Exalted: Things Best Served Cold (Game Thread)
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				Title: <strong>Exalted: Things Best Served Cold (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hephaestus</strong> on <strong>08-11-2013, 08:01:22</strong>
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				Somewhere in the North 5 years ago.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;A young noble woman sits with her council and addresses a group of hard faced dignitaries "This treaty would bring an end to the fighting that takes so many of our peoples lives. We have enough problems between the harsh cold and dangers we have thrived in since our relative inceptions to be fighting with each other. The realm is looking for a victory after their defeat at the hands of that barbarian Yurgane Kaneko. We need each other if we will get through whats ahead of us..."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Her speech continues but falls on deaf ears and the debate over who would do what or where various imaginary lines between neighboring city states rages on well into evening when it is interrupted by three of the dignitaries excusing themselves for the call of nature. After they have left the young noblewoman picks up" No one lives along this debated border why fight over empty snow..." The lanterns in the room suddenly go out as well as the fire in the hearth.<br><br>&nbsp; Several alarmed cries press there way into the darkness creating a certain chaos. Something slams the door to the chamber and the chaos is joined with the noises of wood splintering, drawn steel and the smell of smoke." Whats happening. Where are the Guards!" The young noblewoman shouts out of the darkness as the door explodes and a gout of flames spills through the door. Screams fill the room as the ceiling and walls writhe in flame and the air is replaced with smoke.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; **********************************<br>&nbsp; The explosion in the palace could be heard everywhere. The son of a councilman staying at the palace wakes with a startle. His father is all that he can think of. From the chamber he shared with his father the explosion was so loud. He rushes out the door, down the hall and up a flight of stairs to arrive at the solid wooden antechamber door. It was hot to the touch and smoke writhed at its base. He wrapped himself in a tapestry and laid on the floor and grasped the solid iron ring and pulled. A whoosh of smoke and fire spills into and up the stairwell. He could see into the room now a man in jade is exiting the other end of the room and bodies litter the floor. His father is heaped on top of the noblewoman both badly burned.<br><br>&nbsp; A moment later he has them both dragged into the stairwell. They are breathing with difficulty and their clothes are<br>fused to their skin but they live.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ***********************************<br>&nbsp; Today the 14Th of Resplendent Fire at the Wallport Inn<br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; As circumstances have it Whisper has taken refuge from a Storm at an Inn in Wallport. A city of roughly 2000 people that entirely exist to service Whitewall as a port for unloading freight and conducting business. Almost all of the towns population are men.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: Things Best Served Cold (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>08-11-2013, 08:08:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img59/6967/8sro.jpg)</div><br>Like her namesake, Whisper knew the value of stealth.&nbsp; Her orichalcum was all hidden underneath her thick furs, even though wearing them was apt to make a normal person a little warm inside the inn.&nbsp; She didn't have much in the way of money, but in many places, her ability to kill game and collect meat and furs was more than enough to get her reasonably comfortable accommodations in the relatively civilized areas.<br><br>As much as she didn't really like to consider it sometimes, her body was still all too human.&nbsp; She had to eat and sleep as much as anyone else, and the feel of a soft, fluffy bed just couldn't completely compare to a warm fire in a dry cave.<br><br>Too much of it made you soft, of course, but every once in a while, she couldn't help but let herself splurge just a little on such things.<br><br>The innkeeper had included meals with her room as well.&nbsp; Apparently moose was hard to come by in this area, which was lucky for her.&nbsp; At the moment she was drinking wine out of a skin, listening at the inn as various people chattered.&nbsp; Her particular dialect wasn't quite fast enough to keep up perfectly, but usually she got the jist.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: Things Best Served Cold (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hephaestus</strong> on <strong>08-11-2013, 08:17:49</strong>
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				<strong>The Wayport Inn</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;The room is filled with an assortment of burly men. Dockhands mostly. The Inn sports the few women who actually work in this town. From the bar nearby you hear mostly rowdy conversation. Amidst all of this there is one young man thin of frame and silent, half of his face has a thin burn scarring. Whisper catches him staring at her. Instead of the lustful gaze you would expect in a place like this its a knowing and severe gaze.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: Things Best Served Cold (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>08-11-2013, 08:23:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img59/6967/8sro.jpg)</div><br>Seeing the gaze actually made her feel a little more at home, as if the man didn't presume to know too much about her just from her face.&nbsp; Apparently down South, women wore a lot less or something, and men were far too used to having expectations about her.&nbsp; Here up North, you had to be tougher and prove that you were strong enough to survive the winter.&nbsp; She met his gaze with a stern stare, and then nodded, adding, "The greetings," in her barbarian accent where the dialect didn't fully match up with Skytongue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: Things Best Served Cold (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>08-11-2013, 08:49:46</strong>
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				<br><strong>The Wayport Inn<br>Frost Rose</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Frost Rose paused in the stairwell to look out over the crowd.&nbsp; She'd arrived here a few hours back, a little wet from the rising storm and pretending to feel the chill.&nbsp; She'd taken a room, and taken the time to clean up before she came downstairs.&nbsp; Her waist length silky black tresses shone in the dim light.&nbsp; Dusty pink lips quirked up into a smile as she realized that she was one of the few girls here. <em>This could be fun, if it stays polite. Of course, if it doesn't, it could be a disaster.</em>&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Frost had a habit of wearing her wealth rather than carrying coings.&nbsp; She had a rather sizable silver tiara in case she needed to trade for a major expense.&nbsp; The belt of silver amulets around her tiny waist could be taken apart for smaller change.&nbsp; Of course, she had coins, too, in a small bag slung across one shoulder.&nbsp; She wore an azure skirt and skimpy matching top, but had donned a light jacket over this, mostly to hide her hearthstone bracers.&nbsp; The large, many faceted yellow crystal on her belt was still identifiable as yaasal to those in the know.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Heel, Andros,” She told the husky and started down into the common room. She answered admiring glances with smiles, any whistles with rolled eyes, and dodged pinches, but not without a playful scolding for those who tried. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: Things Best Served Cold (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hephaestus</strong> on <strong>08-11-2013, 09:00:32</strong>
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				<strong>The Wayport Inn</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; After the new girl walked down into the common room the young man with scars picks up his ale and walks to whispers table. He sits down without asking and whispers" I have it under good authority that the two of you have something in common. Something you should talk about. I cant speak here but it will come to light if you take the time to get to know her. When the storm lets up I will be taking the Travelers Road north to Whitewall. If you want to know what else I know meet me there at the inn closest to the front gates. Ill be there for week." He then stands up and walks out the door to the tavern and into the driving rain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: Things Best Served Cold (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>08-11-2013, 09:05:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img59/6967/8sro.jpg)</div><br>Speaking of girls who were way too free in showing off their bodies, one came down from the upstairs.&nbsp; Whisper looked over in silence for a moment, and as the man mentioned something about their common factors, she had a number of guesses but only one seemed very likely.&nbsp; Add that to something about the sleeves that matched her own hidden features and it seemed at least reasonably certain.<br><br>She wasn't quite sure what to do.&nbsp; On the one hand, she could faintly remember bits and pieces of protocol, but none of it really fit and it all seemed for if you already knew someone.&nbsp; Besides, the memories were all...weird.&nbsp; It didn't feel like her.&nbsp; It didn't even feel like a woman.<br><br>Switching over to Old Realm, Whisper asked Frost, &lt;Guessing you have some old memories as well?&gt;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: Things Best Served Cold (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>08-11-2013, 09:14:57</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Frost had just finished ordering a mug of mulled mead—extra hot—at the bar when a girl sitting not far away leaned over and spoke to her in old realm.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She turned to regard the girl with gold flecked, liquid black eyes, then blinked.&nbsp; When she'd first noticed the blond, she'd wondered why the girl was wearing so much inside.&nbsp; Now her mind made the leap, connecting the question, her odd dreams in recent years, and...&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;Isn't it hot, wearing all that in here?&gt; she replied, eyes twinkling.&nbsp; She turned back to the bar rihgt quick and accepted the mead. She took a quick sip and nodded to taste that the alchol had all cooked away.&nbsp; Then she moved to the table and took a seat next to the blond. &lt;As a matter of fact I do.&nbsp; Though they're more dreams than memories.&gt;&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: Things Best Served Cold (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>08-11-2013, 09:23:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img59/6967/8sro.jpg)</div><br>&lt;I don't really get hot or cold anymore, unless I let myself really relax.&gt;&nbsp; Her Old Realm was much better than her Skytongue dialect, as if those dreams and memories helped her to get it back.&nbsp; The way languages tended to change, though, no doubt it was as old and off as anything else she said.<br><br>She glanced around as they talked, judging to see if anyone seemed to understand them.&nbsp; &lt;My memories are those of the night, sneaking around and carrying judgment.&nbsp; Although I don't think I was that good at it because I remember a lot of lounging around and being lazy also.&gt;&nbsp; An odd thing to say, and yet, it was the truth.&nbsp; Why wouldn't she add it?<br><br>&lt;I'm a little concerned that the man suddenly recognized me, but if he meant harm, it would be foolish for him to introduce us.&nbsp; I'm guessing he's an ally.&gt;
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>08-11-2013, 09:36:28</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;I'm a Hastlani.&nbsp; Dreams are important too us.&nbsp; I've dreamed of vast cities where no one was hungry and ships that sailed throuhg the sky.&nbsp; In these dreams, I knew I created these things.&gt;&nbsp; She shrugged, then added, &lt;My name is Frost Rose.&nbsp; What's yours?&gt;&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The petite girl arched an eyebrow.&nbsp; &lt;A man recognized you?&nbsp; Where did he go?&nbsp; What did he say?&gt;&nbsp; She looked around curiously.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>08-11-2013, 09:40:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img59/6967/8sro.jpg)</div><br>&lt;The man with scars,&gt; she said.&nbsp; &lt;He's going North to Whitewall and will be there for a week at the inn closest to the city.&gt;&nbsp; She frowned at the mention.&nbsp; &lt;I don't like Whitewall much.&nbsp; They don't accept furs or meat or other things except their coins.&nbsp; Most big cities are like that.&gt;<br><br>At the mention of her name, she said simply, and in a barbarian-laden accent, "Whisper."<br><br>Back to Old Realm, she said, &lt;If you want to go see him, I'm good at travelling.&nbsp; You'll probably need a heavy cloak like this, though, so we'll have to see what we find along the road.&gt;
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>08-11-2013, 09:50:44</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Frost scowled a little as she dredged up a memory of the scarred man she'd passed.&nbsp; He'd stuck out a little, she'd even thought of blowing him a kiss to make the more handsome men jealous.&nbsp; &lt;I remember him.&nbsp; How very curious...&gt;&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She shrugged, then smiled, &lt;Oh, thank you.&nbsp; I have a proper mantle, and coins as well as some things for barter.&nbsp; But if you'd like to go hunting together sometime that sounds lovely.&nbsp; Anyway, I think we should see what this man has to say.&gt;&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>08-11-2013, 09:55:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img59/6967/8sro.jpg)</div><br>&lt;I'll leave it up to you,&gt; Whisper said.&nbsp; &lt;The storm is still going and you don't look like you can easily travel in one.&gt;&nbsp; Even though it sounded like an insult, Whisper held compassion in her voice, showing that she understood enough to be patient and wait.&nbsp; &lt;Considering that he said that he wasn't going to leave until the storm was up, no doubt he's handling other matters which he hasn't yet made clear.&gt;<br><br>She wanted to claim that it didn't much matter to her, and yet, there was that idea of the soft bed.&nbsp; It wouldn't slow her down if it was time to go, but she would still dream of the missed possibility.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: Things Best Served Cold (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>10-11-2013, 09:19:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/Fantasy_Princess_Wallpaper_yvt2.jpg)</div><strong>Frost Rose</strong><br>https://docs.google.com/document/d/1cs5hPddqyKufSNg6II-WiM3uxGm4ijXqDe5hDEVFSyM/edit<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The underdressed girl waved her hand dismissively.&nbsp; &lt;I do fine in a storm.&nbsp; Better than my dogs do, really.&nbsp; But I can’t say that I see the need to hurry, either.&nbsp; Let’s enjoy a night of good food and comfortable beds.&nbsp; We can leave in the morning.&gt;&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After a long pull on her mulled mead, Frost cocked her head and continued, &lt;I can’t place your accent, Whisper.&nbsp; Where are you from?&gt; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>10-11-2013, 09:21:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img59/6967/8sro.jpg)</div><br>&lt;One of the tribes further north,&gt; she explained, gesturing some distance up.&nbsp; &lt;Not in the Wyld but far enough that nobody really goes.&nbsp; There's enough to sustain us but few are foolish enough to fight nature and try to come get us.&nbsp; Based on your dress, I'm guessing you're from the South, where I hear they like to wear very little.&gt;&nbsp; It was obviously a guess, but she was curious to know if it was right.
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>17-11-2013, 08:16:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/Fantasy_Princess_Wallpaper_yvt2.jpg)</div><strong>Frost Rose</strong><br>https://docs.google.com/document/d/1cs5hPddqyKufSNg6II-WiM3uxGm4ijXqDe5hDEVFSyM/edit<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The skimpily dressed girl laughed in delight and replied, &lt;The south?&nbsp; Oh, no, I’m Hastlani.&nbsp; I grew up north of the great white sea.&nbsp; I’ve hunted and foraged off of ice holts.&nbsp; I’ve been alone on great glaciers with nothing for company but my dogs.&nbsp; And that was before I was uplifted.&nbsp; Back then, I would have dressed more sensibly out there, but these clothes are fine for indoors.&gt;&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>17-11-2013, 08:53:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img59/6967/8sro.jpg)</div><br>&lt;Guess we have a lot more in common than I expected, then,&gt; Whisper replied, a gentle smile growing on her face.&nbsp; &lt;I've never heard of Hastlani but it sounds a lot like my village.&gt;<br><br>She spent a few moments in thought, considering the options for what to discuss.&nbsp; &lt;So, I have a big yellow boomerang.&nbsp; What are your methods of hunting and dealing with things?&nbsp; Can you make things like you mentioned?&gt;
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>13-12-2013, 22:54:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/Fantasy_Princess_Wallpaper_yvt2.jpg)</div><strong>Frost Rose</strong><br>https://docs.google.com/document/d/1cs5hPddqyKufSNg6II-WiM3uxGm4ijXqDe5hDEVFSyM/edit<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Frost whistled softly.&nbsp; &lt;That’s a weapon I’d like to see.&nbsp; Maybe even see in action.&nbsp; I’m a sorceress.&nbsp; Given time, I can conjure a sword of pure will with which to fight.&nbsp; I’m also a good shot with a crossbow and use garda eggs.&gt;&nbsp; She touched the big yellow crystal nestled in her cleavage.&nbsp; &lt;This is called a Yaasal Crystal.&nbsp; I keep an Ambrosar in here.&nbsp; It lends me its control over fire.&gt;&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: Things Best Served Cold (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>13-12-2013, 22:57:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img59/6967/8sro.jpg)</div><br>&lt;I can show you later,&gt; Whisper offered, giving a soft pat on her cloak.&nbsp; &lt;Wouldn't be the best idea out here, I think.&gt;<br><br>She took a look at the crystal, inspecting it a bit before nodding.&nbsp; &lt;Is that like a Need Fire?&gt; she asked.&nbsp; &lt;Our shaman could conjure Need Fires when there wasn't enough good wood to get a fire burning.&gt;
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