Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>10-01-2020, 06:07:51</strong>
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				<div align="center">†††</div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/49/Yrisall.jpeg)</div><br>The city of Yrisall: a bastion of arms and magic trade within the nation of Astraad, and home to the Merc Co. adventuring guild. Buildings of various sizes fill the remarkably large city, nearly every one artful in its own way. Like all cities in Astraad, it is surrounded by a looming wall manned by a well-provisioned city guard. Given the size of the city, the wall is not always noticeable, but the feeling of safety remains. <br><br>One of the most notable aspects of the city is the Merc Co. building on the North side, which looms high above the city--outshining even the mayor's luxury estate in grandiosity. Another notable aspect is the canal that runs through the city's center, effectively splitting it in half. This canal leads out to a river on the West end of the city, which connects to the glittering Vrist Sea for travel and trade along the coast and beyond. The sluice gates only open to vessels with a merchant's pass, diplomatic identification, or some other form of official permit in hand. Indeed, the canal is the lifeblood of the city, bringing in heavy trade that leans toward magic items and arms due to Merc Co.'s influence.<br><br>Only those of you reasonably familiar with the city know of the affectionately named "Worker's Rim"--the city's small, unassuming and little mentioned neighborhoods pushed up against its inner wall and well away from entrances. It is where porters, laborers, and other manner of lower class citizens are allowed to live.<br><br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://img05.deviantart.net/6529/i/2014/037/3/e/guildhall__fatecraft__by_tyleredlinart-d75bs1y.jpg)<br></div><br>Each of you arrived at the Merc Co. headquarters individually, and for your own reasons. On your way, it may be that you got turned around a few (dozen) times; it may be you took your time admiring large buildings, sailing boats, and the airship you think you saw off in the distance; it may be you waltzed straight to the grand doors of the Merc Co. headquarters. However you came to arrive, a Merc Co. employee greets you with a practiced and perfected smile. He is a rather handsome blond human (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/f/fa/Prettyboy_noble.jpg/681px-Prettyboy_noble.jpg) wearing fine clothes, and he recites his welcome speech with enough gravitas to make it feel like natural conversation. After personally congratulating you for earning the right to compete for membership, he gives you a name tag that reads “Unaffiliated” and suggests you find some like-minded individuals in a hurry, as it would be conducive to your survival.<br><br>Inside the building awaits a luxurious hall lined with mounted blades, suits of pristine armor, and insignia galore. The seats you could assume are normally here have been cleared out; perhaps to make room for the crowd of would-be adventurers who arrived this day. Looking around, you see that it was a prudent choice. There is a mess of adventurers lounging around, some looking tougher and more grizzled than others. <br><br>The occasional head turns to Calanthe, but more heads turn toward the more exotic of you--which you may have gotten accustomed to by now Zhendaya gets some looks of open awe, not unlike those you'd see on the faces of children at the zoo; Jenny gets some looks of recognition from what may have been past customers (oh, some of them look angry--definitely past customers), and the rest seem intrigued by her devilish aspects; and last but not least, Jen'mawg gets looks of complete befuddlement as people try to suss out what the hell she even is. A few of her glances; however, hold a rare look of recognition.<br><br>Most of the mercs here seem to be in parties of their own already, and a few of them really stick out:<br><br>The first group is made up of an elf, a tabaxi, a minotuar, and a human, all wearing garb traditionally associated with the northern country of Illeria--a country with whom Astraad is at war; the next group is hard to make out at first, because it is made up of a dwarf, a goblin, a gnome, and a halfling all cheerfully milling about&nbsp; and sharing a flask of something; the last group is a band of beautiful drow women swapping between friendly conversation and intermittent harmonizing—each one carrying a black umbrella and an instrument on her person. <br><br>Before you can get a chance to scope out more of the competition, a familiar and magically enhanced voice booms throughout the hall, cutting clear above the cacophonous chatter. The blond human who gave you your name tag steps out in front of the crowd, standing between the fireplace and the noticeably blank contract board as he addresses you all.<br><br><em><strong>"Dearest ladies and gentlemen: Lucilla 'The Radiant Moon' will be arriving with the contracts shortly. Those of you who are still 'Unaffiliated' should take this opportunity to form a party, and as for those of you who are having second thoughts: find the nearest exit and, please, promptly tuck your tails between your legs before leaving."</strong></em><br><br>A few cocky chuckles dance among the crowd, and the blond man smiles knowingly as he steps out of the center of attention to stand--hands folded--beside a wide-set door to the side. A mere second or two of silence follows before manifold voices fill the air with excitement and cheer all over again.<br><br><div align="center">So, Unaffiliated, what will you do?<br><br>⸸⸸⸸</div><br><hr><br><div align="center">OOC (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.0) - World (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315152.0)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Post Format Guidelines</div><div class="spoiler_body">Anything's fine as long as it contains the following: A character picture; tagging; AC and Status; and remaining HP, Spell Slots, and expendable Features. </div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>16-01-2020, 23:12:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/bYExCuJ.png)<br><strong>Jen'mawg</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15232450#msg15232450)</div></div>Being regarded with befuddlement was clearly not something the githyanki arcanist was unfamiliar with. In fact she seemed only mildly put off by it, mildly because in such a large crowd she would have preferred the other reaction she typically got, the reaction of 'ew get back I don't watch to catch whatever turned this goblin-elf thing yellow.' Like everything else, Jen'mawg assessed this not on whether it was prestigious, valuable, or respectable, but merely whether it was useful. A space clearing out about her in a crowd was useful. It let her see if her kinfolk were making a move to kidnap her and drag her back to the timeless city that much easier. But equally useful was a 'we haven't seen one of you' before look. It let her know there wasn't a pack of her kind waiting around the next bend.<br><br>So it was with equal mixes of annoyance and relief that the gith woman made her way through the crowded area, glancing longingly at the armor and weapons hanging from the walls, she stepped in closer to a group of women who didn't seem to be terribly upset or overly interested in her presence and whispered to them. "Excuse me. Do you know if we can take those?" She asked, pointing at the supplies she most desperately needed. <br><br>As far as introductions go, it was about par for the course for her. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>19-01-2020, 07:10:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cf/22/54/cf2254dd90b3889e14b2a575d2674284.jpg)</div><strong>Zhendaya</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15233930#msg15233930)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Merc. Co. HQ<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: All | Open<br><strong>HP</strong>: 23/23 <strong>AC</strong>: 18<br><strong>Active Effects</strong>: N/A<br><hr><br>Zhen, being of a race that <em>has</em> a tail, gave an offended huff and stomped one hoof with a flick of said tail at the off-hand comment.&nbsp; Her pale blue eyes, a startling contrast to the smooth, dark backdrop of her skin, moved over the other would-be adventurers-for-hire, waiting to see how many would take the bit of sage advice.&nbsp; She had positioned herself close to a wall in order to minimize the chances of stepping on the smaller beings in the room, which in her case was <em>most</em> of them.&nbsp; Her grace often left something to be desired, especially among crowds where a creature or three could easily go unnoticed in her rear sector.&nbsp; So, hence the wall and extreme caution, though she still compulsively glanced back to make sure her tail wasn't smacking anyone in the face.<br><br>At Mawg's question, she glanced to the woman, then up to the items on the wall, unfazed by the feamle's appearance.&nbsp; As one might expect, given her own race.&nbsp; "Even if they offered them to you, you'd not want them.&nbsp; The weapons are welded into place behind the shields, most likely, and even if they're not...they'd be made of inferior materials and be as blunt as a training blade.&nbsp; The armor likely wouldn't last one good blow of any significant force.&nbsp; You're probably better off buying cheap hide and a common short sword from the next blacksmith and armorer you come across." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>19-01-2020, 09:13:18</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">●○</span></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Shyvana_small.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Calanthe (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15232874#msg15232874)</span></strong><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Paladin 2/Sorcerer 1</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Location:</strong> Merc Co. Headquarters<br><strong>Status:</strong> Fired Up<br><strong>HP:</strong> 27/27 | <strong>AC:</strong> 17 | <acronym title="Green-Flame Blade, Fire Bolt, Prestidigitation, Mending">Cantrips</acronym> | <span class="bbc_u">Spells</span>: <acronym title="Shield, Expeditious Retreat, Bless, Heroism, Cure Wounds">1st:</acronym> ●●● | <acronym title="Common, Draconic, Elvish"><span class="bbc_u">Languages</span></acronym></span><br><hr><hr><br>"She's right, I'm afraid," Calanthe rapped her knuckles on the breastplate of one of the displays. "Shiny is fine but these look fresh, and that usually means it's never been proofed. Never trust your life to an untested blade, or to untested armor." She wasn't worried about what these two looked like. Strange they might be but she didn't have any frame of reference for <em>how</em> strange, so it was all just strange.<br><br>Or was it new, bold and exciting? It was definitely the second one. She had only heard stories of centaurs and now here was one in the flesh! And she didn't even know where to begin with the other, which meant she began as she usually did.<br><br>"What have you trained with, dear?" she faced Jen'mawg, looking her over like she was checking a child for their first day of school, focusing on scuffs, scrapes, uneven weight on her pack, frayed belts, all the things a former militia captain might check to fuss over her charges, "if you're looking for a sword you'll want one balanced for you, of course, but I might have a spare spear. Adjusting the shaft would be easier and it'd keep you safer, too."<br><br>"I'm Calanthe, by the way!" she said to Zhendaya and Jen'mawg, "I'm very pleased to meet you!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>20-01-2020, 11:38:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/x2Bu1WC.png)</div><strong>Jenny Sticks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15241630#msg15241630)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Merc Co main hall<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Calanthe, Zhendaya, Jen'mawg<br><strong>HP:</strong> 21 <strong>AC:</strong> 17 <strong>PP:</strong> 12<br><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Cantrips:</strong> Thaumaturgy, Guidance, Toll the Dead, Spare the Dying<br><strong>1<sup>st</sup>:</strong> 4/4<br><em>Sanctuary, Cure Wounds, Bane, Charm Person<sup>D</sup>, Disguise Self<sup>D</sup></em><br><strong>2<sup>nd</sup>:</strong> 2/2<br><em>Blindnes / Deafness, Spiritual Weapon, Mirror Image<sup>D</sup>, Pass Without Trace<sup>D</sup></em></div></div><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To say Jenny knew her way around this city would be an understatement; a map and a blueprint would have just slowed her down. So getting to Merc Co was hardly a challenge... getting <em>in</em>, though, well that was a different matter. For a good while that morning she had perched on a low brick wall on a hill, two streets over so she could watch the comings and goings, get a feel for it. In the time it took for her to go through two apples (core included, of course!) she had a plan. It took her another apple and a walk down towards the building to discard that plan and just go through the front door like a completely normal person. Which is hard to do when you're a lilac-hued creature with a spaded tail, horns, and a gecko (https://www.pacificsciencecenter.org/wp-content/uploads/lydia-gecko-1920x1080.jpg) riding on your shoulder. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But at least she <em>wasn't</em> the person with the most buckled straps in a crowd, for a change. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Every now and then she would rise up on her tiptoes and scan around. There were some recognizable faces, but more than a few of them wore scowls when they noticed her. She smiled sweetly and waved to them anyway, mouthing the words <em>"hello there!"</em> or <em>"I love you"</em> or one time <em>"your momma"</em> all silently at the accusing stares. Still, it seemed prudent to not push her luck in a hall full of armed motherfuckers, so she pulled her coin-adorned scarf over her head a little more, and found her way to a recognizable, hard-to-miss figure that she knew to be friendly.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which is how Zhendaya managed to collect a five-foot-four shadow shaped like a tiefling. Whether she wanted one or not. Whether she <em>knew it</em> or not, too. It was when she finally piped up that she maybe became more noticeable. <strong>"Hi, Calanthe! I'm, oh, I'm, <em>look</em>..."</strong> She tugged her name badge out a bit, pinned as it was to her vest. <strong>"I'm <em>Unaffiliated</em>, apparently."</strong> She gave an amused snort and a dismissive wave of her hand. <strong>"These cults and their whole "renaming the initiates thing," right?"</strong> It was then that she looked up at Zhen with a big smile. <strong>"Hi Zhendaya, are you here to arrest me?"</strong> She offered out her hands, wrists together, smiling broadly. Every time, with this old joke. She gave a sidelong look to jen'Mawg as well with a playful smirk, then back to Zhendaya.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>20-01-2020, 17:55:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/bYExCuJ.png)<br><strong>Jen'mawg</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15232450#msg15232450)<br></div></div><strong>HP:</strong> 15/15 <strong>AC:</strong> 13<br><strong>Spells Slots:</strong>&nbsp; 4/4 1st, 2/2 2nd<br><strong>Misc:</strong> <em>Blessing of the Forge is on her dagger</em><br><hr>Jen'mawg scrunches up her yellow face at the centaur's advice. "If I <em>had</em> gold to buy them I wouldn't need to scavenge from walls! Besides, with the right equipment I could surely turn even an ornamental blade into a lethal one." A slight pause, followed by slumped shoulders. "I also do not possess the right equipment." She admits sadly. <br><br>She turns to face Calanthe, eyes staring at her intently as she is asked questions. "Trained? Why says I was trained!" She says, extremely defensively, speaking quite rapidly. "Blades. I know blades. All sizes. But great blades would not permit me to cower behind my shield which I have become very accustomed to." She doesn't seem at all ashamed to admit this. "A long sword would be ideal, but I hope to have one of each size eventually. Several of each size really, you never know what will be most useful in any situation." <br><br>As she taps her shield, the party can see that it bears the symbol of Tharmekhul, an obscure dwarven demigod who tends to the forge of Moradin. The symbol if a flaming axe, under which in dwarven runes are written <em>Fire is the Cure.</em><br><br>"I...spear?" She pulls a face as if to say who would know how to use one of those? She simply shakes her head and shudders looking revolted at the concept.<br><br>She listens to Jenny, who seems to the know the others, announce that they are Unaffiliated, and a brilliant idea strikes her.<br><br>"Ladies, you are all Unaffiliated?" She asks. "Well, by providence so am I, thus it seems that we must form a band and demand a hefty payment in advance for our first job." She looks a bit nervous at the prospect of being rejected and hurries to sell herself. "I may not have any useful equipment, but I am an expert in producing it if I have the raw supplies, and, and I am trained in magical arts and the arcane and I am excellent at dragonchess." She quickly stammers off something resembling a resume.<br><br>"I - I am Jen'mawg." She finally introduces herself. She glances about swallowing. "May I join your band? Please?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>23-01-2020, 12:21:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cf/22/54/cf2254dd90b3889e14b2a575d2674284.jpg)</div><strong>Zhendaya</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15233930#msg15233930)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Merc. Co. HQ<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: All | Open<br><strong>HP</strong>: 23/23 <strong>AC</strong>: 18<br><strong>Active Effects</strong>: N/A<br><hr><br>Zhen looked out over the heads of the crowd, able to easily see over the majority of them.&nbsp; She wasn't sure when things would be moving along, but she was eager to no longer be stuck in a room full of jostling bodies.&nbsp; She really, <em>really</em> hated crowds.&nbsp; Especially ones where half the members had very questionable hygiene.<br><br>At the familiar voice, she swiveled a bit, bumping her backside against the wall as she tried to look at the Tiefling girl who'd joined them.&nbsp; Growing still once more as Jenny moved up, she huffed a bit with a sparkle in her eye and a smile half-ruining her attempt to give the other girl a stern scowl.&nbsp; "How many times have I told you not to hide behind me, Jenny?&nbsp; It's a damn good way to get trampled.&nbsp; And even if I <em>were</em> going to arrest you, I wouldn't bother with shackles we both know you could easily slip."<br><br>Her amusement finally erased any attempt at looking menacing and disapproving, and she grinned broadly, before turning her attention to Mawg.&nbsp; Shrugging one shoulder, she gave a slight nod.&nbsp; "I see no reason for us all not to, at least, make a temporary vow to work as one.&nbsp; As Jenny said, I'm Zhendaya, but you can call me Zhen, if you like.&nbsp; I was a soldier trained in the city military and served on the city guard most recently, before deciding that I needed more adventure in my life.&nbsp; What about the two of you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>24-01-2020, 08:34:47</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">●○</span></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Shyvana_small.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Calanthe (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15232874#msg15232874)</span></strong><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Paladin 2/Sorcerer 1</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Location:</strong> Merc Co. Headquarters<br><strong>Status:</strong> Fired Up<br><strong>HP:</strong> 27/27 | <strong>AC:</strong> 17 | <acronym title="Green-Flame Blade, Fire Bolt, Prestidigitation, Mending">Cantrips</acronym> | <span class="bbc_u">Spells</span>: <acronym title="Shield, Expeditious Retreat, Bless, Heroism, Cure Wounds">1st:</acronym> ●●● | <acronym title="Common, Draconic, Elvish"><span class="bbc_u">Languages</span></acronym></span><br><hr><hr>"Oh, you're a smith! Perfect, I'd be glad to have you," Calanthe studies Jen'mawg closely. She doesn't even vaguely recognize the emblem on the shield but the world is so big that that's no surprise. "How would you feel about a blade at the end of a long stick? If you want to hide behind a shield there's almost nothing that'll do it better." She is apparently unwilling to give up on this whole "spear" tomfoolery, but she's thinking hard about the Gith's troubles.<br><br>"Or you could maybe try a short blade and a big shield, focus on defense and poke out to deliver thrusts!" turning to the side to demonstrate properly, she raises her arm to mimic a shield and mimes a quick defensive stab in the direction of... Jenny.<br><br>"Hello, dear! I didn't see you there," the talk of <em>arrest</em> is a little worrying but the target doesn't seem to take it seriously, so she chalks it up to a harmless joke. Girls will be girls, after all! "I'm Calanthe. I used to be a militia captain, so if you need help with shield defense or forming a spearwall I'm your lady, although I'm pleased to not be the only big fighting girl." She beams at Zhendaya, before noticing something about Jenny. "Oh, what's that? Let me get that for you."<br><br>She reaches into Jenny's personal space and pulls a coin from her ear, presenting it to the three Unaffiliated. "No training at it, but I can do a little magic too," she says as she flips it into the air and it vanishes in a puff of smoke.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Prestidigitation</div><div class="spoiler_body">What's that? Prestidigitation is best spell? Yes, it is.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Religion to know Tharmekhul: 1</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2020-01-24 01:23:24, Guancyto (uid: 56325) rolls: 1d20a-1 Result: 1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=143715)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>26-01-2020, 12:09:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/x2Bu1WC.png)</div><strong>Jenny Sticks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15241630#msg15241630)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Merc Co main hall<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Calanthe, Zhendaya, Jen'mawg<br><strong>HP:</strong> 21 <strong>AC:</strong> 17 <strong>PP:</strong> 12<br><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Cantrips:</strong> Thaumaturgy, Guidance, Toll the Dead, Spare the Dying<br><strong>1<sup>st</sup>:</strong> 4/4<br><em>Sanctuary, Cure Wounds, Bane, Charm Person<sup>D</sup>, Disguise Self<sup>D</sup></em><br><strong>2<sup>nd</sup>:</strong> 2/2<br><em>Blindnes / Deafness, Spiritual Weapon, Mirror Image<sup>D</sup>, Pass Without Trace<sup>D</sup></em></div></div><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jenny gave a brief snorting giggle at Zhendaya. <strong>"I could just duck under you! And are you saying I have skinny wrists? <em>That's mean</em>."</strong> She withdrew her hands with a sulk, rubbing her wrists self-consciously. <strong>"Never know till you try anyway. Hmph."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When Jen'Mawg suggested they form a group together, Jenny squinted a little bit, trying to look thoughtful. Which she was, but really she was being thoughtful about figuring out just what the heck Jen'Mawg <em>was</em>. <strong>"<em>Weeeeeell...</em>"</strong> she started, as if doubtful, <strong>"I <em>guess</em> you can join up. But you have to answer a question."</strong> She nodded slowly, leaning close and asking in a hushed tone, <strong>"just how long does your long sword need to be to be a long enough long sword? Hmmm? Also, can I call you Moggie? <em>I have reasons</em>. Also what's that symbol? And what <em>are</em> y-..."</strong> <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then Calanthe distracted her by reaching towards her. <strong>"Oh? Hmm? What is it?"</strong> she stiffened a little at the invasion of her space, and gave a soft chuckle when the coin was produced. <strong>"Wow! Where are you when I owed Skinny Lymm twelve eagles..."</strong> Despite herself, Jenny <em>did</em> reach up to check that one of the coins hadn't just been taken from where they adorned her scarf. Just to be sure. <strong>"Just a <em>little</em> magic?"</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As they talked about what they can do, she chipped in her own; <strong>"Well, <em>I</em> could get away with <em>murder</em>,"</strong> she said in a sinister voice to the three of them, eyes squinting again. <strong>"But I've been arrested <em>four times</em> for causing a nuisance; this city's a little <em>fucked up</em> if you ask me."</strong> She crossed her arms with a snort. <strong>"...I mean where else was I supposed to take a shower."</strong> After a moment's thought, she gasped, <strong>"Oh! And this is Blerp,"</strong> she introduced the small lizard sitting on her shoulder, giving it a little stroke on the back. <strong>"He doesn't do anything."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>26-01-2020, 17:41:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/bYExCuJ.png)<br><strong>Jen'mawg</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15232450#msg15232450)<br></div></div><strong>HP:</strong> 15/15 <strong>AC:</strong> 13<br><strong>Spells Slots:</strong>&nbsp; 4/4 1st, 2/2 2nd<br><strong>Misc:</strong> <em>Blessing of the Forge is on her dagger</em><br><hr><br>Jen'mawg nods at the centaurs words, attentive to them, but hearing nothing that requires a response from her, her attention then snaps to the human woman who speaks next. As Jen'mawg listens she is standing at attention, somewhere between a soldier at drill and a student who is both afraid and eager to be called on.<br><br>She opens her mouth to answer answer Calanthe's first question then scrunches her face up and glares. "That could work. Provided it was a long blade and without the stick." She says tersely. "I <em>have</em> a short blade and a big shield." She says, patting her dagger. "I need a <em>bigger</em> blade." She says in a voice that is clearly running low on patience. "And more armor!" She starts counting things off on her long yellow fingers, "And tools, and more tools, and a pearl, and ... well look there are many things I need and a spear isn't one of them!"<br><br>Her mood improves a little as the woman explains her credentials. "Shield wall, yes, good." She nods along, sounding relieved at the strategy, her eyes then locking onto the coin and seeming sad when it vanishes. <br><br>She seems well prepared to answer questions in a quick fire manner and shoots off responses to Jenny as quickly as the purple tiefling asks questions.<br><br>"Thirty six inches with a lenticular cross-section, thirty eight if double fuller."<br><br>"Yes."<br><br>"Tharmekhul."<br><br>She seems non-plussed at Jenny's claim to be able to get away with murder but not taking a shower. The githyanki is used to places where the latter is much more difficult than the former. <br><br>"Hello Blerp." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>31-01-2020, 05:56:28</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">●○</span></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Shyvana_small.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Calanthe (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15232874#msg15232874)</span></strong><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Paladin 2/Sorcerer 1</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Location:</strong> Merc Co. Headquarters<br><strong>Status:</strong> Fired Up<br><strong>HP:</strong> 27/27 | <strong>AC:</strong> 17 | <acronym title="Green-Flame Blade, Fire Bolt, Prestidigitation, Mending">Cantrips</acronym> | <span class="bbc_u">Spells</span>: <acronym title="Shield, Expeditious Retreat, Bless, Heroism, Cure Wounds">1st:</acronym> ●●● | <acronym title="Common, Draconic, Elvish"><span class="bbc_u">Languages</span></acronym></span><br><hr><hr>"Oh my, you aren't kidding you need a bigger sword," Calanthe looks at Jen'mawg's dagger, raising an eyebrow. "At least twice that size, or you're going to lose a hand when you try to thrust into a monster! It looks well-made, mind you, I'd be curious to see how you make the style work."<br><br>She ducks her head and shrugs out of the greatsword strapped to her back, about to present it to the gith before she stops. "Ah, damn, too crowded in here for a spar, right? When we get out of here I could lend you my late husband's blade, but it's a little big for shield-work and I'd want to make sure you know how to use it."<br><br>"Just a little magic," she nods to Jenny, "when someone says they've studied it they usually mean something spectacular, raining fire from the sky or turning people into toads, right? I know a few little tricks. Lights, sounds, coins, cleaning things, putting them back together. A little fire here and there when it's needed. What do you bring to the table, Jenny? Knowing where to take a shower is valuable in the field but I feel like we might need more than that?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>02-02-2020, 07:46:11</strong>
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				<div align="center">†††</div><br><br>This place held an interesting atmosphere. It was as rowdy as any tavern; more organized than a militia or group of like-minded street dwellers; and far less structured than a military or war camp. Open eagerness for battle came together with a thick, lingering air of competitiveness in a mixture that could scarcely be found elsewhere.<br><br>Amidst the organized chaos of this vaunted hall, the group of Unaffiliated came together in an uneasy sort of alliance. And just in time, it seemed. <em><strong>"Quiet down, everyone. The hunt is nigh."</strong></em> The blond announcer's voice boomed with the same magic essence as before--an essence Jenny Sticks would recognize very well as Thaumaturgy. <em><strong>"Now presenting the contracts: Lucilla, the Radiant Moon!"</strong></em><br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/Rima_of_the_Felmoon.jpeg)</div><br>The others' conversations slowly died down as attention was drawn to the great door ahead. Murmurs danced among the crowd, coming alive with each merc's added enthusiasm, reaching a twirling crescendo as Lucilla's slim figure emerged, and finally collapsing into stillness as she stood before them. She seemed the definition of poised and regal, from her posture to her attire. Her white robes and hair starkly contrasted her brown skin, calling more to them than the golden embellishments and adornments they held ever could. Most notable was the necklace hanging around her neck, its task seemingly to denote the phases of the moon in the most expensive and stylish way. <br><br>Her expression was severe--calculating--as her luminous golden eyes scanned the room, perhaps looking for something in particular. Those eyes lingered on the 'Unafilliated' party for a few moments longer than anyone else, but even so, it was not a moment too long.<br><br>"Well then, you all look rather tough," she called, her voice holding a richness and strength--such that it did not demand magical enhancement. "This is good. The contracts I have for you are quite dangerous, and I must say I don't see many of you making it out alive." One might have expected a smile to break the tension at a moment like this, but she clearly didn't care to abide. "Let's get down to business, shall we?"<br><br>Her hands had been clasped before her since she came to stand here, and noticeably empty. They remained just the same as two separate stacks of parchments came floating from behind her. Appearing on the first stack was a detailed drawing of a goliath woman (https://www.worldanvil.com/uploads/images/0f624994cb652a0a30d50f5586de8f75.jpg) with haunting, milk-white eyes, and on the other appeared a rather imperious (and old) gnomish man (https://i.imgur.com/ieHvrNl.jpg).<br><br>Lucilla gestured to the floating parchments to her right. "Your first option is to hunt a druid goliath and bandit widely known in southeastern countryside as the 'Bear Queen.' A ridiculous title, but illuminating, I should hope. She last struck a village called Feradin, and days before that, Oxam, to Feradin's northwest. These two villages, and a few more, pooled their resources to afford our--or rather, your--attention." <br><br>Next, she gestured to the parchments to her left. "Your second option is to hunt down this gnome. He goes by the name of Raz Ilden. The town of Eln has generously paid for his head on a platter, quite literally. They blame him and his 'cultish followers' for spreading disease through their settlement, and its mayor should have leads on where to find him. Heed these two pieces of advice: we were paid for his death--not necessarily to solve Eln's problems--and he has firm knowledge of magic and will be quite dangerous despite his age. Do what you must with that information.<br><br>"These are your contracts," she said, her tone holding a coldness and finality to it. With a wave of a hand, she bid the posters to stack themselves neatly on the long oak table between herself and the crowd. "The first parties to complete their chosen bounty will have the honor of joining us. Deliberate amongst yourselves, and if you have any worthwhile questions, direct them to Elben here." The blond man who'd greeted the gathered mercs gave a curt bow in response, after which Lucilla continued. "May the best mercs win, at any cost." Finally, a smile touched upon her face, and the wickedness of it held the power to stop a heart in fright, or make it skip a beat. And as the invigorated yells and deliberations began, she turned and strode back out of the doors she'd entered.<br><br><div align="center">⸸⸸⸸</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>02-02-2020, 09:55:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/x2Bu1WC.png)</div><strong>Jenny Sticks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15241630#msg15241630)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Merc Co main hall<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Calanthe, Zhendaya, Jen'mawg<br><strong>HP:</strong> 21 <strong>AC:</strong> 17 <strong>PP:</strong> 12<br><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Cantrips:</strong> Thaumaturgy, Guidance, Toll the Dead, Spare the Dying<br><strong>1<sup>st</sup>:</strong> 3/4<br><em>Sanctuary, Cure Wounds, Bane, Charm Person<sup>D</sup>, Disguise Self<sup>D</sup></em><br><strong>2<sup>nd</sup>:</strong> 2/2<br><em>Blindness / Deafness, Spiritual Weapon, Mirror Image<sup>D</sup>, Pass Without Trace<sup>D</sup></em></div></div><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"I feel like both of you missed the <em>important</em> thing there,"</strong> Jenny grumbled, adjusting the straps on her gloves. <strong>"Alright. What do I do? Well, I don't like to<em> show off</em> or <em>brag</em> or anything, you know..."</strong> She clears her throat, looks around, and whispers through a cupped hand to the three of them; Dangling against her palm from a thin cord looped around her middle finger is a small lantern made of wire and broken bits of glass. somehow it's glowing with a yellow-green phosphorescence <strong>"But I can dooooo <em>this!</em>"</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then Calanthe is staring into her own face, eye to eye, every freckle mirrored. Except for the two horns that, aside from being the color of Calanthe's hair now, are totally Jenny. The clone smiles, and darts in to steal a quick smooch from Calanthe; just a peck on the lips, but it <em>rocks her world</em>... literally the ground trembles underfoot, a nearby suit of armor rattles, and a cup of wine falls over. And then it was Jenny again, uncomfortably close, but not kissing anymore. <strong>"You dropped this,"</strong> she whispered in an over-done husky voice to Calanthe... handing her back the coin purse jenny had just nicked off of her. Big smile. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Hope I'm not taking too many liberties with Jenny <em>totally</em> not showing off... but, how about that Disguise Self / Thaumaturgy combo, used as a distraction for Sleight of Hand 21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=143968)? :-)</div></div><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"Hey... hey, I think we can take on an old man! he's even a gnome, that'll be easy!" </strong> She looked from the woman who had announced the contracts, back to the group. <strong>"I mean... they're <em>small</em>!"</strong> She glanced back and forth between the three of them... Two of them packing swords, and one of them afflicted with a dagger and size envy... and also one of them had four legs. Well. <strong>"<em>Or</em> I guess we could go after this Ursine Duchess character? Look, I'm not picky, I'm <em>hungry</em>... Hey, didn't I see a table somewhere in here?"</strong> And now she's looking around for hors d'ouerves
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>02-02-2020, 21:42:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/bYExCuJ.png)<br><strong>Jen'mawg</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15232450#msg15232450)<br></div></div><strong>HP:</strong> 15/15 <strong>AC:</strong> 13<br><strong>Spells Slots:</strong>&nbsp; 4/4 1st, 2/2 2nd<br><strong>Misc:</strong> <em>Blessing of the Forge is on her dagger</em><br><hr><br>Jen'mawg listens attentively then lifts a hand. <br><br>"Yes. My question is how much does it pay and how much is in advance?" <br><br>She glances over to Jenny and nods. "Yes the small one will be easier to kill without a large sword." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>03-02-2020, 00:58:45</strong>
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				<div align="center">†††</div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Jenny &amp; Calanthe</div><div class="spoiler_body">Calanthe can make a perception check to determine if she initially catches on, if she wants.</div></div><br><br><hr><br>Looking around, Jenny would see that on one side the lengthy wood table (the side nearest to you all) there are platters of savory meats, cheeses, and a frivolous amount of desserts. <br><br><hr><br>Hearing Jen'mawg's question raise above the crowd, Elben approaches with a swiftness and calm. "Hello. Excellent to see that you've stayed," he said, wearing a smile. "To answer your question, the contracts themselves state the reward at 500 gold, plus whatever you happen to find along the way, of course." Considering how simple his answer is, it's odd that he bothered to come over instead of calling from afar. "I do hope you survive. I'm very interested in your people and I would love to learn more about them."<br><br><div align="center">⸸⸸⸸</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>03-02-2020, 20:42:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/bYExCuJ.png)<br><strong>Jen'mawg</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15232450#msg15232450)<br></div></div><strong>HP:</strong> 15/15 <strong>AC:</strong> 13<br><strong>Spells Slots:</strong>&nbsp; 4/4 1st, 2/2 2nd<br><strong>Misc:</strong> <em>Blessing of the Forge is on her dagger</em><br><hr><br>Jen'mawg, without missing a beat replies, "Ah, splendid. The odds of this occurring will improve greatly if I was properly equipped." <br><br>She doesn't need to say 'hint hint' outloud, she isn't exactly being subtle, and the githyanki is proving to very much have a one track mind on this point, unable to focus on anything else while this problem exists in her mind. She doesn't seem to be aware that this sort of behavior is boorish and off-putting either, presenting an excellent opportunity for one of her more socially gifted companions to intervene on her behalf. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>05-02-2020, 02:35:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cf/22/54/cf2254dd90b3889e14b2a575d2674284.jpg)</div><strong>Zhendaya</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15233930#msg15233930)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Merc. Co. HQ<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: All | Open<br><strong>HP</strong>: 23/23 <strong>AC</strong>: 18<br><strong>Active Effects</strong>: N/A<br><hr><br>She frowns a bit at the suggestion of hunting down the gnome, glancing from Jenny to Jen.&nbsp; "I'm not certain how comfortable I am taking a bounty for someone's assassination.&nbsp; I understand that even if we go after the druid woman, we may be required to kill, but to accept a hit outright feels disconcerting.&nbsp; Plus, the villagers claim he is spreading disease.&nbsp; What disease?&nbsp; What proof have they that he's even doing it?"<br><br>She directs the last two questions at the human who appeared before Jen'Mawg, her arms folding across her chest and one brow arching faintly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>05-02-2020, 07:40:45</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">●○</span></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Shyvana_small.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Calanthe (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15232874#msg15232874)</span></strong><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Paladin 2/Sorcerer 1</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Location:</strong> Merc Co. Headquarters<br><strong>Status:</strong> Fired Up<br><strong>HP:</strong> 27/27 | <strong>AC:</strong> 17 | <acronym title="Green-Flame Blade, Fire Bolt, Prestidigitation, Mending">Cantrips</acronym> | <span class="bbc_u">Spells</span>: <acronym title="Shield, Expeditious Retreat, Bless, Heroism, Cure Wounds">1st:</acronym> ●●● | <acronym title="Common, Draconic, Elvish"><span class="bbc_u">Languages</span></acronym></span><br><hr><hr>Calanthe startled backward when Jenlanthe pecked her on the cheek, and the rumbling of the ground didn't help with that a bit! Her cheeks got almost as red as her hair and she ran her fingers over her lips, pondering the sheer scale of embarrassment she had brought on herself. It was then, of course, that Jenny presented her coin purse.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Perception: 20</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2020-02-02 20:03:38, Guancyto (uid: 56325) rolls: 1d20a+3 Result: 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=143980)<br>Just missed it!</div></div><br>She thought she was good but Jenny was <em>good</em>.<br><br>"All right," she mumbled, "you've made your point."<br><br>She listened attentively to the contracts. She didn't really have a good feeling about the one, and was glad that Zhendaya spoke up about it.<br><br>"I'd rather we take the bounty on the Bear Queen," she said, eyeing the gnome's portrait suspiciously, "she's already a bandit, there's no question she needs bringing in. And my mother told me to never act incautiously when confronting little bald wrinkly smiling men. He's only a bit bald, but he's even littler than usual."<br><br>Jen'mawg was... very focused. Calanthe coughed, "what my friend means is she'd be grateful for any help, she's just arrived and she's used to bigger weapons and heavier armor than she could scrape together. Seems like hard luck to think of her out there with just her leathers and a knife fighting off brigands and ne'er-do-wells..."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Persuasion: 21</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2020-02-04 23:09:18, Guancyto (uid: 56325) rolls: 1d20a+4 Result: 21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=143994)</div></div><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>06-02-2020, 02:05:09</strong>
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				<div align="center">†††</div><br>Elben takes notice of the little display Jenny put on, and his brow raises in spite of the look of obfuscating neutrality on his face. <br><br>Then, he hears Jen'mawg's less than subtle hint, and looks visibly confused--if for just a moment. His expression returns to something friendlier within moments. "Ah, but I'm certain you can handle much with what you have already." And just as he finishes speaking, Calanthe's entratment comes forward, and he takes a relatively long span of seconds to consider.<br><br>"It's not my duty to help applicants with equipment needs, and I'm afraid it would be rather unfair as a moral point." He gives the universal shrug of 'sorry, can't help you' and before he walks away to drift through the rowdy crowd, he drops you all the slyest of winks. <br><br>As he returns to his post, he casually crosses his arms and rests his chin on his hand just so it covers his mouth. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Jen'mawg</div><div class="spoiler_body">You receive a Message from Elben (which you instantly recognize as a mage who knows the Cantrip):<br><br><em>Lucky for us, morality isn't a big concern around here. Sorry for the show, but your competitors are surely listening in. Consider me invested in seeing you live. I'll drop a weapon off for you--nothing too fancy, mind--and in return, you'll give me insight into the Githyanki and your culture. Deal?</em></div></div><br><div align="center">⸸⸸⸸</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>06-02-2020, 03:35:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/bYExCuJ.png)<br><strong>Jen'mawg</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15232450#msg15232450)<br></div></div><strong>HP:</strong> 15/15 <strong>AC:</strong> 13<br><strong>Spells Slots:</strong>&nbsp; 4/4 1st, 2/2 2nd<br><strong>Misc:</strong> <em>Blessing of the Forge is on her dagger</em><br><hr><br>Jen'mawg furrows her brow, upset but not especially surprised that her request for an advance in funds was met with refusal. "Well alright then," she sighs, mind obviously racing to come up with some other option.<br><br>Turning to Zhendaya, the githyanki completely misinterprets the fighter's concern. "No worries companion." She states. "The bounty does not require we bring proof, merely death." Turning away as if this resolves the problem completely she turns to the human. "I appreciate the attempt at help." She says simply. <br><br>She pauses mid-movement, obviously distracted by something none of the others can sense.<br><br>"Ah." She says, then concentrates for a moment to respond in kind <em>Deal</em>.<br><br>"Well that is part of it." She says. Then pauses a moment as she thinks. Obviously coming to a solution she turns so that she is facing everyone at once, clasping her hands together excitedly.<br><br>"Companions." She begins, "Would you all happen to have enough gold that I might borrow some? I will repay you once our mission is complete." <br><br>"Or if not gold, perhaps some copper?"<br><br>Oddly enough the woman does not ask for silver. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>12-02-2020, 20:46:12</strong>
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				<div align="center">†††<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Jen'mawg</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Excellent. I'll have it dropped off to you when you leave the building.</em></div></div><br><br>⸸⸸⸸</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>12-02-2020, 21:19:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/x2Bu1WC.png)</div><strong>Jenny Sticks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15241630#msg15241630)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Merc Co main hall<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Calanthe, Zhendaya, Jen'mawg<br><strong>HP:</strong> 21 <strong>AC:</strong> 17 <strong>PP:</strong> 12<br><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Cantrips:</strong> Thaumaturgy, Guidance, Toll the Dead, Spare the Dying<br><strong>1<sup>st</sup>:</strong> 3/4<br><em>Sanctuary, Cure Wounds, Bane, Charm Person<sup>D</sup>, Disguise Self<sup>D</sup></em><br><strong>2<sup>nd</sup>:</strong> 2/2<br><em>Blindness / Deafness, Spiritual Weapon, Mirror Image<sup>D</sup>, Pass Without Trace<sup>D</sup></em></div></div><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"Well that's just it! That's part of the fun of it, <em>uncovering the mysteryyyyyy</em>"</strong> Jenny waggled her fingers at the word "mystery," then brought them together in a clap. Actually more of a <em>thwaph</em>, thanks to her gloves.<strong> "But! Okay! Bear queen. I've never seen the woods, it'll be fun!"</strong> She smiles largely to Zhendaya and Calanthe. <strong>"It's probably leprosy, anyway, or scabies, or, what are those things people with toes get that are big and lumpy and... I forget..."</strong> Wait... people with toes?<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She gawks at Jen'Mawg then. One blink, two. <strong>"Do I <em>look</em> like i have gold?"</strong> Pffft, snort. In point of fact, she does not look like she has gold at all. In fact she looks like she might have a copper in one of her shoes. Might.<strong> "What i <em>do</em> have, is a craving for one of those pastry things over there, I'll be right back..."</strong> and with a swish of her tail, she flounces over to the complimentary smorgasbord and begins loading up. if no one's looking (or at least if she doesn't notice them looking) several of these go into pockets, pouches, and the like. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>15-02-2020, 20:02:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/bYExCuJ.png)<br><strong>Jen'mawg</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15232450#msg15232450)<br></div></div><strong>HP:</strong> 15/15 <strong>AC:</strong> 13<br><strong>Spells Slots:</strong>&nbsp; 4/4 1st, 2/2 2nd<br><strong>Misc:</strong> <em>Blessing of the Forge is on her dagger</em><br><hr><br>The githyanki arcanist furrows her brow as the vote now seems to swing in favor of fighting the bear-woman. "Well, I will simply stay far back and trust the sacred flame of Tharmekhul to carry me through." She says to herself. <br><br>"No, truthfully you do not." Jen'mawg admits as she looks as Jenny. "You seem the type who could acquire some though." She says, stroking her chin as she takes in the measure of the woman. <br><br>Jen'mawg's stomach also feels empty, but not for pastries. Never a fan of sweets, the yellow-skinned woman wanders over to the table as well, where she makes a plate high with the meats and cheeses and returns to the group with it, scarfing down the food as if she hasn't eaten in days and doesn't know when or where her next meal will come. Which is of course the truth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>18-02-2020, 05:32:49</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">●○</span></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Shyvana_small.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Calanthe (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15232874#msg15232874)</span></strong><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Paladin 2/Sorcerer 1</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Location:</strong> Merc Co. Headquarters<br><strong>Status:</strong> Fired Up<br><strong>HP:</strong> 27/27 | <strong>AC:</strong> 17 | <acronym title="Green-Flame Blade, Fire Bolt, Prestidigitation, Mending">Cantrips</acronym> | <span class="bbc_u">Spells</span>: <acronym title="Shield, Expeditious Retreat, Bless, Heroism, Cure Wounds">1st:</acronym> ●●● | <acronym title="Common, Draconic, Elvish"><span class="bbc_u">Languages</span></acronym></span><br><hr><hr><br>"Goodness, dears, all that?" Calanthe towers behind Jenny and Jen'mawg as they load up on foodstuffs, reaching down to ruffle both of their hair. "Well, shieldwalls and goliath bandits aside, I've cooked for three children so two more can't hurt. Not much in the way of gold but I can make sure you get three square meals a day when we're together. Can't fight on an empty stomach, after all!" she beams.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>18-02-2020, 09:08:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cf/22/54/cf2254dd90b3889e14b2a575d2674284.jpg)</div><strong>Zhendaya</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15233930#msg15233930)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Merc. Co. HQ<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: All | Open<br><strong>HP</strong>: 23/23 <strong>AC</strong>: 18<br><strong>Active Effects</strong>: N/A<br><hr><br>A brow quirked as her question went unanswered, but it seemed of little consequence, since the others were willing to shift their focus to the less questionably-moral target.&nbsp; As the others moved to fetch themselves things to eat, she studied the rest of the mercenaries in the room, idly checking the bindings that kept her armor in place to ensure they were all still sufficiently tightened.<br><br>Her mind wandered to the idea of being free of the city for the first time in a while, enjoying the open road on their way to the bandit's hideout.&nbsp; A faint smile touched her lips at the thought of camping down for the night with her fellow soldiers of fortune, and she made a note to ensure they had plenty of supplies to carry them through.&nbsp; Of course, they might be able to do some hunting or pick up rations along the way.<br><br>"Jenny, be a dear and bring me a couple of those tarts?&nbsp; Are they pear or apple?&nbsp; Oh, it doesn't matter either way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>18-02-2020, 09:27:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/x2Bu1WC.png)</div><strong>Jenny Sticks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15241630#msg15241630)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Merc Co main hall<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Calanthe, Zhendaya, Jen'mawg<br><strong>HP:</strong> 21 <strong>AC:</strong> 17 <strong>PP:</strong> 12<br><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Cantrips:</strong> Thaumaturgy, Guidance, Toll the Dead, Spare the Dying<br><strong>1<sup>st</sup>:</strong> 3/4<br><em>Sanctuary, Cure Wounds, Bane, Charm Person<sup>D</sup>, Disguise Self<sup>D</sup></em><br><strong>2<sup>nd</sup>:</strong> 2/2<br><em>Blindness / Deafness, Spiritual Weapon, Mirror Image<sup>D</sup>, Pass Without Trace<sup>D</sup></em></div></div><hr>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"Whuff?"</strong> She asked with her mouth full, looking up at Calanthe. <em>Gulp</em>. <strong>"Don't judge me, all I've had to eat today was an apple!"</strong> TO emphasize her point, she holds eye contact with Calanthe, and devours... like, a whole cruller or something like that. <acronym title="So there!"><strong>"Fo verre!"</strong></acronym> Her point made, she chews thoughtfully, mulling over what Calanthe says. A longer <em>gulp</em> this time. <strong>"Would it be weird if I called you mom, since we smooched and are in love now?"</strong> She fluttered her eyelashes prettily, and then looks past the redhead towards Zhendaya. <strong>"Oh! Sure thing!</strong>"<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So saying she gathers up more little tarts and whatever, and meanders back to the centaur, figuring the large lady needs many tiny pies. <strong>"Here you go!"</strong> And she hands the handful of pastries up to Zhendaya. <strong>"Careful, some of them have nuts, I think. I <em>hope</em> they're nuts. Except I don't really like nuts, it's just the alternatives are worse. Oh! And this one is smoky fish and pear, pretty good..."</strong> The fact that she has cleared a whole platter of pastries just breezes right by her, since apparently Jenny has the social decorum of a warthog. A slightly prissy warthog, sure, but still a warthog.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"So. when do we want to get ready? Do I need to get a tent? How do you go about getting one anyway? Is it just a sheet and some sticks or is it more technical?"</strong> She looked up to Zhendaya, still offering pastries like a votive to a horsey goddess of breastplates. A soft, amused snort. <strong>"You probably <em>enjoy</em> the rain on your head, why am I asking <em>you</em>?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>19-02-2020, 01:19:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/bYExCuJ.png)<br><strong>Jen'mawg</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15232450#msg15232450)<br></div></div><strong>HP:</strong> 15/15 <strong>AC:</strong> 13<br><strong>Spells Slots:</strong>&nbsp; 4/4 1st, 2/2 2nd<br><strong>Misc:</strong> <em>Blessing of the Forge is on her dagger</em><br><hr><br>Jen'mawg stares up at the hand that ruffles it her hair, not that it can accomplish much with the bits of worked metal up there keeping everything in place. She continues to chew her food, eyeing Calanthe as if she is worried the woman might try to take it, despite there being plenty for everyone. "Ah, cooking." She says, eyes perking up a little. "An excellent talent, one of the few skills I do not possess." She says matter of factly, more a betrayal of a lack of social grace than real arrogance. <br><br>Jen'mawg glances up at Zhendaya as the centaur calls for Jenny, then glances away a bit embarrassed as she realizes the call was for the tiefling, not her. There is a touch of what looks like disappointment in the githyanki's eyes, as if she was secretly hoping someone might be wanting to speak to her, or maybe that she had made a new friend. The look vanishes quickly when Jen'mawg glances back to the party. <br><br>"We can fashion a tent easily enough." She says to the other Jen, "I would just need some sticks and canvas. Or something that sufficiently resembles sticks and canvas. Or even something that doesn't at all if you don't need the tent very long." She wraps her stash of meat and cheese up carefully in a cloth and places it in her pack. <br><br>She eyes the centaur again. "Zhendaya, may I inspect your blade at some convenient time? It appears as though it may be an ideal instrument for the blessing of Tharmekhul. If you can spare it for a few moments when we make camp. With or without tents." She says, giving Jenny something that looks almost like a smile for a brief moment. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>20-02-2020, 08:44:33</strong>
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				<div align="center">†††<br><br>Finally, the as yet unnamed (but certainly affiliated) party had a contract in hand and a destination or two in mind. The village of Oxam was closest, and another source of information, but it was a day's journey out of the way if they meant to hurry to the latest targeted village, Feradin, or any of the other, smaller villages in the area. Either way, it would be approximately a week's travel to make it to either by foot, which--judging by the equipment and gluttonous pocketing of snacks and pastries--would be the mode of transport for nearly everyone here.<br><br>Once the party was done eating, gathering their belongings, and seeing a couple of groups trickle out before them, they readied themselves and exited the hall....only to find themselves confronted by a floating short sword! But, alarming as the sight is, the blade did not stand tall with a readiness to strike. Instead, it hung limply as if held by a person who has no idea how to wield it. And, almost as if proving this theory, whatever held the sword aloft released it, letting it clang to the ground near Jen'mawg's feet. Then, there was silence, and there would continue to be as the mysterious force disappeared and left the party to carry on. One side of a certain deal was kept, it seemed.<br><br><br>At least five other groups had been in attendance, but as the party hits the road, they notice that only one seems to be traveling toward the southeast as they are--a group that gained quite a bit of distance in their early departure. It's the quartet of drow women, who, whilst inside the hall, seemed to idly sing and chatter. Now, though, they seemed to be on a mission as they skirt off the main road and walk quickly onward, dark umbrellas shading them from the midday sun above. Then, they vanish. Quite literally.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">This spell is pretty obvious to all of you, but to learn some extra information, you can roll an Arcana check if you're proficient in it or if you know Invisibility (it does not have to be prepared).</div></div><br><br>The journey ahead started off as exciting as any, tapering off as the hours moved by and nothing notable happened. In time, the sight of the glittering ocean to the west blinked out of view, leaving only the plain landscape to keep them company. Yrisall was an impressive Great City, but it was also a city of imports and exports, where few farms or homes thrived even at the farthest acres it controlled outside its walls. <br><br>As they walked on and hours passed, manicured greenery turned to wild, unkempt life. Now, rather than ocean or city, they tread along the southern edge of a forest of towering trees, not ten minutes from finding themselves within its grasp should they decide to change course.<br><br>Eventually, evening falls and it comes time to camp. But where did they set up? And perhaps more importantly, who took watch, if anyone?<br><br><br>⸸⸸⸸</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>20-02-2020, 15:18:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/bYExCuJ.png)<br><strong>Jen'mawg</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15232450#msg15232450)<br></div></div><strong>HP:</strong> 15/15 <strong>AC:</strong> 13<br><strong>Spells Slots:</strong>&nbsp; 3/4 1st, 2/2 2nd<br><strong>Misc:</strong> <em>Blessing of the Forge is on her dagger, Mage Armor Active - AC 16</em><br><hr><br>As the short sword floats to her, Jen'mawg takes out a piece of paper, scratches an item off of it, and stows it as the sheath of the sword is laced up up in her belt which seems to move on its own. The githyanki acts as though encountering floating swords that come to her is something that happens every day. Maybe where she's from it is? <br><br>"Do we need umbrellas?" She asks her companions, eyeing the drow women. "Will the other mercenaries mock us if we do not properly accessorize?" She seems more interested in this as an academic subject than anything else, although her obsession with being properly equipped is once more on full display. She pulls out her list again and scribbles a word on it. The language she writes in is one with long vertical lines for each letter which are decorated with symbols mostly at the top. It is the language of the gith, rather rarely scene on the prime. <br><br>"Would armored umbrellas be acceptable?" She ponders outloud. "That could be stylish and prevent attack from the air." She mused, tapping a long yellow finger on her pointed chin. "Although I haven't seen many dragons here. Still, it seems like it might be a prudent investment once we have capital." <br><br>As the group makes camp Jen'mawg speaks up again. "I can watch first. Zhendaya if you wish I will see if I can apply a blessing to your sword while I do so?" <br><br>While she waits for a response, Jen'mawg casts a spell on herself, a glowing outline of armor briefly visible as she seeks to protect herself somewhat while the party rests. <br><br><em>- Using racial invisible Mage Hand to scoop up the short sword, added to sheet!<br>- Casting Mage Armor</em><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Arcana 20</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Jenmawg rolled: 1d20, adding 5 to the total<br>Comment: Arcana<br>Result: 15,<br>Total: 20<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>21-02-2020, 18:38:01</strong>
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				<div align="center">†††<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Jen'mawg</div><div class="spoiler_body">You see the drow all fall under the effects of invisibility, but they do so in different ways. Magic is never as simple as willing something to happen, as you well know. <br><br>The drow in the long, dark coat, who sports the shortest white hair among them, touches the shoulder of the drow with the longest, slightly silver hued locks and both vanish. <br><br>Next, the woman with the second longest hair, and the most vibrant garb--loosely fit and peach pink--rocks side to side as she sings, or perhaps, hums something, then she vanishes. <br><br>Last but not least, the drow in black leathers, sporting a high pony tail and a few braids here and there, touches something on her finger--a ring, perhaps--gives it a spin, and vanishes as well. </div></div><br><br>⸸⸸⸸</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>24-02-2020, 22:07:37</strong>
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				<div align="center">†††<br><br>Jen’mawg resolved to take first watch and Zhendaya second, but no one takes third. It’s a (mostly) fortunate thing, then, that their troubles came during first watch and not last. <br><br>Jen’mawg spotted them quickly, a pack of dire wolves (because why not?) roving towards their general direction. They hadn’t seen the party yet, but it was clear that they were sniffing out something and it could have been them. At the front were three wolves, and another, slightly smaller wolf trailed behind, tongue lolling out of either exhaustion or hunger.<br><br>What does she do?<br><br>⸸⸸⸸</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>24-02-2020, 23:07:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/x2Bu1WC.png)</div><strong>Jenny Sticks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15241630#msg15241630)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Merc Co main hall, then out in the woods<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Calanthe, Zhendaya, Jen'mawg<br><strong>HP:</strong> 21 <strong>AC:</strong> 17 <strong>PP:</strong> 12<br><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Cantrips:</strong> Thaumaturgy, Guidance, Toll the Dead, Spare the Dying<br><strong>1<sup>st</sup>:</strong> 4/4<br><em>Cause Fear, Cure Wounds, Bane, Charm Person<sup>D</sup>, Disguise Self<sup>D</sup></em><br><strong>2<sup>nd</sup>:</strong> 2/2<br><em>Blindness / Deafness, Spiritual Weapon, Mirror Image<sup>D</sup>, Pass Without Trace<sup>D</sup></em></div></div><hr><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jenny paused as they were leaving and a sword appeared out of nowhere for Jen'Mawg. That wad odd, but she didn't say anything about it... until they reached the door to the city beyond.<strong> "Sooooo, where's the <em>rest</em> of it?"</strong> The tiefling gave Jen'Mawg a teasing smile as they stepped out. <strong>"Don't tell me; it's not the size of the blade that matters, it's the skill of the thrusting?"</strong><br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She hadn't been lying about not ever being outside the city. Jenny was feeling a definite sense of agoraphobia without walls around her. And she couldn't tell strawberries from poison oak - not that she found either one, but just on principle. She <em>did</em> in fact agree to third watch though, reasoning it would give her the most time to sleep, and leaving the human in the literal dark didn't seem like a great idea anyway.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Oddly it'd been Jenny who had proposed their place to camp... mostly because the tight copse of trees didn't leave her feeling exposed. As dusk fell, she hung her holy symbol - that dimly-glowing wire-and-glass lantern she had showed Calanthe - from a low-hanging branch, and whispered softly to it for a while. The others could hear their names mentioned if they listened closely, but likely they were busy setting up the camp. That done, she ate some of the leftover hors d'ourves she had smuggled, and nestled back against a large tree in the copse. Arms wrapped tight around her bag of goods, she quickly dropped into sleep, even in her leather armor, as only people used to grabbing naps where they may can do.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And so she was when the wolves came, head pressed on the top flap of her backpack, cheek damp from a little sleep-drool, making noises that were just a little too soft to really be called snores.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>25-02-2020, 08:01:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cf/22/54/cf2254dd90b3889e14b2a575d2674284.jpg)</div><strong>Zhendaya</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15233930#msg15233930)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Merc. Co. HQ<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: All | Open<br><strong>HP</strong>: 23/23 <strong>AC</strong>: 18<br><strong>Active Effects</strong>: N/A<br><hr><br>The strange women with their umbrellas caused her to quirk a brow when they suddenly vanished, but her experience in the military had tempered her tendency toward surprise.&nbsp; She suppressed the urge to stomp as they all waited to leave, her many tarts consumed and warming her belly with cinnamon and sugar.&nbsp; A few extras went in her pack with her rations to serve as a late-night snack during her watch, but she was more refined than their Tiefling companion and wrapped them in a clean, white kerchief before storing them.<br><br>The walk out of the city was invigorating and she breathed deeply once they left behind the stale, urban air.&nbsp; The scent of grass, trees and forest critters made her smile and it was all she could do to keep from cantering ahead of the others in her excitement.&nbsp; Even so, there were times she couldn't resist the urge to stretch her legs with a gallop that carried her several hundred yards ahead of the other three and brought her back swiftly.&nbsp; She tried to limit these energy-boosting runs to points where they could keep sight of one another even at a distance.<br><br>By the time they stopped to make camp, her pleasure at shaking free of the city had finally calmed to quiet contentment and she was no longer acting like an over-excited foal.&nbsp; Somewhat embarrassed by her unprofessional behavior, she nodded to Jen and (with only the barest of hesitation), unstrapped her sword and sheath to hand it over to the gith girl.&nbsp; "I'll take up the second watch.&nbsp; Will your blessing be complete by then, Jen'Mawg?&nbsp; I appreciate the offer, by the way.&nbsp; What does the blessing do?"&nbsp; She watched the other woman as she assisted with making camp, eventually lowering herself to rest on her folded legs as she fished a portion of her rations from her pack to have with some water from her skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>25-02-2020, 14:49:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/bYExCuJ.png)<br><strong>Jen'mawg</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15232450#msg15232450)<br></div></div><strong>HP:</strong> 15/15 <strong>AC:</strong> 13<br><strong>Spells Slots:</strong>&nbsp; 3/4 1st, 2/2 2nd<br><strong>Misc:</strong> <em>Blessing of the Forge is on her dagger, Mage Armor Active - AC 16</em><br><hr><br>Jen'mawg was inspected Zhendaya's blade as she spotted the wolves. Rising to her feet quickly she strode over to the tiefling, to whom she delivered a swift kick in the gut to wake her up - it wasn't a gentle kick by any stretch, not only a result of Jen'mawg's militaristic upbringing but also because she didn't have time for the 'five more minutes' production she just assumed all soft city-dwellers put on every time the sun came up - and then strode rapidly over to Zhendaya shaking the centaur's shoulders and pressing the blade back into her hand. <br><br>"Wake up, there are very large wolves!" She said quickly, fully prepared to slap the woman awake if the initial shaking didn't do the job. She didn't see where Calanthe was sleeping, but would deliver a similarly sharp awakening to her if necessary. <br><br>Realizing that not everyone could see in the dark, rather she assumed the tiefling could and the human couldn't, she frankly didn't know about the centaur, she cast a quick spell and suddenly a branch that hung over the campsite was glowing brightly. <br><br>"Perhaps we can scare them off." She said, assessing the strategic options she prepared a spell in case the creatures came too close. <br><br><em>Casting Light cantrip on a convenient branch to light up our little camp.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>01-03-2020, 11:21:35</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">●○</span></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Shyvana_small.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Calanthe (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15232874#msg15232874)</span></strong><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Paladin 2/Sorcerer 1</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Location:</strong> Out in the sticks<br><strong>Status:</strong> Groggy<br><strong>HP:</strong> 27/27 | <strong>AC:</strong> 17 | <acronym title="Green-Flame Blade, Fire Bolt, Prestidigitation, Mending">Cantrips</acronym> | <span class="bbc_u">Spells</span>: <acronym title="Shield, Expeditious Retreat, Bless, Heroism, Cure Wounds">1st:</acronym> ●●● | <acronym title="Common, Draconic, Elvish"><span class="bbc_u">Languages</span></acronym></span><br><hr><hr>Calanthe had fussed, of course, over the state of the campsite. Did everyone have comfortable beds? There were plenty of leftover hors d'ourves so there was little need to cook, but she made sure there was enough firewood for it anyway - to scare away predators, naturally. Not that she thought there would be predators trying to pick a fight with a centaur - they'd have to be crazy! She had slept content in the knowledge that everyone looked fearsome enough that nobody would be inclined to mess.<br><br>...apparently they were crazy, was her thought as she snapped awake. She hadn't really been sleeping - no watch meant she had an absolutely decadent twelve hours of sleep and so most of her time on the tail end of that had been spent in quiet meditation or on camp maintenance, patching clothes and tents and checking pots. <br><br>She had, however, been napping when the wolves came. She looked to Jen'mawg and nodded. To match with the light on a branch she produced one as well, which was to say the end of her halberd lit on fire as she readied it for a wolven charge.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>06-03-2020, 11:20:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cf/22/54/cf2254dd90b3889e14b2a575d2674284.jpg)</div><strong>Zhendaya</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15233930#msg15233930)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Merc. Co. HQ<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: All | Open<br><strong>HP</strong>: 23/23 <strong>AC</strong>: 18<br><strong>Active Effects</strong>: N/A<br><hr><br>A lifetime of military training meant that by the time Jen'Mawg reached her and gave her shoulders the first shake, Zhen was already waking.&nbsp; She grabbed the hilt of the sword and was on her feet in moments, still dressed in her armor and with her senses keenly honed.&nbsp; Adrenaline flooded her system and drove all hints of weariness away, letting her move swiftly to join the others in preparation for the on-coming wolves.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>06-03-2020, 20:53:08</strong>
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				<div align="center">†††<br><br><em>The three healthy dire wolves were sniffing their way towards the camp's general direction when Jen'mawg lit the branch above. Now their heads lifted and dark eyes leveled in the direction of the light source. They were approaching the camp intentionally now, if slightly slowed by wariness of the sudden light. However, this change in course and pace caused the weaker wolf to lag behind.</em><br><br>(You have one round to prepare--including hiding or trying to scare them off if you wish--before three wolves reach your position. The fourth and weaker wolf will reach your position a round after that.)<br><br>⸸⸸⸸</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>07-03-2020, 23:13:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/bYExCuJ.png)<br><strong>Jen'mawg</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15232450#msg15232450)<br></div></div><strong>HP:</strong> 15/15 <strong>AC:</strong> 13<br><strong>Spells Slots:</strong>&nbsp; 3/4 1st, 1/2 2nd<br><strong>Misc:</strong> <em>Blessing of the Forge is on her dagger, Mage Armor Active - AC 16</em><br><hr><br>"They are becoming aggressive!" Jen'mawg cautioned, as if it wasn't totally obvious to everyone. <br><br>"Get back, beasts!" She shouted to them, pointing her spiral focus at whichever one struck her as looking most like the pack leader and sending blasts of magical energy towards it. <br><br><em>Casting Magic Missile at 2nd level, 13 total force damage</em><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: Jenmawg rolled: 4d4, adding 4 to the total<br>Comment: Magic Missile Damage<br>Result: 3, 1, 3, 2,<br>Total: 13</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>07-03-2020, 23:21:16</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">●○</span></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Shyvana_small.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Calanthe (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15232874#msg15232874)</span></strong><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Paladin 2/Sorcerer 1</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Location:</strong> Out in the sticks<br><strong>Status:</strong> Groggy<br><strong>HP:</strong> 27/27 | <strong>AC:</strong> 17 | <acronym title="Green-Flame Blade, Fire Bolt, Prestidigitation, Mending">Cantrips</acronym> | <span class="bbc_u">Spells</span>: <acronym title="Shield, Expeditious Retreat, Bless, Heroism, Cure Wounds">1st:</acronym> ●●● | <acronym title="Common, Draconic, Elvish"><span class="bbc_u">Languages</span></acronym></span><br><hr><hr>"You really don't want to eat us, dears, we've been on a diet of curry and peppers all week," stepping to position herself between the charge and her less hardy companions, Calanthe called to the oncoming wolves. Seeing this not deter them in the least, she opened her mouth and spit a blast of flame at the one in the lead. "See? The indigestion will be <em>terrible</em>."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fire Bolt</div><div class="spoiler_body">19 to attack, 6 fire damage if it hits.<br>At 2020-03-07 16:17:15, Guancyto (uid: 56325) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=145112)<br>At 2020-03-07 16:17:27, Guancyto (uid: 56325) rolls: 1d10 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=145113)<br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>08-03-2020, 10:55:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/x2Bu1WC.png)</div><strong>Jenny Sticks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15241630#msg15241630)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Camping!<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Calanthe, Zhendaya, Jen'mawg<br><strong>HP:</strong> 21 <strong>AC:</strong> 17 <strong>PP:</strong> 12<br><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Cantrips:</strong> Thaumaturgy, Guidance, Toll the Dead, Spare the Dying<br><strong>1<sup>st</sup>:</strong> 4/4<br><em>Cause Fear, Cure Wounds, Bane, Charm Person<sup>D</sup>, Disguise Self<sup>D</sup></em><br><strong>2<sup>nd</sup>:</strong> 2/2<br><em>Blindness / Deafness, Spiritual Weapon, Mirror Image<sup>D</sup>, Pass Without Trace<sup>D</sup></em></div></div><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jenny's backpack got in the way of the intended gut-kick, since she was curled around it as she slept. However, she still woke, baring sharp teeth and hissing like a feral opossum at Jen'Mawg... apparently reflexively. She shook the vestiges of sleep off and looked around. <strong>"I'm up, I'm up. Wolves? Oh, that's no problem, I can just..."</strong> And then there was light. <strong>"Won't that just attract..."</strong> and <em>then</em> Jen'Mawg and Calanthe were both casting spells. <strong>"Oh."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"I guess we're fighting, then! Poor little wolves,"</strong> She murred softly. But she'd rather kill them than get eaten, so that's how it works out. She shifted around and prepared her crossbow, drawing the cord back and slapping a bolt into the groove. There was a loud <em>ka-THWACKT!</em> as she fired it off towards that one canine loping behind the others. <strong>"Sorry!"</strong> She called out, before reaching for a second bolt.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Crossbow attack 14, damage 6</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2020-03-08 03:51:58, Jenny (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 14 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=145134)<br><br>Damage: At 2020-03-08 03:52:39, Jenny (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d8a3 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=145135)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>11-03-2020, 22:52:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cf/22/54/cf2254dd90b3889e14b2a575d2674284.jpg)</div><strong>Zhendaya</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15233930#msg15233930)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Merc. Co. HQ<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: All | Open<br><strong>HP</strong>: 28/28 <strong>AC</strong>: 18<br><strong>Active Effects</strong>: N/A<br><hr><br>Zhen couldn't attack from a distance, so she merely galloped forth to position herself before the less hearty and armored members of her battalion.&nbsp; As she moved, turning herself slightly sidelong so that her body partially formed a barrier behind which the others could take refuge should they want, she lowered her head slightly and gripped her sword, waiting for the wolves to draw nearer so that she could cut them down before they caused any harm.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Held Attack</div><div class="spoiler_body">Holding a slash attack with her longsword.<br><br>Summary: At 2020-03-11 17:03:08, Zhendaya (uid: 24594) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=145298)<br><br>Full Result: Zhendaya rolled: 1d20, adding 5 to the total<br>Comment: Weapon Attack<br>Result: 8,<br>Total: 13<br><br>Summary: At 2020-03-11 17:08:53, Zhendaya (uid: 24594) rolls: 1d8a5 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=145301)<br><br>Full Result: Zhendaya rolled: 1d8, adding 5 to the total<br>Comment: Damage<br>Result: 5,<br>Total: 10</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>12-03-2020, 00:49:32</strong>
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				<div align="center">†††<br><br><em>The wolves, seeing bolts and spells cast their way, cannot fail to notice the party. Distant as they are, they sprint towards you, <strong>Using their Actions to Dash</strong> and attempting to surround you all.</em></div><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Round Resolution</span></strong></div><br>The wolves rush forward at the behest of their leader, only to be greeted by flame, bolt, and force alike.<br><br>Jen'mawg launches missiles of vibrant energy at the Alpha dire wolf, striking its foreleg, shoulder, and chest and dealing <strong>13 force damage</strong>. <br><br>It howls in pain and fury, but rushes on, even as Calanthe's sizzling bolt of flame strikes its ear, scorching half of it clean off as it deals <strong>6 fire damage</strong>. <br><br>It manages to reach Zhendaya at the end of its dash, and though it looks <strong>bloodied</strong>, it barely manages to duck her arcing longsword, resulting in a <strong>near miss</strong>.<br><br>Jenny's crossbow bolt sinks into the sick, straggling wolf's chest, dealing <strong>6 piercing damage</strong> and leaving it <strong>bloodied</strong> but still intent on following its pack leader.<br><br>Finally, the wolves circle the party. <em>Alpha</em> faces off against Zhendaya, <em>Wolf B</em> faces Jen'mawg, <em>Wolf C</em> faces Calanthe, and the straggler, <em>Wolf D</em>, faces Jenny.<br><br><div align="center"><strong>Roll Initiative!</strong></div><br><div align="center">⸸⸸⸸</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>14-03-2020, 21:50:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/bYExCuJ.png)<br><strong>Jen'mawg</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15232450#msg15232450)<br></div></div><strong>HP:</strong> 15/15 <strong>AC:</strong> 13<br><strong>Spells Slots:</strong>&nbsp; 3/4 1st, 0/2 2nd<br><strong>Misc:</strong> <em>Blessing of the Forge is on her dagger, Mage Armor Active - AC 16</em><br><hr><br>Jen'mawg was pleased to see that Calanthe's choice in targets was superior to her choice in weapons. She began to move so that the alpha wolf would be confronted with her steel, "Focus on the lead - AH!!" She screamed as one of the other wolves was quickly right in her face. <br><br>She thought quickly. Obviously she would have preferred to fight the wolf that was attacking her. But the smartest plan was still, equally obviously, to focus on the leader. And she was in a position to assist the mighty centaur with her fight. And then, hopefully, the mighty centaur would be able to help her. Trusting that her protective magic would keep the creature at bay for a few moments, Jen'mawg turned away from it, moving her arm back she gathered up an orb of holy light from the air around her and hurled it at the alpha wolf with all of her might.<br><br>It was not the absolute best throw she'd ever made with Tharmekhul's bolt, but it was very good for her, and satisfied that the impact would be solid she quickly turned back to the wolf in front of her, bringing her shield up and hopefully staving off those hungry jaws. <br><br><br><em>Guiding Bolt at 2nd level on the Alpha Wolf</em><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Guiding Bolt Attack 19</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Jenmawg rolled: 1d20, adding 4 to the total<br>Comment: Guiding Bolt Attack<br>Result: 15,<br>Total: 19</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Guiding Bolt Damage 11</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Jenmawg rolled: 5d6<br>Comment: Guiding Bolt Damage<br>Result: 1, 1, 2, 2, 5,<br>Total: 11</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Initiative 5</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Jenmawg rolled: 1d20, adding 1 to the total<br>Comment: initiave<br>Result: 4,<br>Total: 5</div></div><br><em>Assuming 19 is a hit, the next attack made against this target before Jen'mawg's next turn has advantage! <del>GET 'EM Zhendaya!!!</del> lol nevermind with that initiative she's prob already attacked :)</em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>15-03-2020, 01:05:53</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">●○</span></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Shyvana_small.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Calanthe (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15232874#msg15232874)</span></strong><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Paladin 2/Sorcerer 1</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Location:</strong> Out in the sticks<br><strong>Status:</strong> Active!<br><strong>HP:</strong> 27/27 | <strong>AC:</strong> 17 | <acronym title="Green-Flame Blade, Fire Bolt, Prestidigitation, Mending">Cantrips</acronym> | <span class="bbc_u">Spells</span>: <acronym title="Shield, Expeditious Retreat, Bless, Heroism, Cure Wounds">1st:</acronym> ●●● | <acronym title="Common, Draconic, Elvish"><span class="bbc_u">Languages</span></acronym></span><br><hr><hr>At the sight of the wolves continuing to charge, Calanthe steadied herself and leveled her halberd. She'd faced worse than this with worse backup, she could do this now. Zhendaya could handle herself, and Jen'mawg admirably understood the value of reducing the number of enemies standing on the field, but as for defending herself she seemed a little less inclined.<br><br>That was fine, that meant it was Calanthe's job to hold their attention! She swung her burning polearm for the one harrassing Jen'mawg, hoping to impale it to the ground even as the fire singed the one that had taken a liking to her. "Hey! Pay attention to the big one!" she shouted at it.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Initiative: 20</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2020-03-11 18:43:58, Guancyto (uid: 56325) rolls: 1d20 Result: 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=145305)</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Green Flame Blade. Attack: 20, Damage: 12</div><div class="spoiler_body">Calanthe is gonna Green-Flame Blade on Wolf B.<br>At 2020-03-11 18:44:22, Guancyto (uid: 56325) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=145306)<br>At 2020-03-11 18:44:37, Guancyto (uid: 56325) rolls: 1d10a3 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=145307)<br><br>If any of the other wolves are within reach (like, say, Wolf C), they'll take 2 points of Fire damage from the GFB cleave.</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>18-03-2020, 07:19:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cf/22/54/cf2254dd90b3889e14b2a575d2674284.jpg)</div><strong>Zhendaya</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15233930#msg15233930)<br><strong>Location</strong>: On the Road<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: All | Open<br><strong>HP</strong>: 28/28 <strong>AC</strong>: 18<br><strong>Superiority Dice:</strong> 3/4<br><strong>Active Effects</strong>: N/A<br><hr><br>Seeing that Jen'Mawg was stepping forth to take on the wolf that menaced her, while Calanthe handled the wolf that harried the gith, Zhen reared and turned on her back hooves to paw the air menacingly in the direction of the straggler that was approaching Jenny.&nbsp; She knew the girl was not as equipped for a confrontation of this nature, and dropped to a battle-ready stance before galloping forward and striking out at the slowest beast with her sword...hoping to provide their companion with an advantage while distracting the animal from its intended (and far squishier) target.<br><br>"H'yah!&nbsp; Here, mangy cur!"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Initiative: 0</div><div class="spoiler_body">Summary: At 2020-03-17 01:52:26, Zhendaya (uid: 24594) rolls: 1d20a-1 Result: 0 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=145440)</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Menacing Attack: 22</div><div class="spoiler_body">Summary: At 2020-03-17 23:44:30, Zhendaya (uid: 24594) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 22 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=145454)</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Damage: 8+3= 11</div><div class="spoiler_body">Summary: At 2020-03-17 23:45:26, Zhendaya (uid: 24594) rolls: 1d8a5 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=145455)<br><br>Summary: At 2020-03-17 23:48:46, Zhendaya (uid: 24594) rolls: 1d8 Result: 3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=145456)</div></div><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>25-03-2020, 23:54:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/x2Bu1WC.png)</div><strong>Jenny Sticks</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15241630#msg15241630)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Camping!<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Zhendaya<br><strong>HP:</strong> 21 <strong>AC:</strong> 17 <strong>PP:</strong> 12<br><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Cantrips:</strong> Thaumaturgy, Guidance, Toll the Dead, Spare the Dying<br><strong>1<sup>st</sup>:</strong> 4/4<br><em>Cause Fear, Cure Wounds, Bane, Charm Person<sup>D</sup>, Disguise Self<sup>D</sup></em><br><strong>2<sup>nd</sup>:</strong> 2/2<br><em>Blindness / Deafness, Spiritual Weapon, Mirror Image<sup>D</sup>, Pass Without Trace<sup>D</sup></em></div></div><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"I thought we could scare them off!"</strong> She called out, sounding annoyed. Apparently wolves weren't like dogs. She was about to level another shot at the runt of the litter when Zhendaya barreled her way in <strong>"Yeah! Kick it's flea-bitey butt!"</strong> Jenny bit her lip, watching two sexy women and a whatever-Jen'mawg-is fighting feral beasts. It's enough to make a tiefling swoon. Best to not let them get chewed up too bad though! With a small grunt she pulled the crossbow's string back, then aimed towards the wolf that Zhendaya was slashing at. <strong>"If I get you in the ass I'm SORRY! <em>It's big!</em>"</strong> She says before unleashing the crossbow bolt, genuinely trying to NOT pop the centaur in her rump<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Initiative 8</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2020-03-25 16:49:21, Jenny (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=145736)</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Attack 12</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2020-03-25 16:50:09, Jenny (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=145737)<br>Damage: At 2020-03-25 16:51:52, Jenny (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d8a3 Result: 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=145738)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mercs of Missed Fortune (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>10-04-2020, 20:42:24</strong>
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				<div align="center">†††<br><br>Most of the party is caught off guard by the wolves' speed, but Calanthe is the exception. With a thrust of her flaming polearm, she elicited a yelp from the wolf at Jen'mawg's heels, followed by a small splash of blood, reduced by the cauterizing flame of her pointed blade. <br><br>Next, the wolves attacked in near unison, the three healthier ones lashing out and biting with uncanny exactness at their prey. Jen'mawg take 8 damage, Zhendaya takes 8 damage, Calanthe takes 7 damage, and as the weakest wolf lunges, it misses Jenny completely, resulting in 0 damage.<br><br>With their bites taken, the tables turn rapidly in the party's favor. Jenny does miss the wolf attacking Jen'mawg, but it thankfully doesn't sink into Zhendaya's backside. It does come close, though. Meanwhile, Jen'mawg's orb of holy light burns the Alpha's chest, setting Zhendaya up to bring it down with a powerful yet graceful swing of her blade. A spray of blood hits the grass before the Alpha's body does.<br><br>Seeing its leader's death, the straggler wolf at Jenny's heals gives a wailing howl and looks ready to turn on its own heels and flee. The other two, however, are ready to fight on.<br><br><div align="center">⸸⸸⸸</div></div>
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