[Pathfinder] Sense of Justice
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				Title: <strong>[Pathfinder] Sense of Justice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyell</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 04:13:29</strong>
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				&nbsp;The annual entrance exam for the Officers' Academy has just completed. By means of this exam, anyone can become an officer in the royal army...<br><br>...anyone with excellent exam scores, that is. The process is completely blind to race, sex, or class. The score is all that matters. This particular exam has been completed by a band of special candidates.<br><br>Shortly after they had been accepted into the Officers' Academy, war broke out between Cormyr and the neighboring kingdom of Sembia. <br><br>The war began as a small skirmish during the coronation of King Richard of Cormyr, and escalated into a bloody, full-scale war that involved the surrounding kingdoms as well. Pressed into service under the most trying circumstances possible, many cadets in the Officers' Academy lost their young lives in this trial by fire...<br><br>&nbsp;In the course of this conflict, the focus changed suddenly when a third foe, more deadly than all the kingdoms combined, reared its fearsome head in the fray and threatened to wipe out humanity itself...The war had taken its toll on every kingdom, without exception. In&nbsp; Kingdom Cormyr, nearly all the Officers' Academy cadets that enrolled with the special candidates were slain in the course of the conflict. As for that squad, the day finally came for their final exam, assignment to the forefront of the battle for humanity's survival.<br><br>In the Cormyrian command center, a man recognizable as being in commander's dress eyed the squad skeptically. "Well...the duty post for the next party has been decided. We have assigned you to protect the citizens of Marsember from the enemy's threat. Logan is the superior officer at Marsember. Report to him at once."<br><br>His look of skepticism fades to concern as he addresses all of you. "The fact that we must integrate your final examinations into actual combat situations is unfortunate, but there is no choice. The large number of Officer Candidates who enrolled in this Academy with you has been reduced to a mere handful. I pray that you fare better than those that have come before you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Pathfinder] Sense of Justice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 05:31:37</strong>
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				The redhead carefully stowed away her book.&nbsp; <br><br>She flexed too check the two daggers strapped to her wrists beneath her black blouse in drop sheaths, to&nbsp; match the two in her boots.&nbsp; <br><br>An amethyst pendent dangled between her modest breasts.&nbsp; <br><br>She checked the rope looped loosely around her waist, then stood, taking her staff in hand.&nbsp; “I’m ready, sir.”&nbsp; <br><em><br>L 1 (DC 16)<br>Animate Rope<br>Charm Person<br>Grease<br>Mage Armor<br><br>Cantrips (DC 15)<br>Daze<br>Detect Magic<br>Message<br><br>Telekinetic Fist 8/Day<br>TAB +4<br>Damage d4 Force<br>Crit 20X2<br><br>Daggers: 4<br>Silk Rope: 1</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Pathfinder] Sense of Justice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>inflatetress</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 15:22:43</strong>
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				The blonde human, Chantal, simply rolled her eyes at the man's threats.&nbsp; What good did it do to try to scare them like that she wondered.&nbsp; Hopefully he hadn't scene her response, and at this point she was just glad she hadn't yet been singled out by the obnoxiously loud, barking warrior.&nbsp; Despite how out of place she looked and felt, Chantal was a bit excited, it would be different then dancing for the enjoyment of lustful men that much she was sure...although by now she had become comfortable with doing just that and if somehow, entertainment could be fit under the category of "protect" than Chantal would be all the more happy.&nbsp; She looked at the woman beside her, the red head and rolled her eyes once more as she let out a slightly giggle and nodded her head toward Commander
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Pathfinder] Sense of Justice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 22:11:32</strong>
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				There was another roll of eyes.&nbsp; Amora, listened, but only half.&nbsp; She knelt down to pet the young shepherd dog that sat beside her.&nbsp; She looked bored, and she didn't at all try to hide her feelings about this.&nbsp; Conscripted, ordered, and she was displeased.&nbsp; Such a simpler life, and more exciting, hearing the stories of war, and great combat from those who were in them and won was much better than having to do so herself.&nbsp; <br><br>She wasn't excited, she loathed what she was being made to do, it was just not for her, but she was here, for as long as she was.&nbsp; Sigh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Pathfinder] Sense of Justice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 18:09:11</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89687.msg3923344#msg3923344">Quote from: Lyell on 22-11-2010, 04:13:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">In the Cormyrian command center, a man recognizable as being in commander's dress eyed the squad skeptically. "Well...the duty post for the next party has been decided. We have assigned you to protect the citizens of Marsember from the enemy's threat. Logan is the superior officer at Marsember. Report to him at once."<br><br>His look of skepticism fades to concern as he addresses all of you. "The fact that we must integrate your final examinations into actual combat situations is unfortunate, but there is no choice. The large number of Officer Candidates who enrolled in this Academy with you has been reduced to a mere handful. I pray that you fare better than those that have come before you."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Luedre looked around, seemingly the only professional soldier in the academy squad, dressed in her light leathers, rapier on hip.&nbsp; She had been in operations and intelligence before, not having terribly much real experience, but the academy was a excellent opportunity for officer training, promotion, and becoming a shadow dragon.<br><br>She stood attentive, still used to some army discipline, but the recruitment squad seemed to allow a little more slack.&nbsp; "Yes, sir.&nbsp; We'll protect the civilians and prove our training."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Pathfinder] Sense of Justice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyell</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 06:43:01</strong>
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				&nbsp;Before him Charlone Claudius stood at attention. She was a platinum haired human noblewoman, a trait of House Claudius. Those white locks seemed to flow forever. Golden brown saucers sternly stared at the commander, her full attention arrested. A small pert nose and full lips rested upon a pale canvas.&nbsp;Charlone's neck was mostly hidden by a white collar befitting a noble's dress and held in place by a clasp of strange design, marking her as a follower of Kaitlea. While the frills did not stop there, it did abruptly turn into armor. <br><br>&nbsp;Her torso was protected by red studded leather, specially formed to support her full C breasts and hug her tonned figure. Matching gloves, drawn taut up to her shoulders, complimented the armor. Truly it looked more like she was prepared for some social function rather than a battle.&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;A pleated white skirt with a red trim just above the hem and that hid some of her thighs almost sealed the deal. However thigh hugging white stockings and white leather, thin-heeled boots were the final nails in this coffin. She couldn't do anything about the armor, but the rest of her seemed to be trying to maintain some level of conservatism.<br><br>&nbsp;She dismissed most of the remarks made as unprofessional and unecessary.<br><br>&nbsp;The commander though, had a few choice words to say. "Mixed feelings. Truth be told, I expected as much. Some of you are here of your own accord. For those of you who aren't, we would not have pressed you into service if we were not facing a crisis. Truth be told, you lot were specially selected. Why I am afraid I don't know, but rest assured after your success today you will be treated as officers."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Pathfinder] Sense of Justice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 11:42:39</strong>
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				The red haired half elf answered the blond human a smile, though she didn't go so far herself as to roll her eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>She arched a brow at the news that they'd&nbsp; been specialy selected, wondering if her father had anything to do with it.&nbsp; She didn't say anything about it, though, but simply asked, "Where do we start, sir?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Pathfinder] Sense of Justice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyell</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 12:09:05</strong>
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				"Marsember, the east gate. There Logan will instruct you. The city is under lockdown, so don't expect much of a welcome. Improvised fortifications surround the city and while horses would make travel there easier, you're being deployed well ahead of time. If you do opt for them, see the stablemaster before leaving, though you will be held responsible for their maintenance and return." The commander gave one brief, final salute. "You go at once. Good luck to you all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Pathfinder] Sense of Justice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 03:46:05</strong>
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				Amora continued her obvious, but non-vocal show of distaste for this situation.&nbsp; One she's thrust into and now unable to get away from.&nbsp; &nbsp; Her animal, pet, familiar though, shows it's is displeasure by sneezing at Logan, and yawning&nbsp; at the briefing.&nbsp; A hand flicks and she breaks out a small piece of dried meat, feeding it to the animal, "And we'll be commanding the local militia then, when we arrive?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Pathfinder] Sense of Justice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyell</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 04:37:04</strong>
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				&nbsp;The commander (though notably not Logan, he's already in Marsember) shifted as he noticed the animal flinching just before the sneeze. Not totally avoiding any snot, but most of it. His patience was wearing thin as was evident by the growing irritation in his tone, though his mannerism remained civil and controlled. "Negative. As I stated, Logan is the commanding officer. We've also deployed a number of soldiers to help reinforce the millitia. This is only speculative, but I believe Logan will have you defend a gate with him."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Pathfinder] Sense of Justice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 15:00:12</strong>
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				"<em>Great, I'll be an officer, if we're not all hanged first...</em>" Luedre pondered.&nbsp; She returned the salute.&nbsp; "Yes, sir.&nbsp; We'll deploy and report to Marsember.&nbsp; Let's go, ladies..." she attempted to lead them to the stables where she intended on borrowing a horse.&nbsp; She'd done plenty of overland hiking in her short service, and would be pleased to have a mount for once.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Pathfinder] Sense of Justice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>inflatetress</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 17:21:38</strong>
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				Chantal follows Luedre, she seems a bit concerned, "So wait...we're all going to have to ride a horse?&nbsp; Isn't that kind of...well...I guess I just think horses are gross is all." she chuckled and rolled her eyes a bit at this prospect.&nbsp; What had she gotten herself into, she still felt really out of place!
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Pathfinder] Sense of Justice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyell</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 21:20:48</strong>
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				&nbsp;The corridors of the headquarters were stuffily decorated; brightly colored tapestries, busts of figure heads of note atop small pillars, portrairs of rulers and generals past. There was a low hum of activity in the other rooms.<br><br>&nbsp;Charlone ckicked her heels in an about-face as she turned to follow Luedre and Chantal out the door, though she found quickly that her face was like a magnet for her palm. "In saddles, Chantal. We're using them for transport, not..." she agreed however that the thought was gross. Indeed, so much so that she would rather not repeat the prospect. "nevermind."<br><br>&nbsp;Outside, others were being prepared for departure as well. The air that normally carried the city's fragrances had become stale and heavy. The stables were located behind the command center tended to by a pack of boys, the leader of which was a tall blond commanding sort. Preoccupied with instructing the others, he did not notice Luedre's approach.<br><br>&nbsp;Charlone f
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Pathfinder] Sense of Justice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>inflatetress</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 15:06:55</strong>
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				Chantal, not one to be ignored lightly placed her hand on the arm of the commanding young man as she softly cleared her throat, perhaps for comic effect.&nbsp; "Uhmmm...hello there...we need some horses." She then looked back to Luedre with an annoyed expression, "AND saddles...think you could help us out with that?" As she waited for his answer she rubbed his arm lightly while looking to the other boys there, "Hia."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Pathfinder] Sense of Justice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyell</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 21:28:41</strong>
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				&nbsp;A typical wolf whistle sounded from the young men, almost as if in practiced unison as Chantel brought attention to herself and the rest of the squad. Though this still being a military institution, that was all the further their appreciation was willingly expressed. More reflexive reactions could not be. <br><br>(You're all being provided light horses and riding grade saddles. These are not combat trained however, and have no barding or armor. Each saddle bag can carry 250 lbs worth of gear.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Pathfinder] Sense of Justice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 01:24:26</strong>
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				"Horses that don't fight?&nbsp; That's fine, I don't really ride, heh.&nbsp; But a fast, light horse is better than nothing."&nbsp; Luedre secures her backpack to a horse, readying everything she needed, rather than flirting with the stable boys.&nbsp; Much better to save that for a mission, or at least someone more important...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Pathfinder] Sense of Justice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyell</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 02:13:14</strong>
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				The young man before you scratches the back of his head, shifting uncomfortably in an effort to adjust. "Beggin your pardon, ma'am, but war trained horses are reserved for those with mounted combat training. Don't know the ins and outs of why to be honest, just doin' what I'm told."
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