Rise of Shadows(IC)
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				Title: <strong>Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Togashi</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 01:11:35</strong>
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				Baldur’s Gate, a thriving metropolis full of people of all races, sizes, colors, and status. A city where supposedly anyone could make anything of themselves. But that dream was very far out of reach for most. Unless you had means, a backer, or simply skill, you could never advance. And even then most nobles would always look down their noses at you.<br><br>But in Faerun, the call of adventure was always whispering in the ears of the young, and old alike. Some answered, most did not. But this time the call was louder than normal. The town criers in the streets shouted news at all hours of the day, only announcing very important work at night. But this day they were excited.<br><br>“Hear ye! Hear ye! The great and noble lord Marcus Erithiam has announced he is seeking adventurers! All prospective adventurers shall go to the Purple Wyrm Inn, and ask the bartender about the job! Payment upon completion of the job!” they cried, all across the city.<br><br>The only thing was this man must have been desperate, because the criers were giving out very little news other than this. Only occasionally would they shout about some other petition or motion in the city council or about sales that different shops were holding!<br><br>Inside the Purple Wyrm Inn, the place was full of patrons. All of them were drinking and enjoying themselves. Only a few people were talking to the bartender, occasionally leaving them to go to a door guarded by a tall lizard man in chain mail. <br><br>The lizard man had his arms folded over his chest intimidating, eyeing everyone that came at him. Occasionally he would nip at them, and grin before letting some in, and shoving others off. They must have foreseen he’d do this or told him to do so because the tables were set up well away from him, and the bar around him was completely bare.<br><br>After the Lizard man allows you past, behind the door is a stairwell. Going up you find the entire second floor has been cleared no beds, even the walls had been taken out. The floor would have been completely open if it weren’t for the beams needed to support the floor above this one.&nbsp; The only pieces of furniture was a large table and&nbsp; a comfortable looking chair occupied by a beautiful woman.<br><br>She was clad in the clothing of nobility, jewelry that may or may not have been magical in nature. Around her shoulders was a lovely gossamer shroud that came up around her head. It had to be magical since it waved lightly as if gentle winds were blowing against it even though there was none. She smiled and waited calmly, not worried about what anyone may or may not be doing.<br><br>There was no way that anyone could miss why she was comfortable. Behind her, a tall figure stood, covered from head to toe in armor. The black plates of armor were fringed with white, interlocking in place. Beyond the helm no light passed, giving no indication of who wore the armor. Around the knight’s neck was a long red cape that flowed down his back. In front of him was a great sword, both hands on the pommel of the golden hilt. The long blade was polished a bright silver white.<br><br>“Well that’s enough for this briefing… Work together, work alone, I don’t care. But I will say it is safe to travel in numbers. And the balance is how much can you trust one another if you don’t know each other? How do you know someone wont betray you for what you find?” she asked, her eyes scanning them all over as whispers began to rise up from various people.<br><br>Her ruby painted lips curled gently as she smiled. She reached up brushing a raven strand from her eyes. She smiled lightly as she waited, completely calm as she watched them. She waited for a moment, inspecting her fingernails. When they were silent she put her hands back upon the table.<br><br>“A book was stolen from me. An old worn leather journal. I want it returned to me. I will say this now, the journal is special to me. Return this journal to me, and I will compensate you in any way you want up to a total of ten thousand gold.” she explained. “I want you to find it and bring it back to me. But if you take it, and run with it… I will hunt you. I will find you. And when I am done, you will beg for death and the sweet embrace of your god to take you from me.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 05:57:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U60bw0FTRHA/TiTrp2QOXCI/AAAAAAAAAHk/rPecVzpK2qc/s1600/AnimeMaleMage.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aberik Dalmer (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158814.msg7306054#msg7306054)</strong></span><br><strong>Where:</strong> Purple Wyrm Inn, second floor<br><strong>With:</strong> Mysterious lady + armored knight + rest of party<br><hr><br>Aberik Dalmer had come to Baldur's Gate days earlier, waiting on Bodrick's instructions how to proceed. During the journey he had let his hair grow back. Trip taken a good part of the present year and along the journey his hair grew with youthful vigor. His head feels....weird considering he had liven already nine years bald as student under Boderick. But he wanted Aberik to blend in to locals much as he can and hide his thayan heritage and especially the fact that he is red wizard apprentice. Of course the stark red robes would indicate otherwise but many mages, including Elminister, wore red robes. Nay, he had to cover his tattoos in his head and best way was by through growing hair over it (and all knew red wizards were bald). Only the forehead part of tattoo remained and he concealed it behind a red silk bandanna which kept his long raven black hair back from his face. All looking natural really.<br><br>He had got quite several cat calls when he entered purple wyrm inn, as even if he was actually young man his looks were so femine that many mistaken him as pretty young woman with flat chest.....until they heard clearly his masculine voice and his masculine name. Some men would not had minded at all about his gender and it revolted Aberik. Like good thayans he had reservances to let his hair down and about debaucheries committed. He had got no luxury and had been taught with harsh principles in regards enjoying pleasure. Only close to sexual encounter what he had was very recently with Sheban and it had been for both of them a first time.<br><br>Anyways Boderick contacted day earlier via sending and instructions were clear......he had to join the group finding for a leather journal. So he knew the mission objective before he entered the inn. So he had risen upstairs and introduced himself with his name. No reason to lie about his name as no doubt none locals know about Aberik nor that he is this or that's mage's apprentice. Would not matter anyway if they do not visit Thay very least. He did not waste time asking why leather journal was important, it must be if Boderick was interested on it. So Aberik instead asked; "I presume you have already tried locate object or scrying spell to locate the thief or the journal? So I take it the thief had taken measures against those spells? Can you tell me who may had been interested on your leather journal? Also tell us all details you know how theft occurred and what information you have about the thief itself."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 19:29:37</strong>
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				It takes the conclusion of one chapter to begin another, a denouement before the sequel, the closing of curtains before the new act can begin. For Sampson, his epilogue was the termination of his contract with the Mercenary band he rode, fought and drank with for the past three years. Three years, and they were going to be concluded upon their arrival to Baldur's Gate, the thought both excited and terrified Grimrock, who saw it as an opportunity to expand his horizons from the rank-and-file of professional soldiering. Luckily for Sampson the band was traveling to the city to look for new recruits, and they respected him enough to let him ride with them for just a while longer.<br><br>The journey to Baldur's Gate took them through boundless plains dotted with farmsteads, through forests filled with the mundane and fantastical; strange trees and stranger creatures which peered as the band traveled through their gnarled lands. The band traversed snow-capped mountains and Dwarven mountain halls, through cities old in honor and hamlets too small to earn a place in most Cartographer's maps. The journey was long, scenic, and utterly unnecessary. It would've been simpler to take a ship, but in doing so it would've eliminated another purpose of the land-bound trek; to pick up new recruits along the way.<br><br>In the end the band and Sampson parted ways at the gates of the city, letting Sampson keep the group-issue munitions plate and battleaxe that he had earned many times over during his career. The armor was of average quality; grey steel dinted and pockmarked with the scars of a hundred battles, it belied the experience of the man who wore it many times into combat. The battleaxe was of a similar condition, although perhaps better kept; the dark wood handle was wrapped in well-used leather, the blade bearing a wicked edge sharp enough to shave with. It was with these items of note that Sampson entered the city, and it was with these items he overheard the crier pointing wayward souls to the Purple Wyrm Inn, and it was in that armor and that axe strapped to his back that he entered the Inn. <em><strong>From one job to another in half a day</strong></em> Sampson thought as he opened the door to the tavern, <em><strong>might have to see if that's a record.</strong></em><br><br>The inn was Sampson's kind of place; full of patrons enjoying themselves, it would be easy to find a drinking buddy or a lustful woman to sit on his lap, but that is not what he came here for. It was the lizard he was looking for, and it was the lizard who let him through to the next floor to meet his future employer. He was apparently early; only one other had arrived upstairs to meet the noblewoman, a woman, from the looks of her frame and hair.<br><br>The woman behind the table was beautiful, there was no denying that. Sampson studied her shapely frame with dark blue eyes before turning his gaze on the knight behind her, <em><strong>a woman this wealthy would have such a guard, figures.</strong></em> What Sampson <em>didn't</em> figure however, was the apparent ease of the task at hand compared to the potential reward, "<strong>A journal, eh?</strong>" Sampson inquired, his voice a deep baritone, "<strong>And who exactly has this journal? One must know the quarry before the hunt, after all.</strong>"<br><br>Imagine Grimrock's surprise then, when the woman next to him spoke. The masculine voice of the woman next to him revealed a surprising truth, the Sorcer<strong>ess</strong> turned out to be a Sorcer<strong>er</strong>, which caused the Mercenary's eyes to widen as he looked down at the male with new interest, <strong><em>he may be a bit girlish, but he's got the right of it</em></strong> the man thought, <em><strong>the more we know of this job the better we'll be able to help this woman.</strong></em><br><br>Still, Sampson couldn't help but steal another glance at the Wizard, less out of any sort of desire and more out of how wildly different the pair was. Where Dalmer wore fine robes, Sampson seemed to have come straight out of a long march; his brown leather boots were caked with dust and dirt, his coarse wool pants and dark red, long-sleeved tunic flecked with sweat and grime. But where the two perhaps had their biggest difference was their bodies. Whereas Aberik had a lithe frame, Sampson's was powerful and muscular; his limbs large and shapely with taut muscle that belied a lifetime of hard labor. His face was rugged and tan, dark stubble framing a strong jaw as midnight blue eyes studied those in the room with him. Even their height was different, although that could be said about most other men; his figure topping out at somewhere around 6'5 Sampson was a giant of a man, as tall as he was strong.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 21:42:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b8/Kamiki_Kitsune_by_transfuse.jpg)</div>Tymaleena Amblecrown<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">AC:&nbsp; 16<br>Aura:&nbsp; +1 Listen, Spot, and Initiative<br>Other:&nbsp; <br>Damage:&nbsp; 0<br>Status Effects:&nbsp; <br><br>Mood:&nbsp; Enjoying the eye candy.&nbsp; <br></div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Since her teacher left her in Baldur’s Gate, Tymaleen’a had enjoyed the city from street corners and tavern stages.&nbsp; Her pan pipes, beautiful voice, and hard body under a skimpy dance outfit easily kept her in food and clean sheets.&nbsp; She’d been invited for more than a playful pinch or kiss and cuddle more than once, but the country girl wasn’t quite ready for that step yet.&nbsp; &nbsp;Maybe on some level she was still shy, or looking for someone special for her first time.&nbsp; Maybe she was just afraid of the intensity of emotion that threatened to wash her away when she got that close…&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Arriving fairly early at the tavern, she’d been able to offer the exquisite noble woman a curtsy—using the side of her red cloak rather than the tiny mithral chain skirt—and lean back against a wall to watch others enter.&nbsp; The beautiful noble woman reminded her it had been some weeks since she had a girl to cuddle with, either. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The two men who’d spoken up so far could feel the redhead’s emerald eyes on them.&nbsp; Their senses slowly and subtly sharpened as her sensual gaze slowly included them in the magic of her auras.&nbsp; She gave a satisfied nod at their questions, not yet ready to crowd the noblewoman with any of her own.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Meliai</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 22:17:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://dl.dropbox.com/u/42499880/Elliquiy/Kiira.jpg)&nbsp; </div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Kiira Vanessaril</strong></span></span><br><br><hr><br>"Aaaah, so close!" shouted an exuberant female voice, just barely rising above the background din of the inn's chattering patrons. At a small table crowded with six gruff men a petite young woman with ink black hair laid down a hand of cards and swept a small pile of silver and copper coins up with her arm. "Oh don't pout dear, I'm sure you'll do better with the next hand," she said, flashing the surliest of the gamblers a disarming smile.<br><br>To the casual glance she wouldn't have stood out any more than the next attractive young woman; she wore an inexpensive cotton dress of a flattering, but not <em>too flattering</em> cut, a piece or two of simple jewelry and kneehigh boots made for running and rough terrain rather than seduction. On closer inspection, to a particularly insightful observer it might almost seem as if her entire look was carefully crafted to paint her as little more than a friendly traveler. There were some things one couldn't hide though; carefully applied makeup down-played it but the girl was stunningly beautiful, her delicate features not quite human. Occasionally when she turned quickly to one side or tilted her head as she laughed one of her long, pointed ears would be visible beneath her roguishly tousled hair.<br><br>As she spread the new hand she'd been dealt with her slender fingers it seemed she couldn't help but move with preternatural grace, even these slight movements touched by her elven heritage. The same keen observer might notice that while she effortlessly dominated the game her bright blue eyes carefully watched the bartender, the scaly guard next to the far door, and the slow but steady trickle of absurdly-dressed adventurers who made their way from one to the other. The mountainous warrior at least was practical, unlike the handsom young man who might as well have been carrying a giant flaming sign that read "I fling magic! Kill me first!" above his head. When the young lady wearing little more than iron lingerie came in it took all of Kiira's self control to keep from bursting into a fit of giggles. She idly wondered if it was the short lifespans that made it seem like humans always had something to prove...<br><br>Reaching into a pocket she pulled out an old, heavily worn silver coin and flipped it into the air, catching it and snapping it down onto the table in one smooth motion. To most the sides, worn nearly smooth with age, looked nearly identical but the girl seemed to understand the meaning with just a glance. Laying her cards down she smiled at the other gamblers, raising her hands in a show of surrender. "Alright, alright! You've got me boys. I think that will do it for me for the day." She stood, despite a number of protests, and amiably waved&nbsp; away invitations to meet later from each of the six men, though a sly little wink convinced each of them that she thought their offer warranted further consideration.<br><br>Gathering the plain grey cloak she'd draped over the back of her chair (and waking the small, equally grey cat who'd been sleeping beneath it) she made her way over to the bar, dropping her winnings on to the counter. "A round for my noisy friends at the table, and whoever takes my place please," she said. Tilting her head towards the guarded door, she added "I take it Lord Erithiam's business is through there?"<br><br>Confirmation received, she casually made her way through the crowded bar, the little grey cat following close at her heels, skittishly trying to avoid the countless massive feet staggering around in various states of inebriation. Sensing her familiar's stress, Viira reached down and scooped up the creature, sitting her gently inside one of the large belt pouches resting on her hip. When she approached the large reptilian guard he snarled down at the little elf, and with a trickster's grin she growled right back, passing by without a second glance. <br><br>With a friendly nod to the others already seated, Viira approached the noble woman and bowed gracefully before slipping into her own chair.<br><br>Once everyone had spoken, the ebon-haired elf nodding along silently, Viira finally spoke up. "All good, practical questions," she said, her melodic voice soft but clear, "but I must admit I'm dreadfully curious about our hostess. You're much prettier than I expected a 'Marcus' to be."
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				Post by: <strong>blackcatotaku</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 23:38:45</strong>
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				Dappled colored light poured in through the stained glass windows as she processed what she was being told by her eldest priestess. It was a lot for the young cleric to take in, being told she was destined to go on a&nbsp; long journey to fulfill Pelor's prophecy that he imparted that she would play a role in fulfilling. The notion was too grandiose for the young woman to process, why her of all the other more deserving and powerful clerics and paladins that occupied the temple. However it wasn't her place to question what her elders told her, nor was she bold enough to attempt to interpret the will of her god. Not necessarily unhappy but anxiously she rose from her seat begrudgingly taking on the task laid before her. However it was vague at best all that she was told was it would become abundantly clear where her path was going once she began on her journey.<br><br>She was given some time to collect her belongings from the meager room she maintained at the temple along with the other followers that lived in the two story shrine. The street level was where the worshipers came to pay their respects and gain aid from the denizens and the second floor was where they were quartered. She felt a slight twinge of remorse at having to leave the place that had housed her for the last several months. This wouldn't be her first adventure but it was the first in the name of her lord the other times she had left these halls was on a specific purpose set out by her eldest accompanied by other familiar faces. Pulling on her robe it was a deep dark blue traveling cloak made of wool that was embossed with gold thread to make the designs of her patron god, underneath she had traded in her sparse white healers robes she wore in the temple for her traveling clothes. A tight fitting blue dress that had a cinched front that incorporated her armor into the attire. <br><br>Filling her bag with what the temple had given her to spare a few potions and a wand for healing she wondered where her journey would take her. Luckily as soon as she walked out of the temple her vision was blinded by the bell the crier was using to attract people to his call. Raising her hand to counter the glare she listened to what the man had to say she blinked for a moment. Sometimes the gods work in mysterious ways other times they shout out in you the streets, who was she not to take this as a sign? Familiar with the towns lay out she made her way to the Purple Wyrm Inn, the revelry inside almost too loud for her to stand but she managed to make inquiries and was directed to the room where the noblewoman appeared to be lecturing. Her face turned an immediate beat red as she pulled her hood on over her head to hide her embarrassment as she worked her way into the room. She found it curious it was a woman making the demands when the crier and bar tender seemed to be in agreement that it was a Lord Marcus with the request. Luckily for her someone made that inquiry aloud allowing the deep blue haired girl to slip into the back hoping she could sit back and listen. <br><br>Often times it served her to observe the actions of others before she started asking questions herself, the dynamics of her bedfellows it would seem would be easily observed if they were all as vocal. Crossing her arms patiently she listened her hand nervously thumbing her holy symbol in her hand&nbsp; her gear neatly put down beside in her in the large bag and leaned against the wall. 
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				Post by: <strong>ulthakptah</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 01:07:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i749.photobucket.com/albums/xx134/ulthakptah/bhjbjjho1_500.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wilard Flint (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158814.msg7305859#msg7305859)</strong></span><br><br><hr>Wil had got somewhat of a reputation around town. Typically the guy who knows a guy who knows a guy who can get things done are talking about him. It's nothing dark and shady like assassinations, but more like investigation work. On occasion he will get an interesting case, but more often than not he is just tailing some guys wife to see if she is unfaithful. Being the well connected, ear to the ground guy he was he had no problem hearing about the call for adventurers and other sword for hire. Thinking it would be a nice change of pace he decided to take the job.<br><br>He knew of the bar and had been there a few times himself. Erring of the side of caution he doesn't head to the lizard bouncer right away. Instead Wil went to the the bar to watch parade of people getting turned away or let in. He asked for water to drink, partially because he wanted to keep his wits sharp, but more because he was cheap. Most of the people being let in were not trying to hide their individual talents at all. The first in was a brightly dress androgynous male which just screamed magician, followed but the grizzled warrior, the scantly clad minstrel whose carried instruments covered more of her than her actual clothes, and the timid looking girl cloaked in the symbols of her deity.<br><br>The other elf was more discrete about her talents. He had noticed her playing cards with some men who seemed to care less about winning and instead were just happy to ogle her as she took their money. Though she was dressed to look more or less like a simple traveler, Wil could tell there was more to it than that. The coin she had was eye catching, it looked worn like she had it for a long time, being an elf that long time could be hundreds of years for all he knew. It was either a luck charm or had sentimental value. When she stood he couldn't help but notice the contorts of her body from the way her dress hugged them. He could see that there was no armor under it. While armor does get in the way of those attuned to the arcane, her not wearing any was not enough evidence to show she was magic. However the cat was a rather obvious sign. It had to be her familiar. There is no cat that is that well behaved and trained that wasn't the pet of some witch. The last nail in the coffin was when she made it past the bouncer, now it was official that she was not an average traveler.<br><br>Wil had had enough with waiting around and watching the folks. It was time for him to go inside. He didn't want to be the last to show up after all. That may reflex poorly in the eyes of the employer. He casually strolled up to the lizard bouncer. Wil did look somewhat formidable, two hand crossbows holstered, a rapier, and several daggers strapped to him for easy access. After getting let through he would head to the meeting and lean against the wall behind the witch and her cat. He picked the spot so he could keep an eye on both the witch and the mysterious hostess. Hearing the questions already asked, he didn't feel the need to ask any additional ones, and just waited for the first few to be answered.
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				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 01:44:45</strong>
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				<strong>Dame Rose "Firehair" Amcathra of Waterdeep<br>Purple Wyrm Inn</strong><br><br>It was amazing what a warm bath could do; just yesterday Rose was a blood-stained warrior fresh off a victorious battlefield, but today she was once again the very eligible (and spoiled, and pampered, and all the other things that came with the territory) daughter of a powerful Waterdhavian nobleman. The criers and their promise of coin caught her ear; her purse was rather too light for her liking (even a paladin had expenses, after all!) and this far away from home she couldn't just pop back to daddy's place for a refill. She handed off her horse Titania to the care of one of the stablehands outside the Purple Wyrm Inn and tipped him with a wink and a teasing sway of her hips as she turned away. Another coin saved!<br><br>Purple Wyrm Inn... she couldn't help but giggle at the thought, as she entered the establishment. <br><br>Catcalls and whistles greeted her entrance but she had long grown used to them. Indeed, she rather enjoyed the feeling of the hungry eyes of men and not a few women feasting upon her goddess-blessed form. She tossed her fiery mane of waist-length hair behind her as she strode straight up to the lizard man and past him, completely ignoring him. Why, it was his job to stand there and guard, after all, and if she had to give her attention to every common guard who watched over a door, then she wouldn't be able to get anywhere!<br><br>She took the stairs to the second floor expecting to pay her respects to Lord Marcus, but it appeared that someone else was here in his stead, still someone she recognized, however. "Omygosh Lady Kara it's you! I haven't seen you for so long!" She squealed in delight as she approached the woman with open arms. On Rose's finger her ring glinted, embossed with the insignia of the Amcathra family, just in case Lady Kara needed a discreet reminder to not embarrass herself. Rose gave Lady Kara a polite hug, the kind that two noblewomen would share when they were at least not on unfriendly terms, if not exactly bosom friends.<br><br>"You're looking well," Rose observed and continued, dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper that was calculated to still be just loud enough for everybody else in the room to hear if they tried, "and who's the strong silent hottie? If he's not already spoken for-" she licked her lips and looked the armored knight over- "I could <em>so</em> eat him up."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kdyami</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 13:15:15</strong>
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				Name: Mingan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158814.msg7306159#msg7306159)<br>Location: Baulders Gate, Purple Wyrm Dragon<hr><br>Mingan was a great many things; a reaver, a thief, a slayer a wanderer of the lands and seas with great melancholy and even greater mirth. He was a Barbarian from the Blue Bear Tribe, an all but extinct remnant of what they use to be.&nbsp; But Mingan had left his tribe and his lands behind him and had traveled the lands and the sea eventually seeing him to Faerun and now Baulders Gate Working the odd job here and there.&nbsp; In fact that’s where he was when he first heard wind of the Purple Wyrm Inn.&nbsp; <br><br>Mingan had taken a job to hunt “disband” a local group of misfit thieves that were both way too young and refused to recognize the local Guild.&nbsp; Mingan had found them and laughed as they drew their weapons and charged him.&nbsp; “That’s good,” He chuckled dodging the first attackers strike and landing a blow on his chest that sent him reeling backwards into one of his friends, “Fire is needed to forge a good weapon, but so is ice.” He stood solid as a rock as the next attacker came.&nbsp; Mingan sidestepped the charge letting his opponent trip and fall of his own accord.&nbsp; Mingan however missed the crafty one that snuck up behind him and clipped his shoulder with a knife. Spinning around and drawing his great weapon he swung stopping just short of the would be assailant and declared, “If I kill you, I am bound for hell weakling.&nbsp; And that is a price I shall gladly pay for my sins.&nbsp; But you are not worth the blood in your veins.”&nbsp; Turning the blade and thumping the assailant on the head with the flat of his blade.&nbsp; “You must learn its discipline.” Mingan spat at the band turning and walking away.&nbsp; “For no one in this world can you trust. Not men, not women, not beasts.” smiling as he gives his sword a flourish and sheaths it, “Now this? This you can trust.”<br><br>Leaving the alley Mingan passed one of the criers on the street as the chorused out the news.<strong> “Hear ye! Hear ye! The great and noble lord Marcus Erithiam has announced he is seeking adventurers! All prospective adventurers shall go to the Purple Wyrm Inn, and ask the bartender about the job! Payment upon completion of the job!”</strong>&nbsp; Now Mingan had no idea who a noble lord marcus…whatever his name was….actually was.&nbsp; But payment sounded good and noble meant money.&nbsp; Even for his uneducated mind the calculations took about five seconds.&nbsp; Mingan headed towards the Inn. When he arrived at the place it was full of patrons and all of them were drinking.&nbsp; That was a pass time that Mingan understood.&nbsp; Walking up to the bar he order a tall ale and watched as the lizardman denied&nbsp; entrance to the room upstairs.&nbsp; “He looks rather intimidating,” Mingan said to the barman. “Aye,” he responded, “he’s only been letting a select few in.&nbsp; Are you going to try your luck?”&nbsp; “Oh I think I might at that,” Mingan said with a chuckle leaving his money on the bar and walking to the Lizardman and snapping at him before the Lizardman got the chance.&nbsp; Mingan didn’t wait for an answer he simply kept walking through the door and up the stair case.&nbsp; <br><br>Mingan entered the room as the woman gave her speech, he stood in the back waiting. When she had finished telling them the basics of their mission Mingan assessed the room briefly; there was a woman sitting at the table that screamed mage, but wait, she was a he, but something else was wrong, he didn’t smell right.&nbsp; Next was a mountain of a man, Mingan was sure he would love to fight this man and that made him alright in his book. Following him was a oddly dressed woman in a red cloak, she was quiet throughout this exchange and Mingan didn’t think much of it. An elf had asked a question about the speaker a sensible enough question. Oh and a cleric.&nbsp; Not that much good since Mingan only prayed to his sword and worshiped the battlefield, but healer were always good to have with you. Mingan almost hadn’t noticed the man standing against another wall watching the group.&nbsp; He looked armed well enough to be good in a scrap. And don’t forget the paladin talking to the speaker.&nbsp; ‘hmmm,’ thought Mingan, ‘this could turn out to get quite interesting indeed.’<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Togashi</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 21:09:09</strong>
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				The lovely woman behind the table stood and moved around it, hugging Rose, before kissing both cheeks, in a show of affection. She smiled gently and pet her hair lightly brushing it back.<br><br>"Rose! It's good to see you but for now pleasantries will have to wait. But it's good to know I'll have someone I can trust going after my book." she said before turning back to the others. "I am obviously not Marcus, but I represent him. He is my husband to be and has authorized this. Because it's so close to me, he has left it in my hands. Nobody in my employ was able to catch who did it. All I know is they were last seen going north east toward the village of Soubar. My word has no authority outside the city, sadly so I cannot order soldiers into Soubar, but mercenaries can get it done. Quickly and quietly. I cannot find it by divination, as I am unable to perform those spells. My journal is also protected, it cannot be tracked that way. If you don't want the job fine, leave and do not return. When you return my book, bring it back here to the bartender. He will contact me and I will come to pay you. An incentive is this."<br><br>She whistled and a pair of men came up the stair case. They carried a large chest and set it on the table. Opening it they revealed it was full of gold.<br><br>"Two thousand for each of you. Up front. The rest, comes when you complete the job."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 02:13:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U60bw0FTRHA/TiTrp2QOXCI/AAAAAAAAAHk/rPecVzpK2qc/s1600/AnimeMaleMage.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aberik Dalmer (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158814.msg7306054#msg7306054)</strong></span><br><strong>Where:</strong> Purple Wyrm Inn, second floor<br><strong>With:</strong> Mysterious lady + armored knight + rest of party<br><hr><br>Aberik sees a rather large gathering had emerged and seeing some of the guests know the woman it seems. It makes things own way difficult but not impossible. When woman brings the chest which was filled with gold and it is <em>advance</em> payment. Already he counted in his mind varied potions he could make, scrolls to buy and so on. He then says to the woman; "I would ask my share in platinum or as letter of credit which works in Baldur's Gate. Two thousand gold in pouches is rather heavy to carry around myself. Once I had done some magic supply shopping I am ready to go on pursuit of the target." Aberik looks on the group and says; "If anyone wants join up or group up, they are free to do so. Even if we chase a single thief, the roads in sword coast are not safest in around."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 02:58:41</strong>
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				Shrewd eyes studied the men and women that entered the room, each as interesting as the last; the next to arrive after Sampson was a nubile redhead, her shapely figure barely covered by an uncomfortable-looking chain bikini, her very gaze seeming to fortify Sampson's heart. The next to arrive was an ebony-haired woman, her drab attire doing little to hide her inhuman beauty as an ash-gray cat rested in a pouch on her hip. After that was a maiden, her ultramarine hair framing a face of innocence and purity. Following her was a man strong of body and outfitted with a wide assortment of weapons, <em><strong>a man after my own heart</strong></em>, the Mercenary thought with a grin. The next to follow was a wild-looking sort, the kind of man you'd want watching your back in the thick of things, as much fun off the battlefield as he'll be on.<br><br>The next to arrive was a tad... Different, but curious nonetheless. Although she bore the same fiery hair as the rural-looking lass, that's where the similarities ended. She was a girl who knew what she wanted, and if her talk about nobility and being amongst the movers and shakers of the Sword Coast was to be believed, she certainly had the ability. When all was said and done, eight men and women stood in that room, eight who will be working towards the same goal; head to Soubar, seek out Our Benefactor's Journal, and return it to her. Quick, simple and lucrative, too easy.<br><br>Once the chest came out Sampson took to peeling off the leather glove on his right hand, the material a dark tan and supple with constant use. The hand underneath large and tan, Sampson reached down to pick up a gold piece. Bringing it up to his face, Sampson admired the lustrous yellow of the piece, <em><strong>looks like gold</strong></em> he thought as he flipped it into the palm of his hand, weighing the cool metal, <em><strong>feels like gold</strong></em>, putting it between thumb and forefinger, Sampson brought it to his mouth and gave a light bite, feeling the coin dent slightly between his teeth, <em><strong>yup, this is the real article. Lady Kara, you've got your man.</strong></em> Finished with his quick appraisal of the gold, the Mercenary unceremoniously tosses it back into the pile with a light <em>clink.</em><br><br>"<strong>Sampson Grimrock will retrieve this journal for you, ma'am</strong>" the Mercenary stated, his deep voice iron with confidence and resolve, "<strong>although I believe I won't be traveling alone...</strong>" Sampson gave a quick glance at the others in the room as he thought, <em><strong>and with this kind of company, I won't mind at all.</strong></em><br><br>Looking down at Aberik as he asked for easier transport, Sampson gave an amused smirk before replying, "<strong>leave luggin' that thing around to me, mage, it wouldn't be the first time I've had to carry a chest full of valuables. We'll buy what we can in the markets and haul the rest, we can get a cart if need be.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackcatotaku</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 03:24:23</strong>
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				When the mage pipped up about using his share almost right away it occurred to her that she could also use some more traveling equipment. Perhaps she should leave some with the temple but with the way the woman spoke it seemed that they&nbsp; might be on their journey for a while, her reward afterward could go towards her god. Stepping up she gave a broad smile pulling back her hood as she gazed at their employer. "The sum you offer us my Lady is quite handsome. I will gladly taken on this task and see to it that your journal is returned to you, you have my word as a maiden of Pelor. If I may be so bold as to make an inquiry? I respect that you do not wish to disclose details about the content of the book, but we should prepare ourselves accordingly, what do you know about the scoundrels who stole from you? How will we recognize the leather journal when we see it?" <br><br>The way she spoke was sincere if not a little naive it was clear that she was new to the ways of the world but she was being polite enough. Looking around at her new traveling companions she wondered if she had possibly missed those details in the portion of the briefing that she had been away from the room but it seemed like questions they should know before they disembarked and while she was still present.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 19:51:15</strong>
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				Aberik smirks on the maiden of Pelor's question and he said; "It is worn leather journal, I think there is not much identification marks if not actually open the journal and see it's real deal. But I am sure our employer would be displeased if we take peek on her private journal. After all journal itself as material value is worthless, it's the contents what makes it valuable. If journal is warded against divinations, then contents are something what is <em>meant</em> to be kept secret. Also we got no info what the thief looked like nor whom for the thief stole the journal. So only what we can do is tackle each and every suspicious fellow and check do they have journal in their possession. Also check people who had arrived to Soubar in time what it takes to get there by a horse ride."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kdyami</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 22:44:15</strong>
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				<strong>"Two thousand for each of you. Up front......."</strong>&nbsp; Mingan had never been paid up front, and definitely not in the amounts this woman was offering them.&nbsp; This Mage can want a piece of paper if he wants Mingan moves forward all of his feet's accord.&nbsp; "Aye," Mingan said mostly too himself, "I'll find anything you want for Gold upfront." Shaking his head smirking "I must be moving up in the world."<br><br>Mingan smiled as the Sampson checked the gold and declared his intention to find the journal. <strong>"Sampson Grimrock will retrieve this journal for you, ma'am although I believe I won't be traveling alone..."</strong> "Oh no, count me in on this one big feller, just be sure to leave some of their heads for me to lop off."&nbsp; <br><br>Mingan had no real experience with religion.&nbsp; He worshiped battle and prayed to his weapon.&nbsp; But surprisingly he found himself more and more inclined to respect the view points of these warring priests, though anyone wielding a spear like that shouldn't be called something innocent like maiden.&nbsp; But they had a knack to ask insightful questions.&nbsp; <strong> If I may be so bold as to make an inquiry? I respect that you do not wish to disclose details about the content of the book, but we should prepare ourselves accordingly, what do you know about the scoundrels who stole from you? How will we recognize the leather journal?"</strong> Mingan was inclined to agree with the mage tackle everyone suspicious in the city and beat the truth out of them, but one of his rare wisdom moments intervened.&nbsp; "No mage," Sighed Mingan, "Much as I'd like to simply attack every suspicious person in Soubar, the 'maiden' has a point.&nbsp; We need some basic information about this journal.&nbsp; Or else we might beat some innocent person near death over their mothers favorite grog recipes." Mingan's eyes gleam as though remembering something from his past.&nbsp; Shaking his head, "no," he said, "that wont do.?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 23:58:16</strong>
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				The bile rose in Rose's throat at the thought of these - <em>peasants</em> - questioning Lady Kara so impudently instead of thanking her on bended knee for her generosity. <strong>"Ugh!"</strong> she kept her exclamation of disgust quiet and shook her head in frustration as she resisted the urge to lecture her inferiors. No, a more diplomatic approach was called for in this situtation as she spoke up. <strong>"I wouldn't dare go so far as to ask about the <em>intimate</em> details of the journal- "</strong> she gave the others a sharp glance, hoping they would catch her unspoken point - how more rude could they be, they might as well ask what colour of privies Kara was wearing right now - didn't they ever keep journals that were too embarrassing to be read by any other people, or were they not even sophisticated enough for that? - <strong>"but I think some of the members of our new-found group do raise a good point. Any description of the thief that you can share with us will be immensely helpful."</strong><br><br>She didn't even cast a second glance at the gold - it would be improper for one of her station to get excited over such a trivial sum, of course. Although, inwardly she was sighing in relief that she would have some funds to tide her over for the moment. A proper lady had expenses, after all, even when riding across the countryside playing knight (or dame in her case). Maybe she could get a new bow as well, already spending the gold in her mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ulthakptah</strong> on <strong>07-12-2012, 00:54:08</strong>
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				Wil took his eyes off the witch as the big trunk of gold was brought in to the room. Two thousand gold up front for each person, it seemed too good to be true. Either this lady really wanted her dairy back, and had plenty of gold to sling around, or all of us were pawns in a much larger scheme. Still shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, just would have to be extra cautious about this job. High rewards often come with high risks. For now he would just keep his mouth shut, let everyone else interrogate the lady for whatever scraps of information they could get.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Meliai</strong> on <strong>07-12-2012, 09:15:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">&nbsp; (https://dl.dropbox.com/u/42499880/Elliquiy/Kiira.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Kiira Vanessaril</strong></span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158814.msg7302445#msg7302445)</div><br><hr><br>Kiira watched the rest of the motley mix of adventurers enter with unabashed interest, her elbows resting on the table, fingers laced together, chin resting delicately on them. She wasn't sure how many, if any at all, planned on sticking together for the job, but with such an odd assortment of personalities any combination was bound to be fun. Though the elf herself seemed to pay him no more mind than any of the others, when the man practically covered in knives took up watch behind her Miir climbed out of her pouch. Taking a perch on the back of her mistress's chair, she proceeded to stare right back at him with her bright, yellow-green eyes.<br><br>An almost predatory glint, like that of a cat who's caught sight of a cardinal with a broken flight feather, shone in Kiira's eyes as the fiery haired noblewoman bristled at the impropriety of the other adventurer's questions. God help her, they were such easy targets, but the haughty, stuck-up ones were always the <em>most</em> fun to tease. "Well I don't know about you, but I don't recall being asked not to read anything..." she said, quietly hoping their would-be employee had more of a sense of humor than her heavily-armored friend. "In any case I've found that politeness and propriety are often detrimental if you want to actually get things done so <em>I'll </em>certainly ask about details."<br><br>She turned to face Lady Kara and shifted, now resting her chin in one had as she gestured elegantly with the other. "Your secrets are your own of course m'lady, but it would be endlessly helpful if you could give us an idea of what sort of information these dastardly criminals at least think they've gotten their hands on. The type of person after trade secrets isn't the same sort of person who'd go looking for clues to arcane mysteries and neither are the same person who'd be after...say..." her eyes flicked towards Rose and Kiira flashed her an impish grin, "the private secrets and scandals of the Sword Coast nobility."<br><br>"No particular details are need of course, unless you think the time they'd save us getting them out of your enemies' hands is worth the risk of telling them to a bunch of shiftless mercenaries."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Togashi</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 11:41:35</strong>
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				"I cannot say what is inside the book, I would at least hope you would grant a woman her secrets, regardless of what others may value them at. I would hope you would not read it. It's contents are mine, and mine alone. But the outside of the book has a seal carved into it. It's arcane in nature but has to be invoked to go off. The mark itself is powerful, strong and you must not mention it's name, least it unleash it's effects on you." she warned. "After you return it to me you'll all be paid the remaining eight thousand gold for the completion of the job. As for the thief, he is probably a hireling for a rival family, looking for anything to keep my husband to be from courting me. They want to marry one of their own to him, and he chose me instead. A woman of humble birth. I have only this."<br><br>She reached into her clothes and tossed a scrap of cloth on the table, a piece of deep blue velvet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackcatotaku</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 00:11:47</strong>
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				Raising a hand to chest she seemed awash with emotions a tear coming to her deep blue eyes, she brushed it aside with the back of her hand. "Oh dear woman your tale of love is moving, I'm sorry if I overstepped my boundaries with my questions. I merely meant the outside of the book and would never dare look at the contents of a journal so personal. Perhaps I should think my wording more carefully as many in this group also mistook my meaning..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 11:54:02</strong>
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				Aberik nods and replies; "Well, if I can detect the mark or magic of it's aura from the journal we could locate the thief in closer range then. Only around one foot thick wood and stone blocks some more potent auras. Also no doubt the rival family would seek something in tome to use against you as argument regarding your marriage plans with your husband to be."<br><br><em>Quite number fishy parts in her tale, but not caring much so long she pays.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 16:02:09</strong>
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				Rose had to hide her smile of mixed amusement and pity towards the uncivilized elf. One might have expected their kind to be able to pick up some manners over their decades, or perhaps they stayed children forever.<br><br>Anyways, she took the scrap of fabric. By itself it wasn't of much use, but if they found someone with a similar color and tear in his or her clothes... <strong>"A crime, a location, a clue! Friends, we have all we need for a quest, so let us tarry no longer!"</strong> She put on a bit - well, more than a bit - of airs with her pronouncement. Making good on her intention to begin right away, she gave a parting bow began to head for the stairs down to leave. <strong>"With your leave, lady Kara."</strong><br><br>As she passed by the red-cloaked man who probably was a wizard, given his familiarity with magic, she had something to whisper for his ears only, or at least, not for their employer to overhear. <strong>"Come with me, I have a favour to ask of you... I'll make it worth your while."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 17:35:58</strong>
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				Aberik rolled his eyes on the noble lineaged woman's announcement while holding the blue fabric like a war flag. A amusing sight in own way but she spoke true; they had a clue, criminals location and know what crime took place. So time get to work. But when she passed him and made her whisper, he did not respond to it with nothing expect smallest of nods.<br><br><em>Worth my while? Would she offer coin or her body? Just hope she does not demand impossible of me.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ulthakptah</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 02:41:55</strong>
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				Seeing the familiar come out to stare at him Wil couldn't help but make childish faces at the cat. Crossing his eyes, sticking his tongue out, and such, if he had been right about the cat being a magical pet of the witch he figured it was smart enough to understand the gestures. But play time would not last long as there was still that other eight thousand gold to earn.<br><br>Wil did roll his eyes when his suspicions were confirmed and he had revived yet another job about infidelity. Well she didn't out right say it, but the only other secret that would put a snag in the marriage was if she was actually a soul siphoning demoness. Actually that just might be a possibility... He might have to read some of her diary to make sure her significant other isn't in some sort of danger.<br><br>Getting back to business, he walked up to Lady Kara. Out from his bag he produced a quill, an ink well, and some parchment. <strong>"This may seem like an odd request but I think a sample of your hand writing would prove useful with this task. Please write the all the alphabets you know and end it with a signature."</strong> He handed over the quill and set down the rest of the supplies. <strong>"Seeing as we are after a piece of your writing, I would like a point of reference just in case we are handed a decoy. I'm sure the mages wouldn't mind if you provided a drawing of the seal on the journal either."</strong> He motioned to Aberik and Kiira.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Togashi</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 06:12:16</strong>
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				"I will give you no such thing. But I will give you this..." Lady Kara said, rolling her eyes.<br><br>She reached behind her before revealing a small empty bag. Opening it she reached in, burrying her arm up to the bicep as she rummaged around, though the bag itself gave no signs that her arm was even inside it. She pulled out a smal book. It was smaller than the average book. Tossing it on the table she sinched the bag shut and put it back behind herself. Opening the book she began flipping through the pages, her eyes scanning over whatever was there.<br><br>When she found whatever she was looking for she turned the book around, revealing it to the gathered group. The page was full of a hand drawn image of what appeared to be a pendant with details written at the bottom of the page and in the margins. Apparently whatever this symbol was, there was nothing there written in.<br><br><em>A symbol of power, and magic, this pendant bears great potential. The symbol itself is said to be linked to a powerful treasure.</em><br><br>The symbol on the was a series of circles, one was a simple white circle within a black circle, framed with another white circle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Meliai</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 08:20:34</strong>
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				Pulling ink, pen and parchment from her rucksack Kiira carefully sketches out a copy of the arcane symbol, folding up the drawing and sliping it into her pocket as soon as it's dry. <br><br>"Well, I'm sure we've taxed our poor gracious host enough for a lifetime. Given the delicate nature of the situation we should get a move on as soon as possible. It sounds as if at least some of us are looking to give teamwork a try, perhaps everyone so inclined should meet up at the city gates after they've acquired whatever...additional supplies they might need? In, say, an hour's time?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 11:07:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b8/Kamiki_Kitsune_by_transfuse.jpg)</div>Tymaleena Amblecrown<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">AC:&nbsp; 16<br>Aura:&nbsp; +1 Listen, Spot, and Initiative<br>Other:&nbsp; <br>Damage:&nbsp; 0<br>Status Effects:&nbsp; <br><br>Mood:&nbsp; Entertained<br></div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The redhead occasionally nodded in quite approval at the questions being asked, or rolled her eyes gently at the amusing behavior of some of her soon to be companions.&nbsp; Her fellow redhead brought a particular smile to her lips.&nbsp; <em>What wonderful arrogance.&nbsp; It may well surpass her beauty.&nbsp; I wonder if the radiant hope coming off of her is tied to the blessing of Sune?</em>&nbsp; Sune—a popular and powerful divinity—was goddess of passion and beauty.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>I don’t imagine I’ll see the top of her nose this entire journey, but I can already tell she’s good for a laugh.&nbsp; I’ll protect her.</em>&nbsp; With those thoughts, the Paladin’s senses began to ever so subtly, ever so slightly, heighten.&nbsp; Images became subtly sharper, sounds clearer.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A red brow arched as she regarded the priestess.&nbsp; The girl gave off a pleasant mix of priestly serenity and feminine adorability.&nbsp; What caught her attention though, was the unfamiliar symbold.&nbsp; Something sun themed, but she couldn’t place it.&nbsp; <em>I suppose it’s something to do with Lathander’s faith.&nbsp; The Morninglord’s people are fond of new ideas.&nbsp; Why should that exclude a new desing for their amulet’s of faith?</em>&nbsp; Green eyes regaurded the priestess with quite affection.&nbsp; <em>I’ll protect her too.</em>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As she went around the room,, regaurding each of her newfound companions, they each experienced the heightening of their senses.&nbsp; IT was very subtle, though, mostly because she wasn’t that powerful.&nbsp; She doubted many would notice.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Finally, the redhead spoke up, “Tymaleena Amblecrown.&nbsp; The town gaem in an hour?&nbsp; That’s cutting it a bit close in a city this size, but I’ll be there.&nbsp; I know a place to aquire enchanted blades and hope they’ll take my old one in partial payment.&nbsp; Anyone care to join me?&nbsp; We should probably show a bit of extra caution with all this coin bulging on our belts.”&nbsp; The redhead loaded the top of her chainmail miniskirt with six leather bags of coin that amounted to her share.&nbsp; She paused to see if anyone would join her, then headed out to see if she could at last acquire an enchanted blade.&nbsp; (Failing that, one of those magical haversacks might be nice…)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 20:34:09</strong>
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				Aberik likewise like Kiira took a parchment and sketched the symbol and also memorisized it much as possible (along with memorisizing lady's handwriting top of that). Once done he rolls parchment once ink is dry and discussion goes to buying and purchasing goods he replies; "I need buy some scrolls really so I will catch up with you in the enchanter's store." With that said Aberik goes to downstairs and tries locate Rose, to figure out what favor she is seeking and what offer she has in mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackcatotaku</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 20:43:24</strong>
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				"I will be attempting to purchase scrolls myself as well, although I may be seeking some of the materials from Pelor's temple.&nbsp; I would be interested in seeing what kind of weaponry this enchanter you speak of would be able to imbue... Where might this shop be located?" the way the chain mail clad woman spoke of the store it sounded like it may be somewhere hidden in the city. It was a large place so what Tymaleena said was true caution was best in such a populated place. She was eager to get to know some of her new traveling companions but found herself slightly tongue tied after the way people were approaching the task at hand unsure how to broach the subject of exchanging openly what their specialties were.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 22:02:28</strong>
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				Sampson mentally guffawed at Lady Kara's tale of love, and at the blue-haired maiden's reaction to it, <em><strong>You can keep your love, I've found it more trouble then it's worth.</strong></em> Giving a sidelong glance at the rest of the party, Sampson gauged the dispositions of the rest of the party as the arcane-inclined pondered over the symbol given to them; from mirthful exuberance by the wild red-haired woman, to mild indifference to... A silly face?<br><br><em><strong>What is he-</strong></em> Sampson abruptly thought as he noticed Will making faces towards the Sorceress's cat. A grown man playing the child, in the middle of a meeting with an employer no less! The petulant display garnered a critical glare at the man, as much because of the lack of respect towards their Benefactor as it was mild disgust at the action, "<strong>soon sounds good</strong>" the Mercenary stated, his gaze turning from the man to the Elf, "<strong>as I've always said, if it's worth doing, it's worth doing fast.</strong>"<br><br>Lumbering over to the chest, the massive mercenary shut the wooden lid of the coffer with a meaty <em>slam</em> and a faint <em>clink</em> of the lock mechanism. Gripping the handles on each side, Grimrock let out a light, guttural grunt as he lifted the heavy chest with apparent ease, belying the immense strength of the soldier. Turning to face the group, his eyes lingered on Tymaleena as he asked, "<strong>let's go shopping, shall we?</strong>"<br><br>Without even seeing the responses of the others, Sampson walked out of the room with Amblecrown... With everyone's share in tow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 04:06:44</strong>
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				Rose's smiling face hid the impatience she was feeling. <em>Finally! A minute more and I'd have dragged them out by the ears myself.</em> Her actual spoken words were somewhat more diplomatic.&nbsp; <strong>"It's decided then! We shall meet at the gates, saddled up and ready to ride, in an hour's time - or two. Some of us do prefer to give our shopping the proper time and respect it deserves, you know."</strong> She sniffed haughtily.<br><br>In the lower floor of the Purple Wyrm Inn, Rose sought out Aberik to explain her proposal. But not too much. <strong>"Shall we split ways and obtain supplies first, and then meet at the library in an hour's time? Our task should not take longer than an hour, and we will be able to rejoin the others before the allocated two hours is up. Oh, and you can call me Rose."</strong><br><br><hr><br>After receiving the wizard's answer, Rose made sure to liberate her share of the gold from the self-designated pack mule before she began her prowling the streets for bargains. The first destination was a bower. The dame put down her old longbow and explained her predicament. <strong>"Master Bower, as you can see, I have need to upgrade my bow. It is reasonably well crafted, to be sure, but it has ninety-nine siblings and all hundred were made by an apprentice and meant for generic everymen. I need a bow suitable for a dame, of the finest craftsmanship and with a draw customized for me. You know how dangerous the lands are nowadays - will you be able to help me?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ulthakptah</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 04:40:19</strong>
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				The way Lady Kara reacted to a simple request made Wil ponder how honest she was being with them. From the way she responded it was if he had asked for the life of her first born son. The gears in his mind click for a moment. It wasn't until she showed the book that it made sense to him. The reason why she didn't want to offer her hand writing is because it would only lead him astray. Seems this was no longer a job about the tangled love lives of wealthy nobles, but of something of greater power.<br><br>Wil Gave Lady Kara a look that meant he was wise to her game as he rolled up his writing supplies. Without another word to her he turned and walked out of the room. Downstairs he would scoop up his up front fee, He had always wanted one of those magic bags that hold more than they could, and this should be enough gold for it. "I suggest watching your backs. This job is not nearly as straight forward as Lady Kara lead on. I'll see you all in an hour." After his ominous words, Wil wandered off. He had some shopping to do. He would need to find a place that sells magical objects, and he also needed to pick up a couple blank leather journals.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 07:56:31</strong>
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				Aberik met with Rose downstairs, hearing her request he nods and replies; "Okay, sounds fine to me. See you hour at library. You can call me Aberik." With that Aberik heads out into market with rest of the group, taking his share to buy some scrolls and single wand. Then go purchase himself a light warhorse with saddle and feed. Once trusting horse to one party members he heads to library meet with Rose.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Shopping List</div><div class="spoiler_body">I purchase Wand of Melf's Acid Arrow (with 10 charges), 900gp<br>I purchase following scrolls to be studied later and added to spellbook (along the price is ink+material needed to add them to spellbook); Locate Object (300gp), Rope Trick (300gp), Bull's Strenght (300gp)<br>I purchase then following; Light Warhorse (150gp), riding saddle + saddlebags (34gp), bit and bridle (2gp), feed for 10 days (5sp) = 186gp, 5sp<br>GP left from initial pay; 13gp, 5sp<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Togashi</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 02:45:09</strong>
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				"Well my lady, I suppose I can help you out. I can give you thirty-seven gold and five silver for your bow. And I can sell you a bow for sure. There are those over there." the Orc said, moving over to the bows he was selling. "They're harder to set in order from easiest here, to hardest over there. Find one you can ready, give it a few draws, and if you want it, I'll sell it to you my lady."<br><br><hr><br>Lady Kara glared at Wil as he left. When they were all gone she moved to one of the windows, watching them leave, counting them one by one as she folded her hands in front of her. Her knight moved to stay next to her. Her eyes narrowed as she watched Wil leave, and she was sure he had figured a few things out. Smiling gently she turned to her knight and caressed his helmet in plain view of everyone. It was almost the kind of touch one gave a lover or pet. There was obvious affection.<br><br>(If anyone that hasn't gone shopping yet wants, they may make a spot check. My dice ID again is 39953)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 16:51:11</strong>
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				Rose tried out a few of the bows until she found one whose draw suited her. <strong>"I'll take this one, please."</strong> She left her old bow and a decent pile of gold coins behind, and left with her new acquisition.<br><br><hr><br>The dame stopped by the temple for a healing wand, the stables for feed for her warhorse, and the market for a bedroll in preparation for a few days of travel. Then she headed for the library, arriving later than Aberik but not too much later.<br><br><strong>"Have you heard of the house of Aganem, master Aberik?"</strong> she asked him rhetorically, stepping inside the library, and continued before he had a chance to reply, <strong>"if you have not, that is because they - and their castle - were destroyed in an arcane accident a century ago. How strange it is then Lady Kara, engaged to Lord Marcus Erithiam, would be accompanied by a bodyguard bearing the insignia of Aganem instead of the house of Erithiam to which she will soon be wed?</strong><br><br>She spun on her heel to face him, her hair swishing behind her like a scarlet breeze, with eyes as excited as her voice. <strong>"Don't you see? The journal must contain their letters to one another, filled with the torrents of their declarations of unwavering though forbidden love gushing from their breasts! This is why Lady Kara is so adamant on retrieving it and equally insistent that no one bring its contents to light. This may well be the scandal of the year! There must be a surviving heir, or even several members, of Aganem, and if their tale is not recorded here somewhere"</strong> - here she waved a sweeping gesture at the bookcases around them - <strong>"then it might as well not be recorded at all. What say you, should we begin our search?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 18:25:05</strong>
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				Aberik listened Rose's question and he shook his head and said; "I know very little about nobles and nobility." Which is true as in land of Thay is ruled by wizards than traditional nobles or landlords anyways. But he seemed recall the event century ago historically speaking and he replies; "Yes, the accident is well known both historically and also as curious source of study how or why it occured." When Rose told more and about the odd knight in the room he watched her excited expression he replies; "Okay, I see why you called me here. You know better than me any noble referances while I can find historic and arcane referances of said subject. However digging this sort of stuff would no doubt anger our employer and the mysterious survivors of house Aganem who may be laying low since the disaster. So considerable personal risks involved in just research said thing. You told me before you make it worth of my while.....could you clarify a bit what your exactly offering to me if we find something?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackcatotaku</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 18:36:03</strong>
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				Frowning Arlana was found it prudent but worrying that Sampson had taken the rest of the gold biting her lip slightly she wasn't certain she should broach him about it but figured she might convince him to accompany her first to the temple. "Good sir, I'm sorry Sampson was it? I would very much like to visit my temple to Pelor first, if you are looking for healing items or blessings they may be able to help. I'm hoping to ask them about enchanting some of my items as they usually are happy to help those who are doing good works... With that in mind would you mind terribly if I retrieved my portion. Unless that is you will be accompanying me that way? Oh that would be delightful to bring you both," She smiled broadly her hood removed her long blue hair cascading down past her shoulders to end at her waist. She was clearly addressing both Sampson and Amblecrown. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 23:46:33</strong>
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				Rose looked shocked. <strong>"What am I offering? Did you not listen to me properly? Very well, I shall repeat myself but once more for you: this may well by the scandal of the year! Imagine the noblewomen who will do next to anything to hear the latest gossip from you! The parties you will be invited to! Yes, even though you have no noble title yourself - so, does it not sound like its own reward?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 00:34:59</strong>
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				Aberik looks with same expression as he asked before about payment even when Rose explained her case. So Aberik replies likewise slowly; "So, your asking me work for free for you to gain benefit which mostly benefits you. If commoners would be invited for gossip alone to noble's parties, the parties would be a lot more lively what I remember them. Do not take offense if I ask some more....in <em>hand held</em> reward than getting chance invited to parties to gossip around."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 06:58:36</strong>
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				<strong>"Well, if you do not appreciate the finer things of life..."</strong> Rose sighed and leaned&nbsp; loser to Aberik. <strong>"I suppose you will be wanting a more physical reward?"</strong> She pulled off her gauntlets, one after the other, the better to run her hands along his chest. <strong>"I cannot imagine that gold will persuade you, as you have been already promised so much of it already. But perhaps..."</strong> Her fingers danced dangerously lower as she whispered into his ear, <strong>"I can hold something of yours in my hand?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 14:55:27</strong>
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				Aberik watched when Rose removed her gauntlets and he kept his poker face on but raised eye brow when she made her suggestion. Aberik replies by whispering back to Rose; "I never mind gold, as studies in arcane are expensive pursuits. But I am open minded for favor to favor. I help you dig information what you need, and in return you show me what Sune teaches about <em>appreciation of beauty</em> without using words, I have some academic curiosity about religious education. But as I said before doing this carries big risks, so I would want quite <em>thorough</em> education if possible."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 16:58:19</strong>
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				Rose let her fingers and lips speak for her for a little while. She nibbled on his ear as she slipped her hand underneath his robes until she found his manhood. Straddling his thigh, she drew herself up against him as she cupped his balls. <strong>"Yes, I believe I can teach you something about appreciation of beauty,"</strong> she purred-<br><br>Without warning her fingers closed around Aberiks's jewels in a vice-like grip. Sure that she had his undivided attention she continued in the same husky drawl as before, <strong>"And the first lesson is, you have to be alive to appreciate beauty. You go and find the journal and bring it back to Lady Kara like a good boy, and she will tell the mystery man of Aganem to give you your reward. Eight thousand gold, I believe? Perhaps some spare change as a tip or bonus as well? But you just might find out the hard way that he has kindly packaged your payment in an easy-to-carry form, say a flaming sword, and to prove his friendship he will even demonstrate its keen edge on the nearest dummy, like you and your neck."</strong><br><br>She planted a kiss on his cheek before she let go of him and stood straight again. <strong>"Now, I am going to use what fraction of an hour we have left to try to learn whether we are going after something worth killing all of us for or merely a diary of bad love poems, and if I were you, I would do the same as well."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 18:22:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U60bw0FTRHA/TiTrp2QOXCI/AAAAAAAAAHk/rPecVzpK2qc/s1600/AnimeMaleMage.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aberik Dalmer (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158814.msg7306054#msg7306054)</strong></span><br><strong>Where:</strong> Baldur's Gate, local library<br><strong>With:</strong> Rose<br><hr><br>Aberik enjoyed so far attention of her fingers and lips, she reached to his manhood and noticed he did shave underneath folds of his robes. Also even if he has femine looks the growing bulge so far could be counted promising to explore. He flinched though when she suddenly gripped his nuts and grithed his teeth and looked his best as if nothing painful pressure was not surrounding his nuts. He listened her pointers and when she reached on sarcastic sweet point of using said flaming sword, his reward, tested on his neck he replied with slight groan; "Point taken mylady." When Rose kissed on his cheek and unleashed his balls from her grip and told what to do he fixed his robes back properly tight and replied; "Okay, let's check the library then for clues."<br><br><em>It would fit for my master I guess, send me here and specifically asking me get employed by this woman and get the tome so he can check it and then send me to death of said woman if contents or exchistence of whole book should be erased. After all to red wizards apprentices, clumsy and dumb ones at least, were expendable.</em><br><br>With that thought for sake of self-preservation he searches the library for any clues what he and Rose are looking for.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 21:11:08</strong>
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				"<strong>I'm no sir, just Sampson</strong>" the Mercenary replied brusquely to Arlana. The woman was asking for both her share and a possible escort to her temple... But from the way she was insisting on company, her motives appeared more complex then that. Luckily for the both of them, by the time she caught up with the pair they were already in view of the Enchanter's, so it was the easiest thing to ask Arlana to wait for a moment as Grimrock ducked into the building, where the massive mercenary expected to stay for hours on end as the Artificers within performed their binding magic...<br><br>"<strong>That fast?!</strong>" Sampson was heard exclaiming to no one in particular as he walked out of the Enchanter's mere minutes after, axe in one hand and the chest hauled under his arm. The blade in his hand seemed much as it was before; the supple leather grip appeared soft and solid in the hands, the grey steel of the axe blade perhaps seemed a bit more lustrous, with the edge as viciously sharp as ever. If there was any indication of the blade's newly enchanted qualities, it was how the weapon seemed to exude a sense of <em>timelessness</em>; there was no doubting the leather would be untouched by rot, nor the blade itself would never suffer from the rigors of rust and time. It seemed like the ideal Battleaxe, yet with that extra bit more.<br><br>"<strong>Will you believe it? The process took less time than counting out the coins</strong>" Sampson continued to exclaim in excitement, surprise and annoyance to Arlana as he motioned for her to lead on to the temple, "<strong>Mages, bah! They're making a killing with their Arcane talents. They're too clever for their own good</strong>" The statement made the Mercenary' smirk as though in remembrance, adding, "<strong>yet all the guile in the world won't stop an axe to the gut. Some mages learned that the hard way back when I was doing some knifework in Tethyr...</strong>" Looking down at the woman beside him, he realized it was best to stop before Arlana got an earful of his exploits and conquests, causing him to give the blue-haired maiden a wane smile before looking at the streets ahead of them, "<strong>... But that's a tale better told with a drink in hand.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackcatotaku</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 22:16:36</strong>
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				Although the artificer seemed like a tempting notion she was eager to see what her temple would provide her while on her quest. Pleased when he returned after such a short time she worried as she puttered around the front watching people coming and going on the bustling streets that they may not have had time for both stops. Listening with rapt attention when he began his story she looked almost disappointed when he didn't finish his tale, working at the temple they often had travelers who would regale them with stories from their adventures. <br><br>Continuing along at a good pace she began to ascend the stair case that led to the modest white painted building with the only embellishment on the structure was a large golden emblem that looked like a fiery sun with a face protruding from the center. It was the symbol of her god it matched the same decoration on her cloak and the symbol that was&nbsp; freely swaying around her neck. It was clear to see how she got her toned legs, the staircase was not only vast but steep and she often had to travel into the town to get supplies and transfer messages making for several trips up and down these towering stairs. Once at the top she had a broad smile on her face as she greeted with a low curtsy one of the priests who came to greet them. <br><br>"Greetings Emanuel, I wonder if you could spare a moment to help me look over the inventory. I had hoped that there might be some items I could pay to obtain from our chambers rather than at the merchants? I believe I have found my calling to aid a noble women with retrieval of an object form some bandits that plagued our fair city. While the shops below offer modest prices I'm certain that a sincere follower of our path, the temple could depart with some objects to help fulfill a task that our god sent me on?" She said smiling as she bartered with the older man for some of the goods she wanted to obtain from the temple.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Togashi</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 22:52:21</strong>
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				"Well for your duty I suppose I can give you a discount." the priest said, nodding gently as he smiled lightly as he bartered with the lovely woman.<br><br>While this was happening a tall priest in extravigant robes approached, a knight walking behind him carrying a small chest. The old man smiled at the sight of the blue haired woman, and approached. The staff he carried was tall, especially on his hunched frame, his body leaning against it for support. This was the High Priest Kal. He was a kindly old man but only had one eye. The other was replaced with a bright shimmering gem set in the socket. He gazed the young cleric over and turned his attention to her escort before he stepped back and nodded at the knight.<br><br>"The High Priest seemed to know you would be here... He's brought you this." the knight said, opening the chest in his arms. "He hopes you'll use it in good health."<br><br>Inside was a simple looking leather belt with three shimmering and glowing moon stones. It glowed with an obvious magical aura, but what it did was anyone's guess.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackcatotaku</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 22:59:11</strong>
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				Her whole face turned a brilliant scarlet as she drew in a gasp that was quite audible as she repressed her emotion just enough to bow deep and low to the high priest. Accepting the gift trying not to appear overly eager she lifted it in her hands wondering what the object would do and was overwhelmed with joy that he saw fit to bestow it upon her.&nbsp; Answering the knight as that was the appropriate decorum as her chest swelled with pride making her cleavage inadvertently more pronounced. <br><br>"Please tell the High Priest that I am ever grateful for his generosity and will do my utmost to bring honor to our God. Thank you from the bottom of my heart."&nbsp; She managed to maintain her composure as she straightened and gave a smile full of gratitude to the High Priest. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Meliai</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 07:46:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">&nbsp; (https://dl.dropbox.com/u/42499880/Elliquiy/Kiira.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Kiira Vanessaril</strong></span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158814.msg7302445#msg7302445)</div><hr><br>As the group began to filter out, off to complete errands or tie up whatever loose ends they had dangling before the journey began, Kiira gave Lady Kara a wink and a charming smile, saluting as she walked backwards towards the door. "Thank you for your patronage, m'lady! We'll have that book back to you before the ink on the last page is dry," she said before disappearing back into the throng of people crowding the lower level of the tavern. Of course she trusted the noblewoman about as far as she could throw her, but it rarely paid to let people know that.<br><br>Her first stop was the stables. A few honeyed words and an exchange of coins and she left her new mount to be fitted with gear while she went to find the others and, more importantly, her share of the big box full of money. The half-naked redhead had said something about the enchanter's and, lo and behold, when she neared the magic shop she could just see the tall, musclebound fellow's head above the crowd in the distance. <br><br>By the time she caught up with them the splinter of the group had stopped outside a church. It wasn't one of Tymora's so Kiira paid it no mind, slipping in front of the gold-toting warrior and holding up a hand for him to stop. "If you don't mind, I'll be taking my cut of those coins before you run off again Mr. Bear."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 09:42:09</strong>
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				Aberik studied in library good of the hour, after some disturping encounter with a talking book he did find some quite interesting things.....once most hour was over Aberik met with Rose again and asked; "Found anything?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 18:34:48</strong>
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				<strong>"As I expected, there was little information of use, although I did find the name of one fellow, Black Knight Alearion, member of the royal family, expert with the blade. So now we have a name to match to that mystery knight of Lady Kara's, and that is a start, even if it is not much. How went the search on your end?"</strong><br><br>She would gather her horse and belongings and make her way to the gate to rejoin the rest of her new companions, ready to venture forth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 19:29:07</strong>
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				Adrian replied; "There are three odds and ends what the book could be, besides lame love letter diary. Cannot tell which one without examining the book. One may be related to somekind Nether Scroll and some mad mage likely blew up their mansion going after it, one related to the family went playing demonlogist and summoning balor which likely blew up the mansion and it being his diary which is enchanted not to never burned or get rid of. Or lastly bloodline records which would prove family's royal degreed claim on Tethyr's or Cormyr's throne."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>20-12-2012, 06:27:12</strong>
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				Walking with Arlana proved to be a silent affair. Although Sampson initially believed retelling old tales of foes vanquished would be ultimately flat, given the environment, the blue-haired woman seemed more than interested in his stories. "<strong>Oh don't give me that look</strong>" Sampson said with faux irritation to the maiden's look of disappointment, "<strong>I'll be more than happy to give a tale come nightfall, setting's just as important as the words, you know.</strong>"<br><br>The setting facing Grimrock now was the modest abode for the Priests of the Sun Father, the only sign of displayed wealth being the massive golden symbol of her Order. As Sampson stood to merely admire the piece (and ponder how much it's worth) Arlana was busy climbing the many steps to the building itself, a view of the maiden Sampson wasn't all too disappointed in having. Realizing he was about to be left outside standing listlessly, Sampson took a step forward to join her...<br><br>... And was promptly stopped by the arrival of Kiira, the graceful Elf blocking his way as she asked for her share. Giving an amused grunt at her comment on his striking resemblance to big, angry wildlife, Sampson put his battleaxe away before lugging the chest to his front, unlatching the coffer as he replied, "<strong>Mister eh? Now <em>that's</em> something I don't often hear. You know, if you're so worried about me running off you should stick around me more often</strong>" he gave a faint, impish grin as he added, "<strong>I certainly wouldn't mind.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Still gotta drop by the stables for some horses, but otherwise we're ready to go</strong>" Sampson stated as he looked up at Arlana, seeing just in time as an important-looking priest was giving the young woman a belt of sorts, his gaze kept on the actions of the priestess as he finished telling Kiira, "<strong>you're welcome to come with us.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kdyami</strong> on <strong>20-12-2012, 11:34:22</strong>
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				Mingan grumbled as the man in armor walked away with his money but decided it was best for everyone. As they got downstairs Mingan took a bag of money from the pile grunting his thanks. "Gates, one hour, Ill be there." And whith that he was lost in thought and out the back door. <hr>Mingan knew right were he was headed. There was a fence he knew of who always carried 'creative' items. He didn't specialize in armor or weapons or potions or scrolls or anything like that. He sold things he affectionately called trinkets. They were odd and ends for adventurers looking for items outside of normality. Mingan walked in and asked to see the trinkets and after haggling for a bit decided to purchase a berry pouch and a bracelet of preservation. Before leaving the store<hr>Mingan made his way to a local stable and purchased the most mild mannered horse he could find for sale as well as tackle and food for the horse. Mingan didn't like riding but liked it more the rough terrain in a wagon and he didn't know where this quest would take them. Besides that woman with the pointy stick was tagging along so accommodations for horses would need to be found anyway. So Mingan made his way to the front gate and sat on his heels next to his horse casually playing with his knife waiting for the others to arrive.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackcatotaku</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 21:54:08</strong>
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				Collecting a few potions, scrolls and other various items she assembled them in a pack after she had put the belt around her waist that the High Priest had presented to her. Shuffling down the steps she approached Sampson and gave a fond smile to Kiira in welcoming. "Thank you for waiting I apologize for some delay I had not expected to run into the High Priest." she tried to say that in a matter of fact way while she was still beaming from the encounter not wanting to brag. "I do not think we have been formally introduced, my name is Arlana Halifax." she inclined her head to Kirra.<br><br>Adjusting the belt and bag a bit on her person before she looked between them sensing a bit of tension but not really understanding it she carefully continued. "So where shall we go next? I believe all the business I needed to conduct has been concluded for the moment and as you accompanied me so graciously I would be happy to accompany you wherever in the city you needed to collect supplies?" she took for granted that Kirra was probably joining them as sh recognized her from the inn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 03:53:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b8/Kamiki_Kitsune_by_transfuse.jpg)</div>Tymaleena Amblecrown<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">AC:&nbsp; 16<br>Aura:&nbsp; +1 Listen, Spot, and Initiative<br>Other:&nbsp; <br>Damage:&nbsp; 0<br>Status Effects:&nbsp; <br><br>Mood:&nbsp; I can has toys.&nbsp; <br></div></div><br>&nbsp; Tymaleena arrived at the front gate on a the back of a spirited little mare with a peanut butter colored coat.&nbsp; The redhead was quite pleased with the magical gew-gaw's she'd acquired, and the comfort of the saddle in which she sat.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; "Is everybody here yet?" the redhead inquired.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Togashi</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 04:25:06</strong>
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				"Nobody here but old Stocky..." an older male said.<br><br>Coming out of a stable, the man smiled. He was dressed in simple clothes with a long mustache on his face. He wore a simple hat on his head, and if he had any hair it had to be hidden under it all. He was wiping his hands with a simple piece of cloth, smiling as he looked the red haired warrior over. He quirked an eyebrow as he stood there, his hand coming up to his facial hair, playing with it lightly.<br><br>"Old Stocky's feelin' mighty healthy. Bit too healthy if you ask me." he said, not appearing to talk to anyone in particular as he stared off into space.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 05:21:58</strong>
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				"<strong>Just need to get a tent and a wagon</strong>" Sampson said in response to Arlana as he watched her approach the pair. Turning to Kiira, Sampson gave a smirk before lugging the now-empty chest over his shoulder, "<strong>time to get moving</strong>." Whether Kiira joined them or not, Sampson left with Arlana to go to the General Store to buy a tent, then it was onto the stables near the city gates for the final purchase.<br><br>Sampson chose to acquire a pair of mules to pull the wagon, stating it's best to "<strong>leave the grunt work to the creatures bred for it, rather than waste a horse on the job.</strong>" After fixing the harnesses onto the beasts, the Mercenary unceremoniously threw his stuff (chest included) into the back of the wagon before moving to meander with those who have already taken to waiting near the gates.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackcatotaku</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 16:52:32</strong>
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				Arlana nodded in agreement with Sampson, the mules seemed strong and of good stock from what she could tell but not having much practice with animals it was hard for her to tell entirely. So instead she left it up to her party mate to make the decision on wither the cart and mules seemed proper for their tasks. Assisting in paying she thought it would be good to contribute as she might need to use it on occasion and if they caught their robber well then they could bind him or her and put them in the back of the wagon instead of dragging them around.&nbsp; Following him to the gates she looked around to see who from their unceremonious company was gathered. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Togashi</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 23:25:51</strong>
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				"Excuse me! Please! Please, I need to get to Soubar!" a woman cried, looking around at the various travelers that were readying to leave, wherever they were going. "Please! I'll pay! I mean I don't have much gold but I'm sure we can work something out!"<br><br>Her long green hair was pulled into a side ponytail, and still despite the high arc it was put up in, it came down just past her shoulder. Her skin had a pretty deep tan and seemed to indicate her heritage. She wore a white short sleeved, top that left her midriff quite exposed. The fringes that clung to her arms were blue with red triangles in an almost tribal pattern and she had a red flower clasp between her breasts. The white wrap she wore around her waist came down to her mid-calf, but from the mid thigh down it opened, exposing her legs. This too bore the tribal pattern her shirt did. Her shoes were short healed, but fancy for someone that didn't have any money. Around her neck was a white choker, with a bright frilly pink fringe and a soft amber triangle set in the center as a clasp<br><br>She wasn't overly ample, but slender, and curvy in all the right places. She frowned as she watched the last one walk away. She grumbled and bit her lower lip as she stood there, her deep hazel eyes looking over at a group of men who were leering at her. She didn't want to approach them but she was quickly running out of options. But despite everything she tried everyone else seemed to ignore her.<br><br>"Please? Wont anyone help me?" she begged.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ulthakptah</strong> on <strong>28-12-2012, 00:48:03</strong>
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				Wil had a pretty standard time. He went and bought his magic bag. He even managed to talk the price down a little. He also stopped by a general goods store to pick up some journals as well as some rations for the trip. It didn't take him long to accomplish these tasks and soon found himself at the rendezvous spot. He saw the bard talking to some old stable hand. He didn't see much interest in that. He just slumped down to the ground next to the wall. He would take all the items from his old bag and stash them into his new improved one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 05:43:06</strong>
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				<strong>"See? Now we know better who else may by after this journal other than ourselves. Thank you for your help, Aberik. That wasn't so hard, was it? Now, if you would like to learn more about <em>appreciation of beauty</em> in a less <em>underhanded</em> manner, we might be able to arrange something in the evening after we make camp."</strong> Rose gave Aberik a wink.<br><br><hr><br>Rose was already seated on her white warhorse, Titania (who despite the name was actually a stallion), and was practicing some simple equestrian tricks to pass the time when the wails of the woman in distress caught her attention. A quick glance confirmed that she was in no immediate danger, so the paladin took the time to activate her evil-detecting senses and perform a quick sweep before getting involved. She looked at the woman and nodded to herself, frowned when her gaze passed over the leering men, and started in surprise when she happened to look over in Aberik's direction though she swiftly recomposed herself.<br><br>It was her duty both as a noble and as a paladin to protect the weak and innocent, so Rose had Titania step forward, in between the woman and the leering men. "Fair maiden, what ails you?" she asked, literally looking down at the woman, and though she didn't show it, figuratively as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 06:39:34</strong>
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				&nbsp; The redhead glanced momentarily at the paladin, then shook her head and slipped down from her horse to step up to the newcomer.&nbsp; "My name is Tymaleena.&nbsp; We're going to Soubar too.&nbsp; You can share my horse if you like."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 17:28:39</strong>
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				Aberik smirked on Rose's comment and replied; "It would take a lot more <em>persuasion</em> to let your hands upon my precious jewels again, I am hard to trust again those who had abused such privilegded trust. But true it was enligthening trip to the library."<br><hr><br>Aberik, unaware that Rose was scanning for evil and that her soul measuring gaze hit on Aberik and registered a sign of evil. Nothing supernatural kind nor being direct servant of evil, a merely mortal level darkness in his soul. Aberik was mounted on his freshly bought light warhorse, sitting on saddle in unaccustomed manner altough he had natural agility and reaction speed. He merely watched woman wail about and then others approached the woman and Aberik rolled his eyes on the sight and he came closer and said; "So long she can bring her own supplies and not slow us down I do not mind if we take extra passengers to the cart."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackcatotaku</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 19:45:48</strong>
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				Arlana smiled pleased to see her fellow travelers were eager to help the poor maiden who seemed to be so distraught. Walking in her direction but keeping some space as to not frighten the poor woman with all the different people addressing her at once she was sure it must be overwhelming. "You'll be quite safe if you travel with us, I am most certain. My name is Arlana Halifax, might I inquire what your name is?" she said in a friendly tone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 02:39:33</strong>
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				It appeared that the situation with the woman who needed a ride was under control, so Rose excused herself and stepped aside. She had a teasing retort for Aberik as she passed by, <strong>"Well, I had in mind something less <em>hands-on</em> and more of an <em>oral</em> lesson, but, I shall respect your decision to decline."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Togashi</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 03:20:30</strong>
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				"My name is Jean. I was part of a traveling circus. But we got separated." she said, looking down. "All I know is they were headed for Soubar. From there, I can track them down. I'm not defenseless.. I have... skills. But if I had the money for supplies I'd buy my own! I have no method of travel except for walking and I'd never survive a trek like that without rations... Everything I had was with them, the only property I have is what you see me wearing... Please, I can pay when we get there, or even work it off on the way..."<br><br>"Now, now. Don't y'all be gettin' any ideas. She's stayin' here. And if you have any problems my friends and I will just put you down..." one thug said, grinning.<br><br>The man moved forward to grab her by the hair. She grabbed his chest pushing as she struggled in his grip.<br><br>"Get away from me! I'm warning you!" she screamed.<br><br>An instant later the man was screaming, blue-white flames flaring up over his chest. He fell backwards, patting at them as he shuddered. His friends quickly ran, abandoning the man to his fate. Jean stood there, panting arms still out stretched, before she backed away.<br><br>"You crazy bitch! What the hell did you do that for?!" the injured man screamed. "GUARDS! SOMEONE! KILL THIS WITCH FOR ATTACKING ME!"<br><br>"Attacking you!? I DEFENDED MYSELF!" Jean cried out. "You all saw it! He attacked me first!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 03:39:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U60bw0FTRHA/TiTrp2QOXCI/AAAAAAAAAHk/rPecVzpK2qc/s1600/AnimeMaleMage.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aberik Dalmer (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158814.msg7306054#msg7306054)</strong></span><br><strong>Where:</strong> At gates, mounted on horse<br><strong>With:</strong> Rose, Jen + rest of party + thugs<br><hr><br>When Rose made her teasing comment he replied; "To trust someone's talk to move my valor into den filled with sharp teeth the said person must hold my gold in their hands as token of trust under blessed name of lady of coin. Or be charmed towards me by spell of my words by name of Mystra. Or held under promise of Sune not close the cave entrance behind my valor. As said, I would need more persuasion to trust you again on such matters. As any man can be fooled once by any woman with pretty smile, but a true fool is fooled twice."<br><br>Then situation got heated with Jean and the thugs, suddenly a flare of <em>blue fire</em> exploded on man's chest?! Adrian's mind quickly analyzed what the fire was about while thugs started scream about witch craft and he with bored expression but firm voice spoke; "I advice you to back off as I do not plan spend whole day entertaining guards by telling how couple idiots got burned by <em>stage magic trick</em> by touching a woman unproperly. If your so damn horny go to the damn docks and get copper piece whore and but bag on her head and imagine it's her. But stop troubling and delaying from me going on my job or else I swear I will show you some <em>real</em> magic and you don't want see me to do that!"<br><br>Adrian reached to his spell component pouch while glaring on the guards in much menace what slim build girly man can do.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Aberik holds a readied action to cast color spray on the thugs (he moved in range to do so and cover some of them).<br><br>Iniative (if combat starts): 14 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=42969)<br>K:Arcana check: 27 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=42968)<br>Intimidate check: 20 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=42965)<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 06:18:07</strong>
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				Sampson paid little heed to the woman looking for someone to escort her to Soubar beyond a gaze at her frame, noting the others were taking care of the situation before he even took three steps away from his wagon; She was a pretty thing, but in the end will just be another mouth to feed along the way, <em><strong>although she might be able to pay with it, amongst other things</strong></em> Sampson noted, observing her lack of obvious forms of payment.<br><br>"<strong>I do not remember when I gave you authority over who does or does not use the wagon, considering I paid for it</strong>" Sampson firmly stated, eying up Aberik at his comment on taking passengers for the wagon. Although Aberik had the right of it, the fact he casually assumed another's property was his to use rubbed the Mercenary the wrong way. Sampson was preparing to say something else to the androgynous wizard before the woman began to yell, and the real fun seemed to begin.<br><br><em><strong>A sorceress eh?</strong></em> Sampson thought as he saw the woman ignite a thug's chest with foxfire, the sudden escalation in hostilities warming his blood as he began to reach for his axe, "<strong>looks like things are about to get real fun, real soon</strong>" Sampson said with obvious excitement as he glared at the thugs near Jean, hefting his battleaxe menacingly he declared, "<strong>just give me a reason to use this.</strong>"<br><br>With luck, they'll be stupid enough to give him one.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Actions:</strong><br><br>- Used Intimidate (1d20+5) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=42975) = 23<br>- Rolled Initiative (1d20+7) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=42974) = 8 (Nat 1!)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kdyami</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 07:32:46</strong>
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				Sighing heavily at the recent developments he rose to his feet near the gate on the opposite side of the street from the stables where the party had gathered to make their final purchases before heading out. He had no interest in this woman, and if she wanted to tag along he couldn't see a reason why she shouldn't.&nbsp; Pay or not, she had connections and rations were cheep, Not that she looked like she'd eat much of them anyway. And seeing his companions in agreement, even if begrudging, boded well that they would work amicably in the future.&nbsp; But now there was a group of thugs after this woman and he just knew the lady with the pointy stick was going to have something to say about that in a manner that tended to attract the city guard.&nbsp; So rather than resort to instigating violence immediately he followed Sampson's lead and try to scare them off, or at least make them initiate combat and claim self defense. "This is going to be fun," He laughed to himself.<br><br>Mingan drew his sword and giving a shout to clear the few innocent bystanders out of the way and making a path for him to walk towards the band of thugs that were impeding his departure made his way out of the crowed and into the street. <strong>stop troubling and delaying from me going on my job or else I swear I will show you some real magic and you don't want see me to do that!"</strong> said Aberik. "Oh please, don't mind the man in red," Mingan said addressing the gang of thugs, "I would simply love to watch him roast you alive. But I wouldnt mind fileting you myself," giving his sword a little flourish, "And obviously my friend with the ax over there agrees with me.&nbsp; What say you give it up and run off to those docks."&nbsp; Mingan flipped a gold piece to the bandit leader. "There now you can all have your own whore, scurry along before someone gets hurt."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Intimidate: At 2012-12-30 00:31:23, Mingan (uid: 37962) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 23 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=42977)<br>Initiative: At 2012-12-30 00:28:21, Mingan (uid: 37962) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 14 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=42976)<br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 15:14:03</strong>
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				<strong>"Now this should be interesting,"</strong> Rose murmured to herself as she guided Titania over to a good spot, while remaining at the outskirts of the brewing conflict. A good spot in this case was one that gave her clear lines of sight to each thug - and by extension, a clear line to charge at them if the situation deteriorated - while allowing her to also intercept any guards who might try to interfere. She had her lance in hand, though she rested it on her shoulder casually for now, to appear as unthreatening as an armored figure on an armored warhorse could be.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2012-12-30 09:59:40, Rose (uid: 39463) rolls: 1d20a1 Result: 5 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=43005) for initiative.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Meliai</strong> on <strong>31-12-2012, 06:25:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">&nbsp; (https://dl.dropbox.com/u/42499880/Elliquiy/Kiira.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Kiira Vanessaril</strong></span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158814.msg7302445#msg7302445)</div><hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159141.msg7413974#msg7413974">Quote from: MrBubbles on 20-12-2012, 06:27:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"<strong>Mister eh? Now <em>that's</em> something I don't often hear. You know, if you're so worried about me running off you should stick around me more often</strong>" he gave a faint, impish grin as he added, "<strong>I certainly wouldn't mind.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Still gotta drop by the stables for some horses, but otherwise we're ready to go</strong>" Sampson stated as he looked up at Arlana, seeing just in time as an important-looking priest was giving the young woman a belt of sorts, his gaze kept on the actions of the priestess as he finished telling Kiira, "<strong>you're welcome to come with us.</strong>"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159141.msg7430465#msg7430465">Quote from: blackcatotaku on 23-12-2012, 21:54:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Thank you for waiting I apologize for some delay I had not expected to run into the High Priest." she tried to say that in a matter of fact way while she was still beaming from the encounter not wanting to brag. "I do not think we have been formally introduced, my name is Arlana Halifax." she inclined her head to Kirra.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br>The elf returned Sampson's grin, flashing bright white teeth. In anyone face other than that of a pretty little elf, it might have looked almost predatory. "I find I work best when I'm not seen," she said, flipping her hair out of her eyes and opening the chest, "at least not until it's too late."<br><br>Deft fingers counted out a portion of glittering coins, transfering them to various hidden pockets on the petite girl's body, moving swiftly and silently enough that it was clear she had some experience in liberating money without attracting the notice of those who held it. "I'll keep your offer in mind though. I've got an errand of my own to run so I'm afraid I won't be enjoying any company until we're ready to leave, but I'm sure we'll all have plenty of time to make nice while we're on the road. Besides," The elf's grin broadened and she inclined her head towards the cleric emerging from her temple. "Looks like you've got company enough to keep you entertained already."<br><br>Pocketing the last of her share of the gold when Arlana approached, she gave the priestess a much less intimidating smile and dropped into an odd little half bow, half curtsy. "A pleasure to meet you! Such a pretty name, with an owner to match. You can call me..." the elf paused for a moment, bright blue eyes drifting up towards the sky as if she was trying to recall something. "Kiira. Kiira Vanessaril. As much as I'd love such fine company on my errands I'm afraid our time is running short, and I'd hate to make a poor impression on new allies by being late to our first meeting."<br><br>With one last bow, Kiira turned with a flourish and disappeared into the passing stream of pedestrians.&nbsp; <br><br><hr><br>Her errands complete, the sorceress approached the gates of the city leading her newly purchased mount. An unassuming looking leather satchel hung over her left shoulder; even if it hadn't been magic, all her worldly possessions would have easily fit inside it. She smiled to herself as she caught sight of a few familiar figures in the distance. She'd been on the run for longer than she couldn't rightly remember the last time she'd done anything that was the fun sort of exciting, rather than the am-I-going-to-be-caught-and-beheaded-tonight kind. Even the great likely hood that their too-generous benefactor was setting them up for something awful was a bit thrilling. <br><br>When the commotion began to break out she practically giggled, pausing in an alley just within earshot. Sharp eyes flicked from one adventurer to another. Though most were preparing for a fight, the seemed intent to scare the brute away rather than waste time beating him to a bloody pulp and having to defend themselves to the approaching guard. She nodded to herself and reached into her haversack, the item she was searching for leaping unbidden to the top. She quickly tied the bright pink silk sash, a component of a flashy dancer's outfit she'd picked up some months back, around her trim waist and ran towards the girl. "<strong>Jean!</strong> Oh gods Jean are you alright?" she shouted, taking the frightened girl by the shoulders and turning her so the approaching guards couldn't see her face. "<em>I'm Kiira. Play along.</em>" she whispered.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Initiative: 23 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=43016)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ulthakptah</strong> on <strong>31-12-2012, 14:01:40</strong>
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				Wil had been watching the events unfold from a distance. He had finish moving all his belongings from one bag to his old one, but still sat on the ground waiting for the group to be ready to leave. He watched as the elf in the party ran up in aid pretending to know the girl. Wil scoffed and muttered something under his breath. <strong>"I'll show her how one plays pretend."</strong> He reached up and ran a finger across his hat. Smoke rolled from it his appearance changing into a burly man with a mustache wearing the armor of the town guard. <br><br>Wil in disguise rose to his feet and walked to the thug. <strong>"Hold it there; I saw everything."</strong> He sort of eyed both the girl and the thug before turning to the thug. <strong>"Maybe I should lock you in stocks for a week, let you know how it feels to get publicly molested."</strong> He sauntered around back and looked down at the man's ass <strong>"Mmm yeah, I know some big orcs that would love a crack at that."</strong> He got a little closer so he could whisper in his ear. <strong>"I get enough time off duty I might even take a swing myself..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Togashi</strong> on <strong>31-12-2012, 16:05:16</strong>
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				The thug got to his feet, shaking from the intimidating spellcaster and barbarian that were shouting at him. He dusted himself off, and considered fleeing. He turned and stopped suddenly, approached by what appeared to be a town guard. He shook in terror, having already pissed himself. But as the guard spoke his eyes narrowed. This man certainly looked like a guard and acted like one. But NO guard would DARE talk to him like that. These people would pay, and he would make sure that his father knew of this incident.<br><br>The real guards, however were running, demanding the crowd clear the way. All were clad in platemail, with a pair of wizards surrounded by the others. They all moved forward quickly toward the group of adventurers, weapons drawn. The thug rushed forward to the guards, pointing at Jean and Kiira before whispering something. The man in charge nodded, listening to him before patting the man's shoulder gently.<br><br>"Go to your father sir. We'll handle this here." the captain said.<br><br>All carried long swords, and shields, the wizards holding tall staffs. They looked at the wizard, barbarian, and fake guard, leveling weapons toward them all.<br><br>"You will surrender and come with us. Where is the bitch that started this?!"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Combat order<br>Meliai: 23<br>Jean: 20<br>Guards: 19<br>Kdyami: 14<br>Zaer: 14<br>Bubbles: 8<br>blackcatotaku: 6<br>Autocad: 5<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackcatotaku</strong> on <strong>31-12-2012, 16:11:15</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: blackcatotaku rolled: 1d20<br>Comment: initiative<br>Result: 6,<br>Total: 6<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>31-12-2012, 16:17:05</strong>
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				Adrian raised his eye brow when the apparent thug whispered on the guard and the guard gently patted on man's shoulder and Adrian spoke; "Surrender because of what sir? We had done nothing here?" Adrian eyed the mages, checking the design of the staffs and try get measure of potential threat of said staves.....and if things come to it can he snatch one the staves for himself? Also he checks does these folk bear flaming fist insignias or are they more local militia or are they more fancifully dressed than most guards. Usually guards who patrol merchant and noble districts dress better or are better armed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ulthakptah</strong> on <strong>31-12-2012, 16:27:11</strong>
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				Wil's eyes narrow as he looked to the real guards. <strong>"The little bitch who started this just ran home to daddy. All we did was protect an innocent lady from that would be rapist."</strong> Wil didn't care who that little punk's dad was. If those guards wanted him to surrender for doing good, he could suggest a nice dark place where they could shove their weapons.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 06:47:32</strong>
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				For one of the few times in his life, Sampson was reluctant to fight. Not because he believed he couldn't take the guards on, a few deft axe strokes to the wizards would eliminate any <em>serious</em> threat, but it was what those foes represented. Guards, even corrupt ones, were still hired lawmen, and being known as someone who slaughters authority figures does a number on your job prospects. Defusing this situation would take guile, something Sampson didn't exactly possess an abundance of, but hopefully cunning won't be needed when an appeal to the Guards' self-interests could work.<br><br>"<strong>Look, you and I both know what happened here</strong>" Sampson said, slowly lowering his axe as he supplicated his free hand , "<strong>some noble's kid got a bit too frisky with the local wildlife, and discovered a bit too late that sometimes the wildlife's got teeth. Now we can go through procedure and waste everyone's time, yours included, on account of some brat, or...</strong>" Sampson gave a smirk as he looked over to the others in the party, "<strong>We could push some gold your way and take the girl that caused all this. You walk away a few coins richer, we leave with the troublemaker, everyone wins.</strong>"<br><br><em><strong>Unless you're one of those "honor before the self" types, in which case you'll be dead.</strong></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Togashi</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 06:57:14</strong>
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				When Wil spoke up two of the guards looked at each other and lowered their weapons, sheathing their swords. Both frowned and folded their arms over their chest. They were obviously not comfortable with attacking someone for defending themselves, or those that came to their defense. Especially because some rich brat thought he could rape and get away with it. These two seemed to have sense.<br><br>It wasn't until Sampson spoke up that they and the wizard walked away. That left three guards, all in platemail, probably fighters by the looks of their weapons. But there was no way to know exactly how strong they were. The man in charge stepped forward, pressing the tip of his blade to Sampson's armored chest. It was in no way a deadly move, but measured, meant for intimidation.<br><br>"You should watch yourself... We're not stupid. We know who pays us... And it ain't you." the man said.<br><br>One of the others frowned. "How much are we talking? They pay us more, we should take it."<br><br>"And lose this well paying job? Fuck off."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 07:29:37</strong>
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				<strong>"Glad to see we've sorted all this out,"</strong> Rose remarked nonchalantly as though all involved had been merely trading pleasantries about the weather instead of making death threats. She walked Titania over beside Jean. <strong>"Enough pretense and roundabouts. I am Rose, and you can ride with me if you wish. You will not have to pay me, nor any of these other people here. Best of all, I don't raise a ruckus, unlike your new friends here."</strong> She extended her hand towards the woman in invitation to help her mount the horse.<br><br>Regardless of whether Jean accepted the offer or not, Rose would then start heading out along the road, tarrying no longer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Meliai</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 11:41:54</strong>
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				Kiira merely shrugged as her haphazardly crafted plot unraveled. It was difficult enough to keep eight people coordinated at the best of times, but with no planning and no communication she was a little surprised it hadn't gone down in a roaring inferno, particular when the shifty looking fellow started shouting about being a guard within ear shot of the <em>actual</em> guards.<br><br>When the champion of Sune began to depart the elf rolled her eyes theatrically and gave Jean a little smile. After letting go of the girl's shoulders she stepped around her to face the remaining guards, conveniently positioning herself between them and the girl, in case things went south. Delicate fingers disappeared into a pocket, and an instant later the old worn coin was spinning in the air. It was caught with a practiced motion and slipped back into a pocket once Kiira'd seen the outcome.<br><br>"Gentlemen we're in a bit of a hurry, as I'm sure you've deduced from our comrade's impatience. We are on business for House Erithiam, and representatives of not one but two temples travel with us. I suggest you think long and hard about how the trouble you'll incur delaying our mission will stack up against the petty complains of one idiot with more balls than brains."<br><br>From another pocket she pulled a small linen pouch, weighing it in her hand before tossing it to the most reasonable sounding of the three remaining guards. "I imagine twenty gold each should be more than enough to make up for your troubles, and you can easily afford to take the brat to a prostitute or three so he won't go crying to daddy. I highly suggest you be reasonable. I'd hate to have to take my money back..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 15:38:14</strong>
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				Aberik, upon seeing Kiira is paying for the remaining greedy guards turns around and mounts his horse and starts ride. Leaving guards and the woman as someone else's worry and focus on getting on road already before city brings further distraction to delay them. Moving in calm stready stride with his horse quickly somewhere besides Rose but not directly adjacent to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ulthakptah</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 18:12:17</strong>
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				Wil kept his disguise on as he walked away. The situation had been handled. If not they could always chase after him, and have fun keeping up while in platemail. Wouldn't take long to lose them and switch disguises. If he had no pursuers he would mosey on back to the shop and pick up some trail rations. Their extra guest would need some, and luckily reminded Wil that he forgot to pick some up for himself. Wil would grab 10 days worth from the store. Five for him five for the girl, just in case something slows the trip down they wouldn't starve. Barring any disasters he would be back at the cart with the others as fast as he could. Not even bothering to haggle this time, and losing his silly disguise as soon as he leaves the shop. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackcatotaku</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 18:56:28</strong>
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				Gripping her long spear she just held it as if it were a staff holding off to see if everything truly was resolved. While she was becoming slightly irritated by the men she had no wish to be the first to shed blood and she was comforted by her companions all seeming to rush to the aid of the poor woman. It boded well in her mind for their journey ahead and while some of them seemed to think that they could resolve their dispute peacefully Arlana felt more unsure. <br><br>"Indeed our journey ahead is quite harrowing so I suggest that you evaluate that there is a good deal more of us then there are of you. My comrade," she said nodding to Sampson. "Has been very generous offering you coin in exchange for you to leave. Would you rather leave with a few more coins or a few more bruises?" Her blue eyes narrowed her lips thinned as she leaned against the long spear like a walking stick but keeping it close at hand as a stern image of words were not the only thing she was prepared to offer.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: blackcatotaku rolled: 1d20<br>Comment: intimidate +3<br>Result: 13,<br>Total: 13+3 = 16</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Togashi</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 05:50:22</strong>
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				Two guards looked at each other as their captain drew his weapon back to attack the cleric! Whatever she'd said seemed to only piss him off but he froze suddenly, terror on his face as he stood there weapon high over his head. He shuddered as he stood there in place.<br><br>Jean smiled up at the paladin nodding her head to her but chose to instead stay closer to Kiira. Her eyes narrowed when she saw the look on the man's face and looked to where he'd been looking. But whatever it was, she couldn't see it. Or she at least didn't know what to look for. She frowned back at him and watched him as she furrowed her brow. She had no idea what was going on but was happy to have the chance to get out of there.<br><br>"Let's go." she said.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 07:33:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The redhead seemed deeply relieved that she wouldn't end up spilling the blood of the town guard.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; "Yes, let's go indeed."&nbsp; She held out a hand to Jean, offering to pull her up into the saddle before her.&nbsp; "We don't need to waist any more of these fine men's time."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 09:02:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose looked back and saw that the situation was indeed resolved, which saved her having to turn around and ride some unfortunate sod down. She guided her horse beside Aberik's. <strong>"Ten gold says we meet one and only one encounter of foes before we arrive at Soubar or its outskirts. Care to accept these odds?"</strong> She flipped a platinum piece up and down in her hand.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 09:20:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aberik smirked and replied; "I disagree on notion, we are in Sword Coast after all and roads around here are dangerous. I bet we face two or more encounters before we reach our destination. Five extra gold on bet that the first or second encounter haves humanoids; bandits, ruffians, raiders or slavers."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Meliai</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 09:24:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She'd been expecting something like this. As the captain raised his sword the sorceress's fingers were already flying, tracing out the complicated runes needed to cast a spell but when he froze, a look of horror creeping over his features, she paused, and let the incantation die on her lips as as he turned and ran. <br><br>"Well that was...strange..." Kiira murmured as she watched the crooked guards flee. Her gaze followed Jean's for a moment, but with a little shrug she walked back to the alley, retrieving her pack and horse where she'd left them in her haste. She made a mental note of the captain's appearance, filing it away in case she ever got the opportunity to recover her coins. "Are you hurt miss? Anything we need to take a look at before we head out. From the look on their faces I don't suspect those guards'll be back any time soon, but you never know what that spoiled rich creep might try. Best if we got you out of here with some haste."<br><br>When she lead the horse back the remaining redhead was offering the young performer her hand, and the elf gave them both a wry grin. "Ha, well it look like you've got plenty of suitors my dear," the elf said with a little laugh. After gracefully mounting her own horse she offered her own hand as well. "Take your pick and I believe we'll be off my dear."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 09:30:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose made a look of mock indignation. <strong>"It would have been shorter to say what we <em>wouldn't</em> meet on the road! I'll take you up on your five, but for such stacked odds you owe me a climax from your tongue as well should you lose. And if somehow we are not accosted between here and Soubar, then the proceeds go to the temple in thanks to the gods for a safe journey."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 09:35:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Adrian rolled his eyes and said; "I left you monstrous humanoids, magical beasts and dragons as possible hostile encounters. Altough with later's case I would had need paid the debt to you in front of Kelemvor. Anyways I am fine with your offer and so let's get going and see do we face dangers in this trip. Just name the god or goddess whom I make the donation in."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 09:45:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Well wagered! The first temple we come across shall do. Of a good deity, of course,"</strong> Rose clarified.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 10:30:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Adrian nods what Rose said and so he continues riding and see what road has reserved for today for the group. While riding he picks up a book from his backpack, it's his spellbook and he starts study and read his notes in there. Studying magic is full time pursuit for a wizard and he daily reads his notes to find anything new and enlightening to add. He often reads years ago written notes and see the flaws in his own arguments with years of experience and see where he had thought some theory wrong. Same applies when he studies for new spells which he independly adds to his own spell repertoire through discoveries what he makes with his self-study. He plans study the scrolls what he bought today but only when they have camped and he is comfortable. As that sort study asks lot more concentration than just reading his own notes and pondering questions what he had not yet found answer for.<br><br>Of course reading means that his horse goes uncontrolled but while traveling on road and moving with others he does not need control the animal who by through natural instinct follows the leading horse. Also others in group can keep eye out for danger from the road but Adrian makes occasional glance to country side.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackcatotaku</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 16:46:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Making bets on their safety didn't sit well with Arlana as she frowned as they said they would do so at the next temple they came across. Rolling her eyes a bit she decided to hold her tongue there was no reason to make unnecessary qualms but did note it for future. Curious to see if they would provoke problems just to win their petty wagers. While she didn't think they would be so foolish it was still something she had to consider for her own safety and that of the others in their company. She chose to walk along side the wagon admiring the scenery as they went and attempting to keep a watchful eye for any of the various threats Rose and Adrian had mentioned. Trying not to look fearful she did look pensive lost in thought as she wondered what extents she would be willing to go to ensure their safety. Her hand came to her chest fishing her holy symbol out from her tight bound corset and rubbed it with a certain amount of anxiety between her thumb and forefinger.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Togashi</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 17:59:35</strong>
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				Taking Kiira's hand Jean smiled and hoisted herself up. She settled in behind the elf, smiling as she pressed her soft body against the sorceress'. She wrapped her arms around her waist, and leaned in to whisper in her ear softly. Whatever she said, she left it at that, looking to the paladin and mage. She wasn't sure what was going to happen on the road but they had a few day's travel ahead of them. And one never knew where they would be attacked or by what.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 06:28:46</strong>
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				Metal clinked softly against metal as the captain laid his sword tip on Sampson's armored chest. Looking down at the offending steel, the Mercenary trailed his hard gaze upwards until he was glaring directly at the wielder, his poise belying a violent response to the guard captain's threat. For a moment that seemed to be the case, Sampson tensing up before noticing in his periphery that the other party members were gearing up and leaving, "<strong>You're lucky we've got a job to do</strong>" Sampson growled as he turned to walk towards his wagon, the sword tip producing an audible grinding noise as it slid against his cuirass.<br><br>With his back to the captain, Sampson could only hear what transpired next, only seeing the aftermath after he instinctively turned towards the wispy rush of air that heralded a falling blade. The captain seemed stuck in mid-swing, catatonic to anything and everything around him as though put under some power, <em><strong>and maybe he was</strong></em> the Mercenary thought, being immediately followed by the possibility of slamming an armored fist into his gut as due punishment for his attempt at violence. Sampson decided against that, seeing as it might break whatever hex the captain was under. Climbing into the driver's seat of the wagon, Sampson gave the reins a lazy flick to get the mules moving.<br><br>Sampson couldn't help but chuckle as he overheard the conversation between Aberik and Rose. Leaning in, he interjected after the pair had agreed to the wager, "<strong>I wouldn't exactly call having <em>her</em></strong>" he thumbed towards the redhead, "<strong>a defeat, you got lucky mage. Of course, I've got to hope the pretty boy here's right; I haven't gotten a chance to kill anything for weeks, my blade <em>yearns</em> to be used.</strong>" With the way Sampson's tone changed at the last sentence, there was a chance he was referring to more than just his axe.<br><br>Stretching in the seat, Sampson gave a groan as he pulled and twisted away the feeling of lax muscles. As he did this, he peered down and noticed Arlana pensively clutching her holy symbol as she walked next to the wagon, "<strong>you do know there's room for a passenger on this thing</strong>" Sampson said, motioning towards the seat next to him as he added, "<strong>you'll be no use to us tired after a long march; come up here and sit. no point in wasting the space.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackcatotaku</strong> on <strong>06-01-2013, 22:26:14</strong>
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				Brought out of her worrisome thoughts as she was trudging along side the cart.&nbsp; Caught slightly off guard she nodded in response relinquishing her holy symbol letting it fall around her neck. The blue haired maiden climbed into the cart placing her long spear in the back of the wagon. "You would be right, I am feign to admit but I've not ventured as far as we are embarking on now." Sampson's logic made sense and not having heard his innuendo about his sword she still held him in a good amount of regard.<br><br>&nbsp;In fact at the moment she had no reason to mistrust any of the company but she was a bit bemused that they didn't have a chance to properly introduce themselves. So many people she had agreed to take on as company it was a relief to at least ride in the cart with the man whose name she knew. Sliding her pendant back underneath her shirt and corset bindings she found the cold metal a cool and constant reminder of her god holding him close. Settling back her she removed her traveling cloak slightly revealing more of her curvy frame that was previously obscured in the heavy vestment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kdyami</strong> on <strong>08-01-2013, 21:06:33</strong>
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				Grumbling as the fight dissolved into nothing Mingan sheathed his sword and grabbed his horse and walked out of the crowed.&nbsp; Mounting and following the group he chuckled at the bet between Adrian and Rose and saying to now one in particular. "I'd wager that even should that "man" manage to get his hearts content and bed her, that she'd be the one leading that dance." Smiling to himself he followed the group out of the city outskirts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>09-01-2013, 08:35:00</strong>
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				Adrian rided and he heard Sampson's comment on the situation and he looked over his shoulder and he replied; "Even prettiest man needs pay toll to courtesan when he visits brothel, of course it's up to courtesan decide does man get discount or not. It's not matter of who does favor to who, but matter of principle how business is run." Adrian returns back studying his tome after giving out his own opinion about the situation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Togashi</strong> on <strong>10-01-2013, 20:18:22</strong>
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				Outside the city the landscape was mostly rolling hillsides, beautiful plains, and forests in the distance as well as anything else one could imagine. There were a few farms they passed, but soon enough those were gone and there was nothing left of civilization but the lot of them. Not long after the last farm passed there were a trio of people being attacked by Ogres.<br><br>All three of the people were shrouded in the shadows of their cloaks, making it impossible to identify them. One had a katana in hand and was engaged in single combat with one Ogre. The other two were outnumbered as three ogres attacked them. One was carrying a pair of short swords, and the last was swinging a rapier.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Initiative Order</div><div class="spoiler_body">(This includes the +1 from Muse's aura)<br>Meliai: 24<br>Wil: 23<br>Jean: 20<br>Ogres/Strangers: 19<br>Kdyami: 15<br>Zaer: 15<br>Bubbles: 9<br>blackcatotaku: 7<br>Autocad: 6<br>Muse: 5<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>11-01-2013, 01:13:16</strong>
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				After Arlana decided to join Sampson up on the wagon, things in the party seemed to quiet down, whether it was due to not knowing one another or the mood of the day, everyone seemed more intent on riding than talking. Not that this bothered Sampson of course, as the Mercenary was busy doing something many of them would be mildly surprised at: <em>thinking.</em><br><br>More specifically, the sight of the rolling hills and farms in the distance got Sampson to be introspective, both on his past and his future. Sampson was born on a farm much like the ones they were passing, raised on one too. It was only until after puberty that Sampson left the confines of his family to join a passing band of sellswords, and the rest was history. History might be repeating itself however, as Sampson's thoughts turned to the future; <em><strong>what was it he said</strong></em> Sampson mused as he remembered the advice of his first Mercenary Captain, <em><strong>"Sampson" he told me, "there are old sellswords, and there are bold sellswords. But you will never find an old, bold sellsword."</strong></em> Of course, Sampson knew what he meant; sooner or later Sampson will have to either retire, or realize that sooner or later he's going to be killed. <em><strong>Farm life might be simpler</strong></em> Sampson thought as he watched the golden wheat of a passing farm ripple and sway from a lazy westward breeze, <strong><em>Gods willing, if freelancing brings in enough cash I could retire with a nice plot of land... Maybe a wife, some kids, even some workers to till the land. Or I could always retire in the city if I make enough gold...</em></strong><br><br>Of course Sampson was thinking in the long-term. Knifework was too enjoyable as-is, and with him still in his prime such thoughts of retirement were merely thinking ahead. Still, it never hurt to have a plan. Sampson's mind had barely returned back to more recent thoughts as the clamor of battle echoed in his ears, "<strong>Just what is going on there?</strong>" Sampson exclaimed as he moved the wagon off the road, the hint of mirth in his voice practically translating his "confusion" as "<strong>I wonder if I could join in.</strong>"<br><br>Indeed, Ogres as far as Sampson was concerned were fare game, and after parking his wagon the Mercenary reached back to get his battleaxe, swung down off the driver's seat of the wagon, and began to move to aid the pair fighting a trio of Ogres while calling over his shoulder, "<strong>Encounter number one! I've no idea who these louts are, but I do know Ogres are fine fights.</strong>" Although Sampson was intent on engaging in combat, the natural encumbrance of his armor and the distance between him and the battle kept him from joining sooner than he hoped.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Combat Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sampson moves <strong>20 feet</strong> towards the three Ogres, where he will <strong>attack</strong> one of them (earning a flanking bonus) unless otherwise noted.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>13-01-2013, 14:42:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U60bw0FTRHA/TiTrp2QOXCI/AAAAAAAAAHk/rPecVzpK2qc/s1600/AnimeMaleMage.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aberik Dalmer (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158814.msg7306054#msg7306054)</strong></span><br><strong>Where:</strong> On the road<br><strong>With:</strong> Party + 3 mysterious strangers + ogres<br><hr><br>Aberik followed along the party and he would not had noticed the ogres and three victims if someone had not poked at him to draw attention away from a book. He curses when party's overeager fighter jumps in to fight and he groans and says; "I guess it can't be helped." Aberik chants a spell and then nothing seems to happen....but he concentrates. He turns to others and says; "Do not mind a little friend what I called in." Soon there is sound of loud roar coming from the sky above the group.....a red dragon is circling them! The dragon circles slowly downward towards the ogres and continues release loud echoing booming roars! Looking hungrily upon the ogres......<br><br>Aberik shouts from his horse behind group's figthers; <strong>"Get them Rubert! Lunch time!"</strong><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Aberik casted Minor Image, he can create 70 cubic feet sized thing in 440'ft range. So he creates a adult dragon (or older if possible to make it big as possible). For accuracy of the illusion I rolled K:Arcana check so Aberik remembers all details correctly (size, color, sound etc). He rolled 28 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=43444) so it should be enough to create quite perfect image of a red dragon. Effect of the spell? It depends what the three adventurers and the three ogres are going to do when a big freaking red dragon is coming stomp them (hoping ogres are not 'too stupid to be afraid to be eaten'). Not sure are they 'interacting' with the image (as I always assume it means physical interaction), but will save for minor image to disbelieve it is 19. For confirmation the illusion creates visual and audio but not smell nor thermal (heat/cold feel) not included. Altough I wonder would illusion create Frightful Presence effect if it's not disbelieved?<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Meliai</strong> on <strong>14-01-2013, 08:05:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://dl.dropbox.com/u/42499880/Elliquiy/Kiira.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; </div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Kiira Vanessaril</strong></span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158814.msg7302445#msg7302445)<br><hr><br>Kiira spent much of the first part of their journey in quiet conversation with Jean, looking surprised for a moment when the girl began speaking elven before launching into a quiet but animated conversation with a broad grin on her face. Her tone didn't indicate anything particularly lascivious was being said, at least not on her part, but she still spoke with the same playful, teasing cadence she'd used when conversing with the others.<br><br>When the scuffle between the shadowy figure and their hulking foes came into view a broad grin broke across the little elf's face. She was on the ground in the blink of an eye, pausing just a moment to pat her horse on the neck and glance back up to Jean, saying "Careful dear, Kelytha's not trained for fighting."<br><br>With that she was off, following behind Sampson as she mumbled under her breath. Her fingers traced out arcane runes as a pale green glow blossomed around them. She stopped short, letting the enthusiastic mercenary charge ahead as she thrust a hand forward, completing the arcane incantation. The green glow vanished from her hand and a similar eldritch glow appeared on the ground beneath the ogres, washing across the ground like a wave, leaving a thick coating of slippery grease behind it.<br><br>She giggled when Sampson's first swing missed the ogre by a mile, shouting "You know dear, I hate to tell you how to do your job, but I've heard it's much more effective if you aim for the fellow you want to hurt!"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Kiira will be stopping about 30 feet away from the group and casting Grease, the cover-a-10-foot-square-area variety, beneath one or more of the 3 ogres ganging up on the two cloaked strangers. It's a little hard to be precise about placement without a visual aid so I'll leave the exact target area to Togashi's judgement. She'll be trying to get as many as the ogres as she can without greasing their opponents (or Sampson!), but if she's only able to hit one she'll choose whichever is closest to the party.<br><br>Oh, and while I think Jean is whispering during their conversation Kiira isn't trying to be all <em>that</em> quiet, so if any nosy elven speaking folks are listening in let me know and I'll give you Kiira's half of the conversation. If any nosy non-elven speaking people are listening in feel free to let me know as well and I'll send you a bunch of gibberish in purple<br><br><br>Here's a handy dandy copy of the grease spell from the SRD (http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD:Grease) for reference.<br><br><strong>Grease</strong><br>Conjuration (Creation)<br>Level: Brd 1, Sor/Wiz 1<br>Components: V, S, M<br>Casting time: 1 standard action<br>Range: Close (25 ft. + 5 ft./2 levels)<br>Target, or Area: One object or a 10-ft. square<br>Duration: 1 round/level (D)<br>Saving Throw: See text<br>Spell Resistance: No<br><br>A grease spell covers a solid surface with a layer of slippery grease. Any creature in the area when the spell is cast must make a successful Reflex save or fall. This save is repeated on your turn each round that the creature remains within the area. A creature can walk within or through the area of grease at half normal speed with a DC 10 Balance check. Failure means it can’t move that round (and must then make a Reflex save or fall), while failure by 5 or more means it falls (see the Balance skill for details).<br>The spell can also be used to create a greasy coating on an item. Material objects not in use are always affected by this spell, while an object wielded or employed by a creature receives a Reflex saving throw to avoid the effect. If the initial saving throw fails, the creature immediately drops the item. A saving throw must be made in each round that the creature attempts to pick up or use the greased item. A creature wearing greased armor or clothing gains a +10 circumstance bonus on Escape Artist checks and on grapple checks made to resist or escape a grapple or to escape a pin.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kdyami</strong> on <strong>14-01-2013, 14:50:08</strong>
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				Mingan heard the sounds of battle and smiled to himself as he knew what was headed their way.&nbsp; The man in armor left the wagon and ran towards the fight.&nbsp; Mingan saw the Ogres and the three figures.&nbsp; It would have been his first instinct to let them duke it out and then figure out what to do next but he had agreed to go on this mission with these people and the battle had already begun, they were committed and he had no intention of leaving his allies out to dry on their own.&nbsp; So Mingan leaped from his horse and tying it off with the cart he ran towards the fight at hand.&nbsp; He heard the man in red say something about a friend and shrugged confused but all made sense as he made it to the fray.&nbsp; He heard the dragon and looked up and nearly lost his footing. "That is a big dragon I'm glad he's on our side." Mingan thumped his chest and bellowed, "You see that Ogres we are going to kill you and feed you to our pet dragon." Closing the remaining distance as he draws he weapon Mingan swings his sword and enters the fight.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ulthakptah</strong> on <strong>14-01-2013, 17:04:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i749.photobucket.com/albums/xx134/ulthakptah/bhjbjjho1_500.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wilard Flint (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158814.msg7305859#msg7305859)</strong></span><br><br><hr>Wil watched from the back of the cart as things unfolded. He almost expected the barbarian to charge in with mettle, but he waited to see if they were really going into this fight. He looked to the magic users and once they started in, Wil would climb out of the wagon, and join in the fight. From his fellows actions he could tell that the ogres were the targets. Ogres did tend towards evil, and they clearly had the upper hand on the three figures.<br><br>Wil hustled on over to one of the ogres. Fighting a foe on boths sides tends to be difficult, and that would give Wil an upper hand. Not to mention that the puddle of grease the gaints were standing in would make getting vital shots all the easier. He drew his rapier and lunged.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Delaying till the Grease spell happens, move to flank with the greased ogre, single attack with my rapier.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>14-01-2013, 17:20:42</strong>
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				Rose spurred Titania to a gallop when she saw the cloaked travellers being attacked by ogres. The ogres were quite explicitly the ones doing the attacking and this made things clear and simple. "Justice in the name of Tyr!" She cried as she rode upon the ogres lance-first, picking a path that avoided the puddle of grease. The dragon caught her attention for a moment and she almost panicked, but-<br><br>No, she wasn't <em>not</em> frightened, was never in danger of fear. <em>Nice trick with the dragon,</em> the paladin thought to herself but didn't say out loud; no point disabusing the ogres of the notion. And then she set her sights in front of her, for she was upon her foe!<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rose charges one of the ogres, first priority would be the ones ganging up, second would be the one in one-on-one combat.<br>In the unlikely event that she hits with a 10, please note that she deals triple damage. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=43468)<br><br>If none of the ogres can be charged, she will use her mount's double move to buzz the nearest ogre (getting into a flanking position first if possible) and her own standard action to make a lance attack, then take advantage of ride-by-attack to reposition to a position she can charge from on the next round, using reach to avoid triggering AoO.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackcatotaku</strong> on <strong>14-01-2013, 22:57:19</strong>
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				Standing up in the cart using it as a slight height advantage to see what is going on ahead of them between what appears to be civilian farmers of some kind and a gang of Orcs. Not wanting to rashly act but still eager to protect the people who are being harmed by the Orc attackers Arlana picks up her heavy cross bow from the back of the cart and cocks an arrow ready to shoot.&nbsp; With the string taught and her chest puffed out she has quite the impressive stature for being her height and build to carry such a large weapon.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Since I don't have quick draw Arlana is just taking out her heavy cross bow and waiting till the next round to shoot.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>15-01-2013, 14:19:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b8/Kamiki_Kitsune_by_transfuse.jpg)</div>Tymaleena Amblecrown<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">AC:&nbsp; 16<br>Aura:&nbsp; +1 Damage (for everyone,)&nbsp; <br>Other:&nbsp; <br>Damage:&nbsp; 0<br>Status Effects:&nbsp; <br><br>Mood:&nbsp; There is only one god, his name is death.&nbsp; There is only one thing we say to death.&nbsp; "Not today."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br></div></div><br>&nbsp; Tymaleena focused on the battle ahead and slipped down from her horse.&nbsp; As she advanced on the ogres with a brisk, determined stride, the redhead drew her bastard sword from her back.&nbsp; A stiff breeze ruffled her fiery hair.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; When she reached an ogre, she lifted her sword in one hand by the hilt, the other pressing up against the flat in an attempt to catch any club attacks that came her way as she approached.&nbsp; Then she dropped into a crouch and spun clear around, blade slashing at the monster's calf.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Togashi</strong> on <strong>15-01-2013, 22:08:05</strong>
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				As Kiira and the others went off to battle Jean thought quickly about what she could do. Yet still she had nothing to attack with at range, or any energy left to cast spells. She stared at them, not sure what to do or say at this point.<br><br>Two Ogres were covered by the grease, both flailing but managing to stay on their feet somehow, though if they were to move anywhere they'd likely fall<br><br>The fight went on, the one with the rapier attacking and scoring a hit, drawing the monster's blood. There was a feminine grunt when the Ogre attacked, striking the cloaked person. She cried out as she flew off her feet. As she hit the ground, the rapier fell from her hand. The other Ogres attacked the duel wielder, but missed as the figure danced between their attacks. But the grease had done something, and the club slid from one Ogre's hand.<br><br>The Ogre and cloaked figure in single combat were heavily engaged. The strike from the katana wielder cut the ogre wide open. As it's blood splattered the ground the ogre screamed, raising it's club before bringing it down, smashing it's attacker between the ground and it's club.<br><br>Wil's attack missed, if only because his target was flailing about, waving his arms almost like a windmill to stay upright.<br><br>The Barbarian's strike missed, going wild due to the flailing, the barbarian batting the great sword aside with it's club by some chance.<br><br>With the dragon appearing, the ogres began to panic, scrambling to escape. The two covered in grease slipped and fell, both of them scrambling to free themselves only to fail miserably, falling flat every time they tried. The other two simply turned tail and ran, screaming away from the dragon and other attackers.<br><br>The paladin's strike was simple and quick, driving into the first ogre's side. The ogre slid in the grease, not managing to be struck hard enough to pierce it's armor and hide.<br><br>Sampson's strike was simple and quick, but unlike the paladin who struck her target, the axe missed as the ogre slipped and slid around the grease.<br><br>Tymaleena's strike however was true, tearing into the ogre's body, drawing blood.<br><br>The remaining stranger, shifted his stance, one weapon trained on the ogres, his other leveling in case an attack came from those that had come to his side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>15-01-2013, 22:34:11</strong>
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				Aberik keeps on concentrating on his spell, leading the dragon to chase the running two ogres. Making the dragon do diving attacks towards the ogres and snap it's powerful jaws just few inches from their heads when it dives past them! Sound of strong wind accompanies the dragon's dives but anyone with sharper mind would notice there is no strong wind coming from dragon's near passes. But Aberik trusts that ogres are not so educated folk to make that assumption or guess while crapping on their loincloths. The remaining two ogres should be easy prey for party's fighter's, slipping in grease helpless prone and easy target to hit. Burning off adrenaline in satisfactory manner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 03:05:04</strong>
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				Sampson gave a soft grunt of annoyance as the keen axehead sliced the air near the Ogre, not even coming close to contact with the beast. Sampson prepared another hack at the creature's legs before the Ogres were coated in a filmy veneer that glistened and gleamed in the light. The action was near instantaneous, and such an action could only be explained by one thing; <em><strong>Mages</strong></em> Sampson inwardly grumbled as he glanced back at the Sorceress and Wizard hanging back, the Wizard preparing an incantation while the Sorceress gave a teasing comment about his combat ability. A magic user giving him lip about wielding a blade, the gall of that girl!<br><br>Still, the Elven woman knew what she was doing, as the Ogres tripping and falling could attest. Aberik's display with the dragon just sealed the deal, causing what other foes that remained to either flee, or fall prone and thus be more susceptible to attack. Taking advantage of the Ogre's vulnerability, Sampson took a few brisk steps towards the flailing opponent before raising his axe over his head and, with a motion akin to chopping wood, brought the enchanted blade down onto the beast's belly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Meliai</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 10:56:56</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Kiira Vanessaril</strong></span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158814.msg7302445#msg7302445)<br><hr><br>Kiira chuckled as panic overtook the ogres, the two her spell had hit falling spectacularly as they tried to retreat. She wasn't a particularly cruel person by nature, but it was hard not to laugh when stupid, savage brutes practically laid themselves low. "Good boy Rubert!" she called after the illusory dragon, giving its conjurer a little wink.<br><br>With the only remaining ogres on the ground, she assumed the more martial members of the group would be able to handle things and jogged over to the lone fighter, the blow they'd taken from their opponent having looked rather brutal.<br><br>"Don't worry, we'll have the last of them taken care of in a wink. Now, are you about to bleed out on me, or just seeing stars?" She asked, giving the cloaked figure a quick glance before looking around for the sweet little cleric in case some emergency healing was needed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 18:29:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b8/Kamiki_Kitsune_by_transfuse.jpg)</div>Tymaleena Amblecrown<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">AC:&nbsp; 16<br>Aura:&nbsp; Rapid Healing 1, but only when bellow 1/2 hit points.&nbsp; (For Everyone)&nbsp; <br>Other:&nbsp; <br>Damage:&nbsp; 0<br>Status Effects:&nbsp; <br><br>Mood:&nbsp; There is only one god, his name is death.&nbsp; There is only one thing we say to death.&nbsp; "Not today."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br></div></div><br><br>Seeing one of those she'd come to aid go down, Tymaleena reached out to them with the Dragon-Song and tried to persuade it in the split instant she had to do so that they were allies.&nbsp; Then she changed the song playing soundlessly between them all to one of succor, slowly healing the worse wounds of allies—but not the superficial damage.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The redhead sprang to the left then to evade a club, backpedaled from the grease, and swung again at the ogre she'd begun her attacks against.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackcatotaku</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 21:20:06</strong>
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				Seeing some of their foes retreat and others advance she tried to carefully set her sights on the ogre that was attacking their red headed companion. While the woman appeared to be quite the physical specimen and more than adequately able to protect herself Arlana felt compelled to do something rather than just watch. Loosing her arrow she hoped it would strike true as she riffled through her quiver for another an arm bent backward over her shoulder clutching one of the feathers topping the end of it. Unfortunately in her attempt to be cautious her arrow veered off course thumping harmlessly into the ground some distance away.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Unless by some miracle I am doubting this attack hit <br>Roll Result: Arlana rolled: 1d20<br>Comment: +4 to attack<br>Result: 6,<br>Total: 6+4= 10........... Go team cleric!</div></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ulthakptah</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 23:46:31</strong>
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				Wil's allies had dealt some damage to one ogre, so he turned the the other. With a large step forward he lunged with his rapier again, this time hoping to strike his foe. After the lunge he swiped at his thigh drawing a simple dagger, lashing out at the Ogre as he drew.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">five foot step, quick draw as a free action, full attack.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kdyami</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 11:26:10</strong>
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				Mingan cursed at his misfortune and adjusted his grip on his sword and minding his footing approached the next target and swung for all he was worth attacking the Ogre with his Greatsword.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attack roll At 2013-01-19 04:01:39, Kdyami (uid: 37962) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 26 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=43556)<br>Confirm critical At 2013-01-19 04:08:05, Kdyami (uid: 37962) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 26 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=43557)<br>Damage At 2013-01-19 04:13:00, Kdyami (uid: 37962) rolls: 4d6 Result: 15 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=43558) +3x2= 21 damage<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Togashi</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 00:45:23</strong>
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				With that last, powerful strike, from the barbarian, the ogre is slain. Both monsters lay dead in the grease while their allies flee from the illusory dragon. They continued to flee, screaming like little girls while the remaining cloaked stranger lowered his weapons before moving to his fallen ally. He pulled his hood down, revealing himself as a dark haired human male. He reached into the hood of his companion and nodded before picking the fallen rapier up and sliding it into the sheath at her hip. Raising the cloaked woman over his shoulder he carried her.<br><br>The monsters were dead and Rose had a duty. She slid off her horse and moved to the crushed figure and knelt beside him. She put her hands on them as a divine glow slowly fell over him. As she pulled his hood back she frowned. He appeared to be a bipedal rat. No kobold but some combination of rat and man.<br><br>As he was healed, he slowly opened his eyes, groaning. He called something out in a strange language before frowning.<br><br>"Common then... Ah.. Thank you for the help. Going our way?" he asked.<br><br>"We can't trust them, Toge. We need to be careful. For all we know they're going to kill us and take our stuff." the human male said.<br><br>"They would have simply killed me then or left me to die. They didn't. Calm yourself." the ratling said.<br><br>"We're not going to hurt you as long as you don't attack us first." Rose said, raising up to her full height. "Which way are you going?"<br><br>"We're on our way to Triel, to meet someone. We don't have much money but when we arrive we can pay you for the journey." the human said, frowning. "Where are you off to?"<br><br>(OOC: Everyone gets 200 EXP for the fight. I'll roll the treasure shortly)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 00:53:01</strong>
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				Adrian continued control the illusionary dragon until ogres were good distance off and border on his illusion. He however could not resist a final showy spectacle as he diverted dragon move around and towards back to the group. The dragon made aerial dive over the group, sound of wings and powerful soft rumble coming from the dragon as it speeds past the group and Adrian makes a waving gesture after the dragon and says; "Thanks from help Rubert!" The dragon unleashes one final loud roar until the dragon literally disappears in bright crimson flash in the sky. Turning attention to the strangers and their question, knowing some group members were either loose mouthed or being too secretive about destination is suspicious so he replies; "We are just heading to village of Soubar. Also if we wanted rob you we could had just waited ogres pummel you up and then finish off or scare off ogres and loot your bodies. Or finish you off after you got exhausted from figthing ogres."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 02:52:13</strong>
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				Rose nodded in agreement. "We may travel together for safety in numbers as far as Soubar before our paths diverge, at least." She turned towards the cloaked woman. "Is she all right as well?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 03:33:38</strong>
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				The enchanted axehead tore through the soft flesh of the Ogre's belly, sinking to the head before the Mercenary ripped it out for another strike. A spurt of arterial spray erupted in response to the action, but it wasn't the mortal blow that would fell the beast; that honor was left for the Barbarian Mingan. With their foe slain and the rest fleeing the area, Sampson knew the day was theirs... Yet the end of combat was only just the beginning of a time-honored, and much-loved past-time of Sellswords; looting the dead of their valuables.<br><br>Embedding his axe firmly into the soil for safe keeping, Sampson moved to the dead Ogre's waist to search for the bag of goods their kind so often had dangling from their "belts" (if you could call them that.) This one's in particular seemed to be little more than a rough canvas sack tied with some hemp rope, and with a tug here and a pull there, Sampson was able to get the thing off and open. Almost immediately Sampson's senses were assaulted with the miasmic stench of rotten meat, sweat and worse things, the combination of odors causing even the Mercenary's nose to curl in disgust, <strong><em>breath through the mouth, and work fast</em></strong> Sampson told himself as he dug into the bag for anything of worth, his attention simultaneously on the goods within the bag and an occasional glance at what everyone else was doing.<br><br>After some seconds of searching through the garbage, Sampson came across just what he was looking for; a lozenge cut gem that shone and glimmered a rich dark red in the sunlight, "<strong>Well hello there...</strong>" Sampson muttered as he held the garnet up to the light, admiring the brilliance of the gem before pocketing it and letting the others have a go at what else remained in the Ogre's purse. Truth be told, Sampson enjoyed gems far more than gold given their value-to-weight/size ratio... Besides, and although Sampson would be loathe to admit it, he admired the way jewels glittered with an inner fire of colored light.<br><br>Sampson finished his appraisal just as Rose was concluding her own piece towards the strangers, although Sampson had heard plenty of what they were discussing before he got close enough for proper conversation; with combat concluded there wasn't much in the way of distracting noise, "<strong>The redhead here's got the right of it</strong>" Sampson interjected as he opined his own position on the stranger's offer, "<strong>we aren't your nannies, once we get to the fork between Soubar and Triel you're on your own, but until then I see no reason you couldn't come with us.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Meliai</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 05:34:39</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Kiira Vanessaril</strong></span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158814.msg7302445#msg7302445)<br><hr><br>Seeing that the paladin had clean up well in hand, Kiira casually strolled over to where Sampson was rummaging through one of the Ogres' belongings. She leaned to the side to peer around him but reeled back when the smell reached her. He was already wrist deep in gods-knew-what, so the acerbic young elf bit her tongue. She'd already teased less than a minute ago, no sense in pushing her luck. At least not before he'd washed his hands.<br><br>When the warrior had left to converse with with the cloaked strangers Kiira cast a simple cantrip, conjuring up an unseen hand and using it to unceremoniously dump the contents of the ogres' satchels onto the ground. A few minutes of careful sorting later and she'd separated everything of value out into neat little piles. She pocketed the topaz and picked up the potion, moving away to let the others claim whatever they wanted from the pile. <br><br>"Now what are you, my pretty...?" she murmured, holding the bottle up to the light.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Using Mage Hand to sort out the loot from whatever other gross tidbits the ogres where carrying around. I'm assuming their stuff counts as unattended since they're dead and all...</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackcatotaku</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 17:51:10</strong>
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				Sighing she exited the mule drawn cart and felt some what ineffectual for the course of their encounter but at the same time reassured of her companions abilities. Noting mentally what all of them were doing after the fighting was done she decided there may be a way to make herself useful after all as she made her approach towards the group and found herself frowning once more. Rose was already healing some and although Arlana was welcome to see another healer she wondered what other abilities the woman had. Looking around she tried to assess if anyone else was seriously injured and in need of healing before they set off again. Pipping up she was always a bit shy around groups and this one seemed rather surly.<br><br>&nbsp;"Is anyone else in need of healing...? That skirmish looked rather intense from where I stood. Was their a particular reason they were attacking you're group or were they merely hoping to gain the spoils of whatever you're carrying? I can assure you I have no interest in stealing from you..." she added quickly on the end of her inquiries since the rat man and his companion were understandably anxious after being attacked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Togashi</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 20:24:49</strong>
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				"If you would have us, we will travel with you." the ratling said, wincing as he tried to get to his feet.<br><br>He got up slowly, shaking lightly before he slid his katana into it's sheath. Rising he growled and shook his head lightly. He sighed lightly and went to join his friend before taking the woman from him. He put her down and felt her pulse. She wasn't in danger but it would be helpful if she were conscious they could have some fun.<br><br>"Please, heal her. She'll be more useful when she's awake." Toge said, looking up at the healer.<br><br>"Toge..."&nbsp; the human male warned.<br><br>"She is on our side. We will protect her Ashton, just don't go talking too much." the ratling responded.<br><br>"...How long will you all be in Soubar? When we reach our destination we'll be getting paid, so we need at least two days to get back to you to repay your kindness. But you're strangely trusting. How do you know we wont run from this debt?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 02:13:20</strong>
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				"<strong>Well, although I'm not in a position to speak for anyone else</strong>" Sampson began as a took a quick gander at Rose, Aberik and Arlana, "<strong>I've already got enough payment from rootin' through those Ogre's sacks.</strong>" As he said this he thumbed behind him, towards the fallen beast as Kiira was sorting through the creature's goods. Taking a glance of his own behind him, he noticed the Elven lass producing a potion from one of the many piles she had assorted from the Ogre's baubles, <em><strong>there was a potion in there? Maybe I need to do another look-see at what Kiira found in there.</strong></em><br><br>Besides, the direction of the conversation was going towards something Sampson was by no means proficient in; healing. Sampson was a fighter, he was the one causing the damage, not fixing it. The trio that was joining them certainly seemed a tad bit on the odd side; it's not common fare to see many ratfolk these days, especially in the company of Humans, but who was Sampson to judge?<br><br>With an excuse of leave and a nod, Sampson left the conversation much as he entered it, heading back towards the dead Ogre and where Mingan, Wil and Kiira seemed to be meandering about. "<strong>Any clue what type of tonic is in there?</strong>" Sampson inquired to Kiira as he approached the Elf, bending down to scoop up his axe as he passed where he left it, "<strong>I know Ogres have a thing for collecting all sorts of crap, but a fragile bottle such as that surviving in one of their rucksacks strikes me as odd.</strong>" Walking by her, Sampson swept over with passive attention at the various things the Sorceress had removed and piled up from the Ogre, none of the items in particular striking his eye, "<strong>Of course looks can be deceiving; items infused with magic can often handle a lot rougher treatment than common stock.</strong>"<br><br>Turning the conversation back to more pertinent matters, Sampson looked over at the group discussing details with the three new arrivals as he leaned against the haft of his axe, commenting as much to himself as he was to anyone nearby, "<strong>they need to heal the girl and get going, they're burning daylight and we still gotta job to do.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackcatotaku</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 04:51:59</strong>
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				Crouching over the unconscious woman she had to wonder for a moment why one companion wanted her conscious and the other did not. She offered a friendly smile to the pair before she placed a hand on gently on the girl's shoulder. "My name is Arlana and as a cleric of Pelor I feel compelled to aid free of charge." she said with a soft reassuring tone knowing that wasn't exactly the credo of her god but she didn't want to extort the poor people. She tried to keep her voice even and kind not wanting to alarm the already riled men.<br><br>Arlana felt she was already getting a hefty sum to retrieve the book so she was satisfied. Concentrating on the woman her symbol around her neck that looked like a sun crafted from silver suddenly flashed gold a light stemming from the symbol to her hands and then into the woman as she used her healing abilities to rouse the girl into consciousness. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cure light wounds Comment: healing +3 for cleric levels<br>Result: 4,<br>Total: 4 (+3)=7 </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 16:28:13</strong>
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				Rose looked over at the ogres' bodies, they were being looted well enough and the splitting of spoils could always be done later. Turning back to the cloaked strangers, apparently the man was Ashton and the ratling was Toge, she spoke. "You will pay that which your word, your honour, your conscience holds you to, and not a copper more or less. Your deeds will speak of your worth and not the other away around, and until otherwise proven I will not look upon you with mistrust."<br><br>She moved next to the cleric of Pelor next, looking down at the unconscious girl. "Thank you, Arlana. How fares she?" she asked, gesturing towards her patient.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kdyami</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 17:20:26</strong>
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				Mingan stood in the moment of victory feeling the life force of the Ogre leave his body.&nbsp; ‘I’m never going to get over this feeling,’ he thought as he cleaned his sword on the Ogres clothing as the others went through the bags and pockets of the dead.&nbsp; Mingan sheathed his weapon as he walked towards the group of the hooded figures sizing them up as the conversation went on.<br><br>This Human was obviously a nobody.&nbsp; He was getting bossed around by this Rat…ling? Ratling. And he clearly had opinions but wasn’t speaking up for himself.&nbsp; And this Ratling.&nbsp; He really wanted ensure the party would travel with them and especially offer the group money.&nbsp; And what was up with the unconscious woman?&nbsp; The ratling wanted her awake the human didn’t?&nbsp; There was just not a whole lot that this group was doing that filled him with confidence. This fact bothered Mingan mostly because he was in a party with a Paladin and Cleric who appeared to be dead set on helping everyone regardless of risk.&nbsp; I mean at least when the walking wall of metal ran towards the fight it was to a fight and now was ready to move on…..These people would warrant watching.&nbsp; <br><br>Mingan checked his gear and grabbing his horse rechecked the tackle and saddle preparing to be once again on their way.&nbsp; “Alright, reward or not I don’t really care,” he called out to the group standing around and talking the day light away, “My sword has tasted blood and the party has loot, the Cleric has even been good enough to heal the injured.&nbsp; Ought we get moving before we lose the daylight?” With that he mounted his horse and gathered his bearings to continue their journey towards Soubar.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Togashi</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 19:38:28</strong>
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				The potion Kiira was examining was unusual. She couldn't identify what it was but she could clearly make out what school of magic was used to produce it. With gems and gold taken, the Ogres only had their equipment left, simple hide armor and a pair of great clubs. Not really valuable in any market, since they were far too large for most adventurers to use.<br><br>As the Cleric did her job healing, the glow around the woman faded. She stirred, coming around, not sure<br><br>"Vel'klar tlun Usstan?" the woman asked, sitting up slowly.<br><br>Her hood came down as she sat up and her hand raised to shield her eyes from the light. Her skin was black as night, her hair the fairest of silvery-white. Her pointed ears gave away her elven heritage, but anyone that looked on her would know exactly what she was. The Drow winced, and gently rubbed her side before looking at the strangers around her. Her red eyes narrowed before she turned to look at her fellows.<br><br>Vel'bol wun l' thal Uoi'notan zhah aluin pholor ghil, Toge?!" she demanded before she closed her eyes and bit her tongue. "I mean...&nbsp; What is going on Toge?"<br><br>"We were rescued after you and I fell in combat. These people have been kind enough to offer us a ride to Soubar. It'll cut our journey time greatly." the ratling said, smiling as he stood there.<br><br>Ashton was obviously on the defensive, his hands moving to the hilts of his swords. He didn't draw, but he seemed to understand how people reacted to Drow, if the Ratling did not.<br><br>"I agree with you, sir." Ashton said, eyes locked on Mingan. "We shouldn't lose the daylight. Put your hood back up."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ulthakptah</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 19:52:42</strong>
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				Wil sheathed his blades. He was a little disappointed the the mage had scared away the other ogres. The party had them far outnumbered, and the barbarian was slicing them up like bacon. Not only would the ogres that got away be free to jump the next poor sods that take this road, but they might have had more ill gotten gains for him to reclaim.<br><br>Speaking of ill gotten gains, Wil was right up next to the fallen ogres when his team mates started to loot. He saw the barbarian find some gem, but it was the elf that peaked his interest. She was a shifty one and he had his doubts she would inform the party of the jewel she had found.<br><br>He took a look around to see if anyone else had notices her loot diving faux pas. However them seem more interested in finding out whether or not to worry about the helpless travelers they had just saved. He walked up beside her as she was examining the potion. He Grabbed her dainty elven wrist and pulled her a little close. <strong>"What do you think you are doing? Have you never worked in a group before? Unless there are eight of those, which I doubt, I suggest you keep it out of your pockets until we can have split fairly between all of us."</strong><br><br>He looked over to the drow getting up. No wonder she was the first to fall. She probably doesn't do well on a bright sunny day. Though she might be some cause for alarm. Drow aren't known for their love and understanding of others. The paladin would be able to sort out if she is safe or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 20:36:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U60bw0FTRHA/TiTrp2QOXCI/AAAAAAAAAHk/rPecVzpK2qc/s1600/AnimeMaleMage.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aberik Dalmer (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158814.msg7306054#msg7306054)</strong></span><br><strong>Where:</strong> On road to Soubar<br><strong>With:</strong> Mysterious trio + rest of party<br><hr><br>Adrian did not much care for Kiira pocketing one the gems and went study potion up more closely. He is satisfied with the payment what he is going get and he is more interested on things arcane anyway. True that selling said things would give him arcane stuff but he is not greedy sort. He listened the conversation going on and then when female was revealed drow and started speak.....he recognized the drow dialect instant he heard it. He had studied elven and he knows recognize the dialect. Altough some words were left in mystery because they used undercommon but the message overall was clear.<br><br>Adrian looked the trio and said; "Quite a curious group you are, one ratling, one human and one drow. But then again we are in Sword Coast and adventurer groups bloom like mushrooms in a rain in here. Anyways besides mild curiosity why a drow would do alone in surface I do not care color of her skin but I would advice everyone be cautious." He notices remaining gem on refuse of the bag and he asks; "Anyone going pick that last gem up?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackcatotaku</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 22:37:27</strong>
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				A little more than jarred that the woman turned out to be a drow she attempted to hide the shocked look on her face with mild success. "Of course Rose, not a problem at all." Trying not to stare at dark skinned elf she turned her attentions back to her companions and chose to address all present if they chose to listen. They were of course all going about various tasks. "I would invite everyone to introduce themselves if it does not seem overly redundant. I know I would prefer to be called by name rather than profession and seeing as we will be traveling all together for a time it might become confusing to address one another in such a manner. My name is Arlana." <br><br>she said mostly for the Ratling, human and drow's benefits but also thought if she did not know others names it was safe to presume they may not know hers either.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 00:23:41</strong>
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				Watching with mild interest at the scene unfolding before him, Sampson couldn't help but reflect on how differently things would've gone if he was still back in his old outfit. The Ogre business would've been settled much the same way, but beyond that they would've simply looted the corpses and been on their way; No muss, no fuss, and none of this altruism nonsense. From the corner of his eye Sampson noticed the Barbarian growing restless, apparently longing to leave this tepid martial encounter as much as Sampson did. He was even packing up his things and preparing to leave, regardless of anyone else's reservations on the matter, <strong><em>smart man. Get everyone's act together lest they lose an extra sword.</em></strong><br><br>When Sampson's attention turned back to the newcomers, he saw as the hooded woman revealed herself to be a Drow, causing the Mercenary to raise an eyebrow in surprise. Dark Elves weren't unheard of beyond the Underdark, but to find one in the company of a Human and Ratling was odd indeed. Sampson was about to comment on the revelation when Wil's voice broke the silence, accusing Kiira of trying to pilfer the poultice from the pile, "<strong>Sounds like you're the one who's never been in a group before</strong>" Sampson said flatly as he watched the two from his position, "<strong>Looting is first come, first serve. There's plenty of plunder in the piles, I'd suggest looking there before you start peepin' in other people's pockets.</strong>"<br><br>With that issue resolved (at least to him,) Sampson picked up his axe and made a move to his wagon, seeing as the party was wrapping up it's conversation with the hooded travelers. Halfway to the cart Sampson passed Aberik, who seemed to be interested in acquiring one of the jewels in the Ogre piles, "<strong>It's all yours, already got my share right here.</strong>" Giving two light pats on his coin purse for effect, Sampson continued on his way to the wagon, where he'll sit up in the driver's seat and wait until everyone's set to go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Meliai</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 01:36:13</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td><strong>"What do you think you are doing? Have you never worked in a group before? Unless there are eight of those, which I doubt, I suggest you keep it out of your pockets until we can have split fairly between all of us."</strong></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </td></tr></tbody></table><br>"As a matter of fact no!" Kiira said brightly, her voice as friendly as ever as she deftly twisted her wrist out of Wil's grasp. When she continued, her normally teasing cadence continued, along with a healthy dose of sarcasm. "I must say I'm ever so grateful for your helpful instruction. I would just <em>hate</em> to have you think I'm a scoundrel of some sort. I must say though, I'm a touch confused as to why you chose to confront me alone and not our bigger, scarier companion as well, since I could have sworn I saw you watching him when he took his little prize..."<br><br>She took the gem and pressed it into the hand that had recently held her wrist, flashing Wil a broad, saccharine grin. "Here, wouldn't want to worry the others. I'm sure this will be safe with someone as forthright and trustworthy as you seem to be."<br><br>Pointedly turning her back on the rogue she resumed her examination of the potion. She wore a faint scowl on her berry-colored lips, but it wasn't clear whether it was an aftereffect of her conversation with Wil or the difficulties she was having with the little glass vial.<br><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td><strong>Any clue what type of tonic is in there?</strong></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </td></tr></tbody></table><br>"Afraid not..." she said, letting out a frustrated sigh. "I don't have as a lot of experience with potions, truth be told. 'Got a vague idea, but I don't personally plan on swallowing vague ideas."<br><br>She began to head back towards the road, handing the potion off to Aberik as she passed him. "Fairly sure it's some type of enchantment, but I can't make hide nor hair of it beyond that."<br><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>"Anyone going pick that last gem up?"</td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </td></tr></tbody></table><br>"Careful hon'! Apparently we've got to chip those up into 8 pieces. Don't want to get scolded by our knife-wielding den mother, do you?" she said with a wink, her voice raised just high enough that the words were obviously meant for Wil, not the wizard.<br><br>As she continued on her eyes finally fell upon the drow woman and her steps faltered. She took a deep breath, stopping to watch the exchange, and tried to remind herself that not <em>every</em> drow's primary concern would be holding her down and slitting her throat. She stayed a few feet away from the group, apparently content to wait and see what the mysterious woman's reaction would be when she noticed a moon elf just a few paces away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ulthakptah</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 02:44:58</strong>
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				Wil rolled his eyes some at the man with axe. <strong>"Let me clarify for those who just have more muscles where there heads should be. When I said group, I meant group of teammates, not a group of roving thugs."</strong> With the gem in his hand now he would let the elf get away, for now at least. He would feel the elven maiden's comment of him being trustworthy came off with heavy sarcasm. He did respond though <strong>"While I assure you I have no intention of ripping off my allies, not shiting where I eat and all that, you all have no reason to trust that other than my word."</strong><br><br>He walked by scooping up the quartz before heading over to the paladin. <strong>"Her however you have reason to trust. Her word is her word to her god and I would bet it is worth more to her than these gems."</strong> He handed over the two gems to the paladin <strong>"Hold on to these until we can get to town and sell them. Then we will split the sale among us."</strong> Wil would then walk back to the pile of gold. He suddenly stopped then turned to face the cleric girl. <strong>"Oh, and I'm Willard Flint. You can call me Wil, or Flint."</strong> He knew there would be no convincing the meat head with the axe that his way of dividing was best for harmony in the party, so he sat and started to divide the remaining gold into 7 piles. <br><br>When he had finished, which didn't take long for a man of his intellect, he would say <strong>"390 gold split seven ways is 55 coins, and 60 for the healer, because lets face it healer is the most important job."</strong> He had set her pile separate from the others, which they could come and gather at their leisure. He would make sure to pick up his own share once the others had got theirs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 06:35:37</strong>
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				Aberik raises his eyebrow on Wil's method to share the coins and he says; "I am actually surprised someone promotes egual sharing in mercenary company. Oh well." Aberik takes potion what Kiira gave to him and he nods and replies; "I actually make magic potions and alchemy for living when not on road. So I should identify what this should do when you drink it. But once we camp though." Aberik places potion into folds of his robe and heads to gold biles to pick his share and place it on his money pouch. Hearing about healer getting bigger share he smirks and says; "I would argue being wizard is also important party role or fighter also. Healer can be cornered and killed without aid of wizard or fighter covering them up. Also rogue if we face traps and give life saving valuable intel through scouting. Altough healer is only one who can bring someone from near grave back to life but so can wizard who just happens have healing potion. But considering healers need spend some cash on things which benefit more than themselves and rest of the group so I do not mind them having bigger share for that purpose."<br><br>Then Aberik made a short bow towards everyone and said; "I am Aberik Dalmer, a illusionist."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 19:17:07</strong>
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				Upon seeing the drow Rose kept her expression the same as if the maiden in distress had been a pretty human girl. Arlana had introduced herself and it seemed appropriate that she do so as well. "And I am Rose, a knight in the service of Waterdeep," the red-haired dame introduced herself, bringing her gauntleted hand to her armored breast. <br><br>"Gold," Rose sighed, but with a smirk on her face as she glanced at Arlana, the two holy women the only ones who had not yet degenerated into petty squabbling over the loot. It was a minor miracle that they had not come to blows yet, but then again the day was still young. As she had expected one of the others, Wil, came up to her trying to rope her into the problem and trying to hand some of the ogres' gems to her. "Very well, I shall hold these in trust until such time as their value can be fairly distributed to all. But let me say this: learn to trust your comrades-in-arms, or never trust them at all," she told him, her words meant not just for him but for the others as well. The knight accepted the two gems and put them away for safekeeping, before she collected her own share of the gold.<br><br>It was high time to keep moving and not waste the rest of the day. "Sir Sampson, would you allow our new friends to ride on the wagon? It would hardly be fair or practical to expect them to walk," Rose called out as she mounted her own steed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Togashi</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 19:55:05</strong>
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				Ashton helped the drow woman to her feet and leaned in, whispering into her ear.(Rose, Kiira, and Arlana. Make a listen check if you want to try and overhear) He turned and gave a look at Toge, who nodded calmly, as if he knew what had been said already. As he walked away, he stretched, arms high above his head. The drow woman smiled to Arlana, bowing gently to her.<br><br>"Forgive my husband. He's very protective. My name is Ni'sara. I am a cleric in service of lady Eilistraee. You've already met my husband Ashton, and our friend Toge. I know my appearance may be alarming but please let me put your fears to rest. I am not like my brothers and sisters below ground. My goddess has charged me with reuniting my people with their brothers and sisters here, above ground, thus why I am here. One must be accustomed to sunlight to do my goddess' will in safer conditions than below. If you desire..."<br><br>She moved her hand to her rapier. She removed the weapon, sheath and all, from her belt, offering it to the paladin, then cleric. She was giving them the opportunity to take her weapon. But then again there was no way to know how armed she was under that cloak.<br><br>Jean came forward, approaching the group. She moved to stand beside the paladin and leaned in to whisper something to the firehaired young woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 20:13:26</strong>
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				Clenching his fist momentarily in anger at Wil's refusal to pay him an equal share of the gold, Sampson flitted his eyes towards the gold before reminding himself that the garnet he had in his pocket was worth more than two of those piles. Still, it did little to quell his increasingly sour feelings towards the Rogue, whom he gave a smirk to before replying coolly, "<strong>Ain't much difference between a teammate and a thug, just the honesty in their profession.</strong>" Bringing his attention back to the newcomers, Sampson replied in a brusque, almost unceremonious (at least compared to the other's introductions) manner, "<strong>name's Sampson</strong>" he stated, seemingly wanting to keep the pleasantries to the minimum with this crowd; what was the use in puffed-up courtesies when they were useless in such a situation? Kind words had their place, but a field next to a rotting Ogre wasn't one of them.<br><br>Rose's suggestion to have the newcomers ride in the back of Sampson's wagon was logical; after all, it wasn't like he had much else back there, so with a passive look at the new arrivals Sampson motioned towards the back of his wagon, stating, "<strong>you've got the back until we get to the fork between Soubar and Triel, but from there you're on foot.</strong>" Sampson was almost ready to leave it at that until the Drow began to speak, and what she said and did surprised him.<br><br>If Sampson was curious as to the Drow's purpose aboveground, her explanation only raised his suspicions in the woman. A Drow who not only lives aboveground as a cleric, but has taken a human male as her husband? Although that alone would've made Sampson have a second guess as to the Drow's true nature, the fact she was willing to relinquish her blade to complete strangers was, well... At least, it certainly flew in the face of Sampson's preconceptions towards the Dark Elves and their often violent, depraved and gynocratic ways. Still, Sampson looked none the more suspicious at this queer turn of events, even though inwardly he had a feeling he'd need to keep an eye on Ni'Sara, Ashton and Toge in the coming days.<br><br>Sampson waited until the newcomers piled up into the back (and if she wished, Arlana rejoining him in the passenger's seat) before heading back onto the road, no worse for wear then when they left to fight the Ogres, but all the more different in his opinions on the party itself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackcatotaku</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 22:27:05</strong>
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				Hesitating for a moment she found the dynamic of the three people they had rescued to be odd to say the least. Lingering for a moment belaboring standing up and fixing her skirt smoothing ti back into place she hoped that she might overhear what they had to say. <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Arlana rolled: 1d20<br>Comment: listen check<br>Result: 6,<br>Total: 6</div></div>Unfortunately all she could hear was the banter back and forth about what money they were able to recover from their encounter.<br>"I can assure you while I may not be as powerful a magic wielder as a wizard or as physical powerful a specimen as a barbarian I am clever and capable so put your mind at ease that I'm a merely a healer in distress constantly in need of protecting. With that said I do not think of myself more or less valuable than any others here who are all endowed with their unique strengths and weaknesses." She said in a polite but obviously edgy reply to Aberik's comment about healers. <br><br>Remounting into the wagon along side Sampson she folded her arms over her chest hoping to have another opportunity to witness how the newest trio to their party would conduct themselves. She still felt uneasy about it but there wasn't a great chance to discuss what was going on and the day was dwindling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kdyami</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 02:54:18</strong>
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				Dismounting and walking back to the group his hope that the would hurry if he made to leave dashed. But he had had a good vantage point from his perch on the steed. And noticed several very interesting things. Mingan was fascinated with people's interactions. He grew up in an all human community and now striking out on his own the multitude of races and culture was mesmerizing to watch. Though he really did fail to understand the motivations for much of it. His motivations were simple. Eat, drink, slay and be content; add a lovely wench and be fantastic.&nbsp; Leading him back to the group and the piles of gold. He had no interest in gems. No interest in whose roll was more important. Though if pressed he did end the last fight which puts him at the top of that list in his mind. But this illusionist was an interesting character. He talked too much and always making sure to speak in terms that weren't up for interpretation. Only people trying to hide something talked like that in his experience. Now hiding what he had absolutely no idea. Mingan smiled at the thought that he was secretly his illusions brother and had a tail hiding under the robes; 'yes that had to be it' he scoffed. <br><br>Mingan grabs his pile of gold and chuckles at the Drow snatching her proffered Rapier. "This is a toothpick to that Ogre," he said with a smile, "not a sword you know." Giving it a flourish and passing it back to the Drow. He did all this to judge her reaction but also her party, especially that husband of hers. Something was off about him. "I am Mingan." He introduced himself, "just Mingan."<br><br>He made his way back towards the wagon and his horse calling over his shoulder, "can we please go now?"&nbsp; Walking past Sampson he slid his hands past the mans bag dropping the contents of his hand with a soft clink. "I believe this is yours," he muttered under his breath, "the gold split by eight is fifty I believe. Don't go spending it all in one place."&nbsp; He walked off to his horse his body language clearly agitated to move off and continue their journey. <br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 16:47:33</strong>
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				Rose nodded as she listened to Jean's message and whispered something back to her. Then, in a less furtive volume, she finished, "Would you ride with me, or return to our lovely sorceress?"<br><br>She looked down at the ogre corpses and shrugged inwardly. Let them lie there as a warning to others of their wicked kind; the carrion eaters would pick the bones clean soon enough. She was eager to be on her way again without further delay.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Togashi</strong> on <strong>26-01-2013, 01:48:21</strong>
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				Ni'sara didn't seem phased by Mingan's jabs or his taking her sword. But when he gave it back she quirked a slender eyebrow before taking it. She was sure someone was going to want her disarmed but she wasn't about to fight it. She bowed to the barbarian kindly before she gave Ashton a hard look. She frowned and slapped him in the chest, causing the human to jump lightly.<br><br>"What the fuck?" he asked.<br><br>"Dos ssrig'luin tlu yugho." she countered.<br><br>"Usstan tlun tluin yugho!" Ashton said, in a whining voice.<br><br>The three new comers moved to the wagon, sitting calmly in the back. Toge was just laughing at their antics shaking his head lightly as he relaxed. He slid his katana from his hip and set it in his lap before closing his eyes, meditating.<br><br>"I believe I'd like to travel with you, Rose. I need to speak with you about something..." Jean said, nodding lightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>26-01-2013, 04:35:08</strong>
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				"Come on up, and tell me on the way," Rose offered a helping hand to pull Jean up into the saddle, behind her. Titania was large enough to carry two riders and was well-behaved even under the additional weight. Rose guided the horse a short ways apart from the rest of the group for some privacy as they traveled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>26-01-2013, 12:06:05</strong>
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				Once group was finally on move again, Adrian picks again his spelltome and starts study again like he did before ogre encounter and the meeting with the three strangers. Idly following along with the group while he rides.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>26-01-2013, 21:31:55</strong>
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				"<strong>'Tis unnecessary... But thank you</strong>" Sampson said as he accepted the money Mingan offered him, his tone hinting at genuine sincerity in his thanks.<br><br>Once the newcomers (and anyone else) have been loaded up onto the wagon, Sampson gave the reins a light flick to get the mules going and, as quickly as he had gotten off the road, he got back on it with the rest of the party.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kdyami</strong> on <strong>29-01-2013, 19:03:26</strong>
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				"Don't mention it," Mingan said kindly but his tone leaving no doubt he meant it literally not figuratively.&nbsp; <br><br>As they headed down the road on the way to Soubar.&nbsp; Mingan noticed it was starting to move to the end of the day so he called out. "Anyone know of a good place to spend the night?" he said, "Inn, copse, clearing, cave, anything of the like?&nbsp; Its about time to start thinking about resting for the night."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Togashi</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 18:07:12</strong>
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				Up ahead they could see a keep, likely a fortified inn. Those were expensive as the people that stayed there were often merchants and people used to paying higher prices for privacy and the safety of a night. And if it was an inn, they weren't going to let anyone camp inside their walls. Then again, if one were to camp outside one they were still not likely to be attacked, at least by animals.<br><br>"We should stop up here." Jean said, pointing at the fortification. "We can get a group room for a discount. I know this place from my travels with my family. It's not much but it's a warm place to sleep and they have pretty good food."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 18:42:26</strong>
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				Aberik measures weight of his pouch and murmurs something quietly when they approach the fortified keep and says; "I think we should go all in and pitch in to pay discount price for rooms, if they got enough for all of us."<br><br><em>Besides I did not spend my ass over ten years sitting in dusty hell to rub said ass in moist cold ground. So minimal outdoor sleeping the better.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Meliai</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 20:09:46</strong>
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				"Sounds good to my ears." Kiira chirped, dismounting her horse when they neared the walls surrounding the inn. She raised her arms above her head and stretched, grimacing a little. <br><br>It had been a while since she'd spent so much of a day on horseback and she wasn't looking forward to fielding her muscles' protests in the morning, which sleeping on the ground would probably do little to improve. The fact that she'd forgotten to purchase a tent in their rush to set out helped, hopefully the weather would hold if they were forced to camp outdoors before they made it to Soubar. Taking Kelytha by the reigns she lead the horse the rest of the way on foot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 23:20:46</strong>
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				"<strong>It'll beat taking watch and collecting firewood, I'm for it</strong>" Sampson quipped as he heard the general agreement to rest at the inn, a proposition Sampson agreed with; as the day grew longer, the need to find a place to stay for the night was moving to the forefront of the Mercenary's concerns, and the guaranteed prospect of a dry bed and warm meal was definitely preferable to field rations and grimy soil.<br><br>As the wagon neared the inn Sampson started to undo his combat attire, finding little need to keep it on when they'd be safely behind stone walls in a few minutes. Pulling off his leather gloves, Sampson revealed his hands were large, rough and calloused, the tan skin hardened and coarse from many hours of training. Flexing his hands as he let them breath, Sampson drove the wagon to where the rest of the party was congregating before stopping the vehicle, sliding out of the driver's seat, and giving out a throaty groan as he stretched his back, "<strong>here's to hoping they have a bathhouse</strong>" Sampson said breathily as he finished his stretching, "<strong>still got some of that blasted Ogre's grime on me, and I'd rather not sleep in it.</strong>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ulthakptah</strong> on <strong>01-02-2013, 07:47:23</strong>
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				Wil, rode in the back wagon with the random extras they had picked up. Making sure to keep an eye on them. Can never be to careful when dealing with denizens of the underdark. When they decided on the inn, he thought it would be a good idea too, and sleeping in a group would be all the smarter idea. Not only would they save on money, but there was also safety in numbers. He climbed out of the wagon and walked the rest of the way.<br><strong><br>"I wouldn't rule out taking watch. Even though I doubt someone would try and ambush us, if I were the thieving type an inn full of wealthy travelers would be on my list of places to hit."</strong> Though really he was more worried about the strangers they were traveling with. Well okay all of them were strangers, but some he could trust as they had a common job that paid the same per person.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackcatotaku</strong> on <strong>02-02-2013, 01:01:17</strong>
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				The sight of the inn was most welcome to Arlana as she slid out of the passengers side of the cart. Her back side was stiff and sore from riding in the wooden cart but it beat being saddle sore or blisters on her feet. Rubbing the small of her back and taking time readjust her clothes some she overheard Wil's comment and couldn't help but find logic in his statement. While she hated to assume the worst of people she was more anxious about the new companions they picked up and well honestly the whole of the party. They were so diverse a group it was hard for her to really feel safe yet.<br><br>"I agree with Wil that we should set a rotation for a watch throughout the night..." she pipped up not certain who would necessarily listen but regardless as long as a few agreed that's all that would be needed. Scrounging up her staff and sack of various items she started to head in towards the inn's entrance the setting sun was cooling their surroundings. The idea of respite inside the warm inn where hopefully a warm meal could be had was getting more appealing by the moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Togashi</strong> on <strong>06-02-2013, 04:50:54</strong>
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				"Places like these have plenty of large rooms. But I doubt they'd fit all of us in." Ashton said. "I'll be outside sleeping in a tree."<br><br>"Ashton..." the drow woman said, frowning at him before she sighed. "I guess I'm sleeping outside too, besides I need to dance tonight."<br><br>"I will stay with our friends." Toge said, as he nodded gently.<br><br>"Well I just hope they have a hot spring or a bath or something." Jean said, sighing. "I really hope they do because I really need one."<br><br>The fortified inn was like a tiny hamlet. A few houses and other buildings, a temple off in one corner, and in the middle, a large stone building with a sign hanging off it. It had no words but simply a unicorn on it with a silver horn. The Silver Unicorn was a simple looking tavern on the first floor. Above that were several rooms, some larger than others. Food and provisions could be gotten rather easily, but the rooms were expensive. 25 gold per person staying at the inn. Drinking was simple anything from very watered down mead at one copper, to expensive elven wine at ten gold a glass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>07-02-2013, 16:13:00</strong>
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				Upon hearing the price per night ration made Aberik cringe, it was quite costly but he could afford it with along ten gold spend for bottle for elven wine and decent dinner to go with it. Spending grand 40gp for luxury which also included bath and room for himself. Which albeit is large enough a another person could join him if he or she so wishes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>07-02-2013, 18:46:13</strong>
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				Once the party was within the safety of the Inn's walls, Sampson finished unlatching the last of the leather straps for his armor, pulling off the breastplate and putting it amongst his other belongings in the wagon. Beneath the breastplate Sampson was wearing a red tunic, the otherwise uniform sanguine hue peppered a darker carmine in the usual places due to perspiration, "<strong>this'll probably go without saying</strong>" Sampson said as he finished stowing away the wagon, untying the mules so he could lead them to the nearby stables for lodging, "<strong>but I'm heading on in to grab a drink and a bite to eat, y'all are welcome to join me.</strong>"<br><br>Finishing with his business outside, Sampson went into the tavern and, upon finding a place to sit (one with enough seats to accommodate anyone who wanted to join,) got to ordering a mug of mead and a plate of liver with onions. Along with his order, Sampson asked the barmaid, "<strong>You guys got a bath-house in this complex?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kdyami</strong> on <strong>10-02-2013, 01:09:46</strong>
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				Mingan wandered into the Inn, it was the usual kind of establishment. Plenty of people with too much to drink. He smiled ordering a pitcher of mead and ignoring the cup he was offered he simply drinks from the pitcher like an oversized tankard.&nbsp; Mingan sat with the loudest rowdiest bunch he could find.&nbsp; The drank, cavorted about women, terrorized the bar maids, or any other women who walked past, drank way too much and occasionally broke into song.&nbsp; At least it was rhythmic even if it lacked much musical notation: <br><em><br>Oh, you can search far and wide<br>You can drink the whole town dry<br>But you'll never find a beer so brown<br>As the one we drink in our hometown<br><br>You can keep your fancy ales<br>You can drink 'em by the flagon<br>But the only brew for the brave and true<br>Comes from the Green Dragon</em><br><br>Mingan shuffled over to the group of his teammates assembled.&nbsp; “So, tell me.” He said, “What do you think is so important that miss fancy pants wouldn’t send that metal man behind her after this precious book?”&nbsp; Taking another swig from his pitcher he continued, “I bet it’s Mister fancy pant’s to be’s short comings in bed.&nbsp; She certainly wouldn’t want his knights reading all about that now would she.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>16-02-2013, 02:07:20</strong>
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				After getting a response from the barmaid, Sampson was content with sitting back and bemusedly watching Mingan as he went off to carouse with the more hot-blooded members of the tavern. In fact, Sampson was more than ready to go over and join in with the singing, although personal reservations (and a plate of food) changed his mind. Fact of the matter was Sampson was technically still on the job, and until he got it done, and his payment, he would have to wait to raise a little hell (besides, personal experience has confirmed the battlefield is not the best of places to nurse a hangover.)<br><br>"<strong>Hey, mage</strong>" Sampson said to Aberik as he finished with his meal, pushing his plate away as he kept his gaze on the androgynous robed wizard, "<strong>C'mere, I'd like a word with you.</strong>"<br><br>If Aberik approached, Sampson would simply give him a smirk before stating, "<strong>that was some damn fine thinking back in that last battle. Me and my axe would've been happy to finish off those two Ogres, but to conjure an imaginary dragon and drive 'em off that way? You might've earned us a fat bonus doing that, what with the new arrivals being no worse for wear.</strong>"<br><br>In retrospect the compliment might've been unnecessary, but appreciation was deserved where it was earned; you don't foster ingenuity and cooperation with cold stares, after all. When Mingan approached Sampson was in the middle of taking a hearty draw from his mug, after finishing the Mercenary wiped his lips with the back of his hand before responding with a chuckle, "<strong>for two thousand gold it could be instructions on how to summon a Balor for all I care, although that'd be a lot less interesting then bedplay.</strong>" Leaning back in his chair, Sampson repeated "<strong>two thousand gold,</strong>" relishing every syllable before looking to the other party members, "<strong>So what do you guys think. Easy money or what?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>16-02-2013, 02:32:14</strong>
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				Aberik was drinking his elven wine and enjoying his meal until Sampson called him over. He shrugs and picks his bottle and glass, done with the meal already and he says; "It's Aberik and not 'mage'. Try at least remember my first name." When Sampson praised on his work, he could not help but feel bit inside smug pride for his profession and he replied; "Well, it asked remember what dragon looks like in detail as I had not seen one besides drawings and paintings and fill two dimensional image to become three dimensional. Along with imagination what it sounds like.<br><br>But as I started study art I found raw destructive magic to be.....simply clumsy and crude way to solve things. So I did not study offensive spells at all and focused deal with problems round about way. So I scared ogres and made them even trip over that grease in their panic as if they had focused remain calm and still they would not had necessary tripped over and become easy target for your axe."<br><br>When discussion went to two thousand gold and the book he shrugged and said; "I and Rose digged bit in library before we left. I found some ideas what the book contains but one theory was indeed summoning instructions for balor. Dangerous kind instructions as someone used it and blew up castle and got whole noble family wiped off from the earth. But so far they are theories and I can confirm which one it is if I check the book. As all three would make hunting the book risky proposition. But definitely the book would not hold dirty laundry of that woman and her affairs. As two thousand to just save her face? Far too easy money for such task."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ulthakptah</strong> on <strong>16-02-2013, 07:02:41</strong>
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				When Wil heard the price for a night stay he considered spending the night outside and taking his chances with the other highway robbers. Maybe he would get lucky and shack up with one of the others and split the bill. Sitting at the bar because what else was there to do, he over heard his comrades talking.<br><br><strong>"2,000 gold was the easy part. We could have just took that and not even try to get the book back. It's the other 8,000 that is going to get most of us killed."</strong> He shrugs his shoulders as he butted in<strong> "Then again she is probably hoping for some of us to die getting it. Less she has to pay when she gets the book, that is if she doesn't double cross us and kill us once we are no longer needed. I think we can all agree that a saucy dairy is not what is in that book. It probably is some powerful weapon, or holds the key to one. Either way I doubt getting it from who stole it will be easy, and I don't trust that our employer won't try and have us rubbed out on our return."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Togashi</strong> on <strong>16-02-2013, 15:45:40</strong>
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				The inn was full of people, most of them merchants. They were clearly relaxed, trusting the guards for this place to keep them safe and not willing to break the peace for one reason or another. The bartender gave out keys as they paid for rooms.<br><br>"Baths are an outdoor spring. It's over there." he said, nodding at at door in the back. "Unisex so nobody is gonna have any big privacy moments out there. Good luck."<br><br>Jean frowned as she looked around the inn, her eyes narrowing when she spotted someone. She stood there, glaring at him for a moment before she turned away and went to sit at a table. She was keeping her head down, that much was obvious, but she didn't seem intent on explaining as she sat there, staring into the candle flame in front of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackcatotaku</strong> on <strong>21-02-2013, 17:35:11</strong>
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				Overwhelmed would be a tremendous understatement the poor blue haired cleric felt accosted on every front. The loud lewd patrons were showy and some were obviously drunk as they were harassing the giggling bar maids who flirted for tips. The sights, sounds and smells of the busy inn was a stark contrast to the quiet of temple life to which she was accustomed. After several moments of staring at her surroundings she managed to pull herself together enough to go to one of the tables deciding to settle at the one where most of her travel companions seemed to gather.<br><br>Settling into an empty chair she looked around and tried to track down a bar maid which was more difficult than she expected most of them flocking to the male patrons flirting and carrying on. After several moments she managed to order a bowl of stew and some water. Never having drank before and already so uncomfortable with her surroundings she was quiet and listened instead of the banter between her team mates. She frowned a bit at some of the conversation but tried not to judge but seemed most displeased at Mingan's comment the sexual implications making her blush. She cleared her throat as if to remind him a lady was at the table but concluded that would make no difference.<br><br>Blue eyes widening when she heard about the communal bath she was tripping over herself to ask another question. "Surely there are private baths of some sort?" the notion of being naked in front of a stranger let alone a stranger of the opposite gender was horrific and the shock was plain on her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>22-02-2013, 19:00:29</strong>
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				A quick scan of the inn's clientele revealed the obvious; the place was a favored resting stop of merchants. Although Sampson's wares were more intangible then foodstuffs and trade goods, the revelation of who frequented this establishment put him more at ease. Although merchants were prime targets for thieves, it'd take either a really stupid or really brazen pickpocket to decide stealing from the obvious mercenaries was better than their usual marks. Still, if one was either of those Sampson would be more than happy to reward them with a broken arm and some missing teeth. <br><br>“<strong>I’ve risked my life for less</strong>” Sampson replied bluntly to Wil, idly tapping a finger on the rough wooden table, “<strong>unless she's got a private army, it'll take more than a few catspaws to off the crew we've got here.</strong>” The confidence in Sampson's voice at that declaration made him seem truthful in the assertion; with everything from a savage barbarian to a heavily-armored noble in the party, what's the worst that could happen?<br><br>Hearing about the baths being unisex surprised Sampson, but not in the same way it surprised the poor maiden sitting with them. At a place like this, the Fighter assumed they'd at least have separate facilities. No matter, public bathing was a fact of martial life, what could change when a womanly figure was added to the mix? "<strong>It's just a bit of skin, lass</strong>" Sampson said reassuringly to Arlana as he pushed himself away from the table. The girl's innocence was plain to see, but how long was this virginal view of the world going to last before the job's end? Giving a hearty exhalation as he got onto his feet, Sampson looked to the party members in the discussion before concluding in his familiar baritone, "<strong>Well, unless anyone has something important to say, I'm off to soak.</strong>"<br><br>Sampson strode to the backdoor that led to the bathing area... But not before passing Jean. Her discomfort upon seeing someone wasn't lost to the Mercenary, but Sampson wasn't exactly in the state of mind to sit down and give her a heart-to-heart; she was a fine enough woman, but solving her personal issues wasn't what he was being paid for. Still... After keeping his focus on her a second longer than necessary, he arrived at the door and was gone.<br><br>(Exit stage right to Springs.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Meliai</strong> on <strong>23-02-2013, 10:06:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://dl.dropbox.com/u/42499880/Elliquiy/Kiira.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; </div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Kiira Vanessaril</strong></span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158814.msg7302445#msg7302445)<br><hr><br>Kiira was releived when no one objected to stopping at the inn. From the previous few disagreements she'd been a little worried that it was going to be nothing but endless bickering with this group. After seeing the horses settled in she payed for her bed and made a quick jaunt to the rooms just to be sure they were worth the gold. She stashed her haversack beneath her bed, leaving Miir curled up atop it in the unlikely event someone felt foolish enough to try and rob the eclectic band of hired goons.<br><br>She returned to the common room just in time to catch the last few lines of one of Mingan's songs and grinned. It was interesting to find he had methods of operation beyond Stone Faced Killer. She procured a glass of spiced wine from the bar before sauntering over to the table where a portion of the party was gathering.<br><br>"Oh the whole thing smells completely rotten to me!" she said with a bright grin and chipper air, as if the prospect of being back-stabbed by the mysterious noblewoman was quite exciting. "If there's really a book with something so incriminating she'd pay us each a small fortune I suspect she'll just try have us all killed as soon as we've retrieved it, but <em>peeeeeersonally</em> I'm guessing we aren't meant to return at all."<br><br>There was a mischievous glint in her eye as she took a sip of her wine, "Mark my words, there'll be something far more interesting than strife between noble families waiting for us in Soubar." she said brightly, draining the last of her wine and setting the glass down with a definitive thump before giving the others a little bow and dismissing herself from the conversation.<br><br>A few minutes later she appeared across from Jean, two drinks in hand. She slipped gracefully into an empty chair, sliding one of the glasses across the table. "Copper for your thoughts, mysterious stranger? You look a bit troubled."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Togashi</strong> on <strong>23-02-2013, 11:35:13</strong>
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				Jean blushed when Sampson caught her eye. Her eyes narrowed after a moment, her eyes flickering around before she nodded slightly. She was about to stand when Kiira appeared, causing her to jump in surprise. Taking the drink she was given she smiled at the lovely sorceress before she quickly chugged it down as swiftly as possible.<br><br>"I was just going to go take a bath. Care to join me?" she asked before looking to the others. "Honestly if I understand your scenario correctly, she's right... You're not going to survive this, at least that's what she's counting on. Whoever SHE is, she wants you dead. My guess is one of you is carrying something. I don't know if you know about it or not, but when you get to where you're going she'll know... I can feel a lot of magical energy from you guys and if you'd like I can check anything you guys got from this woman. If she's used anything that someone can follow from Soubar it's either powerful or some kind of Scrying beacon. But the oldest trick in the book is misdirection. Make someone look one way, while in the other direction nobody see's anything. And be careful because if there's a show in Soubar, particularly gypsies or circus folk, you might want to keep your hands on your wallets. They use kids to rob everyone watching."<br><br>She walked away, heading for the hot spring door, hips swaying slightly with every step as she left. She entered the changing room which was separated, men on one side, women on the other. Stepping into the women's area she undressed and wrapped&nbsp; towel around her body before climbing into the hot water.<br><br>The waitress standing by the table frowned at the cleric, quirking an eyebrow.<br><br>"The changing rooms are separated, my lady. You don't have to be nude before members of the opposite sex if you don't wish to be. But the only private baths we have are occupied. They've been purchased by a merchant that's been staying with us for a few days. If you'd like to try to speak with him, he's over there. I don't think you'll have much luck but for someone like you he might make an exception."<br><br>She discreetly pointed off to the corner where a fat, ugly, slob of a man was laughing and drinking from a bottle. He was laughing with three girls kneeling beside his table. They were obviously slaves and wore nearly nothing. If it weren't for the shimmering, extremely thin, bandannas they wore for tops and bottoms they'd be nude. Behind the man were three bodyguards.<br><br>One a woman with short brown hair, and deep blue eyes. She was clad in black pants, and white tunic under half plate armor. Down her back a long violet cape flowed, barely brushing the floor. One hand rested at her side, while her free hand rested on the hilt of her rapier. She didn't seem all that interested in anything going on around her, but still she seemed to be ever vigilant for anything that might attack her employer.<br><br>On one side of her was a red head, her hair in a french braid. Her body was clad in red robes under bright silver armor with gold designs lightly covering it. She stood there with a halberd on her back, her eyes scanning the crowd quickly, watching the various people around her as she waited for her boss to finish so she could sleep.<br><br>On the other side of the brunette was yet another woman, bright green hair pulled into a high ponytail. She wore simple looking tribal clothing. For all appearances she was one of some nomad tribe or another. At her hip was a katana resting in an ivory sheath covered in silver tribal designs. She wore fingerless gloves that came up to her elbows and her long leg was exposed through the slit in her robes that went nearly up to her hip.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Redhead - http://fireemblemblog.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/titania.jpg (http://fireemblemblog.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/titania.jpg)<br>Brunette - http://images.wikia.com/fireemblem/images/d/d9/Tanith.jpg (http://images.wikia.com/fireemblem/images/d/d9/Tanith.jpg)<br>Tribal - http://img651.imageshack.us/img651/5039/6467840m.jpg (http://img651.imageshack.us/img651/5039/6467840m.jpg)<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>23-02-2013, 11:56:19</strong>
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				Aberik shrugs what other says about situation and replies; "Well, we see what awaits us at Soubar. Either trap is there or along way back when we are supposed return the book." Then innkeeper mentions the baths and hearing cleric ask about get private one and then guided to ask from merchant, With just one glance Aberik snorted and said; "I advice you just go to the baths now that Kiira and Jean are heading there. As no doubt that merchant would ask more than just see you nude to get use his private bath." Aberik's curiosity lingered on the mercenaries on the merchant's side, wondering did merchant hire them for professional skill or looks? Or bit both?<br><br>Either way Aberik finishes his glass and picks his bottle of elven wine and says; "I go study on my room a bit, wait things quiet down and then go baths myself." With that said he goes up stair and study his book, but also he takes one the scrolls what he bought and he starts study it and ready to copy the spell onto his spellbook.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>24-02-2013, 07:35:38</strong>
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				Once he was in the changing room, Sampson got to work undressing, slipping off his clothes before wrapping a towel around his waist. His business in the changing room concluded, the Mercenary went into the hot springs proper. The faint yet noticeable heat emanating from the waters warmed Sampson’s spirits as much as it did his flesh; when bathing in cold streams or cool pools is the norm, a warm wash was a luxury seldom indulged. Padding to the edge of the water, Sampson worked off the towel, letting it fall in a crumpled pile around his feet as he stepped nude into the water. A low groan that could be described as both pleasure and relief escaped his lips as the Fighter steadily lowered himself into the warm water, <em><strong>how could this get any better?</strong></em><br><br>After what seemed like a minute of much-needed soaking, Sampson promptly got to work sloughing the day’s grime off his flesh; scrubbing his firm, tanned skin with rough hands, Sampson periodically submerged himself entirely in the pool to work out the dirt and oils from his short black hair. It was in the midst of re-emerging from one of these dunks that he saw Jean had come in to bathe, “<strong>came to join me?</strong>” Sampson asked rhetorically, the water from his hair forming thin rivulets as it ran down his cheeks, through his stubble and dripping off his strong square jaw, “<strong>figures, can’t imagine anyone in the party passing this up. Come in and make yourself comfortable, there’s room to spare.</strong>”<br><br>Positioned on the opposite side of the spring from the young woman, Sampson pulled his arms out of the water, resting his elbows on the pool’s edge as he wordlessly watched Jean get in with him. Flitting his cobalt eyes from her figure to the changing room doors, Sampson returned his gaze to the woman, “<strong>you seemed a little iffed in the bar. What’s bothering you?</strong>" He inquired, the hint of concern in his question seemingly at odds with the otherwise tranquil air of the setting.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Gah! Sorry that I changed my initial post so much. Re-read it after sleeping and just <em>had</em> to spruce it up, although I kept the conversation bits and general concept of the paragraphs intact.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackcatotaku</strong> on <strong>26-02-2013, 19:08:36</strong>
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				Nodding at Aberik's comment&nbsp; she didn't like to pass judgement but the merchant seemed to be a man of many vices, slovenly, drunk, and lecherous. "Yes I unfortunately am forced to agree with you Aberik that going the route of persuading such a man would be unwise..." she sounded down trodden. Trying not to be dismissive of the bar maiden she smiled and responded. "I appreciate the information, I'll think about it." Being scoffed at and belittled for her chastity was not something she was found of and might later be exploited if she didn't do better to mask it.<br><br>"I hope your studies are uneventful." Arlana said in response to Aberik excusing himself. Sipping the hot tea she had ordered she finished off the mug and left some coin on the table. Having concluding that cleanliness was more important at the moment she rose from the table and begrudgingly went into the women's changing area. Disrobing in the privacy of the changing stall she also removed some of the bindings she wore&nbsp; in order to tie down her bust and keep herself modest and protected in her normal attire. Pulling a towel around her ample figure more tight than was necessary and re-emerged in the bath house her long blue hair draped around her shoulders. <br><br>Slipping into the water cautiously while trying to fight the pervasive blush forming on her cheeks planning to keep to herself and then exit as quickly as she could. However once inside the hot soothing water felt amazing against her sore tired body, just one day away form the confines of the temple and she was already so homesick.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Meliai</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 10:57:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://dl.dropbox.com/u/42499880/Elliquiy/Kiira.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; </div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Kiira Vanessaril</strong></span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158814.msg7302445#msg7302445)<br><hr><br>The mysterious girl's suddenly loose tongue drew a raised eyebrow from the elf, but she made no comment, simply watching her with a faint smile as she spoke. When she left for the baths, Kiira quickly downed the rest of her drink, shivering slightly as a rush of warmth washed over her petite frame. With a little smirk and a salute she bid farewell to the rest of the party before following after Jean.<br><br>The green-haired girl was still stripping down when she entered the women's changing room, and the sorceress ran an appraising eye briefly up and down her half-clothed figure. <em>Very cute...</em> she thought with a little smile, but turned away to give her a bit of privacy. She then began to shed clothing herself, showing no sign of caring whether there was anyone else watching. The few bits of silvery jewelry she wore were removed first, then the pouch-covered belt and sturdy, grey-dyed boots, unlaced just enough to be slipped off before being tucked carefully away beneath a bench. The stockings came next, each leg in turn lifted, delicate hands slipping up the bottom of her skirt to grasp the black lace tops and carefully slip each silk stocking from its leg. Next was the tunic, a simple but well-fitted garment of dark purple, held together by a few simple ties up the left side of her torso. She wore nothing beneath it; though such curves were unusual for an elf, her large breasts were perfectly perky, standing high and proud thanks to her race's natural youthfulness. Finally the skirt, a simple grey garment that's lower hem hit her at mid-thigh, hit the floor with little ceremony. Each garment was carefully folded and tucked safely away on a shelf (a shelf clearly built with human heights in mind, forcing the elf to stand on her toes to&nbsp; reach it.)<br><br>With a satisfied smile and closed eyes, Kiira intertwined her finger and raised them high above her head, arching her back and letting out a small sigh as she stretched. <em>Gods</em> it was nice to be off that damn horse, it had been far too long since she'd ridden and her body was protesting fiercely. She glanced over her shoulder just in time to see Jean leaving through the other door and smiled to herself. A moment later her lucky coin was in her hand, and then spinning through he air. She said a brief prayer asking Tymora for luck, finished before the coin was caught, and left with a smile after returning it to a belt pouch.<br><br>When she emerged from the changing rooms a short towel was wrapped snugly around her body. She scanned the pools until she spotted Sampson and Jean, and approached them with a coquettish smile on her face. She loosened and shed the towel as she slowly slipped into the blissfully hot water, though by some small miracle the soft cotton managed to hide all of the more interesting bits of her anatomy until they were well hidden by water and steam. Eerily blue eyes closed, she sunk slightly into the water, unable to help but let out a little moan. "<em>Gods</em> that's nice! There should be some sort of government regulation requiring all inns to have a nice hot bath like this."<br><br>Though her eyes were closed and her head resting against the edge of the pool, she was apparently still listening to the others. "Hmmmm...'s that green haired girl standing with the fat slob, right?" she asked, following up Sampson's rather more tactful question. "She looks a bit like you. Same sorta clothing and everything..."<br><br>She was silent after rather bluntly prying at the girl, regardless of whether or not she shared more of her story. Maybe two full drinks hadn't been wise; her small frame couldn't handle as much alcohol as your average human, and she had an unfortunate habit of forgetting that when she got excited. After a few minuets it was difficult to tell whether the sorceress was merely holding her tongue, or had drifted off to sleep, but the former becomes evident when she suddenly sits bolt upright, her eyes snapping open as she causes a rather impressive splash. "The chest!" she exclaims triumphantly, looking from Jean to Sampson with a borderline manic grin on her face. "The...the scrying beacon! Or whatever! It's the chest! I mean it's a little bit brilliant actually...that much money, post people would consolidate it into gems, yeah? But if she gives it to us in coins it's too much to carry around practically, so whatever we don't spend goes back in the chest `nd we carry it along with us. I mean who'd expect the damn box to be enchanted? There's nothin' else she gave us though, 'sept for the coins, 'n she couldn't enchant one uh those b'cus she didn't know which we'd spend n' which we'd keep." She lets loose a tipsy little giggle before sinking back into the water, either not noticing or not caring that her rather impressive breasts had been above the water for the entirety of her little rant. "I'm quite clever sometimes, aren't I...?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>07-06-2013, 02:32:35</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Rose Amcathra</span><br><br><hr><br>The paladin was quiet and contemplative on the way to the inn. She got a bit livelier when she heard about the possibility of a hot bath. First, though, she paid the innkeeper for her room, got her key, and retreated to the privacy of her chamber to strip off her armor. It was a tricky task without someone to help her, and to re-don her armor properly later she would need an assistant, but she could at least take off the heavy metal piece by piece by herself and stow it away neatly in the armoire.<br><br>After locking the door behind her Rose made her way to the changing rooms where she stripped off the remainder of her clothing and wrapped a towel around herself. Without her armour to provide bulk, her frame looked suprisingly small and slender. She took the few items she intended to always keep close at hand and folded another towel around them, which she carried as she made her way out to the water proper.<br><br>"Oh, this is quite nice, the proper way to end the day," Rose sighed contently as she put down her package at the edge of the bath and slipped in. She hadn't tied up her hair and so it fanned out freely behind her in the water. The towel around her body became waterlogged and clung to her figure, outlining her curves. She lowered herself until her head was entirely below the water and then lifted back up, droplets running in rivulets down her fair skin and silky hair. Instead of perhaps sitting still like the others, though, she waded through the water, letting its warmth wash over her limbs and carry away the aches and soreness of the day's ride.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ulthakptah</strong> on <strong>07-06-2013, 06:48:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i749.photobucket.com/albums/xx134/ulthakptah/bhjbjjho1_500.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wilard Flint (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158814.msg7305859#msg7305859)</strong></span><br><br><hr>Wil watched with curiosity the people around him. The Merchant with the entourage of beautiful body guards was Something to note. He looked sleazy, shifty, and all around foul. Definitely a person to keep an eye on while staying here. Considering the "wares" the merchant was with, he could be interested in poaching some of the pretty things that Wil was traveling with. With the amount of guards the merchant had, he might actually be able to take one if she was on her own. Wil shook his head for a moment. His paranoia was running away with him. <br><br>It would be best to just forget about it all. The others seem keen on taking a bath, and maybe that wasn't a half bad idea. The warm waters would do well for his muscles, and the steam might help clear his mind. That and it mind be a little bad form if he was the only one still smelling like a wet dog. Getting up from the bar he walks past the three lady mercs. He gives them one last look before disappearing into the mens' changing room.<br><br>In the mens' room he heads over to one of the storage areas and started to strip. A chain shirt and a little bit of leather armor wasn't that much harder to get out of than regular clothes. Undoing a couple straps and slipping out of his clothes, the rogue stood the stark naked. He stashed his armor and clothes into his haversack. His weapons too apart from twin daggers he hid in a rolled up towel. Not knowing when he could be ambushed, it was his thought to always have something close at hand. <br><br>After stashing his bag in the mens' room he walked out into the baths. He could feel the warm air on his skin, and looked forward to getting in the bath. He didn't look at his fellow companions, almost like he didn't even notice they were there. He walked around the edge and picked a spot where he could see the entrance to the baths without having to turn to see them. Setting the dagger filled towel on the edge near the spot he picked, Wil lowered into the bath. First thing he did was dip all the way under soaking his hair and slicking it back. Then he slouched back so his nose and eyes just rested above the surface of the water. Resting like this he lets the warm water soak into him as he relaxes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Togashi</strong> on <strong>08-06-2013, 08:35:30</strong>
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				"I know all three of them. They're very skilled, and all dangerous," Jean said, before ducking under the water.<br><br>She came back up, her hands sliding her hair back out of her face as she sighed. She sat there, and brushed some of the water out of her face before she turned to face the sorceress beside her. Her eyes narrowed as she looked around, taking in everyone present. She made mental notes and sighed before she looked up at the sky, watching the stars overhead as the very last slivers of sunlight vanished into darkness.<br><br>"And the man that employs them is pretty infamous... He has a bounty on his head. But those three don't care for bounties, they just like to fight... If they're protecting him, it's for the chance to beat anyone that comes to claim the money on his head. As for the chest, I suppose it would be good. But did she give you anything else? Seals? Symbols? Anything at all? At the very least we know one of you is carrying something. The question is, what is it, and did they know they were carrying it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>10-06-2013, 23:52:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U60bw0FTRHA/TiTrp2QOXCI/AAAAAAAAAHk/rPecVzpK2qc/s1600/AnimeMaleMage.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aberik Dalmer (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158814.msg7306054#msg7306054)</strong></span><br><strong>Where:</strong> Inside his inn room<br><strong>With:</strong> No one<br><hr><br>Aberik picks the scroll he bought in the markets and which he had studied during riding trip today. He had got decent work done today on the spell and he plans now complete his study of the scroll. He had cast cantrip to able read the scroll perfectly (so he could use it too if need be). But such valuable spell is better added to his spellbook than being used likely tomorrow search for the culprit. So he concentrates and focus on the formulas what he had not yet focused on during the day......<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Adding spell from scroll</div><div class="spoiler_body">As stated above Aberik had cast read/write magic cantrip (replacing one memorisized detect magic slots) on scroll to decipher it.<br><br>Now he attempts to do Spellcraft DC 15+spell level to learn the spell and then write it down on his spellbook. It takes 'day' to accomplish and he had studied his tome and scroll during riding (not perhaps most efficient ways but still possible when leaving horse on autopilot). If he fails spell is not spend from scroll, but if he succeeds spell disappears from scroll and he gets to add it. If he fails, he cannot retry until he gains new spellcraft rank (so in level up).<br><br>The spell in question is Locate Object.<br><br>Spellcraft check: 27 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=47161)<br><br>Yeah! Aberik nails it!<br></div></div><br>Aberik pleased smiles when the spell formula opens up to his mind in perfect clarity and he pens down it on his spellbook. Once done the spell disappears with golden flicker of dust from the scroll and leaving empty clean parchment. Feeling small triumph inside of him as this was first spell he ever added on his book from a scroll! Of course he adds handful spells as part of self-study but this is far more challenging work to do it so fast!<br><br>Aberik looks on outside and sees already moon in the sky and sees the candle he brought has already burned down to bottom by the time he started to finish his studies on the scroll. He stretches on the chair and yawns, reaching for bottle of elven wine and sipping directly from the bottle, a bit crass behavior but he thinks he can do it in privacy of his own room to just sip from the bottle. Taking mouthful of the elven wine which numbly relax his hyped up brain to calm down from work it just did and he says to no one specifically; "Well, better visit the baths and get cleaned up for the bed. I guess there is going to be early rise tomorrow." With that said he checks the closet in the room and finds that there is bathrobe for paid clients who want late dip into hot spring. So he disrobes in comfort of his own room and dresses on the robes and heads downstairs and to the hot springs.<br><br>OOC: Above likely occurs very late in evening, around 22:00. Aberik started study around 18:00 and others had gone to hot springs in that hour. Unless GM wants to waive the time and say it took just hour or so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrBubbles</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 00:07:40</strong>
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				From where he was resting in the tranquil waters of the pool, Sampson had a clear view of those who came to join them; first was Kiira, whose Elvish body sported unusually un-Elvish curves as she gracefully slipped into the water with practiced poise. Next up was Rose Amcartha, the noblewoman and Paladin whose frame was expectedly harder than the Sorceress's, but nonetheless possessed a body that spoke of fine breeding. Unlike Kiira, Rose didn't seem content with resting near the edge of the pool, deciding to work her muscles in the fine water, <em><strong>smart girl</strong></em> Sampson thought, <em><strong>can't work out the kinks without stretching the material, as they'd say</strong></em>. Lastly was the Rogue, who like Sampson chose to enter the bath-house itself completely nude, "<strong>Wil! How nice of you to join us</strong>" Sampson said with a smirk, his dark blue eyes glinting as his voice boomed it's familiar baritone, "<strong>for a moment there I thought I'd be the only dick here.</strong>"<br><br>Sampson was content with laying his head back against the edge of the pool and letting the water do it's thing when the sudden sound of a splash broke his lull, causing him to snap his head up and inspect whatever caused the commotion. What he saw was... Eye-catching, to say the least; Kiira bolted upright, her expression more than a little excited as she inadvertently lifted the upper half of her chest out of the water. Her spark of brilliance certainly made sense, and yet as she continued to talk his eyes wandered downward, from her eyes to the perky things which glistened and heaved just above the water. The sight of them brought on a familiar stirring in his loins, although Kiira had sunk down into the water before any real growth could occur, "<strong>so our sweet little employer wants to keep tabs? Sure, I can handle that. Besides</strong>" he gave a sly grin, "<strong>I like it when people watch.</strong>"<br><br>At that, Sampson began to feel restless; maybe Rose had the right of it after all, and moving in the water would be better than sitting idle. Pushing away from the edge, Sampson waded across the length of the pool, passing Rose (and giving her a light pinch on the rear) before finding himself next to Kiira and Jean, "<strong>I can't think of anything else besides the chest</strong>" Sampson replied to Jean, looking over to her as he settled close to the Elf, "<strong>and there's a bounty on his head? Any idea how much? I'd be up for challenging those sword sisters to a little duel if it means a bonus in my pocket.</strong>"<br><br>Turning his attention to Kiira, Sampson gave her a smirk as he spoke softly, "<strong>you're certainly something. Clever, cunning and charismatic, maybe, but...</strong>" Underneath the water, one of Sampson's large, rough hands found it's way to one of the Elf's creamy thighs, resting on it as he continued, "<strong>... I can't seem to forget that little comment you made back with the Ogres. Questioning my skill with a sword, was it?</strong>" Sampson took his hand off her thigh and used it to gently, but firmly grab her wrist. Practically enveloping the dainty thing, Sampson guided her hand until her fingers and palm rested on his cock, which even in it's half-flaccid state was massive (his manhood apparently being proportionally as large as the rest of him,) "<strong>well, show me you could do better.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>12-06-2013, 07:00:32</strong>
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				"Hey!" Rose gave Sampson a slap when he so ungentlemanly molested her bottom. She stood straight in the water to stretch her arms and back, her upper body above the waterline, but unlike a certain elf she did preserve a modicum of modesty by keeping her towel on. The waterlogged cloth hung straight down from her perky tits, its hem dragging in the pool, well away from her abdomen.<br><br>With the immediate kinks worked out the paladin relaxed completely and floated on her back in the spring. "We didn't take anything directly from her other than the gold, and the chest it was in," she reminisced as she drifted freely in the water. "Unless she had someone plant it in while we were shopping. Or... sorry," she muttered as her head bumped against Sampson's back, and she waved her hands in the water casting off in the opposite direction. "Anyways, there was also the symbol she showed us. We didn't take the original but we made copies; do you reckon it works that way, Kiira?" she directed her question to the busty elf. Without needing to look at her she continued, "Well, if you aren't too busy playing with swords - not sure what you see in them, I prefer lances myself - longer, thicker, harder."<br><br>Her voice resumed a somewhat serious, business-like tone. "As for the merchant, the day of his reckoning and the freedom of his slaves may well be not far off, but it shall not be tonight, not while we are guests and strangers under this roof."<br><br><hr><br>Later that evening...<br><br>Rose was sitting by the edge of the bath, kicking her legs idly in the water. Her hair, now washed, was done up in a bun to keep it from cascading onto the ground and pool. She looked up as Aberik entered, a smirk dancing on her lips. The towel was wrapped around her just below the underside of her breasts, which themselves were hidden from view behind crossed arms. The fabric reached down just low enough to barely hide the triangle between her legs from view, while doing nothing to cover her milky white thighs.<br><br>"I was wondering when you'd show up. It seems you have a bet to make good on," she laughed, bringing up the knee further away from him to her chest, the towel fanning out and blocking his view of her legs and the honeypot between at his current angle - and if he tried to go around to get a better look, well, his path would dump him right in the hot springs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackcatotaku</strong> on <strong>12-06-2013, 18:14:43</strong>
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				The chaotic scene inside the bath left Arlana feeling cold. It was all so unfamiliar and overwhelming to the sheltered cleric whose face was now a beaming red when she couldn't help but stare at Rose when she jutted from the water sending ripples and splashes every which direction followed up by a resounding slap. The mixture of rowdy raunchy behavior interwoven with the more serious business was hard to keep pace with. Trying to force herself to at least be present her hands clenched with fingers digging into her palms she then found it resoundingly distasteful to stay put when she found Sampson urging one of the women's hands into his lap to molest his manhood. <br><br>Standing up as inconspicuously as she felt she could her presence had been largely unnoticed to begin with so she felt little danger for anyone to stare or protest as she slipped out. The water soaked towel she had wrapped herself in was now clinging to her robust figure water dripping down her long slender legs and the towel gripping her shapely bottom and thighs. She had intentionally slipped out of the water with her back facing the group as she swiftly headed out the room to change. Now not only was her body still tired and sore but her mind was buzzing with the scenes of the bath house leaving her feeling unsteady.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>13-06-2013, 16:24:41</strong>
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				Aberik came from dressing room wearing the bathrobe which he found in his room and carried bottle of elven wine, seeing Rose sit on the hot spring where was no one else at the moment and then her telling him about the bet they made. He smiled and said; "The bet was about facing one hostile encounter during reaching outskirts of Soubar and so far as I know we are not yet there. Second one may pop up before we reach there. But your winning so far the five gold bet regarding nature of the threat of the said encounter. I did say in first or second encounter is with more about bandits, raiders or so less monstrous humanoids. But we faced ogres so far. But I may agree that saying first or second is bit too much in my favor and so declare that you won the five gold for that bet." Aberik moved past Rose to other side of the spring and he undresses his bathrobe while standing on edge of the hot spring. Despite the femine facial appearance and quite slim and delicate body structure, he is still man beneath his robes and not in small measure. Although lack of facial hair includes also lack of carpet.<br><br>Aberik slips into the water and takes another sip from his elven wine bottle while closing his eyes and he says; "I managed transfer spell from scroll to my spellbook, so tomorrow morning I can memorizes spell which could help track the thief from Soubar. Or give clue which direction he went after Soubar."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Togashi</strong> on <strong>13-06-2013, 18:21:43</strong>
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				"The bounty is big so far. Five hundred gold. But like I said, most bounty hunters don't mess with those three. They're known as the Lorka sisters. They're bounty hunters if the money's good enough, but he must be paying them way more than they'd make if they're his bodyguards. They love to fight, always looking for a challenge. Give them one and you may end up alive. But if you don't make them work for it, and you'll not live long enough to regret it." Jean explained, sighing lightly. "Have a good night, priestess!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackcatotaku</strong> on <strong>13-06-2013, 18:36:36</strong>
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				Standing still for a moment she knew it would be rude to just leave and not say something also she was irked that once again yet another traveling companion&nbsp; had no idea what her name was. "I hope you find your night restful, Jean. Please feel free to call me by my name, its Arlana. Today has been rather eventful so I can see where that may have been lost in the shuffle." she said as politely as she could muster with how weary and awkward she felt that night. She managed to maintain a soft smile her full lips flushed red from the heat of the bath that she hoped was convincing enough.<br><br>&nbsp;Turning on he heel she continued out and changed in the barely private changing stall as quickly as she could debating if she wanted to change in her room but weighed that it would be more embarrassing to walk through the bustling tavern in nothing more than a wet towel. Having slipped back on her robes leaving the bindings bunched under her arm she only bothered with it when she need to done her armor to prevent chaffing. In the back of her mind she wondered what the rest would be occupying their night with as she clutched her holy symbol running her finger along the smooth silver symbol.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>14-06-2013, 08:04:53</strong>
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				Rose didn't try to hide the fact that she was ogling Aberik as he stripped off his bathrobe. She smiled appreciatively when she saw that he was well-endowed despite his feminine frame. True, it wasn't a surprise considering that she had manhandled him earlier in the day, but visual confirmation was nice nonetheless. The only question remaining was whether he was as equally gifted wielding his weapon as he was with its size.<br><br>For now, though, the redhead intended to test his skill with another muscle rather higher up his body. "I'm feeling lucky tonight," she giggled, "And I want an advance on the bet. Not the part with the gold, the part with your tongue. Besides, I'm sure you'll find me a much sweeter drink than that cheap wine." So saying she spread her legs and lifted her towel. While she waited for him to open his eyes and see that her color was natural, she played with herself by tracing a slender finger between her lower lips, moistening her digit - and not just with the hot spring's water.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>14-06-2013, 23:27:05</strong>
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				Aberik listened Rose eyes closed until she said she wants advance with his tongue than gold, opening one his eyes he looked Rose when she had spread her legs and was fingering and moistening herself. He smiles and says; "Well, that's quite a claim which I need check out myself. Elven wine is rather good for being bottled cheap." Adrian then swims smoothly over the hot spring water, carrying one hand the bottle and other using paddle way through. He places bottle down near Rose while he swimmed up close to slit what she was fingering.<br><br>He takes gentle hold on her wrist and guiding her moistened finger to his lips, his tongue sliding out and wrapping around the finger to lick it before pressing lips to her finger tip and sliding finger in to his mouth. Diving deep to her knuckle and then slowly withdraw his lips over length of her finger and suck her flesh. With pop her finger comes loose and Adrian replies in thoughtful manner; "Hmmmm, a interesting flavor I say. Not bad." Adrian then moves to lower lips themselves, starting his work with slow sliding warm and wet tongue which starts from lower side of the lips and slit, sliding along left side curving it's way to up, brushing and stroking outer petals sides before reaching side of clitoral hood. Making quick slide underside of it and then continue way down curving along right side of Rose's slit. He used upper side when going up but he now uses underside of his tongue when going down, giving different texture based strokes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>15-06-2013, 16:00:00</strong>
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				"What do you mean, <em>not bad</em>?" Rose retorted incredulously, an eyebrow raised. "You obviously know nothing about wine, no- oh! - that tickles," she giggled as she first felt his tongue on her lips. Her laughter soon gave way to throaty moans as she appreciated his attentions very vocally. She leaned back breathing heavily, her hands on his head running through and clutching his hair, as her pink petals moistened beneath his tongue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Togashi</strong> on <strong>17-06-2013, 02:13:09</strong>
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				Jean sighed as she slowly moved to her feet, sliding out of the tub. She pulled her wet towel off as she made her way into the inn once more. She dressed in the changing room and made her way into the building again. As she entered, there were cat calls, and the fat merchant laughed, pointing at her. After raising his hand and snapping, the three bodyguards moved to cut Jean's path off away from him, forcing her back toward him.<br><br>"That one will do!" the merchant said. "Now sit down, wench, and do as you're told."<br><br>He quickly poured wine into a glass and set it in front of her before he poured another glass and quickly drank from it like the slob he was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>21-06-2013, 23:20:12</strong>
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				(OOC: Sorry for delay)<br><br>Aberik focused on his work than doing unstylish thing and take break just back talk with Rose. His tongue focused work on first on the petals which moistened quickly under care of his tongue, he then started slide his tongue on her slit, slide it up and down before he figured her entrance to her femine depths and drilled briefly on that entrance before moving on primary target; her clit. He slides tongue around her hood, tease, tickle until pulling with tongue revealing her precious pearl he starts with heavy inhale and breathing blow over it, and follow it with then circling careful caress around the pearl before jump tip of his tongue atop the pearl and wiggle dance agilely on the sensitive nerve in there.<br><br>But avoid overloading Rose too quickly he kept the dance brief but intense and went back to petals, slit and so forth but working backwards and now daring slide more his tongue inside her and wiggle inside her before breaking off. Keeping the tempo unpredictable, surprising yet escalating and intensifying steadily. Somepoint he presses his lips and mouth against her pelvis and just makes deep chest rumbling growl, vibrate his lips, mouth and his working tongue which continued it's caresses on Rose's pearl while giving vibrations to whole groin region to her. While tasting and licking up juices she produces while she is enjoying the attentions. Occasion Adrian looks up from his work on Rose, her eyes and face to see how he is doing and also get glimpse on Rose's lovely breasts. Not touching anywhere else though, as after all Rose has demanded and asked only for his mouth and tongue on her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>26-06-2013, 01:45:34</strong>
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				Rose positively <em>purred</em> as Aberik's tongue danced; she could have sworn that it was magic. Her cheeks were flushed red with excitement and her eyes were clouded over in pleasure from his skill. She cupped her perfectly formed breasts and kneaded them together then apart in slow circles, her thumbs resting on her nipples. Occasionally she would pinch the turgid peaks with a moan and shudder. Like the others, her nub below was swollen, and free of its hood leaving it exposed to the cruel mercies of his tongue. Pink petals trickling with copious amounts of their own sweet wine, her thighs shook with tension and pressed together around his head as she neared climax.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rise of Shadows(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>03-07-2013, 14:11:59</strong>
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				Aberik kept the pace intense, remembering how Rose had before squeezed painfully on his jewels earlier tempted him to be cruel tease....but then feeling her thighs brush on his cheeks while she closed them slowly around his head while her hands worked on her breasts. It reminded two important things what books had told to him (same ones which taught the tricks he used on Rose now); Tease only woman when your in control (or woman bound) and secondly never underestimate wrath of woman left on edge.<br><br>So despite brief moment of temptation being cruel for Rose Aberik decides push things up. His tongue gathered and tasted the sweet taste of her juices while he worked. He kept the quietly growling tone to keep lips and tongue vibrating but he now made quick and stronger strokes, a actual tongue slapping, over her clit. Slapping it quick powerful strokes with flexible warm wet tongue, left, right, bottom, top and then use tongue tip and curl the lips into round tube to milk the precious pearl with his tongue. A actually hard trick to do expect for practiced spellcaster who actually daily practices spellcasting and twisting their tongues when using draconic language which depends also partly twist your own tongue to spell some of the syllables of the language.<br><br>So with that sort linguistic expertise opens up for flexible tongue which can do some rather amazing things, like scroll up the tongue and milk the clit with rougher top side of the tongue. But he did not linger there as his tongue started rapidly stroke and flip around her slit and petals and do more tongue penetration and slide his tongue deep as he could in passage to tickle and lick around inside her. Pushing her towards release what she is craving to. Obediently his hands remain down and away from Rose's body, although he feared her thighs as despite their soft look and how smooth they were, he started feel the working strong muscles under her soft skin and surface fat.
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