When in Windshire OOC
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				Title: <strong>When in Windshire OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>11-12-2016, 20:25:22</strong>
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				Hey everyone! First off, my profound apologies for not giving this game some awesome evocative name. I'm usually good with that in Eberron, but... Eh, oh well. <br><br>So, first things first, just go ahead and slap your character sheets up in your first post, makes for easy reference, and with just five people, no need for a dedicated character thread.<br><br>Second, group building!<br>• Do you know the other characters? ("Nope! Who the hell are they?" is acceptable!)<br>• If so are you friends? Rivals? Do you know them personally or just from "I know a guy who told me about..."<br>• Speaking of, do you have any friends, rivals, or family outside of the group?<br>• What brings you to the back end of Aundair, anyway? Wanderlust? Did you have a job out there? Did you just want to see if you could spit across the Wynarn river?<br><del>•&nbsp; Would your character ever sleep with a kobold? Because that's what this game is about now, sorry for not being up-front</del><br>• What's a short-term goal of your character? What's a long-term goal of your character?<br><br>And third... Another question. Is there anything in the world of Eberron that you the player would really like to see or do? Explore lost ruins of Xen'drik? Restart the Last War? Get shitfaced in Sharn and wake up with two levels in Bard that you don't remember training for?
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				Title: <strong>Re: When in Windshire OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>12-12-2016, 00:17:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/9e/1a/00/9e1a005c43d4b038c51ffffb68c261d4.jpg)</div><strong>Ebba Losho (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1024676)</strong><br><em>Cacklebone Oracle 1 CN</em><br><strong>HP</strong> 9 / 9 <strong>Speed</strong> 20 ft <strong>Init</strong> 2<br><strong>AC</strong> 17 <strong>Fort</strong> 1 <strong>Ref</strong> 2 <strong>Will</strong> 2<br><strong>CMB</strong> +2 <strong>BAB</strong> 0<br><strong>Weighted Spear</strong> +2 (1d8+2/1d6+2, 3x/2x)<br><strong>Light Crossbow</strong> +2 (1d8, 19-20/2x)<br><strong>Str</strong> 14 (2) <strong>Dex</strong> 14 (2) <strong>Con</strong> 13 (1) <strong>Wis</strong> 10 (0) <strong>Int</strong> 14 (2) <strong>Cha</strong> 16 (3)<br><hr><hr><br><strong>Background</strong>: Ebba, before she was Ebba, was born into a tribe of Cacklebone living on the Talenta Plains.&nbsp; The children of then tribe did not have awareness of who their biological progenitors were, and were instead raised to view all adults as their parents and all other children as their siblings.&nbsp; The whole tribe raised the children, each member teaching them something different until the child reached an age to choose fr themselves how thy would contribute in then future.&nbsp; Ebba made the choice to learn from the tribe's shaman, finding the ritual and power fascinating.&nbsp; For a couple of years she followed the elderly man everywhere, watching as he healed the sick, concocted bitter, yet effective, potions from roots and weeds, and provided the spiritual support required by the tribe.&nbsp; Then the war came to the plains.<br><br>Men raided their summer camp, scattered them, slaughtered many and took the rest captive.&nbsp; Ebba managed to flee and save herself, but she watched from a distance as her family was run to the ground and lassoed like cattle.&nbsp; She waited for hours, then returned to their smoldering camp once the men had left so that she could bury the body of the shaman, burn the others and gather what little supplies the raiders had left behind.&nbsp; Armed with a spear, and carrying the remnant of her former life on her back, she traveled to Cyre and joined the war to fight against those who had killed and kidnapped her tribe.<br><br>When the war ended, and Cyre was left a broken shadow of its former self, Ebba did not return to the plains.&nbsp; She knew that few, if any, of her people would have survived the war and those that did could not rebuild what had once been.&nbsp; She was not the same woman who had learned to mix earth, water, sarbon root and the petals of the smoke lily to create a poultice for burns.&nbsp; The war, time and circumstance had changed her and so she traveled to Passage and made the place her home.&nbsp; There, she set up a shop working as a fortune teller and purveyor of fine juju, providing her customers with trinkets, salves, doodads and mystical whatnots...as far as they knew.&nbsp; She remained in Passage only a little over a month, before moving on, knowing well that that the nomadic life was best for one passing off sticks and mud as magic.&nbsp; Since then, she has traveled most of Aundair, staying some places longer than others, and avoiding some altogether.<br><br><strong>Personality</strong>: Ebba is a woman for whom life holds little gravitas, unless she is playing it up for a paying customer.&nbsp; She spends much of her time smiling or laughing, often at the expense of others, frequently to their faces.&nbsp; Along with a cutting sense of humor and razor wit, she has a full measure of charm, which allows her to get away with far more than she ought to.&nbsp; Her smile soothes ruffled feathers and her low, raspy voice has just enough musicality to tame the savage beast.&nbsp; It helps that she not only knows how to press buttons, but how to talk her way out of whatever situation she might have gotten herself into.&nbsp; She has made her livelihood off telling people what they want to hear, and that requires being highly observant and understanding others with only a few moments observation.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>12-12-2016, 05:30:44</strong>
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				Fairly certain Steelclaw is out there on a contract. Not sure whether he knows any of the rest of the party - did they serve in the Last War? Has he had a chance to meet them there? Have they been working with the Aundairan army since? He really has no 'social' life outside his work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When in Windshire OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>12-12-2016, 08:00:41</strong>
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				Andi, my character did fight in the war.&nbsp; She was part of Cyre's army, fighting against those bastard Karrnathians.&nbsp; So, depending on whose side he was on, it's possible they came across one another at some point.''<br><br>As far as those questions...<br><br>1.&nbsp; I don't know if she knows any of them.&nbsp; It's definitely possible, given the fact that she travels extensively, is highly social when she gets to a new place and provides a 'useful' service.<br><br>2.&nbsp; Don't know, yet, but I'm open to <em>any</em> possible connections, guys!<br><br>3.&nbsp; The remnants of her family/tribe live on the Talenta Plains, and she's bound to have made a few friends...and more enemies, over the course of her lifetime.&nbsp; You can't be a spoopy juju woman without riling some folk.<br><br>4.&nbsp; She's a nomad, so she's probably there planning to read some fortunes, sell some horse piss mixed with chicken blood and make some gold.<br><br>5.&nbsp; Short term?&nbsp; Warm bed, full belly and some half-wit villagers with more gold than sense and a frightful respect for anyone who can rattle some bones and chant nonsense.&nbsp; Long term?&nbsp; Pretty much the same.&nbsp; She likes her life and enjoys duping the backwater folk out of their hard-earned gold.&nbsp; Though, she secretly <em>would</em> like a little more reason to use her legitimate powers.&nbsp; It just seems wasteful to use them on bumpkins looking to curse their neighbor or get a bigger...rooster.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When in Windshire OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silver Phoenix</strong> on <strong>12-12-2016, 08:20:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/118/7/f/captain_by_shuangwen-d3f38xf.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>SERAPH XIII (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1027084)</strong></span><br><br><strong>Race:</strong> Male Android<br><strong>Age:</strong> 2 since awakened (early 20's appearance); <strong>Height:</strong> 5' 10"<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Seraph has an inquisitive nature befitting his agile mind.&nbsp; His time among mercenaries, however, has not left him with many social graces and he tends to be somewhat blunt in his interactions with others, more often than not, avoiding conversation altogether.&nbsp; When he does talk, it is mostly of factual and quantitative matters.&nbsp; At his core, Seraph is a sensate, and wants to experience the world and everything it has to offer.<br><br><strong>Physical:</strong> Seraph has the appearance of well-built, athletic young man.&nbsp; Whilst his features are general handsome in an elfin sort of way, there does appear to be something slightly off about his appearance, almost bordering on artificial - as though every aspect of his appearance was an act of design and deliberation rather than natural growth - a person of exact measurements and matching symmetry.&nbsp; Numerous blue tattoos cover him intermittently from head to toe; azure and seemingly metallic in hue.<br><br><strong>Background:</strong> The first memory Seraph has is of a tugging sensation in his hand and taking a swipe at a wide eyed man who suddenly leaped back.&nbsp; For whatever reason, he had been standing naked and insensate in the middle of a wasteland surrounded by corpses of all kinds, a black sword gripped tightly in hand.&nbsp; A band of passing mercenaries, skirting the edges of the Mournland had discovered him, but had little idea of what to make of him - he had apparently not responded to anything they did until they tried to pry the blade from his hand.&nbsp; Before his bewilderment could get the better of him, the leader of the group came forward and managed to settle things down, inviting him to join her group.<br><br>For the two years after, his employment was less mercenary and more that of a sex toy - the leader had correctly identified him as an android and, with functional parts, but sterile, he proved useful for her purposes despite being an oddity.&nbsp; Whilst he learned some of the ways of the sword, he was usually confined to the her tent, where he spent much of his time riffling through her spell books from which he began to pick up on her craft.&nbsp; Whilst it was an almost luxurious existence, it didn't not prove a satisfying one as Seraph began to seek answers of himself - such as his name and the number tattooed under his neck; why was he found in the place he was; was he the last of his kind; what role, if any, had he had in this war that had just so recently ended?&nbsp; The answers to these and many other questions weren't about to be found among the mercenaries, the pavilion, or between the silk sheets of his employer.<br><br>After a particularly exhaustive night, Seraph left his employer curled up in sleep on her bed, leaving a single blue rose she had once favourably compared to the colour of the tattoo-circuitry on his body.&nbsp; Picking up a backpack he had prepared over several weeks, he walked out of camp on pretext of going to pick up a few things for captain in the nearby town they had settled near.&nbsp; Seraph has not looked back since.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When in Windshire OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivalOfTheGoat</strong> on <strong>12-12-2016, 08:22:20</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Myranya</span></strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1034404)<br>F NG Halfling (Talenta) Druid (Saurian Shaman), <strong>Level</strong> 1, <strong>Init</strong> 1, <strong>HP</strong> 11/11, <strong>Speed</strong> 20<br><strong>AC</strong> 15, <strong>Touch</strong> 12, <strong>Flat-footed</strong> 14, <strong>CMD</strong> 13, <strong>Fort</strong> 5, <strong>Ref</strong> 2, <strong>Will</strong> 4, <strong>CMB</strong> +2, <strong>Base Attack Bonus</strong> 0&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Trip, Reach Sharrash, Talenta&nbsp; (-) </strong> +4 (1d8+3, 19-20/x4)<br><strong>Return Boomerang, Talenta (1) </strong> +2 (1d3+3, x2)<br><strong>&nbsp; Dagger </strong> +4 (1d3+3, 19-20/x2)<br><strong>&nbsp; Hide Armor</strong> (+3 Armor, +1 Dex, +1 Size)<br><strong>Abilities</strong> Str 16, Dex 12, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 13, Cha 12<br><strong>Condition</strong> None<br>+2 Dexterity, +2 Charisma, –2 Strength: Halflings are nimble and strong-willed, but their small stature makes them weaker than other races.<br>Small: Halflings are Small creatures and gain a +1 size bonus to their AC, a +1 size bonus on attack rolls, a –1 penalty to their Combat Maneuver Bonus and Combat Maneuver Defense, and a +4 size bonus on Stealth checks.<br>Slow Speed: Halflings have a base speed of 20 feet.<br>Fearless: Halflings receive a +2 racial bonus on all saving throws against fear. This bonus stacks with the bonus granted by halfling luck.<br>Halfling Luck: Halflings receive a +1 racial bonus on all saving throws.<br>Keen Senses: Halflings receive a +2 racial bonus on Perception skill checks.<br>Outrider: Some halflings specialize in mounted combat. Halflings with this racial trait gain a +2 bonus on Handle Animal and Ride checks. This racial trait replaces sure-footed.<br>Weapon Familiarity: Halflings are proficient with slings and treat any weapon with the word “halfling” in its<br>name as a martial weapon.<br>Languages: Halflings begin play speaking Common and Halfling. Halflings with high Intelligence scores can<br>choose from the following: Dwarven, Elven, Gnome, and Goblin.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Background</div><div class="spoiler_body">Myranya is a Talenta hunting-shaman turned battle-shaman (there's some comment somewhere in the Eberron books about Tallenta halfling shamans with "Druids" in parentheses after it, I've been looking for it, I'm sure it's there, just need to find it!).<br>She was originally a member of the Shortfang tribe, but married into the rather small Bloodstripe tribe eighteen years ago. Her husband, Halthan, was a hunter/warrior, and while she did some scouting and was combat trained, she was really more of a minor "medicine-woman" type...This was not a matter of sexism, the Tallenta halflings are notedly egalitarian...There were simply more powerful druids in the small tribe and she wanted to have children and participate in raising them. She participated in important hunts, particularly defensive ones (entangle would be darned useful to put a sudden stop to something threatening one's herds) and did blessings and healing when needed.<br>This was a little unusual among the Bloodstripe, as (like several RL tribal societies) the husband's sister or aunt tended to be more the 'custodian' of the children. Not bad or tabu, just unusual.<br>She had twin sons two decades ago. They've officially been grown men for almost six years and have married into two other tribes.<br>During the early part of the war, House Deneith recruited about a third of the Bloodstripe tribe to act as mercenary light cavalry, which were hired out to Cyre. Since the Bloodstripes largely roamed the southeast Tallenta Plains, there was little chance they would conflict with their own. The mercenary group was not just warriors, but also a chunk of their herds, families and support (lots of mercenary companies aggregate 'campaign wives' and families...This one started with them!). Myranya and her husband went along as part of this group.<br>While Cyre was not their homeland, it was certainly spectacular, but it was crumbling and being destroyed day by day. One of the lessons the Bloodstripes took away from this was that all the precious knowledges and toys and trifles of 'civilization' vanished quickly...And those who succumbed to them and took them for granted were ill-prepared to move out at a moment, with spear in hand and herds beside them as the Tallenta tribes could. In a peculiar way, without being rude, Myranya (and others of her tribe if they turn up) are more likely to regard those who flaunt their civilization with pity than awe...Because when it all falls apart, someone will have to take care of these people.<br>The Bloodstripes primarily acted as scouts/skirmishers for Cyre. Skirmishers don't always get away cleanly. In an incident during the last year of the war, her husband didn't return from a charge. No more detail than that in the heat and dust and confusion of battle, and he was hardly the only one. She mourned for about a half year as tradition required, but rather than taking the opportunity of adopting the role of an honored widow, with her sons grown and married off she instead looked to take his place in the line. She called a good hunting dinosaur, an allosaur, and trained it in the Tallenta fashion for combat. "Little Glutton" is something of a mischievous brute, and has a mild propensity for trouble and curiousity, but the two of them are as well-linked as any rider could ask. His own inquisitiveness is a good counterbalance for her mature reserve.<br>&nbsp;During the half year that followed, Myranya was in several minor battles, but mostly acted as a healer or support rather than a warrior, though her mount's own aggression got her out of a few scrapes.<br>On the Day of Mourning, the Bloodstripe were encamped at the western flank of the Cyrean forces. When the grey mist approached, it was from the east...Between the tribe and the Tallenta Plains. The tribe fled West from what is now the Field of Ruins, ending up in Kennrun escorting a contingent of Cyran refugees.<br>By the time they reached Breland, there really wasn't a "Cyrean army." The implacable mist made a rout of maneuvering larger formations. As a small mercenary unit, the Tribe acted in a fairly self-sufficient manner. They encountered other House Deneith mercenaries along the way, and an aggregate surrender/repatriation was agreed upon through House Deneith representatives in Breland.<br>This agreement was almost immediately revised into a new contract: some elements of the routed armies had turned bandit, and despite the generosity of the Brelish king there were issues and worries about safely handling the massive influx of refugees, some of whom undoubtedly included loyal Cyran military that (in the great confusion) continued to blame Breland for the mist or otherwise tried to take advantage of the chaos to redress old grievances. The tribe found itself acting as escorts and support for movements of refugee groups, and occasionally put to tracking small groups of Cyran and other deserters who seemed to be moving from the newly created Mournlands into Breland.<br>Two years later, with New Cyre well-established and the majority of the deserter problems solved one way or another, the tribe was told their contract was concluded, and the halflings elected to inform House Deneith that they were returning to the Plains...Albeit by a rather long detour to the North.<br>Myranya and a few others (mostly those who had married into the tribe, or who had lost those friends who most tied them into the tribe's society) stayed behind, continuing to work for House Deneith individually or in small groups, and to fulfill their own curiousity about the strange (and becoming stranger) place in which they have found themselves. It is a result of this curiousity which has led her northward and into Aundair.<br>While the Talenta are reputed to be rather aggressive, and Myranya might at first glance seem somewhat dour for a halfling, a faint hint of a smile usually does linger on her face for the world around her. She manifests a peculiarly maternal role with regard to the Cyran refugees and others who have been displaced or injured by the last war...I.E., a majority of the people she meets. She saw the desolation of the Mournland as it was born and the destruction of several populations and families. While she is still a druid, what she serves at this time has slowly spread to encompass not simply the idea of 'nature,' but that of 'life.' A fool human with his odd widgets and little magical toys and marked-leaves with trapped powers may be a fool, but is still just as potentially worthy of preservation as a young oak sapling. In time, the young oak may grow old, and the fool may learn better to embrace the flows of power in the world itself rather than working so hard trying to contain and control them...and who knows? An elder human could be as important to those around it as an elder oak.<br>Her sense of humor best manifests itself with a little drink and a lot of good company. She's surprisingly burly for her size, but without a beard there's no chance of her being mistaken for a dwarven girl. Even so, you don't want to get into an arm-wrestling match with her. Between the geometry of longer arms at lower angles and her own dense biceps, she gets quite a lot of free drinks from people who try.</div></div><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259968.msg12835083#msg12835083">Quote from: Chulanowa on 11-12-2016, 20:25:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">• Do you know the other characters? ("Nope! Who the hell are they?" is acceptable!)<br>• If so are you friends? Rivals? Do you know them personally or just from "I know a guy who told me about..."<br>• Speaking of, do you have any friends, rivals, or family outside of the group?<br>• What brings you to the back end of Aundair, anyway? Wanderlust? Did you have a job out there? Did you just want to see if you could spit across the Wynarn river?<br><del>•&nbsp; Would your character ever sleep with a kobold? Because that's what this game is about now, sorry for not being up-front</del><br>• What's a short-term goal of your character? What's a long-term goal of your character?<br><br>And third... Another question. Is there anything in the world of Eberron that you the player would really like to see or do? Explore lost ruins of Xen'drik? Restart the Last War? Get shitfaced in Sharn and wake up with two levels in Bard that you don't remember training for?<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>1. It's quite possible that Myranya might know other veterans from the Cyre side (her tribe were mercenaries in Cyre employ).<br>2. Sorta waiting to see if (1) works well for anyone else.<br>3. Myranya has a whole tribe of relatives, but most of them are back (or heading towards) the Talenta plains. That includes two married sons. No husband, though. He died in the war. Myranya probably has a few friends among any folk who've been working to try to stabilize things since the war and who might've been in contact with a group of house Deneith mercenaries who were acting as peacekeepers.<br>4. Myranya has been slowly wandering northward (eventually she'll probably loop East and South around the Mournlands and make her way back to the Plains, but she's in no hurry), exploring and enjoying the variety that the great, wide world has to offer. Civilized people are <em>amazing</em>. And they have no idea how funny they are. Admittedly, the situation is a bit sad at times, but still...<br>5. <del>That depends on the kobold. Is it charming? Suave? Sexy? Skilled?</del> <br>6. Short term, find a spot to rest and something interesting to do. She's exploring less in 'tourist with camera' mode and more in 'wanderer who picks up odd jobs and pokes around curiously' mode.<br><br>And speaking of knowing people, Biblio, what do you think about Ebba and Myranya knowing each other? They both come from the Talenta Plains, they both fought for Cyre, they both are a bit out of place in 'civilization,' and they've both lost people. <br><br>...And for the life of me, I can't find what a 'Cacklebone' is. Google search is drowned in WoW-crap and when I filter all of that stuff out there's nothing left, and nothing related to Pathfinder or D&amp;D.<br><br>*Grump* It's difficult finding barbarous female halfling imagery that isn't 'scantily clad' silliness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When in Windshire OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>12-12-2016, 08:43:29</strong>
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				Oh!&nbsp; Cacklebone is Chula's version of then hyena-shifters!&nbsp; It's on the world-building thread.<br><br>And, yeah, I am totally down for that.&nbsp; Probably easier if they've just come across one another a few times over the years since leaving the plains, but actually were friends or friendly back when they lived on the plains.&nbsp; Just since they're both nomadic.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When in Windshire OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silver Phoenix</strong> on <strong>12-12-2016, 09:00:00</strong>
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				Well, for myself, I left Seraph's background pretty open, having woken up in the Mournland (formerly Cyre) with no memories and a high body count around him (which frankly, could have been there for a long time, given the preserving nature of the Mournland's mists).<br><br>He believes he has a strong connect to the former nation of Cyre, so he'd be better disposed to towards any of its refugees.<br><br>After leaving his previous merc group, I figure it's only been a few weeks since that time, so I'm not averse to him striking up a rogues' friendship with someone he stumbled upon in a bar or a campfire in the wilds.<hr><br>So, onto Chula's list:<br><ul class="bbc_list" style="list-style-type: decimal;"><li>Still working to see if he's got any, lol.</li><li>(Ditto)</li><li>Well, from his backstory, he's got the merc band who found him and their leader who took a liking to him.&nbsp; I don't mind if you want to do anything with those or don't bring them up either.</li><li>Mostly wandering, I figure.&nbsp; Following his mercenary impulses, he might be looking to sell services or magical expertise to anyone who's willing to pay.&nbsp; It wouldn't be out of character for him to have read a 'Help Wanted' notice somewhere and come to take a look.</li><li><strong>Short-term:</strong> Get by from day to day, with a roof over his head and something to eat or drink.&nbsp; <strong>Long-term:</strong> Probably find out who he was before he woke in the middle of the Mournland.&nbsp; Also to find others like him.&nbsp; Maybe find a way to rebuild Cyre?&nbsp; I figure he's also a little ambivalent about his status as a construct and might want to find ways to become more like a living creature.</li></ul><br>Xendrik sounds cool.&nbsp; I've also generally liked things that involve the Lords of Dust, the Daughters of Sora Kel, or the Daelkyr.&nbsp; Oh, and the persecution of shape-shifters by the Silver Flame (sympathising with the shape-shifters; never fun to be the last of your kind)
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				Title: <strong>Re: When in Windshire OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>12-12-2016, 13:48:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://db4sgowjqfwig.cloudfront.net/campaigns/14025/assets/671071/42774610897410.jpg?1480825995)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Valindra</strong></span> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=989885)<br>Valenar Elf Eldritch Archer Magus<br><br><strong>Background:</strong> The Valenar have little use for weak or unproven warriors. Valindra is no exception. A young elven woman of only a few decades, Valindra isn't of an age to have seen the fighting that put traditional elven lands back into the rightful hands of the elves. Without the experience of the Last War to lean on and with Valenar gearing up for expansion, the youngest generation has been sent abroad to tackle challenges worthy of themselves, the Valenar, and their ancestors.<br><br>Valindra is one such elven youth given this quest whose conditions are simple: succeed or don't come home. With her horse, Shandrydan, at her side and bow in hand, Valindra wants nothing more than to prove herself upon foreign lands. When she returns to Valenar, she wants to do so a hero - a warrior whose name will live forever. Then, her training can be properly put to use when Valenar goes to war.<br><br><strong>Description:</strong> Despite being of average height (for an elf) and slender build, Valindra is still an imposing figure even for those that might not be aware of her warrior heritage. Her gaze is the cold stare of a killer, not the cheerful, gentle look of a young woman. Underneath the vibrant and airy fabric of her desert garb and her worn leather armor is the body of one who spent their life in training - the defined and carefully crafted muscle of a fighter.<br><br>It is rare for anyone to gaze upon Valindra's facial features. The young elf always wears the veils her people are known for and will flatly refuse to remove it in any sort of public setting. Her somewhat lengthy blonde hair is typically braided or otherwise tied beneath her headwraps and kept out of sight. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">• Do you know the other characters? ("Nope! Who the hell are they?" is acceptable!)</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Probably not. Valindra's a bit too young to have fought in the Last War even though she wishes that wasn't the case.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">• Speaking of, do you have any friends, rivals, or family outside of the group?</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>There's plenty of friends and family back home and likely a few elves her own age abroad that she would recognize. Those elves fall into the 'rival' category just because that's how her society operates but it'd be more of a "Look how much better I am than you" kind of thing instead of any real sort of malice.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">• What brings you to the back end of Aundair, anyway? Wanderlust? Did you have a job out there? Did you just want to see if you could spit across the Wynarn river?</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>General mercenary work, roving from town to town trying to find something she deems 'worthy' of her skills. When money gets tight, she gets a little bit less picky about the jobs she takes and now is probably one of those times.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">• What's a short-term goal of your character? What's a long-term goal of your character?</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Short-term: Hone her skills, practice her magic, find cool stuff that makes her better at killing things.<br>Long-term: Elven world domination...sort of. She's looking more for an opportunity to have her own Last War scale battles to fight for glory rather than any real desire to rule over everyone or hatred for one people or another. Nothing personal.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">And third... Another question. Is there anything in the world of Eberron that you the player would really like to see or do? Explore lost ruins of Xen'drik? Restart the Last War? Get shitfaced in Sharn and wake up with two levels in Bard that you don't remember training for?</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Not really. I'm not that familiar with Eberron. I'm just kind of winging it based off what I've read from the wiki and the little bit I picked up playing Dungeons &amp; Dragons Online way, way, <em>way</em> back. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Windshire OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivalOfTheGoat</strong> on <strong>14-12-2016, 22:21:12</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259968.msg12836409#msg12836409">Quote from: Bibliophilia on 12-12-2016, 08:43:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Oh!&nbsp; Cacklebone is Chula's version of then hyena-shifters!&nbsp; It's on the world-building thread.<br><br>And, yeah, I am totally down for that.&nbsp; Probably easier if they've just come across one another a few times over the years since leaving the plains, but actually were friends or friendly back when they lived on the plains.&nbsp; Just since they're both nomadic.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Well that would certainly explain it! I thought I'd read through that pretty closely, but I did only read it once, and mostly I was focusing on any changes that might've been made to halflings. Oops!<br><br>Yeah, that sounds good. They're both members of nomadic Tallenta tribes. There are probably a variety of festival meetups when the tribes get together to swap stories and trade food, goods, and sons and daughters in marriage.<br><br>So why's Ebba hanging around an older woman? It might be her cooking, she did just get done marrying off two sons (and now she can go do her own thing again, yay!). For that matter, it might be one of her sons. They're both married <em>now</em>, but they weren't until recently. Or it might just be that Myrynya's a shaman (tribal druid) and Ebba is a similarly spirity-type and they swapped notes on dealing with spirits and idiots who wanted to have them deal with spirits. ;)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Windshire OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>14-12-2016, 23:00:59</strong>
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				Oh!&nbsp; The Shaman thing is perfect, Carny.&nbsp; Before the war, before Ebba took on that name, she was going to be a shaman herself.&nbsp; She followed her tribe's shaman everywhere and was learning the craft from him, so it makes sense that she would have spent a lot of time with your character, too.&nbsp; So, we can just say they became friendly as a result of her tribe's shaman being friendly with your character and spending a lot of time with her during the festivals and whatnot.<br><br>I'm thinking before she was Ebba, her name was Chanjan, which your character would know, since she didn't take on the human name until after her people had been raided.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Windshire OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>15-12-2016, 00:51:31</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259968.msg12841491#msg12841491">Quote from: CarnivalOfTheGoat on 14-12-2016, 22:21:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Well that would certainly explain it! I thought I'd read through that pretty closely, but I did only read it once, and mostly I was focusing on any changes that might've been made to halflings. Oops!<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Yar, I was trying to convert Shifter "types" into Skinwalker subraces, and had one left over. So what the hell, hyenas.&nbsp; ;D<br><br>I'll likely start the IC sometime tonight.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Windshire OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivalOfTheGoat</strong> on <strong>15-12-2016, 01:18:13</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259968.msg12841593#msg12841593">Quote from: Bibliophilia on 14-12-2016, 23:00:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Oh!&nbsp; The Shaman thing is perfect, Carny.&nbsp; Before the war, before Ebba took on that name, she was going to be a shaman herself.&nbsp; She followed her tribe's shaman everywhere and was learning the craft from him, so it makes sense that she would have spent a lot of time with your character, too.&nbsp; So, we can just say they became friendly as a result of her tribe's shaman being friendly with your character and spending a lot of time with her during the festivals and whatnot.<br><br>I'm thinking before she was Ebba, her name was Chanjan, which your character would know, since she didn't take on the human name until after her people had been raided.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Sounds good. Now we need a name for the old Cacklebone shaman. So there's a touch of teacher/ex-student, maybe, in their relationship...But also Ebba's gone down a different path. It will be interesting as Ebba grows to see if Myryna thinks of her as a success at what she is, or...What an amazing druid/shaman she <em>could</em> have been. ;)<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259968.msg12841795#msg12841795">Quote from: Chulanowa on 15-12-2016, 00:51:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Yar, I was trying to convert Shifter "types" into Skinwalker subraces, and had one left over. So what the hell, hyenas.&nbsp; ;D</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Works for me! Hyenas are fantastic apex predators and horribly misunderstood (as are lions, for that matter...I'm particularly amused in terms of which is reputedly vs. factually more likely to behave 'lazily' and to try to steal the others' kill).
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Windshire OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>15-12-2016, 01:30:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fuckin' lions.&nbsp; Thinking they're so bad-ass and all ruling shit.&nbsp; Everyone knows hyenas are the real boss.<br><br>-snickers.-&nbsp; Hmm...Lespri.&nbsp; That seems like a good name for him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Windshire OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivalOfTheGoat</strong> on <strong>15-12-2016, 08:39:04</strong>
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				Lespri it is!<br><br>Anyone else who might know a roving halfling mercenary shaman (druid) from the Tallenta plains? <br><br>She fought for Cyre as a mercenary under House Deneith contract, and has been wandering around since doing odd jobs to try to help pick up the pieces in the wake of the war.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Windshire OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silver Phoenix</strong> on <strong>15-12-2016, 09:12:26</strong>
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				Well, Seraph would certainly be on the lookout for anyone with connections to Cyre, so they might have heard of him asking around or else he heard of them if that's a piece of information they'd publicly made known.&nbsp; It more something to start a meeting with, than a fast friendship - for himself, Seraph is just trying to piece together what happened to him.<br><br>After that, they could have wondered around and done jobs or such?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Windshire OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>16-12-2016, 08:50:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ahem. So....<br><br>(http://www.pearlsandpeacocks.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/Alice-in-Wonderland-Im-Late-for-a-very-important-date-gif.gif)<br><br>I finally have the beginning IC up. <br><br>https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=260190.0
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Windshire OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>16-12-2016, 08:54:33</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259968.msg12836431#msg12836431">Quote from: Silver Phoenix on 12-12-2016, 09:00:00</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Well, for myself, I left Seraph's background pretty open, having woken up in the Mournland (formerly Cyre) with no memories and a high body count around him (which frankly, could have been there for a long time, given the preserving nature of the Mournland's mists).<br><br>He believes he has a strong connect to the former nation of Cyre, so he'd be better disposed to towards any of its refugees.<br><br>After leaving his previous merc group, I figure it's only been a few weeks since that time, so I'm not averse to him striking up a rogues' friendship with someone he stumbled upon in a bar or a campfire in the wilds.<hr><br>So, onto Chula's list:<br><ul class="bbc_list" style="list-style-type: decimal;"><li>Still working to see if he's got any, lol.</li><li>(Ditto)</li><li>Well, from his backstory, he's got the merc band who found him and their leader who took a liking to him.&nbsp; I don't mind if you want to do anything with those or don't bring them up either.</li><li>Mostly wandering, I figure.&nbsp; Following his mercenary impulses, he might be looking to sell services or magical expertise to anyone who's willing to pay.&nbsp; It wouldn't be out of character for him to have read a 'Help Wanted' notice somewhere and come to take a look.</li><li><strong>Short-term:</strong> Get by from day to day, with a roof over his head and something to eat or drink.&nbsp; <strong>Long-term:</strong> Probably find out who he was before he woke in the middle of the Mournland.&nbsp; Also to find others like him.&nbsp; Maybe find a way to rebuild Cyre?&nbsp; I figure he's also a little ambivalent about his status as a construct and might want to find ways to become more like a living creature.</li></ul><br>Xendrik sounds cool.&nbsp; I've also generally liked things that involve the Lords of Dust, the Daughters of Sora Kel, or the Daelkyr.&nbsp; Oh, and the persecution of shape-shifters by the Silver Flame (sympathising with the shape-shifters; never fun to be the last of your kind)<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Also just a note - Androids are fully alive. They're <em>artificial</em>, but they're not like Warforged. I wedged 'em in here 'cause of a character from an eberron book that I like, and can't promise I won't steal from rampantly.&nbsp; ;D
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Windshire OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>16-12-2016, 09:20:54</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259968.msg12836385#msg12836385">Quote from: CarnivalOfTheGoat on 12-12-2016, 08:22:20</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>*Grump* It's difficult finding barbarous female halfling imagery that isn't 'scantily clad' silliness.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>For a halfling dinosaur druid / shaman sort? Hmmm, well, I make no promises about the "older" part of the equation, but...<br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Halfling Druid-Types</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/27991bd5176cf9e3a9562a019c9d9b7a/tumblr_oi9qrxYlC91utyn51o1_540.jpg)(https://68.media.tumblr.com/8467d655287d196a02506f3629692386/tumblr_oi9qrxYlC91utyn51o2_1280.jpg)(https://68.media.tumblr.com/80931842f5b2472af369866153a90f3e/tumblr_oi9qrxYlC91utyn51o3_400.jpg)(https://68.media.tumblr.com/345eff0ebb0e8f8dbb34ab916191a402/tumblr_oi9qrxYlC91utyn51o4_500.jpg)<br>(https://68.media.tumblr.com/b6991297e3674df7c3d20ca84220bf0e/tumblr_oi9qrxYlC91utyn51o5_1280.png)(https://68.media.tumblr.com/dcd1e75fcf46df49fd208d4b8f3e1204/tumblr_oi9qrxYlC91utyn51o6_1280.jpg)(https://68.media.tumblr.com/415f4d74f8d87fb241d35a9f8007431d/tumblr_oi9qrxYlC91utyn51o7_1280.jpg)(https://68.media.tumblr.com/e2d26ade51c8cb4f7b0a06682f15a81c/tumblr_oi9qrxYlC91utyn51o8_1280.jpg)<br>(https://68.media.tumblr.com/d5de35a0a706724ba63a999610286235/tumblr_oi9qrxYlC91utyn51o9_1280.jpg)(https://68.media.tumblr.com/d168701dfd83297c0456b6c665bb2e5d/tumblr_oi9qrxYlC91utyn51o10_1280.jpg)(https://68.media.tumblr.com/b68eb1461673ba2879087c91464a8ca5/tumblr_oi9r46InSs1utyn51o1_1280.jpg)<br>(https://68.media.tumblr.com/b314ae1da6fbc9a340a558ff7c5ad427/tumblr_oi9r46InSs1utyn51o2_1280.jpg)(https://68.media.tumblr.com/11819b9c9649652098d8a04054fd218e/tumblr_oi9r46InSs1utyn51o3_500.jpg)(https://68.media.tumblr.com/152352c53793ef7c2dcd71a42bc2def9/tumblr_oi9r46InSs1utyn51o4_400.jpg)</div></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Windshire OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivalOfTheGoat</strong> on <strong>16-12-2016, 10:39:50</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259968.msg12844208#msg12844208">Quote from: Chulanowa on 16-12-2016, 09:20:54</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">For a halfling dinosaur druid / shaman sort? Hmmm, well, I make no promises about the "older" part of the equation, but...</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Some nice ones there!<br><br>I think I'm going to go with this one, though. The artist insists she's a dwarf, but...I think she'll do for a middle-aged halfling woman with a 16 strength.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Looks fine to me though</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://orig10.deviantart.net/c107/f/2014/318/2/5/female_dwarf_render_by_shiroyama_chan-d86el2p.png)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Windshire OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>20-12-2016, 04:46:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				-drags the rest of you to the IC.-&nbsp; Come play with me!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Windshire OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silver Phoenix</strong> on <strong>20-12-2016, 14:08:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Will be there soonish; the festive period has just been a little unkind to my post rate :-(
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Windshire OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>20-12-2016, 23:28:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It's been that kind of weekend and week for me last week... sorry about my absence. Looking at IC nao...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Windshire OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivalOfTheGoat</strong> on <strong>23-12-2016, 23:33:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sorry folks! My computer blew up on Tuesday and this is the first chance I've had to sit down since then.<br><br>Glad to see I'm not the last to post?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Windshire OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>26-12-2016, 19:00:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Frohe Weihnachten.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Windshire OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>28-12-2016, 21:52:31</strong>
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				Sorry for the slowness (both posting and pacing) - holidays y'know, and I like doing a little "meet the NPC's" setup before diving right into action&nbsp; ;D Usually.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Windshire OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silver Phoenix</strong> on <strong>28-12-2016, 22:26:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				No worries!&nbsp; Just glad to see its still going :-)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Windshire OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>12-01-2017, 11:48:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				So. no rush, I know I started this over hte holidays and all. I just want to check in make sure everyone's still on board.&nbsp; ;D
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Windshire OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silver Phoenix</strong> on <strong>12-01-2017, 12:12:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Well, I am for one, lol
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Windshire OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivalOfTheGoat</strong> on <strong>15-01-2017, 12:39:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Apologies everyone, much busy with the new year. I'll try to get a post up in the next 24&nbsp; hours or so. Not awake enough just now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When in Windshire OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>20-01-2017, 07:24:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I hate to do it, but i'm going to go ahead and mothball this one guys. if any are still interested I'll be opening another eberron Pathfinder game very soon, probably this weekend. 
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