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				Title: <strong>The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 23:30:05</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was as it the storm had never happened, the sky was blue without a cloud, the sun shining bringing light and warmth. The hiss of the waves rolling into the beach, the cries of sea birds and their land based cousins. The bird’s cries are what bring you out of your exhausted slumber. Your mind is filled with memories of the battle you fought with the raging sea and by the feel of the sand under you one you won.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;You are lying on a beach, in front of you is the beginning of a forest, trees becoming larger and denser the further they are from the beach. To the left and right of you can see the beach going out of sight. Scattered along the shore are parts of your ill fated ship, timbers, sails, the occasional bit of cargo, anything basically that would float.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;On a more sombre note you can see bodies littering the beach, some you hope will be alive. But others it is obvious are no longer alive as birds have descended upon them making free with the sea’s gift to them. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Behind you is a clear sea, the waves rolling gently towards the sea. The innocent face of the raging beast you saw last night. More importantly the sea is empty, no sails as far as you can see. It looks like you and any companion who also survived are here to stay for the moment.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 22:52:10</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He was alive, he thanked the Sea god for that and would sacrifice at his Temple for his good fortune. When the mast and come down and he had become entangled in the rigging he had thought he would breathe his last. But it had proved others wise, the mast part with him tied to it had ridden the waves like a rider on a buckling stallion.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His body ached and he was sure that his leg was broken by the shooting pains when he tried to move it. He began to try and undo the tangle of ropes around him. But they where sodden and his cold numbed fingers could get no where. Others most have survived as he had and they would be on this shore.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He heard movement and another thanks to the Sea God was on his lips as he turned his head to the trees that lined the shore. But his words died, it was no bedraggled survivor coming towards him. No it was a lizard, a giant lizard easily 6 feet long its tongue flickering as it advanced on the wounded prey.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Maruei, a hard-bitten tough seaman who had boasted he was scared of nothing began to scream like a woman as the lizard seemed to dart forward and seize his failing hand in its mouth. Was that the sound of his bones being crunched, his blood spurting out of the side of the lizard’s mouth? All he knew was that the pain was nothing like he had ever experienced and his screams got louder and higher pitched.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Koyume</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 23:36:28</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;The crashing of waves against rock, and rolling across a shore... The cawing of birds... Hoshiko heard these sounds, distantly at first, as she lay in the dark. Her consciousness had returned, and memories came back slowly- she remembered a great storm, the fierce rocking of the ship; she had been summoned from below-deck, and had with her only her sword, on a baldric tied around her torso, and the clothing on her back when she went up. She couldn't remember much else, but it was plain by the dull, aching pain in her limbs that she was still alive.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Finally opening her eyes, she slowly pulled herself up onto hands and knees and turned her gaze over the beach, taking in the splintered rubble of the ship floating in the sea, and the trees off the beach. Her clothing- a dark blue, knee-length tunic with a white blouse beneath, tall leather boots, and a silken white sash, was drenched and clung uncomfortably, and it felt like she had a bruise from lying on the scabbard of her sabre. She groaned and stood up shakily, feeling extremely indignant, at first, before a horrid scream made her recall that there were other survivors in worse shape than her.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;She ran in the direction of the screaming, gripping the hilt of her sword with one hand and searching madly for the cause of the terrible sound. As she moved, the faint ringing of chimes reassured her; she wore a simple necklace of small silver chimes, with a single, gleaming pearl in the middle. She believed it was a good-luck talisman of sorts, and was happy that it had survived with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 14:44:57</strong>
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				Deinos laid there quiet and motionless unbreathing as the gulls continued to surround the dead and the dying. Quietly one of the gulls came down towards the man wreathed in a heavy cloak and dusk green and brown leathers. The gull tried to get at the tenderized flesh of the man and when he felt the gull try and get through his armor. the man sprung to life having played dead for a short while to keep himself safe if predators and scavengers were near so he could surprise them, kill them and cook them later. The ranger was no stranger to survival and thus he played dead to catch a meal. Scavengers go for the dead and predators tend to avoid the dead after a long stretch of time. <br><br>Flipping over to get to his feet quickly enough. It scares the bird off and Deinos gets right to his feet readies the bow and tries to take aim before the bird could flee too far. The bowstring is drawn, arrow nocked and set loose in a moment. Deinos' aim is true as the bird is struck in the neck making it fall towards the beach once more, dead. Getting the arrow and the game it was then that he heard the screams of a man who wasn't faring as well as himself. Hence he ran to go and help him.<br><br><hr><br>Attack Roll: 20 (Natural) 13+7, = 20 <br>Roll Winess: http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3127783/ (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3127783/) ; http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3127785/ (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3127785/)<br><br>Damage Roll: 4+2 x3 = 18<br>Roll Result: http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3127791/ (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3127791/)<br><br>Survival Roll: 16+7 = 23<br>Roll Witness: http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3127787/ (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3127787/)<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 15:58:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Seagulls... We must be near land at last." Tavia thought to herself. Stretching her arms above her head she suddenly groaned in pain. That wasn't meant to happen. Then she realized her hands weren't meeting resistance. That wasn't meant to happen either. The cabin she'd been in for the past... she'd forgotten how long she'd been at sea for, though it almost like felt like a year, had been cramped, and therefore had been too small to be able to stretch as she was now. Rolling over, confused and in more pain, her hand sank into the sand. “Oh that can’t be good.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Standing up and shading her eyes from the glaring sun, she looked about the beach, the memories from the night before coming back to her. The storm, the panic, the screaming, the flying over the rails of the ship without a moment’s notice… She decided in that moment, standing apparently alone on the beach, that she hated ships with a passion.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Well at least I’m alive.” She said, looking down at her wet armour and even more sodden cloak. “Though wet armour and cloaks are <em>not</em> fun to wear.” Pulling the cloak off her shoulder she checked herself over, making sure that all her weapons at least were still in place. As she bent her head down to check the sword at her hip, her hair fell in front of her face. Another groan escaped her lips as she studied her hair, sword forgotten for the moment. “Salt water <em><strong>and </strong></em>sand!” She shouted to the world at large. “That’s really not good for my hair!” <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Grumbling and cursing her luck she suddenly heard an ear piercing scream. “Ok… Sounds like someone else is having a worse a time than me” Quickly checking her weapons were still there and usable, she drew her rapier, picked up her cloak and started off towards the scream. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 03:10:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/AvraeSheet.jpg)</div>Warmth was the first thing that niggled on Lairee's mind, heating across her back and calling her to conciousness. Her eyes snapped open, her face half buried in the sand before she pushed herself sharply to her feet, staggering as her head swam and her foot caught on a large lump of wood. Regaining her balance, she squinted in the glare of the sun as she looked around. Bringing her hands to her head as she raced through the memories that led her here, she winced at a bruise she found there, fingertips dislodging sand stuck to her head.<br><br>She had been on the deck of the ship when the storm struck, preferring it up there in the wind to the muggy, smelly cabin below. She only used it to sleep, for which she was more thankful now then ever that she need so little of it. She had been meditating as the winds had picked up and the clouds gathered. She had not been alarmed at first, unaware of the danger of a storm at sea but soon the scramble of the crew and the creaking stress of the timbers made the danger all too clear. She helped where she could until she was flung overboard, the ship starting to come apart under her feet.<br><br>Her memory of being in the sea was hazy. She remembered helping people to swim, pulling some onto bits of wood torn from the boat, helping one where he - or she? - had been tangled in rope... she could not say who she helped, not even if they were man or woman, was not entirely sure she would recognise any of them again, even if they survived... She remembered the pain well enough though, the huge wave that had sent her tumbling through the water, into a dark shape...<br><br>"Ow..." She winced again as her fingers worried around the edge of her bruise, trying to gauge the severity of it without a reflection. She had a headache, but at least she could feel no cut or caked blood...<br><br>Stepping forward she began to look through the rubble littering the shore, looking for survivors, her salt and sand laden clothing irritating her already. She was considering stepping back into the water just to be rid of the sand when a terrified scream tore across the shoreline drawing her attention. Snapping her gaze in that direction she saw people running towards what looked like a large reptile... and a man?<br><br>Breaking into a full sprint, fists at the ready, she raced to help.
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				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 17:47:20</strong>
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				Morgan wakes up and first thing is first she grabs her coverted staff, sees she has her mithral shirt on and then hopes the backpack cord was still tied to her and the air bladders and extra waterproofing worked. Sighing she sees her backpack is there and checks the contents dry food rations, healing potions and poison antitoxin, three daggers and such plus her emergency fund a pure one pound platinum bar.<br><br>Hearing the screams its frankly not her problem she carefully places the three daggers in the sheaths in her leather clothing two at the base of the neck hidden my ber hair and one in her cleavage right in front of her coin purse. Before she goes to the dead bodies and along the beach to look for things that could be useful clothing, wood for shelter, chests or other things that she might find useful. But keeps her quarterstaff handy if anything decides to attack her they are going to have to fight but she won't make trouble for herself.<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">GM: Take 10 on search to search the bodies and beach near her for things that could be useful including jewelry of value on the bodies wedding rings, earrings, bracelets, coins she will look also for chests or sail etc. Anything that would be useful she can move to a secure spot from her position under shade.</div></div>
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				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 23:51:55</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The lizard tore at the flesh of the prey, which had stopped flopping around now it had opened its belly and eaten the soft organs. Then its sense became aware that more of the same prey was approaching from different directions on the beach and it raised up it’s head its tongue flickering to gain their smell.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Hoshiko, Deinos, Tavia and Lairee approached the site of the screaming man they could see each other. At least they now knew that others had survived. Alas the person they had come to save had not. There was a spreading pool of blood around the unmoving body, the lizard although had stopped feeding and was by the body with its head raised sensing the air with its flickering tongue.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Although as they closed in they began to notice that there was something odd about the lizard, around the neck there was a what looked like a leather collar. Attached to the collar and trailing down to the floor was a length of rope, the end of which was jagged as if it had been snapped.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Slightly down the beach Morgan moved amongst the bodies, sea birds rising in squawking protest as she drove them away to loot the bodies.&nbsp; Some of the bodies where badly torn and damaged but she was used to the carnage of battle and her hands where steady as she checked each body.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As she moved from body to body she examined the flotsam littering the beach.&nbsp; Her endeavors produced a small collection of rings, coins and earrings along with some useful rope and a section of sail that could make a makeshift sunshade.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 01:07:23</strong>
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				Morgan pockets the items and moves the sail folded to the side with the rope then moves up the beach putting on her backpack to where the screams came from not overly in a hurry more a fast stride, and staying under cover mostly in case of thrown or ranged weapons not for stealth.<br><br>Seeing the man, the lizard and the others she will get behind a big rock or tree and figures there are four already there as a threat to the beast she opts to let them fight it, but takes up her quarterstaff just in case. No one there employed her and no use risking her life if this beast is taken down by others seemingly more heroic in nature she found heroism usually gets one killed or hurt withouth reward save maybe some cunt and gold can buy cunt far easier than bleeding for it.
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				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 02:49:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>The screams had stopped now. As Tavia drew closer to where she thought the screams had originated from she saw others running towards the same spot.&nbsp; “At least I’m not alone in this god forsaken place.” She thought. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Standing over a body, or what was left of it, was the form of a great lizard covered in what could only be the blood and gore of the body beneath it. Stopping at what she thought was out of snapping range, she peered closer at the lizard and noticed the leather around its neck and the rope hanging off it. “Well I’ll be damned… You couldn’t someone’s pet now could you?” She said out loud, holding her rapier out in front of her in case the beast lunged at her. “At least that would mean there are other people living here… But who would want you as a pet?!
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				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 03:01:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/AvraeSheet.jpg)</div>Lairee circled the giant lizard cautiously. There was no point trying to help the man now. He was dead, only the most powerful priests able to defy death could help him now.<br><br>She glanced at the Elf woman, Tavia, if she remember correctly from the ship. "I have no idea. No one I have ever met would want something like this... unless perhaps it is kept for display, not to be touched?" She disapproved of the thought, though she knew little about animals. It seemed cruel. At least a dog was, usually, willingly loyal and happy with its master.<br><br>"I do not want to risk fighting it out here if it can be helped. That man is too far gone for us to help, we have no supplies. If we are hurt, we may be too far from help."<br><br>She wanted to edge back from the reptile, but was unsure if doing so would provoke it to attack, either her or someone else. As it was she just kept her distance, watching in case of attack.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 04:19:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1108.photobucket.com/albums/h418/icsyhyat/40e8c4474627b711a671a193dbb59a47-1.jpg)</div>The water's arms are outstretched, inviting her to return.&nbsp; It is a mad lover, one that rages sometimes, but every other day is tender and kindly, generous... cradling, sating.<br>The water begs forgiveness for last night's fury.&nbsp; The water laps guiltily at the corpses on the beach, drags sand and water through their cold, stiffening limbs.&nbsp; Teases at the crabs that have begun their feasts, the trails of ants that form like signal arrows toward dead flesh.&nbsp; The water says, "see..?&nbsp; I'll make it better soon.&nbsp; I won't ever do that again."&nbsp; It is like the mad girl that stabbed Jax Scorbos in the thigh because he danced with Cala Vinzet...<br><br><i>Oh wait,</i> thinks Tivyrne, <i>that was me, before...</i><br><br>She is sitting in the shade of a broad-leafed palm.&nbsp; Her clothes are spread on the rock before her, and she is letting them dry while she waits in a torn shirt-- the only thing she found that was still white and clean in a trunk plucked from the sea... she'd also found a chain shirt. which she immediately spread to dry, knowing what seawater will do to iron and steel.&nbsp; She figures it has a half-week of life left, unless she can find oil to clean it.<br><br>She then hears the wind carry a high, clear note-- a bird perhaps.&nbsp; A distant gull.&nbsp; She listens... it persists.&nbsp; It is nothing but a man, she thinks... no island bird, no trick of madness... she is not alone.&nbsp; Her boots still sodden and limp, her black leathers ruined and scattered, she abandons the gear and runs. barefoot, toward the cry.&nbsp; The oversized white shirt trails behind her like a robe, gaping at the neck, but she doesn't care-- she stretches her bare legs and covers distance on the sand as quickly as she can.&nbsp; Then, she finds it-- there on the beach, a cluster of humanoids-- she's about to dive into the undergrowth when she recognizes a few figures-- people from the boat, people she studied from her quiet corner of the hold, people she had heard joke and seen grow seasick and shared meals with.&nbsp; <br><br>Sand plumes behind her as she runs to join them, carrying no spear, no arrows, no blade.
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				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 05:03:33</strong>
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				Deinos hearing the quickly approaching footsteps turns about to see whom approached and one by one they would show after the other. His eyes glanced over to the partially consumed man whom died a very horrific death being eaten alive by a giant lizard. Deinos had his bow nocked with an arrow but did not loose it just yet unless the beast attacks. <strong>"Could be from the ships cargo... or from the island itself. If it is then we are not as alone as we thought."</strong> Deinos looked at the obvious tracks the lizard made in the sand with its body and where it had come from just in case and he expected the others to be wise about this and not provoke the lizard unless it starts trying to make a meal out of them. 
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				Post by: <strong>Koyume</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 08:01:03</strong>
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				Hoshiko was a bit startled, at first, to find so many other survivors already on their feet and with weapons in hand. She recognized them; though she was shy and reserved by nature, the relatively cramped conditions of ship life did not allow her to avoid contact with others, and these were certainly some of the more notable individuals who shared her journey. She drew her sword in mid stride and took a position fifteen or twenty paces from the lizard-behemoth, forming a loose circle with the other four.<br><br>In six decades of life, Hoshiko had yet to find any pleasure in life-or-death combat; it meant pain and terror for all parties, and the end of a story for the defeated. When dealing with unreasoning minds, though, death was often unavoidable; if the beast was hungry enough, or if it were sufficiently provoked, it might attack them regardless of its odds. "I doubt it was in the ship's cargo; I certainly wasn't informed that we were traveling with such a thing at least. I suggest we don't block it between us, leave it plenty of space so it can flee if it chooses. If it comes to it we can always try to track it back to its home later... if it has loyalty to its owner." She adopted a focused stance, never taking her eyes off her enemy and holding her sword arm extended toward it; if it came at her she would deter it with a cut to its face and keep her distance from its claws and teeth.<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">Hoshiko draws her sword and activates Stance of Clarity and Dodge against the lizard. Her current AC is 19 against it, and 14 to an attack from anyone else.<br><br>She also attempts a Knowledge: Nature check to identify the lizard, but rolls 9 total.</div></div>
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				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 14:06:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>Tavia looked at the company of people around her. “So what do we do with it? Just let it run around, eat on of us maybe…&nbsp; Because I don’t really fancy that. And I’m sure none of you would much fancy that either.” She glares at the beast, grinning wickedly “Though I’m sure it would make a lovely handbag or two… Given the size, though I’m no craftsman, I’d say a nice pair of shoes to match. Could sell them for a small fortune!”
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				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 17:28:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1108.photobucket.com/albums/h418/icsyhyat/40e8c4474627b711a671a193dbb59a47-1.jpg)</div>Tivyrne takes in the scene, the sound of the dying man's screams, though from afar, replaying her head.&nbsp; The pale sand is stained with fresh, rich blood, and about his corpse are the marks of his thrashing, the rictus on his face of an agonizing death-- the grisly scene is clear "It ate him while he still lived," she says softly.&nbsp; This is, perhaps, the first time they heard her speak since she stepped onto the boat, and she's doubtfully even recognizable.&nbsp; Her cloak's long gone, and the salvaged shirt-- probably for a man twice her size-- looks more like a hastily-donned nightgown.&nbsp; "We must kill it, but perhaps we can follow it home first."
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				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 18:04:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/AvraeSheet.jpg)</div>The thought of civilised help was appealing. There were bodies here that would need tending to and something to aid their bruises would be most welcome. <br><br>"I would rather not kill it out of vengeance; Someone will almost certainly become injured if we do. Then what? Leave whomever that may be to bleed out on the sands? I will help fight it if you all insist but I do not think it will go well." She took a couple of steps back, deliberately ignoring the greedy sentiments from Tavia, not certain what to make of such a statement. <br><br>"But, I would be willing to try to follow it from a distance if it will lead us to possible help." It looked fast, she didn't know if she could keep up but she could try.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 18:13:48</strong>
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				"If I fight this thing what is in it for me, there are (counts) enough of you to fight this thing and I fight only if paid I'll do so for ,one hundred gold, payable later in cash or trade of services say 5gp per lay with the women if you like - I would choose fast is confused but might attack.," a human woman with a fine quarterstaff and a mithral shirt is behind a tree just coming out a bit to talk. She is a warrior by her demeanor but not a knight you heard a mercenary won a fistfight with a sailor for some coin on the ship, without getting hurt much. Its clear she won't fight at the moment without payment being on the table.<br><br>She puts up a leather hood with mithral on it over her head just in case she gets a contract from one of the parties near the lizard.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 18:19:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The young woman turns her face slightly to the other unarmed woman, nodding in assent.&nbsp; "That's true, but... it eats people alive."&nbsp; She shakes her head softly.&nbsp; "Beasts that do that will do so again.&nbsp; She sets her teeth and banishes the distraction-- focus is required.&nbsp; They will need fresh water first, then food and shelter.&nbsp; Meeting Tavia's eyes, she nods just a bit.&nbsp; "I don't fancy letting it run around and eat any of us, either."&nbsp; She notes that Hoshiko is armed as well... and looks competent at it.<br><br>"We must also consider that anything keeping such a beast <em>may </em>be worse than the animal itself."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 19:31:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“I agree. Someone keeping this as a pet can’t be someone you’d want to dance with.” Tavia looked at the scantily clad woman before her with a quizzical eye. “But do you personally want to wrestle with it with no armour and no weapon… Not unless you have something hidden under that very fetching shirt or yours.” She added, grinning playfully. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“As for what’s in it for you missy,” She said archly to the woman who had appeared by the trees. “You get to be not eaten. How’s that for payment?”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 22:58:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For those of Elven stock there is a high pitched sound that rises and falls in a pattern. The lizard flicks its tongue faster and at the same time turns its head from side to side as if debating whether or not to leave its meal.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then the high pitched sound repeats its self and the lizard begins to move, retracing its steps back into the jungle.<br>The impression it seems to give that it is on its way somewhere in response to the high pitched sound.<br><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;(If no one attacks the lizard then it will disappear into the jungle. Tracking it if you wish too is easy.)<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Koyume</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 23:20:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hoshiko inhaled and exhaled slowly, carefully controlling her breath as the tense situation seemed to pass with the great lizard lumbering away toward the jungle. She didn't take her eyes off it for a second though- not yet. Mentally repeating everything that had been said, she smiled faintly. The young human woman ought to have known that any of them having money on their person was unlikely, certainly Hoshiko had none, anyway. Despite having lived a deceptively long life, Hoshiko had had little opportunity to engage in lewd behaviours, and as such was still a maiden; she was certainly not about to sell her first erotic encounter to some grungy mercenary-girl for help in a fight.<br><br>"I don't know, personally I'd be rather curious to meet the person who kept such things as pets. For now though, I think a better priority would be to see if anyone else is alive, and if there's anything we can salvage from the ship's cargo."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 23:44:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Deinos looked on for the moment at the debate and then to the lizard that was moving back into the woods. Also at the one whom demands payment for anything. He didn't turn around and had no reason to do so. Seeing as how they were in a survival situation he thinks things over since the situation was not in her favor. <strong>"Do you know how to live out here for days or even weeks at a time beyond civilization miss? Somehow I doubt that and good luck finding a use for all that gold in a place like this."</strong> Deinos walks over and promptly began to work on the matter of removing the rope from the dead man. It still had use after all and in a situation like this that bloody rope could be useful. He waited to see if the others cared to follow the lizard or not.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>31-07-2011, 01:09:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well its going away so there is no need to fight for now, I don't pick fights unless I get paid or have to defend myself for me this weapon is my work so I just hope to find an employer for it here. Odds are people live here of some sort that lizard has a collar on it.," walking forward a few steps she looks at the creature as it leaves.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>31-07-2011, 02:06:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/AvraeSheet.jpg)</div>Lairee balanced then blushed in shock at the woman with the quarterstaff and mail shirt. That she refused to help unless... The concept and attitude were almost alien to her. She understood the basics of sex, knew that some times it was traded for coin but had never, ever, come face to face with the concept like this. Given the situation, she found it appalling. She opened her mouth to speak, stumbled over her thoughts for a moment then gave up and snapped her moth closed with a snap.<br><br>Watching the lizard as it began to head back to the forest, determination set in. She listened to the others, she made up her mind.<br><br>"Even if it's owners are unfriendly, I do not have to meet them... do what you will but I will follow it, then return here. Just to see where it goes..."<br><br>If nothing else, it gave her an excuse to get away and focus on something to clear her mind.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>31-07-2011, 02:25:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Deinos didn't even comment on the whole trade sex for the woman's sword. Regarding the circumstances it was downright deplorable even for someone like him. However he ignores this fact for now figuring that the one woman with the shaved head could at least use some help on the matter. However he looked to the remaining people, the one who were named Hoshiko, Tivyrne and Tavia. Placing the rope down on the sand for them he would speak up. <strong>"Im going to go with her. Since you three wish to salvage and find what you can, then make sure that afterwards you place the bodies back into the sea and turn the bloody sand over into the ocean. That way nothing bigger will be attracted to the smell. Cut the stray sails&nbsp; and tie them up over five large poles of wood, then clear out the under brush then make an elevated platform underneath. That will be the shelter for us come this night."</strong> <br><br>The ranger immediately was taking charge of the situation so that they were more organized and should they follow his guidelines it would be much more easier for them as a group to last out here. In the meantime whilst they scavenge the ranger would keep Lairee company and help her track the lizard. Staying low so that as they moved he would be less likely to be seen.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Koyume</strong> on <strong>31-07-2011, 04:18:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hoshiko made a strong effort to recall everyone's names and commit them to memory. Deinos, a man clearly skilled in woodcraft. Lairee, a young ascetic; a monk. Tavia, an elf; she carried a sword, so Hoshiko assumed she knew how to use it. Morgan, a human mercenary, with a slightly uncommon choice of weaponry. And finally... Tivyrne? She was a tall and physically adept young woman, but Hoshiko didn't know if she could actually fight, or had any other useful skills.<br><br>"Just a moment! If you're bent on following it now, then at least leave a clear trail behind you; I'm going to see if I can save any of the ship's crew, but I'd love to find out who else lives here as well. I'll try to catch up with you; those other things can probably wait an hour or two anyway, right? And if it comes to it, I can work in the dark just fine." In truth, the whole experience shook her a bit; the destruction and death left in the storm's wake, and the thought of having to live away from any civilization, in a land of huge, man-eating lizards... It could have been a lot worse though, and she could certainly have been surrounded by less competent individuals, or none at all. In the end, her natural curiosity and thirst for adventure greatly overpowered any fear and doubt she might have had, at least at this juncture.<br><br>"Ah! And one more thing- before anyone does anything else, I can at least make everyone more comfortable. Allow me to cast a simple spell, and I can remove the sand and sea-water from your clothing and bodies. It'll just take a few seconds."<br><br>Hoshiko makes a series of simple gestures and intones a few arcane words, moving her hands over herself and instantly causing her hair and clothes to dry and become supple, and the gritty sand clinging to her skin to lose its grip and slide off uncannily. No longer heavy and stiff with salt water, the girl's clothes rippled freely in the breeze, and she took a moment to close her eyes and stretch happily in the sun. Then she moved to anyone else willing, intoning the same cantrip for everyone else.<br><br>Afterward, she searches up and down the shore for anyone who looks like they might be alive, and attempts to at least stop their bleeding or otherwise aid them in simple ways.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hoshiko casts Prestidigitation, allowing her to perform various minor effects for the next hour.<br><br>http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD:Prestidigitation (http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD:Prestidigitation)<br><br>Spot check to notice potential survivors: 18 total (17 roll+ 1)<br><br>Heal check to save anyone she comes across: 25 (17 roll+ 8)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>31-07-2011, 07:38:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tivyrne clenches her teeth at the orders from Deinos.&nbsp; The mission seems stupid, foolhardy... if they meet that beast in confrontation, two may not be enough to stop it.&nbsp; Or its master..?&nbsp; <br><br>She glances back at Tavia, her green eyes fixing on the long-eared elven... or half elven... young woman, remembering the casual grace that the young woman had displayed and wondering, perhaps, if she too would be of use for this kind of thing... she has the poise and demeanor of one well-made for this kind of mission.&nbsp; So do the shorn-headed woman and the archer... but when she turns back to the ranger and Lairee, her breasts rising and falling with a frustrated sigh, she nods at Hoshiko's word.&nbsp; "We'll follow soon."<br><br>At that, the young woman turns on her heel, the sand hardly impeding her progress.&nbsp; "I'm going to fetch what I found up the beach.&nbsp; I'll drag back what I find.&nbsp; Best make good time..."&nbsp; She takes to a steady jog, the shirt trailing up behind her in the ocean breeze.&nbsp; She will fetch the salvaged armor, and-- if she can-- drag back anything else of use.&nbsp; If nothing of real value can be found, she'll shoulder a corpse and bring it for burial.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>31-07-2011, 15:16:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I might as well follow the creature I took what I could from the dead and you will find sail and rope on the beach by a big trio of trees thought it might be useful. And I would likely have helped just wanted to get with the fine looking women thought one of you would cut a deal so I would just have bedroll rights for awhile. (she laughs) As for the dead why not leave them the gulls and beasts less a threat will take care of them and a good storm would wash the bodies into the sea again, they are dead their souls are with their gods. As for this lizards master I'm a mercenary not a saint a job is a job paladin knight errant or a tyrant its all the same to me.," she decides to go with them seems the sensible option but before going ties a white bit of sail to her staff a gesture of peace and parlay ties in the mercenary fashion to show she is not attached yet and for hire the triple knot.<br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>31-07-2011, 17:32:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Well that thing is going back to whatever it calls a master I reckon, judging by that noise and its reaction.” Said Tavia, nodding in the direction of the sound. “Two, or indeed three if you care to help, should hopefully be fine against the lizard. If they come across its master I’m not so sure. In the meantime, while they are following it we really should do as Deions mentioned. I’m no survivalist, but we need food, water and shelter if we’re going to make it here. None of us know what is here, bar maybe one person and their strange pet, nor do we know how big a place this is or where to go.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Looking at her clothes she motions to Hoshiko. “That’s a neat trick you just did. Fancy doing me? These clothes are driving me nuts!” <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Walking with Hoshiko across the beach Tavia searches for survivors and items of use (or value), doing as Deions mentioned and throwing the dead and blooded sand back into the sea as she searches. <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">Roll Result: Stia rolled: 1d20, adding 9to the total<br>Comment: <strong>Spot wounded people on the beach.</strong> <br>Result: 20, <br>Total: <strong>29</strong><br><br>Roll Result: Stia rolled: 1d20, adding 10to the total<br>Comment: <strong>Searches for items of use or value</strong><br>Result: 8, <br>Total: <strong>18</strong><br><br>Roll Result: Stia rolled: 1d20, adding 1to the total<br>Comment: <strong>Survival </strong><br>Result: 12, <br>Total: <strong>13</strong><br></div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>31-07-2011, 22:13:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"We're not engaging the lizard but we are going to see just where it goes then double back."</strong> He said to make this perfectly clear since he wasn't going to risk his neck with just two people even three. That just sounded absolutely suicidal. Especially if this was some kind of monsterous humanoid. In the meantime Deinos would stay low and&nbsp; begin tracking whilst staying quiet and also staying out of sight.<br><br><hr><br>Move Silently<br>Roll Result: 15+3 = 18<br>Roll Witness: http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3132142/ (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3132142/)<br><br>Hide in Shadows<br>Roll Result: 19+8 = 27<br>Roll Witness: http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3132144/ (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3132144/)<br><br>Survival (Track) <br>Roll Result: 17+7 = 24<br>Roll Witness: http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3132148/ (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3132148/)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>31-07-2011, 23:51:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Deinos, Lairee, Morgan follow the Lizard.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The jungle gets denser as the three of them followed the lizard along a game trail. It either did not notice them following or maybe just did not care. As they pushed deeper along the trial on the wind they could smell cooking smells.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The trees suddenly gave way to a shallow river of around ten feet across. On the other side of the river there was a clearing which contain several huts, several woman and children can be seen doing domestic tasks including the cooking that you can smell.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Around the huts is a fairly ramshackle fencing around six feet in height and on the outside of this fence you can see three large reptilian humanoids with spears patrolling.&nbsp; The lizard swims across the water and heads towards one of the Humanoids. There seems to be some kind of interchange before the Humanoid grasps the trailing rope and walks the lizard over to a tree where it attaches the lizard to another rope and then goes back to patrolling.<br>&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Hoshiko, Tivyrne, Tavia explore the beach.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sadly as the trio search along the beach all the bodies they find have been drowned or battered to death against rocks or parts of the ship.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;They do however find some useful things, rope, and parts of the sails, lengths of wood that once dried they can use for firewood or making crude shelters. As Tavia and Hoshiko move along the beach they see that a shallow river empties itself into the sea. There is a face down body seemingly stuck on the edge of the river, swaying gently in the current. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As they approach what they first assumed was a small adult turns out to be a child, a boy of about ten. One thing they do know is that their where no children on board the ship and that it was not a natural death. There is the snapped off head of a javelin in the boys back.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 00:05:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay, I'm Morgan by the way these are non-combatants with trained lizards I suggest no rash actions I assume their men are around and maybe watching us and we are not sure of their intent. My suggestion go out into the open and sit where they can see us but not make any hostile actions likely they will summon a leader perhaps we can parlay. Just my thoughts on this but I don't fight unarmed people not fighting me back I'm still a warrior with honor in my work. If we appear a threat and skulk around they might act against us out of fear.," Morgan says and looks to the other two people with her but she really would like to make a good impression they seem peaceful so far the lizard seems a guardian like a large war dog. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 00:08:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As they search, Tivyrne pauses at the place she first landed to recover her now-dried-- or, well, close enough-- breeches and boots, as well as the chain shirt.&nbsp; She seems unconcerned about their proximity as she dresses, but later she watches both Hoshiko and Tavia with care as they explore the beach.<br><br>At their grim discovery, she sets her teeth in anger at the sight of the dead boy, and moves to lift him from the water's edge... despite her earlier, strange appearance, the tall woman seems physically capable of this... sure footed, fast, and careful.&nbsp; She checks the boy and weapon for any sign of their origin, or any hint of how long he has been dead.&nbsp; "Whatever is in this land," she says as she eases the boy into a nest of foliage to rest, "It is evil."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 05:24:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As they moved he heard Morgan speak her mind. Deinos actually placed two fingers to his lips to silence her afterwards since. When they got there Deinos would look at what he was witnessing. Deinos looked on at the lizard humanoids that had leashed the pet lizard. Heavy Javelins and such in hand and were patrolling the area. He shook his head to Morgan as if her plan was not a smart idea in this mindset since whilst the women and childern were about there were also monsterous humanoids patrolling the village. Best to turn back and regroup. The ranger places a hand up and points back the way they came to indicate this. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 13:42:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>“It certainly doesn’t look promising now does it.” Said Tavia, bending down to look at the small boy. “Who would do such a thing to a child?” Pushing herself back up, she found a rock near the river bed and sat down upon it, hanging her head and kicking at the sand with a toe. “Death is one thing, but to kill a child? What would be the need?” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 17:03:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lairee did not know what she was looking at. Were the reptilian humanoids friendly guards or were they hostile warders keeping the people within prisoner? She couldn't see any men around but they may be out hunting or they could be dead or kept elsewhere. There was no way to know. With that in mind she frowned slightly at Morgan thinking the risk too great, shaking her head slightly in the negative. <br><br>She was in full agreement when the other man motioned for silence and a retreat, nodding and beginning to fall back with as much stealth as she could muster. Perhaps as a group they could find other clues as to what was going on here, later.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 17:56:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman with pale blond hair lay as if dead for some time, in her mind all that she could hear was the sound of the waves , all she could smell was the sea, the salt yes , the salt… she could even taste that on her tongue. Her face was wet…but not a fresh wet there a smell now of meat and ht breath as her ‘sister’ tried to wake her up. <em>Oh the joy of dog breath </em>.<br><br>Asfrid blinked her pale eyes open and tried hard to take in the scene using her staff to slowly aid her to her feet. She was still a little shaky but was at least alive, and it seemed ‘snow paw’ was well too.&nbsp; However she kept her sister close and took things in for the moment trying to understand that which was going on. It seemed many had giving to the lad or the sea but there were a few like her that breathed with life.<br><br>For the present though it was worthwhile to take in that which was about her, no less than the seemingly threatening creature. Her head still a little cloudy meant she would have to take a little time….<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>03-08-2011, 23:53:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Leaving the village by the river behind them the three made their way back to the beach without incident. Arriving there they can see the others clustered around what seems to be a dead body by a river. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;From the relative position it would seem that it was the same river that the village was on emptying it’s self into the sea.<br>&nbsp;<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>04-08-2011, 15:54:10</strong>
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				Tivyrne steps away from the fallen boy, wiping the back of her hand over her face as if to clear a trickle of sweat-- or, rather, to hide emotion.&nbsp; She holds the weapon that had pierced and killed the boy, studying its make.&nbsp; She checks his body for any sign of where he lived-- if he was well cared for, if his garments had been many-times mended or if they were rarely worn, what material they are made from.&nbsp; She studies these things and focuses on memorizing every detail of these things, hoping to understand them later.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">checks</div><div class="spoiler_body">Autohynosis to memorize, focus: At 2011-08-04 08:44:12, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 16 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30562)</div></div>Search: At 2011-08-04 08:46:22, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a7 Result: 24 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30563)<br><br>When the others return, she has moved on to finding material-- hopefully a torn sail, a waterlogged cloak from, or piece of canvas and rope-- to protect his body until they can return it to his people.&nbsp; Once he's shrouded, she wraps the body in the remains of rope and ties them well enough to keep out scavengers.<br><br>"Alright," she says softly, seeming to gravitate toward Tavia-- perhaps as she's the only other one to react to the body.&nbsp; She studies the others as they approach.&nbsp; "What did you find?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Koyume</strong> on <strong>07-08-2011, 20:43:02</strong>
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				Hoshiko's eyes widened as she finally jogged up to the river where Tavia and Tivyrne stood, looking at something. A body... that of a child, presumably. She took it in and thought for a moment, her mind sifting through dark thoughts. She nodded in response to the comments of the other two women. "Indeed. It seems plain enough that he was murdered; I doubt there was a fight involved. An escaping slave? A rebellious child, from some particularly barbaric human tribe? I don't know..." <br><br>As the others returned from the jungle, she eagerly anticipated their news beside Tivyrne.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>07-08-2011, 23:32:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/AvraeSheet.jpg)</div>Emerging onto the beach, thinking about what they had seen, Lairee didn't notice everyone else until the absence of living persons on the beach in front of her caused her to look around in a moment of mild alarm. Seeing the stream further along and the gathering around it she picked up the pace again as she made her way over to them, curious and relieved they had not gone. <br><br>The relief faded into surprise alarm and horror as she saw the body. At first she though - hoped - it was a halfling, but no, it was a child. She ran the last few steps before it became painfully obvious that the child was dead. A kind of numbness leached out what she had been feeling before as she walked closer, seeing the looks on the faces of the others.<br><br>She looked over his clothes and the weapon that killed him before his body is wrapped, to see if either matched what they had seen at the camp. As she did so, she said, "The lizard ran back to a crude, walled village. Inside were human woman and children, performing domestic tasks. Outside the wall were tall reptilian humanoids, holding spears. The lizard seemed to be their guard dog. I... I do not know if there were there to contain the human as enslavers, or if they were just protecting them from the jungle. There was no way to tell without getting closer or staying too long."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>08-08-2011, 18:13:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“I reckon it’s not too far a jump to say that they are prison keepers at the very least.” Said Tavia, looking down at the body now wrapped. “I’d guess the boy snuck out and they followed him. Killed him for escaping.” Getting up off her rock she walks down the beach a little to stand at the water line, eyes questing over the horizon and the empty sea. “Well, at least we know we are not alone in this land. As for good and evil… likely we’ll find both here and everything else in between. Just as you would in any other land.” <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Turning sharply, her hands on her hips and her feet planted squarely in the sand she looks each person gathered directly in the eye, her gaze steely even though her own thoughts were uncertain. “So what’s it to be then?!” She half barks as she looks at them, “Do we save the people of the land from their captors or do we just save ourselves?!” Not bothering to wait for a reply she turns on her heel again and storms off down the beach, away from the wreckage of the boat and its survivors. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Within moments she comes to a stop, her heart racing and breath shallow. She throws herself onto the sand at the water’s edge, drawing her knees up to her chest so she can rest her chin on them. “Just like a child sometimes.” she says quietly to herself. “These out bursts won’t do any good right now you know.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>08-08-2011, 18:29:29</strong>
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				Drawing back a bit in shock at Tavia's response, Tivyrne sets her jaw and meets her gaze.&nbsp; When she marches off, the young woman lowers her gaze.&nbsp; Of course, she feels the same way.&nbsp; She leaves the boy's body and folds her arms over her breasts, glancing up at the others.&nbsp; She makes no move to follow Tavia, not yet.<br><br>"She's right," the young woman says.&nbsp; "It sounds like slavers, but... a whole village?" she shakes her head slowly.&nbsp; "Look, you all seem competent, ready to fight I am certain, but can we face unknown numbers?"&nbsp; Swallowing, she rests the back of her wrist over her eyes to shield them, still stinging with unshed tears, from the sun's glare.<br><br>"First thing's first.&nbsp; Take water from the river.&nbsp; We need food and shelters."&nbsp; Her eyes are the same shade of green as the sea she stares into.&nbsp; "Tonight, we should take one of them... quietly.&nbsp; Find out the truth."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Koyume</strong> on <strong>10-08-2011, 21:23:01</strong>
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				Hoshiko listened and thought, as she stared out at the roiling sea with one hand on her chin. Her petiteness and generally childish appearance marked a strange contrast with her mature and thoughtful demeanor. "I agree," she said at last, "we should neither fight nor attempt to negotiate with the locals until we know far more than we do. I, at least, am willing to help with the capture of one of the villagers, and though the chill of night does not bother me, I am nonetheless happy to assist with setting up shelter; I only hope that we will not need to rely on it for long. How should we go about getting food?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>12-08-2011, 11:55:01</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/4842499968_952c5df0bc.jpg)</div> <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://static.wix.com/media/47dcf38083981d7e36025d6396104aa9.wix_mp)</div><br>The pale haired woman approached slowly the large timber wolf at her side drew in close to her. If the truth be told it looked more dangerous than her she was dressed in simple clothes and bore what appeared to be a simple staff.<br><br>She drew a little closer to the group seemingly rather shy, having followed the group without speaking. After swallowing hard and plucking up courage to make some sort of communications outside those she usually Asfrid finally spoke. “I was on the ship…with you I think, I am still … confused a little. Would you mind if I travelled with you?” she cast her eyes downward. “I am more than…I think I was hit upon the head…I feel like I have?”<br><br>It was then she blinked “I am unsure at all that has happened? I really am not normally this foolish.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>13-08-2011, 00:54:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/AvraeSheet.jpg)</div>Lairee had to -reluctantly- agree with Tavia, even though she preferred not look at the bad until the good had been eliminated. It seemed likely. Still, so long as no one is hurt then it would be good to find someone to gain more information off. Her eyes widened in surprise at the elf's outburst. Stress perhaps?<br><br>Nodding numbly to suggestion to gather supplies for tonight then gather information, she crouched by the body to say a small blessing. An old tradition her monastery had preformed for both themselves and nearby villages when priests had been unavailable. "Spirits path be true, peace and new life upon you."<br><br>Sighing, sitting back on her heels, she replied to Hoshiko and Tivyrne, "I will help too. We need to know."<br><br>Crouched on the sand, preoccupied by the body, she startled at the sound of another voice. Standing, spinning on the spot she fell into a defensive stance automatically but relaxed it almost immediately, a little embarrassed, as the woman was clearly friendly - and after a moment for her mind to catch up, recognisable. It was quite surprising that the Druid's wolf had survived.<br><br>"Asfred? Sorry, Asfrid." She smiled thinly. "A storm hit us, tore the ship to pieces. Believe me, you are not the only one battered after that." She waved her hand at the darkening bruise visible on her own shorn head. She knew better then to touch it. "As far as I am concerned, you are more then welcome to join us. I think we are going to need all the help we can get."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>13-08-2011, 17:42:13</strong>
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				Tivyrne allows Tavia a moment of solitude, and though her instinct is to attempt to be of consolation, she knows that grief can be tender, and any contact too soon can cause pain, or rage, or both.&nbsp; She waits, for now.<br><br>At the approach of another woman, she nods in welcome to the flaxen-haired girl, extending a glass bottle of tepid, but clean, water toward her.&nbsp; She provides her name, and a slight smile.&nbsp; "You should sit in the shade for a bit... we've all been through the hells, and if you're hurt, you don't need to be suffering in this sun."&nbsp; Mindful of the wolf, but sensing perhaps that a kindness to one is a kindness to both, she simply maintains a casual stance so as not to raise the wolf's ire.<br><br>She gestures to the shade of a wide-frond palm, then accompanies the woman a few steps to that shady spot to relate what they know.&nbsp; Breaking off a broad leaf, she makes a little puddle of water in it for the wolf, then lets the woman take the bottle. "Careful not to lose it... the fresh water's there..." she gestures with a tip of her head.<br><br>She describes the story that Lairee and the others related, and the body they found, and relates the details of the massive lizard that ate the sailor alive on the beach.&nbsp; "Whatever the result, I think it clear that we need to be careful.&nbsp; If you can aid us, please do, be it via defense, building shelters, finding food... perhaps your companion there may be of aid."&nbsp; She watches respectfully, perhaps a tinge of curiosity in that the woman AND her wolf survived the seas intact, but then steps back.&nbsp; "We'll speak more shortly... if you will excuse me a moment."<br><br>Hoping, despite having been raised with little in the way of personal counsel, that she can possibly do right in this, she approaches Tavia and stops a respectful distance back.&nbsp; "I won't intrude, unless you wish to speak," she says softly, waiting for the young woman's acknowledgement.&nbsp; Whether it comes or not, after a moment's pause, she continues.&nbsp; "I will help."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>14-08-2011, 14:50:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tavia glances up at Tivyrne as she speaks but looks towards the sea again quickly. After a moment’s pause she gestures to the sand next to her, inviting the other woman to sit with her. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Sorry,” She says quietly. “I guess things are just getting to me a little. First the ship, then the wreckage, now the boy and everything to do with this damn island…” She shakes her head. “I’m way out of my comfort zone, and I wasn’t really in it when I first got on the ship as it was.” <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She thumps her forehead onto her knees in dismay. “God, I can be such a child at times. No wonder my family are sending me away. Fed up with my ‘night time activities’ mostly, though the outbursts don’t help. They get on everyone’s nerves.” <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She glances at Tivyrne again, a slight blush on her face and tries to smile. Failing, Tavia looks out to sea, the waves giving her something else to look at. She hated being so childish at times. She’d never really been able to control her outbursts though, whether they’d been in anger, hatred, sadness or passion, or anything else that provoked her. Now, in an unknown land in the middle of who knows where, she was lost not only in body but in mind as well.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>14-08-2011, 16:13:02</strong>
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				Her soft, leather boots soundless in the sand, Tivyrne steps up and crouches next to Tavia, then sits lightly on the sand.&nbsp; The difference in their statures-- glaringly apparent when they both stood-- seems to dissipate when they sit side-by-side.&nbsp; The auburn-haired woman listens, watching Tavia's eyes as she speaks.&nbsp; The human girl can't help but remark how Tavia's eyes are colored like mirrors of the sea she studies.<br><br>"I don't think anyone faults you for speaking your mind."&nbsp; Her eyes narrow with curiosity and she gives a wry smile at the mention of 'night-time activities,' making a mental note to inquire about that later.&nbsp; "Especially not in these circumstances... but you're not alone in this."&nbsp; The young human woman shrugs and rubs away a sweat-streak with her shoulder.&nbsp; "We're lost, and we're in danger... but believe me, we're sticking together on this.&nbsp; Outbursts or no... gods willing, as long as we're not sneaking up on someone-- you can scream it out, break things, curse a blue streak, roll in the sand if you like."&nbsp; She grins a little at that, but the mirth fades.&nbsp; "Forgive me.&nbsp; I'm as much a stranger to you as those reptiles are, I know.&nbsp; But... if you weren't moved by the death of a child, I would be worried.&nbsp; Only those with no heart don't know that pain."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>15-08-2011, 00:23:42</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/4842499968_952c5df0bc.jpg)</div> <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://static.wix.com/media/47dcf38083981d7e36025d6396104aa9.wix_mp)</div><br>This young pale woman seemed very much to appreciate the help that some of the other women had offered. As well as the water the kind words were returned with a good deal of gratitude.&nbsp; The water was shared with her sister, well her sister being the wolf. It like her had both been dehydrated and needed the liquid.<br><br>She watched all the others from beneath the shade, listening to the various voices around. The druid finally stood up still a little shakily, trying to piece together the story that had been told to her by the others, as well as that which she remembered.<br><br>It was then that she called to the bald female who like her was suffering from a head would. “I can offer some healing, it might aid your head wound, I am sure you will feel better. Is anyone else in pain, I am not an expert but I have some talents. Well talents that have been offered by the gods as well as training."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>15-08-2011, 01:02:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/AvraeSheet.jpg)</div>Lieree sighed with a broad smile. "You can heal? That sounds wonderful! I would be very grateful for your help." Her head had been pounding steadily in what was fast becoming a painful headache as the day crawled on. Not to mention the array of more minor cuts and bruises that covered her like an unfriendly blanket.<br><br>Glancing over to where Tivyrne and Tavia were sat, she then nodded to Hoshiko before smiling sadly and walking away from the body. Sitting under the shade of a tree, she crossed her legs under her. "So, we rest and recuperate for a bit," she smiled and nodded to the Druid, "then gather supplies for tonight."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>15-08-2011, 12:13:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“That’s very true. And going by my reactions, you know I’m full of heart.” Tavia laughs slightly, shaking her hair out of her face. “As for being a stranger… You don’t seem to be keeping a whole village in some sort of prison, and you don’t have scales…“ She looks at the other woman from the corner of her eye, remembering her first encounter.&nbsp; Clad in a very lose shirt and nothing else, it left nothing, or everything, to the imagination. “Or at least none that I saw, so that makes you ok in my books.” <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Standing up she lifts her arms above her head, rolling her shoulders in a long stretch. Then groaning a little in both pleasure and pain she arches her back, trying to loosen it a little. The wreck of the ship and her time in the sea, not to mention her sulking, had left her feeling knotted and tense and far too tired for any kind of work, but she knew she had do something otherwise survival was slim. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Well, I’m sure that didn’t help my muscles any, but I feel better for it so I guess that’s something.” She said, turning and offering a hand to TIvyrne. “Shall we stop being so reclusive and join the others? Get some work done and see if we can survive the night?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>15-08-2011, 13:49:48</strong>
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				At Tavia's observation, the human woman remembers how she first rejoined the others and flushes very slightly.&nbsp; She almost manages to disguise it by turning her attention to the beach as if something there might sneak up on her.&nbsp; Then, when the elven woman stands and stretches languidly, Tivyrne has just turned back to speak-- whatever she was about to say is lost and she simply opens her silent mouth then snaps it shut again, turns toward the ocean, then cuts her eyes back to study Tavia askance.<br><br>She then smiles in gratitude, the gesture absent and enthusiastic, and accepts Tavia's hand.&nbsp; "Right.&nbsp; Let's."&nbsp; She stands, suddenly becoming a full foot taller than the elven woman and grins sheepishly.&nbsp; Clearing her throat, she turns toward the group.&nbsp; "Alright then..." she accompanies the elf for the short walk to the others and nods in greeting to them.&nbsp; <br><br>Once they're close enough to converse, she turns to Hoshiko, Lairee, Tavia, and the druid.&nbsp; "Alright... is everyone okay for the moment?&nbsp; Is there anything else we need?&nbsp; Hoshiko, you said you'd help with taking one of them... I will help if I can, and I'm guessing that some others move well under cover of darkness, right?&nbsp; We can discuss that shortly..." she studies the druid, noting again the surprising presence of the wolf-- a wild animal, sure, but at least not a scaly one.&nbsp; "I didn't catch your name, missus?" she asks of the druid.&nbsp; "Are you able to walk, or do you need more rest?"<br><br>*<br>((I think we're ready to start whenever, how do you want to handle this, grovercjuk?))
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>15-08-2011, 16:00:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tavia chuckles at Tivyrne’s words. “I’m guessing you didn’t miss the ‘night-time activities’ comment then. Yes, I move quite well under the cover of darkness. Part and parcel of the trade one might say.” She folds her arms across her chest, her stance easy and looks about her at the people gathered and notices the new comer and a wolf. The wolf was clearly a companion of the new comer, who, looking as battered as everyone else must have come from the ship as well. She found it extraordinary that the wolf would have survived the sea when so few people had not. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Names Tavia.” She said, nodding to the new comer. “And you are? Either way it’s nice to see that more people survived the ship. Looks like we’ll need all the help we can get to survive this place. I don’t like it at all.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>16-08-2011, 22:59:14</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The night is alive with rustlings as the group followed the shallow river back into the trees. The soft burbling of it was their guide as various features moved them away from the actual riverbank. Eventually they reached the edge of the clearing and looked across at it.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There where lights from the huts and people where moving around between the huts. Outside one of the reptilian humanoids is rather listlessly patrolling the fence whilst the other two where clustered around a fire seemingly talking to each other. A large lump by a nearby tree is presumably the lizard you saw on the beach before.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As you watch something strike’s you, both now and in your earlier visit. Women of all ages and boys no older than 5 or 6 only occupy the village. There is no sign of the older boys or the men folk.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>17-08-2011, 00:15:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>Brushing back leaves slowly and quietly to get a better view, Tavia peers at the reptilian humanoids and the camp that sits behind them. “Well that doesn’t bode well…” She says in an extremely quiet whisper. “That defiantly looks like a prison camp to me. Where are all the males?<br><br>She looks towards the others, trying to gage their reactions in the dark. Her muscles start to twitch slightly as both her body and mind begin to itch, wanting to do something, to make a move. But, seeming she doesn’t know what move to make, she waits. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>17-08-2011, 15:56:15</strong>
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				Shaking her head in response to Tavia, Tivyrne seems equally at a loss.&nbsp; She has no desire to wage battle and slay beings she doesn't understand, but all the signs hint that they are enslaving women and children.&nbsp; <br><br>She edges closer in the darkness of the treeline until the rogue can hear her breathe.&nbsp; "Those children come from somewhere," she mouths all but silently.&nbsp; "We must get him first, quiet and quick if we can.&nbsp; You others--" she gestures, "be ready to fight those two."&nbsp; She points out those by the fire, whose night-sight will be reduced somewhat.&nbsp; "Let's spread out a bit, then try to drop him at once.&nbsp; I will flank this way, you this way..." she holds up one short-nailed index finger to represent the lizard man, then gestures with her opposite pointer to trace two paths in the air.&nbsp; "Protect yourself... I will drag him away."<br><br>Pausing, she studies Tavia's face in the dappled moonlight and leaf-shadows, and she smiles very slightly.&nbsp; It's strange to feel a kinship with a stranger, but the elven woman's courage and determination sparks something similar in herself.&nbsp; <br><br>She sheds the chain shirt she wears over her padded garments, stowing it away for silence under a rotting tree trunk.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath, the human smiles once more in encouragement, then crouches and moves off into the undergrowth, slowly heading to a position to approach the guard while keeping to the shadows of the wall.&nbsp; She then moves with the practiced grace of a hunter-- or, perhaps, a highwayman.<br><br>((Rolls: 30706 and 30707: results, hide 15, move silently 25))
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>17-08-2011, 21:11:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/4842499968_952c5df0bc.jpg)</div> <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://static.wix.com/media/47dcf38083981d7e36025d6396104aa9.wix_mp)</div><br>The druid watched on she was still a little unsure but knew very well from her sister and her life in the pack there was safety in numbers. However though not sure of everyone’s skills it was obvious they were all different, yet as well as that they were also extraordinary for these were the few that had survived.<br><br>After offering some aid to the shaven headed one Asfrid using a little of her magic as well as anything that she was able to scrounge from the surrounding area. It was then her attention was turned to the others once more and also their discussions, well as much as she could hear anyway. <br><br>Though Asfrid could walk softly upon the earth but she was certainly not as skilled as many that were likely here, and in this environment her sister was a little obvious. Still it was dark and with a prayer to the earth and the trees perhaps she might remain safe, well her, her sister and all that travelled with them. Thus for the moment she returned to and stayed at the camp until needed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>18-08-2011, 01:15:56</strong>
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				<strong>~Lairee considers options~</strong> <div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/AvraeSheet.jpg)</div><br><br><br>Crouched low to the ground, Lairee nods and makes ready. She hopes the lizard man can be subdued without drawing notice, but she is more then ready to fight if need be. <br><br>A thought comes to mind then. Quietly, she responds, "Wait, if we take this one and the other two notice, what of the humans? If humans here are slaves, would retaliation for action against the guards not fall on those women and children? Should we draw the other two away so they do not see? I can very run fast if that will be of help, though I have no idea how fast they might be."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>19-08-2011, 01:40:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tavia begins to move as instructed by Tivyrne, but at Lairee’s words stops still. The monk made a good point. Cursing silently she turns back to the shaven haired woman, crouching low to the ground. She growls quietly. At this point she’d welcome a fight between the lizard men, the whole situation was starting to make her grouchy, but she didn’t want to risk the lives of the people in the village.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She shakes her head in frustration, but not at the monk. “What do you suggest we do?” She says through gritted teeth. “Run, hide, fight… You make a good point, but we need to act now.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>19-08-2011, 23:47:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/AvraeSheet.jpg)</div>Lieree gritted her teeth. Things were acting too quickly without thinking it through. She breathed deeply to calm herself, "I will distract the other two and try draw them away. If we time it right... we had better time it right."<br><br>She moved off through the undergrowth, intending to circle round quickly, to make a noise to draw the other two guards. She had to be careful to keep her distance and try not to be seen. She was human after all, like the women in the village. <br><br>Although... if she were caught and they didn't try to kill her, that did present another possible way of getting information. For that, they must not know she can fight. So, she would try for stealth and speed instead and see what will happen.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>20-08-2011, 02:45:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tavia bared her teeth in annoyance as the monk moved away. First one plan, then another. She hoped this mission would work and that they would be able to figure out what was going on in this place. Distracting the guards was a one person operation Tavia felt. It was easier to move and therefore evade capture on ones own, but she hoped to the heavens that Lieree would be ok on her own. Worrying slightly about the other woman, she moved in the same direction as Tivyrne, in the hope she could help more there. <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"><strong>Roll ID:</strong> 30746<br><strong>Roll Result:</strong> Stia rolled: 1d20, adding 10 to the total<br><strong>Comment:</strong> The Landing Hide in shadows<br><strong>Result:</strong> 18, <br><strong>Total:</strong> 28<br><br><strong>Roll ID:</strong> 30747<br><strong>Roll Result:</strong> Stia rolled: 1d20, adding 10 to the total<br><strong>Comment:</strong> The Landing Move Silently<br><strong>Result: </strong>14, <br><strong>Total:</strong> 24</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>20-08-2011, 21:13:41</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tivyme moves through the trees like she was a soft breeze making no noise as she moves along the fence. She can see the inside of the compound as she does so and she can also see just how crudely the fence has been made compared to the huts. The silence is odd too, although she can see the shadows of people moving in the huts there is no buzz of conversation as one would expect.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The guard is making his way around the top of the compound as she comes to a stop behind a tree merging into the shadows. She can see the reptilian humanoid coming towards her with an air of total boredom. He walks past her as if she was just another branch of the tree exposing his back to her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Owing to the delay in following Tivyme Tavia finds that the guard is making his round towards her. Stepping into the shadows formed by the trees and vines she is hidden from his gaze. But she cannot see Tivyme just as presumably Tivyme cannot see her. So apart from stepping into the guards path the only option is to wait until he passes her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;One of the guards was idly watching the flames dance in the fire as he listened to his companion talking about his female and his complaints about her. It was a familiar refrain and he was only half listening so he caught the sound of some one moving through the trees. Holding up his hand he came to his feet and looked towards the trees.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His companion looked up and then came to his feet as well looking towards where his companion was. Owing to the light of the fire it was hard to make anything out but there was definite movement. He made a gesture to his companion and hefting their spears they moved towards the trees.<br>“Could be a pig." His companion muttered as he did so, the leader smiled, “Hope it is, meat would be good.” Then the two of them vanished into the shadows of the trees.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The lizard opened one eye and flicked its tongue at the movement before the eye closed and it returned to slumber.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>21-08-2011, 16:45:16</strong>
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				Tivyrne's spine tingles as the reptilian man moves by her, her body going rigid and readying to spring.&nbsp; She doesn't breathe, and as it passes her by, she remains utterly still as her fists clench.&nbsp; Now, she knows, it is time to summon her blades... she only hopes she is enough of a match for the reptilian man.<br><br>In her mind, summoning the weapons is the same... it is routine, like a wordless mantra, a matter of summoning a memory more than exerting any force of will, but when she emerges from the shadows, she is armed, a foot-long blade in each fist only visible for the moment it requires her to strike.&nbsp; She whips the blades overhead and lances the reptilian man twice through.<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">My Elliquiy dicebot roll ID is 768.&nbsp; You can view my rolls there to ensure I'm not cheating.&nbsp; Two attacks, sneak attack applies to first one only I believe, but I think he still loses his dex bonus due to surprise.<br>Attack 1: 19.&nbsp; Damage 13.<br>Attack 2: Natural 20 (22), crit confirm 17.&nbsp; Damage 7, 11 if critical succeeds.<br>Total: 24.<br>30765&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noone or Anyone&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2011-08-21 09:36:51&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2011-08-21 09:36:51, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d6a3 Result: 7 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30765)<br>30764&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noone or Anyone&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2011-08-21 09:35:29&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2011-08-21 09:35:29, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 2d6a3 Result: 13 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30764)<br>30763&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noone or Anyone&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2011-08-21 09:34:36&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2011-08-21 09:34:36, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 17 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30763)<br>30762&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noone or Anyone&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2011-08-21 09:33:53&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2011-08-21 09:33:53, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 22 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30762)<br>30761&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noone or Anyone&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2011-08-21 09:33:46&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2011-08-21 09:33:46, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 19 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30761)<br>When it comes up, my initiative is a 9. </div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 00:43:15</strong>
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				<strong>~Lieree leading the lizard men away, trying to lose them in the jungle~</strong><div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/AvraeSheet.jpg)</div><br><br>Ducking and weaving through trees was not something she was used to, more accustomed to the stone built training grounds of the monastery and surrounding villages then a forest or jungle. While the thought of capture for the sake on information was almost tempting, the thought of possible death at the hands of those reptilian people was a far greater motivation to keep moving. <br><br>Moving away from the beach, after a minuet she ducked to pick up a couple of sticks or pebbles and threw one through the trees off to her side, quickly followed by the other in the same direction, to lead to lizard men further away from the beach and hopefully further away from her. Carrying on a little further she picked up the pace hoping to lose them in all the vegetation. She listened carefully to try and hear if they still followed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>23-08-2011, 14:21:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tavia watches from her hiding place crouched low to the ground as Tivyrne strikes the reptilian man. The woman was unarmed when she left her side, but here she was welding rather strange looking blades. She’d have to ask about that as it was somewhat intriguing. Continuing to watch she slowly draws her own dagger, angling it to make sure the light doesn’t glint off the blade and give her away.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As the pair move in front of her so does she, quickly and quietly, making sure she could always see them and that she was in the best place to be able to jump to Tivyrne’s aid should the need arise. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>23-08-2011, 16:16:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/4842499968_952c5df0bc.jpg)</div> <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://static.wix.com/media/47dcf38083981d7e36025d6396104aa9.wix_mp)</div><br>The pale haired druid and her wolf padded back to the camp, it was not that she was a coward, more she did not want to upset any plans that the group might have on the matter of stealth, after all if they needed her they could call her and at present, Asfrid knew that she would be more of a hindrance than a help with them at the moment.<br><br>So she went to guard the camp with her ‘sister’, and started to see if she might even be able to organise some food, if they were long enough. The truth be told she was pleased of some time of quiet as her own head still hurt. Also the druid knew she would need to be ready if any were injured, as that was a great possibility.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>23-08-2011, 23:03:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The guard went from being bored to being dead without truly realising that his time had come. As Tivyrne stands above her victim the night is quiet, the villagers are inside their huts and the other two guards have already moved into the trees. Glancing across she can see that the lizard is remaining an inert lump presumably still asleep.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The two reptilians move through the trees following the noises made by Lieree. “Over there.” One pointed as the thrown sticks bounce of trees and clatter to the ground. They turn and begin to move towards the sound, “Better be a fat little piggy for all this messing around.” The other merely nods in agreement as they push on. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;They do not realise as they chatter and disturb the vegetation that behind them Tavia is a ghostly presence in the shadows. The noise they are making also confirms to Lieree that they are moving away from her at an angle to her route.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>24-08-2011, 02:33:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Not realizing that the lizard is, most likely, dead, Tivyrne dismisses her blades and grabs hold of it any way she can.&nbsp; She drags it into the shadows and away, where she can take her time to hoist the thing-- she can't press it overhead, but she is able to lift it onto her shoulder and stand, then makes her way into the jungle to stash him for the others.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>25-08-2011, 01:09:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Seeing Tivyrne struggle with the lizard man, Tavia steps out of the shadows to give her a hand.&nbsp; “Nice moves.” She says quietly, hoping not to startle woman. “Lairee has gone to draw the other guards away. Something I think one person is better suited to than two of us, so I thought I’d see if you needed a hand.” She glances at the limp form of the lizard. The wounds were barely noticeable in this light, but she wondered if the wounds were deep enough to kill it. She was certain the blows would have killed a normal man… but this was no normal man. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“So what now? Do we try and track down the others or do we just try and find Lairee? Though running into the guards instead might be fun.” She grins slightly. “Everyone seems to be having fun but me. We have to remedy that.” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>25-08-2011, 21:48:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tivyrne does start at Tavia's sudden appearance, then gives a relieved sigh.&nbsp; In silent reply, smiles up at Tavia from where she is checking the reptilian man for signs of life.&nbsp; "Thanks for getting my back," she says softly, her gaze lingering-- there's a little spark of excitement there, though it's hard to tell if it's the thrill of successfully ambushing a beast or of appreciation for what she's looking at.&nbsp; Maybe both.<br><br>"It looks like you'll get plenty of fun, then... this one's dead.&nbsp; Sorry..."&nbsp; She quickly searches the body for possessions, hoping for more clues about the structure of this camp.&nbsp; "Let's go help her out, quick."&nbsp; If Tavia sets off after the other two guards, Tivyrne will follow close behind to aid her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>26-08-2011, 01:21:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Ahh, so I get to have some fun after all then.” Tavia grins as she looks at Tivyrne, what little light there is reflecting in the other woman’s eyes making them shine slightly. There was something about this woman that intrigued her, and it wasn’t just the mysteriously appearing and disappearing weaponry. Unable to put her finger on it she tries to put it to the back of her mind for now. There were more important things to be thinking about, like Lairee and the two guards chasing her. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;With that thought Tavia shakes herself slightly, dismissing the fragments of thoughts inside her head. “Right then. We best get moving; see if we can find Lairee or the guards. Hopefully not together.” She begins to move back the way she came, hoping she could find some trace of which way Lairee and the guards had gone. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>26-08-2011, 23:02:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/AvraeSheet.jpg)</div>Lairee move in a wide arc away from the guards as they went off in the other direction. There was no point fighting them, not when they had a captive to talk to. Eventually she headed back the way she had come, aiming towards where she had left the other two. <br><br>She wanted to run at full sprint and get back as fast as she could but didn't dare - she still wanted to maintain some degree of stealth even in her haste. Not that this dense jungle was helping her at all...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>26-08-2011, 23:19:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a hiss of displeasure he came to a stop. “We have lost it and we could spend all night tramping these trees looking for it I am going back to the fire.” With casual ease the taller Reptilian brought his spear up and onto his shoulder.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Talking aimlessly the two of them turned and headed back towards the faint flickering of the fire they could see between the trees. What they could not see where the two shadows moving quietly through the night towards them.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nor could they see to their right another shadow moving parallel to them. But it was also true that neither of the two party groups could see each other.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 15:50:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tivyrne moves into ambush position for the two reptilian men, she summons her blades-- this time, she hopes, she will control herself.&nbsp; She waits for Tavia's move, her ears straining for the slightest sound, her body drawn up and ready like a cat's to pounce.&nbsp; Her pulse thrums in her ears, adrenaline coursing-- by the gods... it strikes her suddenly, as a shameful moment of realization: she really wants to kill them, and not because she is thinking about the dead boy by the river, nor the women and children penned up in the crude walls-- she wants to free them, she wants vengeance, but whatever she was <i>made,</i> she also really <i>wants</i> to <em>kill </em>something.&nbsp; She can't deny it... when her blades pierced that reptile, she felt its spine severed, she felt its body tense <i>through</i> her mindblade.&nbsp; And it sparked a lust she can't rightly focus except to seek more.<br><br>The moment the rogue strikes, Tivyrne will as well.&nbsp; If possible, she will demand surrender... at least, she tells herself as much.&nbsp; But if not?&nbsp; So be it.&nbsp; They need but one captive, and the fewer of these beasts there are, the fewer there will be to keep human women and children as slaves.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body"> 1 hits 14 (-4 for using lethal weapon for non-lethal purposes), 1 hits 9 (same thing).&nbsp; If the backstab applies to attack 1: damage 8.&nbsp; If not, 6.&nbsp; I know 2 missed, but it was a 5.<br>30887&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noone or Anyone&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2011-08-27 15:54:51&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2011-08-27 15:54:51, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d6 Result: 2 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30887)<br>30886&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noone or Anyone&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2011-08-27 15:53:53&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2011-08-27 15:53:53, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d6a3 Result: 5 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30886)<br>30885&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noone or Anyone&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2011-08-27 15:52:35&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2011-08-27 15:52:35, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d6a3 Result: 6 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30885)<br>30884&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noone or Anyone&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2011-08-27 15:50:16&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2011-08-27 15:50:16, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 13 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30884)<br>30883&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noone or Anyone&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2011-08-27 15:50:10&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2011-08-27 15:50:10, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 18 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30883)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 18:15:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tavia draws her blade, skin itching in anticipation as she hides. She only needed one to question, so the other was expendable. It wasn’t so much for the women in the prison why she wanted these creatures dead, but for the children, especially for the boy found by the river mouth. She didn’t condone the murder of children.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;With a silent cry and a look of hatred on her&nbsp; face, Tavia emerges from her place in the trees and plunges her blade deep in the back of one of the creatures as it passes her with the intent to kill it. <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Roll ID:</strong> 30878<br><strong>Roll Result:</strong> Stia rolled: 1d20, adding 6to the total<br><strong>Comment:</strong> Attack - Raiper <br><strong>Result:</strong> 7, <br><strong>Total:</strong> 13<br><br><br><strong>Roll ID: </strong>30879<br><strong>Roll Result</strong>: Stia rolled: 3d6, adding 1to the total<br><strong>Comment:</strong> Damage - Raiper (sneak attack adds 2d6 to damage)<br><strong>Result:</strong> 2, 3, 3, <br><strong>Total:</strong> 9<br><br>((I some how doubt I've hit the thing... If I haven't then blame it on her passion clouding her aim.))<br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>28-08-2011, 22:32:12</strong>
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				Tivyrne and Tavia<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The fire glitters in through the trees as the two Reptilians trudge through the trees back to its welcoming light and warmth. One is in the middle of discussing how welcome the pig meat would have been when the shadows come alive.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tavia steps out of the shadows murder written on her face as she thrusts with her rapier towards the back of the nearest Reptilian. Even as she did so she could feel her forward foot sliding on something in the darkness and her blade misses her target.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tivyrne does not have the murderous intent of her companion, as she was intent on taking a prisoner.&nbsp; But in the darkness of the night and trying hard not to kill her blades whistled just over the back of the head of her target rather than slamming flat bladed into it as she intended.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There is a sudden smell of urine in the night as the shock was too much for one of the Reptilians seeing Tavia’s blade sudden appear next to his body. The other though is tougher and quicker acting. He swings his spear of his shoulder and spins around to face Tivyrne. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His companion is slower though in doing the same and turning to face Tavia.<br><br>(OOC: The party has initiative)<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>28-08-2011, 23:17:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>As Tavia stabs at the reptilian her foot slips on the loose earth making her miss. Growling, she brings the blade back and slices across the creatures back with a hiss of metal through air. <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"><strong>Roll ID: </strong>30931<br><strong>Roll Result:</strong> Stia rolled: 1d20, adding 6to the total<br><strong>Comment:</strong> Attack - Rapier <br><strong>Result:</strong> 6,<br><strong>Total: </strong>12<br><br>((Oh come ON! Hit the bugger already!!)) <br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>28-08-2011, 23:25:27</strong>
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				Tivyrne looks confounded at how she managed to miss-- the aggressive one's spear throws off her position, and her first two swings miss as she vies for position, trying to work to a position within striking distance.&nbsp; ((two misses))<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">attack rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body"> I rolled a 3-- TWICE IN A ROW lol-- so yeah, my luck's run out too :D </div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>28-08-2011, 23:49:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Reptilian facing Tivyrne stumbles as he thrusts forward with his spear and he like Tivyrne hits only thin air.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;However Tavia has the slower opponent and his feet are rock steady as he thrusts his spear forward. He does not hit air and Tavia feels a sharp pain as the head of the spear slides through her flesh. Although it is a minor wound for now it is a blow to her pride that the Reptilian has drawn first blood.<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">Roll Result: grovercjuk rolled: 1d20<br>Comment: Attack on Tivyrne<br>Result: 6,<br>Total: 6<br><br>Roll Result: grovercjuk rolled: 1d20<br>Comment: Attack on Tavia<br>Result: 16,<br>Total: 16<br><br>Roll Result: grovercjuk rolled: 1d6<br>Comment: Damage on Tavia<br>Result: 3,<br>Total: 3<br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>29-08-2011, 00:43:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tivyrne crosses her body with the two blades and whirls round the high thrust of the spear, lancing her blade across the reptilian's midsection.&nbsp; Though her follow-up falls short, whistling through the air under the spear's reach, she readies herself for another volley and prepares to press the attack.<br><br>((To hit-- not wasting time with non-lethal anymore.&nbsp; We'll keep the last one standing alive I guess!-- hits 20 and 5.&nbsp; Damage for the first one: 5))<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">30969&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noone or Anyone&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2011-08-28 17:40:21&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2011-08-28 17:40:21, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d6a3 Result: 5 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30969)<br>30968&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noone or Anyone&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2011-08-28 17:39:18&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2011-08-28 17:39:18, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 8 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30968)<br>30967&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noone or Anyone&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2011-08-28 17:39:09&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2011-08-28 17:39:09, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 20 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30967)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>29-08-2011, 00:50:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/AvraeSheet.jpg)</div>Lairee was thanking her good fortune at avoiding the guards, having not been the most stealthy of people from her order, when she heard distinctive sounds of a scuffle off to the side. Alarmed but curious, she snuck closer and was shocked to see Tivyrne and Tavia in a the midst of combat with those very same guards she had lead away. Worse, they did not seem to be fairing well.<br><br>Suppressing a cry she charged forward. She cried out in alarm when Tivyrne slashed out at one useing blades she hadn't seen before - she could kill him like that! - before striking at the other, the one who had injured Tavia, aiming two punches at his midsection. She didn't strike to kill, only to subdue; they didn't know the truth of the situation yet and she refused to take a life until all was clear. She was a little stung that they would not trust her to carry out this mission however. What about the prisoner? Had the Druid come back to guard him? She would talk to them when the fight was done - perhaps they had just been worried? If they all survived, then they would talk.<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">Attacks, flurry of blows, non-leathal:<br>At 2011-08-28 17:33:07, Shadax (uid: 25368) rolls: 1d20a1 Result: 16 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30964)<br>At 2011-08-28 17:32:55, Shadax (uid: 25368) rolls: 1d20a1 Result: 12 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30963)<br><br>Damage (if each attack hits):<br>At 2011-08-28 17:35:01, Shadax (uid: 25368) rolls: 1d6a1 Result: 5 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30966)<br>At 2011-08-28 17:34:52, Shadax (uid: 25368) rolls: 1d6a1 Result: 4 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30965)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>29-08-2011, 02:11:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tavia grins when she sees that Lairee is not only ok but has come to the rescue.&nbsp; Clutching at her side where the lizard man had struck her with one hand, she swings her blade again. She growls in frustration once more as she misses. <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"><strong>Roll ID:</strong> 30970<br><strong>Roll Result:</strong> Stia rolled: 1d20, adding 6to the total<br><strong>Comment:</strong> Attack - Raiper<br><strong>Result:</strong> 5, <br><strong>Total:</strong> 11</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>29-08-2011, 22:48:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tivyrne slices into the Reptilian and the shock of her strike distracts his return thrust punching only empty air with it.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Despite Lairee’s attack hitting the Reptilian solidly in the midsection he still manages once more to sink his spearhead into Tavia. And once more all Tavia can do is flail uselessly at thin air.<br><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">Roll Result: grovercjuk rolled: 1d20<br>Comment: Attack on Tivyrne<br>Result: 13,<br>Total: 13<br><br>Roll Result: grovercjuk rolled: 1d20<br>Comment: Attack on Tavia<br>Result: 16,<br>Total: 16<br><br><br>Roll Result: grovercjuk rolled: 1d6<br>Comment: Damage on Tavia<br>Result: 3,<br>Total: 3<br>&nbsp;</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>30-08-2011, 01:07:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Still unaware of the arrival of Lairee, Tivyrne can only press the offensive as she realizes that Tavia may be in grave danger.&nbsp; She steps up to remove the spear's reach and, without hesitation, crosses her blades in its torso.&nbsp; Utterly lacking the restraint granted by Lairee's wisdom, Tivyrne only seeks to finish this one.&nbsp; She hopes that one will suffice, never once considering that, although non-human, the reptilian men might not actually be evil.<br>The blades bite deep, and she follows-through hard enough to lash out at the second reptilian man with the sheer force of her speed and the freakishly keen blades... if the next reptile is close enough to hit, she will try.<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Atk1: 18.&nbsp; Dmg 7.&nbsp; <br>Atk2: Nat20.&nbsp; Crit confirm? 4 (nope).&nbsp; Dmg 5.&nbsp; <br>Cleave attack, if applicable: 17.&nbsp; Dmg 6.</span><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">30997&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noone or Anyone&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2011-08-29 18:06:20&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2011-08-29 18:06:20, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d6a3 Result: 6 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30997)<br>30996&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noone or Anyone&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2011-08-29 17:57:25&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2011-08-29 17:57:25, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d6a3 Result: 5 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30996)<br>30995&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noone or Anyone&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2011-08-29 17:57:18&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2011-08-29 17:57:18, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d6a3 Result: 7 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30995)<br>30994&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noone or Anyone&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2011-08-29 17:57:06&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2011-08-29 17:57:06, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 4 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30994)<br>30993&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noone or Anyone&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2011-08-29 17:56:42&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2011-08-29 17:56:42, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 17 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30993)<br>30992&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noone or Anyone&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2011-08-29 17:56:34&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2011-08-29 17:56:34, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 22 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30992)<br>30991&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noone or Anyone&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2011-08-29 17:56:27&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2011-08-29 17:56:27, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 18 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30991)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>30-08-2011, 16:08:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tavia cries out in pain and shock as the lizard man hits her again. Once more tries to slice at the creature, hoping with all her being that she can finally hit it and subdue it. <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"><strong>Roll ID:</strong> 31001 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=31001)<br><strong>Roll Result: </strong>Stia rolled: 1d20, adding 6to the total<br><strong>Comment: </strong>Attack - Rapier<br><strong>Result: </strong>12<br><strong>Total: </strong>18<br><br><strong>Roll ID:</strong> 31001 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=31001)<br><strong>Roll Result:</strong> Stia rolled: 1d6, adding 1to the total<br><strong>Comment:</strong> Damage – Rapier <br><strong>Result:</strong> 3<br><strong>Total:</strong> 4</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>30-08-2011, 22:21:53</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The end for the Reptilians is quick and brutal as such things are in combat. Tivyrne slashes her blades deep into her opponent and in a spray of blood he falls backwards the spear falling from his dead hand.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She carries on her strike, her blade slashing a bloody furrow in Tavia’s opponent. The shock is such that the Reptilian is far to slow in responding to Tavia and her rapier slides deep into his body. For a moment he stands, his eyes staring into hers before the light dies in them and he falls backwards. Her rapier slides free of his body as he does so leaving her holding her bloody blade over his corpse.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>31-08-2011, 00:58:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/AvraeSheet.jpg)</div>Lairee staggered back in shock and a little fear at the display of brutality from her fellow survivor. <br><br>"What... what... what have you done?!" Her voice was soft and ragged, overwhelmed by the sudden events. "Why... why did you do that? Why did you kill them?" She gasped for breath, wide eyes darting between the other two, then flicking down to the bodies. "Did - did the prisoner talk? Did he confess to slavery? Is the Druid with him?" Her expression was pleading, begging the other two women to let this bloodshed make sense. Horrified, she clung to the hope that there was reason behind this, that it was justified. <em>Please, please...</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>31-08-2011, 01:27:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“No, no and no.” hissed Tavia through gritted teeth, her hand pressing against the wounds in her side. “He’s dead as well, which is one of the reasons we came after you. I wanted to make sure that you were ok and we needed another guard.” She grimaced as she moved to sit down next to a tree. She was not impressed that the creature had struck her not only once, but twice. She moved her hand away from her wound. It was sore as hell but it seemed to have stopped bleeding, though she really wished she could bandage it. <br><br>“I guess we got a little battle crazy. The plan was to slay one and take the other for questioning. As you can see it didn’t work out that way. But, unless there are more guards around the village, it does mean we can walk in, talk to the people there.” She lent her head against the tree and closed her eyes, lost in thought for the moment. All three guards were dead. By no means was this a time for celebration. She doubted a trip into the village would be a good idea, but if they wanted to find out what happened then what choice did they have? 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>31-08-2011, 01:54:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tivyrne curses, lifting her blood-wet hands in frustration and spiking her blades into the ground.&nbsp; "Fuck!" she hisses.&nbsp; "Fuck, fuck... I'm sorry--"&nbsp; she possesses the presence to keep her voice quiet, but it's clear she's furious at herself.&nbsp; "I'm so stupid, shit.&nbsp; I just... it hurt you, and... awwww, shit--"&nbsp; reaches for Tavia's face, the blades disappearing from the sand at either side of her feet.&nbsp; She crouches, searching with her eyes for the placement of the wounds the rogue has endured.&nbsp; "It's my fault, I'm sorry... is it bad?" she implores, her hushed voice close to Tavia's face.<br><br>Hearing in the elven girl's voice that she is in control, dealing with the wound and lucid, she swallows and turns back to the fallen reptilian me.&nbsp; "Maybe they're not dead..." she reaches for the one that is the least... well... <i>open to the elements</i> and checks for a pulse, however weak.&nbsp; <br><br>Feeling nothing, she stands, emitting a heavy sigh, and focuses on the task at hand.&nbsp; She rips off the sleeve of her cotton tunic, leaving the chain shirt bare against her shoulder, and hands the fabric to Tavia.&nbsp; "I'm sorry I got you hurt," she says softly, then turns to Lairee.&nbsp; "I'm... shit, I'm sorry.&nbsp; I just... I'm not used to taking prisoners."&nbsp; She curses once more under her breath.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>31-08-2011, 02:35:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/AvraeSheet.jpg)</div>"Dead? He's dead?" She all but whispers, incredulous. "H-how? You had him by surprise, didn't you?" She's growing more and more irritate by the moment, disgusted. "W-what happened? You accentually slipped one of your daggers into the back of his neck and still believed he would talk to us afterwards?!"<br><br>She keeps her voice low and begins pacing, drawing away from the other two, not taking her eyes off them, watching them warily. "I can't believe this. I can't believe this." They disturbed her, and frightened her, both of them. Tavia upset her because of her apparent lack of care or compassion, wounded or not - and it was not that Lairee was uncaring of her condition but they did have a healer waiting for them. The lizard men, on the other hand, were <em>dead</em>. Tivyrne disturbed for her bloodthirst and her ease with killing - no, more then that, from the way she was talking it was that it seemed automatic for her to just take life, as though there were no other option when she fighting. Who and what is she with those disappearing blades? Could either of them be trusted? As much as her inclination to trust and to think the best told her believe in the goodness in a person, this experience was far beyond what she was accustomed to and had shaken her deeply. It hit her that she didn't truly know the people she was supposed to be working with.<br><br>Spinning to face them fully, now a few paces away, she struggled to keep her voice low, clearly very upset. "Don't you two understand?! What if all this isn't what it seems? What if, what if..." She struggled for a moment in her emotional state to come up with a good example, "What if the lizardmen are allies of that village, the men and older boys are all at war and those three were there to protect the women and children from the jungle? The boy could have been killed by a raiding party. We don't <em>know</em> anything yet! If those were guardians and not jailers, then killing those three was nothing more then senseless <em>murder</em>!"<br><br>Leaning back against a tree, she stopped to try and get herself under control, breathing heavily and shaking slightly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>31-08-2011, 02:56:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tivyrne straightens and studies the monk's reaction, her now-empty hands outstretched at her sides.&nbsp; She shakes her head, clearly upset over her error-- the reptilian men had been amazingly quick to fall, surprisingly.&nbsp; "Yes, well...&nbsp; That <i>incredibly unlikely</i> scenario is..." her mouth works at it for a moment before she finds the ability to speak the word, "<em>possibility</em>.&nbsp; But their pets eat living, wounded human men, right?" <br>Her whisper is much sharper now.&nbsp; "Not an accident!&nbsp; And that boy-- the <i>child</i> we found dead-- was left out there to rot.&nbsp; Was there anyone looking for him?&nbsp; No, because they weren't allowed to.&nbsp; They just left him there with a piece of a spear in his body!" She rattles the blunt end of the spear for emphasis, then lets it fall to the carpet of low-lying island plants.&nbsp; <br><br>Careful to keep her voice from growing too loud, Tivyrne backs a step away.&nbsp; "But you're right.&nbsp; I fucked up."&nbsp; Her voice starts to crack, but she rights it quickly.&nbsp; "With these three gone, there should be an opening at their gate.&nbsp; We must go back now before they find out the guards are missing."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>31-08-2011, 11:21:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tavia pushes herself up from her leaning place, keeping her hand on the stability of the tree, head hung and teeth bared. “You think I don’t care..?&nbsp; You think I’m just a killer..?” she says in a low horse growl, her chest heaving. She looks up slowly, anger clear in her eyes and directed fully at Lairee. “If I didn’t care I would have left you all on the beach.” She takes a slow step forward then another as she speaks again, her voice growing slightly in volume. “What is it to me that we all got shipwrecked here?” Another step forward, voice growing once more. “I found a boy, hardly more than a toddler, dead on a beach, with a spear in his back. Even if he had been killed by a raiding party, that spear is identical to the ones that stabbed me. The ones these lizard men are welding.” Her eyes blaze with fury, all thought about where they are and the need to be quiet lost. “Don’t you dare tell me I don’t care about the murder of an innocent child! Fine, I killed. Fine, we don’t know if these creatures are the reason for that child’s death, but all the evidence so far point that way!” She steps forward again, bearing down on the monk in her rage, her body heaving and breath ragged. “Don’t you DARE say I don’t care! You have no idea who I am or what I feel, so don’t you DARE say I don’t care!” She slams her fist into the tree next to Lairee.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tavia is quite for a moment then, body still shaking in rage and emotion. Removing her hand from the tree she hung her head, still standing close to the monk. “I’m sorry. We fucked up. I fucked up.” She walks to another tree and sinks to its roots. “They fell too easy. I expected more of a fight.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>01-09-2011, 01:41:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/AvraeSheet.jpg)</div>Lairee was no weapon's expert; she never used them beyond the handful used at the monastery. To her, one basic spear look just like another - who was she to say that one tribe did not have spears that looked like ones used by another? If there were raiding parties in the jungle, the boy might have been left after an initial search failed to find him, then later abandoned to prevent more losses. Even their pet could be explained - it was a reptile, so were it's masters, perhaps it was nothing more then a stupid beast that did not recognise non-reptiles as non-food. The act of an animal was not the act of evil, just survival. <br><br>The frustration was enormous. Perhaps it was unlikely, perhaps it was just as simple as it seemed but surely it was their duty to think about the possibilities? Why weren't they?<br><br>She readied for impact as Tavia made to throw a punch, her fists half way up to defend and counter - then stopped as her training informed her that the blow was not meant for her. She gritted her teeth at the lack of control the other woman displayed. Clearly she was not trained in useing her fists, so why was she throwing punches around right next to someone who was?! Her old masters would have had her beaten and bruised for such a display.<br><br>"I did not say that you did not care." She had thought it, a judgement based of their actions, words and expressions so far, but she had not said it. She looked at both of them, "But if you truly do care, then stop acting on your blood lust. The blessings of the gods may restore the dead, but 'sorry' never will."<br><br>She wanted to say more, she truly did. She wanted to argue and tell them both exactly what she thought, but she was shaken - <em>shaking</em> - and all their tempers were high. She was beginning to think they would not listen to her if she said more, no matter how reasonable, so she kept quiet. Instead, voice tight, she turned to walk to the village, saying, "We have no choice then. We need to talk to the villagers."<br><br>She walked as briskly as she could while staying quiet, turning away from the other two and not waiting or watching to see if they followed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>01-09-2011, 02:29:45</strong>
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				Tivyrne sets her teeth at the monk's words, then laughs softly to herself as she turns to face towards the fort where Lairee is storming off.&nbsp; "Blessings of the gods..." she whispers.&nbsp; She shakes her head at the irony of it, offering the makeshift bandage to Tavia.&nbsp; "It wasn't your fault," she says softly.&nbsp; "When the blades came out--" she gestures, close enough in the moonlight to be seen, "--there was no going back.&nbsp; I'm the fuck-up who couldn't get the first two to submit."&nbsp; <br><br>She smiles a little, and perhaps it is a bit odd how little Tivyrne seems to care about the reptilians' deaths.&nbsp; She seems more concerned about giving over a pathetic excuse for a bandage, like she's utterly ashamed, that she's betrayed some unspoken trust between the two of them.&nbsp; "I'm really sorry.&nbsp; Since you're hurt, maybe you should go back to the camp.&nbsp; Let the others know what happened, so they won't be surprised..?"&nbsp; She swallows, presses her bare hand to her forehead.&nbsp; "Oh, hell, I don't know.&nbsp; I'm not exactly making the right decisions tonight."<br><br>Shaking her head, she looks once more at Tavia's face, shame burning in her eyes before she turns away.&nbsp; <i>I guess I am still just a thug...</i>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>01-09-2011, 17:44:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tavia sighs as she reached for the bandage, patching herself up as best she could. She wasn’t the best at this sort of thing. “She may not have said the words aloud, but it was clear in her eyes and across her face. She believes whole heartedly that I do not care. If these creatures are the reason for that child’s death then no, I do not care. Vengeance has been served and I’m glad I had a hand in it. If it turns out that they were protectors of the village, not prison guards, then I’ll make my peace with myself and the gods later.” She says, still not bothering to keep her voice low, though at least she had stopped shouting. She turns the other woman’s face to her own, looking deep into Tivyrne’s eyes. “And stop blaming yourself for me getting stabbed. It was my own damn footing that failed. If I’d have hit the bloody thing it wouldn’t of been able to hit me. No way is that your fault.” <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She strokes Tivyrne’s cheek slightly with her thumb, a small smile playing on her lips before pulling her hand away slowly. Pushing herself up once more from the ground she looks towards the village. It may be wise to head back to the camp, but she wanted to hear what the villagers had to say first hand. She didn’t believe that the reptilian men were there to protect the village at all; it had been to quiet. And why were there no males in the village at all?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She frowned, thinking about Lairee. She hated the kind of attitude she had shown. The “I’m better than you” attitude. She had grown up with it all her life. All the noble men and women around her looking down upon everyone they met, no matter whom they were and even their own family.<em> At least she’s a little different,</em> Tavia thought, <em>at least she’s going on about life and death and not just how much money someone has. </em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She clasps the other woman on the back. “Come on, I want to hear what the villagers have to say, stab wound or no stab wound.” She say grinning before picking up her blade, wiping it clean on the grass and putting it away before heading for the village. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>01-09-2011, 22:45:34</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The night is quiet as they approach the village, the Reptilian’s fire still flickers, the lizard is still a inert lump. Presumably like many reptiles without the heat of the day it is only semi-aware.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Facing the fire is a pair of crude gates fastened together by piece of twisted vine. It is only a matter of seconds to undo it and to move the crude gates apart. They creak loudly as they swing apart and the trio move into the village proper.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Faces appear at doorways and then torches are lit and the womenfolk cluster at their doorways. Although no words are actually spoken to the party there is a hum of semi whispered conversation between the various clusters.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A old woman bent and wrinkled with age comes out of one of the huts and with the aid of a large stick moves towards the trio. Stopping she leans on the stick, “I am Marina, am not the head woman just the oldest and least likely to be missed if you kills me.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She jerked her head towards the fire, “Guess you took care of the Reptilians, so what are you, mercenaries from the port?” She squinted at the trio, “Well guess you have not come for a bit of rape unless you them funny types of women. So that leaves only pillage and hard luck with that. Those bastards swept up everything of value when they took our men. Got some day old fish and that is about it.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>02-09-2011, 00:57:51</strong>
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				Tivyrne follows the elven rogue with her eyes, her full lips hanging partly open as if stunned, before snapping her mouth shut.&nbsp; "Right," she says, blinking rapidly before following.&nbsp; She catches up, taking a position a few feet to Tavia's side, as they head to the fort.<br><br>When she arrives, Lairee has already begun opening the gate.&nbsp; She instinctively darts to the shadows, not knowing if there are more reptilians or if the villagers will launch a defense... she is preparing to summon her blades, hoping that if they are attacked in number, she will have enough time to aid Lairee.&nbsp; She may not share the monk's philosophies, but the woman's intentions are clearly noble.&nbsp; <br><br>She breathes an audible sigh as the village's women approach, and Tivyrne steps out from the shadows in support.&nbsp; She eyes the giant reptile warily, then scans the crowd for sign that any other guards are about.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>04-09-2011, 22:51:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/AvraeSheet.jpg)</div>Lairee breathed deeply before talking; She was glad they were speaking a language she could understand, though she was still very uncomfortable. "In truth we are here to investigate; We found the body of a small boy washed down stream by the sea, he had a broken spear in his back. We are... new here. We don't mean you any harm, we are just looking for answers. Who took your men?"<br><br>She fought to keep her hands still and her posture neutral as she waited. She had not even been this stressed on the day of her elevation from student to full member of her monastery!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 12:28:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tavia steps into the village a few moments after Lairee, eyes scanning the whole area as she walks. There didn’t appear to be any more guards, but she didn’t want to let her guard down. She stops a few paces behind the monk to listen to the old woman speak, arms folded across her chest. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She nods in agreement at Lairee’s words, her eyes and ears still searching the village and the tree line around them for any sign of hostility. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 23:57:50</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There was a visible ripple thought the women as Lairee mentioned the dead child. Quite a few of the women started forward asking questions about size and hair colour. Marina banged her stick on the ground and they returned to their huts. The way in which they did so gave somewhat of a lie to her previous words of being no one of importance.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She regarded Lairee, “They came as the sun rose, the Reptilians along with tall dog faced humanoids and a man carrying a staff. Our men are simple fisher folk not warriors there was little resistance. All the men and boys where led off and the fence was built and the Reptilians where left to guard us.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She paused and then pulled out a small flask and took a swig.&nbsp; “We where told that if we did anything our men folk would suffer and we can only presume they where told the same. It was a surprise that the Reptilians where with them as we have always got on with them. But we later found out that they too where press ganged.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Marina gestured with her hand towards the fire, “The man and his men came to their marsh and demanded workers, the chief and his warriors refused, told them to leave. Then the man gestured and the chief and his warriors where engulfed with flame. Any that survived where cut down by the dog faced ones. Then the females where herded off and the remaining men where taken up the mountain and put to work.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She gestured to the mountains that rose behind the village “But it is too dry for them up there, they sicken and die quickly. So the man came here and took our men and the Reptilians where made into guards. From what the guards have said our men are being made to excavate a tunnel into the mountain that had had its entrance collapsed. What for they did not know.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Finishing her speech she half smiled at Lairee, “So now you know.” She paused and then continued in a softer tone. “If you can describe the boy?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>07-09-2011, 05:00:10</strong>
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				Tivyrne wipes her mouth with the back of one hand as she studies the women's condition and remarks, giving a twinge when asked to describe the dead boy.&nbsp; She takes a deep breath, and-- unless Lairee or Tavia object, she describes his hair, his features, as best she can.&nbsp; She swallows, turning her gaze away from them and trying not to show a crack in her composure.&nbsp; "His remains are safe at the beach.&nbsp; When you're ready, I'll return him to you.&nbsp; Once you're safe."&nbsp; She glances up at Tavia, studying the elven woman's features like she's searching for a light in the dark.&nbsp; "What do we do <i>now?</i>" she asks.&nbsp; "Can we even...?" and the sentence finishes itself as she glances toward the dark horizon where, invisible in the dark, the mountain looms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 14:20:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tavia can’t help but shake her head at the old woman’s words. Their problem clearly ran deep and she was at a loss on what to do, or what she <em>should </em>do.&nbsp; What reason did she have to help these people? A storm brought her to this land, but was that just chance or some higher power that brought her here. Even if it was some higher power, what on earth could she do about this mess? She was nothing but a thief! A high born, sometimes moody cat burglar, whose parents sent her away to other relatives to deal with. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She looks up at the mountain, or at least in its direction as Tivyrne speaks and sighs deeply. She had a feeling that that one way or another she was heading up to the mountain, regardless of whether or not she knew if it was the right thing to do, or if she could even help. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Dragging her eyes away from the mountain she turns to Tivyrne and shrugs her shoulders in response to her questions. “I have no idea what to do or even if we have the power to help. Or if we even should for that matter. Clearly these people need help, but are we the ones to give it to them? What right do we have to mess in the state of this land?” She shakes her head in dismay, confusion clear in her eyes. “Yet somehow I feel we should try.” She smiles weakly at the human woman before turning to Lairee. “What are your thoughts on this Lairee?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>10-09-2011, 23:23:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/AvraeSheet.jpg)</div><br>Lairee nodded to Tivyrne as she descrribed the boy, all the while not trusting herself to speek. So the lizardmen were not truly guilty after all. They were victims like these humans. <br><br>Lost in her own head, fists clentched, the convosation arround her was a distant thing, fuzzy. It was all just so <em>wrong</em>. The way these people, human and lizardman, had been treated, abused. Furious at the whole situation, stubbenly forceing down niggling feelings of dispair, of being overwhelmed.<br><br>Then like a light in her mind, the thought of why they would wash up here, at this time, with these people popped up. Lairee plagded her alliegance to no one god in particular, but her respect for them and for fate, was strong. <br><br>"I will help." her own voice startled her but she continued speaking regardless, "Perhaps we are here for a reason, or perhaps it is just chance, either way, I will help." She paused then, and took a deep breath, suddenly much calmer. "I think we learn what we can, head out and see if we can take out the tyrant responsible for all this death. Take out the leader. Pehaps we can help those lizardmen too if they have any resistance left in them, start a gorrilla war against the dogmen." She truly believed she had a chance too; if nothing else she was sure in her speed and ability to out run most things. She would take them out one at a time if need be. "We should talk to the others at the beach, then think what to do."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyu</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 01:07:08</strong>
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				<em> Folks better prepare yourself we are done....</em> that was the last thing she heard before the storm blew the small boat where she was to smithereens. She hated water and especially sea water but that was all of what she could see all around her. Groaning she swam to a piece of wood floating and looked around, there wasn't any land in sight so she would just need to hang on and hope that some other boat came by. She slowly closed her eyes as the darkness surrounded her sight and mind.<br><br>A short time after she woke up, the first thing she noticed was that she wasn't dead, she was laying face down in what appeared to be a beach. It was night so a good couple of hours passed away ever since she the ship was destroyed. Groaning she slowly stood and looked around, the first thing she saw was her fathers sword in a distance, running to it she grabbed it and smiled, "Good good, thought I lost you". She sighed as she looked around, she saw nobody else alive and she was lucky that even she was up. Taking a deep breath she looked around and walked out from the seashore and into the island as she looked around and sighed, "Hello? somebody in here?". 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 13:15:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/4842499968_952c5df0bc.jpg)</div> <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://static.wix.com/media/47dcf38083981d7e36025d6396104aa9.wix_mp)</div><br>The large grey wolf had been half asleep next to her sister but her sharp hearing and senses heard the call from a woman. She nudged her ‘sister who then woke slowly and blinked. At least her head was far less painful now after the sleep she had managed to get. The others had not returned yet which troubled her a little however they it seemed could look after themselves. For now going to look for them was not an option as Asfrid obviously did now want to spoil their stealthy activities.<br><br>It was then the pale haired druid heard the voice it was female, thus she stood slowly, and with her sister approached cautiously, very cautiously indeed. The large wolf remained at her side and she patted her head. “I am …I am here …are you hurt?” She approached a little slower then slightly wary of the woman with the weapon. “Can we help you; we have…have a camp, if you want to join us?” The wolf appeared tame at least with this woman. “I am Asfrid,” She smiled gently showing that she meant no harm.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 16:00:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Fight death with death… That’s a strange attitude for a monk. I thought you were meant to be all calm and collective and peace loving…” Said Tavia slightly puzzled as Lairee finished speaking. “But I think you’re right with needing to talk to the others at the beach, and soon. We’ve been away for quite a while now. I’m sure they are worried about us. I know I’m worried about them, if not for their safety, then for their sanity. I’m sure they are quite bored.” She chuckles slightly then, trying to add a bit of humour to a tense situation, but it fades quickly. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She turns to the old woman, Marina, and nods slightly, her face now sombre. “As my comrade said, we shall return the child to you as soon as it is safe to do so. Which begs the question of the guards… when is the guard meant to change? How many is there normally?” She sighs heavily, her shoulders dropping. “Now I know their situation, I don’t really want to have to fight them unless it’s really necessary.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyu</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 22:06:34</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=114111.msg5202695#msg5202695">Quote from: Senti on 13-09-2011, 13:15:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatright">(http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/4842499968_952c5df0bc.jpg)</div> <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://static.wix.com/media/47dcf38083981d7e36025d6396104aa9.wix_mp)</div><br>The large grey wolf had been half asleep next to her sister but her sharp hearing and senses heard the call from a woman. She nudged her ‘sister who then woke slowly and blinked. At least her head was far less painful now after the sleep she had managed to get. The others had not returned yet which troubled her a little however they it seemed could look after themselves. For now going to look for them was not an option as Asfrid obviously did now want to spoil their stealthy activities.<br><br>It was then the pale haired druid heard the voice it was female, thus she stood slowly, and with her sister approached cautiously, very cautiously indeed. The large wolf remained at her side and she patted her head. “I am …I am here …are you hurt?” She approached a little slower then slightly wary of the woman with the weapon. “Can we help you; we have…have a camp, if you want to join us?” The wolf appeared tame at least with this woman. “I am Asfrid,” She smiled gently showing that she meant no harm.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Ruby looked at the woman with the wolf and smile, "Nice wolfy". She slowly approached the wolf and extended her hand so the wolf could smell her scent and confirm that she meant no harm either. She knew how to handle animals well so she knew wolves relied on their smell to tell if people were a threat to their master, or in this case their mistress. She slowly knelt down and began to move a hand up and down the wolf mane, "I would love to accompany you, I just woke up so I have no idea what happened, my name is Ruby". She stood up and smiled, she did not meant any harm to the woman and the sword was more of a self defense than anything. She sighed and touched her side and nodded, "A bit sore on my side, because of the hit with the water but otherwise I am fine".
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 23:06:47</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Tivyrne finishes speaking there is a scream of denial from one of the women. The others cluster around her, holding her and talking softly to her as she sobs. Quietly they lead her into one of the huts.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Marina watched her face impassive and then she says softly, “They should bury you, not you them.” Then she turned back to the trio. “The guards change every three days, they will change again the day after tomorrow, three come and three go.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She leaned on her stick looking her years, “If you wish to seek out those responsible then the Reptilian village is along the coast. “She pointed, “Follow the beach until there is an inlet, there you will see the beginning of the salt marsh. If they have not been removed there are sticks with a leaf on them to guide you to the village. We used to occasionally trade with them.” <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She looked over her shoulder to the mountain, “From what we have heard you follow the river inland until the waterfall and then go up on the left hand side and then up the mountain. Quite exactly where we have no idea.” <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Martina paused considering, “If you help us then one of the men will guide you across the island to the port. It is a place of evil and depravity but it is the only place where the great ships come in from the far lands.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 03:38:54</strong>
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				The camp had been well tended to during the time the druid and the wolf had been napping. Deinos had been keeping himself busy and improving their long term day to day chances of survival as the remaining group investigated the village with the lizard men or whatever humanoids they were. The Ranger had taken the time to use some bait, hooks and line to set up an assortment of lures to capture a fish or two from the oceans whilst they waited, In the meantime whilst the lure and fish did their work he took the time to gather some coconuts from the trees and use some of the trees for a platform so they were up and off the sand so vermin did not hassle them as they slept. It was survival and this was something he knew completely. Never said a word unless addressed or when he needed to give a warning about something as his focus was upon what he did and not the druidess.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 13:25:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/4842499968_952c5df0bc.jpg)</div> <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://static.wix.com/media/47dcf38083981d7e36025d6396104aa9.wix_mp)</div><br>“I have no real idea as to what has happened,” Asfrid spoke quietly though seemed less on edge as the woman seemed to know wolves and that made the druid more comfortable. “Some have gone off to investigate…there are creatures here and it is not safe. The ones that left were those that tread softly I am waiting for their return as is the man that is aiding with the camp. He seems quiet.”<br><br>Though still a little wary the druid led the woman to the camp, “My sisters name…it is well the closest to our tongue would be Bright Snow, though it has lost some in the interpretation.”&nbsp; She patted the wolf again and once they were at the camp Asfrid smiled at the man and then gestured to the other woman. “We have another survivor it seems, I am sorry I fell asleep …” there was a pause and the woman cleared her throat, “Have you heard anything from the others?”<br><br>"If we need more food my sister and I might be able to hunt..." It was apparent that Asfrid was not overly used to company save that of animals.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 22:07:19</strong>
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				He smiled over to Asfrid upon her acknowledgment and then places his hand axe into the wood he had been working on for the platform before he joins them. He gave a curt bow to Ruby as she was the newcomer and then he spoke up. <strong>"Call me Deinos if you wish to Ruby."</strong> Soon however his eyes glance over to Asfrid before addressing her. <strong>"No, Asfrid I have not but I know they are alright for now. The recon work me and the monk did should be sufficient to have the heavy hitters deal with the situation."</strong> <br><br>Deinos would take the time to put his cloak back on to shield his skin from the unforgiving sun before he considered what was said by the druid. Anyone else who could help their chances of day to day survival was one of significant value and should not go wasted. <strong>"I had been trying to make a few makeshift spears for the occasion of spear fishing but it would have to be further down the coasts to avoid my fishing lines."</strong> Deinos didn't make note of exactly what kind of bait he had been using for the fish but nothing utterly disrespectful happened in her time sleeping. <strong>"Now then Ruby would you mind telling me about what you can do?"</strong> Deinos had his own conclusions of course based on appearance but it was better to hear it from her own lips.<br><br>The shelter in question was looking incredibly decent as he had worked upon it for the entire time letting the fishing hooks do the work for the hunting. Already he had gotten some bites and captured a few fish and captured some coconuts. The shelter was on a raised platform made of wood and long and broad leaves for a roof. It wasn't luxurious or such but at the very least they were up off the sand and a touch inland so they would not have to worry about falling victim to the elements of weather nor of vermin.<br><br>Craft Check: 14+8 = 22&nbsp; <br>Survival Check: 11+7+2 = 20
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyu</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 00:45:34</strong>
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				Ruby followed the woman and soon arrived at the camp, there was another person in the camp which she greeted with her head bowed. "How do you know my name sir? did we met somewhere else?" she approached the wolf and smiled touching his head a bit as she giggled at him, "He is cute". She knelt down as she slowly let the wolf know she meant no harm at all. She looked at the woman and then at the male and laughed taking her sword from where it was hanging on her back and began to play with&nbsp; the sword around a bit, "Give me a target, and I can show you what I can do". She giggled and&nbsp; sat down in front of the wolf, "Mind if I call you wolfy?". She smirked and let the wolf lick her face as she hugged the wolf tightly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 02:27:02</strong>
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				<strong>"I have very good ears."</strong> Deinos said quickly enough with a completely straight face. <strong>"Plus I heard your name before several times on the ship before that storm hit and I make it a point to know these things in case I have to call out a warning or such."</strong> He looked to the tree over in the distance that he was still working on. <strong>"Think you can finish the job I started then?"</strong> He asked Ruby since seemed very confident bout what she does and he wanted to see how precise she could make a cut on that. The hand axe was still buried on the fallen coconut tree waiting for it to be shortened.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 19:21:56</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/4842499968_952c5df0bc.jpg)</div> <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://static.wix.com/media/47dcf38083981d7e36025d6396104aa9.wix_mp)</div><br>Asfrid smiled politely as the woman paid attention to her ‘sister’ “She answers to many names though usually a howl will bring her back.” The druid studied Ruby and certainly the Barbarian sense though the wolf seemed friendly now; she was still a wild animal, and one with some strength. She spoke again, “Can I help you with injuries if they are very painful, I have some skill in that.”<br><br>The wolf appeared more sociable than the druid if the truth be told still she was trying, “I don’t mind cooking if there is food in the traps, I can also see what sort of herbs are on this island, whether for cooking or healing…” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 19:37:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tavia nods to the old woman again. “Thank you. We’ll return when we can.” She turns on her heel, clasping Tivyrne lightly on her arm and motioning with a tilt of her head that they should leave. After no more than a couple of paces she glances at Lairee, unsure whether or not to speak to her, to urge her to follow as the monk seemed to be uneasy with her. The elf didn’t like this situation any more than anyone else, but they were all in this together now. There was no point it making rivals in the group when ultimately their goal was the same. She sighs once more and she carries on walking, slowly making her way back to the beach and camp. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyu</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 00:09:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ruby sighed as she grabbed her sword and approached the tree landing a hit right in the same spot that he hit without much trouble. She smirked brightly as she took her sword back and walked back to the group, she had a rather harsh looking scar on her leg result from the jump in the water from the boat. She giggled and looked at her wound, "You mean this? Nah I am fine but thank you anyways". She took a deep breath and stuck her blade on the ground as she looked at them, "Perfect, the first time being outside my home and this happens..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 22:37:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Deinos would shrug his shoulders when Ruby muttered about the ship wreck as he then says. <strong>"Would not be an adventure if something didn't go wrong. Besides, there are worse places to be stranded then a place like this."</strong> The ranger said as he would get back to work on the shelter he was constructing as he would note the nice cut where the barbarians blade had gone into the nick he had made <strong>"Impressive. Most impressive."</strong> In the meantime his eyes were affixed upon the task at hand and did take note of the others returning from their expeditions.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>21-09-2011, 01:01:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				From the shadows at the edge of the woods, Tivyrne waits where she's waited for some time... she glances up at Tavia's nearing, speaking from the shadows like a ghost in the dark.&nbsp; Her silhouette and the gleam of moon on her flax-gold skin are all that is visible of her as she leans into a knotty, thick pine as if reluctant to leave her hiding spot.<br><br>Her voice is weak and weary sounding.&nbsp; "I couldn't stand it," she says softly, and the elf's keen night sight picks up her eyes as she rolls them skywards, night no concealment the humiliation she seems to feel at such emotional overflow.&nbsp; "I'm sorry," she says, sniffing once.&nbsp; Her eyes are still shining with tears.&nbsp; "How are we going to be able to help these people?"<br><br>She winces then, and for a moment it's as if she's about to succumb to emotion again.&nbsp; Then, she clenches her teeth in pain.&nbsp; "Gods, it <i>burns</i>," she says with a hiss, the crystalline blades appearing in her hands and disappearing again when she throws them into the ground beside her feet, leaving only a patter of disturbed soil and a soft hiss.&nbsp; The pain, apparently, passes.<br><br>She breathes a deep sigh and presses her hands to her face.&nbsp; "I should stay nearby.&nbsp; In case they come back," she whispers.&nbsp; "Sleep in the woods maybe."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>21-09-2011, 13:53:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tavia looks at Tivyrne in concern, stepping slightly closer though still trying to keep her distance. “In case who comes back?” She asks, her hand reaching for the other woman, to give comfort in some small way. Her hand falls before she makes contact, unsure if it would cause more distress than ease her pain. “And what burns?”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She moves to a nearby tree as she speaks and leans on it herself, arms folded across her chest and one foot on the tree. “There’s just us here right now, so feel free to talk. It isn’t good to bottle things up inside. Believe me I know… Though I don’t really have a lot of control over when they come out.” She chuckles slightly, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight as she looks at the woman before her. “But I do try, hence why I’m not black and blue for people knocking me senseless for my inappropriate outbursts. But they do have to come out, so whatever is bothering you now, or whatever it is you’re feeling… let it out, I won’t judge.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>22-09-2011, 00:52:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tivyrne starts to speak, then remembers the sound Tavia made when the beast-man's spear pierced her side.&nbsp; She thinks for a moment, her breath slow and steady as she studies the elf, then shakes her head.&nbsp; "No... it's nothing.&nbsp; I just... have a bit of a hard time controlling this... thing."&nbsp; She smiles faintly and steps closer.&nbsp; "I'll tell you my whole story one of these days... okay?&nbsp; Boring parts, illicit details, you name it."&nbsp; She smiles faintly, then reaches one hand to cup Tavia's cheek.&nbsp; "Let's see about your wound, okay?&nbsp; You still need healing, right?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>22-09-2011, 03:17:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Stop worrying about my wound. There’s a healer back at camp. She’ll be able to heal me up good as new in no time.” says Tavia, her hand reaching out to tilt Tivyrne’s chin up in order to look into her eyes. She steps closer to the other woman, her body only inches away. “Your wound on the other hand seems to run a lot deeper, and the sooner you let someone look at it the sooner you’ll get better.” She shivers slightly as a tingling sensation moves through her stomach, the movement barely noticeable as she strokes Tivyrne’s jaw line with her finger. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Feeling her cheeks flare with heat at the realisation of her actions she lets her hand drop back to her side and steps away, glad that the darkness covers her blush. <em>Gods if just a touch can make me feel like that, then what would…?</em> She shakes her head to try and dislodge her thoughts from that path. <em>Besides, she might not… </em>She shakes her head again, harder this time. She sighs as she takes another half step back, “I’ll hold you to your tale you know. It seems like you need to talk, and I’d like to get to know you better. Now we really should be getting back to the camp. We’ve been away long enough.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 00:12:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The campfire flickered illuminating the sleeping mound and then it stirred coming, to its feet the lizard stood its tongue flickering. Then it moved heading towards the beach, the rope tightening and holding it back. The lizard dug in it’s feet and strained until with a snap the rope flew apart.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was hungry and after it’s snack this morning it knew where there was easy food to be had. Moving swiftly it reached the beach and then it paused, its tongue flickering as it scented prey. Turning it decided and headed towards the small furry shape near the humans, its feet carrying it rapidly across the sand.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 12:10:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was the wolf that noticed the huge lizard first, well certainly before Asfrid, it growled and the druid turned to see the creature heading towards them, its eyes were intent on her sister. The pale hired druid curled her lip much as the wolf was, however she knew that she was no fighter still she could help the others perhaps. At least she hoped she could.<br><br>It was almost as if she ran her hand over the fire and then sent a flare to the giant lizards eyes. Of course it would do little damage but perhaps it would distract him giving the others a chance to attack. She too would go in with her staff if she had too.<br><br>“Please help…” she looked to the others, sure that they would.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/4842499968_952c5df0bc.jpg)</div> <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://static.wix.com/media/47dcf38083981d7e36025d6396104aa9.wix_mp)</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyu</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 17:28:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ruby's eyes went open as she saw back to where the lizard man was fighting the woman with the wolf. She growled and grabbed her sword, this would be her first fighting experience and she was sure she could win. The lizard was gross and it's skin was covered with scales she hated things like that. She saw her first real target being something good it would make her a true warrior. She hanged on tight to her sword as she charged toward the creature hoping it would connect.<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">Roll Result: Ruby rolled: 1d20, adding 8to the total<br>Comment: Attack Roll<br>Result: 15,<br>Total: 23</div></div><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>04-10-2011, 16:47:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As Tavia neared the camp she heard the cry for help. She stumbled slightly at the sound, remembering what she saw the last time she headed towards such a cry. This one didn’t sound so panicked and there were, or at least should be, more people at the camp. When she left the cover of the trees she saw a lizard at the camp, heading towards the druid and her wolf companion. She cursed loudly, drew her bow and took aim at the creature. <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"><strong>Roll ID:</strong> 32008 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=32008)<br><strong>Roll Result:</strong> Stia rolled: 1d20, adding 7 to the total<br><strong>Comment:</strong> Attack - Long Bow<br><strong>Result:</strong> 19, <br><strong>Total:</strong> 26<br><br><strong>Roll ID:</strong> 32009 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=32009)<br><strong>Roll Result:</strong> Stia rolled: 1d8, adding 1 to the total<br><strong>Comment:</strong> Damage - Long Bow<br><strong>Result:</strong> 6, <br><strong>Total:</strong> 7<br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 18:19:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After casting her spell which she was not sure was effectual or not the druid watched on, it seemed that the warrior woman certainly knew her way around a sword, and was aggressive and confident. That was certainly something that seemed to be needed on this island even after the few things she had seen here. This was a dangerous place it appeared. Not only was Asfrid glad of her sister but also the fact there were others too. <br><br>Her mind then was distracted at the thought of the others and where they were …what had happened to them. It was then an arrow seemed to fly through the air it appeared straight and true the druid let out a silent prayer that both women would strike true. At least she knew one of the other group was safe. After all she wanted to save some of her power for after the battle for perhaps some might need it.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/4842499968_952c5df0bc.jpg)</div> <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://static.wix.com/media/47dcf38083981d7e36025d6396104aa9.wix_mp)</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>09-10-2011, 07:08:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The ranger saw three attackers on one raveous but dangerous giant lizard. It seemed highly unlikely that it would survive all those attacks but the Ranger makes good on his acts of protection and take up his own bow and then nocks an arrow and then draws the string to his cheek. Taking careful aim he makes sure he takes the shot the moment he had a clear shot and then lets the arrow sink into the target.<br><br>(One attack, precise aim)<br><br>Attack Roll: 11+7 = 18<br>Roll Witness: http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3213508/ (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3213508/)<br><br>Damage Roll: 2+2 = 4<br>Roll Witness: http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3213511/ (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3213511/)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ulthakptah</strong> on <strong>20-10-2011, 01:41:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The day hasn't been well for Shurkroat. The ship he was on had sunk, and now he was stranded on an unfamiliar island. He had spent his day alone, away from any other survivors. He didn't even know it there were other survivors. He was all by himself wandering the beach. Spending most of his time drying his clothes and getting sand out of his shoes. It wasn't until much later her heard a ruckus, and headed to it.<br><br>He got to the scene of all the noise. Some humanoids were at combat with a lizard. It looked like they needed help, but he wasn't certain. He drew his huge sword and stepped to where he could be seen. He didn't jump in to help them without permission because that would just be rude. For all he knew it was training. He cleared his voice and spoke "Hello, do you at all require any assistance?" Before them stood a seemingly normal looking human. Tall and muscled with short blond hair. A little ragged from the ship wreck, but it looks like he had tried to clean up some. The only thing odd about him were the glowing cyan glyphs that made a circle that went around his head.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aybara</strong> on <strong>20-10-2011, 02:03:49</strong>
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				Diego had found himself earlier that day waking on a beach with what small positions he had grabbed before abandoning ship. He shook his hands the biting cold already chilling him, his clothes sopping wet drops flying from his hands. His hair matted and the taste of salt on his lips he put his hands behind him and laughed, what else could he do?<br><br>Later that day he found himself journeying across the land looking for signs of civilization if there was any to be found. His possessions were few, some rope, throwing knives and his rapier were the most important. Hearing the sounds of combat he raced towards it. From behind a small boulder he saw three people fighting a huge lizard creature of some kind, drawing his sword which had been his trusted companion for years he charged towards the beast. He sought to find a weak point in its scaly hide, the thin blade of the rapier seeking to find purchase but its hide was extremely thick and he was unsure if he was doing any significant damage.<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">Roll Result: Aybara rolled: 1d20, adding 8to the total<br>Comment: Diego attacking a giant lizard after charging<br>Result: 8, <br>Total: 16<br>If that hits damage will be Roll Result: Aybara rolled: 1d6, adding 2to the total<br>Comment: Diego attacking a giant lizard after charging if he hits<br>Result: 5, <br>Total: 7<br>&nbsp;</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>20-10-2011, 14:19:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tavia lowered her bow and stared in amazement as two people appeared from either side of the beach and headed for the camp. Both had the look of spending too much time in sea and she guessed they must have been from the ship also. She shook her head and slowly made her way forward. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As she reached the group gathered around the lizard she laid her hand on the shoulder of the newcomer who had, in her opinion, delivered the ending blow and laughed. “I think you got it my friend.” She took a step to the side and glanced to the other newcomer, “So no, I don’t think we need any assistance, at least not with this lizard.” <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She swung her bow onto her back, folded her arms cross her chest and looked at each of them in turn, grinning. “Names Tavia. And who may you two be?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>20-10-2011, 15:16:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The druid with the wolf looked on she was what one might call a little feral looking and perhaps nervous like many wild animals. After all her life had for the majority been spent in the wilderness with her ‘family’. She watched the new comers carefully and sniffed the air. It was obvious that they had been on the boat, perhaps like her they had been harmed in the wreck. <br><br>Approaching then with caution the pale haired woman and the wolf looked to the other. “There might be more here…lizards I mean.” She paused and bowed her head, and the large wolf drew closer. “Has anyone been hurt…and perhaps we might find a way so we don’t kill all the local fauna. Looking at the dead lizard Asfrid ask if anyone could skin it or use any of its part, as she might be able to cook it. Too her waste was abhorrent. Death was part of the cycle but something had to come from it.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/4842499968_952c5df0bc.jpg)</div> <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://static.wix.com/media/47dcf38083981d7e36025d6396104aa9.wix_mp)</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>20-10-2011, 18:54:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Relyn had come to the island with the survivors, though he wasn't bound to it in anyway; he could simply swim off. But his sense of honor compelled him to make sure that they were at least alright and had survived the sinking of the ship. Unlike most of his crewmates; it seemed that most of the passengers had managed to get off; he was off because during the incident; he'd been thrown overboard by the sudden movement of the ship.&nbsp; Islands were familiar to him and he moved through the undergrowth of them with little care; but it was irritating at times; being so used to the currents of water than the ones of air and "softer" plantlife. <br><br>"Great they managed to get into trouble with a big lizard.. .bet it's make good steaks though." he mused quietly and moved around; having not yet made his presence known to them and climbed upa&nbsp; tree and perched ona&nbsp; branch waiting for the giant lizard to move into position as he readied his harpoon.&nbsp; Once it did; he hurled it, keeping the trailing rope with him.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Click to Hide/Show</div><div class="spoiler_body">Relyn hurled his harpoon at the lizard once it got in range. <br><br>Rolled a natural 20 +6 mod for 23 total damage on critical; roll of 20 (14+6) for Critical confirmation: 11 damage non critical. Note Harpoon impales itself into target upon a hit adn requires a DC 15 str check to remove or 2 hands to remove as a standard action, eitehr way: does 1d10 more damage</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ulthakptah</strong> on <strong>21-10-2011, 02:53:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shurkroat put away his sword, hanging it on the leather strap on his back. Turning towards Tavia he says "I'm sorry in the heat of the moment I seem to have forgotten my manners." It didn't sound like he was joking, even though he looked calm and polite during the attack. "My name is Oathborn Shurkroat. In non-formal situations where it would be unusual to use a full name call me Shurkroat as it is my given name." He sort of just stood there quietly afterwards.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aybara</strong> on <strong>21-10-2011, 03:43:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"And I am Diego Orczy, I recognize some of your faces but can not match them to names. It is a pleasure to make the acquaintance of each of you, I had hoped others would be on this island." He smiled at Tavia and then at the others, he took her hand on his shoulder and kissed it as he bowed. "At your service my Lady. It seems tonight we eat well."<br>He then kneeled down beside the corpse of the lizard and ran a hand along it's scales examining it before patting it's side "It's beautiful." He hand moved along the scales while his eyes looked at its powerful claws, he had no regrets for his actions but he appreciated the form of this predator, it was not evil and he respected it and could appreciate it for what it had been.<br><br>(http://img508.imageshack.us/img508/2787/inigomontoya.jpg) (http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/508/inigomontoya.jpg/)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>21-10-2011, 16:00:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Diego, Shurkroat, a pleasure.” Said Tavia, nodding to each of them in turn, before giving the dead lizard a swift kick for its troubles. “I knew this thing would be back. Damn thing ate the captain of the ship… while he was alive I might add. That was a lovely way to wake up I can tell you, seeing this thing covered in blood and gore, head buried in the captains insides.” She glared at the lizard again before turning and heading towards a rock near the tree line to sit. As she sat she clutched at her side, pain from the wound she had sustained from fighting in the forest biting hard. “Asfrid.” She said in a low growl. “Is there anything you can do about this wound? A better bandage, or a spell maybe? I came off a little worse for wear during my trip into the forest and I’m no healer.” She tried to smile at the druid, but it came out more a grimace of pain than a smile, so she gave up and lent her head against a tree instead. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aybara</strong> on <strong>21-10-2011, 19:03:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"There's nothing I can do for you sadly my skills lay else where." He walked over to the rock checking the tree line for wild beasts. Then he turned and looked around the general area surveying what he could see. "So perhaps you know more of this island than I, you are the first souls I found but for that I am yet thankful."<br><br>He closed his eyes taking a deep breath trying to soak in his surroundings, even the smell. He appeared quite calm and serene, which for a man who was recently ship wrecked might appear odd. His fingers iddly checked his bandoleer which had throwing knives attached to it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>22-10-2011, 01:32:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Aye, I know a little about this Island, though not much. We are not the only ones here. This lizard was kept as a pet, though its masters are now dead. Natives by the way of reptilian humanoids. But there are humans here also.” Tavia pulled a face at the memory of meeting the women of the prison camp in the forest. ” Ugh, this place has no end of troubles and to get off this Island it looks like we may have to sort them out.” She started to tell camp at large about her findings. About the women she met in the camp and their troubles, repeating what the village elder had said to her. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“The village’s men folk have all been taken captive by a tall man carrying a staff and his dog faced humanoid minions and forced to excavate an old cave in a mountain to the north, why they don’t know. They were told that if they tried anything the men folk would suffer and they can only presume that the men were told the same.” She shook her head as she recalled the tale. “Now the village in the forest are friendly with the reptilian village that’s not too far from here. But when this man came, so too did the reptilians. He left them around the village as guards. This man and his men first came to the reptilian’s marsh and demanded workers. The chief of the village and his warriors refused and told them to leave. The man gestured and the chief and his warriors where engulfed with flame. Any that survived where cut down by the dog faced men. But Marina, the elder woman from the forest village, said it’s too dry for them up in the mountain so they die quickly. So the man came to her village and took the men.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tavia looked around the group and blushed; for she was sure she was rambling and making no sense. “If we help them then one of the men will guide us across the island to the port. Marina gave me directions to the reptilian village and to the mountain, but to get to Marina in the first place I had to kill the guards, hence the wounds I’ve received. This lizard was the guards pet.” <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She looked towards what looked like a pile of old, ripped sails and rope near the river and gestured towards it with a nod of her head. “Wrapped in that old sail in the body of a small boy we found while searching the beach for survivors from the ship. He belongs to one of the women in the village. I promised I would return him to his mother as soon as it is safe to do so. A promise I will keep one way or another.” <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She hangs her head in her hands and starts to cry, tears flowing fast and free from her eyes and her body racked with sobs. It was all too much for her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aybara</strong> on <strong>22-10-2011, 02:09:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Diego put his hand on her shoulder "Tavia you are not alone, I for one would help you though I can not speak of the others. Each of us survived the perils of the waves when so many others did not, each of us survived through skill or luck and in what lays ahead we will have need of both. It is a long road we must travel and the burden is heavy but it can be done."<br><br>He looked at the others and smiled "This Island may have its woes but they are not ones we can't solve with blades, spells and cunning. I say we topple whatever tyrant has set himself up above these people but you have a better grasp of the situation than I, your plan seems sound Tavia."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>22-10-2011, 08:17:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The ranger busied himself by skinning the lizards pelt and using that so he could cut the meat off the lizard and removes the innards. Using what remains of the sails that weren't used for any funeral cloths he would wrap the innards into some of the sails and then ties it into a pouch with a touch of twine or rope. That would be used for fishing bait and the meat would be placed upon flat rocks near the fire so it could start cooking. However to season it just a touch he wrapped the raw meat in some seaweed. As they talked, he quietly worked on survival listening to what they had to say. Cleaning the lizard pelt off he would place the cleaned pelt in the backpack and then tends to the fire. The shelter was finished for now and keeping himself busy was how he took care of things.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>22-10-2011, 11:39:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Asfrid nodded to Tavia when she showed her the wound. The druid was a skilled healer and not just magically, however as the majority of her herbs had been lost during the wreck it would be a little more difficult but not impossible. She checked the wound then cleaned it so it would not become infected. It was then a honey mix was used to help seal it. Along something for the pain that would likely make the elf more comfortable.<br><br>After some study Asfrid debated on whether magical healing would be more appropriate. The Island after hearing the story seemed dangerous and decisions in using her powers would have to be very well considered. However perhaps they could make allies. There was also the matter in the long term of getting off this place too.<br><br>With that in mind and still helping Tivia, the druid spoke again, “I do not mind working with a different pack again it is true you are not alone, but I have a question, are we intending on trying to leave this place? Or do we believe that the fates saw it that we should aid with the situation here?” Her voice was quiet though still had the presence of a feral underlying tone. The wolf remained close to her watching the others carefully. Though loyal to Asfrid it was still a wild animal. <br><br>This woman was impressed with the ranger, pleased he understood too, that especially in a situation as they were in nothing could be wasted.<br><br><br><br>&nbsp;<div class="floatright">(http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/4842499968_952c5df0bc.jpg)</div> <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://static.wix.com/media/47dcf38083981d7e36025d6396104aa9.wix_mp)</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>22-10-2011, 17:58:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tavia wipes her eyes with the back of hand and looks up at Diego, laughing. “Plan? You think I have a plan? No sir, no plan here. I was sent to see what I could in the forest, and what I have found I have told you.” She glances at the druid and thanks her for the aid with a smile and a nod, holding her hands briefly in gratitude before getting up and stretching. “As for fate… I’m not sure… I’m really not sure about anything right now.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aybara</strong> on <strong>22-10-2011, 18:34:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Diego smiled as she laughed "A plan would be useful and we may yet create one but what is going on here is clearly wrong, and there is no point questioning fate it will do as it does without our counsel. Besides I would hazard a guess that whatever powers seek to control this land will have by trying to seize control of vital positions like ports or other means to leave, seeking to leave might be the same in many ways as trying to stop them. Even if we try to leave we must still find a way off and aiding these nobles might be our best way to gain the information we would need?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>24-10-2011, 00:12:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“That was my thought as well.” Said Tavia, looking towards Diego and nodding. “For now though I say we should rest. The day grows long and there’s not much we can do tonight.” She lifts her arms high above her head once more and stretches. Her muscles ached like mad and she was looking forward to getting some rest after the long day, though she guessed that a night on the beach wasn’t going to do her aching back all that much good. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Looking around the camp she spots Deinos near the fire and calls to him. “Deinos! Is there anything I can do to help? I’ve been in the forest for most of the day and left all the work of the camp to you and Asfrid. I feel I must do something to help.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aybara</strong> on <strong>25-10-2011, 15:05:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I have gathered a small amount of would that had washed up&nbsp; on the shore, it is not far and I will return with it shortly. It might as well serve some use." He continued to grin and began to walk away, turning to look at the somewhat eclectic group. "If I do not return avenge me at your earliest convenience."<br><br>A thumb hooked into his belt near the sheath of his rapier as he walked away, he was in no huge rush if he hadn't recklessly charged a giant lizard minutes ago it would be possible to imagine that he was a man that never rushed anywhere.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ulthakptah</strong> on <strong>25-10-2011, 22:25:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shurkroat had made is way to a fallen log and sat down quietly listening to the others chatting. He was kind of observing them like they were strange creatures. From what he could tell some of them had had a much harder day than him and were about to head to sleep. Syncing up his sleep cycle with theirs would be the best plan, as there is safety in numbers and planned to continue to travel with them.<br><br>"Resting sounds like a pleasant notion. Does anyone have some bedding I could use for the evening?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>26-10-2011, 22:46:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The night passed quietly as the small group of survivors settled down. Taking it in turns to keep watch and feed the fire, occasionally the background noise of the jungle faded away and gleaming eyes flashed in the darkness but the party was undisturbed.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Dawn came quickly, the sun appearing over the horizon and then climbing into the sky. The sounds of the jungle waking up floated across them bringing with it the problem of what the party should do next.<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aybara</strong> on <strong>26-10-2011, 23:27:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Diego threw another plank onto the fire&nbsp; and warmed his hands as the dawn came. Lit by the amber light of the flames he turned to the others. "It is not perhaps the most pressing in the greater scope of what goes on in this island but as Tavia said there is a young boys body, it might not take us too long to bring him home before continuing on." He looked around at the others to see if anyone would suggest an alternate course of action.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>27-10-2011, 18:54:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Relyn had kept a watch over the small group since the previous day and would make his presence known at this time. Coming out of the underbrush, he'd offer then a friendly wave. "I see you survived the sinking well enough." He said candidly, his long blue hair shining a slight green color in the firelight as he did.&nbsp; His eyes a sea-green color but was wearing a gleaming chainshirt as armor and held a long heavy looking...harpoon?&nbsp; He was an Aventi sailor that'd been on the ship they were travelling on but had gone out of his way not to call attention to himself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>30-10-2011, 15:22:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tavia woke as the sun rose. When the sun light hit her eyes she groaned and turned away, the movement causing her to groan even more as her sore muscles protested after the hard night sleep. Finally she gave up and moved closer to the fire, grumbling softly to herself. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Morning Diego,” she said, shivering slightly in the chill morning air. At Diego’s words she nodded. “I made a promise to the women that I would bring the boy back, and one way or another I will do that.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tavia continued to sit and warm herself by the fire, lost in her own thoughts when a blue haired stranger walked into the camp unseen to her. She looked up in surprise as he spoke, the voice unfamiliar to her, and promptly fell off the log she was sitting on. Cursing none to quietly, she picked herself up off the sand and dusted herself down. She glared at the new comer, failing to remember if he had been on the ship or not.&nbsp; “And who may you be, good sir?” she said, her voice and stance unconsciously taking on the timber of her mother when talking to an unwanted guest at their home. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aybara</strong> on <strong>30-10-2011, 15:58:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Diego helped Tavia to her feet after her fall, the elven woman certainly seemed a bit more talkative than the others, perhaps if he could befriend her they might become a bit more accepting of him. As she began dusting herself off an asked the question Diego gave a nod, the slightest curve of a smile coming to his lips. Hopefully another ally on their journeys and another survivor from the ocean's cruel intentions. Still he kept an eye on the stranger, just in case but didn't make any aggressive moves as he waited for the man to respond to Tavia's question.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>30-10-2011, 16:32:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Asfrid had slept just a little outside the camp with her ‘sister’, she was a shy woman, and spoke only when it was needed. Often it seemed like the wolf was more forthcoming than she was, it padded forward to the new comer and faired her nostrils.<br><br>It was only then that the druid stood and approached closer to the fire, “I…I can cook if you like. Let’s see what we have? Then maybe we can start our first task?” After a night of sleep much of Asfrid’s power hand been replenished. This was a good thing as it seemed there was more than a little trouble upon this island, and it needed the balance that she understood.<br><br>Smiling at the newcomer the pale haired druid offered a smile. “We don’t have much but I think we can share, one more will not hurt us…” Looking to the others Asfrid hoped that she was not speaking out of turn. The wolf rubbed herself against the man and then returned to Asfrid. "He has our scent..." <br><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/4842499968_952c5df0bc.jpg)</div> <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://static.wix.com/media/47dcf38083981d7e36025d6396104aa9.wix_mp)</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>30-10-2011, 19:31:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				To the wolf though, his scent would be... watery? almost? Probably because he wasn't naturally terrestrial and landbound like the others. But he nodded to the rest of them. "Don't worry. I'm a friend. I'm one of the sailors that was on that ship when it went down." he said to them and tossed them three heavy looking salmon. "Here. this will ease your strain on your rations. I caught them earlier this morning and drug in a few supplies drifting on the ocean fo ryou." he said. "they'r eon the beach not far away."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>30-10-2011, 21:08:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tavia shook her head in her lack of knowledge, but visibly relaxed. She didn’t remember the man at all, but the wolf seemed to know him so she guessed he was ok. “Well she seems to remember you, even if I don’t. And if you’re from the ship then you’re more than welcome to join us. My name is Tavia.” She held her hand out in greeting. “This Island is a lot more dangerous than it looks sat here on the beach, so we need to stick together.” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aybara</strong> on <strong>31-10-2011, 00:39:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Diego smiled at the man holding out his hand as well "I am Diego, the island is indeed dangerous, we are soon to set out to return a young boy who fell foul of it to his parents. There are greater troubles a foot, a power seeking to control this place. It is likely that to leave we will have to confront it." His eyes moved to the fish, he was hungry he realized and a few fish would be more than welcome.<br><br>He turned to Tavia then "How far is the boys home from here do you recall?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>31-10-2011, 14:41:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Not too far, but far enough. There shouldn’t be any guards, seeming I killed them and they aren’t due to change till tomorrow.” said Tavia, sitting back down on the log and wrapping her cloak around her for warmth, her face falling at the memory. “The best time to take the boy would be today. After that, I really don’t know what to do.” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aybara</strong> on <strong>02-11-2011, 14:50:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://img508.imageshack.us/img508/2787/inigomontoya.jpg) (http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/508/inigomontoya.jpg/)</div>Diego move over beside Tavia and sat down beside her on the log, he put a hand around her shoulder smiled "You know there are others here, you do not carry the weight of these things alone." His smile was genuine but the man didn't really know her, some people could easily consider him to be being a little too familiar with someone he didn't know well enough. "There is plenty we can do, but now we can eat and stay warm by the fire, I'd like to think such a notion might put a smile on a pretty woman's face, or is it the company that so offends you." He kept smiling and licked his lips briefly as he mentioned food.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>02-11-2011, 18:41:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tavia threw her head back and laughed, surprised that someone could still be so merry after having only just survived a shipwreck. “No good sir, the company is fine. Better than I’m used to at any rate. I’m just too emotional for my own good. Be grateful I’m not shouting and throwing a tantrum. Though I am sure that will happen again soon enough. I’m sure a number of our gathered company can remember the last time.” She looked up at Diego, a small smile still on her lips and thanks shining in her eyes, and nodded slightly. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Looking away and grunting, she pushed herself up and stretched. It never did her any good, but it was a habit. Any time she ached or felt uncomfortable, she stretched. Turning to Diego again she smiled once more, trying to catch his lighter mood. “Right, you mentioned food. We need to eat. I have a feeling it’s going to be long day, one way or another, so we best be prepared for it. And there’s no use going on an adventure on an empty stomach.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She looked towards the others still sleeping and wondered if she should wake them. Not all of them would need to take the boy back to the village, but it would be wise if everyone knew where everyone was. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>02-11-2011, 19:24:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Relyn would remain where he was and simply sat down on a fallen log, seeming like he was wary of the fire and didn't want to get too close to it. The light would gleam off light scaling on his forearms and displaying the retractable fins that grew there, laying flat against his arm currently.&nbsp; "I can take the boy back to the village without a problem if it needs to be done." He said. "A child shouldn't have to wander alone anywhere." The ranger said and looked at the other humans or humanoids around them.&nbsp; I twas a different type of feeling; he was used to sailors and Aventi, but landlubbers were a differnt flavor all together.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ulthakptah</strong> on <strong>02-11-2011, 21:22:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shurkroat began to stir. He was not used to sleeping on the ground and had a difficult time falling asleep last night. He sat and and turned to the rest of them not saying anything. Normally in the mornings he liked to exercise, but in a survival situation it would be best to conserve his energy. Instead her just began practicing his arcane symbols. The Illumain sat cross legged while practicing. He wondered when they would cook more of the lizard to eat.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aybara</strong> on <strong>02-11-2011, 23:51:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Diego grinned as Tavia laughed "There are better uses of your time then tantrums, as I am sure you well know." He turned to Relyn "We should likely stick together, dangerous forces roam this land. If you bring his body and ran into them it might not end well for you, his home is not that far and should not take us too long."<br><br>He stood up and walked behind Tavia and said in a low voice "If you need to release stress I know ways that can help you- relax." He said this low to her ear and then attempted to tickle her under her arms. He smiled and said loudly "We are alive, that is always a good reason to laugh!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>03-11-2011, 15:12:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tavia ignored Diego’s comment about time being better spent and turned to the new comer as he spoke, smiling softly. “Thank you, but I should be the one to take him back. After all, they know my face where as they don’t know yours, though you’re more than welcome to accompany me when I take him.” <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She turned and reached for some of the food that had been prepared the night before, not really noticing Diego walking up behind her. She raised an eye brow at his whispered innuendo but smiled slightly all the same. The smile tuned into a shriek as Diego’s hands suddenly found the tender, ticklish spots under her arms. Dropping the food she had just picked up Tavia wheeled around and pushed him squarely on the shoulder, making him stumble back away from her. “Laugh!? I’ll be laughing whole heartedly as I murder you in your sleep if you do that again you, you… swine!” Rage bubbled behind her eyes as she advanced on Diego, but she just couldn’t keep hold of it. Instead she just burst out laughing, the force of it sending her sprawling onto the sand at his feet. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ulthakptah</strong> on <strong>03-11-2011, 15:22:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shurkroat watched the scene unfold before him rather confused. He wasn't sure what was wrong with Tavia. How or why she went so suddenly from angry to laughing. Maybe she was mad in the sense that meant crazy? Either way he can't help but note that the other races are weird and seem to be driven by emotions. He waited for her to not be so strange then spoke up. "Ahem, I think it would be for the best survival wise if we all stay formed as a collective group as we are less likely to fall to an attack with a large number of defenders. So if you plan on returning the corpse to it's former domicile, we should all accompany you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aybara</strong> on <strong>03-11-2011, 15:56:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Diego saw the smile, he had been more expecting some other emotion for the woman in all honest maybe her being bashful or annoyed immediately. Her response to the tickling was fantastic. He moved to help her stand&nbsp; up a big silly grin&nbsp; on his face and his hand outstretched downwards to help her up. He resolved what he would do in a more discrete moment to the pretty young woman. "We are in agreement then Shurkoat."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>03-11-2011, 16:31:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/4842499968_952c5df0bc.jpg)</div> <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://static.wix.com/media/47dcf38083981d7e36025d6396104aa9.wix_mp)</div><br>Asfrid and the wolf were quiet as they ate the food that at least the druid had helped to cook. The two feral ones watched on, both were quiet. Of course they wanted to help with any necessary actions to deal with the issues of imbalance upon the Island. At least the sleep she had taken meant her power was restored and thus the earth would offer her spells once more.<br><br>The wolf after eating padded about the camp sniffing for predators and then the druid stood, her head was bowed, she was certainly a shy one, though the way&nbsp; her ears and nostrils twitched the wariness may well have been more to that undomesticated nature. <br><br>She watched the antics of at least one of the ‘pack’ then but did not intervene at least not for now. <br><br>“We have eaten now perhaps now it is time to return the boy?” Asfrid gave the wolf&nbsp; a little more food. Once more the druid bowed her head letting others make any choices, the ones that needed to be made, after all it had been some time since she had been with 'humans'. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>03-11-2011, 17:13:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Coughing from laughter Tavia took the offered hand and pulled herself to her feet. “Sorry Shurkroat…” said the elf, a slight blush on her face from her outburst as she dusted herself down. “And yes, you’re probably right. Sticking together is probably a good idea.” She coughed again and shoved Diego by his shoulder once more. “Don’t do that again, ok?” she said wagging a finger at him, a look of playful seriousness on her face. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She shook her head at his blatant flirting and turned away, walking to where she had left the young boy. She picked him up gently; making sure the old sail was still wrapped firmly around his small frame. She coughed again, both from the aftermath of the tickling and the sadness that was welling inside of her once more. She bit her lip and bid the tears to stay away. The young elven woman was almost certain that the gathered party thought her strange and crying after laughing so hard was not going to help those thoughts. Most people thought her strange when they saw her switch from one emotion to another in a blink of an eye, but it was nothing she could help. She was who she was and although she tried her best to control the more violent aspects of her outbursts, she couldn’t control them all. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Sighing Tavia stood and turned, heading back to the camp fire with the boy. Tears made her eyes glisten in the early morning sun, but none fell. “Right then, are we ready to move on?”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aybara</strong> on <strong>03-11-2011, 17:46:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Diego's face was more solemn now when she returned but he picked up his few possessions and nodded getting in line beside her. Clearly he did not relish this task but gave no complaint. His eyes moved along the tree line and searched the shadows, the journey might yet be dangerous and he would rather see that danger coming.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>03-11-2011, 23:26:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was a quiet sombre party that made their way through the forest and back to the village. The women in the village where going about their daily chores when one of them spotted the party.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Word spread quickly through the women and by the time the party reached the centre of the village all the women where assembled. There was a emotional unsettling time as the mother claimed her sons body. After the woman, her family and close friends had left to perform the appropriate rites Marina came over.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Leaning on her staff she regarded the group her eyes locking onto Tavia. “Thank you for bringing Johan back.” She took a swig of her bottle and made a vague offer of it to Tavia.<br>“That mage bastard does not strike me as the type to live and let live seeing as you killed his guards. So I guess it ends with him or you dead, anything I can do to help you let me know.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>05-11-2011, 17:44:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tavia shook her head as Marina offered her the bottle she was drinking from. “Speaking of the guards, what will happen to you and the village once this mage finds out his guards have been killed? Will you be ok? As for what help I could ask for, I’m not sure...” She turns to the others gathered around her, confusion clear on her face, in the hope that one of them could think of things that she could not. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aybara</strong> on <strong>05-11-2011, 18:02:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Spotting the confused look on Tavia's face Diego decided to help, he had originally intended to let the others deal with talking to these people since they might know them to some degree but Diego thought for a moment and then jumped in with both feet. "Surely these guards must be replaced at times, could you ask the other villagers where they come from? If we know we can go deal with them and spare your village from reprisals that they might otherwise inflict. Perhaps we can convince them to turn against their master but if not I would rather put an end to them than let them bring more suffering to you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 17:52:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“They come from the reptilian village not too far from here. And from what Marina said last time, they are as much a prisoner as the women here as this mage went to them first. Something I didn’t know when I came to the village last time. I’ve thought about going to see them, but I don’t know what good it will do us.” Said Tavia, spreading her hands in defeat. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aybara</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 01:51:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Diego thought for a moment. "Well they know more of what is going on than us, we could try going to talk with them and seeing if they will work with us or at the very least give us the information we need and turn a blind eye to us while we try to sort the problem. If they insist on fighting us then we can perhaps try to drive them off and maybe capture one and ask him some questions again." He continued smiling "We just need to keep our eyes open in case they get violent."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 18:42:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Relyn shrugged about it, they'd dealt with lizardfolk in the past and most were hostile to pretty much everyone. Whatever it was about humanoids got under their scales permanently it seemed. "It'll get violent and more than likely they won't answer your questions." He pointed out quietly as he thought about it from behind the group.&nbsp; "Lure one of them out and try it if you really want to, LIzardfolk respond to strength and dominance; so you might have to show them you're the boss." he pointed out sagely.&nbsp; At least they weren't like Sahuagin that didn't listen to ANYONE other than their priests.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 20:22:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/4842499968_952c5df0bc.jpg)</div> <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://static.wix.com/media/47dcf38083981d7e36025d6396104aa9.wix_mp)</div><br>As was her way Afrid was quiet but she did watch and listen carefully to the interactions between the various members of the ‘pack’. They were certainly disparate yet Tavia the elf appeared to have taken on the role as the alpha, and this was not a problem to the druid, as she had almost always been on the fringe of society. <br><br>Approaching the serious elf she speaks in her usual quiet manner. “I am no real fighter I am afraid, but I have other skills… If needs be my sister will use tooth and claw.” <br><br>In a more private place the two would show throat to her it was the best way to show loyalty and the simplest way. However it seemed there wore many matters that needed to be attended to. It was more than obvious that this plae haired human woman was shy and somewhat nervous.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 23:15:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Marina smiled, “We can play dumb with the best of them, we know nothing about happened to your guards.” She gestured to the jungle, “Besides there are things in the interior that a lizardman man is nothing more than a quick snack too.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She took another swig and a look of remembered horror came on her face.” Sometimes they come out this way, not often but it is possible. Anyhow if you want to go to their villages we can show you the way.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aybara</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 00:34:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"That would be very useful if we are to try and get one by themselves and see what could be done." He smiled at Marina "The sooner we are underway the sooner the mysteries of this place will be revealed and the path to our goal will become clear." He walked backward towards the village from the group his arms outstretched and a mischievous grin on his face. "We are one step closer and as we all know as long as you can keep moving you are not dead!" He turned on his heal and moved towards the village.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>14-11-2011, 17:53:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tavia looked at Relyn and Asfrid and replied to each in turn, “It’s worth a try. If they don’t help then at least we can thin the herd a little. As for fighting Asfrid, I wouldn’t say I’m much of a fighter either. Look at how I got stabbed last time I fought! Which you helped heal, so even you can’t fight that well you can help patch us up after.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She listened to Diego and Marina speak and shook her head as Diego walked off backwards and grinning. “We had better follow him before he gets himself into trouble.” She said looking back to the others before following Diego and Marina. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aybara</strong> on <strong>15-11-2011, 17:39:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Diego smiled and spoke with one hand cupping his mouth "We are on an island that is in the clutches of an evil force and we have no idea where the island is in relation to our homes. Tavia I am in trouble but I am alive and in the company of several beautiful women... how could I not be in trouble?" He grinned wolfishly, the man seemed eternally at ease with the situation and almost amused unless things were dire. He was not terribly pleased with the situation but he knew it could be much worse.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>19-11-2011, 17:34:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/4842499968_952c5df0bc.jpg)</div> <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://static.wix.com/media/47dcf38083981d7e36025d6396104aa9.wix_mp)</div><br>“We are going to have to be extremely careful.”&nbsp; Asfrid said in her usual quiet manner. “We do not know the lay of the land yet which puts us to more than a small disadvantage. Tavia you are quieter than most that I have seen.” The druid paused for a moment and looked over the others. “Not that I would want you in danger but perhaps if you scout…a little with another that walks softly?” There was another sigh, “If needs be my sister for I would not want you alone.<br><br>It was then that the druid picked a couple of plants and berries that looked familiar, but only time would tell if they were , this would offer her more information about the Island.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aybara</strong> on <strong>19-11-2011, 21:13:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Though I laugh I can be as quiet as a light breeze when needs be and I have no opposition to spend a little time alone with the lovely Tavia but would anyone else join us or rather go instead of me?" He walked back to the group his steps well chosen as anyone in the group could see to show that he could move with some grace if needed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>21-11-2011, 13:05:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“I can indeed tread softly. Part and parcel of the trade one might say” Said Tavia, winking at Diego as he walked back towards them. “Scouting may be a good idea at some point and I’m happy to do it. We can figure out who’s to go with me when the time comes.” She gestured to Marina to lead the way to the reptilian’s village and followed after her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ulthakptah</strong> on <strong>21-11-2011, 14:49:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shurkroat didn't speak up and just watched as the others started to make plans. Obviously he agreed that these peoples plight was one in his own. He felt as the others in that the people here needed help to be saved, and wanted to help them as well. So he had no objections to raise as they decided to deal with the folk that had been oppressing the people here. He also didn't anything to say about scouting. He was not one who practiced the covert arts, and didn't think himself a value as a scout.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>21-11-2011, 23:49:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Marina shouted, “Mary.” A small girl in her early teens came over. “Take them to the Reptiles village.” The girl nodded and then led the party out into the jungle. She did not say much, just stayed ahead of them leading them along jungle trails almost indistinguishable from each other.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Eventually after a couple of hours she stopped and waited for them to catch up. “Here.” She moved forward and part the foliage gesturing down. In front at the bottom of the hill they where on a salt march started. Here on the edge of it could be seen a collection of huts clustered around a large central one.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Female reptiles could be seen along with their young moving around the village. A large dog-headed male was wandering around the edge of the village a halberd slung over his shoulder.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The girl pointed to the guard, “That is one of the ones with the wizard.” Her finger continued to move, “The trail goes down the hill and comes out opposite the village.” She looked down, “I think I see a path that will take you to the marsh and you can move along the edge to the village. Or even I suppose go into the marsh and come at the village from the other side.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aybara</strong> on <strong>22-11-2011, 00:13:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Diego ran his thumb and index finger along opposite sides of his dark mustache before they came to rest on his jaw as he looked at the village. "Dealing with a patrol of armed aggressive warriors is one thing but their are children there, I'm not comfortable with being too aggressive and it does seem like cornering one alone would be a good idea. I wish no harm to come to their young." He spoke quietly to the others and kept low keeping his body close to a tree hoping not to be seen by the reptiles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>25-11-2011, 01:05:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/4842499968_952c5df0bc.jpg)</div> <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://static.wix.com/media/47dcf38083981d7e36025d6396104aa9.wix_mp)</div><br>“My sister and I will not harm the young or those that do not attack.”&nbsp; The druid looked serious then, “But if even the small ones attack we must defend ourselves. I have no wish to kill them …perhaps subdued?” Afrid had no wish, to hurt the innocent yet she did have many survival instincts. “Also remember my sister if attacked will defend herself.<br><br>“Thus I say that we will not intentionally harm those that are vulnerable …” The druid took a breath, she was not entirely used too much interaction with people yet it was obvious that she was very honest. Well there was no reason to lie. <br><br>“So how do you think we should continue? I still say that the quiet ones take the lead.” It was then the pale haired woman bowed her head feeling she had spoken too much.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>30-11-2011, 13:11:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tavia stepped forward and looked down at the village before her. <em>It’s just like before</em>, she thought, <em>standing at the edge of a village thinking how best to snatch a guard.</em> She sighed, “I reckon we should do as before and take one of the guards. These lizard folk are as much a prisoner as the women we’ve just left and I have no intention to harm children of any race.” She nods towards the dog faced man with a snarl on her face. “He on the other hand, came with the wizard. If anyone would have information then it would be he. So I think you are right Asfrid, the “quiet ones” should go first. We’ll head along the edge of the marsh, see if we can ambush a guard and make him talk.” <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She took a deep breath and looked back towards to the group, trying to keep her face neutral so as not show the emotions that were bubbling up inside again. “So who’s coming with me?” She paused a moment before continuing, “As long as no one objects to my idea that is.” She finished, slight blush colouring her cheeks and turning self-conscious. She wasn’t used to this. When she was out “working” she was on her own. No one to watch out for except herself. Being thrown into a group, having to work together, she seemed to have taken control somewhat. She never thought she’d act like this. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aybara</strong> on <strong>30-11-2011, 16:04:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://img508.imageshack.us/img508/2787/inigomontoya.jpg) (http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/508/inigomontoya.jpg/)</div> "I can help you with that as best I can, I doubt I can intimidate such a creature into talking but I might bend it's ear if it listens. I have no way to restrain it but with my bare hands, though I am not as skilled as I once was I have some tricks up my sleeve." His time in the monastery would serve him well once more. "Will any others join us, or do I get the lovely Tavia all to myself?" He grinned and gave her a playful wink.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>30-11-2011, 17:29:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tavia rolled her eyes at Diego, choosing not to comment on his wink. “Well that’s Diego and myself. Does anyone else care for a spot of kidnapping or shall it be just the two of us?”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>30-11-2011, 17:42:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/4842499968_952c5df0bc.jpg)</div> <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://static.wix.com/media/47dcf38083981d7e36025d6396104aa9.wix_mp)</div><br>“If you need me and my sister to join you we will…I think there is another wolf in the fold that you might need protection from.” The druid paused then, “However I think that I might make noise and it would create more trouble… If you need me please call and we will come.” Afrid looked to the other man that had joined them and any others that were with them. “I think we should let these two do what they are best at."<br><br>“We only need to join in if they are hurt yes?” the druid took in the lay of the land and picked a few herbs in the area to test them later.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ulthakptah</strong> on <strong>30-11-2011, 17:52:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shurkroat nodded. "I agree. I'm not suited for clandestine acts. I will wait with Asfrid. In the event the two of you are found out give a signal, and we will come to assist you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>02-12-2011, 00:01:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The trail the two of them followed down the hill was sparingly used so it was overgrown and slow to travel along. But it had the advantage that they could not be seen from the village as they went down to the salt marsh.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The same overgrowth allowed the pair to move along the side of the marsh in cover but it was slow going. The ground underfoot was boggy, the flies buzzed around them incessantly and there was always the dangers of the marsh to watch out for. Was that a log or a dozing lizard, a branch or a snake hanging down to strike.<br><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But eventually they reached their target and they could see the Gnoll ambling along in that tired way a sentry has when he has done his route a thousand times and expects to do it a thousand times more.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He would in about ten minutes pass the undergrowth they where lurking in at a distance of about five to six feet. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aybara</strong> on <strong>02-12-2011, 13:49:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I might be able to stun him so we could drag him a little further away... what do you think?" Diego turned to Tavia in a hushed voice as he stayed crouched down in the overgrowth. Most of the playfulness he usually showed was gone as they had crept forwards through the trees. It was clear he wouldn't be messing around until they had dealt with the lizard man.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stia</strong> on <strong>06-12-2011, 10:50:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Sounds good to me Diego. Trying to question him here would not be wise.” said Tavia, a hard look on her face. She crept forward another half foot to better watch the guard as he slowly made his way to their hiding spot. She unconsciously placed a hand on the wound she received the other day and hoped that this time, there would be no mistakes. “As soon as he’s in range, knock him out.” She said without turning around. “I don’t want to give him chance to alert anyone else.” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aybara</strong> on <strong>08-12-2011, 02:46:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Diego waited at the ambush site watching the lizardman sentry as it approached, it would have been easier to kill it he thought but that wouldn't suit their purposes. He watched it's movements ready to pounce. In a blur as if a living shadow he sprung towards the unsuspecting lizardman bringing the flat of his palm to connect with it's temple, a solid hit he thought as the thing began to stagger a little but would it go down?<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">Roll Result: Aybara rolled: 1d20, adding 2to the total<br>Comment: Diego trying to use stunning fist on the gnoll.<br>Result: 16, <br>Total: 18 Sounds like a hit to me! <strong><span class="bbc_u">DC 13 Fort save needed by the Lizardman.</span></strong><br><br>Roll Result: Aybara rolled: 1d6<br>Comment: Diego doing nonlethal damage to the gnoll<br>Result: 1, <br>Total: 1</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>09-12-2011, 20:44:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/4842499968_952c5df0bc.jpg)</div> <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://static.wix.com/media/47dcf38083981d7e36025d6396104aa9.wix_mp)</div><br>Shurkroat would soon get to see just how quiet the pale haired druid was, but she was not rude rather just shy amongst strangers. Her large wolf however watched him with a little suspicion. Both she ant the wolf were alert to any dangers, after the incident with the giant lizard. <br><br>Afrid was also brace and ready should there be a called to arms, or a cry for help. At least her sister the wolf would be able to track the scent of their comrades, those that may on time become pack. However whist waiting she collected a few more herbs and plants that might be useful for either cooking or healing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>12-12-2011, 00:07:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a groan the Gnoll collapses on the ground its halberd coming down besides it. The noises from the village and the marsh continue as they where. It seems for now that no alarm has been raised by the attack.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aybara</strong> on <strong>12-12-2011, 00:34:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Diego grins to himself and runs a hand through his curly black hair before starting to remove any weapons the gnoll has on it, he motions for Tavia to come help him more the large creature not wanting to have to carry it all by himself. Once and weapons are removed he takes the rope he has been carrying and starts to tie the gnolls hands and gag it, it wouldn't be out too long and he'd rather not let it make too much of a racket.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ulthakptah</strong> on <strong>13-12-2011, 03:52:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shurkroat watched the wolf as she watched him. At first he simply planned to ignore it, but he might as well try and bond with the other people. He squatted down to eye level with the wolf and held out a hand for her to sniff. "Pardon me, but what is the name of your companion here Afrid? If you had stated to me already, I apologize." His tone sounded cold and logical. It wasn't strange behavior for his race, though it could make him stick out from time to time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>16-12-2011, 23:06:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/4842499968_952c5df0bc.jpg)</div> <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://static.wix.com/media/47dcf38083981d7e36025d6396104aa9.wix_mp)</div><br>The large wolf flared her nostrils just as Afrid did, she approached Shurkrout and paced about him, finally they the beast licked his hand and then rubbed her neck against him, marking him with her scent but more importantly one of the pack. The pale haired druid smiled, “She seems to like you, as for her name well the closest in our language would be ‘snow foot’ though it is a little more complex I would say.”<br><br>She smiled then, “She is my sister, at least the closest thing I could have to one, and often as annoying as one that walks on two legs. Afrid allowed a rare smile to her companion. “You travelled alone …yes?” She was not being rude, just the druid was curious about those she travelled with.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The landing (D&amp;D 3.5) Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ulthakptah</strong> on <strong>17-12-2011, 02:09:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When the lady wolf rubbed against him, Shurkroat knew she would then accept his touch. He stroked her head a few time before rubbing her ears. "I like her too. She is an excellent specimen of a wolf. Her muscles are toned and her coat is soft and properly tented." When he was asked about himself traveling alone, his tone didn't change at all. "I was aboard the same vessel as the rest of you. Though I was not attempting much to socialize with the others on it. However if you were wondering if I boarded with another being, I did not."
			</dd>
		</dl>
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