear them moving about, the sound of someone breathing within the dark becomes much more immediate. It is only a moment later that he feels the flesh of a woman press up against him, her flesh chilled by the unforgiving water. Theresa, possibly, by the shape. <br><br><strong>Upon An Unfamiliar Shore, On the Beach<br>Cedric, Ianna, Shae, and Adrian</strong><br>(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/002/4/6/beach_at_night_by_nfp-d368li4.jpg) (http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/310/4/3/43ae11d826415026e6a683b0904ebac2-d329e58.jpg)<br><br><strong>Shae</strong>, her attention turned toward the search for firewood, spots the shape of a man emerging through the fog. <strong>Cedric</strong>, searching for firewood alike, comes upon the beachward group. Under the assumption that she and <strong>Adrian</strong>, at least, begin to venture toward the edge of the forest to gather firewood, it becomes much easier to find the bits of kindling needed to start a fire of some substance. However, not long into their search, the beach party hears the sound of movement in the brush just within the edge of the forest. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yesiroleplay</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 03:02:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Theresa06.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Theresa<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Day 1.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the wreckage of the Dread Horizon.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Callenda, Sae'Ka, Selwyn, Valen (Brandon and Maron are apparently elsewhere)<br><br>The brief hug on deck lasted somewhat longer than Theresa planned, as the drow maid was was both bold and strong enough to hug back, pulling the fairer girl close.&nbsp; The strength of the ebony arms wrapped around her surprised the bard, and the power of the grip on her bare buttocks was a shock!&nbsp; She pulled free of Sae'ka's arms not one instant before the drow allowed, and the barbaric dark elf well knew it.&nbsp; She flashed a shy, almost demure smile at the bold warrior before following her into the inky depths below the warped deck.<br><br>Once her eyes adjusted, she found the light enough to stumble along without tripping.&nbsp; Usually without tripping anyway!&nbsp; When Sae'Ka stopped suddenly, Theresa stepped quickly to the side to avoid running into the black shadowy form she could barely discern.&nbsp; That's when she stepped on the body.&nbsp; <strong>"Yeek!"</strong>&nbsp; She squeaked out a near-parody of feminine surprise, compounding the stereotype by managing to fall into a pair of very strong and comfortably protective black arms.&nbsp; Perhaps it was artifice that helped her into those arms when her fall began while she was behind the powerful warrior.&nbsp; Perhaps her sidestep and stumble drew her even with rather than behind the barbaric warrior.&nbsp; Or maybe her yelp drew attention and caused a half-turn toward her companion.&nbsp; Whatever the case, she seemed quite content with the result. <strong>"You saved me."</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;She told her savior.&nbsp; Making no move to disengage herself, she paused a long instant before adding.&nbsp; <strong>"Again.</strong>&nbsp; <br><strong><br>"I stumbled on something.&nbsp; I think it was a body."</strong>&nbsp; She hung there another moment before adding.&nbsp; <strong>"I think it's a man, and I think he's alive."</strong> She seemed quite content to remain right where she was, inside the capable protection of Sae'Ka's right arm.&nbsp; In fact, it seemed likely the drow warrior would have to take action to deny Theresa the support of her strong arm and remove the girl from that protective embrace.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 03:33:07</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Brandon<br><strong>Time</strong>: Day 1<br><strong>Location</strong>: Inside the wreckage of the Dread Horizon.<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Unknown woman (anyone within shouting distance)<br><br>It's amazing how much can change in such short notice. The dark, waterlogged corridors Brandon walked through felt slick with a veneer of slime, smelling of brine and mildew that made the journey reminiscent of a cave after a rainstorm, yet only a day ago it was dry, well lit and smelling of life (sweat, vomit and waste, but life.) The juxtaposition was not lost on Circeli, who continued silently on the heels of the others who dared venture into the dead vessel's depths. Somewhere along the line Brandon made a mistake; a mis-step, a guess on which aperture the party took there, it was difficult to say, but the outcome was the same. After a few moments of silence, Brandon noticed the sounds of his compatriots coming from an altogether different section of the ship, which caused Brandon to stop moving to listen for the party's exact location, determining the best way to link back up with them until...<br><br>... Until he felt the cold flesh of someone press up against him. A woman, by the guess of the breasts against his back. The sensation caused him to jerk away and twist to face the woman, trying to use what scant light was available to him to determine just who the woman was (if her face wasn't observable, her skin color or state of dress would be evidence enough.) "<strong>Just as lost as I am, eh?</strong>" Brandon said, assuming it was either Theresa or Callendra, "<strong>well I can hear the rest of the group over there, we really need to find some proper clothes, you felt... Cold...</strong>"<br><br>Although Brandon's tone seemed friendly enough, something about the woman felt off, although Brandon couldn't put his finger on it. Backing slowly away from the figure, Brandon called out to the group, "<strong>Hey girls! Everyone's with you, right?</strong>"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">[Brandon uses <strong>Spot</strong> and <strong>Listen</strong> to both get a better sense of his surroundings as well as determine who the mystery woman is.]<br>[Brandon backs away his maximum allowed amount of feet allotted for one turn of combat.]</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowOfHeaven</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 03:55:05</strong>
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				<strong>Aboard the Wreckage of the Dread Horizon<br>Brandon<br></strong><br>He away and she closer still, something tender and longing in her touch, though perhaps not too unlike the delicate limbs of a spider upon the web. Her breath cool upon his cheek, her flesh nude against him, but something about her demeanor so unlike Theresa. Could that woman have simply been waiting for a moment alone with the ranger? A slide of knee let her thigh brush his leg and then came the whisper from her mouth, so quiet as to be only for his ears, and the smell of her breath as the sea. "I have been so long... so very long without the touch of a man... these are dead, all dead. You, though, you are warm. Won't you stay for a while? Won't you stay for just a while?" she asked and cooed and curled close to him, eager for a kiss given freely.<br><br>It was only as <strong>Brandon</strong> backed away and she pressed close that a slice of moonlight through the ship's boards passed across her, her pallor pale as death, as a creature far too long without the sun and her eyes white as milk from edge to edge, and nails as sharp as coral. Her smile sweet as blades. <br><br>"Won't you love me?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 04:44:30</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Brandon<br><strong>Time</strong>: Day 1<br><strong>Location</strong>: Inside the wreckage of the Dread Horizon.<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Unknown woman<br><br>(Note: Used a Knowledge (Nature) roll and Sense Motive roll over PMs for this post.)<br><br><em><strong>Siren.</strong></em><br><br>At least, it was a variety of siren, but the end result was probably the same; this thing eats men, usually after seducing them into the prospect of easy sex. With her fishy smell and pallid complexion, Brandon was surprised someone would long to lay with this creature to begin with. Still, that thought could be better left until <em>after</em> he dealt with the seductress.<br><br>Yelling was out of the option, as a quick assumption of her demeanor belied. The Siren was on-edge, ready to strike at the first sign of it's quarry trying to run, a classic predator instinct. As the prey, Brandon could only hope to slowly advance backwards, keeping his limbs ready to bolt at a moment's notice even as he tried to subconsciously puff himself up, another animalistic instinct to dissuade predators. Brandon was walking on thin ice with this one, and so far the only way out was to either see where her advances led, running and giving his fate to the gods, or talking himself out of it, <em><strong>Silvanus, grant me strength.</strong></em><br><br>"<strong>You desire the touch of a man, then?</strong>" Brandon asked, trying to play the fear in his voice off as something perhaps empathic, "<strong>a kiss I can give, but not now. I desire certain... Other pleasures.</strong>" If Theresa was here under different circumstances, she'd undoubtedly get a kick out of Brandon's attempts to sound seductive towards the creature.<br><br>Brandon's foot slammed against the slightly raised wall behind him, producing a sound he hoped would be easily heard (and investigated) by the party in the other room, <em><strong>end of the line</strong></em> he thought, now all he had to do was buy himself some time.... But how?<br><br>Waiting for the Siren to approach him, Brandon readied himself for whatever he had to do.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">[Brandon prepares a <strong>Run</strong> action if the Siren turns hostile]</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 04:46:53</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Finding herself alone in the dark bowels of the ship’s depths, Maron groaned heavily.&nbsp; The redhead was <em>not</em> having a good day.&nbsp; Her prayers brought no sense of closeness to the one she loved as both man and deity.&nbsp; Her intention to be one of the first up into the ship had been foiled by her pausing to take note of the new man coming, then trying to find a way to secure her impromptu cudgel before beginning the climb.&nbsp; By the time she’d gotten it secure under her belt, the dark elf had already found them all a rope to ascend.&nbsp; She wound up the last one into the line of fire.&nbsp; Her instructors would not be at all pleased.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 05:24:55</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Valen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the wreckage of the Dread Horizon.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Calenda, Sae'Ka, Theresa, Selwyn<br><br>He'd been asleep when the ship foundered, deep in the throes of a very pleasant dream; unlike some of the other passengers, he'd never had any issues with sea-sickness, and took to life above or below decks with equal ease. His deep, heavy sleep left him unable to quickly react to waking up, though, so he knew only a brief and groggy flash of movement before a blow to his head turned sleep into outright unconsciousness. <br><br>When he woke again, it was cold and wet and dark. He was lying on bare wood, he'd managed to lose his pants somewhere - luckily for his own modesty, he slept in serviceable if tightly fitted breeches - and every bone in his body ached like he'd gotten into a wrestling match with a stone golem. His dreams didn't usually hurt this much, so he knew he was awake...somewhere.<br><br>Then his eyes dialed in to the dim light, and he saw what had awakened him from his impromptu nap. Two gorgeous women were exploring the wreck of the ship and standing directly above him - one stark nude from head to toe, the other merely topless. This was much more like his usual sort of dreams, which was hardly fair - dreams weren't supposed to have pain. Since lying down meant he didn't have to get up, he was happy there for the moment while he recovered the rest of his senses. "Ow....urgh. Ow ow ow."
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>victoria4</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 06:48:00</strong>
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				The occasional glimmers of light were enough to give Callenda the courage to continue on - being out of the water and wind helped a great deal, although she was still wet, icy, and in danger if she didn't get to warming up soon.&nbsp; It was all she could do to try to keep up with the dark elf - or, mainly, with the nude woman who followed that elf closely, while Callenda moved as cautiously as she could while still keeping them in sight.<br><br>The hold itself, once they reached it, thankfully received a little moonlight - she couldn't see well, but she'd been in worse, even before today.&nbsp; There's a body - no, a live man here, though barely conscious.&nbsp; But the others could deal with him - and with their missing companions, though Callenda hoped Maron was just a bit behind.&nbsp; Callenda's eyes and ears are on the terrified, furious wolf.&nbsp; The two-tailed wolf, odd, but not enough to deter her.&nbsp; Seeing clearly enough to walk confidently, and with a surge of sympathy briefly pushing back her awareness of the deadening cold, Callenda made a circular path towards the wolf's cage, avoiding the downed man, the turbulent water, and avoiding, too, a direct, threatening approach to the animal.&nbsp; From somewhere a little ways away she heard the other ranger call - again she trusted her companions to address this, as she needed all her concentration on the one task.<br><br><strong>"There now, there now.&nbsp; You'll be safe soon.&nbsp; There now."</strong>&nbsp; Of course she had no idea if any of them would be safe, but she imagined that she might be able to save this one - at least, she would do her utmost.<br><br>She approached the cage, speaking softly, watching the animal, gauging it's mood - most of which was quite apparent to even the stupidest city-dweller - and as she neared, checked the fastener for the cage.&nbsp; Being an animal cage, it didn't really need a true lock, and she hoped to find - though not yet to use - a simpler catch.<br><br>She also hoped that any carrion-feeders had enough to satisfy them, and so wouldn't go out of their way to menace the upright survivors.<br><br><hr>Using wild empathy (diplomacy) to try to calm the animal (+0), and Knowledge - nature (+1) to gain any helpful information on the wolf, if that's really what it is
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strangler</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 07:21:18</strong>
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				Name: Selwyn<br>Time: Day 1<br>Location: Inside the wreckage of the Dread Horizon.<br>Tagged: Callenda, Sae'Ka, Theresa, Brandon, Maron, Cedric<br><br>The sight of the creatures fresh in his mind, any concern about his nudity fled. The image of the dead being consumed filled his thoughts. He did not think that any of the other survivors were aware. Certainly their eagerness to climb the ship suggested otherwise. Selwyn was not a fearful man, but he did not wish anyone to die today. He had to warn them that the cargo decks was no place for them. <br><br>Selwyn hauled himself up the rope with haste. As he reached the top of the rope he launched himself over, half-slipping on the deck. But he swiftly regained his balance and ran as fast as he could towards the cargo hold. <br><br>As he ducked inside he made no attempt to hide his presence, in fact quite the opposite. As he went along he did not decrease his speed as he approached the wooden wall of one corridor, instead letting the loud thump as he hit one wall reverberate. He then used the wall as a springboard so that he could continue onwards without losing momentum. <br><br>He shouted all the while. He did not care if anyone understood, or if what he said made absolute sense. He merely hoped that the breathless nature of his alarm would relay the seriousness of the warning. <br><br><strong>Don't go down there! Hello, hello... anyone? </strong>*pant* <strong>The dead are down there!</strong> *pant* *pant* <strong>They're eating the dead. We need to get back on deck!</strong><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 08:36:12</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Sae'Ka<br><strong>Location:</strong> The beach, near the floating section of hull<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Theresa, Callenda, Brandon, Selwyn, Valen, Maron<br><hr><br>Sae'Ka had a dark feeling from the moment that she'd stepped into the cargo hold, but that was probably to be expected, seeing as how it had become a sort of partially submerged tomb. Still, it wasn't enough to make her want to turn back, especially not after going through all of the trouble of wading through freezing water and climbing the hull in order to gain access to it in the first place. It was pretty obvious that virtually none of the cargo was left to be found, including the slaves which had belonged to the dark elf and her group, but then again she hadn't been expecting to recover them either.<br><br>At some point while she progressed further through the wreckage, far enough to spot the caged wolf, a girlish yelp startled Sae'Ka somewhat and caused her to turn around suddenly. She'd expected to be faced with some sort of danger, but instead it was just Theresa stumbling into her, so she didn't have much choice but to catch her, wrapping an arm high around the woman's waist just below her breasts. She certainly didn't mind feeling Theresa's curves and warm flesh pressed against her yet again, and judging from the bard's tone and body language neither did she, but they weren't in the ideal place to stop and enjoy each other more thoroughly.<br><br>"So he is," Sae'Ka acknowledged the bronze skinned woman's statement about the nearby man that they just stepped over still being alive, glancing down at him before turning back towards the caged wolf. The girl who'd fallen into the water while trying to climb the hull a few minutes earlier seemed to be tending to it already, though it definitely seemed like she wanted to save and preserve the creature more than anything else. In any case, they'd sort out the wolf's fate once they were back on dry land, assuming they even managed to get it out at all and that it didn't attack them as soon as it was let loose.<br><br>And then there was a new voice echoing through the Dread Horizon's husk, spreading an urgent warning about some creatures supposedly eating the dead down below. <em>What a clusterfuck,</em> Sae'Ka thought to herself, at the same time noticing that Brandon was no longer following her, right before hearing him call out from somewhere else. It sounded like he was relatively nearby and also somewhat unnerved, but she couldn't see him, nor was she convinced that she cared enough about the man to go looking for him.<br><br>"We should go," she told Theresa loudly enough for Callenda to hear her too, deciding to heed the newcomer's warning. If there were truly some sort of flesh eating monstrosities lurking within the submerged part of the cargo bay, Sae'Ka didn't really like her odds of survival, considering that she could only rely on her dagger and a small ragtag group of unarmed survivors. "I doubt we'll find anything else here but death."<br><br>Turning back fully towards the hatch that they'd come in by, the dark elf extended her free arm towards the man laying on the ground at her feet, keeping the point of her dagger facing away from him. Helping him up seemed more practical than stepping over him again on the way out, plus having another able body around probably couldn't hurt. Urging Theresa forwards with a light push, Sae'Ka followed right behind her, using her excellent low light vision to guide her while assuming that anyone else who wanted to leave would manage to keep up. <br><br>Unless she happened to stumble upon him on the way out, Brandon could fend for himself. She wasn't going to risk her own neck looking for that annoying fool who couldn't even go five minutes without getting lost. As for the wolf, Sae'Ka had mostly lost interest, he was Callenda's problem to worry about if she wanted to as far as the dark elf was concerned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 13:35:17</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Adrian Lizban<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Day 1.<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The beach, near the beached ship<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Several people?<br><hr><br><strong>Adrian</strong> turned look on <strong>Selwyn</strong> when he talked. When he made his question but before Adrian had time to reply he bursted off towards the ship. Hearing the cat call by <strong>Shae</strong> made him smirk and turn on Shae, listening her idea he nods and replies; "Aye, after that swim trip they need fire to survive or they die. So let's go find firewood." Adrian lends aid to Shae for her search and finding wood. They party up with then <strong>Cedric</strong> while searching more wood and something help to light it up. Adrian had little to no expertise in woodsman craft but he thinks if given time he could swap one his prepared spells for actual burning hands or other useful spell to light up the fire without tindertwigs.<br><br>Then they hear odd sound come from bushes.....he grimaces and he says; "Okay, Shae has no weapons and I have only two offensive spells prepared....think you can distract and keep beast off us?" Adrian tries locate source of sound and identify it. <strong>Fhyl</strong> who has been nestled on his shoulder makes fur rise high and tail up and hiss towards direction of the sound in bushes. Her feline eyes wide and ears pressed on her skull. Her wings flapped and tested can she fly or not.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rolls needed</div><div class="spoiler_body">Adrian would use spot/listen to try locate source of sound, and K:nature ID what is causing the sound. Before he mostly made aid another rolls support Shae to find firewood and some material to light up and hope it dries/warms wood enough to burn. Also as OOC question how long it takes swap 1st level spell to another spell on spellbook? It takes 1 full hour always get spells prepared, but this case it's just swapping one spell from the book instead whole cloth.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>coolhands</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 13:44:00</strong>
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				Name: Roland<br>Time: Day 1<br>Location: On the beach<br><br>Roland's eyes slowly opened, unable to process what they were looking at.&nbsp; After a moment passed his vision began to clear, as he looked up into a dark and cold sky.&nbsp; Something about that sky made this place feel uninviting.&nbsp; Not that he even knew where 'this place' was.&nbsp; The rest of his sences began to slowly return to him.&nbsp; He began to recognize all the sounds, smells of the beach, and then his body recognized the intense feeling of pain in his back.<br><br>Gods what was that pain shooting up his spine!&nbsp; Roland managed to roll over, and noticed he was laying on a large flat chunk of wood that had come off the ship, and there right where the middle of his back had rested was a steel cleat used to hold the ropes on the sails.&nbsp; He began to slowly rise to his feet, feeling all the pain in his body receeding slightly as he streached.&nbsp; The beach seemed mostly empty to his left, and the thick forest ahead of him seemed too ominous for him to venture into, but the beach streaching out to his right was littered with more wreckage and what looked like a few figures moving about.<br><br>Where these other survivors or possibally locals, either way they seemed to be his best option for survival.&nbsp; Well there is no time to waste, he thought to himself, as he began to walk slowly in the direction of the others.&nbsp; Along the way picking through the wreckage for any clothing that looked dryer and more intact then his current tattered clothing.&nbsp; By the time Roland reached the other end of the beach and saw the hull of the ship jammed up on the rocks, most of the people he had seen moving about had gone closer to the ship.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roland moves down the beach towards the others and makes a search check for warmer dryer clothing.&nbsp; He arrives where all the other survivors awoke, at the current point of the story.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yesiroleplay</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 21:53:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Theresa06.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Theresa<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Day 1.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the wreckage of the Dread Horizon.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Callenda, Sae'Ka, Selwyn, Valen<br><br><strong>"Go?"</strong>&nbsp; Theresa asked, her brow furrowed as she tried to process the puzzling command.&nbsp; <strong>"But we just got here!"</strong>&nbsp; She objected.&nbsp; <strong>"We should at least look around before going - and who knows what's feasting down there?"</strong>&nbsp; She pointed toward the icy waters. <strong> "If it's sharks, then we're safer here than we'd be swimming or wading back to shore."</strong>&nbsp; She watched Callenda approach the snowy-white wolf-thing.&nbsp; The woman seemed to know what she was doing, and appeared very comfortable around animals.&nbsp; <strong>"And if she can gentle the beast, think what a help it would be to us!"</strong>&nbsp; She added.&nbsp; <br><br>Though she wasn't as strong as the barbaric elven slaver, Theresa was no weakling, and she aided her companion in helping the fallen man to his feet.&nbsp; She knew him, by sight if not by name.&nbsp; One of the many familiar strangers from their short voyage.&nbsp; <strong>"You don't seem hurt."</strong>&nbsp; She told the man, though she really couldn't tell much in the current lighting.&nbsp; <strong>"Can you walk?"</strong>&nbsp; She asked, helping him take a first step before Sae'Ka decided they should leave.<br><br>The drow female seemed intent on leaving, and on escorting Theresa to safety.&nbsp; That was so sweet!&nbsp; But she really could take care of herself.&nbsp; So why did it feel so unnatural to defy the aggressively confident warrior?&nbsp; Maybe it was simple self-preservation - Sae'Ka possessed the only real weapon among them, and seemed quite capable with it.&nbsp; In fact, she seemed quite capable in general!&nbsp; The shove pushing her away from the action wasn't overly violent, but was applied with a confidence that expected no resistance.<br><br>She stepped forward quickly, quite responsive to the non-verbal command.&nbsp; At least for a step and a half.&nbsp; And then she turned about, directly facing the approaching drow, forcing her to stop or run Theresa down.&nbsp; Stepping in, the bardess placed a hand on the tall drow's shoulder as she moved her body against the ebony tower of whipcord muscle.&nbsp; <strong>"Let's stay."</strong>&nbsp; She suggested, her tone half-suggestive, half-pleading a bit wheedling, and very convincing.&nbsp; <strong>"We can always leave later, but for now, let's stay."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kythia</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 22:16:22</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Ianna<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; Day 1.<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; The beach, near the beached ship<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Anyone interested<br><hr><br>Her prayers for the dead finally complete, Ianna looked round.&nbsp; Parties were off gathering firewood, others off in the wreckage of the ship.&nbsp; Immediate needs were being cared for, although she still shivered as she rubbed her wet arms.&nbsp; That fire couldn't really come fast enough.<br><br>Unarmed and with Deneir's grace not providing anything useful in combat today - the fault hers not of course His, she wondered what to do for a while.&nbsp; Immediate needs take care of left a lot of needs unhandled, it occurred to her but maybe here was something she could help with.&nbsp; She sat on the wet sand and wrote her name in front of her with a finger - repeating it in as many alphabets as she could think of.&nbsp; It was a crude shrine but hopefully the Lord of Glyphs and, crucially, Father of Cartograpy would recognise it was the best possible at the time.&nbsp; There were surely sea charts on the Dread Horizon, with Deneir's grace she might be able to find them and begin working out where they were.<br><br>She prayed and then stood and surveyed the beach.<br><br>{OOC - Not really expecting the prayer to do anything, but looking for anything washed ashore that could be charts, maps, notes on the course being sailed - anything to help figure out where they are.}
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 22:23:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/XZbeF.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Sae'Ka<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the wreckage of the Dread Horizon.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Theresa, Callenda<br><hr><br>At first, Sae'Ka's seemed like she wouldn't reconsider her position despite the arguments that Theresa brought up, but the woman was undeniably very persuasive. Even there in the damp, dark remains of the broken ship, she felt a pang of yearning deep down in her belly and between her legs when Theresa pressed her body against hers yet again, this time considerably more seductively than before. Beyond that, the dark elf also considered the beautiful bronze woman as her ally (those type of bonds had to be formed quickly in desperate situations such as the one that they found themselves in), so she was reluctant to abandon her. Alone, her own odds of survival weren't as good.<br><br>"Fine," Sae'Ka finally groaned reluctantly, this time showing some restraint by keeping her own hands to herself while Theresa lightly grinding her lovely breasts, stomach and thighs against her. She wasn't convinced that the wolf would be as useful as the others seemed to think other than for its meat, assuming that they could even tame it, but it was at least better than nothing and worth a try. <br><br>"Go do what you have to do, then," the dark elf instructed before doubling back again and guiding the both of them towards Callenda and the caged beast. She'd keep watch while the bard and ranger attempted to free the animal from its prison, dagger at the ready in case it proved to be too wild for them to handle and needed to be put down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowOfHeaven</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 00:42:06</strong>
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				<strong>Aboard the Wreck of the Dread Horizon</strong><br>Brandon, Theresa, Sae'Ka, Valen, Maron, Selwyn<br><br>Brandon feels the wall to his back in both the literal and figurative. The Sea Witch is upon him, and though her touch and voice are gentle, there is no doubt that something dark and dangerous lurks just beneath the surface of her otherwise sultry demeanor, a profound and terrible madness. She is generous with her body and her tongue upon his neck tastes at him with a savoring sigh as before a long awaited meal. Her words close against his ear, he can already feel the touch of her talons teasing at his wet clothing. "Pleasure? Oh... tell me of these pleasure you seek."<br><br>The others hear the thump and the sound of Brandon's voice in its urgency.<br><br>The caged animal is quick to fix its stare on Callenda's approach, its teeth bare, ears folded back, and the fur upon the back of its neck raised. Her approach sends the wolf crowding into the back of its cage to stay away from her. It is clear that the ferocity of the wolf will not be easily tamed, but so too will the creature drown if left in the cage. The ranger can see easily that the lever which locks the cage requires a simple turn and lift of a metal latch.<br><br>The thumping of Selwyn's footsteps and shouting can be heard throughout the ship and soon the man spills down the stairs into cargo hold!<br><br>It's about this time that the curiosity as to the nature of the creatures within the water is answered. The things within the surf feast happily on the dead, but that's not to say that they do not have a taste for the living. It's with a wet splash that three of the creatures bound up onto the slanted floor of the cargo deck, their wet webbed feet making soppy sounds on the wood. The creatures are not terribly imposing, only a meter in height, but their mouths are full of sharp teeth and their skin as hard scales. They stand side by side and the center of the trio holds a crude spear! The creatures hiss and clack at the group and seem ready to attack!<br><br><strong>Upon An Unfamiliar Shore, On the Beach</strong><br>Adrian, Ianna, Cedric, Shae<br><br>Adrian has little time to determine what is lurking there in the bushes, before the thing is out from hiding, and not one, but many. A goblin, but not so much as they have seen before - it's color darker and the ridges of its skin raised and firm. The small red eyes are angry still, and its wicked and pointed nose most unfriendly. Four of the goblins emerge from the woods, shouting, hollering, and wielding tarnished metal weapons. They seem most anxious to threaten those survivors upon the beach, while the smallest of them grabs at one of the bodies of the dead sailors and begins to try and drag the cumbersome prize back into the forest. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 02:12:49</strong>
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				Name: Valen<br>Time: Day 1<br>Location: Inside the wreckage of the Dread Horizon.<br>Tagged: Calenda, Sae'Ka, Theresa, Selwyn<br><br>"Just a sore head, milady, and I'm certain it will soon pass. I thank you for your concern regardless." He accepts the offered hand anyways, hoisting himself to his feet with a lithe, wiry strength and shaking his head roughly to clear it of any lingering haze.<br><br>Still a divine sight to feast his eyes upon, but he held his discipline for now, being reminded by the faint buzz behind his eyes and the unpleasant slant of the deck that he was still on a ship that had wrecked and was likely sinking or soon to be such. Besides, there were appearances to maintain no matter where he was, and a certain minimum standard of behavior he had to hold to. The caged wolf and the woman trying to calm it was interesting - really, three gorgeous women, two naked or nearly so? He had to be on his guard just in case this was still some sort of demonic hallucination or temptation dream.<br><br>The appearance of the three short monsters from behind was only a momentary surprise, and he looked around quickly hoping to <strong>Spot</strong> anything he might be able to use as an improvised weapon. The topless dark elf had a dagger and looked capable enough, the golden-hued naked beauty had nothing but her bare hands.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yesiroleplay</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 02:41:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Theresa06.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Theresa<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Day 1.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the wreckage of the Dread Horizon.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Callenda, Sae'Ka, Selwyn, Valen<br><br><strong>"Triston!"</strong>&nbsp; Theresa yelled back over her shoulder and through the dark portal that eventually led back to the upper deck.&nbsp; <strong>"We got trouble!"</strong>&nbsp; A muffled, unintelligible, vaguely voice-like noise that might have been a response echoed back through the opening.&nbsp; Imagination might have interpreted the noise as the word <em>"Coming."</em>&nbsp; Not that such subtlety mattered to the intended audience.&nbsp; Much more to the point were the vague metallic clicks and dull footstep-like thuds that were obviously making a quick approach.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OoC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cast <em>ghost sound</em> to emulate the sounds of an approaching armored warrior.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 04:02:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/XZbeF.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Sae'Ka<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the wreckage of the Dread Horizon.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Theresa, Valen, Selwyn, Callenda<br><hr><br>Sae'Ka immediately pivoted in the direction of the splash as soon as she heard it, spotting the three diminutive creatures, presumably the same ones that the newcomer (who was as nude as Theresa, the dark elf noticed when he reached the rest of the small group) had warned them about. "Strange breed of sharks," she said dryly with a brief glance towards the bard. She normally didn't mind a fight, and she certainly wasn't afraid of the three wretched things that had sprung out of the water, but the circumstances were still far from ideal considering that she was sore, barely armed and practically naked. <br><br>"Here!" Sae'Ka called out to the man who they'd found lying unconscious inside of the wreckage, noticing that he seemed to be trying to find some sort of weapon - a reasonable thing to do. Swiftly, she pulled out the pistol that she'd tucked into the waistband of her fur and leather skirt and tossed it at Valen. "Doesn't fire, but maybe it can crack a skull." The dark elf had witnessed the grip of a pistol being used as a weapon on at least a few occasions. (If she sees that Valen has already found something to use as a weapon, then she'll toss the pistol to Selwyn instead, and if he's armed too then she'll toss it to Theresa.)<br><br>Deciding to take the initiative rather than conceding it to the hideous, scaly little imps, Sae'Ka wasted no more time before charging at the one in the center who held the spear, her dagger raised as she shouted a ferocious warcry. She thought that she heard something resembling the sounds of armored greaves clanking through the ship's wreckage, but she was a bit too preoccupied with the task at hand to worry about that right away.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sae'Ka tosses her broken pistol to Valen/Selwyn/Theresa and charges at the foe standing in the middle of the other two.</div></div> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 04:14:54</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Brandon<br><strong>Time</strong>: Day 1<br><strong>Location</strong>: Inside the wreckage of the Dread Horizon.<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Unknown woman<br><br>Under different circumstances the ministrations the Siren was giving to Brandon would be well received and well reciprocated, but the lingering threat of being consumed caused him to hesitate in enjoying such attention. However the longer he stayed there the more bearable it became, each hungry kiss a little less threatening, each longing brush of a thigh or breast against him a bit more inviting. Pretty soon Brandon found himself sliding a hand down her side, his warm fingers trailing across cold, moist skin until they ended at the swell of her hip.<br><br>Brandon shivered at her hands lightly dawdling over his manhood, and not just because her fingers were cool to the touch. Deciding to let his actions speak for him (and hopefully take her mind off keeping those talons away from his member,) Brandon wrapped his other arm around her waist and made a move to shift their positions, hoping the fact he was trying to get her to turn and brace against the wall speak volumes for what he desired.<br><br>Of course, Brandon rationalized what he was doing as <em><strong>it'll buy me some time</strong></em> or <em><strong>better found like this than dead</strong></em>, but a part of him was truly beginning to enjoy it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>victoria4</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 04:28:27</strong>
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				Location: Cargo Hold<br>Tagged: the wolf, with warm wishes to Sae'Ka, Theresa, Valen, Selwyn<br><br><br>Callenda spared the briefest glance at the creatures coming from the water, then took a longer moment to take in the new additions to the castaways in the hold - they looked fit enough, almost certainly the sort that could fight.&nbsp; Fortunate, this, since the addition of two merchants or clerks wouldn't have really improved their odds.&nbsp; Presumably, it was those most inclined to the adventuring professions that stood the greatest chance of survival, even in a somewhat indiscriminate disaster such as this.<br><br>She heard the dark elf planning - sensibly enough - to leave, but to Callenda's relief, the human had managed to convince her to stay.&nbsp; Now, since the others seemed prepared to fight these menacing creatures, Callenda had the option to continue her efforts with the wolf.&nbsp; She could simply free it, of course, and that might even earn some simple gratitude from the creature - but she knew it could more easily earn her a torn throat.&nbsp; At least the creature was back a bit, and quiet enough that she might get through to it.&nbsp; Normally she'd use food with a canine, but she had none, and in this situation it probably would ignore it anyway.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">I'm not certain whether my earlier Diplomacy check has actually "completed" or not.&nbsp; I believe there's generally no point trying two checks in a row, whether the first succeeds or fails - so if Callenda feels she's accomplished all she can do now (even if that's nothing), she'll stop working on the wolf!&nbsp; If not, she'll continue her efforts.<br><br>Thanks to yesiroleplay, I realize I forgot to add my level, so it's at +1, not zero.&nbsp; Impressive!</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>coolhands</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 11:51:29</strong>
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				Name: Roland<br>Location: On the beach<br>Tagged: Ianna<br><br>As Roland aproached the streach of beach where he had seen multiple people moving about he began to see even more wreckage strewn with bodies of those that had not made it.&nbsp; Looming not to far away was a large secrion of the ships hull that creaked against the rocks as the waves pushed against it.<br><br>The beach seemed mostly empty now, except for one female who stood alone amidst the wreckage.&nbsp; As Roland got closer he called out to her "hey there, are you alright" judging by the state of her, she was involved in the ship wreck.&nbsp; From this distance he could tell that she was an attracrive woman, and could think of worse people to meet in situations such as this.&nbsp; "It's nice to see another person survived on this unhospitable little streach of land" Roland called to her as he made his way, slowly and painfully, closer to where she sat.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">not sure if Roland found anything on the way over with his <strong>search</strong>check, but ill have him continually scanning for anything useful</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kythia</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 16:53:27</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Ianna<br><strong>Time</strong>: Day 1<br><strong>Location</strong>: Beach<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Roland<br><br>Her search, such as it was, was proving fruitless.&nbsp; She wasn't sure if she was suprised or not, seniors at the temple had made it clear that prayers weren't any substitute for actions but she had been at a bit of a loss to know what else to do.&nbsp; She turned to head back to her makeshift shrine but was distracted by a man hailing her.<br><br>"Good Morning" she said when he approached a little closer.&nbsp; "It's good to see more of us have survived.&nbsp; Are you injured?&nbsp; My name is Ianna, initiate in the Temple of Denier, Lord of Glyphs"
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>coolhands</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 20:00:08</strong>
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				Name: Roland<br>Location: On the beach<br>Tagged: Ianna<br><br>Roland had finally made is way close enough to Ianna that he no longer needed to shout to make himself heard over the wind and the waves, which was good, all that shouting had left his mouth rather dry.&nbsp; The woman who held his current attention identified herself as Ianna, a member of the Temple of Denier.&nbsp; This supprised him a bit, becaues she seemed so far out of her element on this beach.&nbsp; Then again so was he, Roland was never much one for the wilderness, and much perfered the hussle and busle of a large city.&nbsp; There was just so much more trouble you could get into stuck out here with no food, water, or idea of where you were.<br><br>"No, no im alright.&nbsp; It just looks like i woke up on the wrong side of the bed today" he stated giving he a bit of a smile.&nbsp; It was kind of her to concern herself with her well being.&nbsp; His intrest peeked upon hearing about the other survivors "so more people did make it. I was hoping that i wasnt just seeing things earlier.&nbsp; Where are they now, and why is it they left a book worm like you all on you own, this does not seem like the safest of places to wander unattended"
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kythia</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 21:40:28</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Ianna<br><strong>Time</strong>: Day 1<br><strong>Location</strong>: Beach<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Roland<br><br>"Yes, quite a few others.&nbsp; Some went to investigate the wreck" she glanced out to sea and shrugged, "presume they're doing just fine.&nbsp; And then over there" she nodded to the forest "it looks like our firewood party are just about to meet the natives" she smiled "I'm sure it'll be peaceful"<br><br>"Basically, a lot of the people who have survived seem to be mercenaries.&nbsp; Adventurers" she says the word with a hint of kind mockery "I think I'd just get in the way.&nbsp; Unarmed initiate.&nbsp; I thought I'd try to set up something of a camp here, wait until healing is needed.<br><br>I don't think I caught your name?&nbsp; It's unpleasant work but I was going to start collecting corpses.&nbsp; When we get a fire we can start a pyre.&nbsp; Some of the sailors were good men and I'd rather not leave them for scavengers."
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lidian</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 03:45:20</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157689.msg7312939#msg7312939">Quote from: ShadowOfHeaven on 02-12-2012, 00:42:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br><strong>Upon An Unfamiliar Shore, On the Beach</strong><br>Adrian, Ianna, Cedric, Shae<br><br>Adrian has little time to determine what is lurking there in the bushes, before the thing is out from hiding, and not one, but many. A goblin, but not so much as they have seen before - it's color darker and the ridges of its skin raised and firm. The small red eyes are angry still, and its wicked and pointed nose most unfriendly. Four of the goblins emerge from the woods, shouting, hollering, and wielding tarnished metal weapons. They seem most anxious to threaten those survivors upon the beach, while the smallest of them grabs at one of the bodies of the dead sailors and begins to try and drag the cumbersome prize back into the forest.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Shae would clasp her hand over her mouth, resisting the overwhelming urge to scream like a little girl. A part of her wanted to just run, but those tarnished metal weapons were all too tempting a find. She just had to get it out of their grubby little hands. Stepping back and quickly drawing in a deep breath. It would be with some muttering and chanting that she'd raise her hand to the goblins, a dull gold dust sweeping over them as she'd draw her open palm closed quickly, Hoping the goblins would promptly fall into a deep <strong>Sleep</strong>. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Casting a sleep spell on the Goblins. Will Negates sleep.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 13:46:49</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Adrian Lizban<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Day 1.<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The beach, near the beached ship<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shae, Cedric<br><br>Adrian, looked cautious on these strange goblins which did not look anyway like those seen in pictures of his study. Considering the two moons he suspects they have passed to somekind demiplane.....which is more sucky for their survival depending what kind of world they have ended up into!<br><br>But he decided not upset locals and just be cautious and spell ready on lips.....but then Shae seems cast a spell and instantly Adrian readies his mind and mouth to utter final incantations for <em>magic missile</em> spell instantly on any survivor from her spell, aiming to nearest one.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Adrian casts spell if any four goblins remain standing and fire magic missile on nearest one.<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowOfHeaven</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 00:09:33</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Callenda's "Wild Empathy" attempt was noted and applied, though the results will not be apparent to her.<br>Ianna's prayer was noted and applied, though the results will not be apparent to her.<br>Roland was searching for dry clothes, but found nothing better than what he's already wearing.<br>Sae'Ka lost A Broken Pistol, Valen gained A Broken Pistol</div></div><br><strong>Aboard the Wreckage of the Dread Horizon</strong><br><br>Through the creature standing at the center of his group seems ready to throw his spear, the sound of clanking boots created by <strong>Theresa's</strong> magic distracts him well enough that he pauses in surprise, giving <strong>Sae'Ka</strong> an opportunity to charge in to attack the hard-scaled <strong>Fishlings</strong>. The thudding sound of her dagger finding a home between the scales of the creature is satisfying and the immediate wail of pain perhaps moreso! The creature staggers back from the blow, with green fluid leaking from its wound! The reaction of the creatures is immediate, the <strong>Fishling which had been on the left</strong>, identified most easily by its milky blue eyes, frightened to the point of fleeing by diving back into the water, while the <strong>Fishling on the right</strong>, donning a smattering of red body paint, leaps directly onto the <em>Dark-Elf</em>, but fairs to sink his teeth into her flesh. Unfamiliar with the concept of clothing, the creature instead bites into the fabric of her pants, shredding and tearing the waist beyond repair.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sae'Ka's charge hit, dealing 7 points of damage to the center Fishling<br>Blue Eyed Fishling Fled, inviting an attack of opportunity by Sae'Ka<br>Red Painted Fishling attempted a grapple, but missed, inviting an attack of opportunity from Sae'Ka<br>Sae'Ka's pants have been destroyed</div></div><br>Meanwhile... <strong>The Sea Witch</strong> bristles with anticipation at <strong>Brandon's</strong> eager participation and is turned easily. His back to the chilled air and hers instead to the wood of the ship's hull, the rise of her knee and the slide of her thigh against his hip brings her calf to the small of the ranger's back, while her fingers make quick work pulling open the canvas of his pants to free his sex from their confines. However, it was just in that moment that the painful wail of the <strong>Fishling</strong> from the cargo hold resounded through the ship, along with the armored clanking created by<strong> Theresa's</strong> magic. The <strong>Sea Witch</strong>'s hiss was immediate and along her trim back rose two fins of sharp spines and she bared her mouth of sharp teeth! "You wound my children? YOU DARE TO WOUND MY CHILDREN!?" The <strong>Sea Witch</strong> rages!<br><br>It's about that time that <strong>Maron</strong> finds herself wandering into a room to see, amid scarse slivers of moonlight, Brandon in mid-coupling with a rather angery looking Sea Witch!<br><br><strong>Upon An Unfamiliar Shore</strong><br><br><strong>Adrian and Shae, with Ianna, Roland, and Cedric</strong> not far away,<strong> face a wide eared goblin, a gnarled nosed goblin, a one eyed goblin, and a snaggle-toothed</strong> goblin! Shae's incantation evokes her magical spell and the burst of gold shimmering consumes them, though it is only the <strong>gnarled nosed goblin and the snaggle-toothed goblin</strong> that fall into slumber, dropping their tarnished weapons at their feet as they do. Offended by the magic, the<strong> wide-eared goblin and the one-eyed goblin</strong> move forward, ready for battle! However, <strong>Adrian</strong>'s spell is waiting for them! The stream of magical bolt that leaps from his hands strikes the one-eyed goblin in a burst! <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Shae's sleep spell affects two goblins.<br>Adrian's magic missile spell deals 5 points of damage to one-eyed goblin</div></div><br>Sae'Ka, Shae, and Adrian's turns have been extinguished for this combat round.<br>Sae'Ka suffers -2 AC until her next turn via charge.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>coolhands</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 02:28:55</strong>
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				Name: Roland<br>Location: On the beach<br>Tagged: Ianna and goblin<br><br>Roland looked shocked for a moment as he realized he had forgoten to introduce himself to Ianna.&nbsp; The shipwreck must have rattled any decency that he had out of his head.&nbsp; "Oh my, where are my manners" he said in smoothest voice and giving her a warm smile "my name is Roland Hawklight, and it is a pleasure to make your aquaintance, dispite the depresing situation in which we are now entangled".&nbsp; <br><br>He was about to suggest that he help Ianna in collecting the bodies and trying to build a fire when she pointed out the four goblins emerging from the woods and confronting what looked like another two survivors.&nbsp; These other survivors must have been mages of some sort, as two of the gobins dropped immediatly while one man blasted a third gobin with a bolt of magic.&nbsp; Still after that there was one goblin advancing on them.&nbsp; Roland turned to Ianna "well so much for peaceful, we should help, do you know any useful spells".&nbsp; As he said this he began to charge towards the goblin letting out a loud roar, to make himself seem as intimidating as possible, but stopping when he is beside the two mages.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">roland charges the goblins&nbsp; shouting.&nbsp; Trying to use an intimidation check to demoralize the opponent.&nbsp; Thats a 1d20 +3, +4 (extra for being one size category larger then the goblin), so a total of +7 and if Ianna or cedric want to aid the intimidate check feel free.&nbsp; Im assuming the more people the more intimidating.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 02:51:46</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Cedric Blackhand<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Shore<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Several people, a goblin<br><br><hr><br>Cedric was casting about for something that could be used as firewood, and trying to avoid the attention of the other human figures he had spotted in the fog (one part of his mind was asking him, "Paranoid much?" but he was in full survival mode now). However, a rustling in the bushes and the goblin advance drew his attention to the group.<br><br><em>Well... I'm not getting paid, but maybe I can get on their good side here.</em> With a yell, Cedric charged at the nearest goblin, raising up his club to strike at the reptilian creature.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cedric is chipping in on the Intimidate check.<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>victoria4</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 07:29:41</strong>
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				Location: Cargo Hold<br>Tag: the wolf, nobody while the fight's on<br><br>With four facing the remaining fishling, and herself unarmed, Callenda stayed by the cage, talking in low tones to the wolf while watching it in the corner of her eye.&nbsp; She moved not at all - she certainly wasn't freeing the trapped thing in the middle of the fight.&nbsp; Her intent was to wait for the combatants to mop up and make some space first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kythia</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 12:45:49</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Ianna<br><strong>Time</strong>: Day 1<br><strong>Location</strong>: Beach<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Beach people<br><br>With a muttered apology to Kelemvor, Ianna began to strip the nearest corpse of his linen shirt and spun it around itself a few times to make a makeshift rope.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 03:49:47</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Valen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the wreckage of the Dread Horizon.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Calenda, Sae'Ka, Theresa, Selwyn<br><br>Sae'ka's pistol in hand, butt outward, Valen turned and rushed towards where her and the fish-monster were flailing away at each other with variable degrees of success. Three long strides, building up speed and momentum - then he dropped and went into a roll, neatly somersaulting through Sae'ka's legs and around the fishman to come up in a crouch behind the monster.<br><br><em>Short, roughly halfling-sized. Adjust for proportions and stance, assume all the squishy bits are where they should be, kidney's going to be right...there.</em><br><br>Bracing the impromptu club, he swung it and punched a vicious blow into what he hoped would be a soft and vulnerable spot in the fish-thing's scaly armored body.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Tumbling behind the fishman, trying to sneak attack with the flank.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 10:58:40</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For just a moment, Maron hesitated, not wishing to assail the macab creature crying out for her children simply because she was ugly.&nbsp; Her instincts took over, though, and Maron’s feet struck the planks hard as she charged the Sea Witch.&nbsp; Crimson hair flared out behind her, trailing drops of sea water.&nbsp; “Get off of him!” her voice rang out, stern and strong.&nbsp; She brought the cub down on the monster at an angle.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Charge and attack with club.&nbsp; +2 to normal attack roll.&nbsp; -2 to unclad AC.</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strangler</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 11:51:08</strong>
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				Selwyn always enjoyed these moments. The prospect of combat filled his mind with a clarity and a delineation of purpose that he had never found anywhere else outside sex. Fighting always felt... spiritual to him; a true gift from the gods. The fine hairs on his arms and the nape of his neck rose in anticipation. <br><br>As Sae'Ka and Valen moved, so did Selwyn, springing up from the bottom of the stairs and leaping towards the least-molested of the trio of Fishlings. He was counting on ferocity and aggression to overwhelm the small creature. He wanted nothing better than to wring its neck with his bare hands. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Selwyn is attempting to Grapple the Fishling that is not engaged with Sae'Ka or Valen. Because of his <em>Improved Grapple</em> feat this move doesn't provoke an Attack of Opportunity.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 16:12:16</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Brandon<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>Location</strong>: Inside the wreckage of the Dread Horizon.<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Sea Witch, Maron<br><br>A part of Brandon was glad that the scenario turned sour, the lust turning into rage in an instant within the Sea Witch's milky white eyes. Most of him however was annoyed at the turn of events, with the most vocal member being the one between his legs. Now Brandon was an unarmed, unarmored man with his cock out braced against an enraged Sea Witch with enough natural defenses to cut him to ribbons, what's a man to do in such a situation?<br><br><em><strong>Aww SHIT.</strong></em><br><br>The stern shout of a woman behind him registered in a near instant, causing the Hunter to use the leverage given to him by the Sea Witch's leg to turn her back to the charging redhead, intent on keeping her attention on him, at least for a moment. <em><strong>This is going to hurt</strong></em> Brandon thought as he recognized she'll more than likely get a few good slices (or bites) in, <em><strong>a lot.</strong></em><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">[Brandon moves to the other side of the Sea Witch to enable Maron's attack to be a <strong>Flanking</strong> maneuver.]<br>[Brandon does a hasted <strong>Search</strong> for something, <em>anything</em> to be used as a weapon.]</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowOfHeaven</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 20:32:46</strong>
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				<strong>Aboard the Wreckage of the Dread Horizon</strong><br><br>Armed with the broken pistol obtained from Sae'Ka, <strong>Valen</strong> is quick to tumble through the melee to better position himself to attack the <strong>Spear Wielding Fishingling</strong>. The Dark-Elf's blow having already put the creature on its last leg, the Paladin's attack finishes the creature with ease. It falls in a heap upon the floor. Shortly after, <strong>Selwyn</strong> tackles the <strong>Red Painted Fishling</strong>, the scaled creature not being quite so accustomed to fighting upon land. Despite this, the small Fishling is quite ferocious, clawing and biting, and generally seeming most displeased with the situation.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Spear Wielding Fishling has been slain.<br>Selwyn successfully grapples Red Painted Fishling.<br>Selwyn does 6 points of damage to Red Painted Fishling.<br>A crudely crafted short spear lays unclaimed</div></div><br>Meanwhile, <strong>Brandon</strong> makes the quick decision to use his leverage to turn the <strong>Sea Witch</strong> to better <strong>Maron's</strong> attack, the Paladin coming to the rescue of what seems to be Brandon's impending demise. The Red-Head swings her cudgel with skill, but the Sea Witch is not so easily disposed of. Just as Brandon had turned her, she continues that dance with grace, swinging herself beyond the arc of the blow, and falls upon Brandon with a dreadful and loathsome hiss from the very pit of her being, her talons raking down his chest! <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Maron's attack misses, despite the advantage.<br>Sea Witch uses a full attack vs Brandon, dealing 11 points of damage.<br>Brandon finds no suitable weapons during his search</div></div><br><strong>Upon An Unfamiliar Shore</strong><br><br>The combined efforts of <strong>Roland and Cedric</strong> are quite successful, the goblins having had no particular want of combat to begin with. The creatures quickly disengage, retreating into the forest, but leaving their incapacitated comrades behind. No honor among goblins, it would seem. Those upon the shore have the distinct impression, however, that this is probably not the last that they will see of the goblins, nor that those were alone within the forest. Danger is no longer a speculation, but a reality.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">The goblins had fled!<br>However, the two sleeping goblins remain.<br>A tarnished short sword and a tarnished dagger lay unclaimed<br>Ianna's attempt to construct a rope is a miserable failure</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 20:53:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/XZbeF.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Sae'Ka<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the wreckage of the Dread Horizon.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Theresa, Valen, Selwyn, Callenda<br><hr><br>While Sae'Ka was occupied with stabbing the spear-wielding fishling, she was lucky that its comrade decided to focus more on her skirt than on her legs with those razor sharp teeth that it had. While having her last and only article of clothing torn apart - especially in the midst of the cold weather - was certainly annoying, it wasn't nearly as bad as losing a chunk of flesh from her thigh or something, so it was ultimately a pretty small price to pay.<br><br>While Valen finished off the bleeding fishling with some fancy, even somewhat impressive moves, the dark elf vindictively lashed out at the little creature wearing the red body paint, taking advantage of the opening that it had given her by focusing so intently on her skirt.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sae'Ka makes her attack of opportunity against the Red Painted Fishling.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 21:03:33</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Cedric Blackhand<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Shore<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Several people<br><br><hr><br>Cedric dropped the club in his hand and picked up the shortsword. The fighter swung it a few times, getting used to the feeling of it in his hand and its natural heft. Admittedly, it could stand to be polished and, if it was tarnished, would most likely be made of an inferior substance to what he usually preferred, but he would take a blade any day over the club.<br><br>He told those he was currently standing with, <strong>"If any of you are inclined towards weapons and you aren't armed yourselves yet, I'd advise you take one of these or pick over the wreckage for anything you might be able to use. We're going to want to be ready. Those goblins are probably not the only ones here with us."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kythia</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 22:41:59</strong>
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				Name: Ianna<br>Time: Day 1<br>Location: Beach<br>Tagged: Beach people, Goblin<br><br>The shirt she'd tried to make a rope out of in hand, Ianna jogs over and squats beside one of the sleeping goblins.&nbsp; "Someone give me a hand" she mutters as she begins tying its legs together "and someone make a rope for the hands - I'm not very good at it&nbsp; We should find out what we can about this place."<br><br>{OOC - Rope use to bind one of the sleeping goblins?&nbsp; Hopefully someone aiding.}
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yesiroleplay</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 00:58:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Theresa06.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Theresa<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Day 1.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the wreckage of the Dread Horizon.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Callenda, Sae'Ka, Selwyn, Valen<br><br>Theresa gasped when the flaky fish men attacked Sae'Ka, and her relief when the result was nothing more than a wardrobe malfunction caused her to giggle almost hysterically.&nbsp; The battle seemed to be going well, and while she was no fighter, she did what she could to help.&nbsp; Muttering a brief incantation while forcefully flicking her wrist to expose her upraised palm, she pulled a simple wooden flute out of thin air.&nbsp; She brought the wood to her lips with no hesitation, and with deft fingering and expert control she began to blow. A jaunty tune filled the room, the melody airy and uplifting and inspiring.&nbsp; She kept fine tempo with the unfolding battle, trilling out comic chords to punctuate blunders - making them seem less important.&nbsp; While musically enhancing the impact of each successful blow - generating the impression that the music itself dealt damage to the target.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Free/swift action:</strong> summon instrument<br><strong>Standard action:</strong> Inspire courage: +1 to attacks and damage for all allies that can hear her play<br>And because the roll has no effect mechanically, I rolled the perform (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=42482) myself<br><br>Kokopelli's Theme (Music for the Native American Flute) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kmva8-kzgp4#ws)<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 13:16:46</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Adrian Lizban<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Day 1.<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The beach, near the beached ship<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shae, Cedric, Roland, Ianna<br><br>Adrian moves to pick up the club which Cedric had abandoned. He felt weight on his hands. He is unfamiliar with figthing with weapons but club is simple enough to figure out. He picks up the dagger and offers it to Shae, smiling saying to her; "Now your less unarmed for now." Once Shae takes dagger, Adrian moves with Ianna to help tie up one the sleeping goblins before they wake up from the spell. He replies to her; "Yeah, if we can communicate with them. If not I can tomorrow prepare spell which allows translate to me what they are saying."
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>coolhands</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 14:02:16</strong>
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				Name: Roland<br>Location: On the beach<br>Tagged: everyone on the beach<br><br>Roland was relieved to see that as he and another person standing on the beach charged the goblins, that they turned and fled in fear.&nbsp; Luckily for them the gobins were not interested in a fight and fell for their bluff, because that was not a fight Roland was sure they could win.&nbsp; In his oppinion it was always best to weasel your way out of a fight you were not sure you could win.&nbsp; As he began to calm down after the action abated, Roland started to take note of the others around him.&nbsp; Might as well start getting to know these people seeing as we are stuck together for the time being, he thought to himself.<br><br>Roland walked over to the large man whos was currently taking an old worn sword from one of the goblins.&nbsp; "thank you for comming to my aid on that one, it takes a brave man to charge a group of gobins on a fools whim".&nbsp; The others in the small group began to pick up some other weapons laying around as he introduced himself.&nbsp; "the name is roland and im quite glad to see that some others survuved that god awful ship wreck.&nbsp; But you right, i can imagine those goblins will be back, and we best be ready and settled by then."
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kythia</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 20:49:07</strong>
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				<em>Name</em>: Ianna<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; Day 1.<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; The beach, near the beached ship<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Beach People<br><br>"I can speak with them.&nbsp; I was trying to teach myself Orcish during our voyage, Deneir has been gracious enough to grant me the power to Comprehend Languages today."
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowOfHeaven</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 00:07:15</strong>
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				Aboard the Wreckage of the Dread Horizon<br><br>The ruins of her skirt a pile on the ground, and her actions made increasingly bold by <strong>Theresa</strong>'s music,<strong> Sae'ka</strong> lashes out at the Red Painted Fishling with her blade and sends a splash of green fluid into the chilled air. Combined with the efforts of <strong>Selwyn</strong>, it is a relatively easy task to separate the <strong>Red Painted Fishling</strong> with the remainder of it's life, the small creature releasing a pained and woeful gurgle as it perishes. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Red Painted Fishling has been slain.<br>All apparent enemies within the Cargo Hold are dead, or have fled.<br>Maron and Brandon are still engaged with the Sea Witch.</div></div><br>Upon An Unfamiliar Shore<br><br>Ianna, making an effort to bind the sleeping goblins with the tattered remains of a shirt, she easily judges her immediate attempt to be insufficient. <br>She will need better rope in order to bind them.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Use Rope attempt cannot succeed given current materials, taking into account the previous use rope failure.</div></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>victoria4</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 00:50:14</strong>
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				Location: Cargo Hold<br>Tag: any in the hold<br><br>Still attempting to soothe the wolf, Callenda watched the others dispatch the remaining fishling.&nbsp; She felt a twinge of conscience at leaving the others to face the creatures alone, but there were enough of them, and she felt her efforts here were necessary.&nbsp; At least the excitement had diminished the feeling of cold, somewhat, although she was still suffering its effects.<br><br>Stiffly, she moved toward the others, and her voice was a little tight as she spoke.<br><br><strong>"May I use that spear?&nbsp; I'd like to flip the latch on this cage, from a distance.&nbsp; I would recommend being well back, or even going back up and out of the hold.&nbsp; We don't all have to face the risk."</strong><br><br><hr><br>If nobody objects, she'd grab the spear, and prepare to open the cage with its tip once the others were clear.&nbsp; If someone else wants the spear, she'd offer to hand it offer after using it for this one purpose...
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 11:33:08</strong>
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				&nbsp; Maron gave a cry of fury and shape as blood soaked the chest of the one she'd tried to help.&nbsp; She caught her club on the backswing and held it towards the heavens.&nbsp; She reached for the power of her god, crying his name, then brought the club down at the Sea Witch's head with all her might.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; "Torm!"&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Smite Evil:&nbsp; +3 to hit, +1 to damage.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>coolhands</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 02:59:32</strong>
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				Name: Roland<br>Location: On the beach<br>Tagged: everyone on the beach<br><br>The beach was quiet now that the goblins had retreated back into the woods, and the five of them were standing on the bare beach in the wind, and Roland knew they needed to get organized.&nbsp; "well i don't know about the rest of you" he said aloud "but im tired of freezing my ass of out here, we should rally together if we want to see tomorow".<br><br>Roland turned to the two mages "mages, sorry didnt catch your names.&nbsp; Can either of you make fire, if so i want you to come with me and we will collect wood amd get a fire going.&nbsp; Which ever of you dont come with me can help out Ianna".&nbsp; Roland turns to Ianna asking "while we do that you can collect the bodies of the dead to put to rest, while doing that please search the bodies and the beach for anything useful.&nbsp; It wont be pleasent, i know, but its essential."<br><br>Last he turned to the large man currently weilding the goblins sword "well you look like the one with the most fighting experuance here, can you watch the goblin, and try to get him concious.&nbsp; If he comes to restrain him and let Ianna know immediatly.&nbsp; Maby we can learn where we are.&nbsp; Can you also watch the woods, i dont want anything else catching us off guard".&nbsp; Roland took a deep breath, he did not like being so forward with people he didnt know.&nbsp; That could get you killed in most circumstances, but here it may be what they need to survive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 17:11:56</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Adrian Lizban<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Day 1.<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The beach, near the beached ship<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shae, Cedric, Roland, Ianna<br><br>Adrian looks on Roland who starts take a lead and he replies; "I do not have fire spells prepared today, but I can prepare one if given me hour to change one my remaining spells. It should light up large stack of wood."
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 19:57:03</strong>
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				Name: Valen<br>Time: Day 1<br>Location: Inside the wreckage of the Dread Horizon.<br>Tagged: Calenda, Sae'Ka, Theresa, Selwyn<br><br><br>Valen scoops up the fishling's spear and passes it, butt-end, over to Callenda. "The sooner we're out of here, the better. Who knows if more of those fish-things will be on the way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kythia</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 02:13:02</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Ianna<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; Day 1.<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; The beach, near the beached ship<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Beach People<br><br>Ianna laughs in frustration as the shoddy linen of the shirt tears immediately when she tries to use it.&nbsp; She tries again with one of the halves but quickly gives up.&nbsp; "Well, that's not going to work.<br><br>Why don't we just bring the goblin with us away from the forest.&nbsp; No point splitting up more than we already are.&nbsp; Can one of you guys?" she turns to the fighters "lift him?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>coolhands</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 02:20:07</strong>
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				Name: Roland<br>Location: On the beach<br>Tagged: everyone on the beach<br><br>Roland looked at Ianna, impressed that she was able to keep such a level head under these adverse conditions.&nbsp; "yes that's a good idea, we should stay close". <br><br>Roland then turned to Adrian "ok good, start preparing immediatly.&nbsp; Don't let anything distact you, no matter what else happens. Our survival depends on getting fire".&nbsp; Then deciding to get down to it Roland starts to gather up whatever wood they can burn, and starts to pile it up a safe distance from the forest.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roland gathers wood for a fire</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowOfHeaven</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 22:46:16</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">The combat seems to have bogged us down a bit. <br>I'm going to nudge us toward some progress to free up actions and interactions.</div></div><br>It is easy to attribute some amount of intelligence to the gleam in the eyes of the wolf - a natural desire to project thoughts and emotions onto animals, particular for those with strong sympathies toward them. The creature, low to the ground, stares on with fur raised and teeth bared, while Callenda uses the spear to open the latch on the cage. The iron whines as the door opens, and though the empty space between them seems vast, the creature is suspicious and seems to have no longing to move closer to the ranger and her spear. There seems to be a moment, brief and quiet, where the animal's snarl begins to fade and its fur begins to flatten, but that moment is quickly interrupted.<br><br>Maron, her clothing torn from her body and her cudgel destroyed, tumbles down the stairs into the cargo hold and splashes in the shallow water at the feet of the others. "Dead. Brandon is dead," she says as she strains with all of her effort to get back up onto her feet. It is then that the others hear the wail, otherworldly, horrifying, echo throughout the corridors of the ship and there at the top of the stairs emerges the seething and hissing shape of the Sea Witch, nude and beautiful, her spines trembling in rage, her body brimming with hatred, and with her loathing begins to churn all the sea about them and from the depths comes the squeals and cackles of creatures strange and bestial. <br><br>All aboard feel the shadow of death cold upon them.<br>"Run," someone dares to say aloud, and all the terror of the sea is on their flight.<br><br>They scramble upon the slippery wood, taste the salt of the depths, and claw and fight and chew their way through all that wishes to grasp at their flesh. Swimming with all the might left within their bones, crushed within the waves, upon the sand, the specter of terrible things is with them in the water. The teeth of things that swallow men whole behind them, for those who dare to look back. And crawling, spitting up the ocean, kicking off scaled and fishy shapes that clutch at their ankles, the group climbs onto the shore to meet the others already there and the beginnings of a fire taking form.<br><br>Set against the moons and the flying clouds, they hear the wail of the Sea Witch call and the answer of all things death return her mournful song, while the shapes of terror climb upon the remains of the Dread Horizon, to scavenge the meat from her bones. Her tattered sails billowing in the wind, while the winding limbs of something unspeakable engulfs her from the water's break.<br><br>The sea has become their foe.<br>Through the fog someone sees a wolf run into the forest. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Callenda, Selwyn, Sae'Ka, Theresa, Maron, and Valen have all suffered 5 points of damage during the escape and -1 additional (temporary) CON loss. <br>Brandon has died.<br>Everyone is freezing.<br>Those upon the shore have successfully gathered firewood.<br>The 2 remaining goblins will wake up soon. </div></div><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>victoria4</strong> on <strong>20-12-2012, 05:07:20</strong>
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				So close - Callenda was sure she had been making a connection with the wolf, but that was behind them now.&nbsp; Poor Maron's arrival, with the Sea Witch on her heels, had put an end to all thought except flight.&nbsp; A flight through a freezing ocean, boiling with teeth, trying to snatch the survivors back and away.<br><br>Somehow they made it to shore - except for the unfortunate Brandon, of course.&nbsp; But now Callenda was much too cold to spare much thought for others, for anything but saving herself.&nbsp; There was kindling in place, but no fire yet - and somehow a dead or unconscious goblin was among those on shore.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">To start a fire without equipment, is a survival check appropriate (and considerable time?).&nbsp; One of the friction-based methods should be possible... if so, Callenda will try this, Survival +4</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 15:36:03</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Adrian Lizban (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157690.msg7246493#msg7246493)<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Day 1.<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The beach, near the gathered firewood<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone?<br><br>Adrian had focused reading his spellbook, even ignore the odd howling sound coming from the ship. He is shivering and freezing over in his moist robes but he concentrates transform one his spells into burning hands. He succeeds in time when crew comes out from ship and large pile of firewood had been gathered. He closes the tome and says loudly; "This looks good stack of firewood with decent ligther materials, now everyone step back so I can cast the spell set this on blaze." Adrian then starts chant in front of the firewood, then moving hands forward and then with gush of fire from his figner tips spirals a large cone of fire which briefly brightly burns over the collected wood! Burning it much as it can before it fizzles and Adrian waits for results.<br><br>OOC: Adrian casts burning hands. It does a 2d4 fire dmg and non-animated objects do not roll reflex saves. There suppose to be dry leafs and other flammable material in middle of the gathered wood. cone is 15'ft long so it can cover quite big stack of wood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 00:08:06</strong>
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				Name: Valen<br>Time: Day 1<br>Location: Beach<br>Tagged: All<br><br>Valen struggles ashore along with the others, kicking backward at nipping fish-teeth as he goes, and finally makes it onto dry land. Getting dry was crucial, to avoid freezing to death overnight, and it was good to see someone had the capacity to light them a fire without the flint and tinder lost in the sunken ship. He was still of two minds whether to dry his breeches while they were still on his body or not - he wouldn't be out of place in the gathered crowd to be nude, but it would still be rather awkward to disrobe from choice rather than circumstance.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lidian</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 01:16:34</strong>
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				Name: Shae<br>Time: Day 1<br>Location: Beach<br>Tagged: All<br><br>As soon as the fire was lit Shae would let out a long sigh of relief. Glad that they were finally getting a chance to warm up she'd nod and quietly thank Adrian. She'd promptly sit down as close as she could to the fire without burning herself and put her hands out so they would have a chance to warm up. <br>"It'll have to wait till morning but we gotta find some sort of way to feed all of us... unless the ships larder is somehow magically intact and gracefully floated to shore." She'd say, glancing back over her shoulder. <br>"Nope, definitely hasn't." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 11:26:58</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Maron’s rosy nipples were like ice.&nbsp; Worse, her finger’s were getting stiff from the chill.&nbsp; Sitting by a fire naked, hugging her knees, she felt very much a frightened little girl.&nbsp; Would that her beloved diety would gather her in his arms and take her to his home where…&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“No,” she whispered, pressing her shining eyes shut.&nbsp; “My duty is not done.”&nbsp; And I refuse to die so far from Torm.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her eyes rose to the two moons, searching the skies for familiar stars.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She began to work her hands together for warmth in front of the fire.&nbsp; As she built up some friction and flexibility, she cupped her nipples, hoping to transfer some of the warmth.&nbsp; She gave a contented sigh as they began to thaw a bit, then realized what she looked like, blushed, and returned to hugging herself.&nbsp; “So,” she said softly, “There are goblins on this shore?&nbsp; What did they have that might be of aid to us?&nbsp; Especially knives, and tinder.”&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 11:44:03</strong>
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				Adrian could not help notice varied nude beautiful women around the fire, it brought warmth to his loins and also warmed his body brief warmth which made him shiver in his wet robes. He started undress his robes until he was in his underwear trousers only. Folding his robes close to fire as possible to dry them up. While holding hand towards flames he heard what others asked about goblins and he said; "We found minimal eguipment from them, one knife and one short sword and they were given out already to figther types or those who were helpless without a weapon. We got some goblins escaped from encounter."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 11:49:23</strong>
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				&nbsp; The redhead looked up into the eyes of the mage who replied too her.&nbsp; She gave a wan smile and a nod.&nbsp; "Guess I'll need to find a new cudgel then."&nbsp; She sighed and cast a mournful glance towards the sea.&nbsp; "If only my chest would wash up with my flamberge and lion-helmed armor.&nbsp; That would be a blessed thing."&nbsp; She squeezed her eyes shut.&nbsp; She would miss those two items sorely in coming days.&nbsp; Not just for their practicality.&nbsp; They were presented to her on her knighting and were very special to her.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; She turned to the mage.&nbsp; "My name is Maron, knight of Torm.&nbsp; I don't know most of the rest of you, though I remember some of you from the journey."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kythia</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 11:53:02</strong>
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				Ianna was still fully clothed, although they were clinging to her a little with the damp.&nbsp; A fact she tried to hide by sitting with her knees hugged to her chest.<br><br>"Ianna, Acolyte of Deneir" she said as the introductions started, staring at the fire to avoid staring at flesh.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 12:47:12</strong>
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				Adrian nods on introduction and replies; "I am Adrian Lizban, from waterdeep and wizard by profession. But just a apprentice though so do not know any world breaking spells yet."
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>victoria4</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 18:43:22</strong>
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				Callenda squeezed into the circle around the fire, still in her dripping clothing, but with a great sigh of relief as the heat of the flames began to penetrate, and her clothes steamed in the chill air.&nbsp; She was shivering, her movements clumsy, but the first touch of heat was bringing some hope back into her downcast mind.&nbsp; The spear she had somehow retained in the mad dash from the ship, then used to wildly fend off the numerous sea creatures seen and unseen, was discarded on the sand, butt-end lapped by the waves, but right now she wouldn't leave the fireside for ... for anything.&nbsp; Even the couple of goblins didn't trouble her - hopefully someone had them in control.<br><br>As her chattering slowed and a bit more lucidity returned, her survival sense became more strident.&nbsp; With hardly any reluctance she fumbled at the fasteners of her clothing, peeling away the wet fabric and dumping it, piece by piece, in a pile at her feet, just inside the circle of survivors.&nbsp; The flames were a little hot even where she was standing, but she was glad of that, rotating when it became too uncomfortable on one side.&nbsp; Tiny pinpricks stabbed at her all around, but with time they seemed to become more dull, and eventually receded completely.<br><br>She smiled at the paladin she had met first, then looked over the others.&nbsp; <strong>"Callenda, a free ranger, formerly in Bavartin's service."</strong>&nbsp; Her eyes, scanning around them and over them, suddenly froze, really seeing the sky for the first time.&nbsp; <strong>"Where..."</strong> She blinked, shook her head, and stared at her hands for a while before looking up again.&nbsp; <strong>"I have no idea where we are.&nbsp; This wasn't just an ordinary shipwreck, I think."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>coolhands</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 02:57:02</strong>
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				Name: Roland<br>Location: On the beach<br>Tagged: everyone on the beach<br><br>The air was colder now, and Roland had to keep close to the fire so that he could get his clothing dry.&nbsp; As the others sat close, he listend as they introduced themselves.&nbsp; It seemed to him that they had gathered an interesting group of people on this beach.&nbsp; When the introuductions came around to him, he said "my name is Roland Hawklight.&nbsp; Despite our circumstances im glad to have a few people here with me, i doubt i would have survived this ordeal alone".&nbsp; &nbsp;As the fire popped and crackeled Roland looked at the goblins "we should decide what to do with them, before we try to sleep" he said despite feeling quite tired himself now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lidian</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 05:06:02</strong>
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				Shae would look up at everyone questioningly for a moment, choosing her words very carefully as she'd sit there tapping her fingers over her lips as she'd think it over for a few minutes. Eventually tilting her head to one side as she'd toss another small branch onto the fire.<br><br>"Shae Omberdawn. I work in acquisitions for private clients." She'd say as she'd tap her fingers against her knees now, eventually leaning forward and pushing a log further into the fire. <br><br>"So who wants to cuddle huh?" She'd say with a soft snerk as she'd roll her eyes slightly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 10:49:02</strong>
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				Adrian smirks what Shae said and replies; "Not a dumb question in present circumstances. We have no blankets, clothes take time to dry and best source of heat besides this fire is from other warm body. If given preferances I do not mind cuddling with you for warmth Shae."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowOfHeaven</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 20:52:56</strong>
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				<strong>Upon an Unfamiliar Shore</strong><br><br>Adrian's magic has successfully ignited the gathered wood to create a fire, which aids greatly in the battle against the cold. The wind that blows across the beach is a cold one, but is now bearable within the radiance of that camp fire. The group will have to make an effort to maintain the fire, of course, but with the forest edge near, that will be more a chore than a challenge. There is cloth from the ship's sails and wood from the wreckage floated to shore, but their supplies are limited.<br><br>The sea is far too dangerous to fish, so the party will eventually have to travel inland to hunt and search for food, once they have recovered from the latest ordeal. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 08:52:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Adrian shivers by cold wind which blows from the ocean. Seeing the wet sails and loose pieces of rope attached to them and the wooden blanks and refuse. He says outloud his idea; "This wind is not anyway warmer....think we could form a wind blocking screen with that sail? Some cover from wind would be welcome."
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lidian</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 13:11:35</strong>
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				Shae would find herself speechless for a moment at someone taking what was meant as sarcastic banter seriously, her cheeks going red as she'd run her fingers through her hair and pull down the front portions as if trying to hide her slightly pointed ears. <br><br>"Uh, I guess. Better then freezing to death." She'd say as she'd swallow and look away, eventually turning her attention down towards the torn sails strewn across the beach.<br><br>"That might be an idea, if we can secure it to something. But we don't have any rope right? Gods I hope this place is warmer during the day." She'd say as she'd rub her arms. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yesiroleplay</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 17:47:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Theresa06.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Theresa<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Day 1.<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the beach.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Sae'Ka, everyone<br><br>The dark elf put a serious beat-down on the Red Painted creature, killing it handily and almost without aid or equipment.&nbsp; The interplay about the group's new spear, the release of the wolf and the ranger's attempts to calm him, and any plans to scavenge the wreckage of the Dread Horizon were all abruptly interrupted by the panicked entrance of the redheaded warrior and the chilling wail that followed her.&nbsp; Theresa wasn't quite sure how she got out of the hold, or how much sea water she swallowed getting to shore, or just she managed to make shore at all.<br><br>What she did remember was the awful burn of a relatively warm wind blasting into her side, the grit of sand in her mouth and against her bare skin, and the dead weight of her own limbs as she tried to pull herself off the ground.&nbsp; It took every ounce of her might to pull herself out of the water, and nothing was left to pick herself up and walk the scant yards to her gathered fellow survivors. <br><br>Pushing her hands helplessly into the wet sand, she almost made it up to one knee when a dark hand gripped her bronzed arm and roughly jerked her up to her feet.&nbsp; The brutal strength of the grip and the force used to pull her scrambling up off the beach and toward the others was... shocking.&nbsp; Shocking and electrifying - it seemed as if some of that strength flowed from the ebony warrior into her own frail body, and she found new strength to stumble along behind the nearly elemental force dragging her to safety.&nbsp; <br><br>The fierce drow stumbled as they ran, her numb foot tripping over some debris littering the beach, and she nearly pulled them both down before she recovered by leaning heavily upon the frail human bard.&nbsp; Tired and freezing, they ended up in an awkward sideways embrace supporting each other as they stumbled up to the gathered wood and the partial circle of fellow survivors.&nbsp; Well, perhaps Theresa's support was more moral than physical, because she was effectively hanging off Sae'Ka's strong arm by the time they arrived.<br><br>She seemed quite content to remain there, even cuddling more snugly against the dark tower of strength, and more importantly, of warmth, as they stood near the welcome blaze.&nbsp; Alert eyes popped from face to face as people spoke, and finally she spoke up.&nbsp; <strong>"Theresa."</strong>&nbsp; She pronounced in a surprisingly calm and melodious voice, though at the moment she didn't have the energy to properly project that fine instrument.&nbsp; <strong>"My name is Theresa."</strong>&nbsp; She seemed small and meek and very decorative indeed, ornamenting her new friend's half-circling arm.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kythia</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 22:13:19</strong>
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				"I'm sure there are some ropes washed ashore, attached to the sails or similar.&nbsp; Or if someone has more practical skills than me" she glances at Callenda "it might be possible to fashion ropes from the clothes of those not as lucky as us.&nbsp; I tried but..."&nbsp; she shrugged with a laugh.&nbsp; "Even aside from warmth, a shelter would keep any potential rain off and, if we covered it with sand, might even hide us from unfriendly eyes.&nbsp; At a quick glance, at the very least."
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>victoria4</strong> on <strong>28-01-2013, 04:37:14</strong>
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				Though more than a little reluctant to ever leave the circle of warmth around the fire, the entirely sensible points made by the others struck home; Callenda chided herself for being so single-minded in her search for immediate warmth that she ignored the questions of long-term needs.<br><br>"You're absolutely right.&nbsp; We can surely find enough driftwood, sail and line to fashion shelter.&nbsp; I don't know about the camouflage, our first efforts, without tools, won't be particularly strong, but should keep the wind off, and rain if the gods decide to kick us while we're down."&nbsp; She looked around, turning to leave her back to the fire.&nbsp; "Using the trees for support will give a better shelter, but the danger of being surprised is greater."&nbsp; She eyed the goblins, and remembered the spear then... a moment's frantic searching and she located it, not too distant.<br><br>"Right, I'll start on building a lean-to at the treeline, if everyone's agreeable.&nbsp; I'd recommend a single shelter for all of us, to share warmth... but that depends on what scraps we can find.&nbsp; It's easier to jury-rig two smaller ones..."<br><br>For now she left the circle, naked but still more bothered by the wind than modesty, retrieved the spear and jammed it, butt-down, into the sand well above the waterline.&nbsp; It stayed up, and after a couple of seconds she turned and began selecting scraps of wood and sail, but occasionally returned to the fire long enough to limber up when her hands became clumsy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>28-01-2013, 08:40:56</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Maron still hugged herself as the introductions went around, but she straightened a little, looking into the eyes of each as she spoke, inclining her head and offering a soft greeting, then repeating their names quietly to aid her memory.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Now she rose to her feet in the sand.&nbsp; Her breasts swayed softly as she lowered her arms to her sides.&nbsp; “I’ll help you, Callenda,” the paladin said, moving once again to gather salvage that could be used for walls, canvas, firewoord, rope.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And hopefully a cudgel or spear.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lidian</strong> on <strong>30-01-2013, 22:49:32</strong>
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				Shae had started to get up to assist Callenda with building a wind barrier. Maron would beat her to it and... well honestly she didn't mind at all. Scooting herself in closer to the fire with a small yawn. <br>"Should of slept while I had a warm bed on the ship. Never know when to count my blessings." She'd say with a shake of her head as she'd rub her hands together. Unhooking the book from her belt she'd open it near the fire, flipping through the pages and attempting to dry them out without setting them on fire. <br>"So tomorrow, We should try and explore that forest and find some food. I have no idea where we've been dropped but something doesn't seem right and it's not like there is an inn conveniently open on this particular beach with a choice of fish or chicken. I don't know about the rest of you but dying of starvation is pretty low on my to-do list." She'd say as she'd shake her head. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kythia</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 00:34:28</strong>
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				Ianna perked up at Shae's words.&nbsp; "What's the book, errrr Shae?&nbsp; Was it?&nbsp; If you don't mind me asking?&nbsp; All of mine were in my trunk and..." she waved a hand sadly at the wreckage.&nbsp; She stood up and moved round the fire to sit beside her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lidian</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 03:40:15</strong>
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				"Magic." She'd say simply as she'd up-turn the book and start shaking it out. The script on the page seemed to be written in some sort of golden ink. Every page covered in intricate diagrams and long blocks of text in what looked like an elvish script. <br>"Was my father's a while ago. He handed it off to me in hopes that I would 'live up to a fraction of elvish perfection'. He taught me a little but... well I guess he got bored or something. Been trying to teach myself the rest." She'd say as she'd wrinkle her nose distastefully as she'd&nbsp; shake her head. Quickly thumbing through the pages like one would in a flip book.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 03:41:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/XZbeF.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Sae'Ka<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the beach, by the campfire<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Theresa, anyone else who's around the fire<br><br>Despite what it may have seemed like to Theresa, the Dark Elf was running on fumes and scraps of adrenaline as she struggled to guide them both towards the heavenly warmth of the small fire. Her frozen and shivering muscles had been ready to give out at any moment, and it was only through sheer luck that Sae'Ka's legs had held until they made it, at which point she did immediately collapse to her knees, one arm still wrapped around the bronze skinned girl's shoulders to pull her body close.<br><br>She felt a lot more vulnerable than she ever would have liked, shivering visibly and kneeling there completely nude in front of a random assortment of strangers. The dagger that Sae'Ka planted into the sand in front of her only provided a very small amount of comfort, perhaps not even as much as the warmth and softness of Theresa's bountiful curves, but at least it was something. She quickly took note of what everyone else was carrying and was at least relieved to see that nobody else was armed any better than she was...but then again she might wish that they had been if any more threats like the Siren from the wreckage showed up.<br><br>"Sae'Ka," the Dark Elf breathed curtly. She wasn't really one for introductions and whatnot, but she also understood that there was strength to be had from numbers, so she know that she'd have to make an effort to seem more sociable than usual in these particular circumstances. If per chance some sort of schism or conflict were to develop within the group of survivors, she wanted to at least make sure that she landed on the right side of it.<br><br>After taking a few minutes by the fire, Sae'Ka forced herself back onto her sore and tired feet even though she would have liked to rest for perhaps at least a few more hours. The wind was still biting hard, and she wanted to search for anything that could be used as makeshift clothing as well as to simply explore the surrounding area so that she knew a little bit more about where she was. The way that her hand slipped away from Theresa's shoulder had made it quite obvious that she was welcome to tag along, and in fact Sae'Ka actually wished that she would indeed choose to do so.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yesiroleplay</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 04:24:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Theresa06.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Theresa<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Day 1.<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the beach.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Sae'Ka, everyone<br><br>Safe inside her refuge under an incredibly strong if faintly trembling arm, Theresa watched and listened as the others spoke and moved.&nbsp; <strong>"Not only a windbreak."</strong>&nbsp; She offered.&nbsp; <strong>"But a reflector for the fire.&nbsp; I flat rock surface is best."</strong>&nbsp; She was no expert on survival, but she had a quick with and an observant eye and she remembered actions and advice from fellow adventurers.&nbsp; <strong>"To throw the heat back and focus it."</strong>&nbsp; She wasn't entirely sure how to accomplish all that, but she did know that a fire banked against a wall seemed warmer.&nbsp; <br><br>Seeing the others get up and start working motivated her, and she decided she should help too.&nbsp; But it was warmer held close to Sae'Ka and she couldn't bring herself to break contact.&nbsp; Instead she reached down and stroked a sleek black thigh, not gently as in a caress, but briskly and almost roughly.&nbsp; It was a massage intended to bring up the blood and build warm in the frozen flesh.&nbsp; Her hand never quite wandered into dangerous territory, but constantly threatened to.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally the powerful drow stood and Theresa joined her, graciously accepting a hand up she deftly prompted from&nbsp; her companion.&nbsp; Sae'Ka's wish was granted as Theresa accompanied her away from the fire in search of salvage and booty.&nbsp; It didn't take many steps away from the fire before they walked hip to hip.&nbsp; It was warmer that way.<br><br>Still, they were on a search, and while her eyes weren't overly adept in the dark, she still did her best and helped the night elf gather the many more pieces she spotted.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OoC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Search check (d20+2) for salvageable items.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>victoria4</strong> on <strong>01-02-2013, 00:30:15</strong>
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				(right, forgot the tags)<br>Name: Callenda<br>Location: Beach and treeline<br>Tag: Maron, anyone else<br><br>"Thank you, Maron.&nbsp; At least there's quite a bit of wood to choose from."&nbsp; The ranger picked her way through the bodies and wreckage, until she found a light spar, broken but still long enough for their needs. <strong> "Can you get the other end of this?&nbsp; If we can get it up to those trees, with a few scraps of rope..."</strong><br><br>Grunting softly with the effort as she walked backwards, she managed a wry smile. <strong> "Nothing like a bit of effort to warm us up, right?&nbsp; I don't think anything could make me go back into that water - even if it wasn't full of vicious creatures.&nbsp; Oh, and speaking of vicious creatures..." </strong> she nodded toward the spear as they passed it.&nbsp; <strong>"...perhaps you should take that for now.&nbsp; I'm sure you're better with it than I am - I lean towards something a bit lighter.&nbsp; And if there are other goblins in the trees..."</strong><br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Building a shelter, perhaps requiring a survival check?&nbsp; +4 if so, perhaps benefitting from Maron's Aid Another too?</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>01-02-2013, 12:00:32</strong>
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				Adrian shivers by the fire while watching the women go check through the refuse and wreckage on shore for more wood and cloth and rope to use to make a shelter. Adrian feels sadly useless as he has no carpenter skills nor he having much muscle strength to drag the blanks. Plus even now he shivers so much he can barely keep his teeth clattering! But he however does what he can do; watch the fire keeps burning by placing logs and branches collected on the side and if need be he goes quickly check woods for more firewood once they start run low. Hoping tomorrow he can think some better spells for wilderness survival.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lidian</strong> on <strong>01-02-2013, 18:20:32</strong>
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				It wouldn't take very long before Shae was satisfied that her book was indeed intact and didn't have anything lodged in the pages from her desperate bout of swimming kicking and flailing herself to shore.&nbsp; She'd close it and look around for a few moments as she'd run her fingers over her clothing which had been reduced from a rather sensible outfit made from leather and cotton to having been utterly ripped apart to the point where only the leather and bare shreds of cotton remained. She'd sigh as she'd slowly strip off the wet leather and remove her boots, upturning them and letting the water sloshing around in them drain out. She'd set her stuff by the fire as she'd cross her arms over her chest with her eyes half shut. <br><br>Her back had a stylized image of a dragon across her shoulder blades which had previously been covered by clothing. Her breasts were moderately sized, no more than a handful each and she'd quickly cover them with her arms as she'd press her legs together with somewhat of a grimace. She didn't like it, but it was better than sleeping in wet clothes and boots and then promptly freezing to death at some point in the night. She'd glance towards Adrian as she'd start to chew on her lip. <br><br>"Come on, lets go warm up." She's say with a bit of a sigh as she'd look around the camp and eventually settle on Ianna. <br>"Looks like the Drow and the bard are warming up to each other... if you wanna join us that's fine by me. You're to cute to go and freeze to death." She'd say with a small smile.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>01-02-2013, 18:50:47</strong>
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				Adrian while shivering hears Shae's comment towards him, inviting other girl also in for warming up. He leaves where his clothes are but he picks his tome with him. He sits adjacent to Shae, his side being cool from wind and slight moisture but soon warming up from fire and combined warmth. He opens his tome which had magical sigils and surprisingly was not soaked in the wreck. Some sigils were familiar but there was a lot more sigils drawn and notes written in his book than Shae's. He weared still his underwear trousers which were quite dry. Bodybuild wise he was slim, thin even.<br><br>After few moments Adrian's shivering calms down and he smiles little while diverting his gaze away from his book; "Now I dare speak without my teeth clattering, thanks from sharing the warmth Shae." His gaze returns soon back to the book. A distraction if any from the cold but he watched the fire is properly fed and kept going.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowOfHeaven</strong> on <strong>02-02-2013, 08:12:22</strong>
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				<strong>Upon An Unfamiliar Shore</strong><br><br>The perilous sea behind and the secrets of the forest ahead, the survivors build their camp beneath the high moons and the looming shadow of the mountains beyond the wild that awaits them. They have managed to gather wood and cloth from the wreckage of the ship and with its aid construction becomes possible. There is a fire brought to life by magic and clever thinking, and sheltered from the frozen wind by the rocks by which they have camped, they are able to find rest for the first time since awaking on the shore. The cold is still a danger, but they begin to find warmth in one another - and it may be their bonds to one another, which determines their survival in the end. There are sticks and clubs to be used as weapons and the crude short swords found on the dead goblins which had attacked, but hunger and thirst will soon be counted among their woes. There is danger, too, within the forest, as the goblins which came upon the beach certainly must not have been alone.<br><br>For the moment at least, however, the night is quiet and calm. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: "The Dread Horizon" DnD 3.5 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kythia</strong> on <strong>13-02-2013, 08:41:44</strong>
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				Ianna grinned nervously and kept her position with her knees pinned to her chest for a while.&nbsp; Watching water get poured out of boots though did bring to mind the uncomfortable sloshing in hers which she had succesfully put to the back of her mind.&nbsp; Picking a time when the males around the fire were distracted and wouldn't notice the way her clothes were clinging she quickly stood up and yanked them off.&nbsp; Peering inside with an upturned nose.&nbsp; Before sitting back down.<br><br>She waited until Adrian's attention was on his book again before another lightning fast stand up and disrobe had her in a pair of simple cotton briefs and her sodden trousers joining her boots in front of the fire.&nbsp; Then hurried over, one arm covering her breasts still in the dripping we jerkin, to sit next to Shaie
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