(3.5 D&D Apotheosis) Story Thread
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				Title: <strong>(3.5 D&amp;D Apotheosis) Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>16-09-2015, 02:31:45</strong>
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				<em>Forthcoming<br>--D.M.'s Little Helper</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (3.5 D&amp;D Apophsis) Chapter one: City of Dreams &amp; Monsters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ravinwulf</strong> on <strong>16-09-2015, 05:02:09</strong>
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				Ambrosia, A city of many faiths and peoples, but above all else a city of gods. Many come to this mecca of collective faith seeking something. what that is depends on the person. the knowledge gathered by centuries of study, the artisan skills of the greatest smiths in the world, or even the thrill of near death experience found in the dungeons beneath the city. Our story begins with five unlikcly individuals, and a chance meeting. How their stories will unfolded only they will decide.<br><br><strong>Patli</strong><br><br>You wake to te usual sounds of an early morning in the city, the small run down hut where you live filed with the smell of breakfast and other such things. You can hear quick, but deliberate foot falls on the boards of the floor as there are soft clinks and clangs of cooking implements.<br><br><strong>Rowan</strong><br><br>You wake to an all to familiar experience s someone almost half your size lands on your belly with a gleeful little bark, and Meg swims into focus. She seems excited about something though what you aren't sure as your brain seems t be trying to catch up to your body<br><br><strong>Mrrshan</strong><br><br>You wake as well,&nbsp; but are unsure as to why. You sense something is off though as you can feel eyes n you from some unseen corer of the room.<br><br><strong>Sylvester</strong><br>You wake to the sounds of excitement and revelry, unsure why, but certain its an important day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (3.5 D&amp;D Apophsis) Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>16-09-2015, 05:31:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/32/Bishounen_neji_naruto_by_bishie_hunters.jpg)</div><strong>Rowan</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/18-IXRVet3vQyIP1mmK4iEjDJw6OSHCmPDwDYLQhPfs4/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Rowan gave a gasp of surprise as he jerked up, reflexively squirming and tickling for the playful inu-girl.&nbsp; As he grabbed for his best friend's feet—all the better to tickle her with, Rowan reflexively looked around, trying to place himself after a particularly deep sleep.&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: (3.5 D&amp;D Apophsis) Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malixe</strong> on <strong>16-09-2015, 06:08:12</strong>
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				Sylvester sat up, blankets falling off his bare chest pooling at his lap. He grimaced, running a hand through his red locks and groaning at the soft thumping of his temples. Too much alcohol, too late into the night. The Teifling glanced about his... Quarters... Looking for something to drink - and also perhaps, for his clothing.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (3.5 D&amp;D Apophsis) Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hephaestus</strong> on <strong>17-09-2015, 08:50:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ed/Patli.jpg)</div>Patli (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1iTjMEmS3b8O2nCUFj6q54p4OiqnxvVl4OTyqnp8lM-w/edit)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Patli throws his legs over the edge of the raised mat sitting up in one smooth motion and takes a deep breath of what is cooking. His shirt and pants were neatly folded once and laying together next to him. His armor in a similarly neat pile next to his clothing, his cloak hanging on a hook above and just between them. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;He stands and walks over to a bowl of water and fresh rags he laid out on the table before sleeping and begins washing up with a bit of soap before dressing. Passing over his athletic frame with soaped rags the light smell of sweat he had before is replaced with the light odor of a pungent evergreen.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;After putting on his pants he prays and studies from his spellbook. Only after all of this orderly but efficiently moving routine does he finish dressing, don his armor and cloak in hand step away from where he rest and investigate the sounds and smells of breakfast. "Good morning."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (3.5 D&amp;D Apophsis) Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teo Torriatte</strong> on <strong>19-09-2015, 17:56:42</strong>
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				<em>Mrrshan</em><br><br>The slender rogue lay in his bed tossing fitfully, his athletic frame covered for the moment in nothing but his tiger patterned fur and the last corner of the sheet he had all but thrown off of himself. The room he was staying in wasn't the fanciest in the city, but it was far from the dingiest either. Sure, he could afford better, but he preferred to keep to a more middle class lifestyle and spend his gold on things that help to keep him alive.<br><br>He could never remember what it was that haunted his dreams... perhaps it was loneliness, or thoughts of the unattainable goals he always seemed to set for himself. He wasn't a victim by any stretch of the imagination, hadn't turned to his life of adventure- and that of a thief before that. He had become a thief because it seemed to suit him far better than making an 'honest' living, and then turned to adventure because it was something he realized he was good at. No, the things that made it hard to sleep at night were not some horrors of the past, but worry about his future. How long could he keep this up without getting seriously hurt?<br><br>This morning as he rolled over onto his side, his tail curling and his ears twitching, he seemed to sense the danger more acutely. Or was it just a presence, perhaps the unwanted attention that tended to be given to an up and coming 'star' such as himself. For the most part, Mrrshan was happy to remain more elusive, things seemed much simpler that way.&nbsp; But if someone was indeed watching him...<br><br>Slowly, with practiced nonchalance, the catfolk rogue stretched and let out a protracted purring yawn. He roll to his other side as if he didn't have a care in the world, slowly turning to face what or whoever it was that might be lurking in the corner of his room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (3.5 D&amp;D Apophsis) Chapter one: City of Dreams &amp; Monsters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ravinwulf</strong> on <strong>20-09-2015, 08:34:17</strong>
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				<strong>Patli</strong><br><br>"Good morning to you as well, my disciple." Pluto was there as always, standing before the human in a fine shirt and breeches, one that had seen better days. He stired the pot on the fire, a smelled of boiled eggs and vegitable before serving up a hearty breakfast. "Hurry and eat we dont want to be late. The festival starts today. We could make enogh to move into a nicer place."<br><br>The blond haired god thrusts a bowl with spoon and fork into your hands before ushering you to a stool to sit and eat. After that he set to getting cleaned up and bouand his long hair back.<br><br><strong>Rowan</strong><br><br>In seconds the little blink dog was laughing so much cous do little but writhe, thàt was untill she went right through the bad and his graap, a thud as she hit the floor hard.<br><br>A servant entered about tgen carrying a wash bowl for him, the enviorment apparent in seconds. After all, all those of good standing with the lady of justice were given lodging. The servant bowed before exiting saying as he left. "Sir, her lady ship awaits you all in the main entry hall. She asks you please hurry.<br><br><strong>Mrrshan</strong><br><br>"Nice try little thief." A sultry voice whispered from behind him as two powerful arms wrapped around his torse. "Time to wake, today is the big day."<br><br>The voice was one that the young tiger boy would easily reconize. This voice had been following him since arriving in the city. "If you do right i may actually show myself to you at last. Dont be late to the festival dear."<br><br>Teeth combed the back of his neck before the touch disapeared once more leaving him alone in his bed.<br><br><strong>Sylvester</strong><br><br>Clothing was wasy to find, as for booze, there was a half empry bottle on the nightstand. The the throbbing grew a bit worse with moving, but soon lessened. The adventurers festival had just started, the festivities a long well paying dungeon quest to the 4 subbasement and back.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (3.5 D&amp;D Apophsis) Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>21-09-2015, 06:50:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/32/Bishounen_neji_naruto_by_bishie_hunters.jpg)</div><strong>Rowan</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/18-IXRVet3vQyIP1mmK4iEjDJw6OSHCmPDwDYLQhPfs4/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Rowan rolled off of the bed and sat on it's edge, merry laughter bubbling out of him.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He smiled at the servant, feeling somewhat embarrassed and very proud to have merited such high esteem from the gray-eyed goddess.&nbsp; “Thank you,” he set the wash basin beside him on the table.&nbsp; Then, hearing that he was needed in an audience, the young giant nodded.&nbsp; “All right.&nbsp; I'll dress in my best suit and be there shortly.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Rowan leaned down to look under the bed at the well tickled inu-mimi.&nbsp; “Meg, the Lady needs us.&nbsp; Help em into my armor in a sec, okay?”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The young giant rose.&nbsp; He had to duck under a crossbeam to get lined up with the polished steel mirror.&nbsp; He washed quickly and efficiently then pulled into small clothes, a padded jerkin, and an arming jobquin.&nbsp; He hoped that by then Meg would be ready to help him with the fine steel plates.&nbsp; <br><br>*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;* &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When he was armored, tabarded, and armed, Rowan headed downstairs, looking for the goddess.&nbsp; He went to one knee before her, with a hand on his pommel.&nbsp; “My Lady, how may I serve you?”&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (3.5 D&amp;D Apophsis) Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malixe</strong> on <strong>21-09-2015, 07:18:10</strong>
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				Sylvester peered through his window, glancing down at all those individuals who'd come for the festival. Seemed it was time to work for all the spirits he'd imbibed. The clothed himself with casual efficiency, hiding his mithril shirt beneath the fabric of his robes. The booze wrinkled his nose. He must've gotten a little careless last night after he'd run out of wine. All the same, he'd soon fish out the chalice from his belongings and start the day off right. Weapons sheathed, gear and drink in hand, he moved out into the streets. Sylvester's casually followed the armed crowd, decently sure that he'd eventually stumble across the sub basement entrance this way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (3.5 D&amp;D Apophsis) Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hephaestus</strong> on <strong>21-09-2015, 09:51:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ed/Patli.jpg)</div>Patli (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1iTjMEmS3b8O2nCUFj6q54p4OiqnxvVl4OTyqnp8lM-w/edit)<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Patli made quick work of his food and made a few mental and physical adjustments. He had to look the part as well as perform today. He checked how everything looked in the polish of a boot knife before dawning his cloak. Stepping out the door to take in the scene and judge how they are on time before stepping back in. "If all is ready I think we should get going. Soon just feels right Lord."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (3.5 D&amp;D Apotheosis) Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teo Torriatte</strong> on <strong>25-09-2015, 20:31:24</strong>
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				<em>Mrrshan</em><br><br>The tiger striped cat boy couldn't supress a shiver of mingled fear and excitement as he felt the increasingly familiar sensation of those arms around him. It was true that she had yet to show herself to him, but as he felt those fangs against his furry neck, he was almost sure it was at least some kind of beast girl. He already had his suspicions but the prospect was too daunting to really think about.<br><br>"Y.. yess..." he purred.. "I'll be there.." but he was already alone again, left to tremble there in his bed, his fur matted with sweat. He groaned as he took a small cloth to his groin and wiped away a few pearls of pre-arousal...<br><br><em>Bane's balls</em>, he thought to himself as he practically fell out of bed and scrambled to get dressed, <em>I hope I'm ready for the festival.</em> That woman did NOT sound like the kind of person he would want to disappoint.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (3.5 D&amp;D Apotheosis) Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ravinwulf</strong> on <strong>27-09-2015, 02:07:28</strong>
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				<br><strong>Patli</strong><br><br>"Yes,Yes, I am right behind you, I just need to lock up." the god replied as he collected the dishes up and set them aside to be cleaned later before hurrying out with the young human locking the door. he turned the young man about pushing him on down the road. "lets go, no need to be late, we might meat some rather nice people for you to adventure with so you can make a name for yourself.<br><br>As you make your way down the street you can see the many people around scampering in the direction f the center of town and entrance to the dungeon. Already there was a large crowd gathering with members of every faith ready t adventure into the depths of the dungeons and bring back glory.<br><br><strong>Rowan</strong><br><br>The Curvy goddess looked at you with a chuckle as she watched yu kneel and then smiled broad as the adorable inu ran up and hugged her. "Rise up young warrior, we are running late this morning, and after i gave that long speech about the event today. We should be on our way before it gets to late in the day."<br><br>She turned leading the way out the door into the busy streets pausing only to make sure er entourage was in tow with her.<br><br><strong>Mrrshan</strong><br><br>A short cleaning and a slight embarrassment later the feline was at the festival as well, the crowds cheering and whooping up a storm as the adventurers gathered, houses upon houses collected at a single point in the central square.<br><br>there he would see a number of odd looking individuals garbed in gear for a full day of questing into the lower levels, but the sight that caught his eyes the most was a single house, its insignia a roaring lion with a ankh and blade crossed behind it. the entourage of members ran the usual gambit of races, but the leader who stood at the foremost was by far the eye catcher. A tall beautiful female of a feline, white furred with long braids, and sporting a light armor with leather plates, and chain links.<br><br><strong>Sylvester</strong><br><br>Assuming the people would lead the way to the starting point of the dungeon had proven true, the crowds having gathered for the main event. he arrived just in tie as the competition was about to get under way. Each contestant was required to work with members of other houses so as to keep things fair, but the list would be randomized.<br><br><strong>All</strong><br><br>"All contestants please step forward, we are about to have the opening drawing. names will be entered into the raffle, and drawn at random to determine the pairings for the days event. anyone who doesn't have their name in the drawing will be asked to leave, we dot have time for trying to keep new adventurers safe today.<br><br>[/quote]
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				Title: <strong>Re: (3.5 D&amp;D Apotheosis) Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malixe</strong> on <strong>02-10-2015, 07:36:19</strong>
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				Whew, randomized groups? This seemed like a recipe for disaster; a slaughter-fest just waiting to happen. Some people here had doubtlessly come with their groups. Dynamics and friendships would doubtlessly be tested, not that it mattered to him. Sylvy had come alone, so really any help at all was a positive change... Or, well, in most cases. There were without doubt, some exceptions. The Teifling stepped forward, furrowing his brow and closing his eyes. One thing was certain, his name had better be in there, or he'd be serving a humans lifetime in prison...
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				Title: <strong>Re: (3.5 D&amp;D Apotheosis) Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>03-10-2015, 19:15:03</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When the half giant reached the head of the line, he saluted and introduced himself.&nbsp; “My name is Rowan.&nbsp; My companion Meg and I will represent the temple of Athena tonight.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once he was entered, the half giant looked around curiously at the contestants,&nbsp; wondering who he'd be paired with.&nbsp; (He couldn't resist his eyes lingering yearningly over a comely elfmaid...)&nbsp; 
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