Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]
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				Title: <strong>Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryu Wojin</strong> on <strong>11-07-2019, 01:54:41</strong>
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				Avredo. The kingdom to the north (Think Europe). They speicalize in engineering and arcane studies. Following an industrial revolution, they've all but ceased mass worship of the deities. Smaller shrines still exist, but the major populous has a new way of living. Within the comforts that their combination of machine and magic provides. Firearms was a major discovery that is still being explored. Rulership is by Democracy. The leader is changed out every 6 years by vote. Positions under that are different. A General earns his position and stays unless voted out. Drafts are mandatory for citizens, but the last draft was in 14 years ago due to a clash with Yudal.<br><br>Yudal. A dynasty controlled land to the east (Think Asia). Whilst they have not forsaken worship, they have discovered a new means of Magic. Relying strongly on spirits or ancestral ghosts. It is not uncommon to find a family hertiage of a suit of armor controlled by a long dead grandfather who seeks to protect his family. The rulership is always of the ruling Dynast family. And they elect lords and barons for each providence. To serve a lord or to come to Yudal's aid rewards it's citizens more than fairly.<br><br>Finally, The Ritus Alliance. A collection of free states allied together to not be pushed around by Yudal or Avredo. Each city state is unique, but each is individually functional and each supports the overall alliance. Each have differing beliefs, but they are more inclined to oppose Yudal or Avredo's beliefs. Being more traditional or loosely composed rather than organized.<br><br>Inbetween these three, is the Savage Seas. Their waters remain routinely contested, and with the high amount of fighting and frequent storms, many aship has been sunk here. Brave and experienced sailors can traverse these seas, and make way more than a pretty penny over it.<br><br>These three powers would conflict with one another time after time. But this is the longest time in which peace has been maintained. 14 years ago, Avredo and Yudal had sat down and negotiated an end to their war. Peace... Is starting to look... Normal.<br><br>So when a town off the coast in Avredo was ransaked by undead hordes all wearing a unique talberd and waving an unknown banner. It was clear that Yudal must be responsible. Who else utilizes undead in such a way? But then, a few coastal cities of Yudal began being sacked by the same forces. Yudal instead pointed their aggression toward The Ritus Alliance. If not they, then Ritus must have some rogue state using this more vile form of necromancy. However, Ritus lost of their city states to these same forces. <br><br>Whilst the three kingdoms bickered, the general populace grew concerned. There's an issue And it's not being resolved. The kingdoms are shelling up and defending their territories, completely believing the other Powers to be responsible.<br><hr><div class="floatleft"><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Fargold Heathfire</span></strong></div>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f4/ba/76/f4ba76c4239c2cfe81e950320ecb4f12.png)</div><br>Eventually. Fargold himself would take to an expedition. Traveling to the three kingdoms, and trying to rally them to band together agaisnt this threat. But he is too idealistic. And they too stubborn. His pleas fall upon deaf ears. But not all who listened decided to ignore his words. Through one means or another; Amalie, Xiaoli, Rat, Lexara, Ophellia, and Inathall threw their lot in with Fargold. And he was happy to accept any help he could get.<br><br>Either joining him on his expedition, or traveling straight to his factory... Everyone would eventually come to the Heathfire Industries in Avredo. A collection of theatre sized building that all specalize in different productions. Each of you would be given a few rooms within a building clearly set aside for offices or meetings. It's much quieter and the typical living accomdations would be provided. However, no ale would be provided. One would travel into the city in order to visit a tavern.<br><br>One day after his return, Fargold would call upon his allies. Leading them to a meeting room. A giant wooden table sits in the center. The walls barren with no windows, but with a few&nbsp; small bulb that is emitting light into the room. Chairs are provided, comfortable ones too. There is even a raised seat for Rat. In the middle of the table is map showing the kingdoms. But also a marking in the Savage Sea. A red X.<br><br>Fargold would usher everyone in. "Thank you, friends. Thank you for coming all this way. I'd have yous introduce yourselves to each other. You are the only ones who have looked past that facade that the kingdoms paint of each other."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>11-07-2019, 04:59:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/02/%22Rat%22.jpeg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Rat" Ratcliff Vander (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1cFr8PjgaKR0bQCeBh6ZGlstinqriTVdip7rSA7AS9EY/edit)</strong></span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Ratcliff perched upon his stool, feet dangling, though his right heel braced on the high rung under the stool. Within his large hands, a series of wooden blocks tumbled apart or back into a solid square in a few complex steps. To the careful observer, a small ring of gold disappeared into the center of the wooden cube completely inaccessible when the block was complete. He nodded his acceptance from their host, it looked like today would be different than the last few weeks. After a few rotations while he awaits another to take the first introduction, he decides to offer his. Bracing his heel, he raises his head, the stub of a 'fatboy cigar, unlit, dangles from the corner of his mouth. "Call me Rat, I am a sapper, with the First Front of the Halls, Hammer Division, from the Halls of Steel Hammer Falls. I run security, so if I tells ya to stay out of something, or somewhere, well, listen." <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He stashed the cube within his many pockets,&nbsp; before he pulled a series of springs and steel bent pins, several nails, and a thin and long plate with holes and barbs on the edges from various pockets. Quickly he began playing with the parts, they began to take a sinister shape that would resemble a miniature leg trap, one designed to break the bones rather than bind and pin it, this one only large enough to capture a finger rather than a whole leg. Once he had set the contraption, Rat then drew forth a four inch stick from yet another pocket. Poised above the trap, the thumb thick stick prepared to descend into the trap. Angling the stick to enter in, not perfectly, he watched how the trap handled something not entering perfectly. The stick bounced into the side wall, but it still fell between the rolling breaker bars triggering the base lever. Then everything twitched, and the stick cracked the trapped section of the twig splintered into kindling. A satisfied smile rises maliciously across the dwarf's face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>11-07-2019, 08:32:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bf/Whip_the_king_of_fighters_drawn_by_okyou_sample-5bf6eb2609933f5ed891b4c6099f8fee.jpg)</div><strong>Amalea Legend</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1R2JnfzUtLjowgGnyftYF5rT5PefKgcB1t8fx3RXqF5A/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a fresh, pretty face, tight curvy body, and small stature, it was easy to take the ginger girl with the pixie cut for even younger than she was.&nbsp; Her generous hips and vast cleavage made up for it, a little.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Bright Violet eyes with dark purple rims met the dwarf's as he introduced himself.&nbsp; She smiled at him easily and greeted him in his native tongue—albeit with a definite foreign accent.&nbsp; She winced a little at the trap, then grinned as glee at destruction replaced emphatic imagination.&nbsp; Such was the paradox of imagination.&nbsp; It could make you revel in violence just as it could help you understand the humanity of your most distant neighbors.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Amalea Legend, daughter of Brandon of the Orchard.&nbsp; I walk the path laid before me by Avelora the Talespinner, and she helps me out a little.&nbsp; Nice to meet you all.”&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>13-07-2019, 18:27:48</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/X0Yb6SU.jpg?1)</div><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Ophelia Avredanni (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1951899)</span><br><strong>HP</strong>:34/34&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Phantom</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1952418): in consciousness&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Status</strong>: +3 intimidate/survival, +4 mind affect saves<br><strong>AC</strong>:12&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Initiative</strong>: <br><strong>Actions:</strong> <br><strong>Roll:</strong> <br><strong>damage:</strong> <br><hr><br>Ophelia sat poised and attentive in her chair as the others began to introduce themselves, looking much different from when she had first arrived at Fargold's door. Clad head to toe in full plate, completely erasing the curvaceous silhouette of her body, it had first appeared as though some valorous knight had made the journey to lend his hammer to the industrious elf. It therefore came as quite the surprise when the knight revealed themselves to be not just a young lady, but the youngest daughter of the long deposed royal family of Avredo. A princess in title, though not by station. With no political authority to speak of she knew the only way she could assist Fargold's endeavor was with her own two hands...well, four hands actually.<br><br>However no such deception was present today. Bereft of her armor there would be no mistaking her for a man, the haunted girl carrying an almost doll like beauty: porcelain in skin and fair of hair, with amethyst eyes cutting through the pale of her other features. Her figure was that of a woman fit to bare the healthiest of children, and pleasantly shaped to entice men to such an endeavor. However within her motherly frame hid a deceptive strength far beyond her apparent musculature, the source of which she herself was not truly certain of, though she had her theories. Though while at first glance she appeared to be an ordinary, albeit attractive woman, if one bothered to look closely (DC15 WIS) they might see the shadow she cast against the wall under the manufactured lights, and how it did not match her shape at all. Instead stretched the shadow of a tall, hulking figure, masculine in shape though not quite "right" to be a normal man. There were parts of it that were distinctly inhuman. <br><br>She watched quietly as the others took their turn, raising a brow at the dwarf's tinkering, which was equal parts interesting and disconcerting, <em>"what a strange little man"</em> she mused within her own head, <em>"dangerous"</em> a second, distinctly different voice echoed through her mind to correct her, <em>"yes, that too I suppose..."</em> she thought, a small smirk playing at her lips, "Greetings all, it is a pleasure to be amongst like minded individuals..." she spoke formally as the rotation finally came to her, even going so far as to stand and give a quick curtsy, a clearly well practiced introduction, "I am princess Ophelia Avredanni, youngest daughter of Hamlon Averdanni and 9th in line to the throne of Avredo" she cooed softly. Of course anyone with even a passing knowledge of Avredo's government would know that it was not a monarchy of any kind, so the "throne" she spoke of was purely ceremonial, something only really tracked within the family itself for sake of tradition, "Though despite such a fanciful title, my presence here is a humble one. I am not the wealthiest of investors, the most influential of aristocrats, nor even the most skilled of fighters, but all the same I offer myself in any way needed to fulfill my family's duty to the realm..." she declared resolutely, knowing she would have to work hard to prove herself more than a pampered noble. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryu Wojin</strong> on <strong>16-07-2019, 07:00:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GYvAXj8.jpg)</div><strong>Fargold Heathfire</strong><br>Elven Male Gunslinger<br><br><strong>Current active effects</strong>:&nbsp; None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Opening Conference<br><hr><br>A nod to Ophelia. "But appreciated none the less." A look to the others who may not have introduced themselves yet. He'll give them space and let them open when they feel to. "Any help is welcome help at this point. Even as the owner of Heathfire Industries, there is only so much pull that I actually have for endevours like this. Shareholders and investors heavily limit the decisions I can make for the company. And since we're heavily tied to Avredo's military, I can only move around so much without repercussion. I think Avredo is desperate for war. They want to rekindle those fires and claim more land off of Yudal or a citystate of Ritus."<br><br>A shake of his head. "It's frustrating. It's tiring. But I'll do what I'm able."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>18-07-2019, 02:53:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/26/Inathall.png)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Inathall Emberthorn</span></strong><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Oracle</span><br><hr><br>"Fargold, you know that the Order is always willing to hear you out," the Autumn Oracle stated, even as she slightly rubbed her legs.&nbsp; Being an Oracle meant she had incredible powers...but they had come at the cost to her legs, leaving her slower and less speedy than most of her race.&nbsp; She gestured to the map.&nbsp; "Why is the Savage Sea here?"&nbsp; For those present in the room, one of the dangling green earrings present on the girl's face bore the sigil of the Order of the Golden Dawn - a well-known legion of undead hunters who tracked necromancers across the face of the land, tied to no nation.&nbsp; If the Order was here, it meant they thought Fargold's assertion was at least credible enough to warrant an investigation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>19-07-2019, 12:23:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bf/Whip_the_king_of_fighters_drawn_by_okyou_sample-5bf6eb2609933f5ed891b4c6099f8fee.jpg)</div><strong>Amalea Legend</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1R2JnfzUtLjowgGnyftYF5rT5PefKgcB1t8fx3RXqF5A/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The young girl touched the blond Autumn on the hand and gave her a smile--more reassuring than chiding, but the reassurance implied that she thought the girl had made a mistake she would be embarrassed of.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I recognize your Order," she gestured towards the earring, "But i didn't' get your name.&nbsp; I'm Amalea if you missed it.&nbsp; The Earth-Born is Rat, the Warrior-Princess is Ophelia."&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She gave the oracle a moment to introduce herself, and didn't continue 'til she had, and with respectful attention.&nbsp; Then the redhead continued, "Truly I'm stepping into legends like never before.&nbsp; &nbsp;Three Errants from the Order of the Golden Dawn were present at the Siege of Splintered Bone, where one of my Schools was born.&nbsp; I'm confident that together we can do honor to our teachers."&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Next she favored the Princess with a smile.&nbsp; She touched her heart and inclined her head in a gesture of respect she wasn't certain if Opehlia's own people still gave her.&nbsp; “Princess, I am honored for the opportunity to fight beside one of Avredanni's line.&nbsp; We have much respect for your ancestors in my country—albeit usually as honored adversaries that only our mightiest heroes can stand against.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Next she favored the Princess with a smile.&nbsp; She touched her heart and inclined her head in a gesture of respect she wasn't certain if Opehlia's own people still gave her.&nbsp; “Princess, I am honored for the opportunity to fight beside one of Avredanni's line.&nbsp; We have much respect for your ancestors in my country—albeit usually as honored adversaries that only our mightiest heroes can stand against.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Turning to the dwarf once again, she met his eyes.&nbsp; This time she spoke the common tongue.&nbsp; I have not met a man of Steel Hammer Falls before, but the courage to men who stand your post is known to me in my own experience, and triply so in the lessons of legend.&nbsp; I will head your words.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenFlame</strong> on <strong>21-07-2019, 13:59:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Lexara (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1948108)</span></div>(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/r1ijNvzpvdOgCeQARkfSJVpM5tU6vEGqfeTYQYlKqsdn07VFAveB7jmyq15fcFrmCrIR-ar7zcAb2MXaWb4UwvQ_-jQG_60LglhiIUKTFUO969aKEBpowUUYJPzgdsttE-qLaTSI-gw=w640-h853-no)</div><div class="floatright"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Enber (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1954308)</span></div>(https://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g5-M00-36-87-rBVaJFhk0QWAEjuLAAHaY7afgjE499.jpg/blue-dragon-100-full-drill-diy-diamond-painting.jpg)</div>This was a rather strange duo to appear in the meeting room. Ones of them were appearing much like a gnome, but human-sized. Her tale skin is pale as is she is experiencing bleaching but yet, in all other aspects, she seems to be in perfect health. Her hairs were the opposite, green and darker then what you would see on an average gnome. Her eyes were also wide, both light, one blue and other green. Less noticeably her fingers were slightly shapers and claw-like, very much, unlike usually soft and round gnomish fingers. All this combined is a dead give away to her identity as a changing for peoples aware of such individuals. This is wearing fairly simple garments but she clearly took care to make the flow nicely and allowed her to move freely. Ones with more keen eyes may even notice something hiding within the sleeve. A little pink slime starting at the world with its little yellow eyes. More knowledgeable people will be able to tell it's a Humoral Ooze of Sanguine.<br><br>At much as ones could be surprised at sight of Lexara, Ember is even more outstanding, for you see, she is a real blue dragon, a very young one but a real one. Her light blue scales simmered from flame produced by Lexaras flaming glove. A knowledge individual may know that young dragons don't tend to walk around alone, but there is a special bound person can form with a very young dragon to obtain magical powers of the dragon. Dragons are willing to give up their magic because in this bound they are able to grow up faster than usual. From that is obvious that Ember is very immature, even for her size. Despite being too small for Lexara to ride her, she is wearing a saddle custom made for a dragon, holding up a few saddlebags.<br><br>They take seats as normal, at least Lexara dose. Ember places her front paws on the table to help her keep upright positions, even with dragons paws being as agile as human hands, she is quadruped. Lexara was noticeably interested in an elevated chair. It was a nice gesture and being from mix size family she knew how it annoying it could be to in a place that forgot to account for peoples of different size. Even so, they stay silent, using their link to talk amongst themselves and get a just for who they are working with.<br><br>"Good evening everyone. I'm Lexara and this lovely lady is my partner Ember" Lexara introduced herself and her friend but then imminently moved the conversion to the situation at hand, rather the elaborating on either of them "Savage Sea is one of few areas not tied to any nation. It's easy to imagine a force independent of them would use such place as their base".<br><br>While Lexara was the one to notice Amaged legs of Inathall, she traversed that information over to Ember and allowed her to make an offer they both planned ahead of time. IT was a little odd to see only one smaller person for two travellers commoning from the primarily gnomish city. She turned her head to the oracle "It seems your legs are troubled, would you give me and honour of getting in my saddle to solidly our alliance?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryu Wojin</strong> on <strong>21-07-2019, 14:18:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GYvAXj8.jpg)</div><strong>Fargold Heathfire</strong><br>Elven Male Gunslinger<br><br><strong>Current active effects</strong>:&nbsp; None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Opening Conference<br><hr><br>A hand gestured to Lexara. "The savage seas contain no islands. The three nations have sought for a foothold within the seas, to better put forth their naval efforts. Unforunately there is no place to settle. But I don't think you're wrong either."<br><br>He'll place an unfolded and opened letter upon the table. "This is a report of an apprehension the guard performed. A smuggler ship had come into one of Avredo's coastal docks. Their ship was badly damaged, they had no choice but to dock there and let themselves be apprehended. The story they told is a very far fetched one. They had noticed land upon their trek in the savage seas. Like a massive island. They described a forest that looked filled with coral. Crystalinr structures. Like this island was suddenly lifted up from the bottom of the sea. They said they were attacked then by watersoaked undead coming up from beneath their boat. I don't think I'd give it a second thought under normal circumstances. But given our situation? I feel as though you are correct, Lexara. And I think that island is the place."<br><br>Any who take the moment to glance upon the letter will discover it is a report of the guard of one coastal city of Avredo. The details are pretty much as Fargold will state, but there is one bit of information that would be able to be gleaned. Any character who has dealt with 'shady' forms of business and is familiar with Avredo's underworld will recognize the smuggler group he talks about. A gentlemen smuggler group. Unwilling to make up such a story to save face and also very professional in their dealings. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>21-07-2019, 21:53:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/02/%22Rat%22.jpeg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Rat" Ratcliff Vander (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1cFr8PjgaKR0bQCeBh6ZGlstinqriTVdip7rSA7AS9EY/edit)</strong></span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Noticing that his play had drawn attention, he felt the need to explain. "Any trap can be set off when the conditions are right, how many work when the conditions are off? Would the drop trap offer safe points, falling on the support bar rather than into the breaker positions." He showed without resetting the device. As he scanned those watching he noticed something amiss with the plush warrior, he would have to keep an eye on that one. Was she possessed? Was this an infiltration? Inform Fargold, and corner it when the time was right. He allowed his gaze to drop again. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He contemplated his companions, Fargold was cold, all business. Rat could get to liking him easily. The monkey-girl had questions and was lamed, that would hinder her movements, perhaps he wasn't the slowest in the room. The green one, tall for a gnome, but not quite human, had secrets, many by the looks of things, and what were those yellow eyes attached to? The talking lizard was a surprise, as it was a dragon for crying out loud. And Amalea, straightforward, accommodating, open and talkative.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Bah, the island smells of trap, the undead don't need a surface rock to be swept off of in a storm, they don't breath, so they are probably housed or stored in the surrounding waters. The island may house our wizard enclave or religious sect that is animating the dead, though with that kind of power to raise the dead, could they not also leave the island with relative ease leaving whoever stormed their beaches to fend off the encroaching army?" The dwarf settled back a bit as he thought it over, "What say the indigenous species of the seas? Sea elves and merfolk should have a few things to say of a portion of their world being lifted to the surface. Have we exhausted planar options of information gathering? What do we know, what do we suspect, what can we eliminate as true. Is Avredo attacking its own shores to alleviate any blame as it uses undead to wage war and conquer territory elsewhere? And last but not least, is our dear Ophelia truly the acidic wit that has summoned all of these undead and has infiltrated our ranks to monitor its only true opposition in this plane?" Yes his last statement was absurd, or was it? He watched the princess' reactions. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryu Wojin</strong> on <strong>23-07-2019, 01:13:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GYvAXj8.jpg)</div><strong>Fargold Heathfire</strong><br>Elven Male Gunslinger<br><br><strong>Current active effects</strong>:&nbsp; None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Opening Conference<br><hr><br>Fargold would heed Rat's words. "I would imagine the weight of the ocean would affect the kind of mindless hordes that attack us. But, alas, I have no other information upon the subject. Further information would be gleaned by ourselves. That said. Taking a boat would be suicide. We know they come from the waves. It may equally be suicidal, but I do have a personal airship to take us there." Fargold will humbly offer what would possibly be worth alot of gold coins.
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				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>23-07-2019, 03:30:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/26/Inathall.png)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Inathall Emberthorn</span></strong><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Oracle</span><br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=307618.msg14974862#msg14974862">Quote from: Muse on 19-07-2019, 12:23:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I recognize your Order," she gestured towards the earring, "But i didn't' get your name.&nbsp; I'm Amalea if you missed it.&nbsp; The Earth-Born is Rat, the Warrior-Princess is Ophelia."&nbsp; <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Oh, apologies.&nbsp; I had intended to introduce myself when we set out, seeing as how our host knows me from before, but I am Inathall, Errant of the Golden Dawn, Oracle of the Winter's Chill."&nbsp; She then turned her attention to the conversation at hand.&nbsp; "Fargold, there <em>is </em>something else worth mentioning.&nbsp; Great hordes of undead like these, as stated before, are often called by powerful wizards...but a wizard so powerful as to hide an island in the Savage Sea?&nbsp; That would be one to be feared...however.&nbsp; In the Aurum Records," she named the written records stored in the main headquarters of the Golden Dawn, "there <em>is</em> such a tale.&nbsp; It is considered less lore and more of myth, but the Golden Dawn would not have written it down if there hadn't been an Errant to see it for himself.&nbsp; The story itself is so old, we are not even sure <em>when</em> it took place - that is why those of the Order's scholars doubt its authenticity, but..."<br><br>She paused.&nbsp; "...if the story is true, then we may have cause to summon the entire Order itself."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenFlame</strong> on <strong>23-07-2019, 13:51:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Lexara (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1948108)</span></div>(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/r1ijNvzpvdOgCeQARkfSJVpM5tU6vEGqfeTYQYlKqsdn07VFAveB7jmyq15fcFrmCrIR-ar7zcAb2MXaWb4UwvQ_-jQG_60LglhiIUKTFUO969aKEBpowUUYJPzgdsttE-qLaTSI-gw=w640-h853-no)</div><div class="floatright"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Enber (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1954308)</span></div>(https://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g5-M00-36-87-rBVaJFhk0QWAEjuLAAHaY7afgjE499.jpg/blue-dragon-100-full-drill-diy-diamond-painting.jpg)</div>"We are talking about a necromancer powerful enough to wage war on the entirety of the known world, there is bo douth he is powerful. I'm surprised he is making an island rather than demiplane I been researching that it seems far superior anything one could build. Given we don't exactly know what is an objective so the island may have a secondary purpose aside from being a base of operations, a war machine for example. Regardless we should assume the enemy is prepared, considering the time it would take to gather this much bodies, let alone reanimated all of them." Lexara was as much explaining as thinking out loud. She took a short breath and turned to rat to address his ideas. "Sorting bodies underwater may have few problems. I would suspect this mistrust island to be a floating fortress rather than land mass elevated from the bottom of the ocean, but that would mean moving them from and to ocean floor would be tricky. Given with island and some ships they may have more than enough space for a small army and to do nature of undead it might be enough if bodies are continuously reanimated. Then again, there is plenty of planner storage options so that's possible. Then when it comes to spying, so are little short on resources and alleys. If we could simply use magic to figure it out, the governments would do that already. They probably already had Divined quite a lot, so if anyone has contacts, this is a good time to pull on them."<br><br>She was talking for a while now, but she had to comment on Fargold suggestions as well. "It's nice to have a means of transport but we should be careful. Ones again, she should assume they are prepared, including air defence. How suited it your ship for combat? We definitely should have a backup plan such gliders or potions of feather fall. Given falling into water in the middle of the Savage seas don't give us the best chances of survival but that still better than nothing. We need a plan, and a solid one at that, because the other side should dose have one"<br><br>While the changeling is speaking, ember remains quite. Between the two of them, Lexara was always the brain leaving her to be more of brawn, and face. Right now it was a matter of planing and that's why she will put her trust in Lexara. Given she still communicated with Lexara telepathically, while stilly finicky in combat but when they are able to maintain the connection, they can work seamlessly, More like two hemispheres of one brain than two separate beings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryu Wojin</strong> on <strong>24-07-2019, 04:47:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GYvAXj8.jpg)</div><strong>Fargold Heathfire</strong><br>Elven Male Gunslinger<br><br><strong>Current active effects</strong>:&nbsp; None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Opening Conference<br><hr><br>A look to Inathall. "<strong><em>If</em></strong> the story is true. Then I imagine we'd be able to rally much more than just your order to the cause."<br><br>Then over to Lexara. "Divination has failed. Or more accurately, it has yielded no results. Which turns everyone's gaze away from the seas. The answers we seek, are going to have to be gained ourselves.". A listen to Lexara's question over aerial combat before he'll respond. "A valid concern. I'll see about ordering gliders and potions just in case. As for combat... I admit it is not designed for combat. Airships are a relatively new invention as well, and they haven't quite weaponized it yet. That isn't to say it can't be done, I can imagine some ballistia or cannon attached. The hull is already decently reinforced."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>24-07-2019, 16:17:45</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/X0Yb6SU.jpg?1)</div><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Ophelia Avredanni (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1951899)</span><br><strong>HP</strong>:34/34&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Phantom</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1952418): in consciousness&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Status</strong>: +3 intimidate/survival, +4 mind affect saves<br><strong>AC</strong>:12&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Initiative</strong>: <br><strong>Actions:</strong> <br><strong>Roll:</strong> <br><strong>damage:</strong> <br><hr><br>Ophelia smiled sheepishly at Fargold's accepting response. She had her fair share of doubts coming out all this way, but she was happy if he believed she could genuinely be of help. She was surprised so see Amalea bow her head to her, the young woman blushing and fumbling to recreate the gesture in kind, "Oh no, I'm the one honored to work alongside a...uh...Legend..." she said, realizing partway through that just saying the girl's name would come off as high flattery, perhaps the very reason her family took it? Hearing the girl's praise for her family line, Ophelia felt a heavy swell of pride in the back of her skull, though the emotion wasn't her own, <em>"this one is wise"</em> the phantom cooed across the wrinkles of her brain, <em>"I imagined you'd say that"</em> she replied back in her thoughts. <br><br>As the others finished their introductions and began deliberating and deducing possible leads and solutions to this perplexing problem, Ophelia fell further into silence, realizing just how out of her depth she was. The life of a well cared for noble meant she had been given quality tutoring in a variety of subjects, and she knew enough to at least follow along with what everyone was saying, at the very least in terms of terminology. However it was apparent just how much more knowledgeable these men and women were. They had the kind of wit and intuition formed by experience, the kind of know how one could only acquire through action and adventure, not by stowing away in a dusty study. These were subjects they dealt with as a matter of life and death, not as mere fancy or hobby. The more they spoke, the less she could follow, and the longer it went the more aware she was of just how little she contributing. Her own silence starting to grow deafening in her ears, the princess shrinking back in her chair anxiously, managing to keep a neutral face to hide her racing mind, but just barely. <br><br>Then the silence was pierced by the sound of her name being called, though not in any way comforting, "Excuse me!?" Ophelia exclaimed, standing up so quickly from her chair that it tipped over onto the floor, looking quite aghast that the dwarf would so suddenly and casually fling such a grim accusation at her, "I would certainly hope that was some kind of dwarven humor. I can assure you I soundly lack the talent or the will for such a horrific plot as this" she refuted, obviously going to deny such accusations regardless of whether she was the mastermind or not. Watching the wall Rat would see the phantom shadow clench it's fists in anger, a menacing aura resonating off of it. Even though the silhouette obviously lacked a face, the dwarf could feel a burning glare coming from it never the less. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>24-07-2019, 17:58:47</strong>
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				The smile on his face said ‘gotcha’ even as his disclaim came forth. “Bah lass, seat yourself. I have no quarrel with ye, and apologize for interrupting your wit wandering. Avredo isn’t attacking its own borders, and you aren’t behind this. The statement was more to narrow the options on the table than to root out the cause just yet.” The dwarf chewed a moment on the end of his fag before he clenched his fist and smiling released its tightly packed knuckles. “I would buy you a drink in compensatory meeting once this is done to balance our house.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Rat nestled in as he continued smiling, “Alright Fargold, let us see who will talk with us. Have you any way to contact merfolk or sea elves?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenFlame</strong> on <strong>28-07-2019, 14:28:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Lexara (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1948108)</span></div>(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/r1ijNvzpvdOgCeQARkfSJVpM5tU6vEGqfeTYQYlKqsdn07VFAveB7jmyq15fcFrmCrIR-ar7zcAb2MXaWb4UwvQ_-jQG_60LglhiIUKTFUO969aKEBpowUUYJPzgdsttE-qLaTSI-gw=w640-h853-no)</div><div class="floatright"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Enber (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1954308)</span></div>(https://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g5-M00-36-87-rBVaJFhk0QWAEjuLAAHaY7afgjE499.jpg/blue-dragon-100-full-drill-diy-diamond-painting.jpg)</div>"I would imagine weaponizing a skyship is similar to regular ships, do baristas should be a save bet, perhaps also a row of cannon but that my upset the blance. I must admit sky born vechicles aren't my area of expetice. I can research more during the night. Even with shyships being new, shyborn cratures aren't so we should expect at lest some resistance" Lexara don't aknowlage a little squabble seeing it saddle by itself. Given this placed a question in her mind, should she treat the princess any differently than others. This was a question she had to ask Ember. Between the two of them, she was the charming one, but only by comparison.<br><br>The answer? no, they were there to fight, against overwhelming odds and if they don't work together in unison seen among blood bothers. An evening at the inn? Sounds like a good idea, we could get to know each other and perhaps a little combat training as well. We should get used to fighting style of one another, in a pitch of battle, this can save a life.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryu Wojin</strong> on <strong>28-07-2019, 21:08:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GYvAXj8.jpg)</div><strong>Fargold Heathfire</strong><br>Elven Male Gunslinger<br><br><strong>Current active effects</strong>:&nbsp; None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Opening Conference<br><hr><br>"We've never been able to maintain proper communication with those smaller tribes under the sea. Arrogance upon either side.Talks have always fallen through. To find any of those tribes would be ordeal normally. To do so when the sea is this dangerous? They're either wiped out or the cause of the issue in the first place. Either way, I don't have a way to establish contact with them. And as stated before, my company's wealth of money is watched by shareholders and Avredo. They'd much rather see the company's wealth go into weapon building or advacements to help Avredo's military agaisnt Ritus and Yudal.&nbsp; I've only my own personal wallet. Which the airship is apart of."<br><br>A scratch of his head. A good deal of fatigue coming through as he sighs. "I'll find something to put onto the airship. Calculations will need to be done to see that balance isn't thrown off or anything. Then accounting to see what I can afford...".<br><br>Those who are more perspective to emotions and motives (if you have a +7 on sense motive or higher), You'll be able to tell that Fargold's fatigue is catching up on him. He seems as if he hasn't slept in days, but clearly he is motivated to this cause despite all the roadblocks he's hit. But eventually, those roadblocks begin to take a toll on one's mental stamina. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>28-07-2019, 22:19:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bf/Whip_the_king_of_fighters_drawn_by_okyou_sample-5bf6eb2609933f5ed891b4c6099f8fee.jpg)</div><strong>Amalea Legend</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1R2JnfzUtLjowgGnyftYF5rT5PefKgcB1t8fx3RXqF5A/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For a little bit the redhead was so distracted with silent delight at the arrival of the little dragon that she seemed to be missing the entire discussion.&nbsp; Then she spoke up again.&nbsp; "Rat, you spoke of divination and contact the outer planes?&nbsp; Such things are quite beyond my power.&nbsp; Such priests and magi are rare, and can command staggering sums from kings and senators.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“The kings and senators of the world all believe that these troubles are the action of traditional enemies.&nbsp; It seems very few outside this room take the possibility of a new power seriously.&nbsp; I mean, just look at those who are here.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Surely the king of Avredo--though now only a ceremonial position--could make his voice heard among his people.&nbsp; He is not here, his ninth heir is.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“There were three members of the Order of the Golden Dawn at the Battle of Shattered Bones--at least one of them a veteran.&nbsp; That was a minor uprising from the global perspective.&nbsp; What we currently face threatens the known world, but the only representative of the Order is a girl little older than I.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Avredanni's line and the Order of the Golden Dawn are no fools.&nbsp; It falls to us bring them tangible proof of our suspicions—or to fail to find it and know that our seniors were right to not take us so seriously.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Our generous host is placing his personal wealth and strength behind us.&nbsp; That is the greatest support we can expect 'til we have such evidence.&nbsp; Seeking to reach past the resources gathered around this table at this time is a counterproductive waste of energy.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She flashed them all a grin, “And you may know that the hour is late, and that the conclusion of the chapter draws near, when a follower of She Who Sits Beside the Fire tells you that it is time to pull your head out of the clouds.”&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>28-07-2019, 23:32:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/02/%22Rat%22.jpeg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Rat" Ratcliff Vander (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1cFr8PjgaKR0bQCeBh6ZGlstinqriTVdip7rSA7AS9EY/edit)</strong></span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The fools would walk into a dark room if someone said that there was a skeleton in it. His realization left itself within his head. He had been sent by his lord to this Fargold and to see what came of him and his suppositions. Would he be able to keep them alive? He wondered this as he was told to shove his nose into his own helmet. He just wondered what precautions he could secure before they left, was there a way to stay alive? Perhaps a potion of invisibility, a potion of flight, and something to ride the waves in. Did they make an affordable pocket boat? He would check before they left. While he asked around the port, they would go to the port right? "Where is the flying craft? When do we leave?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenFlame</strong> on <strong>29-07-2019, 11:35:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Lexara (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1948108)</span></div>(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/r1ijNvzpvdOgCeQARkfSJVpM5tU6vEGqfeTYQYlKqsdn07VFAveB7jmyq15fcFrmCrIR-ar7zcAb2MXaWb4UwvQ_-jQG_60LglhiIUKTFUO969aKEBpowUUYJPzgdsttE-qLaTSI-gw=w640-h853-no)</div><div class="floatright"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Enber (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1954308)</span></div>(https://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g5-M00-36-87-rBVaJFhk0QWAEjuLAAHaY7afgjE499.jpg/blue-dragon-100-full-drill-diy-diamond-painting.jpg)</div>"I can try and get you some calculations done over the night. Any schematics or other technical domination will naturally be rather helpful." Lexara can't help but doubt Fargold, at lest not over her own calulecions. She did spend a significant time with machinery and with some changelings tricery she could get a lot done over night, especially because that's were her books were.<br><br>Then she turned to Amalea "Any clue how could we prove it's an independent force and for some nations secret force? I do plan on researching some o that undead but have to clue how we could prove some necromancer is not tied to any nation." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryu Wojin</strong> on <strong>30-07-2019, 12:49:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GYvAXj8.jpg)</div><strong>Fargold Heathfire</strong><br>Elven Male Gunslinger<br><br><strong>Current active effects</strong>:&nbsp; None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Opening Conference<br><hr><br>"Unforunately, I think Amalea has the right of it. We have no information besides a dubious lead. It falls to us to find information concenrete enough to convince the kingdoms otherwise." <br><br>Sensing a bit of hostility from Rat. He'll decide to wrap up the meeting. "I'm going to see about the armaments upon the Golden Hawk. Lexara, if you'd like to join me in the calculations, your help would be most appreicated. As for everyone, the hospitality of Hearthfire Industries is open to you. And I am thinking I am going to start a scouting expedition to see if these islands exist or not in one week's time."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Out of Character</div><div class="spoiler_body">Lexara, please roll a knowledge engineering.<br><br>Everyone else, please state what you are going to be doing for the week.<br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>30-07-2019, 20:59:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bf/Whip_the_king_of_fighters_drawn_by_okyou_sample-5bf6eb2609933f5ed891b4c6099f8fee.jpg)</div><strong>Amalea Legend</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1R2JnfzUtLjowgGnyftYF5rT5PefKgcB1t8fx3RXqF5A/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Amalae smiled as she rose.&nbsp; "Then I believe I will prepare a chronicle of these events--both to aid in our making a report and for posterity. <br>&nbsp;I'll make an effort to get to know you all better in the coming week.&nbsp; If you want me to keep something out of the telling, know that you need only say so and I will respect that confidence."&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The story girl spent the next few days training and checking her gear, writing and requesting to tour the facilities were the firearms were made.&nbsp; Her curiosity was insatiable, but she tried to be polite if someone said they didn't want to talk about something.&nbsp; Every evening she asked a different one of her female colleagues to tea.&nbsp; She wanted to get to know them all better--who they were and where they came from.&nbsp; She was especially eager to get to know Ophelia better, asking the princess to train with her on the sparing court the next morning.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When she'd have an evening with all the girls, Amalae asked to make Rat dinner, and Faragold the evening after that.&nbsp; Rat found the table set with a cigar and a tangard of ale, and a meal of hearty meat and mushroom stew in a breadbowl--"A dish the dwarves in my homeland enjoy.&nbsp; I hope I didn't add too much sage..."&nbsp; With a fruit pie for desert.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She asked the cooks what fargold would enjoy, but prepared the same desert.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenFlame</strong> on <strong>30-07-2019, 23:38:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Lexara (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1948108)</span></div>(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/r1ijNvzpvdOgCeQARkfSJVpM5tU6vEGqfeTYQYlKqsdn07VFAveB7jmyq15fcFrmCrIR-ar7zcAb2MXaWb4UwvQ_-jQG_60LglhiIUKTFUO969aKEBpowUUYJPzgdsttE-qLaTSI-gw=w640-h853-no)</div><div class="floatright"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Enber (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1954308)</span></div>(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/4fc9a23e-6052-4c8a-b15d-11fa2860733e/d9untoc-d658c9fe-a53b-4dba-8be9-6be2507b81f7.jpg/v1/fill/w_1027,h_778,q_70,strp/sketch__dragon_drinking_tea_by_lindseywart_d9untoc-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTA4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzRmYzlhMjNlLTYwNTItNGM4YS1iMTVkLTExZmEyODYwNzMzZVwvZDl1bnRvYy1kNjU4YzlmZS1hNTNiLTRkYmEtOGJlOS02YmUyNTA3YjgxZjcuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTE0MjYifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.0gBoOhbg9NVHsmIREc6I7dwNYqHJ0d_D-WKDcf75pQ4)</div>Lexara goes with Fargold to work on the ship. Her reputation may be gone but her skill is not. She still had her archive and any tool. She quickly took over the project, as she was pulling on her years of expertise. Filled with artificially produced hope from her ooze and worked hard to make sure everything is fitted above and beyond what standards would consider good enough. Even so, even an insane person like her can work all the time. Then it comes to tea, she agrees, but in the evening when her brain is completely fried from working.<br><br>This is quite opposite to Ember what want to do something but constantly worries may upset Lexara, expressly if goes drinking. Her schedule becomes mostly filled with napping and watching Lexara work. Eventually, she was taled she was guarding the ship but they both knew it was a lie. Either way, she was delighted to take some tea, and with a pretty lass no less. Of cofourse, she will have some, if only she can get Lexara to stop working for a little while.<br><br>Neither of them has a lot to say about their past. For Ember, it was because her rapid growth only started then meeting Lexara, before that she by a babe. Lexara, on the other hand, had fairly an ordinary life, at least for most of it. Thanks to her loving parents (but not revelling the exact identity) she was able to grow up and get quite a high degree of education, she was on a good path to be a states engineer, but then. puberty hit her hard. She needed to travel the world, discover things, and break the mould. Exact details of such soul searching weren't shared, but needless to say not the proudest moment in her life. At least she found by the end of it, she found an Ember and got a planet of theories. What theories do you ask? A huge mistake, she had a lot, each crazier than another. Her ideas met with Amaleas insatiable curiosity was truly an unstoppable force meeting unstoppable object type of situation. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>30-07-2019, 23:59:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bf/Whip_the_king_of_fighters_drawn_by_okyou_sample-5bf6eb2609933f5ed891b4c6099f8fee.jpg)</div><strong>Amalea Legend</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1R2JnfzUtLjowgGnyftYF5rT5PefKgcB1t8fx3RXqF5A/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Before the meeting had broken up, Amalae tried to answer Lexara's question.&nbsp; "I'm really not sure about that," she said.&nbsp; "We'll probably find something when we get there.&nbsp; That said, just bringing the knowledge of a secret base to the attention of our respective countries with enough evidence to be taken seriously will probably suffice to get them to launch their own investigations.&nbsp; We may just need to persuade Opehlia's family to go to the Senate.&nbsp; Telling the other nations that one is looking into it will surely stir the others to action.&nbsp; <br><br><div align="center">*&nbsp; *&nbsp; *</div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Amalae was a good audience for Lexara's stories, an attentive listener.&nbsp; But she wasn't easily satisfied by obfuscations.&nbsp; She was willing to respect the girls secrets, but asked direct questions 'til she got to them, then probed around them, trying to get the most complete picture she could.&nbsp; She was quick to ply Lexara and Ember with cookies and herbal infusions to relieve any stress her questions caused, and if she was told anything was to be left out of her chronicle assured the maiden and the dragon that it would be, offering to let them read for themselves before anyone else saw.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Amalae managed to hold her curiousity on a specific topic for a while, keeping it at bay within her self by asking about Ember, and how they met.&nbsp; She spoke to Ember as much as Lexara, and her eyes included them both.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Finaly she couldn't keep it in.&nbsp; "Forgive me, Lexara, but what are you?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>31-07-2019, 01:13:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/26/Inathall.png)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Inathall Emberthorn</span></strong><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Oracle</span><br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=307618.msg14983859#msg14983859">Quote from: Ryu Wojin on 24-07-2019, 04:47:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"<strong><em>If</em></strong> the story is true. Then I imagine we'd be able to rally much more than just your order to the cause."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"There's no reason to suspect that it isn't, there's no evidence to suggest the island <em>doesn't</em> exist, but alas, the Order will demand proof that it does before it acts."&nbsp; The conference continued, but it became clear that they were not leaving right away - Fargold was going to see about adding weapons to his airship, and gave them each a week to prepare themselves for this 'scouting expedition' that they were to take to where the captured smugglers had supposedly said the island was.&nbsp; "I will be adjoining the the Order's barracks here in town.&nbsp; If anyone wishes to join me, I'm going to try and find out as much as I can about these mythical islands...myth they may be, but Aurum Recorders take down every word in detail, sparing nothing!"<br><br>***<br><br>Maybe it was just part of her heritage growing up as an Autumn Person, someone expected to master the ways of arcane wizardry via long hours of study and practice, but Inathall always felt at home wandering the stacks of shelves and books that were part of any library.&nbsp; Still, whatever information she could gather about the island from lore, it might come in handy!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>31-07-2019, 17:41:39</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/X0Yb6SU.jpg?1)</div><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Ophelia Avredanni (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1951899)</span><br><strong>HP</strong>:34/34&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Phantom</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1952418): in consciousness&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Status</strong>: +3 intimidate/survival, +4 mind affect saves<br><strong>AC</strong>:12&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Initiative</strong>: <br><strong>Actions:</strong> <br><strong>Roll:</strong> <br><strong>damage:</strong> <br><hr><br>Ophelia found herself a bit shaken after the meeting. Not only had she contributed nothing of note, but she had even been accused of being the mastermind of the plot they now sought to undo. The dwarf may have brushed it off as merely being a joke, but seeing how strangely suspicious and aggressive he seemed to be towards everyone she couldn't really be sure. Feeling a bit ostracized as a result Ophelia endeavored to make herself useful however she could. <br><br>The others seemed to overestimate the power and influence her family possessed. It had been centuries since the Avredanni had the power to sway the direction of the kingdom, they were glorified celebrities at this point, and when it came to political matters her family were always incredibly careful about who and what they publicly supported. Charity and altruistic causes were one thing, since there was little controversy in such benevolent endeavors, but this was something different. All it took was a few paranoid senators to think the royal family was conspiring to rise back to power and they could face a full witch hunt, and trying to meddle in the potential declarations of war would be more than enough evidence for someone willing to push such a narrative. It was difficult to get her father to take a solid stance in politics under normal circumstances, she couldn't see him budging on a matter like this, after all if he would he would have aligned himself with Fargold in the first place. There was a reason Ophelia was the only one of her family to show up, most of them didn't believe the industrious elf in the first place. Still, if there was a chance of it helping Ophelia obliged, writing up a letter calling for her family's aid in swaying the high council. She had to lie about where they were based out of, seeing how she had literally ran away in the middle of the night to come here, so if they knew where she was they would no doubt send someone to try and take her back home. <br><br>With that done Ophelia went about trying to make herself useful in other ways. She would follow Inathall to the library to study up on the undead, trying to hastily expand her knowledge base in an attempt to make up for her crippling lack of experience compared to her other compatriots. Using that knowledge she ventured into town to buy supplies, attempting to outfit herself as a proper zombie slayer. She would also offer her aid around the ship, the girl marveling at her first time seeing such a magnificent vessel, though the others would notice it was the first time the girl had seen quite a few things, having lived quite a sheltered life. She may have not had the knowledge that Lexara did, but she was incredibly strong, more so than most of the burlier male workers it seemed, and that combined with her psychic abilities made her great at picking things up and putting them down, so while the green woman handled the calculations, Ophelia assisted in putting the stuff where it needed to be put.<br><br>When she wasn't working or studying, Ophelia found herself answering the summons of the others. The first night she had accepted Rat's offer of a drink. She hadn't be the most enthused about it, but she wanted to be polite and clear up any tension the small incident had caused. The princess would also join Amalea for tea, and would become visibly flustered at just how enthusiastic the girl seemed about learning more about her. To both party members she was cordial and polite, evenly tempered and even witty upon occasion, but there was a sort of awkwardness in her body language and expressions, and would sometimes spend overly long stretches avoiding their gazes or fidgeting with her hair or silverware. She would endeavor to answer any questions they may have had, but when it came to the nature of her seemingly monstrous shadow Ophelia would pointedly avoid such questions, attempting to deflect to another topic or outright refusing should they try to press the issue. <br><br>After their tea breaks Ophelia would also join Amalea in her training, agreeing with the tiny dragon's idea that they should get to know each others' fighting styles. While she may have seemed a shrinking violet outside of her armor, within it the princess became a towering tank of pure steel. With shield and hammer in hand the woman proved surprisingly adept at combat, her defense difficult to penetrate and her offense difficult to avoid. Not only that, but the psychic nature of her magic allowed her to call forth spells with neither voice nor gesture, something Amalea would learn when a wooden training sword would suddenly fly off a nearby rack and fire itself at her from behind, meaning she didn't need to lower her shield or weapon to cast and her massive armor provided none of the hindrance it would have posed to a typical sorcerer or wizard. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenFlame</strong> on <strong>01-08-2019, 16:14:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Lexara (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1948108)</span></div>(http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/565688/Heterochromia_by_hitotoki.jpg)</div><div class="floatright"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Enber (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1954308)</span></div>(https://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g5-M00-36-87-rBVaJFhk0QWAEjuLAAHaY7afgjE499.jpg/blue-dragon-100-full-drill-diy-diamond-painting.jpg)</div>Amalea's drilling gets her many stories. Given a few of them made it into chronicle. In fact, it wasn't using a chronicle, she needed a promise of absolute secrecy. These stories have not shared with anyone before, besides Ember for the course. Mongst many crazy things she did, or rather stupid mistakes she made, were reviled. Even so, some good things. For example, a band of kobolds worshipping Embers mother actually was surprising a breakthrough in her study and bound between the dragon and the mage was what allowed her to do perform magic. Another thing she enjoyed from that time was all the sex she had. Have she stayed on a path laid down for her, she would never know she was gay. Come on think of it, her wondering days are over yet. She is about on some crazy journey to find an island that may or may not exist. Perhaps she is not done yet.<br><br>What she was? A Changeling. A sort of person that is created when a hag has children with other races. Often placed with families of fathers race, given with her it was impossible as they always grow to human size. That's why her parents were so great for accept her. They put a lot to give her life, and that a part why she doesn't want the public knowing who is, she doesn't want to be a disappointment or cause them more trouble.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>02-08-2019, 04:45:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/02/%22Rat%22.jpeg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Rat" Ratcliff Vander (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1cFr8PjgaKR0bQCeBh6ZGlstinqriTVdip7rSA7AS9EY/edit)</strong></span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Aye, meet yer back here in a week. If'n I be needed leave word at the Leaky Mug, just east of the North gate of town 'ere. Ophelia, if you would, drinks at two bells? Meet you at The Burgeoning Nets." The term meant roughly 7pm and the place was rather high end for dockside. It was where captains met clients, and the high and mighty entered to say they were dockside without sullying their boots in sea water. Though as this was a shipping town, the bells could be heard from the docks to the fields beyond the gates. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; When Ophelia arrived, Ratcliff Vander was awaiting her on the steps. His hair had been groomed, his beard braided and adorned with beadwork. It was obvious to his efforts that he had cleaned up for their engagement, even his boots had been vigorously brushed. He had apparently been inside ahead of her, as they were directed to a side booth, centered in the wall and though part of the room, was separated for negotiations. He was addressed as Mister Vander, and she as Lady Orwen. Live music, subdued, though just loud enough to cover the sounds of the city outside. He apologized for the false name, though she hadn't made it clear if she were supposed to be away from home or not, and her father's daughter in the city probably needs bodyguards. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He offered dinner, as they ordered drinks from the waiter's list, the cellars had a decent stout, and several high end port wines, all local vintage, though they also an imported an elven spirit, and a dwarven stout. Once the pleasantries were offered, he brought up the elephant in the room, so that it could be put past them. His job was security. They were heading to confirm about a necromancer's activities. She had a passenger. He needed to be calmed over its existence, to understand how he could trust her and it not to back other undead. This private meeting was a courtesy, one that he extended instead of dragging her secrets out to everyone, but she needed to see his side of things. If this necromancer could raise this many undead, would he not be able to raise one of the spirit undead that can possess and ride others? The meal progressed calmly, with him having offered her his side of the topic. He then changed the topic to the music selection as he then settled into his meal, a red bass with mushrooms, onions, and diced imported fruits. He did not press her for her answer the rest of the night, just allowing her to think it through. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He spoke of great and grand projects and accomplishments performed within the mines and Halls, all of which accomplished through the trust offered and shared among the performers. At the end of the night, as he flagged her a carriage to take her home, he stated, "I am rough around the edges, yet I hope we can work together in trust and prosperity." He paid the driver well to take her wherever she wished to go, and then, lifted the cigar to his lips, the first she had seen of the night. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The dwarf's week was spent seeking information, talking to sailors, discussing with merchants about villages and city-states that were now off limits due to attacks, sending requests for reports from military outposts that had responded to the attacks. He spoke with the merchants seeking any connections to the undersea tribes for information, or even being able to hire underwater shipping security.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Ratcliff Vander arrived for his dinner, in full clean up, braided and beaded, cleaned and cologned, the scent of his cigar only a memory, at least, until he saw the fag there beside the tankard, he smiled, "Ah, this is a favorite from the Adamant Peaks, aye. Make me feel right at home though, well done. Your a bit tall fer me lass, but if ye are proposing," a rediculous waggle of his bushy eyebrows clearly identifies his words as comical, "you may find I own a step ladder." With a bit of trivia he explained the difference between the recipe from each clan, as the grains of the breadbowl were different, and age is a favorite where basil and bay leaves were more common from his home. He accepted the meal, and paid for the evening in a dozen tales of the Halls, of great wonders and actions performed by dwarven families, crews, and armies, all tales of success through cooperation and trust. Wonders and successes that would not and could not have occurred without everybody being and doing what they were supposed to do when they were supposed to do it.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He had not the bard's tongue for this endeavor, offering his tales in specifics, details as though building or assembly instructions. Planning, precision, and execution were important aspects of his tales. Gruff may have been his voice, but pride burned in his face as he spoke. He saved a bite of his pie for after the tales, a final sweet he spoke, to close the night. Thanking her for her hospitality at the end of the night, she could hear him lament, "Ah, if she could only grow a beard she would not be too tall, not at all."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryu Wojin</strong> on <strong>07-08-2019, 20:50:23</strong>
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				&lt;airship map will be provided soon!&gt;<br><br>The week would pass. Fargold would take onto consideration the points brought up at the meeting. <br><br>The Golden Hawk was fitted with 4 auto-reloading Ballistia that operated upon a swivel. Any who passed by the ship would occosionally see Fargold and Lexara working upon those attachments. Though over time, it would be less of Fargold and more of Lexara being assisted by Ophellia.<br><br>Fargold would see to a life raft being added, as well as an emergency kit that contained a dozen vials of featherfall potions.<br><br>Most research into any myths or legends would be met with nothing. Some mentions of a vile queen who took over the world. Or stories of there never being a sea. Or Adam and Eve stories back when the world believed there was one diety, and that an atrocious act by humanoid kind caused that deity to rip away immortality from them. Many many stories. All of which could be connected in one fashion or another. But it's more likely that they're just myths. Though they are fresh in your mind. And if they become relevant, you'll be able to call forth the information without consorting the library again.<br><br><hr><br>At the end if the week, you would all be shown onto the airship. A simple and efficient design. There was 3 floors. A cargo hold. Simply meant to carry resources and valuable. The crew and operations floor. There was a section of bunks for the crewmen of the Golden Hawk. But there is also guest rooms that spare privacy and room. These would be your rooms. A simple room however. A bed, chest, and a desk with a chair. The dining area had a small kitchen besides it. And to the front of the ship, you had a meeting room, followed by the Bridge. Finally, the last floor was the deck itself. A small cabin where you could ascend to the deck. Surrounding the cabin was the open deck where you can observe the skies and surrounding. Upon the deck were the Ballistia. 4 Ballistia that had the front left, front right, Back left, and back right areas covered.<br><br>After being ushered in, Fargold would start the takeoff procedures. Getting the ship in the air and traveling. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenFlame</strong> on <strong>08-08-2019, 17:24:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Lexara (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1948108)</span></div>(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/r1ijNvzpvdOgCeQARkfSJVpM5tU6vEGqfeTYQYlKqsdn07VFAveB7jmyq15fcFrmCrIR-ar7zcAb2MXaWb4UwvQ_-jQG_60LglhiIUKTFUO969aKEBpowUUYJPzgdsttE-qLaTSI-gw=w640-h853-no)</div><div class="floatright"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Enber (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1954308)</span></div>(https://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g5-M00-36-87-rBVaJFhk0QWAEjuLAAHaY7afgjE499.jpg/blue-dragon-100-full-drill-diy-diamond-painting.jpg)</div>Lexara is proud of her work. Quick to launch into an explanation of a technical marvel that is this ship, especially now with newly installed deffense system. Given in her exitmamnt she dose not acount for any background knowlage, or lack there of, possed by other temates.<br><br>On the other hand, Ember was rather excited to finally get moving. Sitting around on her ass was really getting annoying. Ones everyone on board and corse it's stabilized she conscripted Lexara to go and provide herself with some sun. Two of them approach Amalea. "So, looks we will be idle for a while. Unless some avian creature attacks us, that is." "Say, cabins are a single person, but what would you say about a little test of endurance? This may be your only chance to face a dragon in such competition"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>08-08-2019, 19:08:56</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/X0Yb6SU.jpg?1)</div><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Ophelia Avredanni (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1951899)</span><br><strong>HP</strong>:34/34&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Phantom</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1952418): in consciousness&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Status</strong>: +3 intimidate/survival, +4 mind affect saves<br><strong>AC</strong>:12&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Initiative</strong>: <br><strong>Actions:</strong> Strength check to hold onto mast for dear life<br><strong>Roll:</strong> Strength: 17 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=138477)<br><strong>damage:</strong> <br><hr><br>Ophelia had to admit, the lengths the dwarf had gone to for their dinner were quite admirable, the tiny man presenting himself every bit a gentleman. He had even again flexed his cleverness, listing an alias for her to cover her true identity, something she hadn't even thought about before but in that moment became so clear and obvious. She was no stranger to wine, though wasn't the best at holding her spirits, save for the more literal one she always bore. Still curiosity drove her towards the more exotic selections, intrigued by anything claiming to be elven in origin due to the implied fanciness. <br><br>Of course for as lovely as the dressings were, the meat of their meeting was less so. It did not surprise her that he so plainly addressed her...'condition', but it left her flustered all the same. Again she refused, with increasing firmness, to disclose any major details of her affliction, clearly for reasons more emotional than logical. However she did attempt to reassure him that whatever she carried with her, it was far different from the ravenous hordes plaguing the lands, and that if this necromancer were really strong enough to exert influence over it, then their power would be overwhelming enough that a turned spirit would be the very least of their worries. Aside from the awkwardly debated issue, the rest of the evening went well enough, but the princess had very clearly retreated back into her shyness, and while her opinion of the dwarf's character had improved, she was no less guarded around him. <br><br><hr><br>Even having helped with it'd modification, Ophelia still regarded the airship with an almost childish wonder. And as they actually took off from the ground, the sheltered girl couldn't help but let out a frightened shout, staring over the railing as the city got smaller and smaller beneath them unveiling a fear of heights previously unknown to her. Not even possessing sea legs, much less <em>air legs</em>, the poor princess finds herself crawling on hands and knees to make it to one of the center masts, hugging onto it for dear life as they reach their drifting altitude, shaking like a leaf in the wind all the while. <br><br>Having been again rendered mostly useless, Ophelia could do nothing on deck but watch as the others moved about with much more purpose. Seeing the others the princess would let out a nervous, awkward chuckle, trying her best to put on a brave face, "Oh! A competition is it? What kind? I would not mind participating as well..." she called over to Lexara, Ember, and Amalea, completely oblivious to the nature of the dragon's request. Honestly she was simply looking for something to distract her from her steadily mounting fear of flying. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>10-08-2019, 01:09:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/02/%22Rat%22.jpeg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Rat" Ratcliff Vander (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1cFr8PjgaKR0bQCeBh6ZGlstinqriTVdip7rSA7AS9EY/edit)</strong></span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Dinner with Ophelia held a fine memory for him, trust issues kept her from sharing, perhaps this was something that was a family secret,&nbsp; a personal embarrassment, or perhaps a familial embarrassment. He hadn't gotten details, information, or even a denial. She had assured him that he was safe with her near. Trust, trust had to be a part of the group dynamic. Could he trust her? The others were easier to trust, though he thought about that. Why? Because he saw her shadow? He knew nothing about them, Ok, trust them, he could do that, they were his team. The only thing missing here, was a beard on everyone of them. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; *****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; *****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; *****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; *****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; *****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; *****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Rat hadn't expected to get a lot, though his efforts for the week had been frustrating. Rediculous stories from sailors, what did he expect though. Then there was the stone-walling he had gotten from the coast base, "You don't have proper clearance for those reports," had been the common consensus, though "What attacks?" had been another grand response. And what tore him up was the human's uppity response about the races of the sea. Merfolk and sea elves bore the stigma of lesser creatures. Even the dwarves knew the importance of talking with and negotiating with your neighbors, gnomes of the foot hills, elves of the forest, halflings that roamed the plains and&nbsp; their little communities. They had even communicated with a goblin nation against the hobgoblin war troop that had swept the mountain range two centuries ago. "The enemy of my enemy should be squeezed for information." That was how the saying went. Arrogance. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; *****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; *****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; *****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; *****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; *****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; *****&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The Airship<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Rat reviewed the craft, the wonder of how it stayed aloft, the compression of gasses, the mechanics of flight propellers, the auto-loading firing toys, the components of the device, all taken into his mind. No he didn't understand them, yet, but he was looking. So many ideas, and he was just looking into it, once he was allowed access, he stowed his gear quickly and began listening to Lexara's point by point demonstration of each. Beautiful. He nodded his appreciation to Fargold as he saw and was given the tour of the life raft. Then the anchor ropes released, the stable platform that had been the airship, was now a dangling gondola beneath an air bag. Rat knew terror as he had never known before. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Ophelia had sprang to the mast as he had been tempted to do, yet his legs were slower to respond, stuck to the deck by fear as they were. Seeing her display of fear, he chose to holster his emotions and queasiness for appearances if no other reason. "I will be below." He wanted to say more, but feared a choice would be made for him that would cause someone else to have to wash the deck. He made his way to the lower decks carefully, especially careful of the placing of each step. Only a sheer force of will allowed him to make it down a deck before he snatched up a pail and crawled to his room. Green was not his color, he liked brown, good earthy, solid browns. His little mirror showed, he would be green for a while. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>10-08-2019, 03:40:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bf/Whip_the_king_of_fighters_drawn_by_okyou_sample-5bf6eb2609933f5ed891b4c6099f8fee.jpg)</div><strong>Amalea Legend</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1R2JnfzUtLjowgGnyftYF5rT5PefKgcB1t8fx3RXqF5A/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Test of Endurance, Lexara?" Amalea replied with naive curiosity.&nbsp; "I don't know what you have in mind, but who could say no to a chance to spend quality time with a dragon and his damsel?"&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She giggled, still a little bit giddy.&nbsp; The truth was that--while Rat didn't exactly seem to her to be romance material--he was a really <em>amazing</em> flirt and she would <em>adore</em> the chance to be the focus of his attention again.&nbsp; His stories were good, too, and Amalea had acquired a stack of cheap parchment at the last minute, sewn it into a cross book, and was transcribing notes of the stories he'd told her in her spare time.&nbsp; Legends of the Halls: Dwarven Tales of Community, Cooperation, and Victory!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenFlame</strong> on <strong>10-08-2019, 12:59:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Lexara (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1948108)</span></div>(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/r1ijNvzpvdOgCeQARkfSJVpM5tU6vEGqfeTYQYlKqsdn07VFAveB7jmyq15fcFrmCrIR-ar7zcAb2MXaWb4UwvQ_-jQG_60LglhiIUKTFUO969aKEBpowUUYJPzgdsttE-qLaTSI-gw=w640-h853-no)</div><div class="floatright"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Enber (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1954308)</span></div>(https://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g5-M00-36-87-rBVaJFhk0QWAEjuLAAHaY7afgjE499.jpg/blue-dragon-100-full-drill-diy-diamond-painting.jpg)</div>"His?" "Damsel?" The pair seems rather suprised by the choice of words. They quickly form a plan. "Oh, no. That's a lady dragon." Lexara walks over and slaps embers butt only to have the favour returned with a tail. "And you, a damsle? Come on" "Well, I am unmarried." "Yeah righr. Anyways I sure don't mind having a priness with us, you will have to losse this fancy garments of yours, but you wouldn't mind. Be sure, there won't be any man around. So, Lexara do you think you will ne joing as well?" "Maybe, I should try and get the Oracle to join in as well, go ahead and start with out me. You won't mind if I walk in on you" "I must currently won't, shell we go lasses?" Two of them had fun, with ember looking rather eager to go through with this 'competition'
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>10-08-2019, 15:58:01</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/X0Yb6SU.jpg?1)</div><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Ophelia Avredanni (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1951899)</span><br><strong>HP</strong>:34/34&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Phantom</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1952418): in consciousness&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Status</strong>: +3 intimidate/survival, +4 mind affect saves<br><strong>AC</strong>:12&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Initiative</strong>: <br><strong>Actions:</strong> <br><strong>Roll:</strong> <br><strong>damage:</strong> <br><hr><br>Ophelia noticed the dwarf's cautious gait as he made his way across the deck, managing to deduce that he was equally inexperienced with such air craft, even if he didn't seem as frightened as she was. She supposed that made sense, dwarves being even more ground-based than most, and the idea of retreating below deck was a good one to say the least. <br><br>Turning her attention back to the trio, Ophelia gave a nod, "ofcourse, they're not much fit for competition anyways..." the naive princess mused. Having to lose her garments...well it seemed sensical enough, one couldn't very well perform a contest in a dress. Would she have to don her armor then? Hmm, perhaps not. If it was a test of endurance than the heavy armor might prove a detriment rather than a boon. She had some more sporting clothes however that might work. She did find it odd that the tiny dragon emphasized not having any of the menfolk around, but didn't assume anything from it. <br><br>Still on wobbly knees, the princess would let go of the mast and end up crawling on hands and knees over to Ember and Amalea, no doubt giving Ember and Lexara further enticing ideas for their mischievous plans. When she reached them she would reach up to take Amalea's hand, forcing her way back to her feet, looking adorably childish as she held onto the much shorter woman for support, sheepishly following them below deck where the ground was at least a little bit more sturdy. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryu Wojin</strong> on <strong>15-08-2019, 00:21:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GYvAXj8.jpg)</div><strong>Fargold Heathfire</strong><br>Elven Male Gunslinger<br><br><strong>Current active effects</strong>:&nbsp; None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Airship<br><hr><br>Whilst able to lift off and start the airship going in the desired direction, he could leave the helm and give it to his second hand mate. Fargold would go to check on his comrades, seeing that they're all comfortable with air travel. Seeing the group gathering and talking of a competition was encouraging. They were getting along just fine. But he failed to see Inathall.<br><br>So he'd go to the room Inathall was dedicated, assuming to find her there. A knock upon the door. "Hey Inathall? Are you finding everything ok? Feeling ok? No motion sickness or anything?" He'll ask. He knows the form of transportion is relatively new and that most people aren't used to it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>15-08-2019, 23:41:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/26/Inathall.png)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Inathall Emberthorn</span></strong><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Oracle</span><br><hr><br>Inathall spent a great deal of time running down old stories of this sort...but in the end, they were just myths and legends and there wasn't anything that the Autumn Person thought she had really gained from reading them - maybe, if when they got to the island, they would be more useful then?&nbsp; She had arrived at Fargold's airship, the Golden Hawk, and found her room onboard.&nbsp; Lost in personal thought, she was interrupted by the owner's appearance.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=307618.msg15022118#msg15022118">Quote from: Ryu Wojin on 15-08-2019, 00:21:37</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hey Inathall? Are you finding everything ok? Feeling ok? No motion sickness or anything?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Oh, my apologies, Fargold."&nbsp; Inathall replied, standing.&nbsp; "I feel well enough to move around, I'm just...feeling a little self-disappointment, I guess.&nbsp; I had thought I would have learned more about this mysterious island than I did in my week's worth of searching old books and reading old stories...that's no reason to feel down now, though.&nbsp; Is everyone else up above?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>18-08-2019, 15:16:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bf/Whip_the_king_of_fighters_drawn_by_okyou_sample-5bf6eb2609933f5ed891b4c6099f8fee.jpg)</div><strong>Amalea Legend</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1R2JnfzUtLjowgGnyftYF5rT5PefKgcB1t8fx3RXqF5A/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Amalea blushed hard.&nbsp; She'd eaten several meals with Enber and been mistaken about her gender.&nbsp; "Oh!&nbsp; Sorry, I..." she stammered a bit more, then laughed-both at the antics f the two and at herself.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She cast sympathetic eyes to Ophelia when the princess crawled over to them.&nbsp; She quickly reached out to steady the warrior-girl to her feet.&nbsp; "Come on, let's get bellow decks.&nbsp; It'll be easier when you can't look over the railing, and I'm sure Enber will distract us beautifully."&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She flashed the dragon a smile, "Lead the way!"&nbsp; Then supported Ophelia in following her.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenFlame</strong> on <strong>18-08-2019, 18:13:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Lexara (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1948108)</span></div>(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/r1ijNvzpvdOgCeQARkfSJVpM5tU6vEGqfeTYQYlKqsdn07VFAveB7jmyq15fcFrmCrIR-ar7zcAb2MXaWb4UwvQ_-jQG_60LglhiIUKTFUO969aKEBpowUUYJPzgdsttE-qLaTSI-gw=w640-h853-no)</div><div class="floatright"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Enber (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1954308)</span></div>(https://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g5-M00-36-87-rBVaJFhk0QWAEjuLAAHaY7afgjE499.jpg/blue-dragon-100-full-drill-diy-diamond-painting.jpg)</div>"Alright then, you guy have fun." Lexara couldn't hide how much she enjoyed the situations. Ember will deffintly enjoy this sitesion and so she also was happy, by proxy. While a widome of a dragon was not to be underestimated, but right now. She was like a kid who just enticed with a promise of a new toy.<br><br>"I sure will" Ember herself was indeed exited. In fact, as the walks to her quarters, she was putting grate care to keep her tail covering her junk in fear of showing off her excitement. Just like always she was walking on all fours.<br><br>Ones in the room she reached below her belly with her claw and undone her bags. Letting them fall to the ground. "Alright, looks like I'm ready for the compersion. Princess, you really should let go of those fancy garments of yours. They may limit your movements, and we will be moving quite a lot."<br><br>Lexara was unable to find Inathall on the deck so she headed below. Already fairly familiar with the layout of the ship, finding her room wasn't too difficult for her. Oh, Fargold was already there, no matter, she will make her attempt. "Oh hi you two. I hope I'm not interuptting anything. Ember is throwing a little ladies night, would you like to join us Inathall?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryu Wojin</strong> on <strong>18-08-2019, 18:41:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GYvAXj8.jpg)</div><strong>Fargold Heathfire</strong><br>Elven Male Gunslinger<br><br><strong>Current active effects</strong>:&nbsp; None<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Lexara, Inathall<br><hr><br>A blush upon his cheeks. A scratch of the backside of his head. "Right. I'll leave yous to it then. I'll make sure the men don't peep either. Does Rat know?... <em>Maybe you shouldn't tell him?</em>" Fargold trusted his allies. But while peeping upon the ladies may be seen as a life or death scenario for him, he's not so sure if his chivalry is shared with Rat.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>19-08-2019, 18:55:36</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/X0Yb6SU.jpg?1)</div><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Ophelia Avredanni (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1951899)</span><br><strong>HP</strong>:34/34&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Phantom</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1952418): in consciousness&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Status</strong>: +3 intimidate/survival, +4 mind affect saves<br><strong>AC</strong>:12&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Initiative</strong>: <br><strong>Actions:</strong> <br><strong>Roll:</strong> <br><strong>damage:</strong> <br><hr><br>"heheh...thank you kindly..." Ophelia laughed awkwardly as she had to use the smaller girl as a crutch to get below deck. Once below she could feel a bit more sturdiness in the floor below, but she could still feel the faint rocking of the ship as it sliced through the clouds. It was manageable for now though, and in an attempt to save face Ophelia would stand up straight and attempt to walk with a fluid, refined gait, "yes, I do believe I'm much better now" she cooed, giving Amalea's hand a gentle squeeze in thanks before stepping off on her own power...more or less...<br><br>Ophelia hadn't really taken note of their cabins before it was time to take off, allowing one of the crew members to bring in her things earlier, and it was....cozy. That was the polite term for it yes? She didn't wish to sound spoiled, but she couldn't help but notice how her accommodations only kept getting smaller and shabbier as this journey went by, and as unimportant as she'd admit it was, it was still difficult to forget that she was, in fact, a princess, and these were, in fact, not princess lodgings, "You know, looking at it now, I'm not sure how fit these rooms are to physical activity. I don't see how we'll be able to move around without being practically on top of one another..." she mused, blushing quite maidenly when the dragon instructed her to strip down, "oh...well...I mean. I don't think my undergarments are that much more fit for exercise..." she mused, realizing she probably should have excused herself to go change. Well, it was only women here right? So it's not like it should matter too much. Right?<br><br>Still blushing Ophelia undid the buttons of her dress and reached down to slowly peel it up off of her, smoothly revealing inch after tantalizing inch of her voluptuous body. The other two girls would rather quickly see what she meant when she said her garments weren't fit for competition. While she did pack more plain, flexible underwear that would be more practical, she had a habit of wearing more fanciful garments, and so without really thinking she had donned a more...<em>elaborate</em> assortment that morning, the princess standing before them with her pale curves wrapped enticingly in silk and lace, looking every bit a sweet slice of cake. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>23-08-2019, 02:11:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/26/Inathall.png)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Inathall Emberthorn</span></strong><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Oracle</span><br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=307618.msg15028448#msg15028448">Quote from: GreenFlame on 18-08-2019, 18:13:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Oh hi you two. I hope I'm not interuptting anything. Ember is throwing a little ladies night, would you like to join us Inathall?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I would entertain the notion, but I would like to know more about what this 'ladies' night' entails.&nbsp; I'm afraid being an Oracle doesn't always easily lend oneself to entertainment pursuits, though I know enough history that I can tell a good story..."&nbsp; She slowly stood, her legs complaining as she did.&nbsp; She knew that, in time, while her legs would still ache, they would grow strong in other ways, but she was simply not there yet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Haunting of the Savage Seas [Chapter 1]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenFlame</strong> on <strong>23-08-2019, 10:29:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Lexara (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1948108)</span></div>(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/r1ijNvzpvdOgCeQARkfSJVpM5tU6vEGqfeTYQYlKqsdn07VFAveB7jmyq15fcFrmCrIR-ar7zcAb2MXaWb4UwvQ_-jQG_60LglhiIUKTFUO969aKEBpowUUYJPzgdsttE-qLaTSI-gw=w640-h853-no)</div><div class="floatright"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Enber (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1954308)</span></div>(https://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g5-M00-36-87-rBVaJFhk0QWAEjuLAAHaY7afgjE499.jpg/blue-dragon-100-full-drill-diy-diamond-painting.jpg)</div>If Ophelia was a slice of cake. Ember was a staving wolf waiting to take a bite. At first, she allowed her to undress at her own paste. Give a little show for the two girls. However, when it was all done, she still had some clothes on. Most definitely unfit for physical exercise. "Getting on top of one another, I most surely wouldn't mind." Ember nearly shouted as she leapt at the princess. The dragon grabbed her wrists and pinned her against the wall. Wooden planks not only left her to pray with no place to escape, but they also provided the support she needed to stand upright. "Allow me to make you a little more exercise ready." She said with a very flirtatious voice as her tile moved. She slipped it into the fancy undergarments from the top and pushed down. Pulling the fancy clothing all the way to the group. Her eyes quickly oriented themselves at nearly uncovered neater regions, while her own pussy lips were getting moist with excitement.<br><br>Lexara had a quick telepathic exchange with her partner before replying to the oracle. Without Ember, she had to rely on her own charm to convince Initial, a lesbian orgy with all the girls in the group is indeed a good idea. "It is mostly about getting to know each other, more intimately than we could with the man around and watching. There will be even some physical exercise. In fact, this whole thing starts with Ember wanting to test her endurance against Amelia. You really should join us, it will definitely be a night to be remembered." Lexara explained. Avoiding stating the exact nature of the meeting, but having heavily hinted at it. Hopefully, this made for good enough pitch.
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