Fantasy RP (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>30-07-2012, 22:42:46</strong>
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				Isaera sighs, her feet up on the tavern table, she smiles at the red headed bar wench, waving for another flute of Wyr Elvani wine as she waits for the first hopeful for the bounty. She grunts as her drink arrives, the most expensive on the menu, she throws the three silver down with a flirty smile before glancing back at the door, chewing on Galthas leaves to keep her mind sharp.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>30-07-2012, 23:35:38</strong>
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				Vilestur Malfiend had read the bounty notice a couple of times, the reward was good, he didn't like the idea of a "worthless necklace" nobody paid that much for something worthless. The idea didn't sit right with him but he was also curious, he hoped to find out more about this mysterious trinket as the journey went on. He expected that someone appointed to the trip would go with the hired ones... Malfiend didn't expect to be trusted with something "worthless".<br><br>He looked up at the sign of the "Quiver and Sickle Inn" sure that he was at the right place he walked in and asked for the Back Room. He was pointed in the general direction and he made his way.<br><br>As he approached his eyes moved over the elf, not just because of her beauty but also to be sure of who he was dealing with. Her feet were on the table as she was alone, that probably meant that she was really at ease, and was sure of her safety. She had an armor that wouldn't restrict her movements which meant that she probably took advantage of that in battle. Finally as he refrained from further judgement until he saw her weapons she was drinking Wyr Elani wine that meant she had a comfortable monetary position. She had an aura of danger should she be crossed so he took his assumptions to be true rather than think she was portraying a persona for the bounty hunters.<br><br>He traced his beard as he moved towards her table, a nonsensical tic he had picked up from one of his mentors.<br><br>"My name is Malfiend Vilestur" since she was an elf he hoped she didn't know of his family history, even so, since she was looking for hired swords she probably wouldn't care. He bowed his head to her both as a salute and to hide his expression before taking a seat. "I want to offer you my services, will you be needing a demonstration of my talents?" He again touched his beard "You seem like a woman of action he added, I assume you'll be leading the expedition... how should I address you? As Commander perhaps?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>30-07-2012, 23:43:46</strong>
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				Isaera looked up, her brow creasing as she narrows her eyes, taking in the gentleman before him in the same way, she drew a throwing knife and started to clean her nails. "I don't care about your skill set, to be frank. If you're good, you live and get rich. If not, you die. I'm not going to run after you, I'm not going to get in any sort of shit if anyone doesn't make it. My name is Isaera... let's start with that. A title can be pretty, but many are given freely. Anyone with the coin can buy rank, and any fluke of birth can make someone Lord Such-and-such or the Duke of Who-gives-a-fuck. Besides, any worthy rank paints a target on your back so big you may as well stand in a corner for the rest of your life." She smiled dangerously, flicking the knife up in the air before slickly sheathing it, all without breaking eye contact. An easy trick, and one well suited for showing just how good she was at her job. Many would use it as a bluster, but Isaera had the skills to back it up.<br><br>"Just three things you should know, should mutiny be your aim. One, the necklace IS worthless under pretty much any circumstance you could throw at it. Two, without me, no payday. And three, should you decide to risk it, I would duel to the death for the right to command, understood?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 00:20:57</strong>
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				(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/121/e/9/the_thief_by_tfsean-d4y78vm.jpg)<br><br>Kathy looked down at her prey, a halfling male, most likely a warrior, although his armor was ripped apart, and he had several bruises, as if sharp knifes had cut straight through his outfit and flesh. The male looked up at the human rogue, tears on his face, his hands shaking. He pleaded with her one last time.<br><br>"Please... don't kill me... I didn't know..."<br><br>The rogue, kneeling next to him, put one of her dagger on the ground next to the two and grabbed him by the collar, shaking him strongly.<br><br>"Didn't know, uh? You think because I'm a girl, or because I don't wear heavy armor, you could insult me and walk away? I won't kill you, because it's going to be much more fun to watch you walk back in town like that, knowing for ever that you got beat up by me."<br><br>The halfling nodded, and as soon as he could, he got up, and ran for the gate, not even bothering to pick up his discarded sword. Kathy stood back up after picking her dagger up and stealthering both weapons on her belt. She shook her head, bursting out laughing watching the halfing almost lose his pants as he ran back to the city. She then followed suit, although in a much sneakier way, slipping in past the entrance guards and into town. She had her fun for the day, and now needed to find something to do next.<br><br>Just as she was thinking of that however, as if on cue, she suddenly spotted a notice posted on the wall of an inn, about a contract available, something that would pay well. Intrigued, she decided to go and find what this was about. She entered the inn, and looked around at the busy room. Not seeing anyone in particular, she headed to the bartender. Standing there, her face was barely visible under her hood, which contrasted heavily with her almost bare arms and chest, showing the slender but strong, well defined body of a pale human female.<br><br>"Hey there, I was told to ask for the Back Room"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 00:34:24</strong>
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				Malfiend did his best to not react to the knife while still paying attention to her movements and not breaking eye contact.<br><br>"Isaera it is then, it rolls easier than commander." He ordered wine for himself, a different kind with a slightly different taste and also somewhat cheaper. "I met a couple of Duke of who-gives-a-fuck in my days they were never suited to either lead, command or be listened to actually."<br><br>He tugged on his beard slightly and counted with his fingers "So, let's review. First, the necklace is <em>almost worthless</em>, that fits better than worthless, I don't want to risk my life for something worthless. Second, you won't run after me but it's in my best interest for you to remain alive. And third, if someone is unwise enough to challenge you to a duel I should root for you."<br><br>His drink showed up and he tasted it "There are two of my skills I wish you to be aware of, you may choose to forget about them but I would prefer to make use of them." He touched his glass and focused on it briefly, then took a bigger drink and struck the glass with his cane sharply "it's far more resistant now, if I did it to your armor it wouldn't become stiff, just more resilient." He took another drink after that.<br><br>"I need your help for the other one" he put his palm on the table "could you cut my hand with your knife?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 00:39:12</strong>
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				Isaera blinked, raising her eyebrow. "I'm not going to get up close thanks... had a friend get into a fix with a blood mage, so... I'll just cut you from here." She flicks the knife out, throwing it with skill enough to make a neat cut in his hand. Fortunately she is close enough to make the shot, about a foot further away and the results could have been somewhat disastrous. The back room door is still open, anyone else can still come in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 00:48:15</strong>
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				Malfiend flinched slightly at the pain, it wasn't a bad cut. She had done as he had asked of her.<br><br>"I'm not one of those, but I'm glad to know that you are cautious and also see one of your tricks. With some luck I won't need to do this for you." <br><br>He placed his other hand over the cut and a yellow light shined healing the cut. He wasn't doing this to make a carnival act of himself, he knew that many fakes bluffed their way into contracts way over their heads claiming to have impossible skills and then got butchered. He wanted her to know some of what he could do, and build some kind of trust.<br><br>After healing himself he offered her the handle of the knife "You take good care of your tools, this is very sharp."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 00:54:24</strong>
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				<strong>Amelia Allbright</strong><br><br>Amelia the Alchemist closed up her wagon and left it parked behind the Inn with her horses, where it would be relatively safe. The big contraption was both her store front and her living space. One of the sides sported a hand painted sign, the words 'Amelia's Alchemical Assortment' painted in flowing script up top, a variety of cheery-looking potion bottles arranged merrily below. Frankly, the design sickened her, but it drew in customers and nobody wanted to see a vivid depiction of dried sungrass and pickled toad eyes. She had picked up the bounty notice the day before one town over. The price of the bounty instantly drew her attention. Alchemy was an expensive career and the more precious reagents were highly priced. The 'worthless necklace' bit made the entire deal sound like a trap, but with a reward this high she was hardly one to resist. <br><br>As she entered the tavern her gaze drifted around the room. The usual assortment of drunks, idiots, and rabblerousers. The back room door was open. Perhaps there? Amelia turned aside a waitress and strode across the tavern, her heavy potion belts clinking as she moved, her boot heels clicking across the floor. When she entered the back room she spotted one unknown man and a woman she was very (and intimately) familiar with. A grin crossed Amelia's lips and she spoke in that quiet purr of hers, "Isaera. I should have known. Only you would lead a quest for a worthless item and throw away such a high reward on it. Your quests are the absolute worst. You'd be dead ten times over if it wasn't for me." The alchemist grinned, her tone was light and teasing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 01:01:06</strong>
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				Kathy watched as the bartender pointed towards an open door, just as noise came from within the room. It sounded like a knife impacting flesh. The rogue raises an eyebrow and carefully walked towards the opening, peaking inside, before entering the room just after another woman, in time to hear her talk. Apparently, the one offering the contract was named Isaera. And, this latest newcomer didn't think much of her quests. This would prove interesting.<br><br>The rogue quietly walked in, then went to one of the side walls and leaned her back, crossing her arms on her chest, not saying a word. She watched the 3 others in silence, scrutinizing them from under her hood, gauging their skills and abilities. She would need more information before she agreed to anything, but Kathy guessed that it would be the same with all the others as well, so for now she was content to let them speak.<br><br>From where she stood, the female rogue didn't look like much at first glance. She was rather petite and thin, but a good observant would notice the two sharp daggers at her side, and a fairly well defined body, clearly able to use these weapons in a deadly manner...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 01:23:18</strong>
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				She smiled. "It's Sapwood Iron. Rare, and as sharp as a razor. You could slice a feather with this." She blinked as Amelia stepped in "Well bugger me sideways..." She said, colourful language for the usually dignified Wood Elves "I work us out even, the number of arrows I've used to save your sorry ass... besides, I'm hardly throwing the money away, you should see my commission." She grinned at that, her eyes twinkling as she lounged, completely at ease, twirling her throwing knife expertly. <br><br>"Besides... you were never SERIOUSLY injured on my quests... and that whole deal in Bleakwatch... sorted itself out... mostly." She laughed softly, sipping her wine. "I'den val dtharmos." <em>Such is life.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 01:29:30</strong>
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				Amelia rolled her eyes playfully, "Oh yes, that worked itself out in the sense that we can just never go back there again. Well done." She grinned as she strolled to the elf's table and pulled out a chair next beside her. The alchemist leaned inward and pressed their lips together in a brief kiss that lingered on just a moment too long to be a polite gesture. The pair certainly knew one another on more intimate circumstances. Reclining again, Amelia crosses one leg over the other and is about to ask a question when she notices the rogue standing in the doorway. "Goodness, didn't even hear her walk in. I suppose I'm glad for once that I'm dirt poor, or I'd have been robbed." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 01:37:30</strong>
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				Kathy simply stayed leaning on the wall quietly, listening in. These two girls were quite pretty in her opinion, but it was clear they were together. That may cause problems, especially if sex became part of the money equation. She didn't want the two of them to try and cheat the rest of the group from their promised rewards.<br><br>When the girl looked at her and made her comment, Kathy couldn't help but smile. Sneaking around, being undetected, that was her specialty, and she always enjoyed a compliment like that.<br><br>As for the one who was apparently controlling all this, she also had daggers, which made her the most interesting, on top of the fact that she actually knew what they were supposed to be out and finding. That one had a lot in common with her, she could sense it. Kathy decided not to turn her back on her, or she might not see the end of this little adventure.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 01:45:39</strong>
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				Malfiend studied everything as he could, this new woman was intriguing, he could hear the clinking as she moved and wondered if she was one of those people that flung volatile substances at enemies or if her style was more refined. That not-commander Isaera and the human knew each other skipped the introductions so he couldn't gather anything from that. The comment about arrows didn't go unnoticed by him, since it probably pointed to a preferred method of combat.<br><br>The other thing worth nothing was the kiss, it wasn't a friendly one, and it had effected him, although he selfishly wondered if that meant he wouldn't be able to get "close" to either of them. The remark by the bottle carrier took him out of his thoughts, and he pulled on his beard as a sort of self punishment, he allowed his mind to wander off and forgot to pay attention to things.<br><br>Now his eyes were on the newcomer, and he pulled again when his first thought was that he was very lucky to be in a group with such sexy girls. He noticed her blades and the functionality of her attire, only then he rewarded himself by taking in her womanly shape through his eyes.<br><br>He silently wondered how many people would Isaera accept, and how many she expected to die on the way. He would have asked but he didn't want to interrupt her reuniting with her... friend, with more business talk. So he just kept drinking his wine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 01:58:30</strong>
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				"Amy, Play nice." Smirked Isaera, turning to the rogue with hard to read eyes. "This is a private meeting, either state intention or kindly use the door you used before, I've no time for spies, lollygaggers or people attempting to intimidate me with silence. Spies die, lollygaggers do very little and those that attempt intimidation are doomed to disappointment." She smiled slightly, her lips still tingling from the kiss.<br><br>"Unless you are a mute, under which circumstances you may have my condolences before you leave."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 01:59:51</strong>
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				<strong>Aiden Christin</strong><br><br>The red haired adventurer walked rather casually through the streets of the town, it's paved roads seemingly forsaken due to the fact that he had finally arrived during the nighttime, where most people packed up their business for the day and saved anything unfinished for the day after. For Aiden though, he still had a few things left to do before he could find an inn room to hole up in for a good night's sleep. He wanted to put an ear to the ground and see if he could dig up any interesting information about things that were going on in town, though he honestly wasn't expecting all that much. It had been almost a year since his last major adventure, and truth be told he had fallen into a bit of a lull of tedium when it came to traveling that he left home with the desire of avoiding. To remedy that, he chartered a ship from his home, and set sail to a whole new continent, which was what led him to his current location.<br><br>Perhaps with new lands would come new adventures and sights to see, he figured. In all honesty, he had no idea just how correct his assumption was.<br><br>As he walked down the streets he happened to glance over towards a small post that held a flier on it, some request for talented help to find a mundane piece of jewelry. Aiden couldn't help but chuckle just a little bit as he read it, since the buyer seemed to be putting out an outrageous price for such a simple little trinket, there was obviously more to the story then the flier put forward, anybody with a pair of eyes could figure that one out. Still, Aiden could use a small cut of the reward to keep his traveling going, and he was rather curious about just how much laid just underneath the surface of this request, just how far down such a hole went. Naturally, this only increased the speed with which he made his way towards the tavern, since that was his destination in the first place anyway.<br><br>As he stepped in, he glanced towards the back room to see what was likely the meeting place of the quest from the flier, since he was able to tell from just a simple glance inside that just about everybody in there would be able to defend themselves fairly well. However, this would certainly be the oddest group that he had ever seen, since he typically worked alone or with one other person as it was. Before stepping into the room, Aiden made his way over to the bar and gave the bartender a friendly nod.<br>"Welcome to the Quiver and Sickle, what can I get you?"<br><br>Aiden sighed, looking at all the foreign drinks before he made his response.<br>"Depends, what's good in these parts?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 02:25:16</strong>
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				Kathy watched as the man looked at her, and at the other two. This one was lost in thoughts, clearly. Probably about being the only male among a female crew, if she had to guess. Unfortunately, that also meant he didn't ask any question, and the room fell silent. At least, until the one named Isaera spoke directly to her. Kathy let out a deep sigh and then brought her hands to her side.<br><br>"I'm Kathy. I saw the notice outside."<br><br>It was clear she was a girl of few words, and mostly intended to listen in, but she didn't have any problem introducing herself. There was no reason to add any more, at least for now, however.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 02:51:23</strong>
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				Isaera rolled her eyes, she loved this part. "Congratulations, I'll find you a medal. Anyone with EYES could see the notice outside... the 'blind' beggar on Copperhead Row saw the notice outside. I'm not here for vagaries. Either you saw the notice and want some gold, or you saw the notice and decided to see what the fuss is about..." She grinned slightly, her eyes flashing as she dished out her favourite kind of battle... a battle of wits.<br><br>"And you see, I have neither time nor patience to explain what the fuss is about. I'm not in the business of helping with fact-finding missions unless being paid for it." She tilted her head, flicking the knife with her hand so that it appeared to just vanish. "And since you don't seem to be paying me for information... well, I can only assume you're not giving me my cut in a fact finding mission... which would be... sad." She smiled politely, though her body tenses up a little... some people just don't appreciate wit... and try to solve the problem by force.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 02:55:45</strong>
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				"Well, since you're clearly rather uptight about people coming into your meeting looking for information, you won't mind me stepping in and expressing interest in taking part in this little trinket hunt that you're going on." Aiden, now with a mug full of ale in hand, stepped inside and took a seat at the table, letting out a small relaxed sigh as he sipped from the glass... Damn! The bartender was right about this stuff, it was quite the brew. "And as funny as it is to try and get clever, your entire statement is shut down by the very likely fact that she wants in as well. Still, only a fool accepts a task without feeling out the giver of said task first, so I can't blame her entirely."<br><br>He shrugged before taking another sip from his mug, and returning his gaze up to Isaera. "Oh, my name's Aiden, by the way... Nice to meet you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 03:07:39</strong>
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				Kathy rolled her eyes at the girl's attempt at appearing tough. She knew exactly what she was doing, and had little envy to partake. Of course, that was all unseen under her hood, and instead she simply offered a polite explanation.<br><br>"No fact finding. According to that very well positioned notice, the one everyone could see, you need people to help find a trinket of some sorts. So here I am."<br><br>Then, as the latest human male arrival spoke, she displayed a small grin, visible under her hood, showing that she appreciated the comment. While she didn't actually need the moral support, it probably saved her having from retorting once more to the elven girl, which she was grateful for.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 03:19:41</strong>
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				"What is 'likely' does not make it automatically true." She says, unfazed by the moron storming in with his ale. "And Since this meeting is MY meeting, in a private room under the laws of this..." she curled her lip to speak the next word with disdain "Kingdom... then I'm afraid I have full rights to dictate. This is a huge payday, I'm not going to be undercut by some rank amateur. And as to the point, I'm not GIVING any task... I'm just being paid to see it done. No more, no less. If, for example... I feel that the only way to see the tasks done is to ensure the information given never leaves this room, then so be it." She offers her most innocently dangerous smile "And perhaps <em>I</em> was testing <em>her</em> mettle, as is my right as the leader of this little venture?" She turns, addressing the room at large.<br><br>"I presume you're all at least smart enough to understand there's more to this than meets the eye? You can obviously read, though that doesn't necessarily mean much... Though I can assure you, I won't be forthcoming with any information not poignant to the job at hand. I don't know the whole story myself, so I assure you I'm not withholding for the laughs. Though I can say one thing with certainty... the trinket isn't quite worthless... but to any of us, worthless is what it is. If you think you can take the trinket to turn a quick profit, I assure you it would barely sell for the worth of some bread... and you'll have a group of pissed off sellswords behind you that you just took their payday from. And finally, without me, there is no payday. Just not going to happen." She glanced around, her ears twitching. "Ano'da reth ta'marr."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 03:28:58</strong>
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				Aiden simply shrugged, seemingly not all that phased by the woman who automatically took to hostilities to him simply because he didn't take her side in this little moment. Well, she was certainly somebody who was going to be agreeable to work with, that much was for sure. Still, it wasn't like he had to go out of his way to impress her right off the bat, he had met enough people and been through enough things over the course of his last 8 years of adventuring to realize that some people simply weren't worth the effort. "You can relax, I'm not even really all that interested in the money. I'm just here because it might be a gateway to something a bit more interesting then the mundane events of day to day travel."<br><br>All in all, he wasn't all that bothered by her slew of insults, she really wasn't worth his time trying to impress if she was going to be so outwardly hostile with him just because he spoke his mind and introduced himself to the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 03:31:49</strong>
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				"Classic Isaera, always more cryptic than she needs to be," muses Amelia, "and always so bossy. Even in bed." The last part is murmured quietly to herself, a brief grin curling her lips. The alchemist and the elf had obviously met before, had adventured together before, so she remained mostly silent during the back and forth conversation taking place. She knew how her friend Issy worked and that it was rather like pulling teeth in getting more details out of her than necessary. She'd long ago learned to trust the elf over the course of their adventures together. In the past things had gone quite well - not counting Bleakwatch, of course. Amelia lifted Isaera's glass of wine and lifted it to her nose, inhaling the fragrant bouquet. She smiled and took a slow sip, then replaced the glass. She had one more remark for the room, however, "I assume we'll all be told more details in due time. I know Isaera. If there was more she could tell us now, she would."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 03:37:53</strong>
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				The rogue listened to the three who spoke, and she wasn't all that convinced by any of it. The elven woman who hired them was clearly a hostile type, although it seemed natural for her, and not really directed at anybody in particular. As for the others, they were clearly in this for their own reasons, although Kathy was surprised to hear one come outright and say he didn't care about the money. That seemed more of a concern than someone who would claim the opposite. Nobody went on a dangerous mission, with very little facts, just for the thrill. At least, not in her mind. For her, the money was all that mattered, that and of course the fun of it, but the money was very important. Still, there was a promise of a big pay off, which was enough to keep her in.<br><br>Deciding that she had heard enough of the conjectures, she walked forward and brought a hand to her hood, opening it and revealing her face, looking quite young, with sharp blue eyes, and dark hair.<br><br>"Well, if we're going to go get the trinket, let's have all the information you can give, and get going."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 03:46:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Malfiend was pondering Kathy carefully, she seemed very reserved, and he hoped he wouldn't need to intervene against her to prevent Isaera from getting a knife in her, even if the elf seemed to be one able to watch herself. Such uneasiness would only dissappear once Isaera assured that she was needed to procure the payment.<br><br>When the human male came in he was studied as well, he seemed strong, had a heavy armor, seemed to favor using a sword and a shield, that wasn't as interesting as the trinkets he had. It wasn't usual for a brawler to carry that kind of tools.<br><br>After the little word exchange between everyone and the speech from their leader, made him wonder if getting into this contract would end up in a stupid tavern brawl. However the interjection of the woman with the bottles towards peacefulness made him feel slightly more comfortable. Then Kathy gave them her trust ins showing her face, she seemed anxious to start.<br><br>"Actually." he started as soon as Kathy finished speaking "I haven't been able to introduce myself to three of you, I'm Malfiend Vilestur. I hope we all survive this adventure, if you don't mind me expressing my thoughts" he caressed his beard once more before pointing at Kathy.<br><br>"You are able to be stealthy and stab people, and I think you won't tell me your other abilities if I ask."<br><br>He then turned to Isaera "You Isaera I think you are quite proficient with a bow, and I know first "hand" you know your way around a knife." <br><br>He moved on to the other woman "You, I would like to hear your name" he heard how Isaera called her, but he wouldn't take the liberty of calling her for a pet name so soon "and if those ingredients you carry around are just for destructive purposes, or you have a more... varied repertoire." <br><br>He paused briefly in case anyone had an answer and pointed at Aiden "Finally you, everyone can see that you are a warrior but those toys of yours are very interesting... would you consider lending me the bracer for a brief examination, I promise I won't damage it."<br><br>"Again, I hope you don't mind me expressing my thoughts, it's just that an adventure with such a reward is meant to be dangerous, and the best way to overcome danger is to work as a team."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 04:00:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelia bowed her head briefly as she introduced herself to the rest of the group, "Amelia Allbright. You have, perhaps, heard of my oaf of a father, Albert Allbright. Or perhaps you've seen my wagon around. I travel around, selling my more... mundane concoctions. I am an alchemist by trade and I think you'll find my potions can suit a wide variety of purposes." Amelia reclined in her seat again, draping an arm casually across the back of it. Unlike Malfiend, she wasn't about to demonstrate. Potions were expensive and time-consuming to make, you see. She couldn't go tossing them around merely for the sake of her own ego. Even if fame was one of her primary motivators. There was still profit to be concerned with, after all. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Smaug</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 06:27:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Since Danny looked, smelled, dressed, talked like a foreigner he would have to be careful not to blow his cover, but the art of deceiving was known and played by others, he just 'skilled' in it. As he took a step inside the tavern and looked about he smiled, his acid green eyes glowing. He had become an old man and was soon to die, but he kept his good looks, or tried at least. When he shivered from the cold night he looked for the back room the torn sign in his pocket told of. He soon found already a small group of people, some quit beautiful, others..a bit creepy. But none the less he was as polite as any courteous stranger could be.<br><br>The man with silken black strands bowed to the people and stood straight once more, a smile still on his face. It was faint, but still there. "Excuse me, but is there still an opening for killing, money, and fun here?" As he looked around once more waiting for an answer he looked at his own nails, a bit long, sharp and thick. For a man he was well pampered, almost like a king or prince, though that was just the life style he chose to lead. When his eyes spotted a beautiful(er) creature he dare not take steps further till he knew he was able to join. After all, if it wasn't this it was a more violent road to take.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 18:42:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaera smiled slightly "I'm still Isaera... can I assume this is everyone and begin?" Without even waiting for an answer she reaches into her pack to remove a necklace, on a leather thong that looked like a heart of thorns with a small red stone inside. "This is what we're looking for... not THIS exactly, this is... just a model. Pass it around, that inside is just a painted pebble. There are four places it <em>could</em> be, and naturally they are where we're headed. Simple really. We collect the trinket, bring it back and bathe in gold. Is'aer d'thor asa'e." <em>Bathe in rubies.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 18:47:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Malfiend took it studying it, he had never seen anything like the trinket and it bothered him slightly, he didn't like not knowing stuff. He felt the weight wondering if whoever made the model bothered to make it with that much detail, or if they had enough information. Then felt the parts that weren't the pebble, that part would be different.<br><br>When he was done he held it up, offering it again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 19:10:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelia took the pendant and eyed it curiously a moment before passing it along as she spoke, "Must be something special about the real thing if they're paying so well for it. Magic, perhaps? Or mere sentimentality? I suppose it doesn't matter either way, so long as we get paid." The alchemist eye her eleven friend and asked, "Any clue on who might have it now? That may help narrow things down. Anyone who knows its true value would probably take it as far from large settlements as possible. Someplace defensible, like a cave, fortress, or other such hideout. Are any of the four places like that?" <br><br>Amelia quietly rubbed Isaera's thigh under the table, teasing the beautiful elf a little. After all, that was half the fun of being with her. They did enjoy teasing and competing against one another in many different ways. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 19:46:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaera smiled again, her wickedest smile. "This necklace is one of six. There is also the Vineheart Amulet, the Ironsoul Amulet, the Heart of Stone, the Serpenttongue Pendant and the Soul of the Wilds. Made to unite the leaders of the Wood Elves, Orcs, Dwarves, Gnomes and Goblins respectively, millennia before the Kingdoms were even thought of, and when humans were still bashing rocks with other rocks. Obviously since then relationships fell and the necklaces were lost... mostly. The Vineheart still resides with the leader of my people, likewise with Dwarves. We seek the Blackheart, the Shadow Elven one, lost two thousand years ago in the battle of Ti'atha... for reference, that's where the Wyr Elvani empire was born, fighting for lands and so on... anyway... the trinket could be in the ruins of Etan'i... which we will search last, the catacombs go on forever... could take longest, and is furthest away in the forest of Tan'lan. Then there's Lai'ren in the old tongue, in Common... 'Desolate mine'. A place the dead reportedly walk and so on... A large, underground mine and an abandoned Dwarven citadel, also large. A little closer is the Plains of Arrakh and the human city of Darett. A city built over the sunken ruins of the Bal'radeth temple... smaller and easier to get to... though the city itself belongs to the Disciples of Zhaan. And the closest... the abandoned fortress of Gallows Watch, a notorious raider and bandit hideout." She paused to let the words sink in, smiling slightly.<br><br>"And that's all you need really. I doubt you'll find information on the Uni'la Amulets in human texts... and even now, the knowledge is often hard to find in other cultures... we generally have no idea what they do."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 20:50:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kathy listened to the explanation quietly, without saying a word. Truthfully, she had very little interest in a history lesson. She didn't know the past history of the various species living in this land, and was mostly concerned about the object itself, and finding it as fast as possible. So she focused on hints that may help them find it.<br><br>"So, I assume we'll be starting with the most likely location? The place closest to where that battle happened?"<br><br>One other thing that puzzled her, but that she didn't voice quite yet, was how this elf knew that there was only 4 possible locations. Clearly, there were things she wasn't telling them...<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 21:07:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelia tapped her chin in thought a moment before speaking again, "While I don't know much of black magic, a lost Shadow Elf artifact and a mine where the dead rise seem to fit together. Though a group of bandits may getting their grubby hands on a piece of treasure they don't know the true nature of isn't unheard of and I believe we can breach those walls quite easily. Bandits aren't usually known for their tactical brilliance; once inside we could take the fortress easily." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 21:23:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaera sighed, humans often failed to understand how logical Elves were, taking many variables into account. "The four places I mentioned are of equal likelihood. Remember, few records remain, and therefore no concrete evidence on where it was lost. It is ASSUMED it was at the battle, since that was the last time it was recorded to have definately been with the Syr Elvani themselves. So yes, a ten percent likelihood of that. Lai'ren was a commonly known place of deep secrets and dark arts, <em>if</em> it had survived the battle, chances are it would have been taken deep into the abandoned citadel, in a place called the Ti'thien Agar, or the Immortal Room. When Desolate Mine was attacked my people never found that room... therefore a ten percent chance it was there. Had they been able to move it from there during our attack, chances are it would have been entrusted to the Priestesses at Bal'radeth Temple, the last bastion of true Syr Elvani culture. Ten percent. The fort at Gallows Watch may be human, but is in fact a re-purposed Syr Elvani Isa'dana... or Star Tower. Truly, had the pendant survived the whole journey, that would be the last place. The Shadow Elves there... the last remnants of the Syr Elvani... died of eventual starvation after locking themselves inside. Ten percent and a decreasing variable percentage of movement." She sighed to allow the new information to sink in before continuing. "Also to be considered are twenty three other places." She grinned "But the highest chance is those four. We'll be following in reverse, Gallows Watch to the ruins... partly because they are in that order walking from here... and why walk all the way to one just to double back? ... and partly because while the percentage remains the same, that does not allow for diminishing variables. Understood?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 22:20:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelia shook her head a little. Isaera's act could be exhausting at times and she didn't have the will to watch the elf play 'cryptic messenger' with the rest of the party. Rising, she offered, "When you're through, I'll be tending to my wagon. We can use it, unless everyone would prefer to walk." The alchemist slipped from the back room and headed for the door. She figured she'd not get a word in edgewise, so she might as well prepare for the journey.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 22:28:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing Amelia offer her wagon Malfiend had to ask, he was curious about what she might have for her concoctions both ingredient wise and in equipment.<br><br>"Do we all fit in there? or will we need some horses as well?"<br><br>After that he added "Do you need any help in getting it ready? I think Isaera knows the best way to go, we just have to know how to keep ourselves alive"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 22:31:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaera doesn't even wait for a reply, stalking from the room and into the tavern, speaking in hushed tones to a barmaid before nodding and making her way outside. After which she would slip into a side alley in the shadows.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 00:55:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"She's such a headache sometimes, I swear." commented Amelia as she watched Isaera stroll away without speaking to anyone. The alchemist rolls her shoulders in a slight shrug and then turns to address the group, responding to the Malfiend's question, "The wagon is big enough to hold my bed, supplies, and alchemy lab. A few people can ride inside comfortably. Though for those that choose to do so I highly advice you not to eat or drink anything you find. In fact, I'd advise against touching anything on my desk unless you're immune to poisons like myself." Amelia grins a touch, then continues, "Everyone else can ride up top with the luggage. I assume everyone has bedrolls, so if we stop to make camp I'm afraid you'll have to sleep outside."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 01:01:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaera would be back in the tavern a few moments later, sat at the bar and gently flirting with the barmaid, her whole demeanor more relaxed all of a sudden. She looks at the backroom door, weighing out people slowly in her mind... making plans... contingencies... counter contingencies... she winces, a small headache flaring up, a common thing among her kind. She brushes her hair back and turns to her drink, sipping it absently as she starts to find her centre, achieving peace within herself... though not tonight. The excitement was getting to her. As much as payday thrilled her... nothing beat the thrill of the chase... the heat of battle... the heat of the bedroom... she smirked just thinking of it. While she often told people she was in her job for the coin... she lied... it was the lure of adventure... the fear of death... the adrenaline coursing through her veins.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 02:59:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aiden smiled, simply keeping quiet and letting the elven woman talk about the adventure that the group would be going on. In fact, the only time he really addressed the group was when the only other guy in the group asked to see one of his artifacts that he kept on his person, a request that he refused out of a desire to keep one of his best tricks out of the hands of a complete stranger, and to inspect the replica of the trinket that they were searching for silently before simply handing it off to the next person without saying a word. By the time Isaera came back from her adventures with the barmaid, Aiden was about 3/4ths of the way through his drink since he had been pacing himself relatively well. As much as he liked the taste of a cool drink at the end of a long day of travel, he didn't much enjoy the fact that it messed with a person's head if they consumed too much too fast. The supposed leader of the group already assumed him to be some sort of drunken fool from their first encounter, and while he didn't feel the need to go out of his way to impress her, he didn't exactly feel the desire to make their already rocky relationship any worse.<br><br>When she returned, seeming far more relaxed then before, he spoke in a casual tone. "So anyway, if this little thing was being carted around all over the place during battles some long time ago, it must have held some significance at some point, even if it's only good for historical value these days... what's it's story?"<br><br>He paused before allowing his tone to grow more faithful. "And before you jump down my throat about it, I'm not planning some sort of outrageous mutiny, I'm just curious."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 03:11:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaera sighed softly, looking up. "That's the thing about them... I have no idea. Someone, somewhere knows... and they're willing to pay dearly for it... The amulets are largely just historical trinkets of a happier time... before the alliances were corrupted... whatever properties they possess are lost... those who were alive long ago are long dead... the lore lost as our people tore each other apart... as I say, only two races still even have theirs... and all they do with them is keep them safe... desperately clinging to ages long past. So far as I know, the amulet is a bargaining chip of some kind... the Shadow Elves would give almost anything to get that sort of artifact back. Or... perhaps someone unearthed some information. Either way, it's a chance for me to murder some Shadow Elves and get some pocket change." she shrugged and drained her wine, closing her eyes for just a moment. "It's not an unwillingness to deliver information, I have explained what I can... the lore is long gone... after the wars we have waged, it's hard to keep it all... especially the important things... They're usually the first things you lose..." She looks down... something seems to point to the fact that she's not talking about lore and trinkets anymore. <br><br>"Anyway... as to the individual story of the Blackheart... only a Shadow Elf could tell it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 03:18:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aiden listened rather intently to her words, as she seemed to get more and more invested in the words she was saying, particularly the most ominous ones near the end of her little rambling session. Still, she didn't seem like one to just spill out her heart to a group of strangers, maybe just the alchemist in a private setting, but Aiden wasn't about to try and force that out of her. Instead, he simply smiled and tried to bring the atmosphere back up, speaking in a light voice after the room was filled with nothing but silence for those several awkward and tense seconds. "Fair enough." He smiled, finishing off his ale before he continued. "Uncovering secrets like these, discovering lost truths and ancient mysteries, that's the stuff that gets me to wake up and hit the roads in the morning. Needless to say I'm looking forward to this, prize money or not."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 03:30:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With little to do in the tavern and Isaera seemingly unwanting to catch up or, really, communicate with her at all, Amelia found herself headed back outside. She rounded the Inn and moved to where her horse and wagon were waiting. The big boxy wagon was made of sturdy wood painted a bright red (better to grab the eye of customers) and adorned with her name and pictures of potions and reagents. It was much cheerier than the alchemist herself. One side had all the painting and the other had two small windows that could be opened up to let fresh air in. The roof of the wagon had rails around it for keeping luggage (or possible passengers) secure. At the very back stood a small door which led inside. The top and bottom halves of the door opened separately, allowing Amelia to simply open up the top and use the entry as a makeshift shop entrance.&nbsp; Amelia opened it and stepped into her home on wheels. It was cozy - for varying definitions of the word. Oddly enough, it seemed slightly bigger on the inside than out. The colors inside were much darker, royal purples and deep blues. Her alchemy equipment, work table, and boxes of potions for sale were all stashed up front. In back was a single bed set with rich purple blankets and a pillow. Off to one side of the bed, a small dresser with spare clothes and more supplies. Once inside, Amelia set to work on some potions for the journey, trying to think of what would be needed on the adventure ahead. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 03:34:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaera watches Amelia leave, standing up wordlessly to follow... as is her way. It may seem rude, but she simply translated thought to action faster than strictly needed. She pauses outside the wagon, smirking at the garish colour... often bringing up to the alchemist that she should camouflage it. She sighs, before raising her hand to the side to do her signature knock. Three short raps, a pause and then a final knock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 03:42:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelia called from within, "If you're going to complain about the paintjob again Isaera, don't bother. I don't like it anymore than you do." She let that sit for a moment and the elf stand in silence for a few seconds before leaning over and pushing the door open. "Shouldn't you be bedding that barmaid by now?" The alchemist smirked, then turned back to her work. She was leaning over a mortar and pestle, grinding something up into a very fine powder. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 03:46:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaera waited patiently, smiling as she opened the door. "I'm almost four hundred now... it's time I started to slow things down... that's why I took this job... take my commission and retire to some tropical island." She smiles and gets into the wagon. "I don't know... Maybe I just wasn't feeling it... maybe I just can't mix business with pleasure anymore." She smiles a little bit and sits down somewhere. "Anyway, enough of the maudlin life of Izzy... how have you been doing? I missed you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 03:53:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelia snorts and laughs, "You? You'll slow down when you're dead. You talk like this now, but wait until the action starts. I know you better than you think." She smiled over at the elf, "I'm much more observant than you give me credit for, Miss Cryptic Elf." The alchemist returned to her work, sliding over a bottle full of some thick brown liquid. She carefully tapped out a bit of the powder into it and the concoction fizzed a moment before settling. Raising the bottle, she squinted at it, obviously seeing something only a trained professional of her caliber could see. Setting it down again, she replied, "I'm fine. I've got a fairly regular route now and business is picking up. I'm starting to get recognized. Hopefully if we don't all get crushed under falling rocks on this quest I can use the reward money to purchase my own shop." Amelia raised a bottle of clear liquid and poured a few drops into the brown bottle. Again, it fizzed, then settled. The liquid inside turned a dark shade of red. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 03:57:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaera smiles. "Not that I'll ever see it on my tropical island... of course life is a pipe dream... who knows what will happen to me in the coming months? I could be murdered... maimed... or worse... offered a real job." She laughs again. "You're so young, Amy... three hundred and seventy years... I'm older even than that... and goddess do I feel it..." She sighs and looks down. "Fortunately I still have the body of a two hundred year old" She laughs again, striking a pose. "If you have the time, I could do with that venom you made for me last time... saved my ass more times than I'd care to admit. Also... any plans on a love potion? There's someone very very gorgeous I'd like to entice and seduce." She smirks slightly, her eyes unreadable.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 03:59:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Distracted by the events of the trinkets history, Malfiend hadn't thought much in a while. He took a good look at the last warrior, he wanted to be fair and no tipify him on his subtle orcish ancestry, but the first thing he did was ask for violence and fun. After those initial thoughts he took a look around the room.<br><br>He had, "I don't care about money but about excitement" he could be dangerous, if excitement was all he cared about he could prove to be very unwise, still there was some hope he was smart enough to not lend his toys even if Malfiend meant no harm, "killing is fun, and I like money" unless he carried an enemy to them, he was only a danger to himself, and last but not least "I want money and dislike authority" the last one was more reliable, as long as she didn't try to betray anyone, he could somewhat trust her.<br><br>Then he looked at himself, within him, only locked by his self control was his death magic, he would be unfair to judge badly any of them, he was dangerous himself too, the thrill of death magic is too big, and the consquences often to disheartening, the last part of the elf's speech had rung ominous to him, like something that could happen if he lost control.<br><br>"I'll be picking up some supplies for the trip, would any of you come with me?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 04:05:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aiden sighed when his attempts to pick up the elf's mood was responded to with her picking herself up and leaving the room, likely going to the caravan with the only other person here who seemed to know who she was. He shrugged, not thinking too hard on the matter as he simply relaxed for a little while. Very much unlike Malfiend, he had no intention of trying to judge and understand each and every person in this room from a simple night and a glance. People were complicated, and trying to get a grip on them off of such a base and small meeting would only end in failure. He lifted his empty glass and began to return it to the bartender before he returned, just in time to hear Malfiend say that he was going to go pick up some supplies, before asking if any others wanted to accompany him.<br>"I think I'll pass. I've got most of what I need already, and I plan on just relaxing here for the rest of the night.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 04:07:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelia shook her head, "Always looking on the darker side. You know, Izzy, sometimes you do have to get your hopes up. Just because they might be dashed is no reason not to expect good things. After all, if you never reach for the highest stars you'll be grounded for life." She capped the red potion and set it into her belt, then reached up into her shelf. All along it were potions, all of them different colors and all of them without labels. Picking one at random would be extremely dangerous. Amelia selected a light blue one and tossed it with disturbing casualness to the elf. "Here's your venom. As for your love potion, you'll remember I'm immune to my own creations. One of the 'benefits' of the job. If it's for that barmaid, I should hardly think you'll need a potion."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 07:44:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kathy had stayed quiet, as was her way, instead watching as the others discussed the upcoming adventure, and listening, trying to pick up anything of value.<br><br>When the elf left, following her friend, or probably her lover, she silently came out of the room to where the two men were talking and went to the bar, leaning her back on it, bringing her hood back up so that once again only her mouth and the lower part of her nose was visible. She crossed her arms on her fairly exposed chest and look at the two in turn.<br><br>"So. You two trust her? She's obviously hiding things from us. Is the money and thrill really enough?"<br><br>In fact, she was also asking herself that question, hinting at yes, but not completely sure whether it was her greed speaking, or her conscious mind.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 12:29:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaera smiles slightly. "I was trying to be cute, Amy... but I suppose I'll have to rely on my... natural charms, hmm?" She rests back, pushing her chest out a bit with a grin.<br><br>"Not that it's hard for me to find a night companion... but you certainly are my favourite one." She smiles again, tilting her head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 13:19:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I pride myself on making an impression." Amelia smiled and turned to the elf as she finished her work. Stepping in, she slid her fingers through Isaera's blonde hair and leaned in to kiss her softly on the lips, letting the embrace linger a moment before breaking away.<br><br>"As nice as it would be to take you to bed, it would be more prudent to leave on our quest. The more we dawdle the more difficult things will become."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 13:32:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We have business here for now... we won't be leaving yet. We have a couple of days." She smiles, enjoying the kiss "We have tonight at least." she reaches for Amelia's hand, smiling. "Come on, Amy... if I didn't know better I'd say you were married." she laughs softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 13:47:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelia turned back to her desk, "No, I'm just focused on work. You forget that I'm not going to live three hundred years. I'm not going to live and die in my fathers shadow and I'd at least like my own shop before I'm an old lady." the alchemist sighed and unfastened her potion belts then carefully laid them out on her desk. "Should I bother asking why the delay or is that to be a mystery as well? I don't think we need such preparations to take a simple bandit-held fortress. I'm certain even just the two of us could take it. We've certainly killed our share of brigands in the past." Amelia moved to the back of the wagon, settling upon her bed and crossing one leg over the other.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 14:35:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Bandits... can mean many things." She sighs softly, brushing her hair around a bit. "While technically true... they are not the... usual brand of morons and opportunists." she looks down a little. "They make those guys in Featherspire look like rank amateurs... I did some recon, and we need some... specific tools to get inside, let alone fight our way down."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 14:59:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelia motioned to the red potion she just mixed up. "That should easily eat through the walls. My plan was to being my wagon around front and play at distracting them with a show for as long as I can while the rest of you dissolve a hole in the outer wall and slip inside. With any luck you can get the drop on the guards at the gate and open it from within." She ran her fingers through her hair a moment and smiled dryly. "After that, we can take it in a number of ways. We might even be able to convince the local militia and town guard to come with us. They storm and overtake the fort for us; a coup for their reputation and, for us, the treasure."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 15:05:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaera smiles. "Not that I don't trust you... but Syr Elvani architecture is built to be unbreakable. Blood sacrifices over the mortar... ancient enchantments on the obsidian itself... trust me when I say that we need these tools. However re-appropriated by humans, the stone survives... thousands of years old and looking as new as the day it was finished... it won't take long Amy... consider it a day of rest before the real work begins."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 15:20:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelia rolled her eyes, "Have it your way, Isaera. You usually do." Laying back on her bed, Amelia folded her arms behind her head. She should've figured the elf was holding back yet more details. Though she was confident she could still break those walls, she knew that arguing with Isaera was fruitless. "Just be a dear and tell me in advance what my place in your scheme is so I can adequately prepare. I won't burden you with my own ideas again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 15:23:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaera smiles. "I know how you like challenges... and I have a good one for you. I need an explosive chain reaction for the temple. While the temple should survive initially... I want to collapse the city on it. Everybody wins. I need about... three hundred cubic yards of explosive power able to be set off from a safe distance somehow."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 15:40:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelia raises both brows. "I know you dislike the paint on my wagon, but I'm not about to change careers over it. If you'll recall, I am an alchemist, not a siege engineer. I cannot make explosives at all, much less anything that powerful to be used from afar and even if I could do such a thing it would take me a month to create enough to do something like that. I can destroy walls by turning them to water or mud, for example, but again, I would've needed advance notice. That's also assuming you plan on getting me the materials and footing the bill for it." The alchemist smiled sweetly. "Perhaps next time I'm telling you about my skills you should listen to me instead of watching my ass."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 15:43:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaera blinks and looks up from a pointed stare at Amelia's cleavage "Sorry, didn't catch that. I can foot any bills you need, I just need to find a way to collapse the city." She grins. "And don't worry, we have time, dearest... all the time in the world." She grins "Of course... as old as I am, time has less meaning I suppose."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 16:25:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelia sighs, "If you insist, but it'll take some time. I certainly hope every step of this quest won't be so time consuming or I'll be an old main by the time I get my reward. I'll write up a list of items I need tomorrow, then. It will take at least a month to prepare that much solution. I'll have to charge for the work as well." <br><br>That settled for the moment, she grabs the elf's hand and tugs the blonde into bed with her. A small grin crosses her lips. "You always get your way, don't you?" remarks the alchemist, sliding her left hand into her lovers hair and kissing her deeply, tongue gently brushing the other woman's soft lips, free hand dipping down to caress her thigh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 16:37:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaera smiles, muttering into the kiss as far as she's able "Of course I get my way. I'm a mean, needy Wyr Elvani bitch." She keeps kissing, moving one slim, agile hand up to caress Amelia's side, going to remove her top, moving the kissing to the human's neck, kissing, suckling and gently nibbling as her deft fingers work the girl's clothes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 17:14:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelia purrs, "You ARE a bitch, I agree, but you're good in bet so I can let it slide."<br><br>Her top falls away, exposing the lush rise of her chest to the elf's exploring hands. She works off Isaera's top as well, tossing the clothing into the growing pile on the floor. Leaning her head back, she exposed more of her neck to the blondes lips, a pleased sigh leaving her own. Her hands explored her lovers body, gliding slowly down her sides before sweeping around to let her fingertips trace up Isaera's spine. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 17:17:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaera shudders, arching her beautiful back gracefully as her hands move downwards, teasingly caressing the soft mounds of the human's flesh, cruelly dodging the nipples as they trace their way down to whatever she wears over her legs, attempting to straddle the human's hips once said item is lowered sufficiently.<br><br>"That and I'm YOUR bitch." She giggles, hands caressing the soft flesh of the alchemist before her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 18:56:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelia bites her lower lip. Damned tease. She raises her hips so the elf can strip off her loose fitting pants and leave her mostly nude. She stretches out, delighting in the feel of her silken covers upon her bare skin. The alchemist fills her hands with Isaera's tight backside, pulling the elf in closer so she can sit up and kiss the hollow of her throat. "Mmn, that's right you are." Gliding around, Amelia brings her hands to her lover's front, working open her belt and pants.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 19:04:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaera grins as she is pulled, relishing the moment as the human fiddles with the overtly complex belt buckles she had a strange fondness for. She giggles, offering a hand if needed.<br><br>"besides... I find a little bitchiness is a good thing... wouldn't want everyone to be all sweet..." She grins, caressing the girl with the barest tips of her fingers, a soft, shiver inducing caress. "I'm your bitch, and you're my brilliant chemical genius."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 19:50:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelia didn't need help; shed undone these buckles a few times before. "Mm, flattery won't get you anywhere with me, even if it is all true." The alchemist grinned and pushed the rest of Isaera's clothes onto the floor, adding to the pile. Her hands toured the elf's body, caressing every soft rise and lovely curve. Amelia laid back, tugging the blonde atop her, hand then lifting to glide through her hair. She smiles, presses her lips to Isaera's own. The kiss lingers, Amelia's eyes sliding slowly shut.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 20:00:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaera kisses back, her full lips soft and sweet. She shifts herself so that her left thigh presses into Amelia's crotch, gently moving it as she kisses her softly, her hands sliding to the girl's hips to hold them gently, softly pulling away, her silky hair brushing Amelia's face as she looks down with smouldering eyes. <br><br>"By the Goddess you are beautiful..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 21:59:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelia smiled and caresses Isaera's cheek, cradling it in her hand. She draped one smooth, bare leg around the elf's body, her hands sliding inward. One hand brushed lightly over her lovers stomach, the other, bolder, cupped one of her breasts. Amelia squeezed gently and stroked her thumb across the elf's stiffening nipple. "As are you, my dear..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 22:41:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaera gasps softly, her face going to her flirty, smouldering look as she gently rubs her leg against Amelia's crotch. "Not bad for a four hundred year old, hmm?" she laughs, still rubbing her thigh against the human. "So... you know the rule. How many have you been with since last time?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Smaug</strong> on <strong>02-08-2012, 05:22:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny smiled and looked at the blood mage. "May I go with you then? I see no other takers." Before he had spoken up he just decided to listen and go to the outside of the room. Everyone seemed to be in there own little world before they all left. And he only smiled lightly. He didn't mind the company of others, much less if anyone was lonely. "I mean if you don't mind a man like me going with you." His attitude was still carefree at the moment, definitely far from his 'reality'. If I might ask, your name?"<br><br>It had seemed while he was back at the room no one really paid attention, so he would try individually asking questions. "I trust her, why wouldn't I?" He said to the person who was also left unanswered as he.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>02-08-2012, 06:18:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Malfiend looked at Kathy "I trust her as much as I can, I don't think she hasn't done anything to inspire distrust. I promise to keep my eyes open though"<br><br>Then he turned to Danny "I'm Malfiend, and I would apreciate your company. I just want to be sure I have comfortable sleeping arrangements, and enough provisions to last a while. It might be a long journey ahead of us."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Smaug</strong> on <strong>02-08-2012, 06:43:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hello, and yes, I'm sure that it will be a long journey, just look at the things we have to retrieve!" He the held out his hand, egar to extend their friendship, or acquaintance. His pale strong hands and sharp nails did look strange but shouldn't differences be set aside?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>02-08-2012, 09:38:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kathy nodded at the two men. While they did talk more than her, they didn't say much more. They too obviously had concerns about the elven woman, but for now didn't voice any specific ones. Either they were also on the edge as to whether she was trustworthy or not, or perhaps they just didn't trust Kathy.<br><br>"Right. Let's get supplies and be on our ways."<br><br>The rogue had good reasons to want to depart as soon as possible. She didn't like to spend a lot of time in town. She had done many things in the past that certain individuals might want to ask her questions about, and she didn't want to give them any chance to catch her in the city.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>02-08-2012, 14:44:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Malfiend shook Danny's hand not thinking about how his hand looked, secretly wondering if he had issues fitting in and that is why he was so eager to demonstrate he was friendly. Kathy would also join them in the supply gathering.<br><br>"Is it crazy of me to assume you could get us certain things with a significant discount?" Malfied nearly whispered at her, as they made their way out of the tavern.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Smaug</strong> on <strong>02-08-2012, 18:44:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When they left he was just silent, waiting till he was talked to. If not there was always the approach to butt in, but that would be rude wouldn't it? None the less he remained silent and in the back 'of the pack'. People were strange and how they did things were even stranger, he was never used to those things yet, sure some of them obviously applied to him; meaning they way they just chatted out of no where, to be so friendly so quickly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>02-08-2012, 20:45:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Malfiend looked at the newcomer, he seemed friendly but kept silent, unlike Kathy whose silence was about not revealing anything about herself his seemed more of a way of trying to fit in.<br><br>"Danny" he started to ask "are your trying to hide your orcish ancestry? or do you just like costumes?" He kept an eye on the way to make sure they wouldn't get lost, figuring these two were as new in town as he was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Smaug</strong> on <strong>02-08-2012, 20:55:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I like costumes, but I am a foreigner, so that's also the reason I'm dressed like this. I don't mind hiding my ancestry, just it's uncomfortable... How'd you guess?" He rolled his eyes jokingly, like it wasn't noticeable if you knew an orc well. He only smiled and then cocked his head a bit. "Why did you become a blood mage?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>02-08-2012, 21:47:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I make it a point to pay attention" Malfiend replied simply, not unfriendly, but just not giving into any of the jokes.<br><br>"A blood mage?" he was caught by surprise by that one, those were the people that cut themselves for the magic powers, most of the magic schools considered them to be sadomasochist when they weren't around to hear. Malfiend had to admit to have studied their ways as he had done with every means of magic available, but he had declined that path. Maybe he had somehow picked his antics with Isaera and the knife, still he figured it was better to ask.<br><br>"I'm not a blood mage, what would make you think that?" he asked a little amused.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>02-08-2012, 21:52:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kathy looked at the man when he talked to her about getting some supplies. She simply nodded at him. Getting things for free was indeed her specialty and something she was good at, so depending what he had in mind, she could likely get the item very quickly and before anyone else noticed.<br><br>When he started talking with the other, she simply stayed quiet as well, walking next to him and waiting to be told what they needed. Truthfully, she didn't know what type of things the others would need to bring for this mission. Kathy rarely needed much of anything. She slept under the stars, ate whatever she stole, or in any local tavern using gold coins from past loot, and lived for the adventure.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Smaug</strong> on <strong>02-08-2012, 22:10:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just the fact that you wanted to be cut open is all." Danny then looked up, the long hair falling back. "What are you then?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>02-08-2012, 22:23:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am a mage, just not a blood one, I dabble in most types of magic" he bit his tongue before continuing "Just not death... never death"<br><br>He wondered how that sounded, but decided it was better to keep talking rather than let them assume with the silence "What you heard was me trying to show my healing skills, I needed an injury for that."<br><br>Once they reached the market, he told them both specially Kathy "For myself I'm getting a tent, my bedroll is good, but I'm afraid that the weather might not always be agreeable. I also want some provisions if food came to be scarce, I'm sure more than one of our team can hunt, but I like to be on the safe side, and finally I'm getting some thick flexible gloves, I want to study the alchemical things our companion has... and she mentioned poisons."<br><br>He caressed his beard "I know you might not care personally for some of those things, but I would appreciate your help. Is there anything I should be on the lookout for you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>02-08-2012, 23:12:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As they got to the market, Kathy spent most of her time looking around, her eyes hidden under her hood. Her hands were visibly twitching near her daggers, as her sense of alert had gone up. Even later during the day, the market always had people around, and this was a dangerous place for her to hang in.<br><br>When the man spoke again, Kathy listened silently. Then, she quickly nodded.<br><br>"Leave the food to me."<br><br>Without another word, she looked towards a small side alley in the market, and agilely jumped on an awning, then disappeared into the night.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Smaug</strong> on <strong>03-08-2012, 01:48:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll be on the look out. Uh, I do need sturdy gloves for traveling and holding my sword. I was trying to look for a bed mat and a small tent as well, big enough for me though." He smiled, whites that shinned like his eyes. He then looked around looking back at Malfiend. "As I keep out a look for you, I hope you'll do the same?" Danny then bowed and smiled at the other again, going the other way to look for provisions. Maybe he'd buy things for the other's as well? No! He wasn't hear for that! But n the other hand...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>04-08-2012, 00:40:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright" said Malfiend, unsure if Kathy heard him as she disappeared quickly. Now alone with Danny he continued.<br><br>"I'm quite sure we are covered on food, I don't think our new friend is one to take responsibilities she can't take care off. It's probably better we don't know how she finds our food though. I'll take care of the tents and your roll if you trust me with prices, and you can check for the gloves. I would like to take a look at mine before purchasing them, but I would have no idea of where to start on gloves that are suitable for fighting."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Smaug</strong> on <strong>04-08-2012, 04:29:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So I shouldn't buy them for you and use my best judgment?" Though he meant no funny business, he was just confused because he thought that you'd buy it and the other would pay you back, or as a gift. Danny smiled and said bye before he went off down the low clanking of metal upon anvil.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>04-08-2012, 21:07:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll trust you to buy them" Malfiend said before he left, finally figuring out that if they weren't right he could do a couple of modifications himself. "I'll see you back at the tavern, it's probably better to meet Kathy there."<br><br>He went around the market and quickly got 3 tents, they were large without being overly bulky, 2 people could fit in them comfortably. He also got the bedroll the half-orc wanted. Once he got everything he headed back to the tavern to see if everyone there was ready.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>04-08-2012, 21:51:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Malfiend was arriving back at the tavern, suddenly Kathy landed right in front of him, coming from the nearby tree line, apparently able to navigate the city completely unseen. She held a large bag on her back.<br><br>"Here."<br><br>She said simply, before bringing the bag down in front of her and placing it on the ground in front of Malfiend. The bag was fairly large and filled with provisions, all sorts of things, including some fairly expensive looking food items.<br><br>Without an other word or even waiting for him to ask questions, she casually walked back inside the tavern.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Smaug</strong> on <strong>05-08-2012, 02:32:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Keda found his gloves, a light short white fur and then he found gloves for the other man. Since he remembered how his hand felt he must have gotten them really close to his size. He headed back and found the other two speak and go inside. "Thank you and do you need help? I can carry something inside for you." He smiled again and stood there, waiting for an answer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>05-08-2012, 05:23:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The elf wasn't expecting Kathy's sudden appearance, a mistake he would be sure to not make again, in the meantime he was very glad she was on his side. He looked through the things she brought since she didn't allow him a chance to say anything. As he was doing this the half-or showed up.<br><br>"Yes, please, could you carry the food, I'm not sure if the wagon is ready to put it in there." he gave him a nod "I hope you find your tent and bedroll agreeable. Now let's go inside and find out what everyone else is up to."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fantasy RP (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Smaug</strong> on <strong>08-08-2012, 18:57:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes lets. And thaqnk you, I hope your gloves are your size, I tried to scale them when I shook your hand so..." As he picked up[ the food he went inside to the room where they all had that meeting before, setting the stuff down on a near by table, as well as the gloves for the other.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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