Escha Island - Port Hope (DnD 3.5e)
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				Title: <strong>Escha Island - Port Hope (DnD 3.5e)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 09:57:57</strong>
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				The small settlement of Port Hope sat on a tiny island just off the coast of Escha Island.&nbsp; Connected to the larger island by a sturdy stone bridge, it was the only bastion of civilization for hundreds of miles in any direction.&nbsp; <br><br>Once a bustling town of more than three hundred, Port Hope had nearly been destroyed in repeated raids by all manner of unpleasant creature.&nbsp; The fort that had once blocked the entrance to the bridge was nothing but a charred ruin, and many of the town's buildings had been burnt or otherwise damaged or destroyed.&nbsp; The population was less than fifty now, organized under the leadership of the former mayor's daughter, a woman by the name of Jera. <br><br>The 'Blue Sprite' had docked at the only remaining pier that Port Hope still had standing.&nbsp; The Captain, a grizzled veteran of a hundred battles that went by no other name or title, had completed the journey in record time to bring his cargo to the beleaguered settlement.&nbsp; <br><br>The Captain was waiting on the pier, overseeing the unloading of his ship and waiting for the various passengers to disembark.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Escha Island - Port Hope (DnD 3.5e)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Opheliac</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 06:38:30</strong>
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				Stepping out of her cabin, Apsara straightened her blue saree and glided down the ramp. Her knapsack heavy with her 'adventuring' gear, the dark skinned woman setting the bag down before bowing to the Captain. "Thank you, sir, for the speedy voyage. I wish you good luck and calm waters on your return to the mainland. Would you be kind enough to point an old woman to good lodgings?" Her brown eyes glittered with the sunlight reflecting off the waters, the gentle sea winds rippling the wavy dark hair while she waits on the Captain to direct a few more shorehands emburdened with cargo.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Escha Island - Port Hope (DnD 3.5e)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 10:40:10</strong>
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				The Captain turned a grizzled face on Apsara as she bowed, a small smile gracing his lips.&nbsp; He only ever smiled in the presence of women, and even then only in the presence of those he considered high class, respectful sorts.&nbsp; <strong>"It has been a pleasure my lady." </strong> He answered, his voice rough.&nbsp; <strong>"The town is under the leadership of a woman named Jera, a messenger has been sent to fetch her, so hopefully she will arrive momentarily."</strong>&nbsp; His gaze shifted to the ruins of the fort, visible in the distance.&nbsp; <strong>"What is your plan for protecting this place?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Opheliac</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 21:01:22</strong>
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				Her eyes also turn with the Captain's towards the ruined fort, and a small frown turns the edges of her lips down. "Without a meeting from the other experts and deed owners, I cannot say much. Most likely, some temporary barricades will go up within a few days, and we will hire or train more guards to patrol here. Then we will see what we can do about that fort." Apsara clasps her hands in front of her, and regains her composure. "I am sure we will meet again sir. You will be returning to Escha for supply trips, correct?" The question was not so much a question to see him again, as it was a way to bring the conversation to a lighter topic. "You have been very kind and gentlemanly around me, and I would be glad to know that you will be continuing to assist us in rebuilding this settlement."
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				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 09:59:15</strong>
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				The Captain nodded in reply to her plans, but made no comment despite a thoughtful look in his eye.&nbsp; <strong>"My ship and another have been hired to supply you, one of us should be by about once a week, good weather and the blessing of the gods willing.&nbsp; Some supplies will be provided for free I understand, others will need to the paid for.&nbsp; Though I don't know how you will afford them."</strong>&nbsp; He smiled again, a kindly look on a weathered face.&nbsp; <strong>"The measure of a man is in how he treats a lady."</strong>&nbsp; He informed her.
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				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 14:41:55</strong>
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				The petite elven sorceress Tilyana climbed out of the hatch from below on the ship.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her gear with her,&nbsp; as her light crossbow hung strapped to her back with a case of cross bow bolts.&nbsp; &nbsp;A satchel pack hung at her side.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The ship's deck hands heads turned to espy the exotic beauty.&nbsp; &nbsp; Her fine delicate elven features, long pointed ears marked her race as elven.&nbsp; &nbsp;Although it is not these features that cause the crew to snap heads.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is the elven garb she wore.&nbsp; &nbsp;A fine gold chain encircled her waist.&nbsp; &nbsp;A silk green strip of cloth that served as a loincloth gently swayed between her thighs.&nbsp; &nbsp;Similar strips of silk cloth hung draping over her pert breasts.&nbsp; Which in all left her backside wide open to a delightful view.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Weather or not the captain viewed her as lady was of no consequences to her.&nbsp; She was every bit the elven maiden.&nbsp; &nbsp;She just did not adhere to the customs of the humans dress codes.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Those looking would notice the weight of the satchel hung over her right shoulder caused her to lean to her right.&nbsp; &nbsp;Leaving one to believe it carries a much greater weight then one would have guessed.<br><br>Her midnight blue eyes sweep over the deck.&nbsp; &nbsp;While she makes her way to the gangway plank to disembark the ship.&nbsp; &nbsp;A sultry gently roll of her hips swaying back and forth with each graceful step.&nbsp; She of course is one&nbsp; of those hired by the duke to protect the town and island.&nbsp; &nbsp;A glance is given to the other ahead of her now with the captain of the ship.
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				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 05:26:48</strong>
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				<strong>Sir Samuel H. Ellsworth</strong><br><em>Port Hope Pier</em><br><br>A tall, slightly older gentleman disembarked not far behind Tilyana, attempting to hold himself with as much poise as one clearly overloaded with supplies could.&nbsp; His build is somewhat unhealthily slight, suggesting a physical frailty that seemed a poor match for the dreary little island.&nbsp; Maintaining an aura of command, he does not allow a jot of weakness to show in his face, a rugged and classically defined visage with lightly tanned skin and full, painstakingly maintained beard.&nbsp; His features are stern yet inviting, the look common to those that have endured much yet still guard a warm flame in their hearts.&nbsp; Pale green eyes, a most discerning gaze, look out from under a regal brow.<br><br>Even in the most untamed lands, it seems like there is always room for a snappily dressed politician.&nbsp; Sir Samuel the Negotiator (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/lion_Man_by_phobs-d344yt3.png), as some with clout back on the mainland knew him, seemed more than eager despite his surroundings.<br><br><strong>"Captain, you have truly outdone yourself!"</strong> the man praised, voice rolling out like energetic thunder.&nbsp; <strong>"We've made excellent time--and arrived not a moment too soon from the looks of it."</strong><br><br>He came to a stop beside the Captain and the women who had come before, smiling broadly at the latter two and offering his blessings for a fine morning.<br><br><strong>"It seems as though we have our work well cut out for us, but I have faith that we'll manage to turn this place into a real colony again, a true gem for the kingdom's coffers."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 09:47:43</strong>
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				The Captain crinkled his nose slightly as Tilyana joined them.&nbsp; It wasn't that he had a problem with elves, it was just the way she dressed.&nbsp; No self respecting lady would flaunt herself that way.&nbsp; But he hadn't been paid to judge, and a true man was polite in all company.&nbsp; So he gave the elf a nod before turning his attention to Samuel.<br><br><strong>"It was fair winds and a good ship that brought us here so swiftly, I was lucky enough to be blessed with both."</strong>&nbsp; The Captain answered.&nbsp; <strong>"Hopefully your future ventures will be as blessed."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 14:43:12</strong>
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				If Tilyana noticed the crinkling of the captain’s nose.&nbsp; &nbsp;She would give no indication of it.&nbsp; &nbsp;She sweep a gaze to both of them standing there.&nbsp; &nbsp;Gives a polite genial nod to both the captain and Apsara.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>”Your skill and competence of your crew is truly our blessing.” </em>&nbsp; Tilyana says in response to the captain’s remark.&nbsp; &nbsp; Further response is stifled.&nbsp; &nbsp; As the tall dashing elder gentleman joins the small congregation gathering before the group disembarks the ship.&nbsp; &nbsp;Like the other two a genial nod is given.&nbsp; &nbsp;But accompanied with a vivacious smile.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Her gaze then sweep over the ruins of the fort that had once stood tall and proud.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then to the accompanying town that once nestled in the protective closeness of the fort.&nbsp; &nbsp; Now a town that is near extinct.&nbsp; &nbsp;This though is one of the reasons they are there.&nbsp; &nbsp; Too reinvigorate and once again turn the town into a vital hub on this frontier outpost.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The moment survey of their destination,&nbsp; &nbsp;Tilyana turns her attention back to the others.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>mystictiger</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 19:56:16</strong>
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				Horatio finally emerges - the hard-wearing explorer's outfit he's wearing still manages to have a stylish cut to it. As he passes the captain, he shakes the man warmly by the hand. "Good show, sir. The trip was all the more entertaining for your presence and for that of your officers. Please let navigator know that I'm eager for another hand or three of Talis"<br><br>Shouldering his pack and taking his walking staff in hand, he sets off down the gang-plank and goes to stand with the others. "Your pardon, ladies and gentlemen. It takes a long time to look this ill-shaven and no-longer seasick" he says with a wry grin. <br><br><em>"It seems as though we have our work well cut out for us, but I have faith that we'll manage to turn this place into a real colony again, a true gem for the kingdom's coffers."</em><br><br>Looking up at the ruins he quirks an eyebrow. "Not <em>exactly</em> as welcoming as I was hoping for, but still, where there's life there's hope. Or in our case, where there's Hope there will also be life."
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				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 22:06:26</strong>
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				Samuel grinned at Horatio, puffing himself right up as though he could barely contain the mounting excitement in his breast.&nbsp; <strong>"I couldn't have said it better myself!&nbsp; I won't lie and say that our odds are particularly reassuring from the outset, but I have the utmost faith in all of our abilities to put things right again."</strong><br><br>The man stroked at his beard a moment, glancing back at the ship.&nbsp; <strong>"I don't suppose you ran into any of the others on your way out, my good man?&nbsp; I must admit that I'm eager to set down on dry land and get my bearings, to say nothing of being filled in on the true gravity of the situation we're to be dealing with."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Opheliac</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 01:37:15</strong>
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				Nodding in return to the elven woman, and bowing lightly to the newly arrived gentlemen, Apsara shared the information she had been given by the Captain. "Our Captain has confided that a messenger has been sent into Hope. The current head of state will be arriving soon to greet us." She did not share the same enthusiasm as the others apparently, but she would speak not of it yet. The ruins of a bastion was an ill omen, Apsara's sharp mind already getting into the statistics of what kind of force would be required to take such a building down and decimate the population of the town. Sure the indigenous species of Escha Island was hostile to the Kingdom's frail grasp on this land. Clever planning would be needed to shore up suitable defenses and create an economy in Hope that would be able to fund a new fort and the army to defend it. The woman's dark eyes gleaned all the information they could about the town while the gentlemen chatted.
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				Post by: <strong>mystictiger</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 02:47:56</strong>
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				Horatio folds his arms as he looks up at the building, the wind ruffling his hair just so. "I will admit to having spent almost the entire journey either trying to beat the navigator at cards or on deck trying to hold on to my lunch. I am therefore entirely unfamiliar with what it is we're supposed to do here."<br><br>Shifting the pack ever so slighly and then adopting a suitably dramatic and heroic pose, he continues.<br><br>"I stand ready to fight for the cause of freedom, truth, justice, profit, and all good things, provided of course someone can tell me what exactly it is that I'll need to do"
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				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 10:20:38</strong>
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				The Captain gave a thankful nod to Tilyana in response to her compliment before turning his attention to the newcomers.&nbsp; He gave a shrug to Horatio, never having been much of a gambler himself.&nbsp; <strong>"If you will excuse me."</strong>&nbsp; He suddenly said as they began talking amongst themselves.&nbsp; <strong>"I need to ensure they don't damage the ship while offloading the stone."</strong>&nbsp; He gave a respectful nod to those gathered, then headed up the ramp to his ship, shouting orders as he did so.&nbsp; <br><br>The town's leader had yet to arrive, leaving those gathered a few minutes to discuss their plans.&nbsp; <br><br><em>OOC: Waiting for a couple more people to post, then I will get the ball rolling</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 11:18:17</strong>
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				Samuel clapped his hands together, looking between those gathered with a hopeful, if scrutinizing eye.&nbsp; <strong>"I almost wish the trip over had taken a mite longer than it did, or perhaps we would have had more of a chance to get acquainted with one another!&nbsp; I fear the days ahead may prove strenuous, and there shall be little time for talk.&nbsp; I do take it that some of you know your way around a fight?"</strong><br><br>As classically handsome and sturdy of features as the man was, he certainly didn't seem like the sort to prove capable on the battlefield.&nbsp; Whatever armor he had brought was no doubt in the backpack he struggled to carry, but the sword sheathed at his hip looked more for ornamentation than fencing.
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				Post by: <strong>Phantasmatical</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 11:57:18</strong>
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				Madadh had, from the outset of the voyage, spent the vast majority of his time with the crew. He had enjoyed the stories they told about sea monsters and did not doubt their superstitions, and had shared some legends of his own with them. With the others he was less acquainted, for he had elected to remain on deck as much as possible throughout the voyage, lending himself to whatever task he could along the way rather than remaining in the passenger's quarters. It wasn't that he disliked any of them - far from it. He was curious about them as much as he was about the ship and the sea, but he did not like such enclosed spaces, particularly those that were quite so damp, and out on deck he had been busy most of the time trying to make himself useful.<br><br>Likewise, when they went ashore he put his back into the task of helping to haul the cargo ashore, while meanwhile Finn, the wiry grey hound that had accompanied him, lay on the grass off to the side, seeming quite content to be back on land once more. The dog, which had been so very calm and still during the entire trip, had run about in great circles, great bounding strides carrying it gleefully across the grass.<br><br>When the time came for the cargo of stone to be taken ashore, however, Madadh's time of assisting the crew was over. That task required rather more skilled handling. So he jogged back up the gangplank, still barefooted and bare-chested, to bring ashore his shoes, cloak, and a small woven bag he'd obtained in the port they'd left not so terribly long ago, which presumably carried his only possessions. He carried his weapons ashore as well - a well-made scimitar and spear - but these he did not keep with him, depositing them on the ground as he disembarked for the final time and found himself nearly in the gathered group already, as it had formed quite close to the gangplank. <strong>"I can fight."</strong> He said by way of introducing himself to the group. He stood a full head-and-shoulders above Tilyana, who was the nearest to him, so it was not difficult for him to be seen despite not actually being a part of the little circle.
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				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 15:36:25</strong>
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				While the others continued to come out one by one.&nbsp; &nbsp;It showed how much each of them knew little of each other.&nbsp; &nbsp; More then that it shows the individual mentality of each person.&nbsp; &nbsp; It leaves a question to be asked of Tilyana to herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;Why did the duke&nbsp; hire such a collection of adventurers.&nbsp; &nbsp; If he planned to repopulate the island, to rebuild the town.&nbsp; &nbsp;Why not send&nbsp; a company of warriors and engineers to begin rebuilding the fort.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Regardless they would have to draw together.&nbsp; A central sturdy building in what remained of the town.&nbsp; Should be selected as the spot to hold and protect all within the town.&nbsp; &nbsp;They would have to stay together in such.&nbsp; &nbsp;Which left the question did the town endure raids.&nbsp; &nbsp;Or was the harassment only to outlying area of the town from the other denizens of the island.&nbsp; <br><br>With each other member of the group hired joined the group.&nbsp; &nbsp;She give a congenial nod of greeting to each.&nbsp; &nbsp;All except for the one with a feint smell of wild berries and nutty aroma that clung to him.&nbsp; &nbsp; She smelled it simply because he stood right behind her.&nbsp; Towering over her, as she has to tilt her head up and back to look up at him.&nbsp; Catching a whiff of his smells.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><em>"Hello,&nbsp; no doubt."</em><br><br>She array at him, greeting him with a hello.&nbsp; &nbsp;While answering his simple statement 'I can fight'.&nbsp; &nbsp; She didn't know him personally.&nbsp; Although she remembered him on the ship.&nbsp; &nbsp; He had been quite visible with either helping out with chores with the ship's crew.&nbsp; &nbsp;Which was impressive because he was taken with seasickness and often losing the contents of his stomach over the side.&nbsp; &nbsp; His choice of dress suggested a individual that spent a lot of time in&nbsp; the wilderness.&nbsp; &nbsp;A person quite capable and dangerous in a fight.&nbsp; &nbsp;However, such types usually are lone wolfs.&nbsp; This thought suddenly leads her to the next to pop in her mind.&nbsp; Suddenly remembering that he also has a dog.&nbsp; &nbsp;Tilyana&nbsp; drops her head and looks back to see if his dog is with him.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Phantasmatical</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 05:53:03</strong>
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				Madadh looked down to the elf standing before him, quiet for a moment before he pulled his eyes away from her mostly-naked body and back onto her face. A nod was given to her, finding himself momentarily tongue-tied once he was addressed directly. Finn was not difficult to spot, lying passively on the grass in the same spot he'd been since his exuberant running about was over. He did get up to move as one of the sailors shooed him, his leggy gait carrying him easily away from the bustling movement as the shipment was unloaded. Finn moved to Madadh's side, leaning against him and shoving his head up under the yound man's hand, panting happily at the scratch behind the ears.<br><br>"I am sorry we did not meet well on the ship." he said to the group as a whole. "I am Madadh, and this is Finn."
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				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 06:14:18</strong>
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				"Sir Samuel H. Elsworth, at your service!" the dapper man replied, brimming with enough cheer for the rest of them.&nbsp; "Negotiator and Facilitator of Foreign Relations.&nbsp; And might I say, that is a simply <em>remarkable</em> hound.&nbsp; Did you breed it yourself, or was it merely a chance meeting?"
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				Post by: <strong>Phantasmatical</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 07:08:34</strong>
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				Madadh brightened at the enthusiastic greeting, his smile growing at the man's energy. So many he had met were quiet and subdued, almost painfully shy around others. It was not something with which Madadh was either familiar or comfortable. His mention of Finn earned an extra few points as well, as Madadh looked with pride down to the loyal beast. "I did not breed him myself; he was a gift from my... Uncle." He had to fish for the proper word; he'd never been good at remembering the right names for family in the common tongue. "He was sick as a cub," His people did not refer to their young dogs as puppies, but as cubs, as befitting their wild beginnings, and Madadh used the common word for a wolf cub accordingly. "But he is strong and fast now." Finn, who could tell that he was receiving praise, made a low growling sound of pleasure.
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				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 07:21:38</strong>
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				Elsworth beamed at the energetic dog, leaning over just enough to look him right in the eyes without toppling over from the weight on his back.&nbsp; "Truly the miracles of life never cease.&nbsp; It says a great deal about your character that you were able to take weakness and mold it into something as proud and able-bodied as he.&nbsp; With that kind of dedication and heart, I am <em>certain</em> we'll succeed in turning back the dark tides that have swept over this poor place."
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				Post by: <strong>Phantasmatical</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 08:04:54</strong>
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				The dog's muddy brown eyes stared back at Elsworth without blinking, unflinching and neither threatening nor threatened. Madadh had some trouble following the eloquent phrasing, and he decided that he would have to get used to such words quickly. His words reminded the young man of the plight of the little town however, and his eyes drifted up again, finding the burnt-out husk of the old fort. "Who has been attacking the town?" he asked, not sure if the topic had come up yet or not. Clearly it was a force of no small power, if it had been able to topple the fortress and decimate the entire colony.
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				Post by: <strong>mystictiger</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 01:48:58</strong>
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				Horatio watches the exchange about the hound curiously. Still a little green around the gills he doffs his elegantly plumed hat in a half-arsed flourish. "The name's Hawkwood. Horatio Hawkwood. I have no particular clue as to why I'm here." He looks up again at the ruins. "I doubt that the locals have much in the way of fine tailoring or dining, and will have little use for an actor. Having said that, they may have some spare coin..." he finishes with a wolfish grin.<br><br>"Excuse me a moment - the world is still spinning ever so slightly. I shall return in a moment."<br><br>He sets his gear down and goes to find a tree to sit under and soil to kiss.
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				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 04:38:03</strong>
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				Tilyana seeing the dog would smile.&nbsp; &nbsp;Before she can utter a response.&nbsp; The others start speaking, as the group suddenly has a semi informal round of introductions.&nbsp; &nbsp;This amuses her, for they had the whole voyage on the ship to do such.&nbsp; &nbsp; Even herself,&nbsp; &nbsp;yet they had all remained pretty much aloof from each other.<br><br>The next thing that strikes her as odd.&nbsp; &nbsp;Is back to why not a company of warriors and some engineers and sappers to help rebuild town and fort.&nbsp; &nbsp;Why such a collection of sell swords,&nbsp; adventurers.&nbsp; &nbsp; Why the deeds,&nbsp; assuming that the others had been given deeds also in being hired.&nbsp; &nbsp; What was the purpose,&nbsp; unless the real truth they been brought here not only to clear the island and once again establish the town back to somewhat of its former prominence.&nbsp; &nbsp; That they also are included in repopulating it.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Tilyana shrugs off the last thought.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Looking up she would introduce herself to the group.<br><br><em>"I am&nbsp; Tilyana."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Escha Island - Port Hope (DnD 3.5e)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 05:54:43</strong>
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				Samuel would give Madadh a somewhat helpless look, shrugging at the question.&nbsp; "I'm afraid we're still waiting to find that out!&nbsp; The Captain claimed that a representative of the colony would be arriving shortly to take us to our lodging, and presumably to fill us in on the details.&nbsp; I can't quite say I'm all too eager to <em>see</em> what we're up against, but a bit of forewarning would be nice."<br><br>He only gave Horatio the slightest of glances, shaking his head sadly the moment the man had left.&nbsp; "Even in such a run-down place, it seems there is no shortage of people looking to take advantage of another man's desperation.&nbsp; He doesn't seem all that dangerous, but perhaps we would all do best to keep an eye on Mister Hawkwood.&nbsp; I know that <em>I</em> will not be tolerating thievery, certainly not against those who have already lost so much."<br><br>To the soft-spoken Tilyana he offered another charming grin, something that seemed to suit his face perfectly.&nbsp; "A pleasure, my dear!&nbsp; Now, I don't suppose that <em>you</em> have a steady hand with a blade?&nbsp; Not that I doubt you don't have the brawn and skill to protect all of us yourself," he added, looking to Madadh, "But between me and Horatio I'm beginning to fear our chances should the colony come under assault again."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Escha Island - Port Hope (DnD 3.5e)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 01:49:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman who came down the dock walked with the long strides of someone who didn't have enough hours in the day.&nbsp; She was attractive, young, and female.&nbsp; Her hair was a fiery red, and fell to just past her waist.&nbsp; She was wearing a simple dress that accentuated her curves, but covered her from neck to toe.<br><br><strong>"I am Jera."</strong>&nbsp; She informed the group as she approached.&nbsp; <strong>"I am the leader of this town, you are the people sent to help us?"</strong>&nbsp; Her eyes scanned those already there, but gave no indication of her opinion of what she saw. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Escha Island - Port Hope (DnD 3.5e)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 02:30:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cedric walked up, lagging well behind the others.&nbsp; The symptoms of one who was recovering from seasickness were easily visible upon his face.&nbsp; A well-made longbow was slung across his back, along with a great hammer.&nbsp; Along his belt hung all kinds of tools.&nbsp; &nbsp;"My apologies," he said quietly.&nbsp; He walked over to Samuel, standing a bit behind him.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Escha Island - Port Hope (DnD 3.5e)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 12:41:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Just as Samuel seemed about to make his introductions, Cedric finally cantered up to the rest of the group and made his presence known.&nbsp; The man offered his nauseated employee a quick look of sympathy, patting him briefly on the shoulder before slipping through his colleagues to meet Jera face to face.<br><br>"Indeed we are, Ma'am," he began, not with the boisterous bluster of a pampered noble, but with the level-headed calm of one who knows they have been thrust into dire circumstances.&nbsp; "I believe we are all present and accounted for.&nbsp; I am Samuel, and I'm sure the others will be more than willing to introduce themselves in due time.&nbsp; Rather than take up any more of your no doubt precious minutes than are necessary, perhaps you could fill us in on the details of the attacks?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Escha Island - Port Hope (DnD 3.5e)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 13:03:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tilyana turns towards the young woman with fiery red hair.&nbsp; &nbsp;Adorn in a dress that covered yet accentuate her womanly curves.&nbsp; &nbsp;The woman would introduce herself as the leader of the town and name as Jera.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>With quick reaction,&nbsp; one of the group of compatriots hired for this task on the island.&nbsp; Would push through the others to speak to Jera.&nbsp; &nbsp;Introducing himself as Samuel.&nbsp; &nbsp; He would get right to it, with asking questions.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>With the question asked of Jera.&nbsp; &nbsp;Tilyana edges up closer,&nbsp; not as the one named Samuel who seemed to want to be front and center in the conversation.&nbsp; &nbsp; She moved closer to hear the response.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Escha Island - Port Hope (DnD 3.5e)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mystictiger</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 14:23:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling rather more human, stable, and a live - especially after a quick swig on his hip-flask, Horatio returned to the group. Still a little shakey around the edges, he watches Jera and nods to her words.&nbsp; Poor woman - presumably the child of the previous leader, left orphaned and in power. No wonder the warrants had been issued. <br><br>Smelling his breath to make certain that the last hint of vomit was gone, he strides heroically and manfully back towards the group and inserts himself next to the lovely lady and puts an arm on her shoulder, and then in his best 'quarter-deck naval officer inspiring troops'-voice<br><br>"Never fear, Lady Jera, for we are indeed those sent to deliver you and your people. You have Samuel's skill with words, Cedric's skill with the bow, Tiiyana's magic, Madadh's strength, Apsara's wisdom, and my sword. You merely need to point us in the right direction and tell us what we need, and it will be achieved. No task to big nor too small. We are at your command"<br><br>Perform: Oratory check<br>At 2010-12-23 07:22:35, mystictiger (uid: 13754) rolls: 1d20m5 Result: 18 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=20881)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Escha Island - Port Hope (DnD 3.5e)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 12:22:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Orcs."</strong>&nbsp; Jera informed Samuel by way of explanation for what happened. <strong> "Well organized, lead by a powerful shaman.&nbsp; They seem to raid once every few days.&nbsp; Sometimes they kill some of us, sometimes they burn our belongings, sometimes they carry of men, women, and children."</strong>&nbsp; She shrugged.&nbsp; <strong>"They could have killed us all, I don't know why they haven't."</strong><br><br>Jera flinched, though she tried to hide it, as Horatio touched her shoulder. <strong> "Remove your hand."</strong>&nbsp; She hissed out between clenched teeth.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Escha Island - Port Hope (DnD 3.5e)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mystictiger</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 12:41:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He couldn't have been <em>that</em> out of practice. He unhands the woman immediately.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Escha Island - Port Hope (DnD 3.5e)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phantasmatical</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 14:06:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Madadh watched the woman approach, glancing down as Finn stepped forward just a few inches to put his shoulders even with Madadh's body. He listened quietly to Samuel's question and its subsequent answer. He was not terribly familiar with orcs, but he had heard enough tales of them (in the more western lands he had inhabited of late) to know that they seemed to be much like his people. At least, they were described the same way by those he heard. He had heard both his people and these orcs described as brutish, uncivilized, stupid, and apt to rape and pillage for no real reason other than sheer aggression. Naturally, he had not seen their handiwork before, but it was not quite enough to convince him that these orcs were completely in the wrong here. There were multiple ways to look at everything.<br><br>But he kept his thoughts to himself, his expression merely becoming more thoughtful as the answer was given. Horatio's words of encouragement were rather bolstering, although he thought perhaps given a little early since none of them really knew the capabilities of the others. He did not seem to pay much attention to the brief, annoyed tone Jera showed, making a point to make eye contact as he spoke. "How many orcs have died?" His question was asked in a tone more thoughtful and curious than concerned.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Escha Island - Port Hope (DnD 3.5e)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 17:38:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Orcs, you say?"&nbsp; Samuel asked, more to himself than Jera.&nbsp; The man stroked his beard, and one could almost hear tumblers falling into place as the idea rolled about in his skull.&nbsp; "Interesting.&nbsp; Their tribes usually prefer plains and mountains, but a raiding party that has adapted itself to this tropical locale must surely be exotic and formidable indeed."<br><br>His eyes steeled themselves as daggers in Horatio's direction, reprimanding but saying nothing.&nbsp; "You have endured a great deal, m'lady.&nbsp; That you still stand, exhausted as you must be, is a testament to your will as a human being.&nbsp; Rest assured that we will not allow this desecration to go unpunished."&nbsp; Then, giving the docks a tired glance, "Perhaps we should continue this briefing in private.&nbsp; Do you have a room set aside for town meetings, perhaps?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Escha Island - Port Hope (DnD 3.5e)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 17:39:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tilyana would interrupt at this point.&nbsp; &nbsp;Giving the young woman a partial curtsy as she began to speak.<br><br><em>"The question should not be how many orcs have died.&nbsp; &nbsp;But how many of the town capable of martial skills is left to fight.&nbsp; How often do the orcs attack,&nbsp; is it one band or is more then one.&nbsp; &nbsp;Are they organized in their attacks.&nbsp; Is there orc clerics,&nbsp; arcane users or even a druid?&nbsp; &nbsp; I also am a bit ignorant on the fort.&nbsp; Was it in use before the attacks.&nbsp; &nbsp;If so,&nbsp; I take it no lords or knights of the fort are alive.&nbsp; No offense meant my lady Jera.&nbsp; &nbsp;But I would assume such that one of them would be&nbsp; running the defense of the town.&nbsp; &nbsp;We are here to help,&nbsp; but I can see and you can also see we are not the experience campaigners.&nbsp; &nbsp;That one might hope for, so any information you can relay to us, so we may better serve the town would be greatly appreciated."</em><br><br>Tilyana&nbsp; would fall silent as she looked up to the young woman.&nbsp; She wait for her response.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><sup><strong>Gather information roll</strong><br>At 2010-12-24 10:26:52, Tilyana (uid: 714) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 12 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=20902)</sup>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Escha Island - Port Hope (DnD 3.5e)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phantasmatical</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 19:57:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Madadh glanced to Tilyana as she corrected him, but bit back a reply. His inquiry had not been made out of ignorance; merely poorly phrased. He was not nearly so capable of spinning words as they were: his questions were simpler. The number of orcs that had died was mildly important by his line of thinking. If scores had died, and yet they continued attacking, it meant they truly had a substantial force from which to draw. Madadh was familiar with battle in a more tribal format, without a true army. The focus was not in the defence, but in depleting the enemy's resources before your own ran out. But this town was run differently, and these people thought differently. He had to remind himself of that. They thought about themselves in conflict rather than about the enemy. It was a strange perspective to him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Escha Island - Port Hope (DnD 3.5e)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mystictiger</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 01:00:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Horatio absolutely dismisses any 'reprimand' delivered to him. For why else are we here than to bring hope? Having found that the woman is immune to the one talent he has, he instead drifts to the back of the circle and looks for sources of information more forthcoming, and less hostile. Dock-workers, labourers, anyone that won't have to follow the 'official' line - someone in power in such a disaster area <em>will</em> have something to hide.<br><br>--<br>Gather Information check (+8 mod) and using a few gold coins to pay for food / drink / medicine / night with a good woman as appropriate. I assume that the GM will want to make rolls like these.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Escha Island - Port Hope (DnD 3.5e)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 08:58:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jera shrugged at Madadh, her posture somewhat more relaxed now that no one was touching her.&nbsp; <strong>"A dozen maybe, maybe more when the fort still stood and we still had some soldiers stationed here.&nbsp; None of us that remain are warriors.&nbsp; All we can do is hide and pray when they come."</strong><br><br>She then turned her attention to Samuel, flinching again at his mention of 'enduring a great deal'.&nbsp; <strong>"We... had, a town hall.&nbsp; It still stands, but its condition is... less than pleasant.&nbsp; We could use the tavern I suppose, it has been abandoned for a week, ever since the owner was killed."</strong>&nbsp; Her tone was oddly flat when she spoke of the condition of the town hall, though returned to normal as she talked of the death of the tavern owner.<br><br>Her attention next turned to Tilyana. <strong> "None, at least not effectively.&nbsp; I suppose a couple of us may still be able to swing a sword.&nbsp; But the soldiers were the first to die, most when they burnt down the fort."</strong>&nbsp; She shuddered slightly at the mention of that event. <strong> "As for the orcs, I don't know.&nbsp; At least a hundred they said, before the fall of the fort.&nbsp; They have some magic, but how much is their leader, and how much is others I cannot say.&nbsp; They attack as rarely as once a month, as often as once a day.&nbsp; They rarely come in groups of more than a dozen anymore, though we have done nothing to whittle down their numbers."</strong>&nbsp; She shrugged.&nbsp; <strong>"The fort once held an entire garrison, twenty men I think under a knight of some sort.&nbsp; They kept to themselves mostly.&nbsp; Most of them died during the fire, the rest were hunted down not long after."</strong><br><br>-HORATIO-<br><br>Most of those on the dock were from the ship's crew.&nbsp; There were a couple people that looked to be locals, but they were busy moving cargo from the ship and into town.&nbsp; If he wanted to find information or women, he would have to head into the town proper.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Escha Island - Port Hope (DnD 3.5e)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 16:31:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The elven sorceress nods to the response from Lady Jera.&nbsp; &nbsp; Perhaps the title is not hers, nevertheless the young woman had been thrust into her position with the circumstances an deserved the respect of such at this time of crisis.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Tilyana would shift her gaze towards Horatio.&nbsp; &nbsp;Whose own gaze swept over the dock area.&nbsp; &nbsp;Briefly she study him.&nbsp; &nbsp;Before turning her attention back.&nbsp; &nbsp;A light kick up of wind swirled blowing a piece of debris along the dock.&nbsp; &nbsp;As well would flutter the hair of elven maiden and the light flimsy cloths that covered her.&nbsp; <br><br>Her gaze once again on Jera and others gathered talking to her.&nbsp; While at same time looking past the young woman towards the town.&nbsp; Rija would slip his head out from the confines of her almond brown hair.&nbsp; The tiny black asp her familiar would with his red eyes look over the gathered others, giving off a slight hiss.&nbsp; &nbsp;Tilyana would then&nbsp; respond, conveying her thoughts on the tavern.<br><br><em>"The tavern would be a good choice."</em><br><br>In her mind a good choice, simply because it would have a food stores,&nbsp; likely a cellar.&nbsp; Even perchance the tavern might even have its own well.&nbsp; &nbsp;Along with the fact it would have rooms for guests.&nbsp; &nbsp;It could be turned into a defense able structure.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Escha Island - Port Hope (DnD 3.5e)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 05:26:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cedric nodded appreciatively at Samuel, though somewhat embarrassed at his own condition.&nbsp; He remained silent, not even chuckling as Horatio was rebuked for his attempt at either a comforting gesture or a come-on.&nbsp; Under the circumstances, either seemed understandable enough, but Cedric knew he'd fare no better with the smell of his own vomit still lingering on his breath despite drinking some water afterward.<br><br>He listened as questions were asked and answered.&nbsp; Admittedly it did not sound well, but with them there to organize defense at the fort, all would-wait.&nbsp; The fort was burned down?&nbsp; Had he been told that and misunderstood, or simply not known?&nbsp; He had been so busy learning languages and engineering that he was sure there was much he'd forgotten.&nbsp; He'd assumed that defenses would be in need of repair and improvement, but completely destroyed?<br><br>He shook his head, unsure what to say, when his peripheral glance noticed the revelation of smooth skin from beneath the elven woman's thin cloth garments.&nbsp; His gaze refused to immediately tear away, both being unfamiliar with the scant clothing elves apparently wore, and the fact that what was revealed was very pleasing to look upon.&nbsp; He eventually managed to look away, the severity of the situation catching back up to him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Escha Island - Port Hope (DnD 3.5e)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 09:40:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The town was almost empty as Jera lead the group through the town to the tavern.&nbsp; The destruction was obvious throughout the town, where untouched buildings stood next to the charred remains of other structures.&nbsp; The tavern was still intact, though the walls showed sign of damage.&nbsp; Both from fire and axe, and two of the neighboring structures were reduced to charred rubble.<br><br>The interior of the tavern was one large room.&nbsp; The windows had been boarded up, and the floor, bar, and tables were covered in a light layer of dust.&nbsp; Jera lit a lantern by the door and carried it with her to one of the large tables near the center of the room.<br><br><strong>"This is it."</strong>&nbsp; She informed the group as she placed the lantern on the table.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Escha Island - Port Hope (DnD 3.5e)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 16:38:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				To those fortunate enough to follow the elven sorceress.&nbsp; &nbsp;A symmetry of motion sensual in nature.&nbsp; &nbsp; The rolling provocativeness of her hips, causing the sash shay of her gait.&nbsp; &nbsp; The thin strips of flimsy adornment fluttering with the motion of her walk.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes darted left right all around.&nbsp; &nbsp; Pain flashed full of sadness at looking at the condition of the town.&nbsp; &nbsp; As the group is led to the building that serves as the inn.&nbsp; &nbsp;Pausing to take stock of the scars of the raids that adorn the inn outer walls.&nbsp; &nbsp;Buildings to either side are nothing but burned husks of rubble now,&nbsp; charred ruins.<br><br>Entering into the inn then with the others.&nbsp; &nbsp;The evidence that the place has been unused for a bit.&nbsp; &nbsp; With the light covering of dust.&nbsp; &nbsp;Of which there entry into the place stirs up some of that dust.&nbsp; &nbsp;Causing&nbsp; her to sneeze spontaneously in reaction.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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