~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread
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				Title: <strong>~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 04:34:48</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Finders Keepers<br>A Scarred Land's Story</span></strong><br></div><br><div align="center">(http://i55.tinypic.com/wb2xd3.jpg)</div><br>It is the first Belasday in the month of Tanot within the city of Shelzar it's high walls shield it's occupants from a sandstorm that brews on the horizon, it is night and the occupant's of the city of pleasures the city of sin go about there business as usual. For tonight in a night like any other for many who walk the streets and alleys, a night to revel a night to seek out the pleasures and excess the city offers up on a daily basis.&nbsp; But for a few tonight was a night that perhaps would be remembered and marked, it was tonight that the enigmatic Lady of the Mask would offer employment to a few of Shelzar's mercenaries,rogues and sellswords. Little fact was known of the Lady of the Mask but there where many a rumor whispered of her wealth and influence, she had arrived almost a year ago and seemingly settled into the cities foreign quarter.&nbsp; <br><br>The foreign quarter was a picture of what made Shelzar what it was within its streets and alleys one could see and find the root of the city, in this new emerging age of inquisition Shelzar had become even more popular among many of the races and people of Ghelspad. For Shelzar was a tolerant and open city what you could find within it walls you would scarcely imagine to find elsewhere on Ghelspad, where once the foreign quarter's purpose had begun to seam irrelevant it now had purpose once more packed with new arrival's and races from all of Ghelspad.&nbsp; As one walked the alleys exotic sights and sensations intruded upon the senses, the harlot's and entertainers of the quarter where all too eager to entice and entertain whatever the pleasure or sin. The smells of the many exotic foods and spices within the quarter was a constant plague upon the mind, and if they where not enough the barks and shouts of those selling them probably where.&nbsp; It was hard to move with the packed streets and alleyways without being offered something, even the illicit and black market wares seamed to be eagerly offered up and on display here. <br><br>The Quelskan Kitchen was the place of meeting this night one of the most famous ethnic restaurants within the quarter if not the city itself, it's owner a Zathiskan woman was a uncontested in the art of traditional and authentic Zathiskan food. The smells of the pungent curries and grilled meets wafted through the local streets, drawing both approval and some disgust from those who where not fond of Zathiskan cuisine. Usually the Quelskan Kitchen was busy especially during the night taking advantage of the lack of curfew which had once been common in the quarter, but tonight the place seamed empty other than the owner and her few staff.&nbsp; <br><br>Within the Lady of the Mask and her entourage waited in private seclusion, those whom had searched and come to meet with her where directed into the room. The Lady of the Mask and her entourage sat some distance from the table and seating provided for her guest, The Lady herself sat at the center of a table with a fellow masked companion stood behind her and two of the city guard either side of her chair, the table was set beneath veil of the finest mesh silks further adding to the mystery and rumor of this most secretive of women. It was said that nobody has ever seen her face, some even whispered that she did not have one many rumors about her nature circulated none had ever been proven. She was dressed in a black and white dress worn beneath a heavy black robe she showed no flesh but ample jewels and signs of wealth, her fabled mask was topped with a crimson wreath of silks&nbsp; her masked facade forever blank.&nbsp; <br><br><div align="center">(http://i53.tinypic.com/2pzbbyg.jpg)</div><br>She toyed with the meal before her examining and sifting through it idly with her fork held like an implement of dissection, clearly she had no intention of eating it she did not come here for the food after all.&nbsp; As her guests arrived and placed themselves before her she glanced them over, she had been searching for weeks for a suitable company of men or women to add to her books those she could trust and employ to perform special services for her.&nbsp; She placed her fork to one side and glanced towards the owner of the restaurant who lurked to one side, the owner nodded in turn and swiftly headed of.&nbsp; Moment's later the most unusual of small creatures scurried forth from the back rooms, carrying with it a bound book and black chest lined with glimmering silver supports and hinges, the two guards looked nervously at the reptilian creature. It's small form was clad in a small robe and hood it's snout and tail poked forth from the covering clothes, it's scaly skin was a mottled dark gray and black it appeared to have but one beady eye the other covered by a strange eye piece.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i51.tinypic.com/acafq0.jpg)<br></div><br>The peculiar creature hopped up on to a chair besides it's mistress she turned towards the creature and pulled the book from the top of the chest, placing the book before her she opened it up and conjured forth a black feather quill from her sleeve in a manner of legerdemain that would make her perhaps versed in magic or exceptional slight of hand. The creature nodded to the woman and looked to those gathered before it clearing it's throat it spoke the common tongue in a raspy sibilant tone.&nbsp; <br><br><em>“Thossse that ssseek employment, ssspeak and be known my missstresss hasss chosssen you among many.&nbsp; Ssshe hasss tasssksss for you and isss prepared to pay a high price for your time and ssservice.&nbsp; The Lady of the Masssk asksss you consssider before you accept her tasssk, there will be dangersss and perilsss before you, but in placing your livesss in her ssservice you will receive of her many blesssingsss and asssissst in the cleansssing and reparation of Ghelssspad.”</em><br><br>The creature looked once more to the Lady of the Mask and she nodded once again to the creature and he opened the black chest to reveal the strange glint and glimmer of exotic coins, she glanced to those gathered before her and spoke herself as she gestured for those gather to approach. Her voice echoed forth in a clear and untainted tone “Speak now, come forth one by one sign my book join me in service and I will reward you for it.&nbsp; Your first task will be a simple one for all of you I am sure that is why I have chosen each of you, all that remains is your own choice.&nbsp; If you have questions, now is the time I will permit them.” <br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Interest &amp; Info Thread</strong><br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=109421.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=109421.0)<br><br><strong>Characters &amp; System Thread</strong><br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=110412.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=110412.0)<br><br><strong>OOC Thread</strong><br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=110411.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=110411.0)<br></span><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 13:12:50</strong>
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				Tomorrow did indeed come and after making himself a hearty breakfast. Weom once again picked up the advertisement and pondered it for sometime. He had a few days free from the pits and perhaps he could find the time to allow her his. He would listen to what she had to say he thought and if he did not like the sound of it, he could always leave. “So I’m going to the foreign quarter am I?” he said to his dog, Max, whom he was stroking from under the table. “Fancy a little extension on our usual walk tonight, aye?” <br><br>He knew of the Quelskan Kitchen, he had eaten there before. So he finished up his breakfast and spent the day preparing for his little trip. The meeting was set for nightfall so he had plenty of time to prepare. <br><br>With just one hour to go, he packed some previsions on his horse, Ahearn, and with his dog, obediently to his side, he rode in the direction of the Quelskan Kitchen. <br><br>Weom did not live in the most desirable place, but compared to the foreign quarter it was paradise. Food was meant to smell good, wasn’t it? However, it rarely did in this quarter. All he knew was that if you wanted chicken in your meal here, you would be as likely to get it as receive good head sex from a virgin princess. He laughed at his comparison as he finally arrived at the entrance to his destination. <br><br>Once his horse was securely fasten, he put Max on a lead and entered. He was surprised once inside that he did not have to queue to get in and before long he was shown to this elusive ‘Lady in the Mask’. He was not the first to arrive and would not be the last. He was about to glance over them a little to see if he recognised any of them, but before he did that, his eyes moved to her potential employer. Upon doing this, he found that he became transfixed. I hold that would most likely remain until the end of the meeting.&nbsp; <br><br>She seemed to be playing with her food and waiting for something. He did not see the others arrive, nor at this point did he care as a little reptilian creature, no bigger than his arm, leaped onto the table and handed her something. A book it looked like and once she had it, the creature sat next to here. It was clearly a pet of hers. The strangest thing happened next as after a subtle nod the creature began to address both him and the rest of the group. He listened intently as the creature clearly has some sort of lisp or something. Strange how Weom focused on this and not the fact that a speaking reptilian creature was strange in itself.&nbsp; <br><br>Once he had finished, Weom observed it open up a black chest. The riches to behold within said chest were reason enough for him to stay. He would do almost anything for money. The pit fighting had proved that. <br><br>Once again his eyes moved back to her as she began to speak. It seemed she wanted him and the others to sign the book that her pet had given her. Most likely a contract of sorts. How bad could it be as he walked towards her with every intention of signing? “I am at your service, my lady.” As he put his mark on the page. “I have no questions for the time being as I am sure some will come to me once I have heard what it is that you propose for our ‘first simple task’”. He smiled at her as he backed away so to allow the others the chance to sign. If she wished to address him further, she would have the time later, he thought. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 15:16:04</strong>
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				<br>The small creature the Lady and her companions watched Weom carefully although only the city guards reacted nervously to his approach, the Lady of the Mask offered the quill up to Weom once she realized his intent and turned the book before him so that he might see. It was a simple affair a log of names, some of which had notes beside them relating to status, such things as&nbsp; "Paid in full", "Deceased", "Missing" and "Retired".&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The Lady reached back for her quill once Weom had signed her ledger and gestured to the small creature and the box of exotic glimmering coins. &nbsp;"Thank you Weom please take one of my coins but have a care not to spend it. This is not something you would wish to trade, it's value is to be kept carry it with you always there will plenty of other wealth to claim and spend."&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>The small reptilian creature looked up at Weom and held the box up to him, within glittered and glimmered the most unusual of coins, rimmed obsidian black with metallic gray toned centers they where stylized with a mask on there front and back.&nbsp; The creature nodded eagerly at Weom and shook the chest slightly <em>"Take one, Jussst one don't be greedy thessse not for ssspending."</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Mysterica</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 19:02:40</strong>
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				Almost from the moment Rhaella had heard of this meeting being held by the "Lady of the Mask" she had been intrigued.&nbsp; It seemed that for the most part finding work even this city was harder than she had anticipated.&nbsp; It seemed everyone she tried to get a job from had a problem either with the fact that she was a wood elf or a sorceress and no one would listen that her powers derived from divine means not the thrice damned titans.<br><br>Thus, she waited patiently for the meeting to start and listened to the woman thinking that if this didn't work out she would simply set out on her own hunting down Titanspawn.&nbsp; What the woman said certainly did intrigued the elf, so much so that she actually felt rather compelling to join up for this quest be it working for her at her manor or dying a horrible death in an impossible quest, especially as she would most assuredly die hunting on her own.<br><br>She thought for a moment once they were given the opportunity to sign up and after watching a man who almost assuredly had to have been a transfiguration spell gone horribly wrong she stood up and announced, I too will join.&nbsp; There is little enough work in this city for one such as me after all.<br><br>Thus, she walked up to the woman, passing the giant bull of a man on the way and signed the book, took the offered coin, and walked back to her chair.
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				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 23:02:52</strong>
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				Though the sun has set, the stones of the road radiate heat like a fresh-skinned kill.&nbsp; Shiloh wear rope sandals on these night-time streets; this place is not her home, nor is it natural... it is no place for a bare foot.&nbsp; Paper lanterns and torchlights break up the darkness, with gaps and chips of light, like bad teeth in the night's gaping maw.&nbsp; &nbsp;Months and months of this strange city; years now, it seems, and it is no more welcoming to her than ever before.&nbsp; So many breathing the same air with those not their bretheren.... so much ill will, so much clutter and disorder.&nbsp; There are many shadows for her devils to call home.<br><br>Entering the masked one's court, the wary eyes of guards are upon her... she wears a broad hat of tattered, woven straw.&nbsp; For a moment, the unyielding stare of the mask across the room becomes her focal point-- an unflinching gaze, a look of acceptance and judgment at once that makes Shiloh feel whole and at peace.&nbsp; The hat removed, her blonde hair beneath glimmers like grains of fine, dry sand, the whole of it braided sternly and dangling down her back.&nbsp; The hairstyle does nothing to distract from her elven features,&nbsp; and her tapered ears and angular eyes are obvious.&nbsp; Two small bars-- amber-colored tattoos, fine in detail and faded against her sun-tanned skin, underscore her eyes, which are steady and piercing yet, somehow, flaring with the stoking of some inner furnace's flame.<br><br>A tattered shawl unwinds from her shoulders, and it is clear what she hid; her modest brown-gray robes bear the strange markings of something forgotten to man's time, and barely cover her frame-- her body is elegant in natural design, like a well-built racing beast, but surprisingly frail-seeming.&nbsp; Surely she can be no warrior-- but every movement speaks of ocnfidence, readiness.&nbsp; Every tensed muscle and tendon visible seems honed and readied for power.&nbsp; She is like something carved from wood, some surreal amalgomation of a fawn and a wolf.&nbsp; <br><br>She listens, she watches.&nbsp; And when it is her turn, she signs... she speaks nothing of the pettiness of contracts, she greets no one and asks no questions.&nbsp; She is merely here, for now, incredibly alone among them.&nbsp; The coin disappears into her robe, somewhere near her waist.&nbsp; It is the only thing she will carry for now.
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				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 04:47:33</strong>
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				From the small, bare room serving him for lodgings, Nurthan gathered his belongings and set out for his destination, his dress subdued except for the jeweled pendant around his neck. His preference was to dwell on the street itself, but in a city such as this, there were enough of the truly destitute and downtrodden that to compete with them for their carefully gained and guarded resting places would have been wrong. Instead, he settled for the floor of the tiniest inn room he could find.<br><br>He came to the house of the Lady of Masks shrouded in a long brown robe, hiding his body with its armor and peacebound mace. All he owned was on his person now, as he knew little of what would come past this night, and he was ready to travel. In the meeting room itself, he waited patiently in utter silence, his eyes fixed ahead without an apparent focus, until the Lady herself emerged and spoke to them. Even when she did, he gave no reaction for several seconds, then stepped forward silently to sign his name and take the offered coin. It went into his belt pouch, joining a sparse handful of others with a forlorn clinking noise.
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 11:03:19</strong>
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				Storm grumbled as she woke up with a bastard behind the eyes, shit it was a really ‘good’ one. By the gods her mouth felt like a horses arse. Touching the side of her face, the one without the scar was a little swollen the woman tried to remember if she had been in a fight last night, or she had fallen over, it could have been either. As she struggled to remember the events that had passed Storm did remember she did have somewhere to go……ahh yes it was on that paper. After looking at it through she sighed. As it was coin was getting short, very short, and she wanted to eat and more importantly buy booze then this was an option.<br><br>This bloody masked lady must be pretty desperate if she was getting in touch with her, scraping the bottom of the barrel as it were. Still she may as well go there might be some free grog or something. So after some painful contemplation and her usual coughing something disgusting the women made here way there.<br><br>She arrived a little late, some might say fashionably late. She looked about the room and cast her eyes over those gathered. <em>Oh fack…elves…</em> A deep sigh fell from her lips. She was though rather pleased to see Woem and approached grabbing his backside. “ ‘Ow’s ve maggot lav…” Her attentions then went to Lady mask and her critter, the woman scratched her face and then sniffed wiping nose across her sleeve. “Sorry I’m a bit late ya know ‘ow it is, waylaid and all vat shite.”&nbsp; Storm coughed then, and continued to scratch her scar, “Fing is abaat vis signing, Last time I signed up I was in ve fackin’ army …ma’am. So is vere a get out sort of fing aver van buyin’ the bleedin’ farm ma’am.” Storm needed the money yes…and it was tempting but she really wanted to know what was going on after all she had likely missed half of the details.<br><br>“I ain’t bein’ rude or naffin’ I jast like ta know what ve ‘ell I am getting’ inta.”&nbsp; She continued looking at the book with bloodshot eyes.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 12:45:39</strong>
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				<br>The Lady of the Mask watched and waited patiently in the glimmering flicker of the lights where she sat the silken sheets and mesh casting shadows of seemingly everything but herself, she offered up the quill and turned the book to any who wished to sign it and watched any who accepted her coin.&nbsp; When Storm arrived the guards glanced at her as if they expected trouble, but seamed reluctant to speak or make a move without the Lady's say so.&nbsp; The Lady of the Mask stared at Storm blankly as she spoke and waited a few moments before answering her. <br><br>"You are excused for your lateness, it is your names that I collect simply so I might know who I am employing into my service and keep a record of it.&nbsp; If you prefer to remain nameless and unknown so be it,&nbsp; you may leave my employ at any time with notice if you do so however it is unlikely I will offer you coin and time again.&nbsp; I offer you security and regular work and I take your names because It is important to the cause, I would not wish to forget those who have served me and there fates nor to forget who is deserving of my gratitude." <br><br>She paused for a moment and scanned the room looking over each present before speaking once more "In working for me you will all be asked to accomplish many tasks, mostly to recover items of significance and importance to me. Your first task is such a task although it does have other requests also but they are optional and if you choose to do them is up to you, it makes no difference to me as all I require is the item I shall speak of. How you accomplish the tasks I give you I will leave to you to decide, although on occasion I may require that you use caution." <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 15:27:20</strong>
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				“Well vat seems sort of reasonable …ya understand, being stitched ap before I aint so fackin’ prepared ta do it again. “she looked about again at the group around here, yes they looked kitted out ….but being kitted out did not make a good soldier, the woman had seen that before many times. As far as she was concerned it would be easy to be the drunk at least for now. Well actually it would be very easy because she was one and at the present had taken more than a little of the hair of the dog.<br><br>“Well vey call me Storm,” She signed her name then, “I just ‘ope you aint fackin’ me abaat.” As she signed her name the woman used her other hand to open a pouch and take out a flask from which she took a long swig.&nbsp; Anyone that looked would see as well as the scars the black eye she was sporting, it looked fresh.<br><br>“So ya want us all to work togevver yeah?” Storm exhaled and took another swig of her booze, then pinched the bridge of her nose; this was a potential cluster fuck. Still who knew the rhyme or reason of the bloody high ups…<br><br>Storm bit her lip wondering if one of the items to be retrieved was the poker from up her likely masked arse, but at least was not drunk enough to speak that thought.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 18:01:48</strong>
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				<br>The small reptilian creature that stood upon a chair before the gathering shook the chest making the coins clink and clank, it watched Storm in attempt at anticipating her actions and wondering what she was on about. Why was the mistress so willing to listen to this, the smells within the room and from the back kitchen where already distracting him and he twitched and swished his tail nervously before babbling slightly. <em>"Quessstionsss ssso many quessstionsss."</em><br><br>The Lady of the Mask raised her hand lightly and the small creature went silent, she stared blankly at Storm once more before nodding her head. "Yes Storm, It is my intent for all of you gathered here to work together do you think that will be a problem ? Once you are all known to me, I shall explain the first task that I have for all of you and allow you to be on your way." <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 00:08:08</strong>
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				The young elven woman watches the drunken woman without reaction, then turns her gaze to meet the masked woman's hidden visage.&nbsp; She interprets that something is expected from the group, but, in stoic fashion, refrains from offering an answer when no question is asked.&nbsp; She knew very little of them, but she knows enough.&nbsp; Some of those present value life less than coin, but Shiloh herself would be delusional to consider her path superior.&nbsp; <br>The mask that stares from the mistress' face is as unfeeling as her past self, her former confidence, staring disapprovingly from inside her.&nbsp; She waits, feeling a creeping sense of unease at what may be forming.&nbsp; Her impulses are distracting her.&nbsp; She cannot know these new associates already, so she begins by studying them physically... gauging size, carriage, certainty of motion, the distribution of weight and posture.
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				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 14:13:05</strong>
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				Jamil cursed himself for being this late as he donned the last of his chainmail, all the while thanking the gods that it was of elven make; and not for the first time. It was so much easier to put on elven chain, and unfortunately he found himself in situations that required that kind of speed all too often. After fastening the last strap, he reached toward the cloak rack and threw the garment over his shoulders, pinning the facecloth in place before he walked towards the door. He grabbed his bow and quiver that were set on the table then, and strapped them in place before he opened the door to head down the hallway. <br><br>The Ranger hated it when he did this, and all because he decided that brothel would be a good source of information. He had went there hoping that one of the whores had laid with a close contact of this 'Masked Lady', and managed to ply some info out of them through pillow talk. What he found instead was him getting twirled around a bronze skinned beauties finger, and out more gold then he wanted to mourn. It was a lesson learned, don't trust a whore; and maybe this time he would actually get that through his thick skull. He tried not to linger on it though, and just tightened his face as he made his way through the dying heat that lingered from the day. <br><br>Jamil knew his way around the city fairly well, so luckily he had used that much to his advantage and got an inn close to 'The Quelskan Kitchen'. It was probably the only reason he was gonna make it to the meeting at all, and he thanked that bit of wisdom as he made his way inside the establishment. He noted how eerie the place seemed this empty, but just chuckled as he lowered his hood and seen one of the staff pointing him in the direction of a single room. He chuckled at that, and tried not to think on how strange this all seemed as he made his way toward the door. Though the Ranger nearly stopped as he heard a strange tone come from inside, and a frown quirked his lips.<br><br><em>“So ya want us all to work togevver yeah?” </em><br><br><em>A Calastian?</em> Jamil wondered as he noted the accent, and a soft sigh passed his lips as he pushed the words of his uncle from his mind. He remembered well the stories the man told about Calastians, though he himself was no vigil of vesh. Vesh wasn't his home, and he needed to separate such things if he was to get by. So without delay he opened the door, making his entrance just as 'The Lady' was answering the woman's question. <strong>"Damn, looks like I'm more late then I thought."</strong> He interjected after the lady had finished, he wasn't stupid enough to interrupt her after all. <strong>"Do forgive me for that, I had some unexpected issues come up that just-- couldn't be avoided."</strong> He said with a light pause at the last.<br><br>Jamil was stretching the truth just a little, but he didn't let that get in his way as he walked toward the table. He noted the woman's pet lizard thing, and then the book on the table as he quickly assessed the information at his disposal. She had mentioned them being known to her, and he noted that signatures were marked down in the pages of the book. He took that as she wanted their signing on things, or so the investigator in him said. He looked the 'Lady of the mask' in the eye then, or what he could see of her's, and tilted his head. <strong>"So all you want is our names in the book?"</strong> He asked plainly.<br><br>Jamil wasn't one to step over words, and if that is all the woman wanted; then by the gods he'd give it to her. It may have seemed stupid for him to sign something up without knowing the full of it, but hell he did that every time he renewed his permits in the city or dodged the taxes. One or two more stupid moves politically wouldn't kill em, least that's the way he seen it anyhow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 16:54:27</strong>
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				<br>The other silent masked figure behind the Lady of the Mask seamed to react instinctively to the Lady of the Mask's movements as she moved to stand the chair was pulled gracefully away.&nbsp; The Shelzar guards looked on nervously as there charge took to standing and moved around the table with the book and quill. The reptilian creature with the chest hopped down from the chair it had perched upon and followed behind and to the side of its mistress,&nbsp; it was curious how the creature seamed to react around her and look up to her whatever it was it seamed rather in awe of her. <br><br>"Don't be concerned about being late, I understand the troubles of time keeping in a city such as this city of sin it is far to easy to find oneself distracted." The Lady of the Mask paced before the gather men and women looking over them each in turn for a moment, the small reptilian creature seamed to scurry after her with the chest until it seamed to dawn upon it that she was not actually going anywhere.&nbsp; <br><br>"I would like to be aware of all in my employ that is correct, but I signing my book is not a requirement for working for me I understand that some prefer to remain unknown and unnamed I will respect that.&nbsp; If you wish to sign then do so, if not say so I will not ask again or mark it against you in any way, I do insist that you take my coin however although it is not to be spent it's value to you will be great and it will yours to keep beyond my employ. It is a token of faith and badge of favor among those who work for me, with it you may find your travels that much easier."<br><br>The Lady of the Mask passed the book and quill to Storm "Will you take care of this for me for the time, hand it around and take the names of those that wish to be known." &nbsp;The Lady of the Mask glanced about at those present once more and waved her reptilian creature into action, it moved up to each in turn who had not taken a coin and offered up the box rather timidly while trying not to look them in the eye. <em>"you want to take coin ?" </em> It rasped each time in a low sibilant voice.<br><br>"Once you have all received a coin and decided if you wish to sign my book, I shall inform you of the first task and do not worry if you do not wish to do it you may keep the coin and leave. I will not force you to do what I ask, you will find me a fair and rewarding employer I assure you."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 17:55:37</strong>
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				Weom smiled at the lady, when she thanked him. So he did not delay in picking a coin from the selection put out before him. He would of course not spend it but he was curious as to why she would be giving him such a gift. He had chosen one of the rimmed obsidian black coins, which he slide into his pocket for safe keeping. He acknowledged the creature, as it advised him not to spend it, with a slight raising of his eyes to meet his. Until finally he went to his place in the line. Keeping his head down as he did this. Time for introductions with the others would have to wait, he thought. This was her time and he would respect that, for now. <br><br>He did not see Eleanor arrive but he felt the pinch and then that oh so familiar voice. He sighed at the word 'maggot'. What was she doing her? That drunk had no place her amongst champions, he thought. He was about to respond but before he could, Storm, as she was now called, turned her attentions to another. She was always doing this, he only hoped that she would not bring up there oh so colourful past. Well at least until the others warmed to both him and her a little more at least. <br><br>After she had addressed the lady, his attentions were brought back to the task in hand as the lady began to speak once more. All that she said seemed reasonable to him. After all he craved adventure and she was offering that by the bucket load. However, he was not the brightest tool in the shed that was for sure. His fist, more often than not, spoke for him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 12:24:32</strong>
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				<em>Yeah because I look like a fucking book keeping scribe, why not ask one of the bloody elves because they are always bloody educated. With their perfect everything…and perfect skin...</em>she did manage this time to keep her thoughts to herself, she was not that drunk. Actually that was rather good for her. As was asked she took the book around, her breath stank, well truth be told <em>she</em> stank of booze. She sniffed and took in the other gathered members. <br><br>They looked like a right bunch of bloody 'adventurers' and fuckin’ grave robbers'. If she had been religious Storm would have prayed that there were no Paladins. They were worst, bloody sanctimonious bastards that they were. <br><br>Yeah butchering villages was just fine as long as it was in the name of their God. She had worked with more than a few half breeds that had one of those bastards as their father. Still now was not the time to get all philosophical , she was loosing valuable drinking time.<br><br>The woman took in the names of the others, thinking of her own interpreataions as the time passed. Once&nbsp; the woman finally reached her barbarian friend. She grinned “So did ya find a personality since ve last time we met lav? Vat was wat yeah were on a quest fer wearn’t it?” she sniffed then, and let out a long and rather unpleasant smelling burp.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 04:48:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i51.tinypic.com/2ds45xt.jpg)</div><br>The Lady of the Mask stood in silent vigil as she waited for all present to decide if they where to sign her book or not, she showed little signs of tiring of Storm's impertinence or the tardiness that had been shown.&nbsp; Her peculiar reptilian companion however had become rather antsy and begun its pacing once again, it glanced around and seamed to be thinking to itself as it looked over those gathered.&nbsp; It's gaze stopped upon Jamil and it muttered under its breath as it scurried over to him with the chest thrusting it up above his head, he shook it vigorously the peculiar coins within clinking and clanking against one another as the chest was offered up before Jamil's sight.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Take your coin human, the Lady not offer sssuch treasssures to any not wissse to refussse her giftsss." </em> It spoke it a low sibilant tone barely loud enough for any but those close to Jamil to hear.&nbsp; Once finished speaking the small creature glanced across to the Lady in the Mask nervously, relaxing when it noticed she was still standing as she had been before.&nbsp; <br><br>The Lady of the Mask clapped her covered hands together suddenly and in response the other masked figure who had remained in place behind her chair stirred to life, the figure move across and stood beside the Lady of the Mask presenting her with a scroll before taking a step back and standing behind her its masked head bowed before her.&nbsp; <br><br>The Lady of the Mask opened the scroll before her before turning it around in her grasp and holding it out for all to see.&nbsp; "This shall be your first task, or rather the first task I wish of you involves this individual you will hunt and track the Bat Devil known as Luficent and retrieve from him a key which I believe to be in his possession." &nbsp;She gestured to her masked companion behind her "My aide here will accompany you, and you will give her the key once it is recovered and she will in turn pay you for the task and instruct you further. If you wish to continue in my employ that is of course, if not then you may depart free and with your reward and my thanks.&nbsp; As for Luficent, I will not tell you how to accomplish this task or ask once you are done but if you wish to capture him there is a reward which I will further add to your fee if you do so.&nbsp; I however have little concern over Luficent's supposed crimes, he is beneath my notice and not entirely without purpose so this matter I leave to your own judgment.&nbsp; The main objective is to recover the key, if you cannot do that for me then do not bother doing anything at all."&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 02:30:38</strong>
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				The robe-clad elf watches the assistant pacing back and forth, then listens patiently at the masked woman's explanation.&nbsp; At the description, she gives a curt nod, stares of absently toward the shadows of the room.&nbsp; She waits for the others to ask the inevitable questions, as she knows next to nothing about a flying goblin.&nbsp; She should be focused on the task at hand... her desire should be hardened and her determination honed.&nbsp; None are true.&nbsp; She stands separate and unflinching, rope sandals seeming to levitate her on the lush carpet, but seems a thousand miles away inside.&nbsp; "Where do we start."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mysterica</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 04:26:36</strong>
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				Rhaella listened to all that was going on around her fairly interested in it all, but it was mostly captured when she was shown their target.&nbsp; She didn't really know anything about him other than what had been said and of course that he was wanted, but she felt it prudent to&nbsp; pay attention and ask some questions.<br><br>"I'm all in for this, but do you have any idea as to his whereabouts?". She asked, thinking this a good openings question.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 10:56:02</strong>
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				He had been able to stay silent at the ‘maggot’ comment but he could stay quiet any longer at the suggestion that he lacked a personality. He muttered so not to disturb the proceeding “Better no personality then one like yours, love.” He hissed with a mocking tone. His tone then shifted to a much lighter one “I assume you were looking for a tavern and got a little lost this evening? Do not worry I will set you on your way once this meeting is concluded.” He then smiled at her as he was obviously joking in regard to the last comment. He knew she could more than handle herself even when drunk, let alone sober. She would most likely run rings around any present at this gathering, including him. In the past, he even theorised that she got drunk in an attempt the level the playing field a little. To give the opponent a chance, you might say. <br><br>That aside he had considered her dead, as he had not seen her in many a year and hearing her voice today was a little creepy. He could also see that new scars had been inflected upon her face since their last encounter. He could only imagine what other wounds lurked beneath her armour. She had been attractive once, he thought as he looked her up and down. Not that he would kick her out of bed should the situation come about, but she had been significantly altered since the days when they adventured together. So had he of course, as he was no prince himself. <br><br>The fighting had kept him physically fit but his age was beginning to show. The scars on his face and chest were mostly from his encounters with bears of which he had easily defeated, but they had left there physical mark. He feared little except the witty jibes of the fairer sex and would more often than not act first and think later. A tactic that had seen him through so far much to the warnings of others who have suggested that he should engage brain then act. A foolish suggestion as the poor man would surely have died many times had he taken that advice. So instead he works on instinct. If it feels right, he does it, which is why he signed the document without giving it a second thought. Of a first thought for that matter. <br><br>When his new employer addressed the group again he listened as the feted smell of Eleanor, sorry Storm’s burp came into smelling distance. The only thing that was storm about her was what brewed in her digestive system. My goodness what had she done to herself.&nbsp; <br><br>Once the others had agreed to her terms, he turned his head to address the masked figure and boasted “Consider him captured and the key that you require as good as claimed.” He then coughed a little as the full stench of the burp over came him for a moment, before dissipating.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 16:47:51</strong>
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				<br>The Lady of the Mask chuckled for a moment her deceptive laughter seamed to echo all about her and unnerve her companions, the shadows and lights flickered behind her almost if they where spurred to life by her very voice alone.&nbsp; Ebony tendrils of darkness seamed to stretch and play as if reaching out to touch or capture her in there grasp, recoiling only at the last moment as they neared where her absent shadow should fall.&nbsp; &nbsp;And in an instant she was silent and the room was still once more she rolled up the scroll and held it out before her, so that any who wished may take it from her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Forgive me, but the bat has rather a way of being elusive he has evaded capture and death itself for some time. You will not be the first or only ones to be hunting him, you will find him not doubt involved with smuggling operations and taking any opportunity he can which may annoy Calastian sympathizers.&nbsp; Last I heard he was within this very district, a place he frequents often he moves and acts of a night but I can not be sure of his location or residence that you will have to discover yourselves. It may be that this task will take you out of the city of Shelzar, although Luficent has yet to run from the place yet and if he does I do not care so long as the key is procured." <br><br>The owner of the restaurant bowed her head after glancing away from the Lady and those gathered before her, she excused herself from the room slowly bowing before heading into the back kitchen. She gripped at the kitchen counter and shivered at the thoughts of just what she had become involved in, she knew the rumors about the Lady both good and bad but all these theatrics where starting to unnerve her and make her question the wisdom of her hospitality. Still the money was good and what with the Lady's fame and growing reputation it was perhaps a risk worth taking, she was sure she have many flocking to the place for days once the rumors of her presence here this night begun to circulate. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 21:01:31</strong>
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				Through the Lady's speech and explanation of their assignment, Nurthan had continued to remain silent, his eyes fixed on her masked face attentively without interruption of any sign of disinterest. The noisy entrance of Storm and her outbursts had no effect on him, other than a slight twitch of his nose once from exposure to her breath. Their employer's departure seemed to break his trance, but he still remained voiceless, looking over the others who had taken coins with a keen, penetrating stare of examination.<br><br>Partway through, the gems studded into his golden shield pendant flickered with a dim light, and a laconic, rich baritone emanated from the ornament. "Just a retrieval mission of lost property then, simple enough. I am sure that if confronted and approached properly, this Lucifent will be amenable to returning his ill-gotten item peaceably. That will allow everyone to walk away without bloodshed or injury."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 10:29:04</strong>
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				Storm had little interest in ‘party tricks’ and was rather too long on the tooth to be afraid, yes the masked lady was more than impressive it was true, but the woman did like knowing real details, but there was enough to work on. After all she was just a soldier not like the bloody fancy pants gathered here. Still it looked like they would be her squad thus she knew she would have to get used to them and trust them.<br><br>The thing was Storm was also aware they were a disparate bunch of at least two reprobates. Herself and the scarred barbarian. “Wif you leave…” the words were directed at the masked lady. It was then she continued.<br><br>“Right not vat I want ta get a’ead of me self bat we ‘ave a job ta do.” It was then the woman pulled out a flask took a swig and then burped again. “Fing is I don know what any of yeah can do, save maggot, who’s just fackin’ shite.” With that the large man was offered the flask. “In my book I like ta know what me fackin squad can and can’t do.” She stared with those grey eyes into the middle distance for a moment, and then shook her head back to reality, taking&nbsp; back her flask then another swig from it, just to forget the ones that had not made it. “Also I don’t like it when samfing bites me on the arse because samone ‘as a secret.” Storm scratched at her scars, “I don’t give a blaady rats arse ‘ow simple the job seems, I’ve learned not ta take too many chances…”<br><br><br>“Me I aint fancy, I aint special, did me time in the army as a scout, I can turn me ‘and ta most fings. I can spot a trap…and aint bad at ve fine art of dirty fightin’&nbsp; like I say I am not one to take ‘ome ta yer mavver bat I get a job dan.” There was a pause a slightly longer one as she waited for the others. Quickly then she added, “Yeah…was court marshalled a while ago… fackin’ Army wants me neck…vey aint caught me yet…”<br><br>That was her plain and simple no lies no mystery, she hoped the others would give her the same courtesy. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 18:21:23</strong>
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				After a few moments of the continual, awkward silence, Shiloh looks back and forth between her new partners.&nbsp; She listens to Storm's explanation, and gives a slow sigh.&nbsp; "Fine.&nbsp; I also like to know my allies." For a moment, her blue eyes seem fixed on the floor, and then she lifts them to fix Storm pointedly.&nbsp; &nbsp;"My name is Shiloh."&nbsp; Her eyes are animate, flitting from point to point.&nbsp; She seems to be struggling with the pressure of speaking to the others, despite her earlier appearance of confidence.&nbsp; "I have learned some of the way of battle from my brethren at the temple of the Eternal Path.&nbsp; I have little skill with words."&nbsp; She sighs, then levels her gaze at Storm.&nbsp; "I have a very difficult time understanding anything you say.&nbsp; I would request that you not drink, because I have known very few in my life who were unimpaired when consuming so much alcohol."&nbsp; She takes a deep breath, then waits for any repercussions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 19:58:02</strong>
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				Jamil took the coin when the Reptile offered it more forcefully, and continued to stay silent after that. He kept his eye on the lady, and looked toward the scroll when it was offered. He glanced over the image, seeing what looked like a winged goblin. She called it a bat devil though, something that had him confused. Looking it over, it seemed much like a goblin were-bat to him, but he didn't know much past that of what the creature might be. He could be wrong, and wouldn't know for sure until he actually saw the damned thing. Still he just pocketed the coin, and kept his peace before long. After all, it wasn't exactly wise to disrupt such a disparate bunch. <br><br>Jamil waited his turn, just nodding agreeably to go while he pondered about their quarry. This was definitely an area he excelled at, tracking and the like. If this creature was indeed one of Belsameth's beast then he would have an even sharper edge on it. Though her cackle followed by the strange light show had him almost startled. His eyes narrowed for a bit, until her apology came which had him just chuckling lightly. He nodded at her explanation, and then wondered as she took her leave of them. It was certainly going to be a very intriguing journey all things considered. That's when he looked to the others, hearing what they said following the Calastian's initial words. <br><br><strong>"I doubt the thing is just gonna give us the key if we ask forcefully or nicely, my friend."</strong> Jamil started, his words pointed toward Nurthan; though he still didn't know the man's name. <strong>"Though as for our scout and Shiloh questions, I'm a tracker first and foremost. Some have called me a ranger, but more to the point I have knowledge past most any elf with a bow. I'm a skilled swordsman, and I'm probably almost as good at scouting as our former military woman over there. Tanil does grace me with more then a few tricks to help us out in various situations as well. Beyond that, I don't know what else to tell you."</strong> He answered with a sigh. <br><br>Jamil thought it best to add his suspicions of the creature though, so he decided to chime in. <strong>"Though the thing we're after strikes me as strange. I haven't seen something like it before, which may not say much; but it does bear resemblance to a were-bat. This thing may be able to hide from notice easily if that is the case, though without seeing it I couldn't say for sure."</strong> He explained, and sighed afterwards. This was certainly not turning out how he thought it would; but then again things never were interesting enough for him if they did. That thought brought a smirk to his lips, and so he shushed for now to let everyone else collect their thoughts on the subject before heading out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mysterica</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 00:50:23</strong>
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				Rhaella stood up and accepted the scroll from the masked woman, not terribly worried with the sudden light show.&nbsp; After all, she'd known more than her fair share of wizards, having studied with them before her mother would admit to her that she was indeed a sorceress.&nbsp; She didn't have too much of a problem with it because she knew her powers were derived from the celestials, not the titans, but she still made it a point not to go shouting out that she was a sorcerer either due to the social stigma.<br><br>She listened to the conversation going around and while she did not personally care for the drunk woman, she did agree that they needed to know at least a little about each other.&nbsp; "My name is Rhaella, and I am a mage" she said simply, leaving it to the others to wonder if she was a wizard or sorcerer...&nbsp; Assuming they even cared.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 01:46:31</strong>
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				Nurthan had watched Jamil's face carefully as he spoke, giving the other man a slightly puzzled look as he finished. Instead speaking, though, he took the pendant on his neck in hand, causing the gems to flicker with light&nbsp; before he released it. The baritone voice spoke again after a moment, with a slightly chagrinned tone.<br><br>"You are surely wrong, but proving such will have to wait until we find it. But introductions are definitely in order. I am Hermenos, and alongside my enchantments of protection, I am gifted with the knowledge of and the ability to speak a great many languages mortal and immortal. One cannot negotiate peacefully without a common tongue, and I provide such from Aquan to Urkrudan. He who now wears me calls himself Nurthan the Penitent, a sage and a healer of immeasureable talent. Together, we seek to write the wrongs of the dark Titans and their worshippers, so that the gods might be moved by pity towards Golthain and free him from the bonds he has unjustly been shackled with."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 02:07:44</strong>
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				Jamil listened to the female elf speak of herself, and smiled that they had a mage in their midst. He didn't know what sort of arcanist she was, but it didn't matter; any caster would make things easier. It was then he realized he hadn't introduced himself. He was beginning to speak when he noticed Nurthan looking toward him, and he turned to examine the man. That's when something happened, and like a lunk head he only now noticed the pendant for the first time. <strong>"What the-?"</strong> He questioned at first, his voice lifting just as the thing around his neck began to speak. He had thought it was the man's voice before...<br><br>Jamil was sure it had to be a magic item of sorts, but not one he'd ever heard of. The thing spoke some of the more optimistic hubris he had heard recently, though it had some wisdom to it as well. And he had trouble believing he was thinking this about a bloody necklace! <strong>"Right then..."</strong> The range said in a very distant tone, shaking his head at the craziness here. <strong>"Well since I didn't mention my name before, I'm Jamil Eskross; hunter of Shelzar. Not fancy, and not with talking pendants, but...."</strong> He trailed off as if they could get the idea, but he was seriously surprised about whatever the hell that thing was. Hermenos? That was just crazy, the thing had a name.<br><br>It wasn't like Jamil hadn't heard of intelligent items before, but he had certainly never ever seen one. Still, it was better then the tendrils that licked the form of their employer. No, scratch that; the tendrils hadn't startled him that much.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 09:07:30</strong>
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				<br>As the newly acquainted companions introduced and spoke amongst themselves the Lady of the Mask did indeed move to leave, the small reptilian creature peered after her and then quickly begun to skitter after her trailing ebony robes the two guards looked at one another before also taking there leave.&nbsp; Leaving the one remaining companion the Lady had spoke of, who stood still and silent her masked facade peering out blankly at the companions as they spoke. <br><br>She was a rather peculiar sight among those gathered but Shelzar was full of the strange and eccentric, unlike her mistress however she was dressed less exotically. Her mask was far less intricate and portrayed a much more hollow expression, the gold trim, emblazoned lips and black feathering the only real flair about it.&nbsp; Her clothing and possessions showed signs of clear wealth, although there was little show of decorative jewelry just fine clothing.&nbsp; Waiting for a pause in the introductions she remained still and silent until an appropriate opportunity presented itself, when she spoke her voice was plain and rehearsed.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i56.tinypic.com/lgpau.jpg)</div><em>"I am here only that you might have means to contact the mistress,&nbsp; If you should wish to do so you may ask me.&nbsp; I will be your point of contact with her from now on, if she should wish to speak with you she will do so through me. My name and skills are unimportant I am her loyal servant I will not interfere with your task unless it is necessary that I do so to protect the interests of the mistress, I will give no orders and make no demands although you may make requests of me if they are in the interest of the task." </em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 11:19:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/barbarian-stern-sternum.jpg)</div><br>Once he had finished speaking, the lady spoke again in a way that he perceived she was trying to suggest he was a little too confident regarding his remarks. He did not think so however, as he had bested more fearsome opponents in the pit than this individual sounded. So he just listened to the possible location of the bat, called Luficent, and nodded as her warning.&nbsp; <br><br>His concerns were further reduced when one of his would be companions, one he would later know as Nurthan, spoke. He liked his confidence but as for the bat returning the item peacefully he had to disagree. For now he would remain silent on that topic and perhaps he would raise it when they finally set out. <br><br>Then she spoke again, not the Masked lady but Storm. Yes he had resided to the fact that she liked to be called that now, so he thought he had better get used to it. Such a shy creature when they first met those many years ago, but then, like now, when she got a drink inside her, you just could not shut her up. So just in case she had a pearl to share with the group he listened. The pearls did not come, instead another burp did followed by an insult, surprising, directed at him. Well not surprising really as that game of insults had been going on for years. He sighed at her remark about him being shit. Shit he was not as he had proved many times. However, he liked the idea of the others believing him to be so. He could always surprise them later. After all from the bottom, the only way is up. He refused the offering of a drink and smiled as she continued to try and formulate sentences as if the others were even listening. He hoped they would learn, quickly, how to filter her out when she was drunk. He had once been able to do so but he was out of practice. After she had introduced herself to the group and for him filled in a few gaps, he turned his head to her and smiled. <br><br>He liked the idea of getting the introductions out of the way now and it seemed that the others did too as within moments another that he would learn later was called Shiloh, spoke. When she addressed Storm he liked her bravery and hoped that there would be few to no repercussions.&nbsp; <br><br>When the next companion spoke and introduced himself as a ranger, Weom was sure that the ranger would speak his name when the time was right. But for now it was not important as if it was he would have shared it. As he listened he found his comment about ‘having knowledge past almost any elf with a bow’ quite amusing. Why did this race always feel the need to boast so much? Did they lack so much in other areas that they felt the need to over compensate in others. He soon dismissed his mental enquiry as perhaps he had finally found one that was as good as he claimed. However, so many before him had failed to back up their words with actions, but he would give him the chance to prove his strengths on the battlefield. His knowledge of the bat intrigued him a little. He was already showing signs of being quite knowledgeable so perhaps the remark of him being good in other areas was no boast.&nbsp; <br><br>Unlike the one before her, Rhaella did indeed introduce herself by her name before telling the group that she was a mage. What kind of mage he would have to ask when they had time to speak alone. After nodding it gratitude at the Ranger he would give the same gesture to Rhaella, but this time with a little smile.<br><br>Even though Weom was a mighty barbarian indeed, he was not one for amping up his talents. In fact he found that he tended to do the opposite. A sort of poker face if you will. He could not hide his size of course, but he would not go around ideally throwing his weight around or impressing on others how wonderful he was. There was a time and a place for that sort of thing and it was not in a bar. He was sure that the lady had chosen all in the room for their amazing abilities so for him and all present to have to hear it from the mouths of his would be companions was starting to hurt his ears. Luckily it had to stop soon as there were not many left to do so. So he sucked it up and listened to the next in line who felt it necessary to suggest they had skills. Nurthan the Penitent, was his name, well that is what the pendent called him, and if he was as good as he claimed he would try and befriend him as Weom’s life would some day depend on him healing him, he was sure of that. He raised an eyebrow at the pendent, not being a fan of magic, and smiled at Nurthan.<br><br>As he thought, the ranger did indeed remedy his error and introduced himself as Jamil Eskross. So that little chat about etiquette would not need to be discuss to his delight. As Weom was not exactly the one you go to when asking about such things. Then it was his turn to introduce himself. He did not like doing so as he was used to being introduce to the crowd by the announcer at the pit. So he took a deep breath and opened his mouth. <br><br>“The names Weom Whiteclaw” he barked. It was not intentional to sound so rough and deep as this was his natural speech pattern. He was a big fellow and with that came certain features; one of wish was a deep and rough voice. Before continuing he tied to clear his throat in an attempt to lower his voice. “I am from Albadia. However I have lived here for more years than I care to remember. A Barbarian is what I am, but you would probably guess I was not a mage.” He chuckled to himself at his little joke before turning to Rhaella and smiling. “All I will say about my abilities is that whoever leads this band of brothers into battle all they need to do is point me in the direction of the one who they wish to be illuminate and I will do my best to not let them down.” To suggest that he was more than capable of such a task he took his Maul of Titans from his back and gripped it firmly between his hands for a moment before returning it. When he flexed his muscles the man grow to almost twice his size before relaxing once again. <br><br>After he spoke he observed the lady and small reptilian creature leaving and noticed that one remained. So this one would be coming with us, he thought. As he contemplated why the lady thought it necessary for such a person to accompany them they spoke and seemed to answer all of his mental enquiries. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 13:58:15</strong>
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				Like Jamil, she is surprised at the voice from the The glittering-shielded warrior opposite-- strange, that.&nbsp; But what compensation can be made for a titan who cannot act on his own?&nbsp; She knew brothers whose path to understanding led them to forsake speaking altogether... this is, clearly, not an admirable comparison.&nbsp; Something about him seems wrong... Shiloh studies him for a moment and nods at his introduction.<br><br>Jamil seems something altogether different.&nbsp; If he's a hunter, he may be their best place to start.&nbsp; She waits for him to reveal more of himself like the moon in its phases.<br><br>When the barbarian speaks, Shiloh, aware of Weom's reputation, looks on passively.&nbsp; She looks him over subtly as she drags a tendril of blond hair from her eyes that has escaped her ponytail.&nbsp; It's as if in his size and scars that there should be some vast and long tale to read, like the study of a tome.&nbsp; She thinks on this a moment as she surmises that, despite his years of wounds, he has not lost his mobility.&nbsp; His confidence even seems to carry a hint of humility... as is right, she recognizes her ignorance, as he's not what she expected.<br><br>The masked servant, however, strikes her as a vain curiosity.&nbsp; &nbsp;Why should the masked woman send a servant only to provide them contact with her, when one of her magic trinkets may do just the same..?&nbsp; No, there is more at work here, and Shiloh stares into those mask eyes and thinks on what is beneath the surface.&nbsp; So much unknown...<br><br>"Hunter," she says to Jamil, "where would you start?"<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 14:02:02</strong>
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				“Don’t drink??? Fack off!” Storm sputtered on her flask&nbsp; and some of it sprayed all over the floor as she almost laughed&nbsp; if it could be called that “Fer facks sake I drink…get over yerself, and just pray I don’t puke in yer facking boots. Listen lav wevver I drink or not I’ll do me bleedin’ job…Maggot’ll tell ya.”&nbsp; She coughed then and spat some bloody spittle on the floor, then cleared then throat again and swallowed feeling that spitting again would just be ill mannered.<br><br>&nbsp;“Look I aint bladdy perfect bat pin vose pretty pointy ears back I ‘ave got by vis far being pissed…and if yah don’t like it …’ard lack.”&nbsp; Not that she cared but the woman was aware how some of these elves could be, up their own bloody arses. “Look Lav her attentions were still on the monk, all ya ‘as ta know is I ‘ave yer back, drunk or fackin’ sober.” Same goes fer the rest of ya.” There was some determination in those bloodshot grey eyes, it was obvious the woman meant what she said.<br><br>“Right pretty boy, “ her attentions were now on the ranger. “I ‘ave worked wif your lot befor, well wif vat trainin’, so I aint goin’ ta tread on yer toes or naffin’ your better at samfin’ ven me do it….like I said I aint perfect.” I was then she took another swig from her flask. "Though I am fackin' great in ve sack..."<br><br>“Mage yah say covers a multitude of fackin’ sins lav. So what exactly is yer magic staff Princess. Because we need ta know if yer goin ta be firin’ off fire and brimstone inta blaady combat because vat aint big and it certainly aint fackin’ clever. I ‘ad a whole bunch of me men burned to a crisp because ver was an ….” Storm stopped then and took another drink. Yes she was a drunk.<br><br>Her attentions were then on the man with the pendant, “So do yeah speak drunk orc ven lav because vats a good one…I am pretty fluent in it…” <br><br>For now the lady in the mask was acknowledged but that was it, Storm had her own masks but ones like that made her more than a little nervous. Knowing the reality of those one was working for as those was working with was important.<br><br>As it was Storm went and sat down and continued to drink, as it was this was just another job to her. Or at least it was until she actually had to take the arrow for one of them.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 20:11:12</strong>
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				Jamil took in the words of the Barbarian Weom, still somewhat flustered from the ordeal with the talking pendant. He just nodded to the big man, figuring he was more one for actions rather then words. The big strong and silent type, so to speak. He was just simmering down when the elves musical tone reached his ears, the keyword hunter catching his attention. He looked into her eyes, and tilted his head just a bit. Well that was a change, she was asking him where he thought they might start. He was about to speak up, when the Clasatian's voice from the side picked up over the flow of her booze. <br><br>Jamil moved back just a step when the spittle flew, watching the liquid hit the floor just a ways from his boots. He shook his head at her actions, and then snickered at her foul mouth. Still, she hadn't said anything mean to him; if anything she had just given him compliments. <strong>"I wouldn't say either of us are better at the skills we share,"</strong> Jamil started, his attention at the drunken Calastian. "<strong>"but we have our own areas; tracking is mine. I can't spot traps, and I'm likely not as good up close as you are. Let's just cover each others asses."</strong> He addressed her curtly, he wasn't fond of her kind; but who was he to judge.<br><br>Jamil then brought his eyes back to the elf, and gave a nod of his head. <strong>"As for where to start, that is a good question. Fact is, this thing is smart; he knows how to hide. The first thing someone would spout upon seeing him would be Titanspawn. The inquisition would have already had his head if he didn't know how to travel discreetly. Two ways I know of aside from the overly flawed method of normal stealth. He either cloaks his form with magic, which won't hide his normal tracks; or he can change his shape."</strong> The information so far, he thought should have been pretty obvious. Though making sure it was clear was a good idea. <br><br><strong>"There would be rumors in either case, we could look em up; but I'm no good at that. Or if someone knows the smuggling operations, we could skip the info gathering and just head right to the the most likely place and begin the hunt. This district isn't the largest, and it's far from the most tight knit. Shouldn't be too hard to find with the info our employer already gave us. Pinning him down probably will be."</strong> He finished, not looking forward to tracking a flying creature. They were the hardest, especially if they controlled their droppings. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 22:16:11</strong>
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				<br>The restaurant owner eventually returned from the back room after a run in with the departing Lady and her entourage, she peeked out of the door and smoothed her appearance and posture before heading to those that remained.&nbsp; She stopped slightly as she caught the gaze of the masked companion the Lady had left behind startled and surprised, she reasserted herself and approached the group bowing slightly before them.<br><br><em>"I do hope I am not interrupting, but I wonder if you have any other business to attend to here tonight ?" </em>She looked over them seaming slightly troubled and alarmed by some of them, she rarely had the like of those gathered in her restaurant and Storm herself was a positively intimidating and worrying dilemma by herself.&nbsp; She tried to hide her nerves and cleared her throat to continue hoping that she could handle this situation without incident. <em>"Your are...welcome to stay of course and the Lady of the Mask has spoken for you, if you would like to...dine here this evening you may...although I would not want to keep you from your....work." </em><br><br>The masked figure who had gone once more silent and still broke the contact with Shiloh as it turned to regard the restaurant owner, glancing at her for a moment before looking back to the group awaiting any decisions they might make.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 12:03:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/barbarian-stern-sternum.jpg)</div><br>While he introduced himself he became aware that Shihoh was showing particular attention to him and what he said. He watched through the corner of his as she touched her hair. He wondered what she was contemplating as he stood there silently once he had finished his introduction. Then she spoke and addressed Jamil, who nodded at him, which he appreciated greatly. Weom listened to her until his attentions were brought abruptly to Storm as she, unsurprisingly, responded to Shihoh’s non drinking suggestion, to his horror.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <br>As she first addressed Shihoh, then Jamil followed by Rhaella, he just stood there and closed his eyes trying to imagine what it would be like to have silence in the room if he were to ram a feted sock down Storm’s throat. Why did she always over react like this? As even he could see that Shihoh was only making a suggestion. He understood that this was Storm’s way but there had to be a better way to ask what people’s abilities were wasn’t there? <br><br>He did not hear her addressing Nurthan as by this time, all these attentions were trying to deal with the questions and ideas floating around his head. Such thoughts were starting to make his head hurt. One thing he did not like about Storm was that he always made him think to much. The side effect of this was a splitting headache, so he stopped thinking and opened his eyes. By this time, lucky for him and the rest of the room, Storm was now silent. For how long, however, he was not sure. <br><br>She was now sat down and of course drinking and Jamil was now talking. The Ranger must have been the one to bring Weom’s attentions back into the room. He respected him for what he had to say, firstly to Storm and then to the rest of the room. He had to agree with Jamil when he suggested that they skip the info gathering as he preferred integration of a more physical kind. <br><br>Before showing his agreement, he focused on the restaurant owner who had returned to their presence. Once she had finished speaking, he commented on her invitation. “I for one am indifferent whether I eat here or on the road, as I agree with Jamil’s suggestion that we skip the info gathering. I really don’t mind if I find that bat now or later, so I will leave that decision about whether we stay here or not to someone who can decide.” He paused for a moment and then spoke again with a smile. “Well how can I put it? Someone who can make a decision faster than I, which would not be hard.” He laughed at his little joke at his limited intellect as what he lacked in brains he more than made up for in brawn.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 12:37:56</strong>
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				Another burp and a cough was brought forth from Storm, if nothing else is was obvious she could hold her booze as her mind seemed pretty clear. Well at least as clear that had it seemed to have received such head injuries.<br><br>“Right if I can fro in me tappence worf, no one notices the drunken old soldier in ve corner, and I do vat fakin’ well. Fer me it works I get to get pissed and do me job. Ver we go. Cam on lets face it most av ya stand out like a fackin’ barbarian in a nannary.&nbsp; Trast me I’ve seen it and it aint a pretty sight. Maggot will tell ya.”<br><br><br>She sniffed again and took some more of her flask, “So you all do yer stuff lets see what I can find out wifout creatin’ shite fer everyone. ‘Idin’ in plain sight is wot vey call it. Cam on it aint like any facker is goin’ ta want ta sit next ta me is it.” She chucked again, “Vo I bet Maggot might…or what abaat you pretty boy.” She winked at the ranger, pulling the scar on that side of her face into a sort of a sneer.<br><br>“So wot de ya all fink…still if anyone wants ta look for shite, that’s all good by me…as long as it aint me.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 18:37:54</strong>
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				Shiloh narrows her eyes in concentration as she tries to follow Storm's words.&nbsp; "So you propose that you find a tavern, drink, and listen for rumors... while we go searching the quarter?"&nbsp; The young elf stands with her hat in hand, clucks her tongue in thought, and then nods.&nbsp; "That works for me."&nbsp; She dips a curt bow to the restaurant owner and then turns back to the others.&nbsp; She begins wrapping the tattered shawl once more over her arms.&nbsp; She hesitates a moment, staring off into a dark corner, as if perhaps she has spied or heard something.&nbsp; After a few seconds, she resumes with the shawl before donning the hat.&nbsp; "May we please linger here no more."&nbsp; Her rope sandals are silent as she moves for the door and, if the others go, out into the streets.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 20:50:36</strong>
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				Nurthan nods again, watching the other speak in turn, and his necklace flickers again. "That sounds like an excellent idea. I do not need to eat at all, and Nurthan says he is more comfortable with simple fare anyways. The sooner we begin searching the quarter for the hiding place of this wretch, the sooner we will find him or he will find us, and our negotiations can begin."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mysterica</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 22:38:04</strong>
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				Rhaella didn't seem to have a problem with the idea of splitting up and searching on their own, but she did notice one little thing that the others didn't...&nbsp; "That sounds good to me...&nbsp; But...&nbsp; Maybe we should have some place and time to meet back up to discuss what we found...&nbsp; Otherwise we may never find each other again in this city!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 22:37:44</strong>
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				<br>The owner smiled in relief as it seamed that the companions would not be staying much longer or requiring her services, eager to close up she bowed her head to them and timidly backed of before excusing herself fully from there presence. After a few moments of her departure several of the restaurant staff emerged from the back rooms and begun to walk the room tidying up and snuffing the lights and candles, they steered clear of the gathered companions leaving the area where they where stood till last. <br><br>There newly acquired masked companion without name or a real clear gender continued to stand a silent vigil seemingly awaiting there leave or decision with due patience, it was hard not to notice the figures almost perpetual motionless which might easily make one think it to be a porcelain masked statue or the very least a gifted mime. Although this illusion was swiftly broke when one considered the figure for long enough that it seamed to notice and turn and adjust it's posture slightly peering blankly back from it's masked facade.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 17:48:33</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Hunt for Luficent</strong><br><em>Bat devilry in the city of sin</em></span></div><hr><br><strong>Shelzar South Docks</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i53.tinypic.com/2i04q6b.jpg)</div>When people speak of the docks in shelzar it is often the cities southern docks to which they refer and what docks they are, for the south docks are everything one may expect grimy, dirty, polluted, and teaming with brothels, dilapidated warehouses, flophouses and of course taverns of ill repute.&nbsp; It is said by many of Scarn's bards and sages that one could search the great beyond and still not find a more wretched and yet productive hive of crime and merchant trade, smuggling was never so prevalent and common place anywhere in all of Scarn. So it was of no surprise that the south docks often teamed with those wishing to gather or sell, trade or barter there peculiar services, the south docks where also home to the local Paladin's of Corean, a peculiar tattoo shop among many others, the shrine to Manawe and of course the harbor masters office. <br><br>The south docks where not the most pleasant on the senses particularly the the nose, it was almost impossible to escape the smell of dead fish, smoke and boat tar which hung oppressively over the entire docks. Only in some of the buildings of the docks could one find escape from the sights and stench, although they where often traded for other unwholesome sights or smells. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i52.tinypic.com/9fo32s.jpg)</div>One particular establishment within the south docks had a reputation that extended beyond the boundaries of the city of sin, swiftly becoming rumor and even legendary in the tales of some bards a tavern and brothel if offered many services to the wayward or naive adventurer. It was a place of gossip and dealings and a favorite of many of the districts natives, it was here that many tales of adventure begun and ended for many of the souls of the city of sin. The building itself was slightly unusual being of different style to others, it was a three story inn with double slanted triangular slated roves. The structure was built of sturdy stone and foreign timber black soot and smoke permanently poured out of its impressive chimney, all about the building was lit&nbsp; by glowing lanterns shedding there light upon the windows, doors and signs of the tavern. <br><br><br><strong>The Perfect Princess</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://i55.tinypic.com/260v7l4.jpg)</div>The perfect princess as the tavern was called was somewhat of a treat to the senses in its local, not that it was not without its own unwholesomeness but it was far less invasive and there where many pleasantries to be found within. The usual smells of sweat and other personal orders wafted about the place but where usually kept at bay by the pungent aroma of hops and malted barely, alcohol and spirits.&nbsp; Quite how the place got it's name nobody really seamed to know for sure, although there where many theories and rumors.&nbsp; The most common and widely believed however was that the name was connected to it's owner a supposed Urkhadi (half-orc) woman whom many refer to only as princess, nobody is really clear why and she certainly does not seam perfect or of high blood. <br><br>Perhaps the biggest pull to the tavern for some was it's unique approach to the problem of the desert heats, tiny ethereal drake like phantasms regularly fluttered through the the taverns great hall creating a cool breeze and chilled beverages. Occasionally a phantasmal servant may be seen serving or attending to chores that must be kept in the taverns hall,&nbsp; these where the sights that many came to see alone although they where not all that made the place popular.&nbsp; It was decorated and outfitted like many other taverns the great hall was fitted with one bar from which one could be served and many tables and chairs where patrons could relax or wait for the serving wenches, a great stone fireplace was permanently ablaze and above it&nbsp; stood the taverns great trophy skull belonging supposedly to a Tauron which "Princess" had supposedly defeated single handed in her youth.<br><br>Upstairs, in the back rooms and basements other services and deeds where to be had the tavern had a particular reputation for its services as a brothel, although many disliked dealing with the owner of the establishment as she was not a woman to take kindly to insults or slander. And as good as some of her services maybe, there was very few sane individuals who wished the chance that she might decide to take up the job herself even if she did offer it for free.&nbsp; Many souls had been tormented by there nights in the Perfect Princess, she did promise a night to remember but it was rarely the perfection that was sought after not when she became involved herself.<br><br><hr><div align="center"><strong>System/OOC</strong></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">If anyone wishes to make use of any skills, knowledges or has any questions etc please ask me in the relevant thread or via pm.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 17:51:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/barbarian-stern-sternum.jpg)</div><br>When he heard that oh so familiar phrase ‘Maggot will tell ya’ for another time, he felt the need to speak once again. He waited for Storm, Shiloh, Nurthan’s ‘necklace’ and Rhaella to finish before interjecting. “Drink is not Storm’s problem, shutting the fuck up, as you can see, clearly is. She can hold her drink as well as any man and has drunk me under the table, as she gleefully held another goblet of ale whilst I dribbled on the tiles, on more than one occasion.” <br><br>He liked Storms suggestion of her playing the drunken soldier and vocalised this. “I have to agree with Storm on this. The drunk in the tavern has worked before.” He smiled at the group and went quiet for a moment. When he spoke again, he looked like he wanted to leave as he started to gather up his things. “I would be happy to get involved in any way that you all see fit, should it be getting drunk or searching the quarter and await instruction from you individually or as a party of heroes. As for meeting up afterwards. Here would be my suggestion, but there are many taverns dotted around the city that stay open much later than this humble place. I can suggest a place if you like? As I am sure Storm could too, as well as a time. The Perfect Princess leaps to mind for one.” <br><br>As he said this, he could see that the owner was starting to ‘shut up shop’ so staying here was no longer an option. Besides he did not care for the place so meeting somewhere else made sense to him. Now showing signs that he was getting a little impatient, probably brought on by his hunger for food or adventure, he spoke one last time. “So shall we get the fuck out of here before the owner locks us in?” with that he moved past the group and headed outside onto the street. He started to untie his horse while he waited for the party to join him. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 19:09:53</strong>
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				On the way to the tavern, Shiloh follows the crew.&nbsp; It's strange to see an elf move like her... she doesn't have the strut of a city elf, the sway of a woods-elf... strangely, she moves fluidly, but with seemingly no effort... just the slightest pivot of her hips, the subtle oppositional movement of her arms, and she manages to navigate the streets at a pace that most would be pressed to follow.<br>She speaks softly, but clearly, to any among the crew who will walk with her.&nbsp; "The people who work here will have heard things about the bat," she says matter-of-factly.&nbsp; "Paying for information may be a necessity.&nbsp; The best opportunity would be to approach employees alone, to not draw notice."&nbsp; <br><br>Then, tilting her face in consideration-- a subtle gesture emphasized by the broad woven-reed hat she wears-- she continues the thought.&nbsp; "A prostitute might be willing to share information in confidence, since private audience is readily available and coin for information.... well, is easier to earn than other methods."&nbsp; <br><br>When they arrive, she surmises the noise and crowd will be a challenge-- while easy to hide among, such patrons are difficult to slip away from.&nbsp; She shakes her head.&nbsp; "I lack the skill to identify who best to interview, and how.&nbsp; I think we should observe here for... say, half an hour... then proceed to search the upstairs.&nbsp; That would require..."&nbsp; she shrugs, again seeming surprisingly to avoid the frank details of the subject, "... a room."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mysterica</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 08:27:01</strong>
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				Rhaella nodded at the idea of meeting up at the perfect princess as well as the idea of trying to get information out of whores.&nbsp; In the throws of sex, even the most resolved men have been known to loosen their lips and speak of things they shouldn't either completely by accident, or in some cases just to impress the woman.<br><br>She decided that she would indeed go visit the brothel and pay for a lay then pay the whore directly for any information she may have...&nbsp; Besides, she hadn't had sex in some time and she always did prefer the softness of a woman's body over the rough hard body of a man...&nbsp; This was all in the name of gathering information of course!<br><br>With a slight smile of anticipation on her face, Rhaella gathers her things and makes her way to the Perfect Princess planning on enjoying the best girl they had to offer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 12:43:01</strong>
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				Storm took a few more swigs and headed off to the pub that had been suggested, the name made her splutter, because she would fit in so well there. Of course the veteran was not about to go in with any of the others, after all they looked like a bloody adventuring party and that often set people on edge. She just hoped there was going to be no trouble especially of the magical kind, because that made things fucking difficult.<br><br>Thus the woman wandered into the tavern, passing likely unnoticed on her own, Storm had a long time ago learned to hide in plain sight. No one wanted to look at&nbsp; the drunk in the corner and Storm could act it well, after all she normally stank of booze.<br><br>So ignoring the fact that it was a brothel too, this was not a pause in a mission for a bit of fun, she could not remember the last time she got a good&nbsp; fuck still&nbsp; it was not like she was plying for trade tonight. A ‘pretty boy’ might amuse... but as it was Storm was here to do a job. With that in mind she called for a drink and then listened to the gossip. If needed the woman would pretend to be asleep…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 13:01:18</strong>
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				<br>The half orc woman who ran the establishment was a rather shocking figure to behold a brute of woman her tubby frame rippled with unsightly muscles, scarification and just a few tattoos, her pug face which seamed to often attempt to present a friendly toothy smile was a peculiar contrast to her brutish looks. Her outfit which seamed to be a patchwork of sown together dresses and the obvious wig of blond locks which where most definitely not her own looked somewhat ridiculous, she spent her time looking out from behind the bar keeping a watchful eye on her establishment serving drinks at the bar and conversing with the customers . <br><br>When Storm approached the bar the orcish woman glanced her way seemingly glad of the distraction and any excuse to avoid the conversation a mildly drunk sea captain was offering her, she presented a most unwholesome toothy grin to Storm and move closer the smell of her ill mixed and overused scented perfumes was an assault on the senses.&nbsp; <em>"Eya luv wat can the Prinsess get yer den ? Yer fixin fur a brew or yer watin fur sum company fur the night?"</em>&nbsp; The womans nostrils flared slightly and her eyes glanced over Storm as she took in the woman.&nbsp; <em>"I be guessin yer ere fur tha brew den."</em>&nbsp; She reached out and wrapped her fat greasy fingers tipped with the most vile manicured nails about a large tankard, turning she cast her eyes over the array of barrels before her all marked with strange symbols and foreign script. Deciding upon one she poured a frothy bubbling mixture into the tankard and set it before Storm<em>&nbsp; "Dere yer go luv, nice warm brew jus how yer lik if I ain't right yer can ave it fur naught."</em>.&nbsp; The mixture before Storm was probably one she had seen before, it had a reputation in Shelzar as being strong and by some vile although there where many who admired its qualities and even flavor.<br><br>Elsewhere in the busy tavern as the patrons made merry and the people conversed or made plans the other business of the tavern was up for grabs, about the room where tattered posters reporting of Amylyn and Arsuth Misstress and Master of the brothel with bold claims of nights of perfection and dreams of delight.&nbsp; The crude pictures of the pair remarkably fitted them quite well at least in Arsuth's case in particular, for there where few bald tanned men his size with such a stylized mustache.&nbsp; He stood at the tavern wall before the stairs while his partner was absent attending to other business, his tanned bare chest and oiled skin glimmering in the fire light the only hair upon his body his mustache which gave him a rather suspicious look.&nbsp; He stood arms folded watching the crowd of patrons and speaking with those who approached him, squatting or sitting down occasionally to talk to those who where much smaller than he. <br><br>The Masked companion that followed with the group seemingly decided it was best to await the others outside after a brief moment inside,&nbsp; without a word they turned and departed to stand vigil outside waiting for the matters here to conclude.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>19-07-2011, 16:14:42</strong>
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				Shiloh lingers at the door for an advantageous moment, then makes her way into the tavern.&nbsp; Though she appears almost nothing like an adventurer, nor does she appear quite like anyone else in the city-- as such, it's quite remarkable just how easily she disappears into the crowd.&nbsp; She runs a circuit of the room that takes about half an hour, then finds her way back to linger near her allies... well, except Storm.&nbsp; No need to blow her cover, after all.&nbsp; <br><br>After some time, she tips her hat low and murmurs.&nbsp; "Nothing yet."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>19-07-2011, 16:23:28</strong>
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				Where the others scattered across the city to pursue their own avenues of information, Nurthan went to seek out his. The woman called Storm was right in that drunkards rarely drew attention, but while they were often ignored, the poor and destitute were frequently completely beneath notice. He noticed them, though, and frequently spent time in their company; there was misfortune in the world beyond that caused by Titanspawn, and it was his mission to soothe that suffering in all its forms. The beggars and street people knew Nurthan as well - he would supply gifts of clean, fresh water to anyone, purify rotting or stale food into a healthy meal, or patch damaged and tattered clothing. The majority of signatures on his Lists of the Gracious came from streetfolk, and now he went among them seeking words or whispers of a specific monster lurking in 'their' territory.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>19-07-2011, 16:31:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/barbarian-stern-sternum.jpg)</div>Weom, with horse reins in hand and his dog by his side, followed the others to the Perfect Princess. He listened to Shiloh as she suggested that the people may have heard of the bat but may only talk if coin were to pass their fingers. Her suggestion of only approaching employees seemed valid, he thought. Not that he was along for his intellect of course. Then she suggested prostitutes. It had been a while since he had been with a woman, even a prostitute, but if he had to he would consider, if asked, to take one for the team. <br><br>As they approach the place, he went to tie up the horse and instructed the dog to guard it until he returned. The dog barked in response and Weom turned and headed into the Perfect Princess. The others had already gone in which was perfect as the last thing he wanted to look like he was a member of a party. Upon entering, his size did not go unnoticed. He tried to ignore the stares, so he ordered a drink and requested a lap dance from one of the patrons more accommodating ladies. He then took his drink and then pointed so that the bar person would know where to send the lady. Perhaps if he liked her he would request a more intimate location for him to further his questioning. He then moved from the bar to a quiet darkened corner of the place and waited for the patron’s choice to arrive. While he waited he observed the others from afar as, like him, they pretended, to a lesser or more degree, not to know one another. <br><br>Around thirty minutes went by and he remembered that he needed to update the group. A woman had not come to his table yet so he thought nothing of leaving his empty goblet on the table to save his spot and update Shiloh. When she told him she had heard nothing, he responded with the same. He had not the heart to tell her that he had been sitting alone for all that time, but he was sure that she knew that. He was trying to help but he was best suited to fighting not finding out information. He then nodded to her and then promptly returned to his seat as a woman seemed to be showing an interest in his booth. When he returned it was clear that it was the woman that he had requested so he sat back while the shadows of this place, covered their interaction from any prying eyes. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mysterica</strong> on <strong>19-07-2011, 16:53:46</strong>
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				After entering the tavern, Rhaella looks around for a time before finding who she was looking for...&nbsp; Or at least one of them.&nbsp; She walked up to the master of the brothel and said, "Hey there.&nbsp; I've heard a great deal about this place from all over, and if it is agreeable, I'd like to have meet up with your best girl.&nbsp; I've got the gold and want to see for myself just how good this place can be."&nbsp; She said.<br><br>She almost felt bad for this because she knew that she was supposed to be looking for clues about where to find the bat, but the idea of asking a whore was a good idea indeed, and the best girl would surely be the most popular, and thus the most likely of any of them to have heard something.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 00:47:12</strong>
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				<strong>Nurthan and the south dock's destitute</strong><br><br>The south docks was home to many of the most destitute of Shelzar and it was a favorite haunt and scavenging grounds of many, this was not only because the Shelzar guards tended to frown upon them in some of the other quarters but because it was ripe for the picking. Many people arrived in Shelzar through the south docks as did most of the trade of the city,&nbsp; so there where few places better to be.&nbsp; Another big draw to the south dock for the destitute was of course the temple of Manawe and the fortification of the paladin's of Corean, if they where lucky the would receive charity or kindness although dealing with the paladin's was often considered unlucky to some. <br><br>So Nurthan's visit was not only an anticipated occasion but a welcome one, he was a trusted figure among many of the cities less fortunate not believed to be there to judge or demand things of others.&nbsp; In fact many of the cities destitute where quite sympathetic towards the cause of Nurthan and the redeemers of Golthain, for who better knew there plight and pain than the shunned faceless Titan and who could understand his own plight better than the destitute themselves.&nbsp; <br><br>They welcome Nurthan gladly in droves and are more than thankful of his gifts and blessings of there food and water, many do not ask much of him as they might of others due to the respect they have gained for him and understanding that his time is precious and should be spread among all. There are a few of course who are all to eager to take more than others and these are the ones than talk that gossip, while others attempt to move Nurthan on when they think one of there number is becoming too greedy.&nbsp; In his travels among the destitute of the docks Nurthan collects many snippets of rumors and tales of woe, it seams that many among the destitute are worried about the growing number of disappearances among them there is talk of kidnappings and vile purpose. Some blame the Slitheren (ratmen), others the cults of Belasmeth and some the crime syndicates and houses of Shelzar. <br><br>Questions of monsters among them bring up numerous other rumors and talk of things that stalk the city of a night that lurk in shadows and live beneath, most of these tales are the same old stories and some are likely just errant titanspawn but a few claim to have seen the bat devil. Those who make such claims do not seam too fearful of the creature, and Nurthan eventually is pointed in the direction of an old man who has apparently met the thing.&nbsp; Many don't believe the old man of course and he does dress and act in a manner which might encourage others to think him deluded, but Nurthan knowing the people may spot the wisdom in the man and the careful act which he plays to survive in the city. <br><br>The old man was aged and withered with little hair atop his head and that which was there was but wisps of white strands, he covered his head with a make do straw hat which looked and smelled like it had once been part of a fisherman's basket. His clothes where ragged and sown with all manner of symbols and prayers, all about his outfit where strung beads and items procured and kept in his travels.&nbsp; His face was red and burnt from to many day spent in the hot unshaded sun his eyes a pale gray he presented a crazy sparsely yellow toothed grin he seamed if anything harmless and oblivious to the world about him. When Nurthan came across him he was busy collecting bits of fish and shell that had been discarded an left upon the docks streets, collecting them up slowly he sorted them into his pockets or wheel less cart&nbsp; which could be heard scraping along the floor whenever he moved.&nbsp; At first the man seamed oblivious or ignorant of Nurthan's approach he then proceeded to wave him off and bow his head moving on, persistence however brought another glance and a raised crooked finger which beckoned closer.&nbsp; <br><br>The old man spoke up his accent slightly tainted by his missing teeth and age, he had a friendly but pessimistic tone and did not seam as if he would stop to hear Nurthan out until he said all he had to say.<br><br><em>“You the one looking for Luficent ? What do you want with that bat then, stole something from you has he well you won't get it back that's for sure.&nbsp; Tricky he is, sly cunning but he don't trouble us none.”</em>&nbsp; He stopped and glanced over Nurthan giving him a wary look before peering about the docks with a paranoid glance. <em>“Well..what do you want then ? Come on, not got all day you know can't be seen to be heard not about that one.”&nbsp; &nbsp; </em>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><hr><br><strong>Rhaella the quest for perfection</strong><br><br>The large man know as Arsuth stood up straight pushing away from the beam he had been leaning and resting against, he nodded as the Elf regarded him and looked to Rhaella with a wide immaculate grin his mustache made the whole thing look much more devious than intended.&nbsp; Her crossed his muscled oiled arms before her and nodded his head, for a brief moment it seamed like he might be the silent type but that was swiftly broken by his bold almost booming overconfident voice. <em>“I am Arsuth.”</em> He let out a hearty laugh before continuing <em>“I am the master of the harem and if you seek perfection you come to the right place, all of what you have heard is true I have the perfect girl the perfect man for all.” </em>He raised a hand to his face cupping his chin and twiddling with his mustache as he regarded Rhaella trying to take a measure of her character. <br><br>He brought his other hand up to his heart and smiled at Rhaella from beneath his hand <em>“I can conjure the best your mind can imagine my dear, you will not forget this night the night when dreams become a reality.&nbsp; But the best is of course the most expensive, if that is truly what you wish then you will have to show you have the means to pay for it I shall not demand you relinquish such until you are satisfied of course.”</em>&nbsp; Her grinned at her in a slightly creepy manner leering down at her <em>“And you will be most satisfied Master Arsuth's delights never fail in that regard.”&nbsp; &nbsp;</em><br><br>He glanced upstairs and gestured towards the balcony where a dwarf perched in a state of delirious drunken stupor muttering and mumbling with a bright red face and look of ecstatic joy. <em>“See for yourself, those that seek perfection and pay its price reap the rewards of course I offer less expensive services also.” </em>He chuckled and glanced across the tavern to the host and innkeeper “Princess” he gently nudged Rhaella in a friendly manner <em>“Oh of course there is always Princess, she might even pay you.” </em> He laughed heartily again as did some of the nearby patrons who heard his attempt at humor. <br>&nbsp;<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 02:08:55</strong>
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				Nurthan nodded slowly, taking a small flask and calling clean water into it for the benefit of any watchers as Hermenos continued to speak for him.<br>"Not from us, no. But yes, he has stolen something that is valuable, and we have been paid to get it back. There are others working with us, and they would find him and use violence to take back his thieved treasure, but they are loud and do not pay attention."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mysterica</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 07:01:25</strong>
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				Rhaella listened to the man's words and didn't see anything wrong with the idea of having to prove she could indeed pay the man.&nbsp; After all, anyone could just buy nice clothes and pretend to have the money then try to run once they had 'achieved perfection'.&nbsp; The idea of "Princess" paying her to lay with her wasn't appealing in the least.&nbsp; If she was to bed someone, she had the right to be picky about whom right?&nbsp; Besides, the reason she tended to like women better in the first plafe was that they were so much softer and gentler.&nbsp; "Princess" however looked rougher than most men though...&nbsp; Though that may just be because of her race.<br><br>Still, Rhaella opened her bag of holding and reached inside pulling out several handfuls of gold coins before putting the gold back inside the bag.&nbsp; "Will that suffice as proof, or shall I have to upend the whole bag?&nbsp; If I have to do that, you'll have to help me get it all back in there, and there is a lot of gold."&nbsp; She asked with a slightly mocking smile, her head cocked slightly to the side.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 23:28:16</strong>
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				<strong>Nurthan and the destitute old man<br></strong><br>The old man glanced at Nurthan and his talking necklace slightly surprised but obviously not so taken back as to be unused to a little magic in his life, he look curiously with those old gray eyes at the necklace as it spoke for Nurthan.&nbsp; He had heard rumors of Nurthan of course but this was the first time he had met the man, he nodded sagely at the necklaces words and spoke in a solemn tone<em> “Yes there are many who want that one, many who wish violence upon him and those who think ill of him for what he is alone not what he does, but he has friends too.”&nbsp; </em><br><br>The old man looked down for a moment before looking back up and regarding Nurthan once more, he spoke again his eyes seaming to flicker between Nurthan and the necklace as if he was not quite sure of which he addressed.&nbsp; <em>“He is no friend of King Virduk you know, he has been making himself a thorn in Calastia's side for a time now.&nbsp; But the bat devil rarely gives what is taken, you will have trouble finding him if he hears of your intent.”</em><br><br><hr><br><strong>Rhaella the quest continues...</strong><br><br>Arsuth stroked at his chin and smoothed his mustache as he eyed Rhaella and listened to her words,nodding as he watched her open her bag a greedy smile spreading across his face. <em>“Yes I see you have more than the means.” </em>He lowered his voice and gestured towards the bag <em>“But I would be careful of how open you are with it here, I of course am an honest man but there are more than my eyes here.”&nbsp; </em><br><br>He grinned at her and gestured for her to follow as he took to the stairs<em> “Come my friend, let me show you to the woman of your dreams tonight you taste and sample perfection itself your wildest fantasies shall I bring before your eyes.”</em><br><br>Arsuth lead the way upstairs and made his way along the creaking wooden floor of the second floor towards a suitable room, drunken revelers and happy customers where spread about the balcony and in the corridors perched and sat against the walls or doors of occupied rooms already the seedy side of the tavern was more apparent. After checking several rooms Arsuth found a vacant one and held the door open for Rhaella bowing slightly to her he gestured for her to enter inside, <em>“Please make yourself at home, before I fetch for you my best girl I must discover your ideals your likes for&nbsp; popularity does not make perfection I shall bring you your dream girl.”</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>24-07-2011, 01:52:10</strong>
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				Shiloh edges her way up to a small group of halflings across the bar, seeming to step half from shadow and half from the plain-seeming crowd.&nbsp; She makes herself known first by removing her hat, and while her plain pleated braid is simple enough, her lovely features, her long elven ears, and her tribal markings are distinct when bared.&nbsp; <br>She joins the halflings' table without ceremony or aggression, keeping her hands splayed on the tabletop in a show of non-aggression.&nbsp; She glances up to make eye contact with her fellows for a brief moment, then joins eyes with the halflings she's interjected upon.&nbsp; "Please pardon my interruption," she says softly, but clearly, "my name is Shiloh.&nbsp; I heard your entire conversation, and you should know that, as of this moment, I mean none of you or yours harm."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>24-07-2011, 01:56:04</strong>
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				"And if he were to hear of searchers and go to hide from them, where would he go? You say he does not threaten harm to those who dwell here on the streets, but does he coerce them into silence regarding his whereabouts when enemies come in search of his ill-gotten gains?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mysterica</strong> on <strong>24-07-2011, 04:40:55</strong>
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				"Oh, I don't think I have too much to worry about there.&nbsp; I can handle myself."&nbsp; Rhaella said on her way up the stairs and up to her room.<br><br>Rhaella was happy to hear the idea that she would get to choose her woman.&nbsp; She had frankly almost forgotten that she was here to get information from the woman, though she couldn't help but wonder if she was being asked her preferences because they had many varying women, or a few and used magic to make them up to the customer's standards.<br><br>Regardless of which was the case, her personal preferences were not unlike many others and thus, when asked what she wanted, Rhaella said "Very well then.&nbsp; This shall indeed be a night of perfection.&nbsp; I'd like a girl with long blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and large breasts.&nbsp; From there, I'll just trust you.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 23:44:13</strong>
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				<br><strong>Shiloh, Halflings and Hegemony in the Perfect Princess</strong><br><br><div align="center">(http://i51.tinypic.com/2a0kf8z.jpg)</div><br>The group of halflings of which the number was three sat with there two remaining human companions, a elderly man and a middle aged weathered woman with a glum expression. The three halflings a female and two men looked downtrodden and determined, they mumbled amongst themselves as Shiloh interrupted there meeting and one of them glanced at her angrily. It looked like he was about to shout at her and throw a ruck-us, but swiftly his companion slapped a fat hairy hand over his mouth and held him back while the elderly man spoke.&nbsp; <em>“What of it then Miss ? Of what concern is it you ?” </em><br><br>The fat angry halfling struggled in his brothers grasp and then with a sharp shrill sound broke free. <em>“Yeaoch..yer bloody git..my tumb!” </em>cried his thinner greasy haired brother who shot a look of spite at him. <em>“Get off yer scrawny twonk, what you want then elf...whats it to you what we talk off!” </em>The female halfling shook her head and patted the fat one on the back hushing him down with a wary look, she glanced to Shiloh and smiled in the most cheery manner she could muster. <em>“Are you a friend of the Black Dragon then Miss ? Or are you tired of Calastia's tyranny too.”<br></em><br><hr><br><strong>Nurthan and the destitute old man</strong><br><br>The old man listened to the necklace as it spoke once more for Nurthan and then slowly gazed up to&nbsp; him and shook his head, he remained silent for a moment and brought his hand up rubbing his brow and adjusting his hat.&nbsp; <em>“Depends that there always people looking for him, for what he is and what he does.&nbsp; The bat devils they call em, but that's not what they call themselves no they have another name for them.&nbsp; He don't bother us none, got no reason to has he thief he is and a good one, what we got that is worth taking no he leave us well enough alone.&nbsp; The Calastian's the wealthy he targets those with things of value, those with things such as that.”&nbsp; </em>The old man raised one of his withered arms to point shakily at the necklace. <em> “He don't hide often, but when he does id guess he goes into the undercity...or the skies the desert perhaps, he is not a permanent resident of Shelzar of course he comes and goes I bet if he believe the threat was great he make himself scare quick probably move on till he thought it was safe again.”<br></em><br><hr><br><strong>Rhaella the quest for perfection</strong><br><br><br>Arsuth gave a hearty chuckle at Rhaella's request and gestured for her to enter the room nodding, <em>“Very well Elf, you shall have what you wish just as you ask we will handle the matter of payment afterwards.&nbsp; I shall leave you now and the perfection you seek shall be along shortly, If there is any&nbsp; problem or anything else you require you may find me downstairs or perhaps seek out Misstress Amylyn.” </em> He gave a nod and an elaborate gesture before bowing and leaving closing the door behind him. <br><br>It was sometime later when “perfection” arrived with a gentle tap at the door, as the door was opened the sight that was beheld was a most familiar and perplexing one perhaps.&nbsp; The woman that entered the room and quietly stood before Rhaella's gaze was everything she had described everything she had pictured imagined it was unreal, she was familiar as if she been seen a thousand times before but it was hard to think where or who she was.&nbsp; Soon the realization would dawn of course that she was the familiar specter of&nbsp; stray dreams and wild thoughts whole and present before Rhaella's very eyes, she presented a warm smile and tilted her head her long golden blond locks falling from her head framing her pleasant face and draping about her shoulders.&nbsp; She stood silent for a moment allowing Rhaella to take her in dressed in silver mesh and silk garments that did little to hide her curved figure or modesty.&nbsp; <em>“I am at your service Miss, what is it you desire of me may I ask ?”&nbsp; &nbsp;</em><br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 03:40:18</strong>
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				Shiloh lifts her hands to steady them, though her wild-eyed distracted fear still be present, these halflings are outside her circle of fear.&nbsp; She need only focus now, and not give credence to the creeping shadows beyond... "The Calastians destroyed some I hold very dear," she says in a level voice. The words had barely left her mouth but she regretted them-- no, they were no lies.&nbsp; She had sworn never again to lie or use words to deceive, nor to tell half-truths that approximated as much.&nbsp; "But vengeance is for the sickened and weak, and will wright no change in this world."<br><br>She levels her eyes-- the faint tattoos around and the fury within them make the alien prettiness something savage and terrible, like a savage tribe's ceremonial mask.&nbsp; She speaks softly, through gritted teeth, and barely moves her lips.&nbsp; To speak the truth here and thus risk harm to the halflings is unacceptable, so she is careful not to be overheard or lip-read.&nbsp; "I mean not to deceive you.&nbsp; It would be to my advantage, perhaps, to do so, but I will not... no matter my personal feelings on the matter."&nbsp; She leans back.&nbsp; "I too seek the bat.&nbsp; I will offer my aid to your cause, at a later date, in exchange for arranged meeting with him."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 04:07:28</strong>
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				Nurthan is silent for a time, consulting telepathically with Hermenos to ensure his words are passing to the old man properly.<br>"If he were to go to ground in such a manner, or not, what would he find irresistable enough to risk trying to acquire? He is a thief, but does he favor certain prizes above others? Is there something he personally cannot or will not go without, that could be used to force a meeting with him one way or another?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mysterica</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 08:01:54</strong>
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				Rhaella waited patiently for a time for her company to arrived before hearing a knock on the door.&nbsp; She enthusiastically stood up and opened the door to find the most beautiful creature she had ever seen...&nbsp; No...&nbsp; The most beautiful creature she had ever even imagined standing at the door waiting for her.&nbsp; Her eyes went wide at the sight of her, and for a moment thought this was too good to be true.&nbsp; It didn't take her long not even to care about that though, she had been promised perfection, and it seemed she would be getting just that.&nbsp; That was all that mattered.<br><br>When asked what she desired, Rhaella couldn't help but smile.&nbsp; She was going to enjoy this!&nbsp; She quickly ushered the woman inside, locking the door behind her and just walked about her, wanting to see her from every angle, she smelled her hair, and weighed the woman's breasts in her hands.&nbsp; Completely satisfied, she leaned in and whispered into her ear, "I want perfection, and I can't attaining that unless we both are satisfied, and I would <em>love</em> to satisfy you!"&nbsp; Here, she backed up a few steps, tilted her head to the side ever so slightly and asked in her normal voice, "Before we get down to that though, might I ask a question?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 15:16:42</strong>
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				Storm was more than happy to see that the place was not full entirely of princess’s and perfect looking whores. The veteran had had her fill of perfection in the past, and they were the ones that fell first. This was a pleasant relief if she were to be honest. Of course the woman was taking in all her surroundings, listening to the gossip and trying to understand the Dynamics of the place. Still she tried to just shrink into the background however manners and the need for more booze said otherwise.<br><br>Storm grinned at the woman, “Well I aint ‘ere fer a fackin’ job, less you 'ave sam real perverts in 'ere...” She chuckled, “I fink I would go down like a fart in a suit of plate mail.” There was a pause then, “Mach as I would lav a pretty boy fer ve night vat would be blaady mean, and well I ‘as Mister palm and ‘is five lavely sons.” Her laugh was a little more dirty this time, she looked at the drink and smiled it would be good to have something with more taste than her weapon cleaner “Now that looks a might tastier than some boy that’s wet be’ind the ears.”<br><br>Storm put out a hand and offered it to the woman. “Storm is ve name, I am a bit new ta vese parts do ya fink ya can give me sam tips on staff abaat round 'ere? Ya must be due a break ta ‘ave a drink?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 00:52:27</strong>
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				<br><strong>Shiloh, Halflings and Hegemony in the Perfect Princess</strong><br><br>The fat halfling settled back into his seat seaming slightly calmed by Shiloh's words at first he grumbled slightly and avoided looking at those present, he muttered and mumbled at her statement of loss bitter at the sting of statement.&nbsp; “What she know of loss and destruction.”&nbsp; He sighed and glanced at his brother who was nursing his bitten thumb and across at the female halfling who was scowling at the pair of them.&nbsp; The halfling nursing his bitten finger looked up to Shiloh at her talk of vengeance and shot her a hurt look, which the other halflings seamed to mimic in there own way. <em> “Vengeance.." the halfling spluttered "....you think this is all about vengeance...we have no land of our own...we are treated as slaves..and worse...we are trodden under the foot of the Black Dragon's forces, we are not fighting for vengeance we are fighting for survival for freedom for justice. Viriduk is nothing but a dictator a&nbsp; tyrant and murderer he is beyond vengeance there is no vengeance great enough for the acts he has committed in Chardun's name.”</em><br><br>The old man shook his head and glanced to Shiloh <em>“Sorry..but you must understand that they have suffered more than any other, they still do they fight more than any other for there freedom and survival in them many of us see reason and that something must be done now more than ever.” </em>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>They fell solemnly silent nodding and the human women smiled slightly to Shiloh as she continued to speak and mentioned her purpose there.&nbsp; <em>“Why do you seek him ? And what aid can you bring to the cause if we help you find him ?”</em><br><br><hr><br><strong>Nurthan and the destitute old man</strong><br><br>The old man watched with interest as Nurthan and the talking necklace silently communicated between themselves, he imagined that there was probably a conversation going on he was not privy too but he was not sure of course and so he waited wondering if there was something else. When the necklace spoke again he smiled quite intrigued by this nights meeting, few took much note of him often and it was not often he got to give advice or information these days and have it listened too. <br><br><em>“He is not easily fooled, I do not know what he would risk his life for or risk capture for really but I can guess.&nbsp; It would have to be something important, something without value something that many would miss that all would seek perhaps.&nbsp; Or perhaps just something that would harm or irritate Calista enough to amuse him, he does seam to have taken an interest in preying upon them of late there is a large bounty on his head from them alone.” </em>&nbsp; He grinned a little <em>“Of course that's just my take on it...who knows what a bat thinks.” <br></em><br><hr><br><strong>Rhaella the stuff that dreams are made off</strong><br><br>The woman of Rhaella's desires stood in the perfectly posed almost statuesque position as Rhaella circled and inspected her, she peered back with a inviting smile which twitched and grew as Rhaella&nbsp; touched and inspected her in a more physical manner she seamed not at all phased even used to such treatment.&nbsp; <br><br>She spoke with a quite smooth voice clear in tone and free of accents<em> “My satisfaction comes with the satisfaction of yourself and that of the Master and Mistress, I believe they desire the gold for your time with me.&nbsp; Whatever you do with me I shall be satisfied if your own desires are fulfilled that is what you will pay for that is my purpose here, anything you ask I shall do any emotion you want I will portray, nothing is beyond reason I am yours for the night.”</em><br><br>The woman tilted her own head at the next words of Rhaella she nodded and looked across into her eyes with a smile. <em>“Of course you may do or ask anything, what sort of question do you wish to ask I shall do my best to answer of course.” </em><br><br><hr><br><strong>Storm &amp; the “Princess” </strong><br><br>The orcish tavern owner glanced at Storm with a toothy grin this friendly attempt at smile only seamed to make her look all the more menacing in part, it seamed as if the orcish woman had a habit of filling her teeth although some of them would be more aptly described as tusks. She listened as Storm spoke nodding along with her pushing the tankard closer across the bar, she altered her posture going from looming over the bar to propping herself up against the various barrels behind her.&nbsp; A beleaguered halfling perched beside Storm sighed with relief as the half orc backed of, his senses assaulted by her overdone attempt at perfume and the looming vision of her chest which he seamed to perhaps be struggling to try to forget.&nbsp; A fat smelly loud-mouthed drunken dwarf next to him interrupted his singing and roaring laughter to remark and tease the poor fellow.<em> “Eyaar...Kad...Keral...Kadrat...you..dog...heheh..yer lookin to delve...into..them..thar...mountains is yer..hahehahah yer get lost in..ther for days..we ave ta send a rescue party fur yer.”</em>&nbsp; The halfling frowned and took to his drink no even looking to the dwarf, who soon received a swift slap around the back of his head from a fellow companion. <br><br>Princess laughed along with Storm at her comments and smiled at her fluttering her eyes slightly, she raised her right hand and played with the blond matted wig that draped her head.<em> “Prinsess cud alwayz keep yer company if yer wish it, I ave many lavely sons for tha pleasing.” </em>She grinned at Storm and moved back to the bar looming over it once more, the halfling groaned a pulled his shirt up over his sensitive nose.&nbsp; Princess put her hand out gripping Storms tightly she had a firm grip and brutish hand fat chubby greasy fingers surging with power unused to any kind of subtly or light touch.&nbsp; <em>“Good ter meet yer Strum wat does yer wanna know abaat things around ere den ? I dun take them no, but ill ave a drink wit yer ere at tha bar and give yer some tips sure enuff. If company is yer thing den yer want ta be lookin fur Master Asooff, dat em there.”</em> She pointed with her left hand indicating the large moustached tanned shirtless man descending the stairs.<em> “He take care ov most ov dat side ov tha biziniz.” </em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 02:20:21</strong>
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				"The vengeance I deride is my own."&nbsp; Shiloh closes her eyes, then opens them slowly.&nbsp; For a moment, the room is red in her eyes, and blood weeps from the wood of the bar and chair and tables where the axes and saws hewed them apart.&nbsp; On the table before them is the butchered, dressed, roasted and presented body of an elven man, his pale flesh toasted golden brown for the vile beast that will devour him.&nbsp; She squeezes her eyes shut again, then reopens them.&nbsp; The terrible hallucination has passed.&nbsp; "I am sorry for your loss..." she manages, her voice quaking softly.<br><br><i>I go for refuge in the shadows</i><br><br>"I have been charged to find him for a key.&nbsp; I will learn from him its purpose, and decide if I will return it."&nbsp; <br><br><i>There is but one soul and it is the ghost thread.</i><br><br>"As for the cause, I will hone my dull senses and weak arms, and gather spears and arrows... those like you who will fight."&nbsp; <br><br><i>I am one with the ghost thread, the ghost is one with me</i><br><br>"I cannot say what I will do or will not, except that I will fight them.&nbsp; What I do by one action will ripple through time, just as their evil burrows through lives and generations.&nbsp; Perhaps I will save a town, or perhaps I will be brutalized and impaled by the road as a warning to others.&nbsp; Either way, the purpose is set already."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 09:07:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/barbarian-stern-sternum.jpg)</div> Beginning to feel as out of place as a rhino at an exclusive giraffes only club, Weom stood, almost toppling the servant whence from her position hovering above his groin, and began to consider to leave. He was no diplomat and finding the answers to the questions for such a quest was not something he found easy. So he went to the bar and ordered a drink. Perhaps a quick pint before be departed would be just what he needed to feel a little less like a fifth carriage wheel.<br><br>While he drank he watched the others, who had entered the bar from the group, as they progressed through the investigation. It seemed from his prospective that they were doing well. All he was good for was fighting and at this very moment drinking it seemed. He would wait here for now. Perhaps luck would shine on him while he drank. Who knows. He looked to the whence who he had been with for a good while now as she gathered up her petticoats and made a beeline for the back room. He had gotten nothing of interest regarding the bat from her and she charged to much for what he wanted sexually anyway. So he took his first sip of his beer as he from time to time looked upon Storm and the others. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 13:19:22</strong>
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				<strong>Shiloh, Halflings and Hegemony in the Perfect Princess</strong><br><br>The three Halflings, the elderly human man and the human female looked between each other at Shiloh's words, the mention of a key seamed a point of recognition to them and had them silently exchanging looks among one another.&nbsp; In the end it seamed that it had almost been silently agreed that it would be the elderly man who approached the subject and spoke.&nbsp; <br><br><em>“So in exchange for this key or information upon it you would lend support to our cause for independence and fight with us against the tyrant King?” </em>He took a look over Shiloh and pondered the possibilities the worth of the offer, what value was this key and how easily would Luficent part with it.&nbsp; <em>“This Key, you know nothing of it as it would seam but who is it that you work for and what do you know of there intent for such what interest do they have in Luficent himself ?”<br></em><br>The halflings eyed Shiloh and the female spoke up among them pointing a dainty finger at her and wagging it in a telling manner. “You ain't seeking a bounty on him I hope!” The fat halflings eyes lit up and he scowled at Shiloh <em>“Yeah we ain't betraying nobody..no even that thief of a bat, he ain't done us no wrong you know.</em>” The remaining halfling simply nodded whilst nursing his sore finger occasionally shooting his brother a hurt look.<br><br>The human woman finally spoke herself <em>“I think it would be agreed that any information or help we did supply you would only be given if we where happy it would lead to no trouble for our cause or Luficent, he has helped us in the past and he is not a creature we would wish to cross better to be his friend than have him an enemy.” </em><br><br><hr><br><strong>Barbarian at the Bar </strong><br><br>There did seam to be a certain air in the tavern about Weom many took to looking and staring at him most only when they did not think he would notice,&nbsp; others where more bold and it did seam as if people considered the barbarian quite the spectacle.&nbsp; Of course a few recognized him from his fighting others wondered at his presence in the tavern, some just had never seen an Albadian Barbarian before all where taken a back by the presence of a man bigger and more impressively built than Master Arsuth.&nbsp; Where Master Arsuth was obviously quite vain and free of scars or unsightly marks, Weom it seamed wore them with pride or no care and this made him the more intimidating man to many. <br><br>A few people about the bar cleared as Weom approached making room for him a few halted there conversations and others left fearful of offending him and starting a bar brawl, Princess to busy with Storm did not notice the new person at her bar but apparently someone else did.&nbsp; There was a distinct jabbing at Weom's side as a drunken dwarf stood beneath him peering up at him a tankard of ale in hand. <em>“Eyyya...big one...yer tha..HIC..tha...fella..from tha..pits...Ive..seen..yer...well....ive seen..more than..id..like ter..see of yer heheaheh..HIC....But..yer fights is good..dunna why yer do it in the nud....armor...thats..wat yer need some good...nice armor...keep them bits tucked away.” </em> He took a large swig and gulp from his tankard and raised him arm out reaching up to Weom. <em> “For...Forge..nah..Forgar..HIC...Forgar..Hammerheld..formarly of Burok Torn..Master Smith..well I...was once...bit of shake in the hands these days hehehe...but you look like yer seen a few years yourself..you know how it is..hehehah.”&nbsp; </em><br><br><div align="center">(http://i56.tinypic.com/2ynne5v.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mysterica</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 14:20:56</strong>
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				Well, at this rate, Rhaella began to believe that flattery would get her nowhere because she could apparently have just asked her from the start, and while the woman seemed only to care about her, Rhaella would not be the only one to get in a good cum, oh no, she certainly wouldn't be able to resist tasting this wonderful beauty!<br><br>"Well then...". Rhaella said as she started to undress.&nbsp; "Is there anything you can tell me about someone known as Lucifent?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 17:40:31</strong>
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				Shiloh keeps her eyes fixed on the halflings and the human, then spreads her hands.&nbsp; "I mean not to harm him.&nbsp; I would greatly prefer it that way.&nbsp; But if I am attacked, I will defend myself.&nbsp; The bounty is for the item, not the bat.&nbsp; I expect that I would have better luck with him by striking a deal than by trying to take it by force."&nbsp; Her pale eyes search them carefully.&nbsp; "I have allies, as well, who will accompany me in meeting him.&nbsp; You can relay these details to him.&nbsp; Allow the bat to choose the time and place."&nbsp; She returns her eyes to the human woman, her intense stare unsettled and strangely pretty, and reiterates the truth.&nbsp; "I want only to meet with him, and I will strive only to aid the resistance."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>02-08-2011, 10:37:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/barbarian-stern-sternum.jpg)</div> <br><br>Now that he was out of the dark alcove he could observe better what was going on. Of course the eyes upon him went unnoticed as Weom was about as observant as a man who thought his saw a horse with two heads and two bodies only to find out that it was two horses standing next to each other. <br><br>Anyway his mussing soon vanished when he felt a jabbing at his side. It seemed that his had a fan. Perhaps the little boy would like an autograph he thought as he turned his head and looked down. It was no boy but a dwarf. Silly mistake to make, Weom thought but as I said he was not very observant. <br><br>He listened to the little but stocky fellow before responding. “Your funny and yes I am he from the pits” he said with some amusement in his tone. “I do know how it is, yes. The bones they creak but the muscles still work. Ask my last opponent who lost his arm as I ripped it from its joint. You were probably there and saw the whole thing.” He laughed and then took a large gulp of his drink before slamming it down on the bar. Turning back to his new ‘friend’ he spoke again. “As for nude fighting. I wear some armour but I find it slows me down. No one gets close enough to my cock, except the ladies, so I do not fear for it lose.” He grabbed his pants around his groin area and gave it a good tug, before smiling at the dwarf. “If you know what I mean?” he asked rhetorically. Forgetting all about his mission at the mention of the dwarf being a forger, he invited him for a drink. “I am always on the look out for better armour and you say you are a forger. Please sit, drink and be merry for I suddenly feel the need to buy you a drink. As you tell me more of your forging, if you would like?”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>02-08-2011, 15:31:39</strong>
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				<strong>Rhaella the stuff that dreams are made off<br></strong><br>The alluring woman watched Rhaella's every move shifting her posture as her eyes followed and met her, she smiled all the more as Rhaella spoke and begun to undress before her.&nbsp; Listening to Rhaella as she moved her hands up to slip the silky mesh of her skimpy coverings away from her shoulders, slowly she let the fabric flow and ripple away from her body revealing her ample sculpted breasts and body.&nbsp; Her outfit pooled at her feet shimmering and coiling upon itself in a pile she stepped free forward towards Rhaella reaching out to assist in the undressing, as she did so the silky outfit winked out of existence and her soft warm touch lightly skimmed over Rhaella's form.<br><br><em>“The one you speak of does not traffic with us, he does not seek what the Master &amp; Mistress offer others.&nbsp; But I have heard his name mentioned often he is well known to many who operate in the docks and....”</em> She chuckled and leaned in whispering her words with a lustful tone.<em> “darker elements of this city of sins.”</em> She looked back to Rhaella her hand lightly tracing her neck fingertips lightly caressing reaching to curl amid her hair.&nbsp; <em>“You would be better to ask my Master or Mistress about the thief, I know only what I see and the Master allows me.”</em><br><br><hr><br><strong>Shiloh, Halflings and Hegemony in the Perfect Princess</strong><br><br>The halflings and the humans all looked a little surprised and confused by Shiloh her honesty and&nbsp; forwardness was refreshing although perhaps suspicious to some, the fat hafling still seamed to have a wary look about him but the rest of them seamed happy to accept Shiloh upon what she had said. The fat halfling stood up from his chair while the female and his brother looked on wondering what he was up to, it seamed he was more calm however so they made to rash action to stop him. <em> “Right..so you want to meet the bat, maybe that can be arranged if you say you will help the fight against the oppression of the Black Dragon and his tyrant armies.&nbsp; My friends seam to believe you I don't personally..I think your up to something but Lucifent is smart if you try trick him you will fail.” </em> He folded his arms and looked at Shiloh with a serious expression peering into her eyes searching for signs of deception and treachery <em>“So here is what we will do we will see if we can arrange a meeting in return for your favor at some point, I won't lie to Lucifent Ill tell him what you have said but I won't mention what your after that ill do because if he stole it and he knows your looking for it he hardly likely to want to meet you.&nbsp; But if you can help us now or in the future, then we will help you with this.”<br></em><br><br><hr><br><strong>Barbarian at the Bar</strong><br><br>The dwarf nodded in an overzealous manner and squeezed in between the patrons at the bar and climbed tipsily into a free high based chair at the bar, <em>“Yer they say that, funny dwarf...heh well yer got ter laugth dese days, no sense being all grim an gloomy all tha time. Like them bloody Dark Elves had enougth of dem I tell yer, hehichuh..yer I did see that as it was bloody...gud it was yer has a real talent fur da pits dun yer bet dey is glad ter ave yer dere.&nbsp; Wanna watch dey dun put yer in any dem..special..fights..nasty business.”&nbsp; <br></em><br>At the invitation of a drink the drunken dwarf grinned and nods wiping his beard which was slightly frothed with foam in places, <em>“Yer..one fur one..ill get the next..and yer right I is a forger...heheheh, how did yer ken dat den ?&nbsp; Who told yer I is in dat trade too, forging and forgery dat is Forgar's trade.”</em> He glanced about slightly making sure nobody was looking and leaned forward beer breath flooding the air about the bar.&nbsp; <em>“Dun tell nobody got ter be careful these days, not everyone is honest if yer get me...nat like it was now with tha bloody inquasi..inqasition..poking about.”</em>&nbsp; He drew back again and took a swig from his fresh tankard <em>“Yer I can do yer some armor or forgery if thats what yer after..what yer need a weapon or sumtin...that the guards won't suspect or take, false peace bond ?.I can do all dat..best in Shelzar...well..second best maybe..best in these docks anyway.” </em><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>02-08-2011, 16:41:24</strong>
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				Shiloh nods, seeming at once unsurprised and unperturbed by his disbelief-- and cooperation in spite of it.&nbsp; "Thank you.&nbsp; When will I have news of you?"
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				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>06-08-2011, 01:36:46</strong>
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				<strong>Shiloh, Halflings and Hegemony in the Perfect Princess<br></strong><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i51.tinypic.com/5tyjkg.jpg)</div><br>The fat halfling looked to his companions once more seeing if they had anything to add or say before turning back to Shiloh, he perched upon the table glanced at her silently for a time seemingly in thought as to her proposed question.&nbsp; He looked then to his brother and smiled <em>"Stop pouting and sulking...you got to arrange a meeting now." </em>the brother halfling nodded and he and the female headed of the human elderly man and woman following after excusing themselves.&nbsp; The fat halfling smiled to&nbsp; Shiloh and took a shot of drink before speaking to her again. <em>"We will find that out soon, we will be here again when we have if your that interested best pay to keep an eye out for us.&nbsp; Should not be more than a day or two Id guess, my brother knows how to contact Luficent through certain channels."</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Mysterica</strong> on <strong>07-08-2011, 22:38:29</strong>
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				Rhaella moaned lightly as the woman of jer dreams first undressed, then came over to help her undress.&nbsp; Of course there wasn't much to take off, due to the heat generated from casting, but the woman's touches were heavenly nonetheless.&nbsp; Once they were both naked, she reached in with both hands, played with the woman's hair before settling one hand in behind her head and pulling her head in for a deep kiss while her other hand squeezed her ass.<br><br>Once she broke the kiss, she said, "Well...&nbsp; That was very helpful, and I will definitely ask your master or mistress all about him.&nbsp; In the mean time, why don't we move this party over to the bed and have some fun?"
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>08-08-2011, 08:37:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/barbarian-stern-sternum.jpg)</div>To be honest, his armour was fine. Rough looking it might be but he was never one for standing out because of his armour. It had been craft by the finest metalworkers so he knew it could stand the test of time. So once his memory returned to the task in hand, he turned to the dwarf once the stocky but tiny man had finished speaking and turned to the conversation to his mission. <br><br>“Well, the armour I could always do with a tweak, but the forging I am more intrigued by. I, and a few others, have to gain access to a certain individual’s location, so papers might help us to do that, if you get my drift? If you are interested and can help I will tell you more.” He then took a big gulp of his beer while he gave his new friend time to consider. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>08-08-2011, 14:36:48</strong>
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				Shiloh stands then, and offers a curt bow.&nbsp; "I will be here.&nbsp; Thank you for your time, sir."&nbsp; She studies the halfling for a moment, regarding the remarkable nature of these folk... having had no experience with them before arriving in the city, she rarely interacts with them so much.&nbsp; The strange elf's eyes gleam with warmth for a moment before she sits again.&nbsp; "I will leave you, then, if that's your preference."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>11-08-2011, 21:28:21</strong>
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				<strong>Rhaella the stuff that dreams are made off</strong><br><br>Everything about the woman before Rhaella's eyes was as she had dreamt before a perfect sculpture of dream given flesh, she smiled serenely as she looked into Rhaella's eyes her own full of a lustful glint her fingers twirled amid Rhaella's hair still. The woman let out a soft muffled moan at the kiss and eagerly opened her mouth to Rhaella allowing her to kiss her unrestrained, her own tongue moving forth to dance and entwine with Rhaella's she shuddered against her as Rhaella's hand grasped at the back of her head and squeezed at her shapely firm rear.&nbsp; <br><br>The woman regarded Rhaella as she spoke smiling all the more in the aftermath of the kiss her hands lightly trailing down Rhaella's shoulders and arms, fingertips lightly teasing as her slender delicate soft flesh brushed and caressed against Rhaella's own.&nbsp; <em>“If that is what you wish.”</em> She nodded and chuckled slightly in a seductive tone trailing away from Rhaella as she grasped gently at her hands pulling her to the bed, falling back upon it she laid out upon it and adjusted herself so she was on posed on her side peering up at Rhaella. <br><br><hr><strong><br>Barbarian at the Bar</strong><br><br>The drunken dwarf swayed slightly in his high chair watching Weom idly as he sipped at his tankard ignorant or uncaring to the foam gathering about his beard,&nbsp; he glanced up as Weom spoke and addressed the subject further a confused look on his face as he struggled to recall what they had been talking about.&nbsp; <em>“Ehh...whozz..tolga...dat...den...OHH!..Yer dat's ded rght..Iz..forgin.HIC..forgin and forgar ..err... forge ..yer..you get tha point lad. I can make the finest..steels and metalwoks around ere, and the bes forgaaaries too.”&nbsp; </em>He took a swig of his tankard waved it around in a gregarious manner and&nbsp; slammed it down as it was emptied.&nbsp; <em>“Wat sort of pappers you need den ..permits warrants purhase oders I can do dat, just tell ole forger wat yer need an ill do you up a right proper job. Nobody will tell it iz a Forgar thats for sure ! Or my name aint....well that is ain't forgery no..ahh forget it..” </em><br><br>Several people about the bar had begun to look over and watch the rather inconspicuous and noisy dwarf, one halfling acquaintance was cringing across the bar burying his head in his hands. The dwarf nodded to Weom and then spoke again<em> “who iz it yer lookin for den, you ain't one dem Inquasiour..Inquis...one of dem bloody nosey beggars is yer..na yer dun look it, who iz den who yer lookin for..somone important..or dis about der pitz...yer no thinkin ov given em up are yer...shame dat wud be.” </em><br><br><hr><br><strong>Shiloh, Halflings and Hegemony in the Perfect Princess</strong><br><br>The three halfling's watched Shiloh slightly baffled by her behaviour as she stood up then sat down and then remarked as if they might be offended or wish her to leave, she was a strange one indeed and after a brief moment the fat halfling serious look creaked into a smile an he burst out laughing.&nbsp; The female halfling leans over the table and pushed an unclaimed tankard and plate of food in Shiloh's direction, she smiled warmly at her and elbowed the halfling at her side who was still nursing and sulking over his thumb.&nbsp; He short an apologetic look to the female halfling who scowled a little at him after which point he turned to Shiloh offering a friendly smile,&nbsp; <em>“Scuse me bruva Ms..he none to trusting of other folk, but I think you won him over now.”</em>&nbsp; The fat halfling nodded slightly and grinned at Shiloh. <em>“I like you Elf..I think I may just like you, don't mean I am trusting you yet but your welcome to sit at our table and share of our bounty.”</em> He smirked a little <em>“Of course its a bit less of a bounty now but the night is almost over, your welcome to stay and keep company with us until we call it done ourselves.”</em>&nbsp; The female halfling spoke up <em>“That's Porto, the one nursing his thumb is Theadric”</em> She sighed <em>“And I am Mirabella pleased to meet you.”</em> They all nodded and grinned at Shiloh in a friendly manner watching her and the drink and offered food. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>12-08-2011, 08:38:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/barbarian-stern-sternum.jpg)</div>While his dwarf friend talked, Weom noticed a Halfling, who seemed to be either listening to what they was talking about, which was not hard as by this point the dwarf was being quite vocal, or he some how knew the dwarf too. Either way, once the dwarf had finished talking, Weom looked to the Halfling and gestured for him to join them. <br><br>While he waited for the little fellow to decide to either run or indeed take up Weom’s offer, he turned back to the dwarf and spoke. Unlike the dwarf he spoke quietly. “If you do papers as you claim you do, I wish to have some drawn up for myself and my colleagues to seek an audience with the Bat Devil known as Luficent. If you know of him of course? I can not go into to much detail at the moment as we do not know who is listening but I require a certain something from the bat and to get it I need to talk with the creature. Do you understand or does that make sense?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>14-08-2011, 01:33:08</strong>
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				Shiloh seems unsure of herself, but certainly grateful, for the generosity of Theadric, Porto, and Mirabella.&nbsp; She eats and drinks sparingly, but hopes not to be rude and, thus, ends up enjoying a bit more than she does by habit... she enjoys it, certainly, but tries not to let that enjoyment distract her from her purpose... from her discipline's lessons.&nbsp; Still, for the time being, the food is enjoyable, the drink refreshing and soothing (perhaps too much so), and their bellicose natures enjoyable.&nbsp; Shiloh actually finds herself smiling readily, and laughing at the occasional joke.&nbsp; &nbsp;For the time being, her anger and fear are far away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mysterica</strong> on <strong>14-08-2011, 02:02:11</strong>
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				Rhaella smiled at the words of her company and eagerly followed her over to the bed, completely unable to hide her enthusiasm, though perhaps it didn't matter as she had both first suggested they go over to the bed, and she was paying for the encounter anyways.<br><br>When the girl made it over and lay on her side, Rhaella could only smile at the sight of her seemingly unable to decided how she wanted this to happen before she decided for certainly that she wanted to taste this gorgeous beauty before being pleased herself.&nbsp; If she looked this good, she could only imagine how good she tasted!<br><br>Thus, she walked around the bed, standing on all fours and after lightly pushing her onto her back moved between her legs and bent down asking, "Are you ready?&nbsp; You may say you want only to please me, but I'm about to make you feel wonderful!"&nbsp; She smiled as she made the statement knowing that even though she was with a whore who had surely been with countless people, most male but perhaps a few women, she would almost certainly be remembered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>16-08-2011, 01:06:36</strong>
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				<strong>Barbarian at the Bar</strong><br><br>The halfling sighed slightly sitting up he forced a smile across his face and looked over at his dwarf companion and Weom, sliding away from the bar her circled the crowd and pushed past a few patrons to get to Weom and Forgar.&nbsp; She stood before them nervously fidgeting glancing between Woem and Forgar, <em>“Ayeah..he botherin yer..”</em> The halfling nerviously looked up and down studying Woem before finishing his words. <em>“Uhh sir ? Dun mind what he says none he dun remember it most of the time or mean it half the time, unless its work...that about the only time yer can take him seriously.”</em><br><br>Forgar turned to the halfling and raised someone else's mug from the bar sloshing and spilling its contents <em>“Guntfaaar!.how yer been...where you spring from heheheh sneaky begger, can't sneak up on me though hows yer Marr doin ?”</em> The dwarf winked at the halfling and glanced to Woem nudding at him and grinning. <em>“Yer shud meet is Marr I tell yer, shes a keeper.” </em> The halfing glanced down shaking his head and sighing. <br><br>The halfling moved closer to Woem and spoke quietly <em>“I think you got all the sense you might get out of Forgar tonight Sir, but knowing what you request of him Id say he and myself may be able to provide you with the means you seek.”</em>&nbsp; He turned and looked over across the room his eyes stopping when he discovered those he sought In a quite corner, he pointed them out to Woem and smiled at him.<em> “Them over there may be able to help you to actually find him too, but we can that is Forgar and I can do what you ask....Sir”&nbsp; <br></em><br><hr><br><strong>Shiloh, Halflings and Hegemony in the Perfect Princess</strong><br><br>The halfling group is quite welcoming of Shiloh and they don't seam to press her into conversation allowing her to sit with them in silence if she wishes, they do not ignore her however and include her in things without pressing her into things.&nbsp; Mirabella watched her smiling and continuously poked at Theadric beside her as he switched his attention between his thumb and the elven woman, Porto seamed different now that Shiloh had joined them and was sat at the table and he spoke up boldly of good times and the victories against the Calastians. It was revealing of there nature that the many tales that where told where quite dark and grim and the victories seamed small and of little significance, but the halflings spoke with hope and a confidence that was inspiring specially given there oppressed nature.&nbsp; <br><br><hr><br><strong>Rhaella the stuff that dreams are made off</strong><br><br>The woman lay upon the bed glancing at Rhaella&nbsp; as she approached and walked about the bed, she smiled over at her lips curling all the more seductively as Rhaella climbed on the bed on all fours.&nbsp; She fell back softly onto her back as Rahella pushed her back and slid between her legs, the woman's eyes never leaving her following and fixed upon her as she slowly slid her legs apart.&nbsp; She nodded to Rhaella and whispered above her in a honeyed tone <em>“Yes for whatever you wish”</em> She shivered and trembled before her at Rhaellas words smirking a little at her confidence.&nbsp; <em>“I am sure you will, I shall do my best to be all that you desire and dream of.”</em>&nbsp; She reached out as she parted her thighs further softly touching at Rhaella's cheeks and running across her shoulders, slender delicate fingers teasing her nails lightly brushing as her hands snaked to coil and sift amidst her hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>16-08-2011, 10:42:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/barbarian-stern-sternum.jpg)</div>“Excellent” he replied at the Halfling’s suggestion that he might be able to help him. “I will give you the details you require to set to work on the task in hand. Once you have what you need, I will take your advice and introduce myself to those people that you pointed out and see, as you claim, if they can indeed assist me in my quest.” <br><br>He smiled at the Halfling and then the Dwarf. “You have both been most helpful, so I will not rush and stay with you until I at least finish my ale and you have what you need from me of course.” So whilst drinking he proceeded to give information to the Halfling as and when required.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>17-08-2011, 23:23:22</strong>
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				&nbsp;<strong> Storm enjoying the bar</strong><br>Storm stiffed loudly and then coughed again bringing up blooded phlegm spittoon that she spat into to, she was pretty sure that the tavern owner would not be offended after all she was a true Princess not like any of these prissy little beauties that if one scratched the skin, the veneer they were fetid creatures. As is was Strorm was enjoying the company as she swigged her drink.<br><br>The veteran chuckled and started chatting, well rather more like telling dirty jokes and adding in a few stories about the high ups in the army and their ‘eccentricities’ and perversions. The truth be told she was pleased to find someone to chat to. Occasionally though Storm would ask about the weirdo’s that ‘Princess’ had to deal with, of course making a joke of it …even pointing out Maggot in that bunch.<br><br>Even as she spoke however Storm did remember they had a job to do and she kept her ears open for general gossip, whilst continuing the far more pleasant conversation with the orc. As well as enjoying the conversation it never hurt to be in the ‘good books’ with a tavern owner.<br><br><br>"Listen lav I mast offer yah a shot of some of me good staff...if yah know what I mean and the right mix if yah fancy makin' a flask or two...its good fer weapon cleanin' too. Fack me this staff takes the edge off yer day one of ve best fings I learned in the army..." There was another chuckle. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>19-08-2011, 19:26:49</strong>
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				Shiloh seems to blossom in the company of the halflings, but after a few drinks and a plate of food, she thanks them for their hospitality and listens to their tales.&nbsp; Seeming to be in no hurry, she rather opts to linger with them until thing begin to wind down.&nbsp; ((holding for others to catch up, or is there anyone else at the Princess from the party?))
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 16:36:31</strong>
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				<br><strong>Barbarian at the Bar</strong><br><br>The halfling nodded to Woem as he glanced between him and the drunken dwarf who was swaying slightly on his stool still clutching another patrons drink, the dwarves attention seamed to have drifted and he was now busy seemingly eyeing up the half orc host and barmaid as she chatted away with Storm.&nbsp; The halfling tried to offer an apologetic smile to Woem and spoke up so that he could be heard clearly. <em>“Sir I think it be best that we conclude this business elsewhere and in the morrow perhaps, he ain't going to remember anything much you tell him now and well I don't expect you is alone in this venture come by Forgar's Forge and we will set you up.”</em><br><br>The halfling grabbed at the dwarves belt and tugged at it until he glanced around <em>“Gunnfaaar!”</em> the halfling frowned and swiftly slapped him about the face, with a spit of swollen drink the dwarves face went bright red and he glared at the halfling before seeming to come into some awareness. <em>“Wha...wats up Gun?” </em>The halfling shook his head and sighed “We are leaving Forgar you have work to do.” The dwarf grinned slightly <em>“Ayeeee lad that I do....that I do....what is it again ?”</em> the halfling gritted his teeth and sneered at his dwarven friend.&nbsp; <em>“Jus kidding lad..kidding I ken what it was dun worry none.” </em>He chuckled slightly as he clambered to the floor and gave a glance to Woem. <em>“Was nice ta meet yer Woem, see yer soon I expect gud luck in tha pits if not.”</em>The pair waved and bowed respectfully to Woem before heading off. <br><br><hr><br><strong>Storm and Princess pub gossip</strong><br><br>&nbsp;Princess seamed quite glad to speak with Storm although she did not neglect her duties about the bar, but it showed how good a barkeep she was managing to handle both the bar and keep up conversation with Storm. <br><br><em>“I nat one fur tha lik ov iz services nah, can't beat tha real thing nun ov dis mental trickery an dreamz.”</em> She shook her head the matted blonde wig flailing about her cheeks and shoulders, pigtails braided and tied with god knows what stained with things one would dare to imagine. <em>“Pffft...dreamz..dey iz for nancies an soft beggars, dun lik der idea of it merself.” She shivered seemingly disturbed by the thought. “Still...good business can't argue wit dat, sum like it I suppose fancy magiks an stuff nat fer Princess.”&nbsp; </em><br><br>It was quite difficult to understand entirely what Princess was talking about at times since she seamed to change the topic of conversation rather randomly, it was almost as if she was partly carrying on conversations she had started with others about the bar. <br><br><em>“Yer I bet tha pair iz frum Hollowfaust awright, been ere abut a week naw dun know wat there buziness iz ere. Seen overs watchin em too, yer much attention on dem nobody dun nuthin yet.”</em><br><br><em>“Yep tha big fella Maggot tha call em...he fights in tha pits yer know, almust naked the Dwarf sayz sum sort ov honor thing or sumthin.&nbsp; Yer da say he iz lookin for sumthin, looking for some papers or sumthin seeks an audience wit a devil or sumthin, all kindz in ere ain't saying nuthin long az they got tha coin.”<br></em><br><em>“Tha Calzitans are lookin fur Lucy dey say she is a right ole bat apparently, think she is one of dem witches but good luck ter I say. Twice dey tried to come in ere cloze dis place down, parrently&nbsp; I iz inkoving riot an revolutionz daft feks.&nbsp; I aint involved in nuthin lik dat, jus elp out der little onez from time ter time let em use my storage an do em sum favorz, but dun know this Lucy dun know why so many people is lookin for er all of a sudden apparently she got some blokez key.&nbsp; Mus be some bloody key fur all dis trouble, dey say dat Lady of da Mask lookin too strange one er like dat mask of ers thou migh get merself one maybe itz tha new fashion maybe she jus like da night of tha mask.”<br></em><br><br><hr><br>In the time that Woem, Shiloh, Storm and Rhaella where in the tavern much occurred although little of any interest other than there own ventures, as Shiloh sat with the halflings however she was in prime position to note the departure of a pair she had spied upon earlier.&nbsp; It still seamed that they where a cause of attention to some and many eyes followed them as they went to leave, the halflings themselves also seamed to notice and took note of Shiloh's recognition. The fat halfling spoke up <em>“You know them Elf ? Risky move don't you think not many that tolerate them these days, whatever there doing here in Shelzar must be important to them.”</em><br><br>The male unmistakable Necromancer decked out in his Hollowfaustian garb, hat and scarf exited the tavern with his female companion in toe, moments latter a group of thug like men who had been watching and talking of them all evening excused themselves and moved of outside themselves.<br><br>A few moments later the masked figure that the Lady of the Mask had sent to accompany the group appeared in the tavern doorway, the appearance seamed noted by some but was swiftly forgotten although the fact the masked figure remained stood there waiting seamed to startle and linger with some.&nbsp; Now and then people glanced nervously over at the masked figure as it stood a silent vigil at the door glancing about the room for the Mistress employees . <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 19:54:10</strong>
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				Shiloh shakes her head to the fellows, watching the Hallowfaustians' departure.&nbsp; "I know them not... but you are right. Their business must be gravely important."&nbsp; She lifts her brow at the accidental pun, but opts not to elaborate.&nbsp; Spying their contact, she sighs softly.&nbsp; "Take care, friends.&nbsp; I am grateful for all you have done, and will do.&nbsp; I will see you again soon."&nbsp; She again gives a curt bow before bidding them good parting in whatever fashion they prefer, be it handshakes or waves or a tipped, empty flagon.<br><br>Making a path for the door, Shiloh tips her head at Woem, Storm, and anyone else she can identify as an ally.&nbsp; She makes eye contact-- eyes if they can be called as much-- with the masked one, but somehow shows little desire to linger in its company.&nbsp; She steps out the door to wait in the street, automatically looking around and listening keenly for any sign of where the necromancer and his companion may have gone.&nbsp; She'd managed to forget the two until it was too late-- well, <i>probably</i> too late.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>23-08-2011, 08:36:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/barbarian-stern-sternum.jpg)</div>Well, Weom thought. I think I have done something useful for the group. I think my work is done for the night. “Until the morrow then and thank you” Weom gestured as they left him to his ale. He then drank down his ale in one, whilst breathing through his nose. <br><br>As he slammed down the goblet, Weom caught something familiar in the corner of his eye. He was sure he knew who that was. As he turned his head to get a better look it was confirmed. It was indeed the one sent by his employer to accompany them on their little adventure. He stood from his bar stool and venture over to the person’s side. “Am I to assume that you have come to collected us?” he enquired. “If it is alright with you I will wait outside with my dog and horse as I am sure you will agree that it would be wise not to make the patrons of this fine establishment aware that I have not come here alone.” He then waited for some sign that he could leave and as he did he spotted Shiloh heading out. He tipped his head in reponse to her gesture and promptly follows.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mysterica</strong> on <strong>25-08-2011, 14:09:59</strong>
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				Rhaella and her encounters with the woman of her dreams continued thus for a time before, perhaps sooner than she would have liked, she left the room completely satisfied as she was able not only to taste, but to be tasted by such a beauty such as she.&nbsp; Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and thus Rhaella once more got dressed, thanked her company and made a mental note to come back here one day for another romp with this woman.&nbsp; Perhaps once more after this quest.<br><br>Once thoroughly dressed, she left the room to go searching for either the master or more preferably the mistress of the place to handle payments and ask them about the demon creature as had been suggested.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>25-08-2011, 15:22:42</strong>
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				<br><strong>Over at the Perfect Princess Tavern</strong><br><br>As Shiloh, Woem and the masked figure came out of the tavern they where greeted by the strangely eerie green glow of the pubs lanterns, and there several yards in the distance the flicker of torches and cries of an angry mob for all in the district to hear and see. Clearly this was more than a few thugs an ambush or sorts had likely been arranged, with a small group of what looked like local thugs and mercenaries surrounding the Necromancer and his female companion who stood on guard keeping herself between the encircling group and her charge. <br><br>The ringleader of the group brandished a worn club in his hand tapping it menacingly against his palm as he spoke up.<em> “Give it up heretic, we don't need yer alive but the pay will be all the sweeter if you are but the lads an I are sure to enjoy sending yer to your grave much the same.”</em>&nbsp; The group leered and jeered at the pair shouting insults and angry threatening cries, some laughing grimly at the situation.<br><br>The Necromancer glanced to his female friend and guard who's hands stood ready at her weapons awaiting her charges signal, he stared with a cold frown about the threatening group and sighed before raising his own voice to counter the ringleaders.<em> “I am no heretic no heathen, you are all of you blind and but sheep to another's cause.&nbsp; If you think to kill or capture me then so be it, you shall never take me or my companion alive we will never surrender to the likes of you.&nbsp; Death does not scare us, if the Grey King has marked us in his book for this day then so be it!”</em><br><br>The Necromancer's guard swiftly drew her short swords in response to her charges words standing between the circling group as they roared with anger and prepared to attack,&nbsp; each waiting for another to make the first move waiting for there ringleader to jeer them on.&nbsp; The ringleader laughed and smiled in a slightly sinister manner <em>“You heard em lads, lets send em on there way...kill em. both, the Inquisitor can find another ta question.”</em><br><br>As Shiloh and Weom witnessed the spectacle the masked figure looked on with them before glancing to them, the slightly feminine voice rang cold an uncaring as it posed a question to them yet it was prosed as if the answer where important to the masked figure.<em> “Do you plan to intervene in this matter ?”</em><br><br><hr><br><strong>Rhaella the quest concludes...?</strong><br><br>Rhaella did not have to search far to find the Master he appeared to be waiting for her when she exited the room, he greeted her with a grin and a twirl of his mustache before crossing his arms before her puffing himself up bold before her. <em>“So was it as good as I promised then Elf ? Was it everything you dreamed ? Id bet it was or I am not Arsuth Master of dreams merchant of pleasures.”&nbsp; </em> <br><br>Arsuth smiled down at her proudly and boldly confident of her answer he had little reason to doubt and rarely came across any who where disappointed with his trade, of course he was always looking for that challenge and chance that someone might disagree but given his stature and skill that was fairly unlikely. He glanced at Rhaella with questioning eyes and a friendly grin <em> “I get the sense there is something else you wish to discuss with me though Elf,&nbsp; what can Arsuth do for you now then ?”</em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mysterica</strong> on <strong>25-08-2011, 17:01:22</strong>
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				Rhaella was almost upset when she saw the 'master' waiting outside her room for her to finish, but not only did she not want to have to worry about having to track the man down, it was indeed his place of business and he needed to be sure the...&nbsp; wares weren't being mishandled.&nbsp; She listened to how he went on once again largely about how great both he and his establishment was, wondering slightly if the mistress was so proud of herself and verily agreed with what he said.<br><br>"Oh, yes.&nbsp; It was indeed quite the wonderful experience!&nbsp; She knows very well how to handle a woman, and certainly tastes divine!&nbsp; I will be sure to remember this place well and tell others about it."&nbsp; She smiled brightly before putting on a more businesslike face.&nbsp; "But as you guessed, I do have something to ask you...&nbsp; And that is simply if you know anything about...&nbsp; Well...&nbsp; This man."&nbsp; She said before reaching into her bag and pulling out the wanted sign for their target.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>25-08-2011, 17:15:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/barbarian-stern-sternum.jpg)</div> He watched with interest as the events before him unfolded. Always on the look out for a good fight and by the looks of things the odds were almost even, well in his mind anyway. <br><br>While he was being address, by the masked companion, or was it just before, Weom, pulled out his weapon of choice, his Maul of Titans. After waiting for her to finish, he responded. “What do you think?” he boomed, so that all in the vicinity could hear. “If a fight is what they want then a fight is what I will give them.” <br><br>He then turned to the others in his group and smiled a confident grin and questioned “Coming?”, as he began to pace towards the mob. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>25-08-2011, 18:16:43</strong>
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				Shiloh gives a sidelong glance at the masked figure, wondering for a moment if she-- or it-- has any emotion regarding what is about to transpire.&nbsp; Without hesitation, she makes her way to the mob and begins to push her way to the center of it.&nbsp; The elf is easily half the size of much of this mob, but she wastes no time in picking her way through to the assaulted parties-- she heads straight to position herself, back towards the necromancer and his companion.<br><br>If she reaches them in time, she will step out of her rope sandals to stand barefoot before them, facing the crowd.&nbsp; If not, she will move to intercept the most aggressive of the assailants.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>28-08-2011, 15:15:36</strong>
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				<br><strong>Rhaella new questions</strong><br><br>The self proclaimed Master of Dreams grinned all the more at Rhaella's praise and nodded gesturing for her to continue as she moved on to the other topic,&nbsp; He eyed her as she pulled out a wanted sign and the grin slipped from his face. He reached out and took the poster from her and studied it for a moment as glanced between it and her whilst stroking his moustache with one hand, <em>“I know something about this one yes, although few call him a man he is a bat devil one of the titanspawn races. What do you want with him then dear ?” </em><br><br><hr><br><strong>Trouble outside the Perfect Princess</strong><br><br>The masked figure followed with Woem and Shiloh with a simple nod and cold hollow statement <em>“As you wish”</em>, as the three rushed to aide the Hollowfaust necromancer and his guard the rabble was taken back with surprise things where starting to look less favourable. The gang of thugs and mercenaries faltered and fell back slightly glancing to one another and there ringleader who scowled at the turn of circumstance, the necromancer glanced around at his new ally slightly surprised his female guardian eyed them ever suspicious.&nbsp; The necromancer spoke in a grave tone just loud enough for Woem and Shiloh to hear “I thank you friends, but I understand not why you risk your lives for I.”&nbsp; <br><br>The masked figure stood with Woem, Shiloh and the guardian before the necromancer in a stance that betrayed intent, with hands at the ready to draw forth a weapon and attack gazing about at the gathered thugs. The ringleader snarled and brandished his club at the newcomers pointing threateningly at each of them <em>“Why do you interfere in this ! What does one of the masked care for such scum ? This man is marked for death, do you wish to join him ?” <br></em><br>The Necromancer frowned slightly and steadied himself against his staff before offering his own words to the gathered crowd. <em>“Your mark matters not to me, I shall defend myself if necessary but I would much rather pass and be on my way.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br></em><br>The crowd of thugs and mercenaries seamed much less confident and eager to attack now, there number even seamed to have dwindled slightly as a few of the mob skulked of while there ringleader was distracted with events. They jeered and shouted angrily and the necromancer and the new arrivals, questioning there place there the addition of Woem, Shiloh and the masked figured defiantly seamed to have unhinged and shaken the morale of the group. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>28-08-2011, 15:51:31</strong>
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				Barefoot now, Shiloh is dwarfed by Woem's stature, but shows every bit as much confidence as the massive pit-fighter as she steps up to the ringleader.&nbsp; Her wild eyes are glimmering with scarcely-contained fury, and her slender hands hang loose, but at the ready, as if desperate to take action.&nbsp; Her adrenaline courses and her pulse thrums at the thought of this man's glee... the cruel satisfaction on his face as he sets the crowd upon an old man and his guard... the boasting he would bellow over ales as he recounted the old man's lynching, the bold guard's violation.&nbsp; Oh, she had imagined it a thousand times for her brothers at the monastery... she desn't know if it's that anger, or something new, that drives her to this.<br><br>Closing the distance to the rabble's intrepid leader, she juts out her chin as if daring him to act.&nbsp; He's trapped, now-- he can't back down or he'll lose face in front of his drinking buddies.&nbsp; His conviction will be questioned, and he'll lose their respect.&nbsp; This long-eared girl doesn't even carry a weapon.<br><br>"If you leave now," she says loudly enough for the others to hear, "you will not be harmed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>28-08-2011, 21:55:51</strong>
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				This was all most interesting information, Storm though she had been drinking a lot, did not have such an addled brain as she might pretend, of course she was no intellectual genius but she had enough where with all to filter certain things out.She had to work out what the orc woman was talking about and who, bur also to tread carefully with questions after all the veteran knew very well not to be too direct.<br><br>“Me I aint partial to them magic baggers, never met a good one, bat ven wif yer devil dodgers and vem vat don’t know what ve term fire in ve ‘ole means ya can see wot I mean. Me I jast try ta keep away and am careful. ‘oo knows wot vey can do.” She carried on chatting giving a little away but never too much.<br><br>The woman continued mentioning ‘maggot’ just for a giggle suggesting that she had heard that even if his bits were small his brain was even smaller.<br><br>However there was interest in the mask was piqued and thus Storm continued. “You need a fackin’ mask, blaady ‘ell you are lavely a whole lot better van the ones that fink vey ‘ave<em> it.</em>” Storm laughed then, “Fack me if I was celebate I’d ‘ave blaady snogged ya meself.” <br><br>At some the woman knew she would have to join the others but another drink or two would not hurt.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>30-08-2011, 08:49:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/barbarian-stern-sternum.jpg)</div>Not that she needed it, but Weom echoed Shiloh’s stance. As he spoke the aggression and volume increased until his final sentence boomed forth as if to shake the foundations around him. “Leave now or I will remove the head that speaks of such threatening words and by a head I mean yours. I assume that you have heard how difficult it is to talk when the head is rolling down the road with the body laying on the cobbles with blood pissing out of the neck. So say one more word, I dare you. As I have a weapon here that loves to remove heads from necks.” <br><br>To relieve his aggression, he pounded the handle of his weapon onto the cobbles which sent a shockwave through his body allowing his thick muscles to ripple and swell before finally going silence to see what his adversary would do next.&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mysterica</strong> on <strong>30-08-2011, 09:16:02</strong>
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				Rhaella was much more fond of the man when he seemed to take this a bit more seriously once he knew what she wanted to know.&nbsp; She didn't much know if she cared for the man, but she had come here in search of information and had wasted enough time as it was.&nbsp; "Well...&nbsp; I am looking for information concerning him because I have been hired to...&nbsp; Relieve him of something he stole from my employer.&nbsp; Of course to do thos I have to know where he can be found, as well as any other information you may be willing to give me.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>30-08-2011, 17:51:05</strong>
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				<br><strong>Fear and cowardice wins over outside the Perfect Princess</strong><br><br>Confronted with both Shiloh and Weom's intimidating presence and distinctly aware of the meaning of the masked figures presence the ringleaders nerve was visibly shaken, he fought to contain his nerves and steady himself against the fear of what may come of the encounter and what he may loose if he runs.&nbsp; The Necromancer fixed him with a cold glare and a slight crease of a smile upon his lips knowing that things had turned in his favor now,&nbsp; he could sense the fear of the crowd there hate turning to terror for there own fate. <br><br>And then more among the group begun to turn from there intent to there self preserving instincts, many of them took Shiloh's words as the sign to leave and those that did not where soon joined by more after Weom's threat. The ringleader's face was red with furry and he twitched and seethed as he tried to come to terms with the situation and figure out a way to turn things to his advantage, but there seamed no possible way to overcome these odds the mob was dispersing and he had lost control and no doubt respect. He was trapped whatever he did he knew this but he planed to escape with his life, not so willing to throw it away for another cause or for his respect that could be reinforced later.&nbsp; He turned to the few loyal and brave men who had stuck by him and remained and shook his head as he slowly begun to back off, his eyes never left them as he and his men slowly withdrew. <br><br>The Necromancer relaxed and leaned upon his staff for support glancing to his female guardian and the others in turn with a respectful nod. <em>“At ease Iodali they shall not be back this night.”</em> He glanced to his rescuers once more and made a sweeping gesture between his chest and Iodali the female guardian. <em>“I am Gemedes of Hollowfaust, this is my faithful companion Iodali of the unfailing our thanks are owed to you I think.” </em> Iodali bowed slightly before them and offered up a twinge of a smile. <em>“Thank you strangers your assistance was most timely and welcome.” </em><br><br><hr><br><strong>Storm and Princess at the bar</strong><br><br>The half orc woman seamed slightly enamored by Storm's comments it was slightly disturbing to see her slightly flustered and blushing, the lustful glint in her eye was not so comforting either.&nbsp; About the bar a few of the patrons glanced to Storm as if she was crazed or suicidal while a few more laughed and pointed at “Princess”.&nbsp; Princess turned from Storm moving over to one of the barrels behind her and filling a flagon with a frothy mixture, she turned back and sat it down before Storm with a slight pout and flutter of her thick eyelashes which looked distinctly like they had been enhanced by the addition of others. <em>“Princess dun lik dem neither, but I lik yer ya got a look abut yer tha yer knowz wats goin on. Yer talks som sense too..yer welcome in ere weneva yer lik and Princess be glad ta have yer.” </em><br><br><hr><br><strong><br>Rhealla and Arsuth<br></strong><br>Arsuth listened to Rhaella as he glanced about to make sure there was nobody paying to much attention to them, satisfied he lowered himself slightly so that he was not peering down upon Rhaella and could speak more personally to her. His tone became more quite and serious “<em>I see well that would make sense of course, you seek the Key no doubt and you say it was stolen from your employer ?”</em> He paused for a moment of thought as he toyed with his mustache <em>“I have heard of this&nbsp; Key and from whence it was stolen, I have had requests for information and retrieval of it before I do not think you are the only one seeking it Elf.&nbsp; Are you sure that this key belongs to your employer ? I do not think I can help you acquire it but I can tell you of those who are interested in it, and perhaps find out where Luficent is for you for a price of course.”</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>01-09-2011, 06:03:26</strong>
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				The elven woman dips her head in a gesture more pronounced than a simple nod.&nbsp; She meets the man's eyes, then studies his companion.&nbsp; "Shiloh," she says softly, then glances over at her companions.&nbsp; "Woem... ah, someone."&nbsp; She shrugs apologetically at the big man, her angular eyes dancing with a mixture of relief and embarrassment.&nbsp; "You're a long way from home, both of you."&nbsp; Stepping back into her sandals, the willowy elf shrugs toward the street.&nbsp; "We should talk elsewhere... if you do not object..?"&nbsp; at this, she casts up her eyes to Woem, as if asking him permission.&nbsp; It might strike him that, unlike so many elves, this one still carries the uncertainty of youth.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>01-09-2011, 08:16:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/barbarian-stern-sternum.jpg)</div>Seeing his words and indeed Shiloh’s too had the desired effect, Weom watched as the crowd dispersed. In time so too did the big mouth who had brought Weom to the task in hand. <br><br>He listened as the Necromancer addressed his guardian and then turned his attentions to Weom and Shiloh. Once Shiloh had introduced herself and indeed him too, he spoke to the Necromancer. “Weom Whiteclaw of Albadian at your service, Gemedes of Hollowfaust.” He then turned his head to talk to Shiloh. He smiled at the elf as he spoke “Good idea Shiloh, you can lead the way if you wish?” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2011, 02:22:42</strong>
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				<br><strong>The Necromancer and the Unfailing </strong><br><br>The Necromancer glanced between Shiloh, Weom and the masked figure upon whom his gaze seamed to linger for a moment, he nodded and looked back to Shiloh as he answered her his female companion and guardian seamed anxious and on guard. <em>“That we are, but I have a home here also perhaps you will accompany us to our abode and we can talk it is the very least that I owe for your kindly intervention.” </em><br><br>The female guardian finally sheathed her weapons and looked back to her ward bowing her head slightly, she spoke softly with a air of caution to her voice <em>“We should hurry...they may think to return in time.” <br></em><br>The Necromancer nodded and looked back to Weom offering a slight bow as he supported his gaunt frame with his staff. <em>“A pleasure to meet you all I am sure, well then come along it is not far unless you would prefer to talk elsewhere ?”&nbsp; &nbsp; <br></em><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>03-09-2011, 03:57:36</strong>
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				Shiloh glances up at Woem, feeling far more secure in visiting a strange necromancer's home with him along for the ride.&nbsp; She meets Gemedes' eyes again and nods.&nbsp; "Lead the way, please."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>03-09-2011, 11:12:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/barbarian-stern-sternum.jpg)</div>Thinking that perhaps the fools might return in force, Weom nodded to the Necromancer to suggest that he agreed. <br><br>When the conversation shifted to moving the discussion to another location, that of the Necromancer’s, Weom spoke, regarding the suggestion, after Shiloh proposed that their new friend lead the way. “Yes please do as, like you have suggested, they might return and as much as I am sure that we could handle it, it would be unnecessary bloodshed, so yes, as my Shiloh suggested, please lead the way.” He looked to Shiloh as he mentioned her name and smiled warmly while he waited to see in what direction the Necromancer would walk.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2011, 15:02:39</strong>
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				<strong>The abode of the Necromancer<br></strong><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i53.tinypic.com/2217oz.jpg)</div><br>Bowing his head the Necromancer turned and continued on his way his guardian following suite, he paused for a moment to remark with a look over his shoulder. <em>“Come then this way, it is not far and it is not much but it is a home in this sinful place.”</em> He chuckled to himself as he walked on at the irony of the Inquisitors and gangs of thugs that dared to call him a heretic even here in the City of Sin's itself. <br><br>It was not a long journey a few minutes at the most and as the Necromancer had said it was not much, not much to look at all a dilapidated house that looked like it had seen much neglect and ruin over the years. But it was a shelter and a home to the Necromancer and given the run in with the thugs it was easy to imagine why such a place may make sense as a home, his female friend and companion opened the chained and padlocked door before pushing it aside with a creak for her ward. He bowed his head to avoid the low ceiling and beams as he headed in muttering a few divine&nbsp; prayers for light as he moved deeper into the abode, spark of shimmering light illuminating the room in a gloomy light which cast flickering shadows over all. The female companion waited for all to enter the masked figure seeming inclined to remain outside, with a slightly suspicious glance to the masked figure the woman closed the door and turned to the room. <br><br>The Necromancer beckoned them deeper into his abode holding up his staff to light the way along a narrow dusty cobwebbed corridor, the whole front of the house was filled with broken wood and junk. This gave the impression that nobody lived or had lived here for years although a trained eye could spot that this was likely arranged to appear as such, leading them into the back of the house he tapped upon a sturdy iron bound door with his stuff and muttered strange words beneath his breath.&nbsp; The door creaked and opened inwards revealing a more well lit room decorated in a rather macabre and grim fashion, small alcoves all about the wall contained skulls and other bones ever burning candles and offerings mixed amongst them. The room was decorated further with a banner of the city state of Hollowfaust and alter and statue of the Grey King Nemorga, the room itself&nbsp; held several book cases a large table and several chairs.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Ushering them into the room and to take a seat and make themselves comfortable the Necromancer waved his guardian away, <em>“I shall not be needing your protection here Iodali, get some rest.”</em> She nodded to her ward bowed slightly before moving of to leave her ward to his own affairs, The Necromancer turned to Shiloh and Woem and moved take take a seat in out of the high backed chairs, <em>“Please sit and be comfortable, and if you require anything just ask you have my thanks and hospitality what I can offer you I shall for your kindness. Now then you wished to talk with me, was our encounter not so much chance then ?” </em> <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>03-09-2011, 16:40:12</strong>
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				Shiloh takes her time following the Necromancer and his guardian, glancing up once at the shadowy masked woman as they part ways at the threshold.&nbsp; At this, she gives a glance up at Woem, and in her eyes the usual detachment mingles with a spark of anxious fear-- the monk has, most certainly, encountered death magic before, and has seemed all but fearless against any number of powerful foes.&nbsp; But clearly, something about the place itself is plucking at threads in her heart, working at the already frayed control she displays.&nbsp; Oddly, she reaches for Woem's arm at one point, gripping him between wrist and elbow, and squeezes gently, as if reminding herself that he is tangible.&nbsp; She calms a bit after that, and continues as if little has transpired.<br><br>When they reach the sitting room, Shiloh nods in appreciation and sits, eyes flitting around the room, before fixing them on the Hallowfaustian's.&nbsp; "More chance than you might think, Gemedes."&nbsp; She tilts her face and studies him.&nbsp; "We have other concerns in the city... but for a Hallowfaustian of your order to be out in the city's brothel district by night?&nbsp; Your business must have been of great importance.&nbsp; Indeed... all of this?&nbsp; It looks as though you have long-term plans for this city."<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Sabriel-- I put some skill checks here... knowledge (religion) 8, k (arcana) 21, Perception 26, Sense motive 21</div><div class="spoiler_body">31105&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noone or Anyone&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2011-09-03 09:36:18&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2011-09-03 09:36:18, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 21 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=31105)<br>31104&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noone or Anyone&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2011-09-03 09:29:25&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2011-09-03 09:29:25, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a16 Result: 26 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=31104)<br>31103&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noone or Anyone&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2011-09-03 09:29:13&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2011-09-03 09:29:13, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 21 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=31103)<br>31102&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noone or Anyone&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2011-09-03 09:28:52&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2011-09-03 09:28:52, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 8 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=31102)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mysterica</strong> on <strong>03-09-2011, 21:38:52</strong>
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				Rhaella's interest seemed caught for once when speaking with the man as he continued to speak obviously knowing something if he was speaking so directly about the Key.&nbsp; When he finished speaking, she said "Well then...&nbsp; Sounds like you can help me.&nbsp; Weather or not the Key belonged to my employer or not is none of my concern, only that I retrieved it, and I don't believe I need any help actually accomplishing that besides that which I already have, but information is always helpful!&nbsp; Shall we go somewhere more private and discuss your fees and relay information?&nbsp; We also need to take care of my current debt as well after all if nothing else."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>04-09-2011, 15:36:51</strong>
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				<strong>The Necromancer's Abode</strong><br><br>The masked figure peered back as blankly at it Shiloh as it had done when first she encountered it and met it's gaze, those hollow eyes peering out unblinking unphased seemingly indifferent to all they perceived. But there was recognition the figure nodded in recognition of awareness and spoke once more in a plain tone. <em>“I shall remain here until you are ready to resume the Lady of the Mask's&nbsp; task, should you need me make the need known.”</em><br><br>Once inside the slightly macabre room Gemedes smiled slightly to both of them while he sat up in his chair hands placed in plain sight upon the rests of the chair, he smiled more at Shiloh's words and listened to her questions intently waiting for her to finish before he spoke himself. <em>“Yes I expect so, you are working for the Lady of the Mask I presume ? That is one of her unusual associates outside rarely seen without her or those affiliated to her cause.”</em> He moved his hands slowly bringing his hands to a steeple before him nodding to himself.<em> “Well as you can see I live in this district, and the Perfect Princess as it is called is one place where I might find refuge and more open minds. Why I am here in this district however is purely circumstance not choice, I came to Shelzar for several reasons I was upon a pilgrimage to begin and in search of someone. But my search has been in vain but this city offers much for one such as I and requires much from me and the Grey King. I doubt my plans would be of much interest to you, I serve my lord and put an end to the services that some make with the dead as well as to be sure that proper rites are overseen. My plan shall only be as long as the Grey King gives me years to do them too, he has not seen fit to mark me in his book yet but my time is near I suspect.”</em><br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>System/OCC</strong></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Knowledge (Religion) roll: failed<br><br><strong>Basic info anyone with at least 1 rank Knowledge (Religion) would know.<br></strong><br>Nemorga known as the Grey King is the god or rumoured demigod of death, he is the gatekeeper, the executioner the god who guards the gates to the underworld. The god of deaths that must be, and the deaths that simply are, he is the shepherd that guides each errant soul to the destination it has earned. Most priests invoke Nemorga in funeral rites and it is not at all uncommon for the sick, dying or the relatives to pray to him for release and an end to suffering. <br><br>The holy symbol of Nemorga is a closed book with a sheathed sword closed in it, bookmark style.<br><br><strong>The statue of Nemorga</strong><br>The statue in the room depicts the grey king, as a tall man chiselled in stone garbed in heavy hooded robes, with a mask concealing his features. He holds a weighty book before him and a scabbarded sword at his side.<br><br><strong>Knowledge (Arcarna) roll: Success<br></strong><br>Within the room the are several magical sources of divine origin, markings about the room suggest divine spellcasting&nbsp; has been regularly performed in ritual fashion. Many of the candles within the room are enchanted to burn without end, the alter and statues serve as a divine focus and markings suggest that the area is blessed and touched by the divine as is hallowed ground. <br><br><strong>Perception roll: Success</strong><br><br>There is nothing untoward within the room, the Necromancer does not appear to be hiding anything.<br><br><strong>Sense Motive roll: Success</strong><br><br>Germedes is at present seeming to be an honest man he seams to speak his mind and has no intent to hide his purpose, from his manner and his abode it is quite clear he is open with who he is. He does seam rather curious and genuinely interested in Shiloh and Weom, he is relaxed and does not appear to feel worried or unwelcoming of the questions or there company.</div></div><br><hr><br><strong><br>Rhaella and Arsuth</strong><br><br>Arsuth nodded and moved away from the wall gesturing to the room which she had previously been in, <em>“Here will do I believe.”</em> He opened the door heading inside the now empty room the girl seemingly having either vanished or departed while Rhaella was speaking with Arsuth. Once inside Arsuth closed the door softly behind them and glanced to Rhaella <em>“Lets settle the matter of payment first, and then you can ask me your questions of the key. I shall assist you in perhaps locating Luficent as well if the terms are agreeable to me, the bat is not someone I would cross without a fair few coins or goods or information of equal worth.”</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>04-09-2011, 17:35:12</strong>
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				Shiloh leans forward, her eyes narrowed as she studies the necromancer.&nbsp; "So... you were almost killed by a mob tonight, simply because they don't understand your cause..?&nbsp; They think you're... what, raising the dead?&nbsp; But you say you put them to rest instead."&nbsp; She seems a little saddened by that, but nods in affirmation and understanding.&nbsp; "That's terrible... I respect that you have persevered."<br><br>She pauses for a moment, the continues after adjusting her stance.&nbsp; She ties to catch Woem's eye, to give a subtle nod, confirming that-- if her instincts serve correctly, the man speaks the truth.&nbsp; She sits with her legs together but, unlike other women of the city, doesn't cross them.&nbsp; Instead, after a few moments, she slips her feet from her rope sandals and draws her legs up under her in the chair beneath her.&nbsp; She continues addressing Gemedes as before.&nbsp; "You must understand that there are people in Shelzar, as elsewhere.&nbsp; They could use an ally like your nation... I respect that your mission is not political, but... surely there must be something you can do.&nbsp; Who was it you came here seeking in the first place?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>04-09-2011, 19:47:55</strong>
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				<strong>The Necromancer's Abode</strong><br><br>Gemedes nodded solemnly and sighed slightly<em> “I am afraid that is not that they do not understand Shiloh, it is that they simply wish to believe otherwise, the Necromancer's of Hollowfaust have always sought to spread understanding of our ways those that travel forth from the city are supposed to set example. And a fine example and record we had in days gone by, but these are dark times wars are brewing people loose faith in the gods they bicker amongst themselves they shun magic and point the finger of blame at whatever they may. I understand why they target me and I accept it as part of our way of life, few understand the traditions of our city and orders even the faith of the Grey King.”</em> He glanced down at his withered wrinkled old hands for a moment before looking back to Shiloh forcing a smile.<em> “The city of Hollowfaust is a city of survivors, the Necromancer's who rule it do not seek to rule the populace but to protect and run the city so all can live there. If not for the dead the city would have fallen, but whatever you may hear or have heard about our practice of Necromancy I would suspect it tainted and false. There are those who would ally with us perhaps but there are far more it would seam who wish to conquer and destroy, the Black Dragon amongst others has long had his eye on us.”</em><br><br>He went silent and glanced to the statue of the Grey King for a moment before speaking once again <em>“I came here seeking one of the Necromancer's of our city, she was once a notable initiate of arcane talent and the guilds of the city and the council itself had great hopes for her. She gained certain responsibilities within the city, but when unrest and siege begun she became distant and troubled she spoke of darkness and ruin she became obsessed with protecting the city its people and our way of life. She confessed to me of her concern of the faiths of others and the growing mood opposed to magic and different faiths, she sought answers but I could give her none. I heard rumour that she had left the city to travel and find answers, but I soon came to fear that she had become a victim of the Inquisition. I fear that she is lost to us an no longer clings to life, it is a shame she showed great promise and survival but if death did claim her I am sure that she welcomed it with a smile.” </em>Gemedes waved his hand in dismissal of his talk of the woman <em>“Sorry It has been some years since I thought upon her, I shall speak of it no more.”<br></em> He glanced between Shiloh and Weom <em>"Would you care for something to wet your tongues ? It is been to long since I had guests I forget my manners."<br></em><br><br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 00:35:31</strong>
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				Shiloh nods at his assessment, her mouth tight and grim.&nbsp; "Your hospitality is appreciated, sir...&nbsp; but..." she turns her eyes to regard Woem, silently checking to see his assessment, to learn if there is more he feels a need to address.&nbsp; Having discerned no ulterior motive for this man, the monk's concern is only for the safety of a man who, from all appearances, is devoid of ill intention.<br><br>If Woem has any further questions, she will follow his lead.&nbsp; If not, she will make their farewells.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 16:11:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/barbarian-stern-sternum.jpg)</div> Weom accepts Shiloh as she takes his arm. He kept his eyes on her when he was not looking at the skulls on the wall. He sits next to her in the room and once comfortable his attentions, when not on Shiloh, moved to the Host. He listened to Shiloh as she addressed him. When asked by the Necromancer if they worked for the Lady in the Mask, he nodded politely. Intrigued by the Necromancer explanations, Weom started to devise a question. However, and luckily for him, Shiloh asked a similar question for him. She seemed quicker than he at such things so he stayed quiet for now. He smiled at Shiloh but was not sure if she noticed.&nbsp; He became distracted by Shiloh once again when she removed her footwear and repositioned herself, but was soon put back on task when she addressed the Necromancer once again. His eyes softly focused on her as she did this until the Necromancer responded. He turned back to the Necromancer for a moment and once again began to formulate his thoughts. The subject soon moved on, but Weom wanted to help him to find his friend, so he waited for him to finish talking and offer him and Shiloh refreshment before finally sharing his thoughts. <br><br>He turned briefly to the Necromancer and began to speak “I have nothing to add, as such, as Shiloh seems to have covered anything that I had considered.” He paused for a moment as he turned to Shiloh “Not that I mind of course. I’m afraid my mind is not as it used to be.” He smiled warmly to her to confirm that he did not mind in any way, before addressing the Necromancer yet again. “I would be more than willing, if the subject were to return to your friend, at some point, to assist you in finding her but for now I think liquid refreshment is required. Please feel free to join us as I think it is time to return to the inn. As Shiloh as already said, I thank you very much for your hospitality.” He smiled at the Necromancer and then seeing that Shiloh eyes were on him, stood from his chair and turned to her again trying to show his softer more approachable side. Not that easy for a man of his size, that was for sure. “Shall we return to the inn?” He moved his hand towards her so that if she chose to she could take it so that he could assist her up from her chair. Could it be that he liked being in her company?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mysterica</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 21:25:31</strong>
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				"Very well then" Rhaella said, and followed her host back inside the room to finds her earlier partner nowhere to be found.&nbsp; She tried not to worry about that though.&nbsp; She had bigger fish to fry than a disappearing whore.&nbsp; "Now...&nbsp; If you will just tell me what I already owe you, I will take care of that, then pay you for whatever information you are willing to give me.&nbsp; My companions are likely waiting for me after all to discuss what we have learned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>06-09-2011, 04:27:25</strong>
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				<br><br><strong>Gifts for departure </strong><br><br>Gemedes listened as Weom spoke his eyes watching both him and Shiloh as he considered there presence and timely arrival, the smile grew upon his face at Weom's words and his offer he waved his hand and shook his head solemnly.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>“No no I think you have done enough for me, and I sense that you have a task of your own to perform.&nbsp; But I thank you for the offer and well I would appreciate any information if you ever encounter such, feel free to visit upon me again and perhaps I can tell you more tales of the past or my travels.” </em>He slid slowly forward in his chair and pushed himself up with the aide of the arm rests so that he could stand before them. <em>“I think I have had enough of the Inn for tonight, I shall stay clear of it for a time until memories have had time to settle. I have something for you however...before you go...a gift...let me find it.” </em>He moved slowly away from his chair and begun rifling through his possessions clearly looking for something, <em>“It is here somewhere, I believe it will be of use to you ahh in here perhaps...yes..here.”</em> He picked up a small wooden casket and blew of some cobweb and dust, turning to face Shiloh and Weom and opening it up before them. Inside the box was a string with four round bone beads upon it each inscribed with a single word in ancient Ledean script, <em>“These beads will be of some use to you I am sure, they are a creation of Hollowfaust used to keep the peace without the need for violence or destructive spellcraft.&nbsp; They would be quite valuable here in Shelzar too I am sure, as they are rare outside our city.”<br></em><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>Item gained</strong><br><br><em>String of 4 Bone Beads</em></div></div><br><br><strong>Rhaella payment and information</strong><br><br><em>“You pay whatever you think it was worth my dear, within reason of course it would be unwise to offend me and my services.” </em>He grinned at her <em>“I know you have the means to pay me and I only wish what you can afford and wish to offer, as for the information that will cost a little more say 500 ordu but for that it would be better that you return to me tomorrow. Then I can&nbsp; provide more accurate information as to the whereabouts of the bat.”</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>06-09-2011, 09:05:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/barbarian-stern-sternum.jpg)</div>Interested in seeing if Shiloh would ask what significance the beads had, Weom turned to her after Gemedes had spoken to them both and offered the gift. With a smile he asked her “They are yours if you would like them if not I would be happy to carry them for you.” A moment later he confirmed to Gemedes “If I hear anything regarding your predicament I will send word or come to you in person I promise you that, but you are right we do have another task that needs to be addressed." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mysterica</strong> on <strong>06-09-2011, 09:19:33</strong>
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				Rhaella thought about just how much to pay the man for the services she had received for a moment before pulling out two hundred gold and handing it to the man.&nbsp; "I hope that is a sufficient offer for this...&nbsp; After all, if I were not in a hurry as I must be I would have taken my time with her.". She smiled at this before adding, "As for the information...&nbsp; I am willing to pay no more than one fifth of that today simply out of my worries that my companions wish to set off right away rather than wait until tomorrow.&nbsp; Does that sound fair?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>07-09-2011, 04:55:12</strong>
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				Shiloh nods in thanks.&nbsp; "I, too," she adds to Woem's explanation, then smiles faintly and turns for the door.&nbsp; Rather than finding the setting unnerving, she's eerily comforted by the macabre ambiance of the Hallowfaustian's home.&nbsp; Yet, still, she feels the tug of curiosity... it's not fright at the iconography of death-- no, it's rather that the spirits of this place remind her a bit too much of home.&nbsp; The necromancer, if he speaks true, is dedicated to the manipulation of the living soul after its body is dead, or else the animation of the dead set to use or to peace.&nbsp; It says nothing of the spirit... of the ghosts she herself has consumed, that still claw at her from each shadow as if sensing a kinship, or release, in being consumed.<br><br>The monk turns once more at the door and bows smoothly to the man before heading into the street beyond.&nbsp; She locks eyes with the woman of the mask and, after considering her for a moment, is assured that the masked being is not, in fact, a hallucination.&nbsp; She sighs gently.&nbsp; "Please report that I've made arrangements to meet with the bat," she tells the figure, "at the Princess, and soon, I will have more information."&nbsp; She turns to Woem, wondering if he has anything to report, or if he-- like her-- is anxious to get out of the street of ghosts and thugs and get someplace quiet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>07-09-2011, 08:51:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/barbarian-stern-sternum.jpg)</div>After nodding to the host, Weom followed Shiloh out into the street. He watched her as she spoke to the masked woman. When she had finished, he commented. “Shall we all return to the Princess as this place is not exactly my choice for a holiday destination.” He chuckled to himself at his little joke, before repostioning his massive bulk in the direction of the inn. "You can take my arm if you would like, Shiloh." He smiled to her as he said this.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 13:23:18</strong>
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				<strong>Storm still drinking</strong><br><br>Storm was certainly not worried by ‘Princess’ in fact it was almost rather gratifying. Perhaps the woman was drunk but it had been a hell of a long time since she had made anyone blush, actually she had but not in this way. As it was the veteran seriously did enjoy her company, she was a whole lot more interesting that maggot with a brain the size of one and the usual ‘adventurers’ that hung about in bars bragging or blinking their beautiful eyes. Patting the orcs knee Storm grinned, knowing she was hardly a looker either now “Cam on lav ‘ave annaver drink wif me, I like good campany.” It seemed maggot had lost himself up the monks arse somewhere, or had wandered into a wall… his head was thick enough.<br><br>Storm thought she might look for the others at some point, but the booze and the company was good and she had found a few snippets of gossip and frankly that was far more enticing than the thought of wandering the streets.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/5-Sigourney-Weaver-Alien-3.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 13:57:12</strong>
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				<strong>Rhaella and Arsuth</strong><br><br>Arsuth took the gold glanced at it for a brief moment before pouring it into a pouch at his belt, <em>“That is just fine Elf, and I am sure that when you have more time you will be welcome to return she will not be going anywhere soon.” </em> He listens to her offer and grins slightly as he chuckled a little “<em>You are a smart on Elf and I agree to your wishes, pay what you will now and I shall expect the rest if we meet again, I shall expect it however regardless of if you still wish the information or not getting such is a task and risk in itself.”</em> Arsuth waited for her to agree or disagree and once business was done he bowed to her and departed the room.<br><br><hr><br><strong>The meeting in the Perfect Princess </strong><br><br>Nurthan had spent his time talking among the destitute of the south docks, in that time he had uncovered many rumours and&nbsp; tit bits of information not all of it seemingly concerning the Bat devil known as Luficent.&nbsp; But he had found a more talkative and reliable source of information an old man wise to the street and intimately aware of many of the comings and goings within the city of Sin, he had confirmed with Nurthan many places the bat was likely to hang out and make a home it seamed like the destitute he many not keep a permanent residence. Although it was suspected he had some sort of lair in the undercity where he may retreat and keep his ill gotten gains, the undercity was one such place the old man believe he may run if forced to do so and then there was of course the deserts themselves Luficent would have no qualms in fleeing to escape it seamed.&nbsp; As the night grew late however the old man and the destitute had begun to leave the streets and head for there make shift homes or find shelter, it was dangerous to remain outside at to long these days at night it seamed and few where willing to risk it. <br><br>Shiloh and Weom where on there way back to the tavern from there short stay at the Necromancer's abode, the masked companion departed to do as Shiloh asked it with the promise that it would meet back with them outside the tavern or find them if they leave.&nbsp; The pair had both gathered different sorts of information Shiloh from the halflings who apparently Luficent worked for at times and Weom from the drunken dwarf who could perhaps provide information or useful services, even a gift had been acquired from the Necromancer although it's nature was not entirely apparent or known. <br><br>Rhaella and Storm had never left the establishment both busy with the entertainment on offer within the tavern and garnering information from those present, Storm had heard many rumours while at the bar and firmly acquainted herself with the tavern owner who was eagerly sharing drinks with her now. Rhaella had spoke with the man who called himself Master Arsuth and from him arranged for information concerning the key and Luficent. <br><br>Together they had gather many pieces of information, fact and rumours which together they might puzzle and fit together into a plan of action, to move forward and now capture or meet with the bat plans needed to be made and the group it seamed was now ready to meet back up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 00:42:06</strong>
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				Shiloh nods at Weom's offer to take his arm, doing an understated double-take between him and the road at first.&nbsp; She's <i>seen</i> women do this when being escorted around town, and likely no one would attempt to mug or rob someone like him and his companions in the <i>first</i> place, so it's not like she can use that as an excuse... so, unable to try to pass it off as a purely casual gesture, the dirty-blond elf girl flushes a bit and smiles shyly away as she takes his arm.&nbsp; Though no weakling, the elf's wiry arm is dwarfed by the bull-like man's... though she seems at first hesitant, like one trying awkwardly to learn a dance, she is eventually more receptive and, well, rather enjoys it.&nbsp; "They were fawning over you at the Princess, I saw..." she says.&nbsp; "Does that grow tiring?"<br>((can continue elsewhere or pick this up later if you like))<br>*<br>At the Princess, Shiloh re-enters with Weom and looks to find the others... when she joins them, she shares her findings about the rebellion and advises that, soon, she hopes to engage the bat in a meeting.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 09:07:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/barbarian-stern-sternum.jpg)</div>His offer of escorting Shiloh back to the inn was accepted, to his delight. He smiled at her and in the corner of his eye, as he returned his attentions back to the road, he could swear she was blushing. He did not wish to draw attention to this, as the last thing he wanted to do was to make her feel uncomfortable or indeed upset in any way. <br><br>He was about to answer Shiloh when a horse drawn cart rushed by and once it had passed by they only had a few more paces before arriving back at the entrance to the inn. With her arm still around his, he re-entered the inn. They soon found the others and once Shiloh had shared with them what she had discovered, he waited to see if any one else would do the same. He mentioned weapons briefly but would go into greater detail if prompted later. <br><br>When he had a quiet moment, as he did not have the time to answer Shiloh before entering the inn, he responded to her earlier question. With his free hand he took hers and spoke as quietly as he could for a man of his size and strength. “I did not wish to appear that I was ignoring you earlier and I hope you did not think that I was. But in regard to you asking about whether I grow tired, I do not. I have gotten used to that sort of thing a long time ago.” He smiled warmly towards her and tickled her palm with one of his fingers as he did this. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mysterica</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 19:03:20</strong>
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				Rhaella nodded her head slightly and pulled out another hundred gold coins and handed them over before following the man out of the room.&nbsp; Once out, she made her way back down into the tavern proper to look for the rest of her group, finding them easily enough and reporting that she had a meeting with someone the next day with a man to discuss the whereabouts of the bat as well as to find out slightly more about the key.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 12:09:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/5-Sigourney-Weaver-Alien-3.jpg)</div>Storm made sure she got a drink or few more even getting a few patrons her some. If anyone had thought she stank of booze before then it was nothing on the way she was now. However the woman could walk in a straight line and her voice did not appear slurred though perhaps the language was a little more colourful.<br><br>She smiled at the group, though because of one of her scars it looked more like a sneer. When she saw ‘Magott’ and the elf that appeared to be getting friendly she laughed and winked at princess and told her that pointy ears over there would be disappointed if she got him in the sack.<br><br>She approached the others then slapping her friends arse, “Didn’t take ya long ya filfy facking bastard.”<br><br>“Weapons ya say…good plan but I don’t want any of vat shitty magic crap vey always end up biting ya on ve fakin’ arse.” It was quite obvious she was not a large fan of magic, still Storm did have her reasons. The woman told everyone the snippets of information she had found, and told them all what a great Landlady Princess was. “She is a right blaady laugh…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 15:34:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/barbarian-stern-sternum.jpg)</div><br>With the slap on the arse, Weom smiled “Love you too Storm and yes weapons of all shapes and sizes.” He remarked with a warm smile. He then went into more detail about how he had come across such information but first he felt it necessary to start at the beginning. It was more for him at this point as it helped him to remember. So he coughed to clear his throat and began to inform. “While you were all doing whatever it was that you were doing and while I was drinking some of the fine ale at this establishment,” he turned to the group as he said this and then Princess and then finally back to the group “a dwarf, who called himself Forgar, I think, spoke to me about acquiring papers or indeed any sort of identification, to seek an audience with the bat. After being introduced to his assumed business partner, a few minutes into our conversation, a Halfling called Gunfar, suggested that they could help us in this. I think that was his name as it was what Forgar called him. Well sort of.” <br><br>He then paused for a moment as he seemed to be getting confused. Once he had his head on straight, he carried on. “To conclude it was decided that I or indeed we should go via Forgar’s Forge on the morrow as it was Gunfar who suggested he would ‘set us up’ as he put it during the visit.”&nbsp; Then he remembered something else. “Oh yes you asked about weapons didn’t you? Apparently they have contacts in regard to new armour or weaponry too so perhaps that is something that might tickle your fancy. I’ll shut up now as I have spoken for too long and my head hurts.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 14:31:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/5-Sigourney-Weaver-Alien-3.jpg)</div><br>“Right folks lets get uselves a fackin boof or samfing or go apstairs ta sort out what we plan on doin’ vers no blaady point on as rannin’ abaat like ‘eadless chickens.”<br><br>Storm paused and took another swig from her booze, and then coughed and sniffed. “Now I ain’t sayin’ I am a fackin’ great leader, bat every squad needs a leader, and I ‘ave ‘ad a bit of time in ve army. Wif squads and staff.” She looked amongst them her grey eyes seemed to darken a little, “Two fings yea all need ta know is I never leave a man be’ind, even if vey are dead. Vat and I burn em …noffin worse than facin’ a rottin’ friend.” <br><br>“I am ‘onest and …”with a chuckle she added, “I can cook.” The veteran had made her offer, it was up to them whether they took her up on it. However in her mind they all including her needed to get their shit together to get this group to work. It was then Storm took another swig. "If samone finks vey can do better ven I dont really give a rats arse being leader aint much fan."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>21-09-2011, 01:04:55</strong>
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				Shiloh stands quietly off to one side of Weom and listens, nodding casually in agreement with that expressed.&nbsp; "Well enough," she says softly.&nbsp; "I've no other lodgings, and I have information to share."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>21-09-2011, 08:04:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/barbarian-stern-sternum.jpg)</div> it made sense that Storm finally spoke up in regard to the leadership and as for her making a great one, why not. She had experience so he nodded at her suggestion of her taking the role. He so called application to the post was amusing. Let’s put it like this, she wasn’t exactly the person you would hire to sell anything. Tact wasn’t exactly her thing, but she had many other qualities that Weom liked, so he just sat there quietly while she explained herself. When silence fell as it eventually would, he replied in question to her suggestion. <br><br>Seeing the nod from Shiloh, he verbalised his discussion. “I have no objection to you becoming the leader, Storm and as for us going upstairs to further this conversation, why not.” Before he spoke he had heard Shiloh mention that she had information to share, so he turned to her and spoke again. “Perhaps, if you like, you can either share it here or upstairs, Shiloh?” She had also pointed out that she lacked a place to stay so he paused for a moment to consider her situation. Smiling he suggested, “As for lodgings I am sure we can figure something out and if not I have plenty of room at my place if you struggle to secure a room to stay tonight.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>21-09-2011, 14:55:34</strong>
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				<strong>The Envoy of the Mask</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://i55.tinypic.com/293x8ur.jpg)</div>In the darkening streets of Shelzar the envoy of “The Masked Lady” trod the streets in silence on the way back to the Perfect Princess tavern, ever silent but for the footfalls and occasional swish of jingling of its clothing.&nbsp; Following the orders of the mistress it unerringly stalked the streets in search of the companions as her magic's guided&nbsp; and called to the masked figure, stopping briefly to peer up at the tavern before entering it lowered it's gaze drew cloak and robes tight about body and entered. <br><br>The masked figures appearance caused some attention within the tavern as it entered and slowly seemingly awkwardly made it's way through the crowd, coming to the gathered companions the figure glanced about before positioning itself in a secluded corner. The masked figure glanced to the companions and then singled out Shiloh <em>“The Mistress is aware of your progress, she sends my return with a&nbsp; message and her blessing.”</em> The figure unfurled cloak and robes and from beneath and within the peculiar reptilian creature they had met once before was revealed, it moved out from within pushing away the confines of it's make do hiding place clearly it did not wish to be seen in this place. It's sibilant voice hissed forth as it peered up at the companions and did a bow before them <em>“Greetingsss again friendsss of the Masssk, I bring messsage and asssistance for you the Masssk bid me to aid with your sssearch now.&nbsp; What newsss have you of Lucssssifent the Bat, what have you found together and what plansss do you have I ssshal help however I may and advissse if need be.”</em><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 21:29:47</strong>
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				Nurthan and his necklace had picked over the information they collected together on the way back, and come to the conclusion that they hadn't really learned anything terribly useful. <br><br>"Little of substance, I am afraid. Those of the city's poor quarters know well of Lucifent, but they knew little of his activities.&nbsp; It was suggested to us that he might flee to the undercity, or out to the skies of the deserts, if it became known to him that he was being pursued by enemies he saw as threatening."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Pathfinder~ "Finders Keepers" IC thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 00:24:13</strong>
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				<br><strong>The Envoy of the Mask</strong><br><br>The masked figured turned its gaze slowly upon Nurthan regarding him for a moment before glancing down to the small reptilian creature which was also peering up at him, its small clawed slender fingered hands playing against one another as it pondered what had been said.<br><br><em>"Sssubssstance isss not sssomthing that isss alwaysss obviousss when you deal with the poor, are you ssso sssure&nbsp; that there isss not more to what you heard perhapsss there is information you can exploit in this puzzle and put all the peciesss together, you have already provided a mossst vital fact." </em>The creature sure glanced around making nobody was in danger of noticing it before continuing to speak again <em>"When ssseeking sssomone it isss most important to know where any enemy will hide or run too, with thesse things known you can cut off Luficent's chance of essscape.&nbsp; What elssse do you all know, together you can sssurly capture the bat it was capture that brought him to Ssshelzar firssstly it isss not imposssible if Hollowfassstiansss can do ssso It can not be ssso difficult."</em><br><br>The masked figure continued to stare down at the creature as it adjusted and moved it's cloak to provide cover and concealment, of course nobody was really paying attention to the group they where far to busy with other things and those few who had noticed where far to spooked by the masked figure to stare there way.<br><br>
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