The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread
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				Title: <strong>The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blank</strong> on <strong>28-10-2018, 21:31:36</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">The Scourge of Blacktower</span></span></strong></span></div><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/Cg3gPf3.jpg)</div><br><hr><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Useful Links</span></strong><br>Main Game (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=295374.0)<br>Game and World Information (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=295283.0)<br>Pitch and Recruitment (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=295055.0)<br><br><hr><br>The journey from the big cities and the realm beyond was long and difficult.&nbsp; Two dozen left the city walls to march to Ovesgar. The waxing summer weather seemed to skip autumn, driving cold rains and bone biting winds across the lowland rolling hills.&nbsp; Dirt roads turned to mud. Dried rock beds became steady flowing rivers. Monsters and bandits sought to secure their winter supplies from any wandering travelers.<br><br>In other words: You.<br><br>Even the mountain pass offered little reprieve for the adventurers.&nbsp; Gargoyles hiding among the rocks made prey on your company, finishing off what the road hadn't.&nbsp; The battle with the winged horrors took a turn for the worst when the healer fell.&nbsp; Pressed the hold back the monsters, they looked to close in to finish of the last four when a bloom of fire decorated the sky.<br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/boLCy8A.jpg)</div>When becoming unblinded, sand rained down upon the part of the powdered gargoyles. When looking for what happened, you saw on the cliff hills a silver haired man in dark navy blue robes.&nbsp; He stared down impassively before vanishing beyond the ledge.<br><br>Those of weaker wills, lacking of skill, or bereft of luck had died or left the party. Only four remained.<br><br>Ovesgar was a sight for soar eyes. A peaceful town stead made of wood, slate, and stone sitting next to tranquil creek. Seen through the streets and alleys are people going about their daily lives.&nbsp; Farmlands surrounding the town are nearing the end of their regular harvest, leaving them completely or mostly bare.&nbsp; Men and women in the fields pause to stand and stare at the four walking.<br><br>A mother in a dirty cotton dress, leans to whisper to a wiry girl. She bobs her head and sprints off towards the town center.<br><br><div align="center">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/013/585/075/large/abdelrahman-kubisi-main-final.jpg?1540281069)</div>Drax Telweather greets you just at the entrance of town. He's an older man with a bald head and salt and pepper beard.&nbsp; Deep wrinkle have started to set into his skin, he's one of the few lucky ones in this land to grow old.&nbsp; There is a sevear fatigue ringing his eyes with a hint of... disappointment?<br><br>"Welcome to Ovesgar, adventurers.&nbsp; I am Drax Telweather, the regent High Elder. We've been... expecting you for some time. You've long been on the road, and from what I understand, it hasn't been kind to you.&nbsp; Rest at the inn for a night and we can discuss what we need of you in the morning." He said, his voice gravely and rough. His eyes wander behind the four for a moment, gazing down the empty road<br><br>The four are given a paid for room and meal at the local inn, The Bar Guest.&nbsp; The symbol on the sign was of a large black dog with savage teeth.&nbsp; No one&nbsp; remembered or understood what the name of the tavern meant, but no one has bothered to change it.&nbsp; The swill is good, the songs sang were hearty, the food warm, the men handsome and rowdy, the women pretty and playful, and beds like cumulus clouds.<br><br><hr><br>The next day, you are summoned to the town hall.&nbsp; It is a long hall much akin to the seafaring North-men favor for their drinking and feasting.&nbsp; A raging heart sat at in the middle of the width of the hall, the walls decorated with carvings, pantings, and trophies the town had accumulated on the wall. The most notable was a severed and stuffed wolf head. Or, at the very least it looked like a wolf.<br><br>Drax sat present on oneside. Adjacent to him was a familiar silver haired man with a staff leaning against the table.&nbsp; Drax introduces the man as Gerald the Young, the valley's resident wizard that has volunteered to help understand the mystery of the happenings of the valley.<br><br>"Thank you for coming this far to help us in our time of need.&nbsp; Do not think that your work here is charity, you will be well compensated should you banish the evil that plagues us. Allow me to provide you context to our plight." Said Drax.<br><br>"For the last several months, strange happenings have been plaguing our town and valley.&nbsp; Monsters have started to crawl from their holes and harass our towns.&nbsp; Specters have started to stalk our lands. People in rural areas have been spirited away.&nbsp; We have not heard from many of the other eight towns for some time.&nbsp; Pigton and Cornwood are the only two villages we've heard from in recent past, mostly because of our frequent trade with them.&nbsp; Dark rumors have spread from the west that this darkness is spreading. Myself and the leaders of Ovesgar, Pigton, and Cornwood feel it is only a matter of time before whatever dark sorcery spreads to our town.&nbsp; You four and Gerald are tasked with rooting out this evil and helping the residents of this valley to the best of your ability."<br><br>With your briefing completed, you are let loose to do as you please.<br><br>Gerald exits the building with Yuila, Seras, Isma, and Vafi.&nbsp; The wizard is a hard read to tell what he was thinking of the mission or the four women. Except for Yuila.&nbsp; He glared with suspicion and disdain at the witch, eyes criticizing everything about her being.<br><br>"Well, I can't say I expected a group of women as my... associates in this venture. From where I stand, it doesn't matter who you are so long as you all are competent in your trade." A pointed glance was cast towards the witch. "I'm afraid I don't have much expertise in the adventurer's or sellsword's life, I'm much more an academic than anything else. I will yield to your experience."<br><br>Gerald is able to give some potential ideas on how and where to start. Pigton and Cornwood might have better intel on the happenings further into the valley, travelling there may be a good idea and an eventuality, since they are logical stops to move further in.<br><br>He further explains the jobs board in town was quite full when he walked by it.&nbsp; If they hoped to earn some quick coin to prepair for the journey ahead, it wouldn't be a bad idea to take on a few jobs.<br><br>While in the Pig's Knee, a tavern favored by local merchants, he heard some beast was haunting the local graveyard.&nbsp; Some think it is some rabid dog.&nbsp; Others think it is a ghost hound, brought back to life by the evil washing over the land. Some think it is Fenrir, a legendary giant wolf that can make the hearts of men collapse by it's mere gaze.&nbsp; Gerald rolls his eyes at the theories, but suggests putting the beast down might put people at ease.<br><br>Beyond those few ideas, he differs to the judgement of the group. He looks mostly to Seras and Vafi, looking the logical leaders of the group. Isma was too odd for him to make heads or tails of.&nbsp; He seemed to ignore or look down his nose at Yuila when he's forced to acknowledge her existence.<br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/myEAcHb.jpg)</div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Ambient Music and Sound Effects For Town</div><div class="spoiler_body">Music + ambient: Go to https://tabletopaudio.com/ and search for River Town</div></div><br><hr><br><strong>You have been tasked with saving the valley, whatever that means. The evil seems to be from further up the valley, but Gerald, the local wizard, offers some suggestions on what might be useful actions to take to help Ovesgar and the local area.<br><br>What do you do?</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>29-10-2018, 01:20:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/gNwY8ZO.jpg)</div><strong>Seras Goreev</strong> <br>Human Fighter - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 25 / 25<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 0 / 8<br><strong>Conditions</strong>:&nbsp; None<hr>Seras didn't hesitate to take advantage of the High Elder's hospitality when it was offered.&nbsp; She'd been on the road a long while, and with snap change to winter a warm hearth was a luxury she'd longed for even longer.&nbsp; Requesting a tub of hot water, and scenting it with a handful of dried petals, she washed the grit and sweat from her long march off, wanting to put her best face forward when meeting the rest of the village.<br><br>She hadn't missed that heavy look of disappointment in the High Elder's eyes.&nbsp; A shrimp dressed in what could've been her father's armor, a witch wrapped in tatters, a crimson-garbed fool in a jeering mask, and girl whose eyes were still bright with naivety ... they hardly had the presence of the great heroes of yore.&nbsp; His situation was dire, and it seemed that fate had handed him a pack of money hungry misfits; she'd seen that look too many times in her life already.&nbsp; Well, preconceptions would crumble under the weight of results, as ridiculous a band as they made, they were the quartet who'd survived the journey unbloodied and unshaken.&nbsp; That tenacity was the metric the Warsworn had taught her to use when judging her companions ... she could make do with this.<br><br>When she finally joined the festivities downstairs, she appeared without her armor for possibly the first time her travelling partners had seen her, wearing a dark sleeveless tunic that had been patched repeatedly with crude stitchwork over britches and her boots.&nbsp; Still, she kept her axe close at hand, leaning it against the table to her side as she enjoyed the fruits of this year's harvest.&nbsp; Still, she kept to the edges of the crowds, happy to leave public relations to the more sociable members of the party.<br><br>Growing up surrounded by her people, she was still acclimating to outsiders she couldn't easily seperate into Contractors or Foes.<br><hr>Seras was in a good mood in the morning.&nbsp; A good night's sleep (where she'd snored openly, sprawled out across her cot with a belly full of stew and mead), and a warm bowl of oats had helped her shake off whatever misgivings she'd gathered up on the road.&nbsp; Her armor was in place, her pack was secured, and she balanced her axe against her shoulder casually even as she regarded the people milling about the town square.&nbsp; Her back straight and her head high, for Seras, she may as well be dancing and luxuriating in the sunlight.<br><br>"Yeah...I can tell you don't get many adventurers out this way." she said, glancing back towards the town house, "Vague mission objectives, non-specific promises of compensation ... lots of room for abuse from both sides.&nbsp; A mission like this is bound to drag on ... hopefully High Elder's Telweather's good graces hold out."<br><br>"Hrmn." she muttered, rubbing her chin, "Much as I'd like to head out immediately, Warsworn policy is generally to fortify a base camp at the outset of a campaign.&nbsp; It shouldn't be much trouble to hunt down a wild dog ... maybe it'll be a 'Bar Guest'." she added, the corner of her lips lifting in a smirk as she made air quotes with her free hand.&nbsp; "We need to make sure that any reinforcements who come from the pass have a place to bed down, after all."<br><br>She tilted her head towards Gerard the Young, examining the silver-haired youth for a moment.<br><br>"How's the blacksmith in this town, Ser Mage?" she asked, "I'd like to pick up a few knives and bandages before we venture off.&nbsp; You know," she gave a broad smile that didn't touch her eyes, "the essentials."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>29-10-2018, 18:11:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/dgrj9Ci.jpg?1)</div><strong>Isma The Fool</strong> <br>The Slayer - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 23 / 23<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 0 / 8<br><strong>Thirst</strong>:&nbsp; 0 <br><strong>Conditions</strong>:&nbsp; None<hr><br>Isma had been a fresh face amongst the traveling group of adventurers. Granted, the same could be said about most of the travelers, it wasn't like they were all one unified group or guild, but the foppish jester was particularly new, as no one gathered there would actually remember her being amongst the caravan when they first set off. Nor would they recall her jumping to join their fellowship at one of the towns they passed as a few other bright eyed townsfolk-turned-adventurers had opted to do. As far as anyone could tell the strangely dressed woman had just appeared one day in the midst of an encounter with a group of goblins, the jester dancing about and slicing through the tiny creatures alongside everyone as if she had been there the entire time. No one bothered to say anything about it, or at least the ones that had were all dead now...then again most everyone was dead now weren't they? An odd bit of business that was. <br><br>And while the pyro show was brilliant, and the welcome into town suitably inviting, Isma couldn't help but feel on edge. Not because of the gruesome deaths of their traveling companions, no they were just nameless extras in this play anyways, nor because of the grim darkness slowly approaching from the west, threatening to envelop this small town and soon the entire world thereafter. No, for her it was the Thirst...always the Thirst. Amongst the larger group it had been easier to stealthily sate herself, the sheer number of bodies making for plenty of hiding places to take a quick sip as she fought. However as their numbers thinned out it only got harder and harder, and the last foes they had encountered before coming into town had been bloody gargoyles! How was she supposed to quench her thirst with powdered stone!?<br><br>The night was spent reveling, almost violently so, the masked fool playing her part brilliantly as she spun and stumbled about the inn, telling seedy jokes and tossing herself about in prat falls that brought uproarious laughter from the easily entertained patrons of the bar. All of it a mere distraction, the villagers thinking she was distracting them from the grim forces surrounding them...no...a distraction intended solely for herself. She drank and sang and dance and slapped the plump bottoms of busty tavern wenches, all so that it might keep her mind off the Thirst, even knowing none would truly satisfy that itch deep in the base of her throat. She would be a fool to think it could, but that was fine, she <em>was</em> a fool after all...<br><br><hr><br>The next morning Isma had risen earlier than most...or perhaps she had never gone to bed at all...either way the others would descend the stairs to find her gathered with a wandering bard lazily plucking at his loot, the fool swaying heavily as she sang a song (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mA5rQJmLa_M) to a completely empty tavern, though weirdly enough all of the chairs had been pulled back slightly from their tables, as if there was an invisible audience sitting at them, "Oh...good morrow friends, you're all looking quite refreshed...robust even..." she cooed, waving away her new acquaintance as she weaved her way between her companions, greeting them all with a hand carved smile, seeming to evaluate them all before motioning for them to lead the way forward with a sweeping bow, "well then, let's not keep the poor old man waiting then"<br><br>The briefing went by as uneventfully as one could imagine. They were to "root out the evil", whatever the hells that even meant, and would be "compensated" for a job well done. Isma didn't mind the vagueness of their contract. For her it was secondary reason for coming here anyways, she'd let the others fret about objectives and payment. As the emerged from the hall Isma let out a small chuckle as their mysterious savior finally spoke, giving him a tiny applause with her fingers that couldn't have possibly felt less genuine, "Oh my, our silent savior speaks at last! Oh and we get to be associates! Such an interesting title, absolutely dripping with implication..." she cooed, weaving through her companions again as she made her way up to the long haired gentleman, reaching him by the time he claimed he would yield to their experience as adventurers. With a gentle yet firm grip she suddenly reached up with one hand to catch him under the chin, her thumb and fingers pressing into his cheeks to squeeze the grimace on his face into a pucker, "good, I do enjoy a man who yields...but first..." she mused, turning his face to look at Yulia again, "that woman, so beautiful and busty, no man with a working cock would scowl at a woman like that without a particular reason. So either your cock doesn't work, which would be a shame in of itself, or there's some baggage here we're not privy too...honestly I could care less what it is, but I'd rather it not muddy up our proceedings here, so go ahead and give her a great...big...smile...and keep your nose tilted at it's regular angle when looking at her from here on..." she mused, the seemingly loose headed woman apparently more observant than she let on, "anyhoo, while you lovely people are shoring up our defenses and buying supplies, I think I'll go scout out that graveyard, see what kind of beasts we'll be dancing with in this valley..." she remarked back to Seras, casually releasing her grip on the mage. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZincStandard</strong> on <strong>02-11-2018, 22:34:38</strong>
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				<strong>Yulia of Pendle</strong><br>The <del>Wizard</del> Witch - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP:</strong> 16/16<br><strong>XP:</strong> 0/8<br><strong>Conditions:</strong> None<br><hr>Yulia had never been one to let a hard road get her down.&nbsp; While the rest of the caravan had moped and complained beneath the rain and wind, she'd somehow contrived to seem untouched by the weather the whole way.&nbsp; It was amazing how much of an effect something as simple as a straight back and a smile could have.&nbsp; The act had been enough to keep the wagoneers from speaking more than two consecutive words to her--which was how she preferred it.&nbsp; Of course, it did nothing to stop them from glaring and muttering when they thought she couldn't hear, but that was an occupational hazard.&nbsp; Their kind were never happy to have her along for a ride.<br><br>The constant attacks, though, those she could've done without.&nbsp; She supposed it was foolish, given where they were headed, but she'd never have Seras or Vafi's stomach for violence.&nbsp; <br><br>Her outward cheer redoubled as they passed the boarding house threshold.&nbsp; As much of a relief as hot food and a proper bath were, though, the fight at the pass gnawed at her the whole night.&nbsp; Of all the things they could've run into, didn't it just have to be a <em>wizard</em>.&nbsp; That was just what she needed, some high-and-mighty scholarly prick hovering around, no doubt determined to find some opportunity to set his cohorts after her on some trumped-up dark arts charge.&nbsp; It wasn't until she noticed her bathwater getting cold that Yulia realized how long she'd been sitting there scowling about it.<br><br>Work was work, but the sooner they could clean up this place and get out, the better.<br><hr>Yulia arrived downstairs with her customary cavernous yawn and stretch.&nbsp; Any last dust of sleep was quickly blown away as Isma accosted her; she met the mask with her usual half-smirk, but another stone settled in her gut.&nbsp; The fool was one she'd kept her distance from especially on the road--she wasn't in the habit of trusting people in masks.&nbsp; Seras, perhaps, would notice Yulia scooting her chair a little closer to her at the table.&nbsp; She wondered what it said about her that having a Warsworn within arm's reach made her feel safer.&nbsp; Over her bowl of the same watery porridge she swore every inn in the world drew from the same giant pot, she made a mental note to keep a close eye on Isma.&nbsp; Sooner or later, that mask had to come off.<br><br>She kept her silence under Gerald's glares while Seras negotiated, firing back with a grin and a flutter of the eyelashes--that ought to put him off-balance.&nbsp; These sorts of conversations were best left to the one with a literal lifetime's experience of mercenary work.&nbsp; Falling in with the others as they left the hall, she fought not to laugh as Isma took a rather more direct approach to the wizard, wondering for a moment whether she hadn't been needlessly paranoid before--it was a poor fool who one could relax around, after all.&nbsp; As always and rightly, paranoia won out, but still, she could appreciate the gesture.&nbsp; "Oh, leave the boy alone already," she chided.&nbsp; "We all want the same thing here, to help these poor, unfortunate folk.&nbsp; I'm sure we'll be the best of friends."&nbsp; She flashed Gerald another grin and batted her eyelashes.&nbsp; It was probably a mistake, riling him up any further, but she just couldn't resist such a perfect chance.<br><br>Her heart sank again when Isma announced her plan to investigate the graveyard--it was obviously the right place to start, and she'd been hoping the fool would head elsewhere--but they had a job to do.&nbsp; "Well, we can't have you wandering over there by yourself with who-knows-what about," she teased.&nbsp; "But give it an hour.&nbsp; I need to get a few things ready."&nbsp; Nine times out of ten, talk like this proved to be nothing but a wild dog digging up graves for food, but that wasn't a risk she wanted to take without the full strength of her powers brought to bear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>05-11-2018, 06:55:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/mZvk2aM.jpg?1)</div><strong>Vafi Cieleclat</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=295283.msg14473137#msg14473137)<br>Human Paladin - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 22 / 22<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 0 / 8<br><strong>Conditions</strong>: None<hr><br>While she was high spirited and enthusiastic Vafi was still naive and inexperienced, this was vafis first adventure and in-doors training can never prepeare you enough for what lies out there, much less considering the recent happenings that no one could explain. The travel was rough and the road lurking with creatures rough as they moved forward but Vafi, ready as she could be, was up to the challenge. Heavy armor, sword and shield and pack full of rations and other gear all secured and tightened with belts that attracted far more eyes towards her than she was confortable with, yes the group was big and she hadn't expected to travel with such a mount of strangers yet something she would expect even less was it to be soon wiped out so fiercely until it was reduced to nothing but a handful of girls. A witch to whom Vafi continuously stared with suspicion but who had also bravely helped, a warrior girl Vafi had mistaken for a dwarf lad when first meeting her and a fool whom strangely she just hadn't noticed until the groups was smaller.<br><br>Surviving mostly to the intensive of her training, to her strength and iron will and to the unbreakable desire of arriving to Ovesgard to protect their people of course, oh and of course to a lesser degree to the help of short girl Vafi was finally able to see the walls of the city with her comrades. Not thanks to their own merits alone though but thanks to a mysterious robed man that came to help them when they most needed so. Blessed be thy Vafi thought, unfortunately he did not stay to be thanked properly but they had a mission to accomplish and a man to meet<br><br><hr><br>The next day was welcomed by a recomforting sunrise, the blessing of having survived to the attacks of the darkness that corrupts the wilderness and the joy of knowing she would be helping these people to her best. Vafi woke up early and took her time in a very needed invigorating bath, if she was going to inspire safety into the hearts of the townfolks she could not have her immaculate skin stained with the blood of the wounds or the mud from the road that were signs of the fierce encounter they had had before their arrival, her armor would be next and it would be cleansed until it reflected the bright rays of the sun on its surface. Vafi would be thinking on the other girls and on the mysterious man as she was barely dressed in her room with a short tunic that hardly managed to cover her toned butt and that remained loose and open in the front leaving a clear view of one of her plump breasts while she readied herself for the meeting.<br><br>By the time they were summoned Vafi was certainly ready and wanting to help already. "How bad is the current situation master Drax and how can we be of help", she was quick to ask, compensation was a mere formality to the paladin since the people was what mattered the most yet they needed to buy food and pay for lodging and other adventuring expenses but if she could manage todo without so she would work just for the joy she was doing right.<br><br>Of course she continued to look at the witch with suspicion but the sight of the mysterious man from the day before stole her whole attention, Gerald was the name of the local wizardly guy, Gerald the Young, and she wanted to thank him for his help and shake his hand but she was shortly bewildered. It was this temporary absence which prevented Vafi from stopping Isma's irreverent answer but thankfully Yulia excused themselves. The witch's attitude, which she had shown before, and current words choice were a clear sign of why Vafi didn't mistrust Yulia so much yet she still believed that the more her witchcraft power would grow the more tempted she would be by the darkness. Not that Vafi would excuse herself as well while speaking on Isma's behalf as well. "Please excuse the rudeness of my companion, you'll see that she is a valuable and competent comrade and that her blades are as sharp as her tongue so I please beg you do not down upon us. You have nothing to worry."<br><br>Hearing then what Gerlad told them about what could be wandering on the cemetery she added, "Giving the people the certainty that their lost beloved ones rest in peace is our duty, we will investigate and take care of this foul beast."<br><br>"I wouldn't advice you go alone for it can be a dangerous task Isma but if you insist on going there now then I shall insist that I go with you. The other can catch up with us there once they are done."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blank</strong> on <strong>07-11-2018, 02:42:47</strong>
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				Gerald tried to lean away from Isma as his cheeks were aggressively smooshed.&nbsp; His puckered lips made him look like a very toothy koi. "I nof yeilfing." His lips waggled in rebellion to the unwanted touch.&nbsp; As soon as Isma's touch loosed, he used his arm to brush away the appendage and stumble back a half step.<br><br>"Excuse me for being skeptical of a witch being part of your party. From what I understand, they have a long history of illegally using magic and blowing people up. Your point, though uncomfortably delivered, is valid to some extent." He grumbled, turning his ire filled gaze towards Isma and offering Yulia a more respectful and neutral appraisal. "Ms... Uh... Yulia, correct? You are a part of the team, just as the rest of us. Despite the known risks of hedge magic, the people of this valley need all they help they can get."<br><br>"Jester, next time you have a point to make, talking to me directly is more appreciated than unwanted physical contact." He said, shooting the jester a glare.<br><br>He looked flustered at Yulia's winning smile and a batted eyelashes. Gerald looked away pretty woman, not sure how to respond.&nbsp; Instead he focused on Seras' commentary and question.&nbsp; "If you are skeptical of Telweather's morality, I can assure you that he isn't a cheat.&nbsp; I've known him for a while and myself and the villagers don't find him lacking.&nbsp; Though he wasn't always the Elder, that's a more recent development.&nbsp; He's a stand-in until a new Elder is decided during at the Winter Festival."<br><br>Gerald cracked the first smile the group had seen and snirked at Seras' joke.&nbsp; "That... Might be a fair prediction now that you point it out.&nbsp; There does seem to be a bit of unwritten history in the town about large dogs."<br><br>"As for your concern about making a base camp, I can ask around the locals to find a space you can occupy for cheap or free. The inn does start to bite into funds after a while and won't facilitate a large number of people if it exceeds capacity.&nbsp; Do you want my help with the dog, or should I look into this for you?"<br><br>Gerald canted his head to the side, causing locks of silver to cascade down his robe's shoulders. A hand lifted to stroke his chin while he contemplated the sky.&nbsp; "She's a fine smith, you shouldn't be wanting unless you want something fancy.&nbsp; Don't expect them to be selling full plate mail, but the rest you might find there or in the market in the center of town."<br><br>Distraction and flushed cheeks returned as Vafi approached and offered her own apology. "I-it's fine, the Jester wasn't wrong." He explained, too timid to look at her, afraid he'd end up staring or worse, embarrassing himself in front of her.&nbsp; He combed back his hair with one hand and flashed a confident grin, at least as much of one as he could manage in front of a gorgeous knight. "I need to work harder to get along with the team."<br><br><hr><br><strong>Seras gets to go shopping!&nbsp; She's able to buy anything a decent sized town would allow.&nbsp; She's able to find the "essentials" she's looking for.<br><br>Yulia is able to prepare her spells! If Seras wants to "help" (whatever that might look like), then roll (roll+bond) to maybe give a hand in an unexpected way.<br><br>Seras (and the group if they have opinions) can tell Gerald if to go secure some kind of base, or help with animal control.</strong><br><br><hr><br>The graveyard a mossy stretch of hill next to the village, cloaked in a dying morning fog.&nbsp; The green hill rolled up to an almost scenic view of the village, if you weren't aware of the large amount of dead people behind you.<br><br>The graves are dug with little plan or reason of location.&nbsp; Haphazard and lacking any vision would be a kind way of describing it.&nbsp; Most graves were unmarked except for the excess of grass growing in spots.&nbsp; Some had more thought put into the grave plots; some had large stones to mark the head and even some were decorated with armature carved pictures of animals and people, sometimes names were found for the more literate people left behind.<br><br>A few Celtic Crosses marked some of the more prestigious tombs, those were in a line.<br><br><hr><br><strong>No dog here it seems. If you want to look around for a dog, then roll Discern Realities.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>07-11-2018, 16:55:11</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/dgrj9Ci.jpg?1)</div><strong>Isma The Fool</strong> <br>The Slayer - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 23 / 23<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 0 / 8<br><strong>Thirst</strong>:&nbsp; 0 <br><strong>Conditions</strong>:&nbsp; None<hr><br>Isma chuckled at the boy's sharp response, "heh...'from what I understand', yet another very fitting choice of words..." she mused, the condescension practically dripping from the holes of her mask like a thick ooze, "besides, as we have been commissioned to fight off this vague, looming darkness, I imagine quite a few people will need blowing up before all is said and done, legally I may add. Not to mention your own introduction involved quite a bit of violent combustion of the arcane variety. Pots and kettles my uncomfortably pretty friend...pots and kettles..." she added, again reaffirming the witch's value to the team while taking another dig at the wizard. <br><br>However when her own companions suddenly began chiding and apologizing on her behalf the fool merely let out a scoff, the slight tilt of her head implying that she was rolling her eyes beneath her mask, "yes yes, please forgive this old fool. She knows not what she speaks. After all a "fool's wisdom" is just another term for madness is it not?" she cooed dramatically, slinking off to the edge of the group in mock ostracization.<br><br>The fool's head perked up again, however, when the witch mentioned needing some form of accompaniment to start scouting out the nearby cemetery, "oh my, a whole hour? I could have this beast mounted over the inn's mantle in that time. That won't do at all" she cooed, "besides I merely intend to start doing some early investigating, pouring over for clues and what not. All the boring stuff that we don't really need the full posse for..." she explained, not planning to go out and try to track the thing down right away without properly studying it first. <br><br>When Vafi again spoke up Isma smiled, probably, and quickly glided over to the holy warrior, "well now if you really do insist...who am I to deny the desires of a willful woman?" she mused, turning to survey the rest of the group, "yes this should work splendidly, you two can make your preparations, and we can go handle the early leg work. Between the four of us we make a good pair of pairs" she cooed, suddenly slipping behind Vafi, her hands sneaking under the paladin's arms to get two meaty handfuls of her tits, fingers sinking firmly into the partially exposed flesh, "and within said pairs each contains yet another good pair..." she said, seeing how each group had at least one pleasantly voluptuous woman in it, the fool looking over Vafi's shoulder at Yulia knowingly, and the witch would have sworn the mask winked at her, despite the impossibility of it, "...Mmm...a very good pair...by my count that's at least three good pairs between the lot of us, so clearly we have the numbers on our side" she said, reluctantly releasing her grip of Vafi's chest. <br><br>Questionable math aside, the Fool seemed satisfied with their deliberations, and was ready to head off, "well then, we shall be off then! have fun on the homestead, we shall be promptly plunging ourselves into no doubt mortal peril..." she cooed as she started walking off, throwing a manufactured smile as Vafi, "...among other things..." she added, her recent harassment throwing the thought of "plunging" into "other things" into question, "come along now, pip-pip" she muttered, skipping her way down the road towards the graveyard, her cheery disposition in total contrast to their dreary destination. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>12-11-2018, 05:13:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/mZvk2aM.jpg?1)</div><strong>Vafi Cieleclat</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=295283.msg14473137#msg14473137)<br>Human Paladin - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 22 / 22<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 0 / 8<br><strong>Conditions</strong>: None<hr><br>Being more than used to that kind of behavior Vafi replied to the wizard without reacting to his blushing except for a faint smirk that should go unnoticed, that is."As long as you recognize the wrong in your actions or prejudices there is nothing to worry about." Was she enjoying the way he avoided her glance, that illusory feeling of superiority she felt she had above everyone else just because of her divine rank? Or course she did and it felt even better that he knew he had what was told to him in order to help the city. But she still wanted to make Gerald feel welcome so she grinned back and replied in a sort of playful tone before turning to the others, "I think you do my wizardly friend, put some effort in it and you'll soon see the fruits of your work."<br><br>The first one she looked at was Yulia, Vafi shared Gerald's point of view about witches and Yulia definitively would not be the first person the paladin would entrust her safety to but the fact that Yulia had been chosen to join their group, or perhaps allowed would be a more appropriate word, and her actions so far made the paladin trust her enough not to accuse her as Gerald had just done... not yet at least, not without any sort of solid evidence. Perhaps Vafi was being too distrustful about the witch but she just thought she was just being cautious, she just had to kept an eye on her and everything would be fine.<br><br>Or Seras could, she was a very capable fighter and had already demonstrated it and that made Vafi entrust her the most right then so having the two of them go together sounded like a perfect idea. She on the other hand could move on to the graveyard with Isma and Gerald to look around the area before they faced the creature. On that she completely agreed with her masked companion, now if Gerald could go along that would make things easier.<br><br>"Some help would be very much appreciated young Gerald", it was then when Vafi realized she had not properly thanked Gerald for his help before, he might need some working on his social skills but he was a great magic user. She was about to show him her gratitude but when instead only a lewd moan came out of her lips, when she was not looking Isma had managed to surround her with her arms. Her hands suddenly clasping her tits, sneaking into the paladin's loose cleavage and allowing her fingers to feel the silken pink flesh of Vafi's fat swollen breasts that seemed even bigger given how tight and fastened the rest of her clothing was.<br><br>Another moan escaped before she was able to react, covering her chest first and pushing Isma backwards with her hips and ass. But being polite and somewhat naive didn't mean she wouldn't anything about what just had happened, unfortunately she now was too embarrassed to ask Gerald to come with them so getting him to find a place would be better. "Having a place to occupy would be great, please arrange so", with her cheeks fully red Vafi didn't want to go into details with the wizards and quickly turned and went out behind Isma. "You don't ever do that again!, you hear me?" she spoke authoritatively with one arm and lifting a finger at the other girl, although she might not be taken seriously given how beautifully red her cheeks still were.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>12-11-2018, 06:39:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/dgrj9Ci.jpg?1)</div><strong>Isma The Fool</strong> <br>The Slayer - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 23 / 23<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 1 / 8<br><strong>Thirst</strong>:&nbsp; 1 <br><strong>Conditions</strong>: confused (-1 WIS)<hr><br>Isma couldn't hold back the low chuckle in her throat as the noble paladin let out such a sweet sound at her sinful squeezing, "so this is what it means to be blessed by the gods..." she mused under her breath, only loud enough for Vafi herself to hear it, the incredulous jester playfully weighing the mighty mounds with her palms as if measuring them on a set of scales, "well they say that divine provenance comes with a heavy burden...I do hope they have miracles to help with lower back pain" &nbsp;she cooed, this one of the few times she regretted wearing such thick gloves, as it prevented her from truly appreciating the feel she was copping. <br><br>Having started the day with a meal in her belly, a song in her heart, and a pair of titties in her hands, Isma was about as chipper as one could be, practically bouncing with each step she took, whistling all the way to the graveyard. When the young paladin suddenly called her out the jester didn't stop and tremble at her stern tone, nor did she even turn to look the girl in the face, merely glimpsing back over her shoulder at her, "Really now? Oh my god Vafi...or I suppose I should say 'oh <em>your</em> god'...you're not really that rattled are you?" she mused, the smile carved into her mask somehow seeming extra wide and condescending, "Come now, a true chosen one needs a bit more mettle than that I think. Where's your stoicism? Your grit? Your iron will? You can't be blushing like a maiden and moaning like a whore just from someone slapping those fate tits a little. It's not like I diddled that assuredly air tight cunt of yours, or gods forbid poked around between those juicy cheeks...I mean with a reaction that sharp you might as well have screamed "I'm a hopeless virgin!" from the top of your lungs, and for someone who carries themselves like some sort of femme fatale I can't imagine anything more damaging to your image" she playfully chided, acting as if she had done nothing wrong at all, and that it was Vafi's fault for reacting so strongly. <br><br>"Ah, but as much as I'd like to keep talking about all those holes we've yet to explore, it appears we're here!" Isma cooed as they entered the rather unceremoniously kept cemetery, being only a quick skip from the village, "ughh, though I've got to say it ain't the prettiest graveyard I've ever seen...wouldn't even make my top 5 if I were being honest" she mused, bobbing through the unorganized mess of graves, most of which weren't even properly marked, "I mean I've seen some cemeteries so nice you could fuck a noble's wife in them, real romantic kind of stuff. I wouldn't even drag a cheap whore out here..." she mused, continuing with her unsolicited commentary before suddenly dropping down to her hands and knees to examine the ground around the parameter of the graveyard. Unfortunately, between the blushing maiden accompanying her and the...uh...sudden <em>dryness</em> in her throat...Isma found it difficult to actually focus on looking for clues...No...it went beyond just being distracted by a nice set of jugs...her ears suddenly started ringing faintly, her eyes crossing as she stared down at the grass, everything kinda blurring together in a solid mat of green that she couldn't make heads or tails of as far as tracking anything, "Agh!...ummm...heheh, why don't you take over investigating this area? I think it'd be easier for a beginner to parse out. I'm gonna go...uh...check out the other side..." she excused herself, stiffly straightening herself up, like a drunk overcompensating to try and stay stable, and slumping away from the girl as she tried to collect herself. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2018-11-11 23:29:51, pdragon (uid: 57462) rolls: 2d6a-1 Result: 3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=126421)<br>Under 6: gain 1 thirst</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>12-11-2018, 22:34:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/gNwY8ZO.jpg)</div><strong>Seras Goreev</strong> <br>Human Fighter - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 25 / 25<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 0 / 8<br><strong>Conditions</strong>:&nbsp; None<hr>Seras shook her head a bit at Isma's japery, though she couldn't quite keep a smirk off of her face at Vafi's rather ... <em>honest</em> response to the jester's sudden touch.&nbsp; Poor girl, if she couldn't learn to keep a tighter reign on her reactions, she was just going to end up becomming Isma's favorite target.&nbsp; She patted a mailed hand against Gerald's shoulder, trying to draw his attention away from the spectacle and back towards her.<br><br>"As you can see, you shouldn't take Isma's casual manhandling personally.&nbsp; It's the nature of a fool to transgress." she offered with a small smile, "Though I wouldn't write off her rambling too casually.&nbsp; Fools also have a talent for pointing out when you're acting the fool yourself; like recognizes like after all."<br><br>"If you'd be so kind as to speak to the towns folk and find us a place to bed down, I'd appreciate it.&nbsp; They know you better, and you likely have a better notion of who'd be willing to put up such a colorful bunch."<br><br><hr><br>Seras was fairly business-like at the blacksmiths.&nbsp; The first thing she did is drop her purse of coin on the front desk, openning the draw string to show the pittance of gold held within.&nbsp; The Warsworn were known to pick over battlefields for discarded weapons and armor to help arm their ranks, in some corners that got them labelled as thieves with an eye for weaponry.&nbsp; Seras wanted to establish herself as a paying customer right from the outset.<br><br>Her axe was mighty, true, but she needed room to swing it.&nbsp; There was a flat, dead eye in her look as Seras turned a knife over in her hands, lightly pressing her thumb to one edge to test its sharpness.&nbsp; The first weapon she'd ever held was a knife after all.&nbsp; She remembered her elders holding the armored man down as they told her where to stab, how to get under the plate and through the mail.&nbsp; Tiny children's fingers had wrapped around the grip with white-knuckle tightness back then.&nbsp; A few years later, she'd been the one pinning a man down with the haft of her axe as she passed the same knowledge down to a dirty young boy with a mop of blonde hair and his sister with one eye.<br><br>"Where do you get the steel for your craft?" she asked idly, wondering if there were mines along the edges of the valley or if the blacksmith was reliant on the road her party had trekked down for materials.&nbsp; She slid the coin across the desk and the knife found a home on her belt.<br><br>She didn't stop at one blade though.&nbsp; She bought a brace of three smaller knives as well, winding the sheathes in a bandolier over her chest.&nbsp; She was no ranged specialist, but there was always the risk of creatures menacing her from beyond the reach of her axe.&nbsp; She had to be flexible if she was going to survive this place ... if she was going to protect Yulia.<br><br>Once her business with the blacksmith was done, it didn't take her long to find the apothecary.&nbsp; She looked at the poulstices and herbal ointments on display with a careful eye, before she'd ever been trusted to a battlefield the camp had made use of her by teaching her to bind wounds and maintain arms and armor after all, but she sighed as she considered the coin in her purse.&nbsp; She settled for some rolls of clean bandages for the moment, and good tough thread to make sutures from if necessary.&nbsp; She tucked them into an empty pocket along the side of her backpack, where she knew she'd be able to get to them quickly if necessary.<br><br>The shopping done, Seras began to trek back towards the Inn to check on Yulia.&nbsp; It was one of the few private places the party had access to for the time being.&nbsp; Where else was the witch likely to be making her preparations for the day?<br><br><em><strong>-2 Coins for a Dagger (hand, 1 weight)<br>-3 Coins for Throwing Knife x3 (thrown, near, 0 weight)<br>-5 Coins for Bandages (3 uses, slow, 0 weight)<br><br>12 coins remain</strong></em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZincStandard</strong> on <strong>13-11-2018, 21:00:06</strong>
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				<strong>Yulia of Pendle</strong><br>The <del>Wizard</del> Witch - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP:</strong> 16/16<br><strong>XP:</strong> 0/8<br><strong>Conditions:</strong> None<br><hr>It was always a relief to have a proper room at an inn; too often, Yulia had had to make do with a spot on the floor by the hearth, surrounded by the snoring of her fellow penniless drifters.&nbsp; Not that such close arrangements didn't present their own opportunities, if the right person was present, but such fun could just as often turn out to be more trouble than it was worth, if someone else complained.&nbsp; Considering how the snoring of other caravaners tended to keep her up, Yulia supposed she couldn't begrudge such objections--after all, she wasn't in the habit of being quiet.<br><br>No, a private room was the best thing for all concerned.&nbsp; If nothing else, it allowed Yulia some peace and quiet when she needed to get in the right state for her craft.<br><br>She was sitting cross-legged in the center of her bed when the knock on the door came, a familiar heavy, leatherbound book spread open in front of her.&nbsp; "Come in," Yulia answered, not looking up from her page--the pattern of taps told her it was one of the group.&nbsp; While she still didn't look up as the door opened, she recognized the footfalls as Seras'.&nbsp; As she preferred to be when possible while readying her spells, she was naked, her dress tossed over the back of the chair by her bed; she'd always found her focus much freer without such distractions as fabric against her body.&nbsp; Mouth moving silently, she slowly turned over the page, one finger hovering over a particular line on the next, written in a language few outside Icaria had ever heard spoken aloud.&nbsp; "Find everything?" she asked aloud at a pause, still not looking up.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Not meaning any pressure for intimacy in this scene--Yulia's state is just a fluff detail.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>14-11-2018, 06:55:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/mZvk2aM.jpg?1)</div><strong>Vafi Cieleclat</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=295283.msg14473137#msg14473137)<br>Human Paladin - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 22 / 22<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 0 / 8<br><strong>Conditions</strong>: None<hr><br>While Vafi greatly enjoyed how Gerald avoided staring directly at her she wasn't too comfortable with being stared at the lewd way Isma did, which unless directly confronted it was the way most of the people used to look at her. But who could blame them, the paladin's body seemed to have been sculpted by the gods with the sole purpose of making love and her choice of attire didn't leave much to the imagination, still no matter how many eyes, or hands, she drew towards her that was how she felt more comfortable.<br><br>She couldn't be directly confronting everyone though so that was another reason why she asked Gerald to get a place for them but that was the least of Vafi's worries right. Isma's insolence and disrespect had gone way too far and not just but now she dared to further mock her making inappropriate comments about the size and tenderness of her sensitive breasts and nipples which if stared closely could be seen through the fabric of her shirt. "Stop it! I shall not allow you continue speaking like that about me and my virginity.... err I mean I am not... I ... err..." whatever scolding the paladin was about to give to her her molester suddenly lost every strength that was left in it, her words lost severity and conviction and her face blushed even more. "I will teach you a lesson for this and force you to crawl on your fours all the way to the main square before I spank you and expose that mischievous cunt of yours to the whole town... Hey!, don't you dare to ignore me you Fool", but on the meantime they had already arrived to their destination and Isma had began to investigate the surroundings, although still keeping an eye on Vafi's skin tight dressed figure which seemed more than enough to disconcert her.<br><br>But Vafi couldn't just let her companion do all the work nor insist on bringing her down to her fours to properly punish her, "Tsk", she just exclaimed and doing just as suggested she went the opposing way and turning her back on Isma she bent over to begin searching for any clues on the soil.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2018-11-13 23:49:26, Vafi (uid: 58724) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=126484)<br>Guess Vafi wont even notice Isma's predatory eyes looking at her shapely ass.<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>14-11-2018, 10:07:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/gNwY8ZO.jpg)</div><strong>Seras Goreev</strong> <br>Human Fighter - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 25 / 25<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 0 / 8<br><strong>Conditions</strong>:&nbsp; None<hr>Hearing Yulia's voice grant her entry, Seras drew the door open, slipping into the room without fully opening the door.&nbsp; After the time they'd spent together, the Warsworn had long ago grown accustomed to the hedge witch's habits, she knew what sight would greet her once she entered the room, and she shut out the curious gazes of any patrons before they could see anything passed the mailed warrior.<br><br>Familiar or not, however, Seras lingered in the entrance once the door was closed.&nbsp; Short as she was, she was roughly eye level with the seated Yulia, though that wasn't where the warrior was looking.&nbsp; Her gray eyes trailed along the graceful curve where her neck met her shoulder, roaming over the exposed expanse of her generous bosom, and further down to the way her waist tapered down before her full hips guided her eyes to trace over the long legs that had been tucked under her.&nbsp; The light shining in through the window lit her wild blonde tresses up like gold.&nbsp; She idly watched as soft, kissable lips silently sounded out words of arcane power, her eyes clear and focused on the runes scrawled in that battered old tome.&nbsp; Since the two of them had started travelling together, how many times had Seras seen this same scene, the setting constantly shifting but the actor so often the same?&nbsp; Still, like the sunrise in the morning, she didn't take it for granted, she watched each performance, noting the tiny permutations.&nbsp; The way the light fell, if she licked her lips frequently on a given morning, whether she traced her place with a finger tip or simply moved a bookmark down ... there were signs to be marked as to her mood, if you had a mind to learn them.<br><br>"Yes." she answered the question simply, pushing away from the door now that her presence had been acknowledged.&nbsp; "I was prepared to be disappointed; this far out on the frontier smiths tend to be more practiced at horse shoes and nails than arms.&nbsp; The mage was right though, the woman knows her business."&nbsp; Seras watched Yulia as she mentioned Gerald, trying to get a better read of how she felt about the fact that the group would be trucking with an accredited wizard.&nbsp; She'd played flirty at the group meeting before, but that didn't necessarily mean anything.&nbsp; It smelled like a power play to her, taking the dominant position from someone who'd tried to undercut her by tipping them out of their comfort zone.<br><br>Seras walked along the parameter of the room.&nbsp; Her footfalls weren't light exactly, thirty pounds of armor kept her from being truly unobtrusive, but she moved steadily and distributed her weight to keep from stomping on the raised wooden floorboards.&nbsp; The bed shifted, lifting Yulia up a bit as Seras's weight settled down on the bed behind her.&nbsp; She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, cool steel pressing against the witch's back as Seras leaned back against her.&nbsp; Small, incidental contact, but a sign that she was shifting out of 'professional' gear.&nbsp; Yulia tended to see Seras with her guard down more than most, a subtle indicator that she'd stopped regarding her as an outsider or simply a client.&nbsp; When a hand reached back, grasping for one of hers, it was warm and small, the gauntlet having been pulled off.<br><br>"The coin's getting low though."&nbsp; she let that breath out in a sigh, shaking her head.&nbsp; She tilted her head back to bump the back of hers, "Is the preparation going well?&nbsp; I was worried that whatever was affecting this land would interfere with your channeling."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blank</strong> on <strong>17-11-2018, 00:47:03</strong>
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				Gerald raised a silver pretty brow.&nbsp; "Uncomfortably pretty?" Taking offense with the wrong part of Isma's barbed words.&nbsp; "I'm not uncomfortably pretty!" He said, flipping his hair, a cascade of silver down onto his shoulders.<br><br>"Yes... I recognize my prejudices to the highest degree.&nbsp; I have yet to even work with you all yet, I shouldn't be quick to judge."&nbsp; He wasn't sure he did, but Gerald now felt incentivized to figure it out.&nbsp; A deflated look was cast to Yulia.&nbsp; He REALLY didn't want to work with her. If he had further grievances, he kept his mouth shut.<br><br>Embarrassed, he looked away when Isma groped the beautiful woman he was blushing from.&nbsp; "Is that necessary, fool?"<br><br>Looking to Seras with a tired look to his eyes.&nbsp; "R-right... I'll be on my way then.&nbsp; I'll meet you all at the Bar Guest later with what I found." &nbsp;He smiled and waved his good by to Vafi and nodded to the rest of the group.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Seras with the Blacksmith</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://gematsu.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/04/Ys-VIII_04-21-16_001.jpg)</div>The blacksmith was a small, humble place.&nbsp; Thatched roof, stone furnace, open one side to the street with a display of metal worked wares.&nbsp; It smelled of iron and smoke.&nbsp; The heat on the inside could felt pouring out into the cold air like hot wind in summer.&nbsp; Pounding on the metals within was a tall brunette woman in her late twenties.&nbsp; Green eyes focused on her work.&nbsp; Hearing the clink of mail caused her glance up, wiping the sweat away from her soot covered face.<br><br>Intrigue and delight danced in her green eyes as she measured Seras.&nbsp; "A moment please, I'll be right with ya!"&nbsp; She called, voice deep and hearty.&nbsp; A few more strikes on the start of a plow, then she lifted the glowing red metal from the anvil to drop into a trough of water.<br><br>Dragging off the heavy gloves, she walked to the store front to grin down at the tiny fighter.<br><br>"Welcome adventurer, what can I do ya for?" She rumbled with delight.&nbsp; The smith didn't hide her eyes admiring Seras' armor and axe.&nbsp; "Fine axe you have there, it's seen some love."<br><br>The smith was happy to sell the small warrior her blades, though she didn't have many in stock.&nbsp; She explained there was a rise in demand for a means to defend one's self, what with the spookiness in the valley.<br><br>In response to the question of the steel, her brown brows rise. "Interesting question.&nbsp; We actually have a deal with a local goblin tribe.&nbsp; They mine us some iron ore in exchange for food and odd trinkets.&nbsp; Odd bunch they are.&nbsp; I feel like we exploit them, but when we offered something more on par with the value of the ore, they had no interest.&nbsp; They love fire though, and anything involving fire.&nbsp; They even handle the blast furnace to carbonize the steel."&nbsp; She said, crossing her arms and pushing her breasts up.&nbsp; "Though we haven't been able to get in touch with them lately.&nbsp; Our supply is running low, I might have to start putting in orders with merchants."<br><br>She spat and sneered at the thought. "It'll cut into margins, I'll have to cut back to only one ale a night."<br><br>Before Seras leaves, the blacksmith stops her for a moment.&nbsp; "Hey, if you want, you can leave your axe here for a day.&nbsp; I'd be happy to give her a little love to help with splitting skulls."<br><br><strong>If the axe is left with the blacksmith, after a day Seras will get a +1 forward to the next Hack and Slash with her axe.</strong><br><br><hr><br><strong>Seras with the Apothicary</strong><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/01/c7/34/01c7341ee910af33877fa02a083890ab.jpg)</div> The apothecary's shop was quiet, organized, and organic.&nbsp; The quiet dust filled room let in the orange light to barely illuminate the space.&nbsp; The shop owner seemed to love terrariums as they hung from ropes and twine from the ceiling and sat in shelves and nooks in the shop.&nbsp; Different clippings of plants clearly not native to the valley sit in their little designed environments with rocks, crystals, and sometimes even insects.<br><br>Behind the counter was a slender man with fair skin, his nose was buried in a book.&nbsp; His olive eyes peek up from the book to his guest, watching her shop about.&nbsp; When asking for bandages he sets down the book and fishes out from a drawer bandages, a suture needle, and thread.<br><br>"Bandages and salves,<br>But coin can't buy health or love,<br>That must be found."<br><br>The beautiful man paused, looking his fingers counting five, then seven, then four.&nbsp; Looking back up, he smiled.<br><br>"Here." He said, completing the poem and offering the goods to Seras in exchange for the coin.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Isma's search</strong><br><br>Looking back, Isma didn't see Vafi, or even the rest of the graveyard.&nbsp; There was only fog and silence.&nbsp; The sole grave next to her dominated her periferal vision.<br><br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">"Slayer."</span> A whisper in the air.<br><br>There is writing on the stone lid of the coffin. Names.&nbsp; Her parent's names. The names of her siblings.&nbsp; People's names that weren't familiar.&nbsp; Some that were.&nbsp; They all had something in common: they were dead and Isma knew how they died.<br><br>The humid air grew colder, the fog started to ice over the grass and <br><br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">"Come to me."</span> The voice groaned again, this time it came from behind her.<br><br>Towering above her was a specter garbed in a tatterd cloak with its hood drawn.&nbsp; Red glowing eyes stared down at her from the darkness of the cowl.<br><br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">"I will make you whole."</span> Said the wraith.&nbsp; It's maw opened wide revealing long, narrow teeth.&nbsp; The dark creature's jaw yawned unnaturally wide before snapping shut on Isma's head.<br><br>The vision gone, she was returned to the graveyard she knew.&nbsp; Looking back to the grave, it instead said "Here lives Woofy.&nbsp; Died of loneliness after his mate was killed."<br><br><hr><br><strong>Vafi's Search</strong><br><br>Rattled by her interaction with Isma, it takes some time to find something.&nbsp; Behind one of the tombstones, concealed by brush, she would find a cleared patch of earth.&nbsp; It would be hard to say how soon it was cleared, but at least within the last few weeks and very intentionally meant to be hidden.<br><br>On the cleared dirt looked to be some unholy arcane symbol etched into the earth and filled with a strange ichor. Though lacking arcane knowledge, the paladin would know that it was some kind of conjuring circle of the dark arts.<br><br>It gives her the heeby jeebies being near it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>17-11-2018, 16:21:33</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/dgrj9Ci.jpg?1)</div><strong>Isma The Fool</strong> <br>The Slayer - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 23 / 23<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 1 / 8<br><strong>Thirst</strong>:&nbsp; 1 <br><strong>Conditions</strong>: confused (-1 WIS)<hr><br>While the threats of animal play and public humiliation would have provided excellent material for a snarky rebuttal, in her current state Vafi's threats mostly fell upon deaf ears. As she staggered away from the repressed paladin, Isma soon found herself all alone, a thick hedge of fog clouding around her body...or at least her mind...<br><br>"Ominous voice..." Isma condescendingly whispered back, "See? I can do that too....asshole..." she muttered, legs shaky as she spun around to see the coffin, a grand reminder of all the amazing times in her life...some not so much...though while there was tinge of melancholy at a few of the names etched into the lucid stone, mostly they just made her feel hungry, reminding her of all the great meals she had enjoyed...and reminding her again of just how thirsty she was right now...<br><br>"If this is meant to haunt me phantom then I'm afraid you're wasting your time..." she growled, spinning around to face the towering figure. Even though she appeared to be alone, in truth she was obviously still in the graveyard not far from Vafi, the paladin able to clearly hear the strange, one sided conversation the fool was having, "You can't scare me, you can't flood me with remorse, and you certainly can't threaten me with a good time...because no matter how many times we do dance this waltz...I'll always keep a <em>smile</em> on my face..." she cooed, tracing her fingers out along her smiling visage. <br><br>Suddenly a hand would slip down into her cloak, fingers coiling around something, "In fact, why don't I put a smile on that ugly face of yours!?" she growled, producing a war axe from under the cape and taking a desperate swing at the creature, just as it snapped down to pop her skull like a cherry. However neither blow would actually connect, the vision fading in the blink of an eye, and Isma left swinging her axe at literally nothing, throwing herself off balance and sending herself tumbling to the ground, "Uggh...I need a drink..." she groaned.<br><br>"Hey! Fat Tits! You find anything yet?" Isma called out, shaking her head and slowly lifting herself off the ground. Even though the phantom's bite had been a mere trick of the light, her head still throbbed as if it had been crushed in it's mighty jaws...or maybe she was just hung over...bracing against the coffin for leverage she slowly pulled herself back to her feet, eventually bringing herself eye to eye with the strange inscription, "Woolfy huh?...well sorry about your mate, mate...." she giggled, far more than the joke warranted honestly, suddenly bracing her hands against the coffin lid, "well it's probably just a dog attacking people...so why not just a zombie dog?" she mused, digging her heels into the ground and attempting to throw the lid open. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>17-11-2018, 19:51:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/mZvk2aM.jpg?1)</div><strong>Vafi Cieleclat</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=295283.msg14473137#msg14473137)<br>Human Paladin - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 22 / 22<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 1 / 8<br><strong>Conditions</strong>: None<hr><br>Partially bent and at a slow pace Vafi progressed forward making an effort to dismiss what had just happened and to concentrate on her search now instead, although she was still feeling aggrieved and thirsty for retribution. She couldn't care less at first at what her companion was saying but she couldn't ignore Isma's grumbles for too long as they became louder and clearer by the second. What could have possibly happened to Isma to be in such state, this was not the first time Vafi had seen or heard her behave in that way. The paladin could only imagine what kind of horrors from the past would haunt the poor girl to cause her to be in such state and Vafi wanted to help her soul overcome it. So far she had not had the chance to help though and this would be no exception, something very disturbing caught Vafi's attention right then.<br><br>It was concealed in an unnatural way so Vafi immediately discarded the possibility of a burial and instead her first thought was that it could have been the opposite, someone (or something) trying to excavate the remains of whoever that tombstone belonged to, but stepping closer an unnerving chilling crawled up her spine as she saw it. She couldn't fully identify it but she knew she still recognized the unholy summoning symbol traced on the ground, "This is not good, someone has been performing forbidden arts with the corpses and unleashed evil into this world, this dog or whatever creature they speak about is result of that. May Ciele's blessing protect us now."<br><br>The comment about the paladin overflowing jugs fell on deaf ears yet Vafi instantly turned to go to her companion's encounter when she just what she was attempting, a zombie dog?, had Isma found something else? If that was so then what she was doing was far too dangerous and had to be stopped. "What do think you are doing foolish girl?" she cried out and without a second thought Vafi then rushed and hurled herself over the fool, tackling her in a desperate attempt to prevent her from opening that coffin. If Isma resisted Vafi would then have to pin her down under herself to explain her what she had just found. "Now stay still and listen", if Isma tried to talk back she would resort to muffle the fool's mouth with her massive breasts while grabbing her wrists before continuing, "... this is no ordinary zombie dog, a foul rite has been conducted here. Do not take this whole situation lightly, do not take ME lightly!" Vafi would still blush at her own actions but unlike before she didn't seem ashamed at all by them.
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				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>18-11-2018, 01:01:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/dgrj9Ci.jpg?1)</div><strong>Isma The Fool</strong> <br>The Slayer - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 23 / 23<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 1 / 8<br><strong>Thirst</strong>:&nbsp; 1 <br><strong>Conditions</strong>: confused (-1 WIS)<hr><br>Isma gave a small groan as she continued prying at the lid of the coffin while Vafi gave her rather ominous report, "Hurmph...that's a rather bold assumption to come to after staring at the dirt for a few seconds" Isma muttered, not sure it was really smart to leap to such grand conclusions on a very small amount of evidence. <br><br>Though speaking of leaping, Vafi happened to do so with great form...right at Isma herself, "Oof! What the bloody-...?" the fool grunted as Vafi suddenly threw herself on top of her like a bitch in heat, pinning her down on the coffin as if it were their marital bed, "Oi! That's foolish <em>woman</em> to you little-mmmpfh" &nbsp;Isma started to protest, only for the paladin to use those dangerous weapons of hers to muffle her. Suddenly soft tit flesh came seeping through the holes of her mask, literally blinding her with her milky jugs. Isma would struggle for a moment, but went still as the girl tried to chide her and assert her dominance. <br><br>However the sudden submission was but a ruse. Having taken a moment to adjust her footing, Isma would take the paladin by surprise as she pushed her hands back. Despite appearing a mere fool, it turned out her strength was actually superior to the warrior woman's, Isma showing off her own physical prowess as she lifted both herself and Vafi up off the coffin, and then roughly slammed the girl down into the grass, dropping down with her so she could be the one to pin her down this time, "Oh I'm not taking you lightly my sweet little cunt-tease, in fact you're quite heavy..." she cooed, her smiling mask glaring down at her, the eye and mouth holes always pitch black and unreadable no matter how much light seemed to shine on them, "honestly I was just talking out my ass about the zombie dog bit. We still don't actually know what we're dealing with, or if we're even on the right track. So don't go jumping to conclusions, and certainly don't go jumping <em>me</em>!" she chided, letting out a chuckle as she brought her knee up between Vafi's thighs, pressing it to her crotch and keeping her from closing her legs all the way, "Unless of course this was just a thinly veiled excuse to jump my bones, hmmm? What do you say? I wouldn't mind a quick roll through the grass while we wait for the others to catch up..." she cooed, one hand caressing her silken hair while the other reached down to roughly group one of the girl's breasts, "didn't you mention something about parading me around on all fours and exposing my cunt? I wonder what the others would think if they found you in that position when they arrive..." she whispered in the paladin's ear, leaning in so close that the ridge of Vafi's ear would disappear into the mouth of Isma's mask, and a moment later she would feel a light nip at her ear lobe, the fool's breath hot and heavy against her porcelain skin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>19-11-2018, 00:59:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/gNwY8ZO.jpg)</div><strong>Seras Goreev</strong> <br>Human Fighter - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 25 / 25<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 0 / 8<br><strong>Conditions</strong>:&nbsp; None<hr><br><div class="floatleft"><strong><em>Blacksmith</em></strong></div><hr><br>"It's seen more work." Seras said with a bit of a smile, setting it on the counter for the smith to examine since she seemed to have an interest, "I took it from the thane of a barrow lord back when I was just a Second.&nbsp; Even in final death he didn't want to give it up, so I had to break his fingers."<br><br>"Goblin iron, huh?" Seras responded, seeming a little dubious as she examined the knife again, gripping the tip between her fingers and checking how much flex the blade had to it.&nbsp; She frowned a little bit, but the blade met all of her standards.&nbsp; "Hmn.&nbsp; I'll mention the mines to the group, we can at least find out what's stalling production."<br><br>Of course, what Seras was <em>really</em> worried about was where that iron was going now.&nbsp; If the Hellknight was gathering an army, he'd need to supply it.&nbsp; Goblins with a high tolerance for heat might appeal to him as foot soldiers as well ... man power and a source from which to equip them.&nbsp; It was only conjecture on her part, but she wanted to confirm it one way or the other.<br><br>"Thank you, but no." Seras said, holding out her hand and taking the axe back, "This guy and I have a lot of work to do.&nbsp; I should probably keep him close."<br><br><div class="floatleft"><strong><em>Apothecary</em></strong></div><hr><br>Seras chewed the inside of her cheek and considered the ceiling for a moment after receiving the bandages.&nbsp; The fingers on her left hand rose and fell as though she we counting up something up in her head.&nbsp; Finally, she bowed her head in thanks and smiled as she straightened up again.<br><br>"One must have insurance when out kicking butts<br>But this acolyte prefers rhyming couplets."<br><br>She tilted her head to the side a bit and waved, seeming pleased with herself before she headed out for the street again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>21-11-2018, 07:04:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/mZvk2aM.jpg?1)</div><strong>Vafi Cieleclat</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=295283.msg14473137#msg14473137)<br>Human Paladin - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 22 / 22<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 1 / 8<br><strong>Conditions</strong>: None<hr><br>There was of grin in the pristine face of the paladin, the corner of her cherry colored lips slightly raising with the illusion of feeling superior in every way to this woman that was pinned under her plump breasts. She was of course just doing this to show her a lesson and put her in the place she belonged, just below her, although no one said she couldn't get used to this.<br><br>But the gratifying and rewarding feeling didn't last for long, as much as she was enjoying squashing Isma's face into submission so she could lecture the fool about what she should not be doing the paladin soon found her strength being matched and even surpassed. In an instant she found herself lifted up and then slammed into the ground where she would be now held instead. "What the... oomph!" Vafi found herself shocked then, partially by the move made on her but much more by how she was called heavy by her companion. Nobody had ever dared to call her that way before and for a moment she questioned those words, she was quite athletic yet still somewhat slim something that was easy to notice with how little her outfit left to the imagination but then she noticed despise the mask that covered Isma's face. The way her head pointed to made it clear that this woman was still shamelessly staring at her jiggling breasts. "W-what are you implying?", of course she got no answer to those words, not immediately of course, and instead she got an explanation of the rhetorics Isma had just expressed with, "Well excuse me for taking that literally but this is no moment to be fooling around, I just couldn't let you open... my legs!, aahhh! What are y'... mmmh... ahh"<br><br>Isma's knee didn't stop after spreading the paladin's legs wide open but began molesting her pussy bringing back the aggrieved feeling she had been feeling towards the fool until a moment ago, how dared she. On top on that she now dared to move closer to her ear, ahh! It was then when she got the answer for what had she just asked a few moment ago, not with words though but in the form of a caressing hand that lost no time to begin grabbing and groping her heavy jugs. Vafi's face looked deliciously aroused but it didn't take long to react and instantly took advantage of this chance to headlock the ear biting fool's head between her armpit and her, as they had just been called, heavy breasts. "I did said so yes and I swear I will but I also warned you I would spank you as well, don't forget about it"... SLAP!!!, and while still mashing Isma's face against her plentiful bosom she proceed to spank her repeatedly. If Isma's knee was still in the paladin's crotch then the fool would be holding her ass high up as Vafi spanked her, of course that would make the paladin lewd moaning continue but at the same time it would also make her increase the intensity of the loud slaps the was imparting.<br><br>"They will just see me disciplining a disrespectful bitch" she just added as she continued.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZincStandard</strong> on <strong>22-11-2018, 01:48:05</strong>
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				<strong>Yulia of Pendle</strong><br>The <del>Wizard</del> Witch - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP:</strong> 16/16<br><strong>XP:</strong> 0/8<br><strong>Conditions:</strong> None<br><hr>The cool metal on her bare skin made Yulia shiver, but she didn't flinch from it, leaning back against Seras with a sigh.&nbsp; "Haven't had any problems.&nbsp; There's not much real magic to this part, anyway."&nbsp; It wasn't untrue as much as it was so far off the mark as to mean nothing, but for someone with no training in the art, like Seras, it was enough to get by.&nbsp; "Anyway, I was just finishing up."&nbsp; With no small regret that they couldn't both stay and get comfortable, she closed her book and left the bed behind, retrieving her dress.&nbsp; "As far as his wizardly shininess Gerald goes," she said as she threw the garment on over her head with no smallclothes, "I'll be counting on you to slap me if I start running my mouth too much.&nbsp; Last thing either of us needs is witch hunters hounding us back to the capital if he gets any ideas."&nbsp; It wasn't hard for Seras to recognize the admission of possible fault on her part as something almost unheard-of from the witch.<br><br>Dressed as ever, Yulia slung a sturdy, well-worn satchel over her shoulder, packed with a few select tools--nine tenths of the craft was having the foresight to have the right thing in one's pockets at need.&nbsp; "Shall we go see if the fool and the jangly one have fallen into any open graves?"<br><br><hr><br>When Yulia was a girl, the other children had loved to play at scaring each other with stories of things climbing up out of graveyards to feed on the flesh of the living.&nbsp; Even then, Yulia had never understood what about cemeteries was supposed to be so unsettling.&nbsp; The dead might not have been as pretty as the living, but at least they never cursed at her or chased her or beat her.&nbsp; Still, she kept her ears well open as she and Seras headed up the hill, careful not to outpace the shorter-legged warsworn.&nbsp; Even if the most likely explanation for the village's graveyard spooks were simply wild animals, or perhaps an especially desperate and foolish grave robber, it was hardly wise to be caught unawares by suchlike.<br><br>The sound of repeated open-handed slapping and grunts of angry exertion were the last things she expected to hear.<br><br>She gave Seras a sidelong glance as they approached the hilltop, rolling her eyes.&nbsp; The sight that met them among the headstones reminded her of her childhood in ways she'd rather have avoided.&nbsp; "You know, if you two only came up here to fuck, you could've told us.&nbsp; We might've taken some time of our own before joining you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>22-11-2018, 09:34:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/gNwY8ZO.jpg)</div><strong>Seras Goreev</strong> <br>Human Fighter - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 25 / 25<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 0 / 8<br><strong>Conditions</strong>:&nbsp; None<hr>Seras strode alongside Yulia through the town, balancing the haft of her axe across her shoulders and letting her wrists drape over it to hold it in place rather than holding it in a firm grip.&nbsp; Her eyes casually scanned the side alleys and roof tops as they made their way through the streets of Ovesgar, looking for signs of thieves, spies, or assassins in her own casual way.&nbsp; She'd see men slow their pace a bit when Yulia came into view, hoping to watch the way her gait made her body roll and shift a little longer than their route would normally allow ... but then, that was something she was used to.&nbsp; The children peeking out from over the fences were a little more strange, but she supposed they were curious about the adventurer's in their midsts.&nbsp; She also noticed a few people quicken their steps or cross the paved street to keep their distance from the pair, wanting no part of the kind of trouble a witch and a warsworn were likely to drag behind them.<br><br>The graveyard wasn't exactly what she'd expected.&nbsp; There was no wall around it for one thing, no holy wards or talisma either from what she could see.&nbsp; Stacks of stones or wooden planks hammered into the earth served as headstones for most of them, each grave laid out haphazardly with no neat little lanes for mourners to trek down.&nbsp; Here and there, someone would have a proper headstone, likely evidence that they'd had enough money for a proper funeral ... but she saw no mausoleums; no sign of esteemed families who'd been in the town for generations and sought to gift their ancestors with greater dignity than the plowhands and wastrels of the town.<br><br>Of course, the lack of wall meant that as she came around the back of the hill, it didn't take her long at all to catch sight of two of her companions struggling in the moss and gravedirt.&nbsp; Of course, she'd heard their squabbling even earlier than that, but to think it had gotten this far this quickly...<br><br>Seras sighed, bowing her head and shaking it sadly as Yulia glanced at her.&nbsp; When Yulia called out though, she looked up at her with a quirked eyebrow.&nbsp; Apparently <em>she</em> hadn't realized that possibility had been on the table, but she kept her mouth closed, chosing instead to focus on the other "good pair" or their quartet.<br><br>"You children sure seem carefree." she said, slapping the back end of her axe haft to spin it up and off of her shoulder, rolling it around her wrist before planting the butt against the ground, "I hope that means you've found something good.&nbsp; I'd hate to think you've just been horsing around the graves of our employers' hallowed dead this whole time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>22-11-2018, 17:17:07</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/dgrj9Ci.jpg?1)</div><strong>Isma The Fool</strong> <br>The Slayer - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 23 / 23<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 1 / 8<br><strong>Thirst</strong>:&nbsp; 1 <br><strong>Conditions</strong>: confused (-1 WIS)<hr><br>Isma's body would tense after the meaty slap to her bottom, which in it's exposed position revealed to be quite shapely, especially in the thin tights the knave wore. Vafi would hear a brief, breathy shudder flush warmly against her skin, the fool apparently not as unshakable as she liked to appear. Though not long after the first impact, Isma's shuddered gasps would turn to mocking giggles, "heheheheh...you're a kinky one aren't you? I like it" she cooed, bringing her own hand down to slap the paladin's tits, making them ripple and jiggle against each other. While she was still locked in Vafi's hold, the fool was determined to get some level of purchase. Still reeling from each crouch moistening blow against her already red-clad behind, Isma would hook her arms under Vafi's knees and with a deep grunt of effort would pull the girl's legs up over her shoulders. From this position she was able to practically fold Vafi in half beneath her, capturing her in a mating press position that she sadly lacked the equipment to properly take advantage of, but gods if she didn't wish she had right now, this puritanical bitch could use a good pounding for all this hassle, "I'd suggest you tell your God to close their eyes, you probably don't want them to see all the things I'm gonna do to you..." she groaned, grabbing the breast closest to her face and squishing it down just enough that she could wedge the paladin's nipple into the mouth of her mask, allowing the faceless fool to start slurping hungrily at the tasty, sensitive bud. At the same time her other hand was furiously pawing at the waist of Vafi's trousers, managing to worm her fingers inside and start grinding them along her glistening folds.<br><br>However before she could actually slip those treacherous digits inside the paladin's pot of gold and enjoy both her milk and her honey, their loosely knit companions made their presence known, "hello friends! how nice of you to finally join us" Isma cooed, the paladin's nipple slipping from her mouth as she spoke, though she would quickly hunt it back down for another quick nip before speaking again, "sorry, I wasn't planning on giving her a good shagging so soon, but she literally threw herself at me, said something about wanting to be paraded around on all fours. Honestly the clergy's just flooded with these lusty fuckers lately aren't they?" she cooed, and with a grunt managed to pry herself away from Vafi, skipping back a few steps in case the girl tried to pursue, "and hey there little missy" she cooed, wagging her finger at Seras, a finger that just happened to be dripping with Vafi's juices, "There's no horseplay at work here. Everyone knows that a grave needs to be christened with a few good fuckings to properly ward it from evil. After all what better way to counteract all the death, than with a ritual imitating the creation of life? Helps clear out all the bad juju" she explained, either citing some very obscure belief system or just pulling stuff right out of her considerably sore ass, "or something like that" she added with a shrug, casually dipping her gloved fingers into the mouth of her mask and making a show of licking them clean of Vafi's juices, while leering directly at the paladin. <br><br>"Though since you asked, yes we did find something" she cooed, pointing over to where Vafi had been investigating, "I didn't get to see it yet, what with the bone jumping and all, but apparently Vafi found something over there, apparently ominous enough to lead her to believe there's some dark rituals at work. Meanwhile I found this coffin that appears to be for a dog...so, you know, suspicious graveyard, reports of beasts, conspicuously ornate gravesite that happens to be for an animal...nothing rock solid but it seemed to line up pretty well...." &nbsp;she said, slumping back over to the coffin, "I was actually just about to investigate it before this little strumpet threw herself in my arms and begged me to butter her cream...whatever that means...." she cooed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>22-11-2018, 20:12:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/mZvk2aM.jpg?1)</div><strong>Vafi Cieleclat</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=295283.msg14473137#msg14473137)<br>Human Paladin - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 22 / 22<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 1 / 8<br><strong>Conditions</strong>: None<hr><br>Isma's words failed to get the paladin this time, although not her hands which easily would be able to grab, knead, squeeze and slap the plump fleshy pair. "Gyahh, I said I will discipline you and I will", but no matter how hard her breasts would be clasped or slapped Vafi was decided not to stop at all costs. She had already been molested and humiliated so she was already blushing but far from that all this roughly handling of both her sensitive tits and puss had already turned her on as well no matter how much she refused to admit it and Isma would be clearly be able to notice it by how hard her nipples were getting through her shirt allowing Isma to easily suck or bite them, hopefully the mouth hole of the fool's mask would be big enough so the swollen tits button wouldn't get stuck in it. The same mask that prevented Isma from being suffocated against the silk soft skin that she was being pressed so hard to.<br><br>"I am not a kinky one but I said I would expose that mischievous cunt of yours and I will, you hear me" after repeated butt spanking Isma would feel how the paladin's hand began to crawl on her behind, it was from being graceful, desperate one could even say, as it began rubbing and grabbing the fool one's butt. Soon the holy hand would move forward and reach Isma's pussy as well where clumsy fingers toyed around with the wrestling woman's sex, spreading her open as if she wanted to pierce her womanhood already with innocent eagerness. But the crawling wouldn't stop and where one finger and then another tried to intrude deep between Isma's lower lips another naughty one went after her asshole. It took a while of dirty fondling but finally Vafi would be able to reach a place where she could pull the whore tights down as she had been menacing although it would be too late as her legs would then be grabbed and lifted up until reaching her own shoulders.<br><br>The position she was being held now prevented the paladin from moving her hand in the necessary direction to expose the fool's naked ass and cunt but it didn't prevent her from resisting or fighting back and the only thing she could now think of was clasping this woman's head between her powerful shapely legs. Then she would be able to twist her whole body, bring her down and sit on her face crushing it against the floor albeit with her now wet pussy fully at Isma's mercy. Isma wouldn't be able to speak at if it wasn't for the mask she was wearing which had proved to be quite useful this whole fight and it would be that how she greeted their just arrived companions.<br><br>Vafi immediately froze of embarrassment when she noticed Yulia and Seras were staring and did not managed to speak or to move for a moment allowing Isma's tongue and fingers to do with her whatever she wished to before easily stepping away only to then say whatever version she pleased of what had just been going on between them. Vafi knew she was stuck with this woman and knew she had to protect her and to rely on her for this mission but at the same time she almost felt like hating her, all those feeling entwined together as she now was being held at the very edge of a forced orgasm in front of the rest of her teammates. Things were not like Isma said, she did not wanted to be paraded on all fours but wanted to do that to Isma, she had not come here just to fuck although she would have love to be given a more time to settle things up, she was not trying to seduce Isma in such a shameless way nor not asking to get her cream buttered whatever that could mean and certainly she was not a horny bitch looking to get laid here to purify this burial ground or ward it from evil.<br><br>But even after the fool had already stood and moved towards the coffin Vafi still wouldn't be able to react or to stand on her own if nobody else helped her, all she did was nodding on what the fool said about what they each had found here on answer to Seras question although probably the other two would think she was nodding to everything else as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>28-11-2018, 07:31:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/gNwY8ZO.jpg)</div><strong>Seras Goreev</strong> <br>Human Fighter - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 25 / 25<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 0 / 8<br><strong>Conditions</strong>:&nbsp; None<hr>Seras pinched the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes a bit as Isma launched into her <em>particular</em> knowledge of ways to ward off the restless dead.&nbsp; Her shoulders rose as she took in a deep breath, and she hissed slightly as she let that same breath out in a low rush.<br><br>"Could you at <em>least</em> try to make your bullshit less transparent?&nbsp; I'm dangerously close to being insulted that you think I'd buy a line like that." she said, taking a step forward and lifting her axe back off of the turf as she held it to the side, shifting her grip so that she could use it if necessary.<br><br>"Identifying dark rituals better suits Yulia's talents, I'd think.&nbsp; Let's you and I check this grave you found." she said, striding forward.&nbsp; She didn't pay the headstone much attention though, her eyes were checking the soft earth, checking it for prints or signs that it had been disturbed.&nbsp; If Isma was right and this grave was the root of the town's invader, she wanted to confirm whether she was dealing with something corporeal or not.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Discern Realities</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2018-11-28 00:29:22, Seras (uid: 52581) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=126994)<br>Geeze, Mystery Inc. we are <em>not</em>.&nbsp; Not sure if the roll was actually needed, so I haven't added the XP yet.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZincStandard</strong> on <strong>28-11-2018, 21:28:26</strong>
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				<strong>Yulia of Pendle</strong><br>The <del>Wizard</del> Witch - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP:</strong> 16/16<br><strong>XP:</strong> 0/8<br><strong>Conditions:</strong> None<br><hr>"Now now, Seras, play nice," Yulia chided, though there wasn't much heart in it--Isma's kidding was hardly a surprise, but that made it no less exhausting.&nbsp; "The theory does make some sense...if you're inclined to assume there's any truth to some spook being behind all this.&nbsp; Big <em>if</em>, mind."<br><br>As the warsworn and the fool headed off, Yulia's eyes fell on Vafi, still apparently having trouble finding her feet.&nbsp; She almost considered lending a hand...almost.&nbsp; "If you plan on finishing up, love, I'd be quick about it," she said with a smirk, the frustration written all over Vafi's face making her lack of satisfaction painfully obvious.&nbsp; "We <em>do</em> have a job to do here."&nbsp; With that, and a swish of her skirt, she left the flustered paladin to her embarrassment, trying not to laugh on her way toward the supposed ritual site Isma had pointed out.<br><br>If whoever had traced the circle had wanted to cover their tracks, they'd done a bad job of it.&nbsp; Still, a chill ran up Yulia's spine at the sight.&nbsp; "Ah, hells..."&nbsp; She really had hoped this would all prove to be unfounded farmers' paranoia, but no such luck, it seemed.&nbsp; The setup may not have been elaborate, but it was no less obviously the work of a real practitioner, amateur or no.&nbsp; Careful not to disturb the circle, Yulia knelt, sniffing for anything lingering in the air.&nbsp; "What are you for...?"<br><br>She glanced over her shoulder, confirming that none of her companions were watching.&nbsp; Assured of privacy, she drew a steadying breath, licking at lips suddenly dry.&nbsp; The circle's design might not have been familiar to her, but the location, and the character of the markings, made it obvious that it wasn't intended for anything pleasant.&nbsp; Which made what she was about to do a likely dangerous prospect.&nbsp; Still, they weren't likely to get far without knowing just what had been done here.<br><br>With one hand bracing against the headstone, Yulia opened all three eyes.&nbsp; <em>Let's see what you've got...</em><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Moves</div><div class="spoiler_body">First, casting <em>detect magic</em>.<br><br>At 2018-11-28 14:22:26, ZincStandard (uid: 62913) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=127015)<br><br>Well, that's not great.&nbsp; I imagine opening one's third eye can have some pretty unpleasant consequences if it goes badly.<br><br>Anyway, also <strong><em>discerning realities</em></strong>, possibly with the added benefit of magical senses, to hopefully learn more about the circle's purpose.<br><br>At 2018-11-28 14:25:01, ZincStandard (uid: 62913) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=127016)<br><br>That's more like it 8-)&nbsp; I want to know what happened here recently, what I should be on the lookout for, and what here isn't what it appears to be.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>30-11-2018, 04:17:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/mZvk2aM.jpg?1)</div><strong>Vafi Cieleclat</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=295283.msg14473137#msg14473137)<br>Human Paladin - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 22 / 22<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 1 / 8<br><strong>Conditions</strong>: None<hr><br>Isma had left her behind already, Seras didn't help either (apparently she didn't pay much attention to her and Vafi was sort fo relieve by that), but Yulia did stare at her making it harder for Vafi to react and stand on her own. At this point some help would still be welcome, any help, even if it came from the witch, but the she made a sarcastic comment that far beyond of making her face fully red it also made the paladin wanting to bury herself under the dirt, something pretty ironic considering this a cemetery.<br><br>"I-I k-know, I'll catch up in a s-second." Could thing be any worse? If they had arrived when was atop the fool she wouldn't have minded having the girls watch how she got wet on Isma's mask but as thing had turned out now she felt now so dirty, a feeling that no shower would ever clean. The only way she had to recover her honor was putting the bitch on her place, unfortunately she couldn't just attempt that right now even if she could stand which she still couldn't.<br><br>I would take her some longer to be on her feet again just on time to see what her companions, and Isma, were currently doing and to check if they had discovered any new clue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>30-11-2018, 21:21:41</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/dgrj9Ci.jpg?1)</div><strong>Isma The Fool</strong> <br>The Slayer - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 23 / 23<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 1 / 8<br><strong>Thirst</strong>:&nbsp; 1 <br><strong>Conditions</strong>: confused (-1 WIS)<hr><br>The fool gave a chuckling start as their diminutive friend stepped forward with a not-so veiled threat, the masked jester leaping back up onto the coffin to avoid the warrior's short temper, "come now little one, no need for such brash vulgarity. After all waving off a potential truth as folly on mere audacity alone is the true mark of a fool..." she cooed, pacing to and fro across the stone lid of the coffin, "after all if I told people that the mightiest warrior I had ever met was a blue haired human girl the size of a dwarf who wielded an axe almost her equal in height, they'd be just as quick to call it bullshit as you are now....but would I be a liar...?" she cooed, a smug grin resting on her mask as she caught the tiny warrior in a "gotcha" scenario. After all, of the ladies present were unbelievable in some way, so who was anyone to discount anyone else's brand of strangeness? <br><br>"Indeed, I had meant to examine this spot already, before I was so rudely interrupted..." she mused, glancing over at the paladin who still laid in a pile of shame and her own juices. Fortunately she at least seemed to be stirring so she didn't have to worry about her too much, poor little prudish maiden, "Anyways, I already got the lid loose, so you push and I'll pull" she cooed, hanging herself over the side of the coffin, fingers hanging firm onto the lip of the lid, her feet planted against the stone box, "and a one, and a two, and a threeee!" she groaned, pulling with all her might, looking to yank the coffin open in one fell swoop. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Strength: At 2018-11-30 14:21:15, pdragon (uid: 57462) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=127065)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blank</strong> on <strong>03-12-2018, 06:06:54</strong>
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				<strong>Seras</strong><hr><br>Seras would see canine paw prints in patches of mud between the moss and weeds around the grave of Woofy.&nbsp; The tracks don't look more than a day old.&nbsp; Whatever this creature was, it was here recently.&nbsp; As she was inspecting the tracks, she would feel a puff of air next to her ankle before a biting pain.&nbsp; Something had sunk its teeth into her!<br><br>When she looked down to see <del>it wasn't Isma</del> nothing there, the sensation was gone as fast as it had manifested. It probably, definitely, most likely wasn't anything to be concerned about.<br><br><strong>Yulia</strong><hr><br>Yulia definitely started to detect something after finishing her spell.&nbsp; As her third eye opened, and the veil parted, the putrid energy of the graveyard mingled with her spell.&nbsp; A blue ghostly structure formed in the circle in front of her.&nbsp; It was a small house fitting perhaps for a minimalist halfling.&nbsp; Though the open door in front suggested it wasn't lived in by civilized folk.&nbsp; It looked like a dog house more than anything.&nbsp; Next to the house was an empty dish.<br><br>Though when trying to close her third eye, it didn't shut.&nbsp; In fact, something was in the corner of her eye. Looking to her side or even back, she would see two ghostly forms of men stood looking directly at Yulia.&nbsp; One was a young man in his late teens stooped behind her observing Yulia's posterior.&nbsp; Another ghost man in his mid twenties was far more cultured, and ogling the witch's cleavage.<br><br>They broke eyesight to silently converse to each other.&nbsp; In the graveyard beyond were numerous ghostly people, milling about, talking, playing ghost chess, or likewise casting lewd looks at Yulia's companions.<br><br>Disturbing inadvertent exhibitionism aside, Yulia was able to discern some of what was around her.&nbsp; What she would know is the rune circle has two levels of activity, one active several hours ago at sunrise and one now.&nbsp; The mode now demands more energy, binding something to this space.&nbsp; The second mode requires less energy.<br><br>What Yulia should be on the lookout for is the large, blue glowing, bite mark on Sera's ankle that wasn't there a moment ago.<br><br>As for what isn't what it appears to be, the ghostly social club in the graveyard definitely fits into that category.<br><br><strong>Isma</strong><hr><br>Screw this coffin lid.&nbsp; The damn thing slid right off alright, but it was work!&nbsp; Who puts this heavy of a lid on a dog grave?<br><br>Never the less, inside was a cramped space where the remains of a wolf rested.&nbsp; However something was odd about the corpse of the creature.&nbsp; It lacked form where it should have.&nbsp; Looking closer, it showed all the bones of beast were removed.&nbsp; There were no signs of the creature's body being dissected, it just didn't have bones.<br><br>Bones decompose faster than flesh... right?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZincStandard</strong> on <strong>09-12-2018, 06:03:45</strong>
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				<strong>Yulia of Pendle</strong><br>The <del>Wizard</del> Witch - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP:</strong> 16/16<br><strong>XP:</strong> 0/8<br><strong>Conditions:</strong> None<br><hr>The doghouse, if that was what it was, left Yulia a little taken aback.&nbsp; The sight was...oddly tame, given the location and apparent intent of the ritual setup.&nbsp; Well, she supposed she shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth--she'd seen far worse from the spirit world, and knew she would again, but she'd take her breaks when she could get them.<br><br>Still, though...what was so important about this dog that kept coming up?&nbsp; First the coffin Isma had turned up, and now this...Yulia had never known most families to give a dog any better funeral than a shallow hole behind the house.&nbsp; "Someone must've really loved you."<br><br>She rose, turning to report her findings to the others, and came face-to-face with the ghost who'd shortly been staring at her ass.&nbsp; Well, more like crotch-to-face, really, with how he'd been bent over.<br><br>"Oi!"&nbsp; Yulia almost struck at him, before realizing he was clearly insubstantial.&nbsp; "Give a girl some space, will you?"&nbsp; It was only then that she noticed that the graveyard was suddenly several times more crowded than a moment ago.&nbsp; "What the..."&nbsp; Now this <em>definitely</em> wasn't normal.<br><br>"Alright, don't panic," she called out to her companions, "but there may be a rather lively social gathering of dead folks going on around us right..."&nbsp; She trailed off as her eye fell on Seras, and the glowing bite mark on her ankle.&nbsp; "Oh.&nbsp; That looks...bad."&nbsp; Hastening to the warsworn's side, she knelt at her feet to inspect the injury.&nbsp; "What happened?&nbsp; Where'd it go?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Moves</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attempting to <strong><em>discern realities</em></strong> again, this time to inspect Seras' wound.<br><br>At 2018-12-08 23:02:11, ZincStandard (uid: 62913) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=127285)<br><br>What happened here recently?&nbsp; What's about to happen?&nbsp; What should I be on the lookout for?</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>09-12-2018, 07:50:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/gNwY8ZO.jpg)</div><strong>Seras Goreev</strong> <br>Human Fighter - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 25 / 25<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 1 / 8<br><strong>Conditions</strong>:&nbsp; None<hr>"The difference is that I've clearly seen more graveyards than you've seen warrior halls." Seras said with a bit of a smirk, apparently willing to dismiss the cloaked compliment so long as she could see the knife underneath.<br><br>"Anyway, relax, this axe isn't for you.&nbsp; This <em>is</em> supposed to be the domain of some--<em>AUGH!"</em> she pivoted and choked up her grip on the axe, swinging for the back of her leg.&nbsp; The swipe didn't do much more than kick up a puff of dying grass.&nbsp; She grit her teeth and growled, a bit like an animal herself as she sweeped her head left and right.<br><br>"Alright ... definitely <em>something</em> here ..." she wiggled her toes in her boot, "Might not be able to manifest in the daylight, but it definitely just tried to take a piece out of me."<br><br>She blinked a bit as Yulia hustled up to her, looking curiously at her unmarred leg ... but it was true that she was looking at exactly the spot where Seras had felt the teeth sink in.<br><br>"...Doesn't <em>feel</em> bad." she said reassuringly, stomping her boot into the soil a few time to demonstrate that there were no problems, "I didn't see it though."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>10-12-2018, 19:51:29</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/dgrj9Ci.jpg?1)</div><strong>Isma The Fool</strong> <br>The Slayer - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 23 / 23<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 1 / 8<br><strong>Thirst</strong>:&nbsp; 1 <br><strong>Conditions</strong>: confused (-1 WIS)<hr><br>"I mean, that's just straight up presumptuous. I'll have you know I've played a hundred halls, and have only been kicked out, arrgh, of half of them!-gruh" Isma retorted, grunting with effort as she finally managed to dislodge the lid of the coffin, having to roll away as it came sliding off to avoid being pinned underneath it, "Ugh, stupid freakin' box...and yes I imagine there are no end of spirits still lingering about. See little one? That's why it's important to clear out the bad juju, or at least give the ghosts a good show so they won't mess with ya" She casually replied to the witch's warning, seemingly unphased by the idea of being surrounded by spirits. With a heavy sigh and a dusting of her hands the fool casually slumped over the funerary box, still breathing a bit heavily from the exertion, "alright then, let's see what's behind coffin number 1...eh!?" she muttered, about to peer inside the coffin, but had her attention snapped away as Seras suddenly let out a sharp howl.<br><br>"Ouch. You know I'm not one for "I told you so"s, but it's no accident that <em>you</em> got bit by the ghost dog not seconds after dismissing my valuable warnings. That's a little something called "Karma", people up in the north preach it, though I'm sure that's just <em>bullshit</em> too..." she cooed, rather unsympathetic to the tiny warrior's plight. Shaking her head Isma finally turned her attention back to the coffin, and the corpse laid within. It didn't take long to parse that something was off about the creature, and when a tiny pat against it's flesh revealed it to be unnaturally <em>soft </em> Isma had all he convincing she needed, "Hmmm, yep, that's not good..." she mused, casually throwing open her cape with a long flourish of her arm, revealing that the garment was actually lined with all manner of tools and supplies, including a sharp pair of battle axes. However for all the strange implements lining the cloak, the jester settled on a rather simple pair of tools: a small bottle of oil, and a bundle of matches. Without saying a word to the others Isma would casually dump the entire bottle out over the wolf's corpse, then with equal bluntness would strike up a match and toss it into the coffin, "sorry Woofy, gonna need you to do one last trick for me...play dead..."<br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Strength: At 2018-11-30 14:21:15, pdragon (uid: 57462) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=127065)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>11-12-2018, 11:25:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/gNwY8ZO.jpg)</div><strong>Seras Goreev</strong> <br>Human Fighter - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 25 / 25<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 1 / 8<br><strong>Conditions</strong>:&nbsp; None<hr>"Yeah, it is." Seras responded, looking back towards Isma as the colorful jester was pouring a bottle of oil into the open coffin, "If there were some kind of pervasive balancing force in the world, there wouldn't be any Warsworn at all.&nbsp; We wouldn't be able to function in such a paradigm."&nbsp; she might've been trying to sound reasonable, but there was a bit of heat in her voice that suggested Isma had brushed up against a sore topic with the diminutive warrior.<br><br>"Hmph, it's just as likely our audience is a side effect of whatever's prowling around out here, or that you two stirred up the dead with your disrespectful grab-assing." she watched Isma's back as the flickering flame of a struck match burst to life and was dropped into the coffin.&nbsp; It was more or less what Seras herself would have done, really, but she doubted the creature skulking about would allow it happen uncontested.&nbsp; So, she waited for a sign of its movement: a shadow, a rustle in the grass, anything that might tip its hand.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Preparing to <strong>Defend</strong> Isma if necessary</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>11-12-2018, 20:06:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/mZvk2aM.jpg?1)</div><strong>Vafi Cieleclat</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=295283.msg14473137#msg14473137)<br>Human Paladin - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 22 / 22<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 1 / 8<br><strong>Conditions</strong>: None<hr><br>Vafi kept sitting on the floor, her knees flexed and her legs spread enough as to get a clear view of just how wet she was without making any significant effort at all but to be facing her. She didn't even try to cover herself or to fix her shirt properly but instead kept staring at what the other were doing. Not completely sure of what the witch had done or whom she was speaking to or what were Isma and Seras were talking about she continued to watch as they discussed and then at how they attempted to slid the coffin's lid open. <br><br>She knew she had to stand quickly, more as she saw the warrior girl guarding the fool, but her own legs just wouldn't answer her. Pulling out her sword then the paladin sunk it into the ground and used it as support to lean forward and make a new effort to stand up. She brought herself to her knees as her legs still trembled and took a deep breath before watching herself and checking in what state she was, discovering how dampened wet and sticky her own crotch was even beyond her pants as she touched herself but she couldn't let that prevented her from fulfilling her sacred duty and making a bigger effort she finally stood up right and joined the others although still moaning slightly, "W-Wha' di' you' find?" Nervous as she was she still stood just in front of Yulia then to cover her and got prepared for the worst readying herself to attack.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blank</strong> on <strong>14-12-2018, 02:50:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dJCE6A754TE/Uou2DNdVZqI/AAAAAAAARpU/7MPEG-qAOoU/s1600/Wolf-Shadow-Wolf.jpeg)</div><strong>Yulia</strong><hr>The ghost men stared at her vacantly as Yulia hissed at them to disperse.&nbsp; They talked to each other without sound before one lifted a finger and moved it back and forth to see if Yulia's eyes tracked.&nbsp; Seeing their ghostly hypothesis true, they skittered away uncomfortably.&nbsp; Others noticed that Yulia could see the undead community,<br><br>Leaning in to view the glowing bite mark, Yulia would be able to deduce a few things.&nbsp; Seras was bit by the ghostly wolf prowling the graveyard, but less obvious was the fact Seras was now cursed.&nbsp; The mark served as a beacon for undead. Any nearby feral undead will be drawn to her, unless the curse is lifted.&nbsp; The bite served as a warning.&nbsp; A warning unheeded, as Isma turned the remains of the dog to a burning lump of old flesh and organs.&nbsp; The wolf was about to attack and Yulia had a good feeling to watch the ground.<br><br>A howl filled the air.&nbsp; The ghosts of the yard scattered, diving for their respective graves to slip into the earth to hide.<br><br><strong>Isma</strong><hr>The body is bathed in the flame set by the jester.&nbsp; The oil rolled over the body and stuck to the decaying fur.&nbsp; It stank like sin.&nbsp; She felt the creeping presence of undead evil nearby.&nbsp; In a blink of an eye, bones ripped themselves from the earth and reconstructed themselves into the shape of a massive dog, easily as big as a horse.&nbsp; A ghostly glow filled the form to show an exaggerated beastly wolf with thick teeth and sneering nose. Ectoplasim drool dripped from with's open mouth as took one stride to dive at the jester.<br><br><strong>Seras</strong><hr>With any warning from Yulia, the howl of the beast, and intuition, Seras' body moved on cue to defend the fool who fought with flames.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Seras</strong>, go ahead and roll <strong>Defend</strong>.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>14-12-2018, 10:05:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/gNwY8ZO.jpg)</div><strong>Seras Goreev</strong> <br>Human Fighter - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 25 / 25<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 1 / 8<br><strong>Conditions</strong>:&nbsp; None<hr>Isma barely had time to register the unearthly snarling of the ghostly dog before Seras's compact armored bulk pushed her out of the way of the lunging beast.&nbsp; The full weight of the spectral hound crashed into her though, pushing her against the flaming casket as teeth ground against the gauntlet of the arm Seras had sacrificed to protect her throat.&nbsp; Green drool dripped over steel plate as fire licked at the violent mantle around her shoulders.<br><br>Seras, for her part, didn't seem concerned though, her snarling lips turning into a grin as something lit up in the Warsworn's normally dull eyes.&nbsp; It might hurt, but among the Warsworn the conventional knowledge was that if you could still hurt, you could still <em>fight</em>.<br><br>"Just where are you looking, you damned mutt!?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Defend</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2018-12-14 02:45:53, Seras Goreev (uid: 52581) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=127685)<br>Partial Hit: <em>Hold 1</em><br>Spending Hold to Redirect an attack from the thing I'm defending to myself</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>15-12-2018, 19:47:08</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/dgrj9Ci.jpg?1)</div><strong>Isma The Fool</strong> <br>The Slayer - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 23 / 23<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 1 / 8<br><strong>Thirst</strong>:&nbsp; 1 <br><strong>Conditions</strong>: confused (-1 WIS)<hr><br>"Perhaps, or perhaps the scales are just so large that you can't see what you're balancing on the other side. Though I doubt either of us are qualified to make absolute statements about what <em>can</em> or <em>can't </em>work on a metaphysical level, a bit above our pay grade I'd say" the fool mused, though she also doubted the small woman would really get the point of what she was saying. No matter, after all she couldn't focus too much on philosophical and/or religous debate, she had a barbecue to tend to-Arrgh! Oh gods that was a bad analogy...the smell! It was enough to make even Isma, someone who reveled in the aroma of a fresh kill, recoil and stumble back away from the coffin, "Oh yeah, that boy's ripe..." she muttered, fanning in front of her face. <br><br>"oh don't worry about it honey lips, just a few remains, feel free to go back to writhing about on the floor" Isma quipped back at the fawn-legged paladin, who finally decided to get up off her fat, succulent ass to rejoin to the fray. Just in time too, as the chilling howl announced the arrival of their little grave hunter, ok..."little" was not the appropriate term, "Wow Woofy, what have they been feeding you in he-eehll!" Isma started to joke, only to be cut off prematurely by a dense ball of teal haired warrior shoulder-checking her out the way. With a small grunt the fool rolled out of her sudden tumble, kipping back up to her feet and drawing the pair of heavy axes from her cloak, the blades gleaming through the morning fog, "You know putting down the ol' dog just never gets any easier...let's go Woofy" She muttered, dashing up from behind the coffin, using it as a platform to leap up over Sera's head and take a swing at the ghostly beast's nape as she soared overhead. <br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">roll</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Hack and Slash: At 2018-12-15 12:40:30, pdragon (uid: 57462) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=127743)<br><br>damage: At 2018-12-15 12:44:32, pdragon (uid: 57462) rolls: 1d10a1 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=127744)<br><br>At your option, you may choose to do +1d6 damage but expose yourself to the enemy’s attack.<br>additional damage: At 2018-12-15 12:45:45, pdragon (uid: 57462) rolls: 1d6 Result: 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=127745)<br><br>total damage: 10<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blank</strong> on <strong>01-01-2019, 22:24:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dJCE6A754TE/Uou2DNdVZqI/AAAAAAAARpU/7MPEG-qAOoU/s1600/Wolf-Shadow-Wolf.jpeg)</div>As time unfreezes and the game master rolls the dice.&nbsp; It's game master right?&nbsp; Or Dungeon Master? Or MC?&nbsp; I don't know anymore.<br><br>The ghostly manifestation of a direwolf wanted nothing more than to tear Isma's head off.&nbsp; Fangs dripping with ectoplasm and eyes hungry for nothing more than revenge.&nbsp; Like blue lightning, it lunged towards the Slayer, maw open.&nbsp; Thanks to Seras' intervention, the beast's teeth sink down into the warrior's arm.&nbsp; Teeth found the soft spots in the armor, drawing first blood.<br><br>An unearthly yelp came from the haunted being as Isma's blade struck true.&nbsp; The creature's head sluffed off and hung precariously by a single thread of neon blue skin.&nbsp; Being undead, it didn't seem undeturred by mostly being beheaded.&nbsp; However it looked <strong>close to destruction</strong>, one more blow might destroy it.<br><br>But not without retaliating against it's attacker.&nbsp; Bones twisted about in it's transparent form to form spikes coming from its body.&nbsp; It rams into Isma with the dagger like bones to try to take the Slayer with it to oblivion.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Damage To Seras</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-01-01 14:22:29, Ghost Wolf (uid: 5553) rolls: 1d8 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=128437)<br><br>This is for the initial attack that Seras soaked.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Damage To Isma</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-01-01 15:23:07, Ghost Wolf (uid: 5553) rolls: 1d8 Result: 1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=128438)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>02-01-2019, 03:11:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/mZvk2aM.jpg?1)</div><strong>Vafi Cieleclat</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=295283.msg14473137#msg14473137)<br>Human Paladin - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 22 / 22<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 1 / 8<br><strong>Conditions</strong>: None<hr><br>Vafi was still recovering from the ravished state she had been left upon hoping nobody else would make further notice of it and expecting an explanation of what they were doing with the remains on the grave. With sword at hand just in case and her eyes on the front she was definitively surprised by the appearance of the undead canine and it size, her legs suddenly recovering their balance and her grip its firmness. "You see Isma why I didn't want you playing around that thing, I told you it was dangerous!" But her words towards the fool were not that of accusing her for doing something 'foolish' but because she was in danger and wanted to protect her. Alright she still hated her, she didn't really want to protect her now but she still felt it was her sacred to do so and without any doubt she took a step forward and raise her steel against bones and ectoplasm while she still interposed between it and the witch she still prejudiced. "Stay behind me Yulia and show us that your witchcraft can be put to good use."<br><br><br><em>Hack and Slash<br>At 2019-01-01 20:07:06, Vafi (uid: 58724) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=128453)<br>Damage<br>At 2019-01-01 20:09:32, Vafi (uid: 58724) rolls: 1d10 Result: 3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=128454)</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>02-01-2019, 05:14:33</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/dgrj9Ci.jpg?1)</div><strong>Isma The Fool</strong> <br>The Slayer - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 23 / 23<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 1 / 8<br><strong>Thirst</strong>:&nbsp; 1 <br><strong>Conditions</strong>: confused (-1 WIS)<hr><br>Even with it's ghostly, half solid form, the feeling of her axe cleaving through the wolf's phantom flesh was oh so satisfying. Less satisfying was the ectoplasm that spurt forth from it's wound, a poor substitute for the ruby ichor she was used to drawing from her prey, "Grrrah...this won't do at all..." she growled under her breath as she landed on the opposite side of the spirit, even more frustration mounting as she saw the beast continue to thrash about even with it's head hanging by a thread. The beast slammed into her with spike-like bones, but despite catching her flush the protrusions failed to actually penetrate her armor, leaving he with no wounds to speak of as she flowed with the momentum of the attack to maintain her footing, "come on! you can't even fight back properly!" Isma shouted, feeling more frustrated with this mutt by the second. <br><br>Thankfully Isma was briefly distracted from the disappointing hound by a much more satisfying bitch, the fool managing to slip right back into her jovial, sarcastic demeanor as soon as Vafi started chiding her, "Dangerous? Damn thing hasn't put a single scratch on me, and trust me I gave it every opportunity" she cooed, ignoring the grievous blow it had dealt to Seras. After all the wolf wasn't dangerous <em>to her</em>, and that's all that really counted in the end, "Honestly <em>you</em> managed to put up more of a fight than this spectre did, in fact after we put this hound down why don't we resume where we left of-hey what are you doing!? That's my kill!" she exclaimed as Vafi went in to finish the beast off, though had barely managed to take a step forward before the Paladin's blow struck home, "dammit...." she muttered defeatedly, even more disappointed now in this farce of a hunt. <br>&nbsp;<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">roll</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>03-01-2019, 04:20:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/mZvk2aM.jpg?1)</div><strong>Vafi Cieleclat</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=295283.msg14473137#msg14473137)<br>Human Paladin - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 22 / 22<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 1 / 8<br><strong>Conditions</strong>: None<hr><br>As soon as Vafi's blade met the creature it exploded and got her covered in blue sticky goo but it was gone for good, "W-Was that all?" the paladin could wash herself later but she couldn't believe this ghostly canine was everything there was as she finished it off, the sign she found, the discoveries the witch did... She was talking to someone a moment ago, wasn't she. Of course it all could have been product of her witchcraft and unrelated to this and she was not in a state of mind where she could argue much.<br><br>"I'm sorry I wouldn't have tried to stop you in the way I did if I knew the two of use were enough to finish this threat" for a moment she forgot her resentment towards Isma and really tried to be nice to her, her apologies being as sincere as she could be but then the fool continued to speak making her remember everything, her face turning red again and her crotch still dripping wet not to mention the slimy ectoplasm that fully covered her making her clothes partially transparent although she had not realized about that yet. "Your kill? we are not in a competition here but I was saving your ass, the very same ass that right now deserves so badly to be... remembering how she had been found by the rest she couldn't just end her sentence. If there had been just the two of them Vafi would have already lunged towards her masked companion and grab her by the neck and forced her down to the floor but given they were not she just froze in her place instead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blank</strong> on <strong>03-01-2019, 06:13:32</strong>
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				Vafi drove her long sword deep into the beast's ethereal form.&nbsp; The bones slipped through the phosphorescent azure gel onto the ground.&nbsp; The form of the wolf folded into a tight ball, releasing a chorus of unholy cries of rage.&nbsp; The ball exploded like a firework, blue ectoplasm coating everything nearby.&nbsp; And everything nearby was Vafi.&nbsp; Isma would have Vafi as a shield and Seras would have just enough time to move out of the most repulsive parts of the blast radius.<br><br>Vafi gains the <strong>Goo Covered</strong> status effect (-1 Cha), it can be removed by washing.&nbsp; Thoroughly.<br><br>Yulia would be able to see the ghosts crawling out from their hiding spots to see the aftermath of the melee.&nbsp; Confusion turned to delight as they slightly cheered.<br><br>The summoning circle hidden in the bush flared up with errie blue arcane light, before burning out.&nbsp; The ghost dog house would vanish from sight.<br><br>The graveyard was quite.&nbsp; And slightly more goo covered than before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>03-01-2019, 10:47:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/gNwY8ZO.jpg)</div><strong>Seras Goreev</strong> <br>Human Fighter - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 21 / 25<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 1 / 8<br><strong>Conditions</strong>:&nbsp; None<hr>"Count yourself fortunate that you encountered the beast under the light of the sun." Seras responded to Vafi's disbelief, openning and closing&nbsp; her fist as she checked to make sure her range of motion was unimpeded, "Being proactive pays dividends in this line of work."<br><br>"But no, that's not 'it'." she added, "Someone created that beasty and left it here for a purpose.&nbsp; So long as . . . " Seras trailed off, a wry twist curling the corner of her lips as she tried visibly to maintain her composure.&nbsp; Finally, she shook her head, waving the last thought away, looking at the thick, syrupy goo that clung in cloying globules to Vafi's curvatious figure, soaking into the fabric and matting her dark hair to her head.<br><br>"Well, we can attend to that in a moment.&nbsp; Let me at least draw you up a bucket from the well so you can get the worst of that off." she chuckled coldly, "Can't very well let the townsfolk see you looking like that." she took a few steps away, then paused and turned around again.<br><br>"<em>Don't</em> get it in your eyes, and, Drommok's mercy, <em>don't</em> taste it." she added sternly.&nbsp; One would normally think any soul would have enough sense to avoid the latter, but then, Seras had helped drill children in the arts of monster slaying.&nbsp; You'd be honestly shocked what a person might put in their mouth.&nbsp; After a moment, she swung her finger towards Isma<br><br>"That means you too.&nbsp; No licking." she added, though she smirked a bit just before turning back around and starting to make her way down the hill again.<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">I'm not even going to pretend that a single bucket's full of water is enough to handle a proper sliming, but it seems like the descent thing to do.&nbsp; At least until she can get a proper bath.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>03-01-2019, 21:27:34</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/dgrj9Ci.jpg?1)</div><strong>Isma The Fool</strong> <br>The Slayer - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 23 / 23<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 1 / 8<br><strong>Thirst</strong>:&nbsp; 1 <br><strong>Conditions</strong>: confused (-1 WIS)<hr><br>Even though the fight had been mostly disappointing for her, at least the phantom beast had the courtesy to explode in magnificent fashion. Seeing the explosion coming Isma slyly stepped into the paladin's shadow, allowing the woman to take the brunt of the ectoplasmic bukkake, herself remaining spotless, "looks good on you" she mused, the paladin seemed to be a natural at being blasted with goo, it was enough to give a wily fool a few ideas...<br><br>Again the not-so-gracious paladin lashed out at her, Isma grinning beneath her mask as Vafi caught herself mid-sentence, apparently not having the guts to do her dirty work in front of the others, "calm down choir girl, no need to get flustered" she cooed, reaching forward to teasingly flick one Vafi's nipples, the slime soaking her clothes making them highly visible through her top, "After all you just saved this fair maiden did you not? Perhaps I should reward you for your chivalry..." she cooed teasingly, no doubt followed by a fluttering of her unseen eyelashes.<br><br>Letting the paladin stew on that offer for now, Isma turned her attention back to their diminutive tank, "no licking? Does that apply to everyone or is <em>shortcake</em> still on the menu...?" she cooed with a lick of her lips, her mask seeming to "wink" at the blue haired shorty, "after all you also came so bravely to my aid, I'd be remiss if I didn't return your kindness somehow" she mused, trotting after the girl as she headed down the hill, leaving Vafi and Yulia to their own devices for now, "though in all seriousness you may want to let me have a look at that wound of yours. That same goo covering Vafi could have seeped inside it when it bit you..." she whispered, "if we shouldn't be eating it then I doubt we'd want it getting in our blood" she added, giving the woman a small pat on her shoulder. <br><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">roll</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>06-01-2019, 19:18:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/mZvk2aM.jpg?1)</div><strong>Vafi Cieleclat</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=295283.msg14473137#msg14473137)<br>Human Paladin - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 22 / 22<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 1 / 8<br><strong>Conditions</strong>: Wet, sticky and covered in goo(-1Cha)<hr><br>Trying not to think on the embarrassment she had gone through she was thankful that Sera didn't mention anything about it that she gave some advice to Isma, or so she thought as she failed to realize she was speaking to her instead, and so the paladin continued what the short girl said but turning to Isma as she added her own admonition, "Yes Isma, you should consider yourself lucky that I stopped you the first time and that I... covered you this time." The fact that was all wet was not something that she wanted to speak about, neither was the issue that followed that had her soaked in slimy goo so she blushed again but she certainly believed that the fool needed some discipline imparted by herself and an apology as well for what she had done and said. "Not only you deserve some punishment but you should apologize and be thankful that ahhh..." Not expecting the naughty fool to try such a dirty move on her Vafi's whole body trembled and her breasts bounced as she complained. "A rewahh'd?" she moaned as her nipple was teased, her goo covered bosom making it far easier for her to be toyed with as her jugs were overstimulated by the slime as if it was a powerful aphrodisiac. "Stop thahh... Ok I'll allow you to offer me a reward" Vafi thought Isma meant a reward as a mean of apologizing to her and not what the fool had in mind so despite having her breasts played with she smiled self pleased.<br><br>"T-Thanks Seras.." Vafi stuttered as she regained her composure, an unwilling moan coming out of her swolen cherry lips every now and then as she uselessly tried to remove the goo covering her managing only to further arouse herself as she rubbed and stroked her body, "some wahhter will come pretty hahhnnmdy." Realizing how useless it was for now Vafi abandoned her attempts to clean herself unless she got some helpthe paladin turned then to the witch not to ask her any help on cleaning, although she wouldn't refuse should Yulia offer it but to ask about what she had been doing before the creature appeared. "I saw you did something with your magic before the creature appeared... Oh, I'm not accusing you of anything, I would have noticed if you were, but what I meant to say is if you found out something useful, I noticed you seemed to be in some sort of trance"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>06-01-2019, 23:17:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/gNwY8ZO.jpg)</div><strong>Seras Goreev</strong> <br>Human Fighter - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 21 / 25<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 1 / 8<br><strong>Conditions</strong>:&nbsp; I'm not tsundere, <em>you're</em> tsundere!<hr>"'Shortcake' has not once been on the menu." Seras responded neutrally, trying her level best to deadpan the response so as not to entice Isma into more tom foolery.&nbsp; Though, in truth, she wasn't certain that playing the straight woman in the crimson fool's comedy act was any better, "Besides, you've still got a big piece of angel food to work through, it seems." she added, tipping her head back with a smirk.<br><br>Seras didn't have the benefit of Isma's long stride, so, while she wasn't sauntering it wasn't possible for her to casually open the distance between the two of them.&nbsp; Internally, she sighed.&nbsp; She worked around her height, and she doubted many people would consider it a disadvantage when the full weight of her armor bowled into their legs at a charge, but there were definitely times when she wished she had more ... <em>presence</em>.<br><br>"There's no need to pay me back anyway.&nbsp; It's not like I acted out of kindness." she huffed slightly at that.&nbsp; As <em>if</em> a Warsworn would act on such a frivilous motivation.&nbsp; Laughable.&nbsp; What did she look like, a disciple of Ciela?<br><br>"Tsk ... you and Yulia both now." she grumbled under her breath, "I'm not made of rags and fluff, I can handle a shallow wound like this long enough to get down to the well." she added a bit indignantly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>12-01-2019, 19:00:28</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/dgrj9Ci.jpg?1)</div><strong>Isma The Fool</strong> <br>The Slayer - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 23 / 23<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 1 / 8<br><strong>Thirst</strong>:&nbsp; 1 <br><strong>Conditions</strong>: confused (-1 WIS)<hr><br>"no? that's a shame, what about sorbet? I'm partial to blueberry flavor myself..." she cooed, her attempts at no-selling her japes earning the tiny warrior no quarry from the experienced Fool,"and angel food? pfft, please we have enough delusion in this marry band. That girl ain't no angel. And whatever dessert she is, it has plenty of nuts" she cooed, giving a throaty chuckle to her own joke.<br><br>With her long, slender, oh so pleasingly toned legs, it wasn't hard for Isma to close the gap between them, even further showing off the futility of ignoring her by skipping circles around the knight whilst they made their way well-ward, "Not kindness you say? I'm not quite sure I believe that, but I'll humor the notion for now. So if it wasn't an act of charity, then obviously you saw some merit in keeping me safe, even at the expense of your own flesh. Do I perhaps hold some special value to you my dear? Or are you merely preserving a potential shield to be used against a greater threat...?" &nbsp;she cooed, a tinge of knowing accusation in her voice accompanying her last question, though she was quick to snap right back to her jovial facade.<br><br>"Either way, regardless of motivation a debt is a debt is a debt....and I've spent enough time impoverished to be wary of staying in someone's debt for too long..." she mused, now skipping along backwards so that she could stay facing the diminutive death dealer, "and of course you're not, you're obviously made of <em>steel</em> and fluff..." she teased, reach down to ruffle the girl's hair, wisely leaping back immediately after in case the woman lashed out in annoyance. Of course, as is the universal timing of Fools, the moment Isma opted to leap back was the exact moment they reached the well, Isma hitting the edge of the stone basin and toppling straight over backwards, "Ah crap baskets!" she cried, tumbling ass first into the well. Fortunately her body was long enough that she was able to catch herself from actually plummeting down just by splaying her limbs out, but it was a right embarrassing display none the less, "quick girl! go send Lassie for help! Wait, no! We just killed her! Damn our hubris!" she cried, pretending to struggle for her life. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>17-01-2019, 22:20:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/gNwY8ZO.jpg)</div><strong>Seras Goreev</strong> <br>Human Fighter - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 21 / 25<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 1 / 8<br><strong>Conditions</strong>:&nbsp; None<hr>Seras screwed her face up a bit, tilting her head to the side in a fashion that quite clearly said "What the heck is a 'sorbet'?" even if she didn't open her mouth.&nbsp; Still, she sighed a bit when Isma mentioned a debt between the two of them, expressing the kind of quiet exasperation one might have for a child who can't come to grips with something that seems obvious to their parent.<br><br>The head pat, apparently, crossed some line as Seras let fly a mailed punch with her free hand, the shot looking for the soft spot just under Isma's ribs.&nbsp; The fool skipped back, her long legs letting her casually dart outside of Seras's short reach.&nbsp; Of course, with a flash of color and&nbsp; jingle of bells, the scarlet jester tumbled backwards into the town's well.&nbsp; Seras rushed forward, leaning over the edge of the well and looking down inside, her head haloed by the morning sun as she peered down into the darkness.&nbsp; Sure enough, the leering face of Isma's mask looked back at her, shining out of the darkness as it caught the light from above.<br><br>"I <em>am</em> a lassie." Seras grumped, puffing her cheeks out and apparently missing Isma's joke.&nbsp; "Just hang on a second."<br><br>Seras looked around the well for a moment until she found what she was looking for, a wooden bucket at the end of a rope.&nbsp; As she picked it up, she considered simply throwing it down the hole and letting Isma work things out for herself.&nbsp; Ultimately, however, she chose to lower it down, letting the rope slip carefully through her hands and tightening her grip periodically to keep it from falling with much force.<br><br>"If I have to spell it out, I will." Seras said, bracing her boot against the well and waiting for Isma's weight to settle on the rope, "We're a party.&nbsp; You don't owe me anything, because my efforts are compensated by the rewards we earn as a group.&nbsp; I look after your health because another axe on my side is greater security in the fray.&nbsp; I don't keep <em>score</em> because the degree of compensation isn't affected by performance ... rear guard is an important precaution, even if we're not attacked from behind, and I don't want to risk the whole group by disincentivizing less glorious tasks."<br><br>Seras grunted and pulled on the rope, wrapping the slack around her arm before reaching for the next handhold and pulling Isma back up towards the surface.<br><br>"I trusted my armor to protect me, and you were busy destroying the corpse.&nbsp; That's it." she grunted again, hauling back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>17-01-2019, 23:40:53</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/dgrj9Ci.jpg?1)</div><strong>Isma The Fool</strong> <br>The Slayer - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 23 / 23<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 1 / 8<br><strong>Thirst</strong>:&nbsp; 1 <br><strong>Conditions</strong>: confused (-1 WIS)<hr><br>Isma chuckled as she looked up at the light framed warrior, peering down through the darkness of the well, "heh, absolutely radiant..." she mused, though let the remark linger without further explanation, "You know, as much as I'd love to just hang around and explain the finer points of my jokes, I do believe a bit of assistance would be much more appreciated" she called up, shaking her head at the tiny knight's adorable pouts, "will do" she muttered back when told to "hang on", as if she could do anything else. <br><br>Grabbing the offered rope and bucket, Isma began her assisted scale back up the well, listening to Seras's pragmatic and calculated explanation. Of course while the knightling was happy to wave her actions off as mere practicality, the foppish fool wasn't going to let her get away with it that easily, popping her head up out of the well with a little twinkle in her eye...probably, "That might be the most romantic thing someone's ever said to me" she cooed, the sad part being that she wasn't even lying. Climbing out of the well she hopped forward and leaned in to place a smooch on Seras's forehead...well, a rough mimicry of it at least as Seras would just feel the smooth edges of the mask's mouth press against her skin, "Mwuah, my little hero. This is the second time you've saved me now. If I was a princess we'd be wed two times over already..." she mused, holding up the bucket that had been the instrument of her salvation, filled to the brim with water, "anyways, we got what we came for, better get back before Vafi finds a way to get herself molested again"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>22-01-2019, 20:01:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/gNwY8ZO.jpg)</div><strong>Seras Goreev</strong> <br>Human Fighter - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 21 / 25<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 1 / 8<br><strong>Conditions</strong>:&nbsp; None<hr>"Ha." Seras responded with a wry grin, "If I <em>were</em> lucky enough to stumble across a princess foolish enough to tumble into a well, at best what I'd get is a purse of silver from her father and a strongly worded 'suggestion' that I get the hell off his land."<br><br>Seras took a moment to pull off her gauntlet and push back her mail, cleaning and binding the shallow wound in her arm.&nbsp; Examining it, she was confident that she'd be fine by morning.&nbsp; She went through the motions with practiced ease, having helped tend injuries since even before she was allowed to drill with the weapons.<br><br>"Yeah." she nodded, securing the gauntlet back in place, opening and closing her hand to make sure it was snug, she hauled up the bucket and started back the way she'd come.&nbsp; "You're probably right.&nbsp; Given the company we left her in, that'd mean ghost molestation.&nbsp; Invisible, intangible harassment could lead to ... <em>further</em> misunderstandings." she added, sticking out her tongue.<br><br>Hustling back through the town, she raised her axe in greeting as she circled around the hill, calling out.<br><br>"VAFI!&nbsp; You okay back here!?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blank</strong> on <strong>28-01-2019, 06:15:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/boLCy8A.jpg)</div>Gerald was found walking down the street, swiveling his head side to side in search.&nbsp; A man trailed after him as he conducted his search.&nbsp; He perked up after spotting the three women.&nbsp; Robes rustling, he hurried over to the three in the middle of their shenanigans.&nbsp; A white brow rose in confusion<br><br>"Hello Seras... Why is Isma in the well?" &nbsp;He asked, glancing to the well. The jester crawled out like a nightmare fresh from Hell's maw.&nbsp; Gerald turned back to Seras. "I don't think the city cares for you poisoning the drinking water."<br><br>Squinting, he saw the distressed Vafi.&nbsp; His cheeks turned a hue of rosy red at seeing her goo covered and in distress.&nbsp; His eyes turn aside to avoid gawking.&nbsp; The bucket of water won't have had much effect, a bath and scrubbing will need to clean off the ghostly disaster that has detonated on the poor paladin.&nbsp; Help from a 3rd party is advised.<br><br>"Looks like you were successful.&nbsp; To a degree.&nbsp; I have as well.&nbsp; I had managed to get a base of operations as you requested with the help of this gentlemen here.&nbsp; He identified him as an adventurer coming into town, must have not been that much longer behind you when you all first arrived.&nbsp; Anyways, back to the base.&nbsp; I managed to scout a barn that my friend here managed to negotiate for cheap.&nbsp; A coin a week from this farmer.&nbsp; Beats the inn rates for now.&nbsp; He mentioned something about spiders though."&nbsp; Gerald explained, a little stuck in his own head re-accounting the tale.<br><br>He glanced back to <strong>Emon</strong> and gestured.&nbsp; "I'd introduce you to Seras here, but your name slipped my mind.&nbsp; Your name was...?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>28-01-2019, 21:51:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/gNwY8ZO.jpg)</div><strong>Seras Goreev</strong> <br>Human Fighter - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 21 / 25<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 1 / 8<br><strong>Conditions</strong>:&nbsp; None<hr>"They'll have to balance their displeasure against the safety of no longer having a ghastly devil dog lurking among their homes." Seras said with a bit of a crooked smirk, apparently pleased to have accomplished something despite her snark and Vafi's condition.&nbsp; Rooting around in her package, she produced a cloth, soaking it in the bucket.<br><br>"Okay, clear the lips, then the eyes, then the nose in that order..." she instructed gently, pressing the cool cloth to Vafi's face, "Then get what you can off your face and use the rest of the bucket to get the worst of it out of your hair.&nbsp; Just, trust me on that." she said, waiting for the Paladin to take the cloth from her.&nbsp; "Burn the rag when you're done, somewhere out in the open, and try not to breath in the smoke.&nbsp; It won't harm you, but the dreams that would follow are ... not pleasant."<br><br>"I know a few tricks for softening up ectoplasm, but we'll need to get you into a warm tub for that." she tutted slightly, fussing over the busty sword maiden and trying to make her at least marginally presentable.&nbsp; For the moment, at least, it seemed that she rated looking after her party member a bit more highly than checking out the place Gerald and his new arrival had picked out for them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>01-02-2019, 05:33:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/mZvk2aM.jpg?1)</div><strong>Vafi Cieleclat</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=295283.msg14473137#msg14473137)<br>Human Paladin - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 22 / 22<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 1 / 8<br><strong>Conditions</strong>: Wet, sticky and covered in goo(-1Cha)<hr><br>Waiting for the girls to comeback Vafi continued to try to try some conversation with the witch that seemed to have tranced away from reality a while ago, trying to pull any answer out of her the paladin began to worry that Yulia's forbidden arts had backfired on herself as it was said to be common among those who make deals with dark entities in exchange for power.<br><br>Surrounding Yulia with her arms and hugging her to comfort would do no good covered in goo as the paladin was so Vafi decided it was to wait for someone else to take the witch to a place she could rest and recover. Either Isma or Seras would do but when she saw Gerald she thought it was best if the man who had saved them before took care of their comrade and raised her arm to call him only to lower it as quickly as she raised blushing madly as he did as she she noticed his reaction to the indecent appearance of her sticky body body and translucent clothes. Trying to cover her dripping wet crotch and as much of her ample breasts as she could Vafi addressed him one more time, "Y-young Gerald could you please take Yulia with you to a safer place, something has happened to her after she had some sort of vision. Now she seems to have lost contact with reality, my gratitude is yours in advance. By the way who is this young boy by your side?"<br><br>Curious about Emon but more worried about her own goo covered figure she turned to the fool and pointed at the bucket of water before turning around while lifting her arms up and grabbing her hair. Her hourglass figure was currently more pleasing to the eye thanks to the goo that further enhanced her curves and by the sexy way she stood up while looking backwards over her shoulder. She'd leave introduction for later and asked Isma to help her even if the water would not be of much use, "It might not help to remove it but I'd rather not be so sticky so Isma would you do me the favor of getting me wet?" Actually Vafi would have preferred to recieve Sera's helps instead but Isma did say she wanted to reward her chivalry so maybe she misjudged her so that's why she allowed the fool to do what she planned to do with. <br><br>But if the short girl wanted to help too she'd allow her too and Vafi welcomed the scrubbing piece of cloth that was rubbed against her face, the paladin didn't took the cloth from her though and awaited for Seras to continue scrubbing the rest of her body, "Um yes it feels... mmm... ahh, better... yess... go on..."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>02-02-2019, 20:07:19</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/dgrj9Ci.jpg?1)</div><strong>Isma The Fool</strong> <br>The Slayer - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 23 / 23<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 1 / 8<br><strong>Thirst</strong>:&nbsp; 1 <br><strong>Conditions</strong>: confused (-1 WIS)<hr><br>"Oh don't sell yourself short, you'd make a strapping young Prince" she cooed, doing a playful twirl, making sure not to slosh the water around too much, "And I'd argue there are far fewer princesses in this world that <em>aren't</em> foolish enough to tumble down a well. It's not an occupation that required a whole lot of smarts, after all..." she cooed, seeing how the real requirements for a good princess where "act proper" and "have a functioning womb", not a whole lot else was expected of them otherwise, "yeah, and the last thing that woman needs is <em>more</em> misunderstandings, Gods know she's struggling as it is" she muttered, quickly cocking her head towards Seras in a "wink" gesture. <br><br>Of course, just as all good things in Isma's life, things went south when a pair of men got involved, "Why are <em>you</em> in a well?...metaphorically speaking..." she shot back, shaking her limbs a bit to show off that her attire was still bone dry, "don't worry about your precious water. If I wanted to harm the citizenry I'd prefer to look em in the eyes and do it one by one" she said with casual dismissal, "Besides, everyone knows a Fool's bathwater is a valuable alchemic compound, stronger than any health potion and cures sniffles to boot. I sure as hell ain't giving that away for free" she scoffed, clearly a better businesswoman than that. <br><br>When the sorcerer announced a new arrival, Isma's head perked up, twirling her way around her assorted companions to get a better look at the young lad, "Came in behind us eh? Well I'm sure all the folks that died along the way would be happy to know they at least cleared the path" she mused, noting how of a large caravan of dozens of adventurers, literally <em>four</em> of them made it this far alive. This new guy must have been quite skilled to make it through on his lonesome, or perhaps was equipped with skillful cowardice. Judging by his youthful "my lord buggers me nightly" twinkishness, she'd guess the later, "wait...with the "help" of this gentleman? You're telling me you had help searching for a place and you still only found a barn infested with spiders?" she muttered, her mask almost seeming to twist into disappointed confusion, "well I suppose it's better than literally nothing...well, I guess that depends on how big the spiders are actually..." she mused, shaking her head and giving the boy a passive wave, "anyways welcome to town stranger. Don't pay us too much mind, we're just clearing out some pests around the village" she greeted, not one to assume he was here for the same reasons they were. <br><br>She was distracted away from the boy when she heard Vafi call to her, turning her head just in time to see the "pious" paladin striking the most salacious of poses, "Nah, I'm good, already did that once today. I'm sure Seras is happy to help you out" she muttered, the girl already mewling like a whore just from Seras wiping her off a little, she didn't need to get involved in such seedy behavior while in the presence of polite company. However as she watched the tiny warrior fuss over Vafi, Isma happened to notice one slight...positioning problem..."well, I guess I can get your hair..." she muttered, seeing how Seras was simply too short to reach up that high. With a small sigh she took the bucket and gently trickled some water over Vafi's head, letting it flow through her locks and down her back, which only further showed off her slutty frame by turning her plump ass into into a water fall. Once her hair was dampened Isma would produce a fork toothed comb and start running it through Vafi's messy locks, pausing every few passes to flick the accumulated goop off the comb, "you know with a bit of grooming you might actually start to look like a respectable paladin" Isma teased, combing through the girl's hair with surprising finesse and gentleness, "So Garry, did you have anything else to report? Because if you're just staying for the show I'm going to have to start charging admission" she mused, casting a knowing glance the sorcerer's way, her mask's smile seeming to mock him. Clearly she hadn't missed that little exchange of looks between him and Vafi, even if she hadn't commented on it then and there. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Scourge of Blacktower - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zero</strong> on <strong>16-02-2019, 04:00:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/C2U2oE2.png)</div><strong>Emon Kanna</strong> <br>Human Con Artist - Lvl 1<br><strong>HP</strong>:&nbsp; 18 / 18<br><strong>XP</strong>:&nbsp; 0 / 8<br><strong>Conditions</strong>:&nbsp; None<hr><br>Emon has been all smiles before arriving in front of the well where the party was busy dealing with the conequences of their adventure. He heard the rumors of the plight of Ovesgar, and found the situtation naturally appealing to his sensibilities. A small town was a departure from his usual city marks, but given the chaos and call for adventurers, Emon was hoping for a steady flow of somewhat inexperienced party members for him to benefit from.<br><br>Having met up with Gerald and proved his worth, Emon was feeling good about his trip. That is, until his eyes landed on a rather short little fighter who Gerald had introduced as 'Seras'. His right eye twitched a little, and as did the side of his mouth... doing his best not to show any additional emotions having stumbled upon now the one thing he hadn't wanted to see... someone who knew him previously.<br><br>It was a surprising to see Seras alive, let alone here in the village. Having been caught off guard without a good story to tell, Emon decided to simply pretend like he didn't recognize Seras, his hand reached behind his head to feign a little shyness, as he bowed to introduce himself.<br><br>"My name is Emon, a traveling merchant just hoping to help out. Please excuse my inexperience." He responded, hoping not to draw any additional attention to himself. His eyes looked over the party, wearing even further from the sight of a Paladin. It was an omen clearly, maybe this place really was cursed.
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