SaL's Rise of the Runelords [IC]
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				Title: <strong>SaL's Rise of the Runelords [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snakes and Lasers</strong> on <strong>21-10-2020, 07:15:44</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Calibri;" class="bbc_font">The Swallowtail Festival commemorating the newly finished cathedral in Sandpoint had been clamoring since morning, and it had lost none of its momentum into the sunny afternoon. The cathedral’s arches give majestic watch over the bustling festival square below, banners dedicated to the gods honored within waving excitedly in the autumn breeze. </span></span><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Calibri;" class="bbc_font">Four adventurers would find themselves in the midst of the festival, all senses under attack by the revels. Eyes were distracted by the flurrying whirl of streamers and the still fluttering clouds of butterflies that had been released earlier that day, ears were filled with the laughter and songs both amateur and professional, and noses were tantalized by several dozen varieties of food being busily cooked to keep up with the crowd's appetite. </span></span><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"></span><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Calibri;" class="bbc_font">Many tents and stands have been set up throughout the plaza, with merchants hawking special wares for the occasion, and food vendors eagerly providing sample. A makeshift bar has been set up to one side for people to sample the local selection of drinks, though they are holding off giving people access to heavy drinking opportunities until the evening. Lone grifters also scuttle along the edges of the festival, seeking out tourists to con with religious icons purported to be blessed with the temple's consecration.</span></span><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"></span><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"></span><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Calibri;" class="bbc_font">With all the light-hearted emotions overflowing throughout Sandpoint, no one of the suspected that a shadowy threat was insinuating itself into the darkened corners of the town...</span></span><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: SaL's Rise of the Runelords [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>22-10-2020, 20:52:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/82/Ionia.png)</div><strong>Ionia</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1_KSfC_btBbk9x1rkSRQcZYoTKejDnUslzIWtKOpS0L8/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Only a few weeks after leaving Taldor, the sheer sincerity of the outside world already amazed Ionia.&nbsp; She was certain somewhere amongst these revelers, someone was plotting to steal a dance partner from a 'friend', or show up a rival in one of many competitions, or even worse, but there was a world of difference.&nbsp; In Taldor, no one would come to an event like this to dance, or look at butterflies, or enjoy food, or even compete in games.&nbsp; <em>Everyone</em> would have come here to be seen in their newest dress, to show up their rivals, stab their friends in the back, and put notches on their belts.&nbsp; Ever simpering greeting and every false smile would hide eyes that measured your worth to someone in their plans for personal aggrandizement.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She and her companions had taken a room last night when they got into town.&nbsp; Ionia had made an open offer to the other girls to share her room to split the cost.&nbsp; Without the time to get a proper dress made in local fashions, Ionia had chosen to show up in her parade armor.&nbsp; It was a delightfully attractive and feminine configuration, ebony leather and polished steel hugging her bosom and baring her tiny waist.&nbsp; Men certainly were known for polishing up their armor and adding colorful surcoats, why shouldn't she get some of that action.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She wasn't going to war, of course, so Ionia left most of her traveling gear in her room, including her spear, but did tuck her Model Seven into her satchel along with some alchemy she'd prepared for the day.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: SaL's Rise of the Runelords [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>23-10-2020, 05:44:56</strong>
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				<strong>Kotone Kuga</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=325694.msg15619515#msg15619515)<br><br>While not a new person to the town in any way, the presence of the sleight Tien woman wearing fine silk garb of Minkai always tended to draw a mutter or two, especially from those whose families made the long trek from Tien to settle in Sandpoint. It wasn't because of her physical looks. If anything, Kotone Kuga was the woman who looked and dressed the most traditionally like a Minkai noble in town. Selight of frame and petite, with pale skin and long black hair, her body wrapped in colorful reinforced silk. No, it was because Kotone Kuga was the daughter of the Kuga family, former servants of the Kaijitsu only to separate from them after reaching the new world, and making quite the names for themselves as wildly successful merchants and 'new nobility' operating out of Magnimar. Kotone was essentially a slap in the face to a certain uptight man in Sandpoint, which was always good for gossip . . . not that she cared overmuch about it.<br><br>For Kotone, the festival represented a rare opportunity to kick back and relax in a big social situation, before heading out of town to try her hand at some hunting again. She rather enjoyed learning new skills, and with that behemoth of an ornate bow on her back, Kotone had clearly decided that being the next Shalelu Andosana was her next goal. Besides, with all the hunters being in town and getting drunk today, it would make it easier to for her to poke around game trails and work on her archery. For now, the young model casually made her way to check out the various stands, her wooden sandals clicking away. Kotone might not care about rubbing her family's wealth into Lonjiku's face, but she DID care about enjoying the finer things in life, especially when it came to clothes. What was the point of being a 'noble' if you didn't indulge in a few vices after all?<br><br>In the end, Kotone decided to drift over to the games of chance and skill. Either she'd try her hand, or enjoy watching drunk men make fools of themselves. Truly, it was a win-win situation!
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				Title: <strong>Re: SaL's Rise of the Runelords [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>23-10-2020, 20:54:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/_data/i/upload/2020/04/29/20200429185005-5de5f633-me.jpg)</div><br>This was the day Vasily had been waiting for. He'd arrived in Sandpoint nearly a year ago, having heard about the construction of the Shrine devoted to the Six, and his own faith had wanted some insight on the construction and perception of such a joint venture among a wide range of faiths, coming together to provide one structure for them all to use. Naturally when he'd arrived in Sandpoint, he'd also discovered that the area harbored many ruins and enough rumors and lore about historical items and magic, that it made his stay much more enjoyable. He'd spent plenty of time roaming the local area, and had hired out as a healer and chirurgeon for local caravans and the local Sheriff, so he was a well known commodity at this point in time. His faith, that of Alseta, was not widely known, and he would explain it politely to any who asked.<br><br>He was enjoying the festivities, sampling local foods and drinks, especially the drinks, and taking in the sights.<br><br>Vasily was sociable, and liked to mingle, and did so with anyone and everyone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: SaL's Rise of the Runelords [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snakes and Lasers</strong> on <strong>27-10-2020, 08:20:55</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Vasily:</strong></span><br><br>Vasily was approached by elderly man who apparently hadn't been eating very well in months past, thought he gravy staining his beard showed he had been making the most of the free food. He was clean for a man dressed in tattered rags, and smelled strongly of sea-salt. He held a tray strapped around his shoulders by gray ropes, and it was filled with wood carvings of the six local deities' symbols. Some were shawl pins, others on strings, or as small rings. <br><br>"Hello, good sir!" he said with a smile. "Buy a charm for your chosen god? Just a copper, and it will bring you good luck! <br><br><br>**<br><br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Ionia:</strong></span><br><br>At least one person was out at the festival to add notches to a belt. He approached Ionia quite unsubtly, eyes wide, lips curled in a smirk.&nbsp; His gaze lingered especially around her midriff, but flickered all about.<br><br>"Quite the fashion sense you've got there," he said. He was young, likely no older than Ionia herself. Well exercised, but not big enough to be a threat to any local toughs unless he had some seriously skill behind him. He wore a faded green tunic of modest quality, though some golden thread had been embroidered into it to give a look of higher quality. He leaned on a dark wooden shillelagh and brushed his long auburn bangs out of his swarthy face.<br><br>"You look like a woman who knows how to get into trouble." <br><br><br>**<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Kotone:</strong></span><br><br>The most active stand had a couple brawny men, clearly having sampled the full array of spirits on offer. Faces scruffy and ruddy, heads shaved, they were dressed in spiky studded leather and both carried swords. It was likely they'd been set on watch duty for the festival and had allowed themselves to get too caught up in the job, as it were.<br><br>They beckoned Kotone over as soon as she wandered close, urging her to come join them in their game. They were lobbing leather balls at various dolls - clearly containing weights - in an attempt to knock them off shelves. A mousy gnome with a crook stood behind the stand off to the side, restoring fallen soldiers to their original place, though the two ruffians weren't making her work too hard. <br><br>"This one looks dextrous!" said the taller, skinnier one. "Long as she has a decent pitching arm." He clumsily tossed a ball to Kotone. "Lass, see if you can't take out one of those big gobbos." He waved at three large goblin heads in the center of each shelf." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: SaL's Rise of the Runelords [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>29-10-2020, 17:18:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/dS53lnk.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lia was eagerly going from stall to stall, just taking in the sights and smells for right now. She only had a little coin left from her wages aboard the <em>Swanmay's Pearl</em>, and she certainly wasn't goign to burn it on funnel cake and watered ale!<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;she also kept an eye out for anyone else who might be bearing the symbol of Chaldira; while she didn't have much <em>spending</em> coin, she had saved up some lucky tokens for this festival, and would be eager to strike up a conversation with a fellow faithful... Maybe trade a button or two, a tale...<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But it was the games really drawing her attention right now. The halfling had found her way over to the same game area that Kotone was at. Lia rubbed her hands together with a smile and called out, <strong>"I call next!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: SaL's Rise of the Runelords [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>02-11-2020, 02:15:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/82/Ionia.png)</div><strong>Ionia</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1_KSfC_btBbk9x1rkSRQcZYoTKejDnUslzIWtKOpS0L8/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ionia smirked.&nbsp; The boy's attitude was familiar enough as someone more interested in a conquest than a dance--much less a relationship.&nbsp; Still, it was nice to be admired.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Well, I did come to this land in search of it's legendary monsters, boyo."&nbsp; She gave him a wink, "Does that count as getting into trouble?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: SaL's Rise of the Runelords [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snakes and Lasers</strong> on <strong>03-11-2020, 06:55:36</strong>
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				<strong>Ionia: </strong><br><br><br>The youth grinned. "Well, I can definitely help you find one," he said, one handed rubbing inside his thigh. "I hear it can be found in a certain alley just near here, if you're interested."
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				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>03-11-2020, 15:14:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/_data/i/upload/2020/04/29/20200429185005-5de5f633-me.jpg)</div><br>I'll take one of each, they are intriguing, and I always enjoy supporting local artists and crafts people he said, forking over the coin to obtain one of each. At the least, he was supporting a local craftsman, but as a devotee of a goddess of knowledge, they would be important for helping to understand and learn about the faiths that the local temple was devoted too.<br><br>Once that was done, he would stop at a pastry vendor's stall, and obtain something sweet to eat while watching folks play games of chance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: SaL's Rise of the Runelords [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>04-11-2020, 18:54:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/82/Ionia.png)</div><strong>Ionia</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1_KSfC_btBbk9x1rkSRQcZYoTKejDnUslzIWtKOpS0L8/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ionia smirked harder.&nbsp; "Not even offering to take me to see the giant serpent upstairs at the inn?&nbsp; No thanks, boyo.&nbsp; Go try one of those strumpets on the corner in the red dress.&nbsp; I'm sure they'd love to see."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: SaL's Rise of the Runelords [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>07-11-2020, 04:08:06</strong>
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				<strong>Kotone Kuga</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=325694.msg15619515#msg15619515)<br><br>A snap of the wrist and the Tian half-elf nimbly caught the ball, idly tossing it up and down in one hand. She gave a little tilt of her head, allowing her long straight hair to fall over a shoulder, before smiling brightly.<br><br>"Well, with such an invitation, how am I supposed to refuse?"<br><br>Kotone moved to the right position and took a moment to eye the goblin heads and the shelf they were resting on, before nodding. A half turn, a bit of a wind-up, and the ball flew with a surprisingly heavy SMACK dead center on the left goblin. For such a dainty-looking thing, Kotone had quite the arm to her. <br><br>"Compared to those annoying birds that roost around the creek, stationary targets are much easier."<br><br>Just because she was an archer, didn't mean she couldn't throw, especially this close. A another pair of heavy-sounding smacks later, and Kotone proved that her aim with awkward leather balls at weighted targets was true. After all, while you COULD theoretically put more weight in a big ol' goblin head, it was still only one weight as opposed to say a goblin doll with weights in multiple limbs. All it took was a suitably hard throw and victory was hers. It was simple science!
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				Title: <strong>Re: SaL's Rise of the Runelords [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snakes and Lasers</strong> on <strong>10-11-2020, 06:20:35</strong>
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				<br><br><br><strong>Ionia:</strong><br><br><br>The young man sniffed at her, but took Ionia's advice and chatted up a red-garbed floozy, quickly absconding with her into the alleyway. Not long after, the woman could be heard giving a loud shriek. One might have assumed the man was to blame, but it seemed unlikely given he screamed as well. The two scrambled out of the alleyway, clearly not having enough time to do any undressing.<br><br><br>**<br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Vasily:</strong><br><br><br>The elderly man looked a bit awestruck, and accepted the coins giddily. He reached into a worn leather satchel and pulled out a small pouch in which he put the tokens. "A whole bag of luck, and a good day to you, sir," he said with a bow.<br><br><br>The pasty vendor appeared to be away, and in their absence, something had ransacked the entire stall. Spattered fruit filling and trays were everywhere, and the baked goods that had once been on display were heaped behind the counter. Gurgling and gulping sounds emanated from the stall... something was busy gorging itself on the baker's product, though it's form was currently obscured by oodles of frosting.<br><br><br>**<br><br><br><strong>Lia &amp; Kotone:</strong><br><br><br>The first two goblin heads were knocked away ready, but the ball simply thudded and bounced off the third. The head itself let out a squawking help and began growling in agony over its now-broken nose. Scrambling off the crate it had been lying on, it grabbed for a jagged, rusty blade strapped to its back and began thrashing about with it, thankfully still behind the stall's shelving. The attendant practically leaped over the counter in shock and rolled along the cobblestones of the plaza.
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				Title: <strong>Re: SaL's Rise of the Runelords [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>12-11-2020, 03:37:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/82/Ionia.png)</div><strong>Ionia</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1_KSfC_btBbk9x1rkSRQcZYoTKejDnUslzIWtKOpS0L8/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ionia cocked her head.&nbsp; She had, in fact, been listening for the results of the liaison--almost wistfully, or at least wickedly.&nbsp; Hearing what was going on, she drew her sling bag into a better position and turned towards the alley to see what the ruckus was.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>13-11-2020, 22:12:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/_data/i/upload/2020/04/29/20200429185005-5de5f633-me.jpg)</div><br>You are quite welcome good sire he had said to the man as he left.<br><br>He was a bit distraught to see the pastries on the ground, and the sound that was coming from behind the equipment and stall was rather, disconcerting. He doubted that the owner of the business would be gorging himself so, especially when there was coin to be made on such a festive day. Cautiously he moved to where he could ascertain the situation, and see where that noise was coming from.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: SaL's Rise of the Runelords [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>15-11-2020, 19:39:28</strong>
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				<strong>Kotone Kuga</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=325694.msg15619515#msg15619515)<br><br>Kotone had already started to turn to greet the halfling (it was just common courtesy after all), when her brain caught up with her and registered that one of the goblins was a goblin apparently taking a nap or hiding with it's stuffed doppelgangers! Purely due to her incredible tactical genius and not any sort of shock or cowardice, she promptly shuffled back a few steps. With a shrug of her shoulders she unslung her large bow and notched and arrow, taking a Tian shooting stance. A quick glance to the scrambling man, before she returned her eyes to the goblin and spoke up.<br><br>"Get to safety, I will cover you."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Kotone shall ready an action to shoot the gobbo with her bow, should it move rather than immediately surrendering. Gobbo gets exactly one chance before the pewpew begins. :) <br><br>To save time, thanks to Point Blank Shot Kotone has +5 to hit and will roll 2d6+3 piercing damage (x3 crit mod) so you can roll for me if needed. AC 14 HP 8 for if things go horribly wrong.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: SaL's Rise of the Runelords [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>15-11-2020, 19:59:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/dS53lnk.jpg)</div> Lia Millbridge, halfling paladin<br><strong>HP:</strong> 13/13 | <strong>AC;</strong> 14 (no armor / shield) | <strong>Initiativde:</strong> +3<hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"Yagh!"</strong> Lia let out a shout of surprise when one of the stuffed goblins became very real. The carnie running the game leaped over the counter and stumbled away. <strong>"Yeah, we've got this melonhead!"</strong> She nodded to Kotone, though the girl's slight form left her puzzled.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;...And then Lia realized she herself was a halfling and had no room to talk about anyone else being <em>slight</em>. <strong>"You really brought a weapon to the festival?"</strong> She asked Kotone with a bit of puzzlement, though her eyes stayed on the goblin.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In a hurry, she scooped up one of the dropped balls from the game, and flung it hard at the goblin's face. <strong>"You're scaring the customers!"</strong> The ball, if it even hits, bonks harmlessly off the goblin... but maybe that got its attention.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ranged thrown attack, with an improvised weapon that almost certainly only does 1d2 nonlethal; we're off to a great start!<br><br>Attack: 150582&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noone or Anyone&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2020-11-15 12:52:52&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2020-11-15 12:52:52, Lia (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d20a+1 Result: 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=150582)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: SaL's Rise of the Runelords [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snakes and Lasers</strong> on <strong>18-11-2020, 20:33:11</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u">Lia &amp; Kotone:</span></strong><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">haaa, so, I got a 1. Maybe you don't want me rolling for you.</div></div><br><br>By some freak chance, Kotone's arrow snipes Lia's ball out of midair and sticks in the shelf, right in front of the goblin's face. The critter sticks out it's tongue cheekily and begins scrambling over the stand's counter. Fortunately, there's more than enough time to take another potshot at it before it makes it over. <br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Vasily:</span></strong><br><br><br>As Vasily approaches, he sees more clearly a gluttonous goblin stuffing it's uglesome, toothy face. As he catches its attention, the creature looks up at him and howls. Fortunately, from his cautious distance he is just out of range of the spray of crumbs and flecks of sugar. This particular goblin attempts to scurry away, clearly too full for a fight. It quickly becomes clear, however, that more of his ilk are popping up from behind every nook and cranny, and chaos begins to erupt in the square as the townsfolk realize what has happened. <br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Ionia: </span></strong><br><br><br>The young man and woman rush out from the alleyway. They hadn't even had enough time to get artfully half-dressed before being interrupted. As Ionia investigates, she sees a trio of goblins armed with wicked, jagged blades, tittering excitedly as they slink up the alley and begin surveying the square for targets. <br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: SaL's Rise of the Runelords [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>21-11-2020, 03:07:10</strong>
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				<br><strong>Kotone Kuga</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=325694.msg15619515#msg15619515)<br><br>That was . . . damn, she couldn't even claim it was on purpose since that would look utterly foolish. Clearly she'd just have to ignore her oddly splendid miss and just continue on. Another arrow from the quiver, and she locked onto the scrambling gobling. Breathe in, out, and loose. Twang!<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">14 To Hit, 11 Damage. I gotta enjoy this big damage while I have it, before the rest of the party totally out-DPS-races me :3</div></div>
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				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>24-11-2020, 14:56:01</strong>
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				Goblins! he shouted at the top of his lungs, noting that this was not some friendly incursion of the little buggers, but they were bent on destruction, as the wounded pastry display showed. He looked around for any signs of the owner of the stall, and moved to the place where the goblin had been gorging itself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: SaL's Rise of the Runelords [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>24-11-2020, 16:56:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/dS53lnk.jpg)</div> Lia Millbridge, halfling paladin<br><strong>HP:</strong> 13/13 | <strong>AC;</strong> 14 (no armor / shield) | <strong>Initiative:</strong> +3<hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lia stopped for a moment as her ball was pierced by Kotone's arrow. She looked to the other woman with a raised brow, and despite the pending chaos&nbsp; and possible danger, she laughed. <strong>"We'll have to take that one out on the road! I'm Lia. Let's get this little mite before he eats someone's kid."</strong> So saying, she would draw the only weapon she has available - a dagger - and began advancing on the boothgoblin. <strong>"If you throw down the sword, we won't hurt you, and you can just go back to whatever mossy outhouse you live in,"</strong> She promised the creature.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Holding action to attack if the goblin comes at her or Kotone without disarming itself</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: SaL's Rise of the Runelords [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>25-11-2020, 12:50:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/82/Ionia.png)</div><strong>Ionia</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1_KSfC_btBbk9x1rkSRQcZYoTKejDnUslzIWtKOpS0L8/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ionia's eyes widened. Her heart leaped, then hammered, fear and excitement making a potent alchemy in her blood.&nbsp; She grabbed a little flask inside her satchel, poured in two separate reagents, and corked it.&nbsp; "hello, boys."&nbsp; Ionia pulled out the flask and gave it a toss into the air.&nbsp; "Crashing the party?"&nbsp; She tossed it again, "here for the fireworks?"&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Snatching the bomb out of the air, Ionia lobbed it at the central goblin, hoping to both hit him and catch the other two in the flames!&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Dice</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attack Roll, 10 vs. flat footed touch.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2020-11-25 05:44:58, Muse (uid: 16) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=150804)<br><br>I think that means saved by the smol!&nbsp; <br><br>If not:&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2020-11-25 05:46:43, Muse (uid: 16) rolls: 1d6a4 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=150805)<br><br>8 damage.&nbsp; <br><br>Anyone caught in the area needs to make a reflex save (14) for half of 5 damage.&nbsp; :)<br></div></div>
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