Acquisitions Incorporated: Preliminary Ventures (Group One IC)
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				Title: <strong>Acquisitions Incorporated: Preliminary Ventures (Group One IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>13-02-2018, 10:17:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://dungeonsmaster.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/yawning-portal-01.jpg)<br><div align="center"><em>Main Room of the Yawning Portal inn</em></div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>First Day on the Job!</strong></span></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Days, maybe even weeks ago, each of you offered your resumes to a man you had been assured was a recruiter for the <del>famed</del> acknowledged adventuring company, Acquisitions Incorporated. Even though you were assured "don't <em>Sending</em> us, we'll <em>Sending</em> you," you still regularly checked in at the Yawning Portal Inn, just to see if there had been any movement on your application.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Just as you were about to lose hope, eureka! The next time you showed up at the tavern, you met with Heuvar Lumberdonfle, a gnomish bard, famed explorer, rumored Harper, and all-around extremely drunk guy. he had word from his subcontractor (whatever that means) that after a recent <del>mishap</del> mutually amicable downsizing, Acquisitions Incorporated was seeking a team of new interns. That's you! And also some bard named Stephanie, whose application had been floating around the offices for like, a year and a half no matter how often it got ahem, <em>lost</em>. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At any rate, Huevar had instructed each of you to meet him at the Yawning Portal at sunset on Third-Day. When you arrived, he was too drunk to fish, and told you "curmbughumurruh" which after some debate, was agreed to mean "come back tomorrow." Either that or he was telling you the name of some demon lord?<div class="floatright">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/925d184b4cfc8a8acf8a4b312ba19312/tumblr_oqec3lF1MO1utyn51o1_1280.jpg)(https://68.media.tumblr.com/54d75b8812b3fbcb4d938e9740d52d2d/tumblr_oqec3lF1MO1utyn51o2_500.jpg)<br><div align="center"><em>Huevar and his companion</em></div></div><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So here you are, at the Yawning Portal Inn. It's Fourth-Day, the sun is setting, and the raucous night-crowd is already starting to show up at the inn. Word is that some young adventuring party is going to take the plunge into the eponymous gigantic hole into the Undermountain that dominates the tavern's main room; people are already taking bets on how many will come back up. Odds are not in their favor.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And oh look; Huevar is settled nicely on a very lovely and very busty human woman's lap, strumming his lute as he no doubt tells all sorts of amazing lies about himself while resting his head against that bosom. Curled at her feet and gnawing a rib bone is Huevar's.. cat? Weasel? You're not sure what it is, but he calls it Prashtanda. When he catches sight of you, he doffs his hat and waves it like a flag. <strong>"Ahoy, my good friends! How fortuitous that you join me! I thought we were on for yesterday, though... No matter! Today is as lucky as yesterday, only here it is!"</strong> What? <strong>"Now, shall I throw you right into it, or do you have questiummmmms..."</strong> he trails off as his lady-friend begins playing with his hair,, sicne the flamboyant gnome hasn't replaced his hat yet. <strong>"Ahem! Questions, yes, right! Where were we?" </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Acquisitions Incorporated: Preliminary Ventures (Group One IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Illven</strong> on <strong>14-02-2018, 06:39:55</strong>
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				(https://i.imgur.com/B86vbBz.jpg)<br><br>Stephanie giggles as she looks at the gnome. The gnome, totally... And not the beautiful woman behind him.<br><br>Well you know. You were kinda drunk out of your mind, and you told us to come back tomorrow. She replied.<br><br>Actually... She says with a slight blush on her cheeks. Where were you yesterday, I would have remembered you... I mean... um... you've got quite a <br>&nbsp;presence... I mean....<br><br>I've been hearing about the underdark, is that where we're going? Stephanie replied beet red now.
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				Post by: <strong>sullivanthedreadlord</strong> on <strong>14-02-2018, 17:00:29</strong>
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				An attractive female Tiefling walked into the bar. Some men looked her way as she saunted her way over to the drunk gnome. She was wearing simple clothes that spoke of her being some sort of librarian or sage type. The only thig that stood out about her outfit was that she allowed plenty of cleavage to show as her chest had a slight bounce and sway as she moved. She had a look of utmost confidnce on her face as she walked into the room. She had small curved horns at the top of her head that seemed to add to the over all sexy look as a tail swished behind her back and forth. Only if some one looked close enough could it be seen that her skin has a some what scaled looked to it.<br><br>She stepped up next to the other person and looked at her before she looked back to the drunk gnome sitting on the womans lap. She eyed them both with a grin on her face. "Well I am glad to see that I am not late to the party. I so look forward to this....adventure you have for us." Any thing was better than spending all day reading musty old books.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Acquisitions Incorporated: Preliminary Ventures (Group One IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>15-02-2018, 11:14:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/StaciePost.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Stacie Anne Bloodglut</span></span><br>Level 1 Human Barbierian (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1481525)</div><hr><br>Stacie was quite eager to hear word of her application - the writing of which she'd had help with, since she'd never been very quick with letters, or words, or numbers, for that matter.&nbsp; Luckily, there were always clever young men hanging about eager to give her a ready hand whenever she needed a bit of the three r's done.&nbsp; As a result, of course, AcInq had received a brilliantly written application of impeccable spelling, grammar and intelligent wordage on behalf of the barbarian girl.&nbsp; Those smart young men were always eager to do their best for the busty, sweet-natured - if a bit dim - blonde girl.<br><br>Despite having been to the inn&nbsp; multiple times - whenever she remembered over the months she'd been waiting - she very nearly lost her way and, consequently, arrived a bit later than the others.&nbsp; She ducked as she entered, standing well above the majority of the men and women in town, let alone those in the bar that evening.&nbsp; Dressed in little more than armored scraps of hide that molded tight over her large breasts and draped around her full hips to dangle at the fore and aft of her pelvis, she drew stares as the south draws a bird that feels the first hints of frost.<br><br>Oblivious to the spectacle she made of herself by simply existing, she padded across the room on bare feet, tossing the shining mass of her thick blonde mane back from her unaccountably pretty face.&nbsp; She flashed a delighted smile at the sight of the gnome bard and the others who stood at his table.<br><br>"Hi!"&nbsp; Her voice was a lilting, breezy, perky trill like some exotic bird, the accent of the Valley tribes - best known for their horses - evident in even that single, short word.&nbsp; Her clear blue eyes move from the gnome to the other two women standing at the table, and then back to the bard, brow furrowing as she tries to follow what he's saying.&nbsp; After a brief struggle trying to decipher 'fortuitous', she decided it was a fancy term for fruit and looked around.<br><br>"Well, I am hungry and kinda tired of rabbit and squirrel.&nbsp; I think fortuitous would be yummy."<br><br>Her attention, limited as it was, returned to the gnome and she nibbled thoughtfully at her pouting bottom lip, certain that there were questions she <em>ought</em> to ask, but quite unsure what they might be.<br><br>"Uhm...are you going with us...wherever we're, like, going?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Acquisitions Incorporated: Preliminary Ventures (Group One IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Illven</strong> on <strong>15-02-2018, 21:34:49</strong>
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				Stephanie let out a delighted moan as the buxom tiefling, and gorgeous barbarian came over by her. Completely unable to suppress a shiver of delight as the barbarian started speaking, Stephanie with a wide grin on her face started patting her lap, offering it as a seat for one of the ladies.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Acquisitions Incorporated: Preliminary Ventures (Group One IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>15-02-2018, 22:08:44</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The girl serving as a chair for the gnome was about to say something saucy back to Stephanie from the look of it, but it was replaced with convcern when the woman started moaning and patting herself. "Are... Are you okay, miss? Huevar, do you think she needs a doctor?"<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"Huh?"</strong> The gnome replied, looking from the girl to Stephanie. He blinked slowly, then waved a hand. <strong>"Pfft, nah she's <em>fine</em>, just first day jitters."</strong> He strummed a bit on his lute, and was about to say more when Stacie approached. His jaw dropped briefly. <strong>"Mother of magic, you must be the other three new hires!"</strong> he laughed at his own joke, tilting his head back to see if his companion was also laughing. She was still giving Stephanie a concerned look. oh well.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"The underdark? Well, now, well now,"</strong> he mused, stroking one long mustache. <strong>"Wouldn't that be an adventure and a half? Probably a brief one, though, and I'd have to fill out forms and insurance claims and... no, no, not the Underdark. Excuse me, Denna! Watch Lucille for me, eh?"</strong> he said, sliding out of his comfy lap, leaving his lute behind. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To each of the hires in turn, he passed out a large coin. it seemed to be of a cheap metal of some sort, stamped on one side with the Acquisitions Incorporated logo and "Admit One," and on the other with Jim Darkmagic's winking face, two doves, and "not legal tender in Baldur's gate." <strong>"No, first, you're going to go through a quick training exercise, here in Waterdeep. Just to bring you up to speed on company standards and practices. It's easy as pie, nothing to worry about. Just a little time out of your day, and report back here!"</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When Stacie asks if he's coming, his mustache bristles a bit. <strong>"What? Garl's Golddigging Girlfriend, no, that place is a fucking deathtrap! Here's how you get there!"</strong> he begins detailing directions to this training area, glancing at each intern to make sure they're following. After a few glances at Stacie's expression, he signs and begins just drawing a map. Meanwhile, Denna has gotten up and moved over to Stephanie, chjecking her forehead for fever with the back of her hand, and wearing a concerned pout.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Acquisitions Incorporated: Preliminary Ventures (Group One IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Illven</strong> on <strong>15-02-2018, 22:23:38</strong>
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				Stephanie probably feels a little warm, from all the blush creeping on her cheeks, as the two babes stand to her sides, and as Denna leans over Stephanie. Stephanie uses the angle to keep glancing at her chest. Before flicking back to her face.<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Pre... pretty ladies...</span> Stephanie says half mesmerized. What's... um.. what's your name... um... She starts her eyes flicking back down to Denna's chest.
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				Post by: <strong>marauder13</strong> on <strong>16-02-2018, 03:33:41</strong>
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				Roondar was trying his best to keep his spirits high, as his patron Goddess, Lliira, sought for all the creatures than walked the material plane. He knew he had been given a most challenging task to achieve this end, given the nature of Malk, the overly stubborn donkey that he had been burdened with. The bedraggled looking animal had a mind of its own, and the overwhelming desire to make decisions for itself, most of them contrary to Roondar's. But the beast was compliant in one regard, in that the beast never tried to dislodge any of the load he was carrying.<br><br>So it was that Roondar arrived at Waterdeep one day later than he had planned. He had heard many tales of the great city, but none of them matched up with the reality presented to him. It was a lot more dour than he expected, and the people seemed not to be as happy as he would have expected. People were always serious about their business, and it was right a proper for them to be that way at those times, but he got the feeling that they did not spend much, if anytime, experiencing the joy that Lliira made available to them. It made him sad that people would not take the time to enjoy what life had to offer them. If he was not otherwise busy, he would have started showing the folk of the great city what they were missing out on.<br><br>He took a few minutes to get Malk moving once again, as the animal decided that it was perfectly happy standing where it was. Roondar knew that he had no ability to move the stubborn animal if it really decided against the gnome's course of action, but he suspected that the Donkey merely got bored with the repeated pulls of his harness and the continual pleading to be kind and help him out.<br><br>So, it was with great relief that he handed Malk over to the stable hand, and quickly hurried to meet with the individual who was handling his application to join Acquisitions Incorporated. Once through the door, he paused for a moment to get his bearings, and took little time to find the group he was meant to join. He threaded his way through the throng of much larger individuals, finally to find a fellow gnome conversing with three much larger females. Roondar swallowed, and looked up at the trio, taking in all their various identifying traits, before tearing his gaze back to someone of a more sensible size and stature.<br><br>"So sorry I am late. My pack donkey decided to spend too long in a field of fresh grass, and no matter how I tried to get it to change its mind, it just refused. Hi, I am Roondar Nackle, Priest of Lliira. Have I missed much?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Acquisitions Incorporated: Preliminary Ventures (Group One IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>18-02-2018, 11:20:38</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The girl blinks and gets a mischievous smile. "Well, miss, <em>I'm</em> Denna... and the ladies you're addressing are Rose, and Lily," she pokes the soft exposed flesh, dimpling first her left breast, then her right. "Why don't you say hi?" And before Stephanie can say or do anything, Denna laces her fingers into the bard's hair and tugs her forwards, smothering her into that expansive cleavage, and giving a quick little shimmy. She's warm, soft, and has a faint fragrance of of lavender. There's a final bounce of "lily" and "rose' against Stephanie's nose as Denna laughs and pulls away. "You're right, she's just <em>fine</em>!" She winked at Stephanie. "I've got a few more tables to tend, Huevar, thank you for the song!" She blows the flamboyant gnome a kiss, pokes a no doubt stunned Stephanie on the nose, and flounces off, laughing again.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Huevar was so engrossed in telling the recruits about the harrowing journey they would take from here, to a building a few blocks away, that he seemed to not notice. Among the perils they would face are horses, wagon drovers with wide blind spots, and one particularly aggressive tomcat. Roondar catches some of this and understands; the world of gnomes is a dangerous place! Huevar notices his fellow and offers Roondar a flash of a grin. <strong>"Not late at all, just in time in fact!"</strong> and he flips the cleric one of those "admit one" coins. he looked then to Stephanie <strong>"Did <em>you</em> get all that?"</strong> The mischievous glint in his eyes indicating he <em>didn't</em> miss his companion's treatment of the other bard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Acquisitions Incorporated: Preliminary Ventures (Group One IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>18-02-2018, 11:45:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/StaciePost.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Stacie Anne Bloodglut</span></span><br>Level 1 Human Barbierian (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1481525)</div><hr><br>Stacie looks sweetly confused at the gnome's joke and glances behind her, as if expecting two more people to be there.&nbsp; She might be bad at numbers and such, but she at least knew one was different from three.&nbsp; Not seeing anyone else, she turns back and looks quite concerned, bending a bit to whisper to the gnome.&nbsp; "I don't wanna embarrass you, Mister.&nbsp; Desna knows I have trouble with math and stuff, so I totally get how bad it feels to have your mistakes pointed out and junk...but, I'm just one person, not three...see?"&nbsp; She holds up a hand, and raises three fingers, pointing to each one in turn as she counts aloud.&nbsp; "One, two, three..."&nbsp; Then she points one finger at herself with an encouraging smile.&nbsp; "One..."<br><br>Straightening, confident she had helped the poor, addled bard, she tosses her hair back over her shoulder.&nbsp; Her eyes drop to the other gnome who joins them and she flashes him a wide, sparkling smile full of straight, white teeth.&nbsp; "Hi!&nbsp; I'm Stacie Anne Bloodglut of the Sweet Valley P'shawrite tribe."<br><br>Her attention shifts back to Huevar and she sits so that she won't get a crick in her neck from staring down at him.&nbsp; Taking her coin, she turns it over in her fingers as she tries to follow his description of the so-called perils, that didn't sound so perilous to her.&nbsp; Studying the man on the back of the coin for a minute, she finally looks up in time to wave goodbye to the bar wench, then looks back to Huevar, brow furrowing and her lower lip plumping into a thoughtful pout.<br><br>"I don't get it.&nbsp; Is the cat like...really big or somethin'?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Acquisitions Incorporated: Preliminary Ventures (Group One IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Illven</strong> on <strong>19-02-2018, 05:21:22</strong>
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				Stephanie had her glasses pressed on her face. Their was a little bit of pain, but Denna's developed chest enveloped her. As she poked the stunned, grinning and now silent Stephanie on the nose, Stephanie's gaze follows Denna's rack.<br><br>"Huh I'm sorry... Um what did you say?" Stephanie remarked turning back to the gnome blush on her cheeks. <em>Oh gods, they're all going to think I'm some sort of creepy perv!</em> She worried in her mind, she really wished she could give Luce a squeeze right now.<br><br>Turning to Stacie, Stephanie smiled warmly as butterflies fluttered in her stomach.<br><br>Cats are sometimes known as the wizard's bane. She explains leaning in closely unable to help herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Acquisitions Incorporated: Preliminary Ventures (Group One IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>20-02-2018, 03:38:33</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Heuvar blinked at Stacie, and for a moment was going to explain the joke... but then she batted her big blue eyes, and there was a bit of bouncing as she sat down, and so on... He doffed his hat (again!) and gave the barbarian a little bow. <strong>"Right you are, m'lady. Old Huevar's never been the best with numbers. And it's a roof rabbit large enough to carry off a modestly-sized pech, is what it is!"</strong> he does not take time to explain what a pech might be. When Stephanie expresses puzzlement next, he takes a breath, letting it out slowly. What did he do to annoy Tymora this morning... <em>oh right, that</em>.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For a second time, Huevar runs through the directions towards the Acquisitions Incorporated 'training grounds," explaining - <em>carefully</em> - that it will be a test of team cohesion, cleverness, and acquisitioneering. Which is now a word. he then presses a bar napkin with a crude map of the southern noble and northern docks district into Roondar's hands, and waves you all off. <strong>"Go on then! And one more thing, very important!"</strong> He pauses for effect. <strong>"<em>Don't die</em>. if you die, I don't get the finder's fee, you know."</strong> he tapped the side of his rather prodigious nose, then sticks out both hands, thumbs upraised. <strong>"Go team!"</strong><br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was a a fairly short trip; there were indeed wagons and horses, and a rather large tomcat <em>was</em> snoozing on a windowsill, but otherwise totally uneventful. The lot of you set out towards the northern end of the Docks District. It's not as seedy as you might think, at least away from the waterfront. a lot of warehouses, small shops, and the sort of dive bars that cater to young nobles who don't actually want to go to a dive bar (The Waxed Staff is hosting <em>Match In Dragons</em> - you've never heard of them.) Huevar's directions pan out, and you find yourselves in a dingy, cobbled alleyway, looking at a heavy wooden door, just like every other wooden door you passed on the way, except for a brass plate over a keyhole, bearing the Acquisitions, Inc logo, and a bronze plaque next to the door reading "Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking Facility."<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;What now?&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Acquisitions Incorporated: Preliminary Ventures (Group One IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Illven</strong> on <strong>20-02-2018, 06:06:05</strong>
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				Stephanie will walk up.<br><br>Um. So Stacie. What made you decide to um join Acquisitions incorporated? She asked as she knocked on the door.
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				Post by: <strong>sullivanthedreadlord</strong> on <strong>20-02-2018, 06:59:11</strong>
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				Mia Rosenberg the Tiefling walked up behind then and cross her arms across her chest under her bosom and looked at the others there. "Hello there. I am Mia. I don't know about either you but I joined to for some excitement and adventure." She grinned lightly. "No better way to test ones magic than to go up against more and more dangerous foes." She chuckled lightly as she walked up behind the strongest looking one. "So I wonder what we will be facing here...." She trailed off as she looked at the door before them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Acquisitions Incorporated: Preliminary Ventures (Group One IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>20-02-2018, 10:09:41</strong>
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				The knock garnered no reply, though the door seemed loosely-seated in the jamb. Close inspection reveals scrapes on the wood around the door, a few scorchmarks, and a crude drawing of a goblin with a massive erection labeled "Blerkus wuz here" with the E's all backwards scrawled near the bottom of the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Acquisitions Incorporated: Preliminary Ventures (Group One IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>20-02-2018, 10:17:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/StaciePost.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Stacie Anne Bloodglut</span></span><br>Level 1 Human Barbierian (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1481525)</div><hr><br>Stacie had spent the walk looking around with open curiosity, and had even briefly darted away from the group to stroke the sleeping cat with a wide smile.&nbsp; Planting a kiss on its nose, she rejoined the others and allowed them to lead the way to their destination, trusting that the gnome with the map knew where they were going.<br><br>When they reached the door, she peered at the brass plaque and tilted her head, full lips moving slightly as she silently sounded out the words stamped in it.&nbsp; Well, enough to figure out that they were where they were meant to be, then she peers up at the building the door is set in.<br><br>"Oh...well, it just seemed like a good idea, ya'know?&nbsp; I've never had to fill out an application to fight stuff before, but I figure that means they only want the best of the best, ya'know?&nbsp; Well, that probably means that I'm gonna get really good real fast, and then I can free my people and stuff.&nbsp; Why'd you join?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Acquisitions Incorporated: Preliminary Ventures (Group One IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Illven</strong> on <strong>20-02-2018, 16:57:47</strong>
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				Stephanie who had shot the cat pure venom in a gaze as it earned a kiss from Stacie, started looking as Mia and Stacie stuck close together.<br><br>Aw! I'm so sorry. She spoke to Stephanie, opening her arms wide and offering the girl a hug for no ulterior motive whatsoever.<br><br>Oh um.... Well the benefits are actually really good for full members you know? She offers rubbing the back of her neck.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>sullivanthedreadlord</strong> on <strong>20-02-2018, 17:23:17</strong>
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				Her gaze move between the two of them. She crosses her across her chest and bit her lower lip lightly. She tilted her head to the side as she seemed to be deep in thought. "I came for the adventure. You can only spend so much time looking through musyu old book before you crave adventure and excitement."<br><br>She chuckled lightly. "I got bored of spending all day stuck up in a library with old men and their rambling lectures." She wondered what they where going to be facing in this adventure.&nbsp; Her right hand came up and she idly played with a strand of her dark hair.
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				Post by: <strong>marauder13</strong> on <strong>21-02-2018, 02:35:22</strong>
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				The walk to the door had been filled with all the dangers that a city full of humans was known for. But the map helped them get there without any issues, as no one makes a better map than a gnome does, and any sensible group will let the gnome navigate for them, even if someone else actually leads. Given the trio of humans - correction, two humans and a tiefling, it was wisest to let one of them, or preferably the one called Stacy, to lead the way. Under advisement.<br><br>All good adventurers needed someone to heal those little scraps and bruises that were collected during their outings, and more importantly, given the tales he had heard from many of veteran of such exciting tales, that morale was an even greater issue. Delving into dark (not the absences of light kind of dark) places seemed to put a dampener on the bright outlooks of the brave and intrepid souls. Who better than one of Lliira's own to make sure that they remained buoyant in spirits when times looked dire.<br><br>There was one... interesting outcome of being a member of that particular group. Roondar noticed he was the only male present, and all the other females were nice to look at, even the Tiefling. But, given the height differences, his eyesight was on the same level as their... well, their backsides. And in the case of the barbarian's, a mostly exposed one. A mighty fine looking one too, he had to admit. It was a pity she was not a sensible sized woman, for if she was, he would be interested in seeing if she liked a handsome specimen of a fine race such as himself. But, that was not the reason for joining the group. He was there to see more of the world, and Acquisitions Incorporated had teams almost everywhere looking into all manner of mysteries, adventures and quests.<br><br>"Hmmm... This is the right place. Guess we better knock."<br><br>Roondar took the lower end of his staff and bashed it against the door a few times, generating a loud noise with each blow.<br><br>He turned to look up at his fellow adventurers. "I am going to end all of this with strong neck muscles for all the times I will need to look up to speak with the rest of you. I joined because adventurers always need someone to heal them of their injuries, as well as having the spirits lifted when times are bad. Plus, I can spread the joy of my beloved Patron Lliira to those who are lacking that lightness in their hearts. Everyone needs to have some time to experience joy, and I will remind them, and show them how."<br><br>Roondar bashed the door twice more, not taking his eyes off the ladies in his presence.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Acquisitions Incorporated: Preliminary Ventures (Group One IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>22-02-2018, 03:58:06</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For decades this door has stood. Once it was the back entry to a nice bakery, before hard times had put the owner out of business. For years it languished , sheltering the occasional rough sleeper in this alleyway, or taking a coat of ugly paint from the occasional attempts at renovation the locals went through. All that changed three years ago, when the property was purchased and expanded by Acquisitions Incorporated. Since then, this once-mighty maple portal has been beaten, bashed, kicked, smashed, prised, burned, bludgeoned, and hacked. it has been defaced, disassembled, even once defenestrated. Its lock has been picked innumerable times despite never actually being locked, and once, only once, did someone actually turn the knob. It's been a rough three years for this door, but there has always been one more pot of glue, one more <em>Mending</em> spell.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Until now.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Roondar, though he might not know it, was the last foe this storied door would ever face. When he rapped on the wood, the hinges rattled and creaked... and his final bash on the bottom caused something to crack. The door wobbled, teetered, and ultimately careened, falling off its hinges inward, to crash against the stone floor, sending shards and flinders of wood everywhere. Alas, the door was no more.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Do not weep for the door. It feels no love nor pain; it is but a door.<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Beyond the doorway it is dark; there's a bit of dust in the air, though that might just be from what the door kicked up. Upon entry, there is a <em>FWOOMPF</em> noise as a pair of torches light up in <em><strong>GREEN FLAME</strong></em> behind a table... smaller fwoomps light up other torches of a more normal color, providing plenty of light for the four of you to operate by.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Just ahead of you is a table, with a stack of liability waivers; or at least it used to be a stack; papers are scattered every which way, the ink wells upended, and splashes of black ink are dried everywhere.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Perception DC 15</div><div class="spoiler_body">If you check around , a few of the "ink splashes" actually appear to be tiny four-fingered clawed handprints.</div></div><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Not far from the table is a metal turnstile that blocks the entrance to the next room. Atop the turnstile is a large coin slot that says "ADMIT ONE" around it, same as the tokens you received. A cheap wooden cutout of Jim Darkmagic stands next to the turnstile, holding one wand at about gnome-height. A speech bubble says "You must be this tall to participate!" At least his wand <em>would</em> be about gnome-height, if it weren't broken off and rammed through Jim's knee. A black twirly mustache is painted on Jim's face<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There's a faint smell of urine in the air.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Acquisitions Incorporated: Preliminary Ventures (Group One IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Illven</strong> on <strong>22-02-2018, 08:55:27</strong>
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				I think we put the coins into the slot to get to the trial, what do you think? Stephanie asks brightly, as she walks over to start examining the liability forms.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Acquisitions Incorporated: Preliminary Ventures (Group One IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>22-02-2018, 09:38:49</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Waivers are mostly smeared with ink. However they look like the ones you already filled out in your initial application. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<em>This waiver of liability (the 'waiver') executed on </em>(DATE_HERE)<em> by </em>(APPLICANT'S NAME)<em> in favor of Acquisitions Incorporated, Waterdeep division and its directors, officers, employees, agents, and eldritch mechanisms.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I acknowledge that this activity may involve a test of a person's physical, mental, and magical limits. I further acknowledge that it carries with it the possibility of serious injury, death, or property loss. The risks include but are not limited to, those caused by terrain, facilities, ghost sharks, dehydration, dungeon-style hazards and obstacles ('traps'), and vehicular traffic, as well as the actions of other people and myself. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I </em>(APPLICANT'S_NAME)<em> hereby assume all the risks in participating in the Acquisitions Incorporated Limited Internship Opportunity &amp; Outreach Program ('AILIOOP'), including (as examples and not by way of limitation): any risks arising from negligence or carelessness on the part of the entity being released; any damage or extraplanar hazards brought about by releasing entities; defective or dangerous equipment or property; loss of life, limb, sanity, virginity, or dignity due to any circumstance, forseen, unforseen, or auguried; Mind-flaying; improper use of an owlbear...</em><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And the list just goes on. Industry-standard stuff, you were assured!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Acquisitions Incorporated: Preliminary Ventures (Group One IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>22-02-2018, 09:50:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/StaciePost.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Stacie Anne Bloodglut</span></span><br>Level 1 Human Barbierian (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1481525)</div><hr><br>The offer of the hug just seems to confuse her, as she glances behind herself to see if there were someone back there.&nbsp; Turning back, she finds herself distracted by the gnome who slays the door and follows them into the room to peer around curiously.<br><br>Oblivious to the handprints, and paying no attention to the papers, she walks over to the wooden statue of the handsome magician and studies it briefly, before turning to the slot.&nbsp; Her fingers dip into the warm cleft between her large breasts and draw out the coin she'd been given by the bard.&nbsp; Without hesitation, she slots the coin into the hole and steps back, tilting her head as she waits to see what happens.'
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Acquisitions Incorporated: Preliminary Ventures (Group One IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>25-02-2018, 07:38:53</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There's a quiet clatter as the token enters the machine, then there's a <em>ker-clunk</em> from inside the contraption, and the bars blocking the way seem to loosen. From a metal grille on the wall that had gone unnoticed until now came a flat, robotic voice, indeterminate if male or female.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><em>"Welcome... </em><strong>STACIE-ANNE BLOODGLUT</strong><em>... Please enter... the testing... facility."</em></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Acquisitions Incorporated: Preliminary Ventures (Group One IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Illven</strong> on <strong>27-02-2018, 02:51:31</strong>
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				Oh I guess just put in our coins. Stephanie replies bounding up and dropping her coin in, trying to ignore how close she was to such a pretty lady.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Acquisitions Incorporated: Preliminary Ventures (Group One IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sullivanthedreadlord</strong> on <strong>27-02-2018, 15:22:01</strong>
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				She watched the other before she moved forth and slid her coin through the slot as well. She crossed her arms across her chest and pondered for a moment. She didn't know about the others or how good they where but at least she would get a good demonstration today.<br><br>"So we have to pass some kind of test..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Acquisitions Incorporated: Preliminary Ventures (Group One IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>03-03-2018, 09:04:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><em>"Welcome... </em><strong>STEPHANIE VON SMIDGEN</strong><em>... Please enter... the testing... facility."</em><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<em>"Welcome... </em><strong>MIA ROSENBERG</strong><em>... Please enter... the testing... facility."</em><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<em>"Welcome back, </em><strong>CADDERLY BONADUCE</strong><em>... Please enter... the testing... facility and please... refrain... from contacting... infernal beings... within the training... course"</em></span><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The mechanized voice greets them all in turn as they insert their coins and push past the turnstile. At each rotation of the metal bars, there's a soft <em>hiss</em> of air and a cold sensation on the back of their hands; when you look, there's the Acquisitions Incorporated logo in stippled purple dye, with smaller letters stretching out that make it read "applicant Intern."<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Again the voice speaks through a grille as you walk the short hallway towards your first challenge; <em><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">"Your accrued debt balance currently stands at... One... hundred gold dragons... each or an equal exchange... thereof."</span></em> Wait what? No questions are answered as the voice continues.<br><br>&nbsp; <em><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"> "Thank you... for... participating in the Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking... program. You may be held liable for... damages to training facilities or employees. Please keep in... mind that your training... process will be monitored... for... quality... control and training purposes. Acquisitions Incorporated is not liable for... any lingering injuries or trauma. Acquisitions Incorporated claims all rights to properties conceived... or crafted in the training facility. if you experience an erection lasting more than... four hours..."</span></em> A long list of legal disclaimers continue to stream from the grille as the party continues on.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Just beyond the turnstile is a short hallway that ends in a pair of saloon-style doors. A placard over the doorway reads "Deliveries." Beyond the doors is a room made to look like a tavern; a long bar, a fireplace (complete with fire!) many tables, and a set of stairs that lead to an upper balcony. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Tranining dummies made of cloth, straw, and wicker are set up at various points around the room. Two patron dummies are at the bar, being served by a bartender dummy whose head has been replaced by a melon that has clearly begun to spoil. Four dummies play cards at a table, though the cards have been scattered across the floor. A musician dummy sits by the fireplace, brandishing a fiddle at the wooden head of the bartender dummy which sits in the flames, though isn't burning. Another dummy sits on the stairs, wooden hands resting suggestively on a broomstick that erupts from between his legs. And a last one leans over the upper railing, weighed down by two more long-overdue melons stuffed into the front of its tunic.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;A chandelier hangs in the center of the room, lit candles casting illumination into the otherwise dim room. There is a strange, almost overwhelming aroma of wet dog in the room, as well.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">"Interning with... Acquisitions... Incorporated is a rare... and prestigious opportunity that requires... more than just the ability to fight AND perform magic AND disarm traps AND fight. AcqInc Interns and fight must also... be able to execute their... duties with a certain degree of flair... and... style.. and fight.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"In this room you... will demonstrate your ability to attack an enemy while using a catchphrase.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"You will and fight be graded on originality and delivery."</span></em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Acquisitions Incorporated: Preliminary Ventures (Group One IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Illven</strong> on <strong>04-03-2018, 06:55:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Stephanie winced as the auto-voice called her name wrong. <em>It was Smithington.</em> She thought with her hand on her hip. However with only a moment of thought she figured the answer. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Damn thing's been in there a year, probably should count myself lucky that it was my last name smudged and not first.</span> She muttered quietly.<br><br>Stephanie was worried about the debt, she had never been informed of that, and the stories never mentioned the heroes starting out indebeted. At least not to their guild of choice.<br><br>Stephanie looked all around the room, confused. Wait..... If we're potentially liable for any damages.... Are the mannequins made of force and thus immune to our attacks or.... She started before finally looking over at the one on the top railing and blushing as the feminine suggestive mannequin stood over the railing. Oh wow... Um.... She said suddenly very curious about the shapely fake-lady's rear. h yes, living force? She turned to her allies for some clue as to how they wanted to proceed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Acquisitions Incorporated: Preliminary Ventures (Group One IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>04-03-2018, 07:07:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				If the melon-mannequin's companions are any indication, its lower half is a bunch of sticks and straw poking out of a burlap wrap, with a wooden dowel connected to a stand.<br><br>Maybe you're into that, though, nobody's going to judge. Right?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Acquisitions Incorporated: Preliminary Ventures (Group One IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>marauder13</strong> on <strong>09-03-2018, 01:23:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roondar had been too busy looking at the turn style and the the associated mechanisms that he almost forgot about why he was actually there. His three companions had passed through, each being identified by the device, which once more caused him to pause in awe of the way it managed to that.<br><br>"Oh, you thrice born fool. Your companions are facing perils alone without me being there to keep their moral up."<br><br>Roondar got as high on his toes as possible, and dropped his token into the slot, passing through as soon as he was able.<br><br>When he came to a stop, he was once more surrounded by rather well shaped female backsides, and was shortly distracted by Stacy's rather exposed one, but focused on what was being said to them, as it was more important than what he could see. Besides, he knew he would be seeing that a lot more than hearing what was being said. Sometimes, priorities were a good thing, other times they were a nuisance.<br><br>The plucky gnome shifted the staff in his hands to one more fitting for a fight and pumped him up for the attack that was requested of him.<br><br>"ANKLES!" He rushed forward, the staff swinging in a wild arc (which to any martially inclined folk would see was rather poorly executed) and brought it down right where a bipedal creature's ankles would be located, delivering, for Roondar, a solid blow.<br><br>He turned to face his companions, an expression of pride on his face at his own efforts against the stationary target. He sauntered back to the group, then casually leaned on his staff waiting to see who would better his mighty blow.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Acquisitions Incorporated: Preliminary Ventures (Group One IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Illven</strong> on <strong>09-03-2018, 04:46:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Stephanie started to walk towards the upper railing seeming in a trance as she focused her eyes on the fem mannequin. But in truth she was deep in thought. She would only get one chance.<br><br>Something that showed who she was, something that the company could fit into a catch phrase. She thought of as she climbed the stairs she passed the male mannequin completely ignoring it for a moment as she considered the femaleish mannequin.<br><br>Placing an arm around the female mannequin's waisr, she pushed the male one down the stairs.<br><br>I'm more a lover then a fighter? She said awkwardly her confidence faltering halfway throygh, now running a preening hand through her hair, with an accidental seductive flick at the end.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Acquisitions Incorporated: Preliminary Ventures (Group One IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>09-03-2018, 12:28:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/StaciePost.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Stacie Anne Bloodglut</span></span><br>Level 1 Human Barbierian (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1481525)</div><hr><br>"Wait, we have to take a test?&nbsp; But, I didn't study and none of my study group is here to help me!"&nbsp; She looked quite distraught as she moved to enter the 'testing facility' with the rest of the party, teeth catching hold of her perfectly pouty lower lip and tugging nervously.&nbsp; Her brow furrowed even more in confusion at the mention of someone she didn't know, her eyes moving over the three others and then down at herself as she did the calculations on her fingers.<br><br>"Who's Mia Rosenberg?&nbsp; Do you think she'd let me copy off her test?"'<br><br>Her confusion only deepened when they walked into the weird room with the mannequins.&nbsp; She shot a suspicious and slightly awed look at the wooden head in the fire that didn't burn.&nbsp; "Wow...the people who built this must be very powerful mages!"&nbsp; Her attention was only half on the voice coming from the grille, and she utterly misses the mention of debt...and only somewhat hears their instructions.<br><br>Wandering over to peer at the dummies seated around the table curiously, she's startled when Roondar suddenly shouted and attacked one of the other mannequins.&nbsp; Gasping with a little jump, she drew the greataxe strapped cleverly to her back and lifted it overhead, only to watch in even more confusion as the bard shoved another dummy down the stairs.<br><br>It was then that the little she'd heard of their instructions filtered back in and she blinked.&nbsp; "Oh!&nbsp; Okay.."<br><br>She turned to a training dummy a few feet away and growled menacingly, managing to look surprisingly intimidating for someone like her.&nbsp; Bounding across the distance between them she was a work of art; all glistening golden skin, fluidly flexing muscles, shining silken hair, round ripe ass and bouncing bountiful breasts.&nbsp; Her raised arm swung down to strike the dummy a dazzlingly powerful blow which split the flimsy wicker and cloth in twain, scattering wooden limbs and kindling at her feet.<br><br>She twirled on the balls of her feet and swung her axe up over her head again like some warrior goddess, backlit by the fire and stunning.<br><br>For a moment she simply stood like that, then her expression dissolved into confusion again and she glanced up toward the grille.&nbsp; "What...what else was I supposed to do again?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Stacie rolled: 1d20, adding 2 to the total<br>Comment: Dummy Attack<br>Result: 18, <br>Total: 20<br><br>Roll Result: Stacie rolled: 1d12<br>Comment: Dummy Damage<br>Result: 10, <br>Total: 10</div></div>
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