OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants
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				Title: <strong>OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>09-08-2019, 04:17:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/xqrY1dmL/IMG-3638.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>With Friends Like These</strong></span><br><strong>Tagging: Oloven, Dahlya<br>Location: "Rare Finds" Trouble Contracting (Orzhov Affiliated)</strong><br><br>Urakis Rare rapped the corked bottle of dried ink against his desk sharply five times to uncake the indigo powder. It was the first noise he had made in the five minutes since his “guests” had arrived. He had yet to even acknowledge them, but then Rare was not known for being a particularly gracious host. At just under four feet tall and pale as a corpse, what the tiefling WAS best known for were creative interrogation techniques and his skill at accountancy. <br><br>Obviously at some point the undead bastard had to have been a child, but he had long since lost the ability to hide the centuries behind his eyes. He uncorked his little bottle and deftly tapped the side with his forefinger until a pile the size of a thumbnail of the rich blue dust had gathered on his ledger. <br><br>It was only as he corked it once more that he even bothered to lift his eyes to acknowledge his guests. This gesture was accompanied by a disdainful snort as he spat on the ink, “Oloven. Dahyla. Did you two know that there are primitive places elsewhere that they worship unseen deities?“ <br><br>Like a magic trick, Urakis produced an age stained coin from the palm of his hand. He toyed with it idly, in one hand while the other began scribbling viciously across the parchment, “Here, our God is one you can touch and see. And his flesh can be traded for any fucking thing you want. I do not trust this much “divinity” in the hands of anyone. That is why there are two of you. Keep each other honest.” <br><br>The coin was either silver or blessed (possibly both) because it sizzled and smoked between his fingertips as he lifted it close to his ear. He bobbed his head slightly as if he were agreeing with someone as they whispered something saucy to him, “From God’s mouth to my ear, and your mouth to my arsehole... That is the chain of command. So where do we find God Money wanting us tonight? Bureaucrat Radu has an item of interest to the guild. I have haggled, signed papers and done all of the heavy lifting for you. You just have to go to pick it up. Easy peasey, lemon squeezy! You bring me the box... or you bring me back my case with my money plus one of your right hands for my disappointment and emotional distress.” <br><br>“As you two know, I don’t much care which one of you gives up the hand, if it comes to that... BUT obviously it won’t! I am being silly! Why did I even bring it up? Claret! Case!” His secretary came from behind a thick tapestry behind him carrying a slim black lacquered case. Her features were sharp enough to draw blood, too delicately crafted to be sculpted by the fumbling hands of chance. Angelic... or at least she used to be. Dressed sharply in a grey suit that hugged her form, the back of her blazer was cut open to show the stitches where she had once owned wings. Her skirt was as expensive as it was short and offered her the barest amount of modesty. It seemed Rare was as miserly with his decency as he was with sharing his "god". <br><br>The fallen secretary rested the case on the desk in front of Oloven without a word and turned to leave. She either assumed he might be the gentleman and carry it or she thought it prudent to keep the assassin's hands free. Urakis reached out, catching her slender arm above the elbow. Like the coin, something about her essense made his own skin sizzle softly at the contact. It was on the one hand relieving to know that there was something that could actually hurt the little bastard, but decidedly less so once it became apparent he was enjoying the pain. He clacked his teeth together at her playfully before letting her go again, “She haunts me, that one... So it's that time! Any questions, comments, conjectures or dirty limericks?" <br><br>Claret was holding the tapestry to the side for her employer, clearly expecting that this was his final client. The wall behind the tapestry was decorated with rows upon rows of right hands, held up by iron spikes driven without ceremony into the masonry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>09-08-2019, 04:30:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/bNW52MsN/dbd79ed9f0b31be99521597b98524e6d.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Good Cop, Bad Cop</strong></span><br><strong>Tagging: Theoklia<br>Location: Precinct Two: Third Street</strong><br><br>Aranus Klint suffered under a horrible curse. Or at least so he considered it. Despite the old minotaur's decades of training and many campaigns in the field, he had yet to enjoy the pleasure of going toe to toe and blade to blade against an opponent worthy or otherwise! Jokingly known as "the Two-Star Janitor", because he was never on the battlefield for the drawing of swords, so much as for the clean up after. As one of a much revered lineage of warriors and commanders, he had a great deal to live up to, so to speak, and his holiday family dinners were no doubt quite trying for him. <br><br>And so with this in mind, it should be no great mystery as to why he seemed in poor spirits as he lumbered down the streets of Precinct Two. With Clear Streets Eve looming and after so much time looking for a fight and finding none, he was like a sailor with seven months of spunk and no harbor in sight! NOW he was relegated to acting as a mere messenger!<br><br>“Legionnaire THEOKLIA!” Her superior bellowed at her upon finally catching sight of her. The streets were crowded as the merchants prepared for the Bazaar Party. But then centaurs stood out in a crowd and even with the midday bustle, it wasn't hard to spot the young mare looming above the two legged crowd. Aranus had to tread carefully as he approached so as not to step on the pedestrians buzzing excitedly about. The guildsmen and guildless alike loved the Clear Streets Bazaar Party. Azorius members in particular, as it was paradoxically a holiday built upon mercantilism but at the same time the Orzhov Syndicate was bound to keep their fingers out of the pie.<br><br>But even with an armistice and the Guildpact, the vigilant were blessed. At least that was what Aranus told himself as he dug about in his great coat and removed a sealed notice, "Well met, Legionnaire." He offered a stiff salute before holding out the parchment to her, "As a friend of the Legion, Bureaucrat Radu has requested our protection for the evening. Should you find yourself free and willing to choose to accept the honor, we will accompany her through tonight's festivities and I shall debrief you with further details on route. Do you accept?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>09-08-2019, 04:37:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/pTSSY1qZ/Whatsherface.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Define "Flammable"</strong></span><br><strong>Tagging: Tozispix<br>Location: Precinct Two: The Mandolin</strong><br><br>Nyla Loretti ran her fingertips across her face, scouring it in the mirror as if she were afraid that a wrinkle was hiding somewhere beneath the layers of thick pancake makeup. They had just ushered in her new "pyrotechnics advisor" and she had generously poured herself and the little goblin woman a drink... before apparently forgetting they were not both for her as she downed them like a shot. Friendly, despite this apparent lapse in good manners, she remained seated so she could be eye to eye with Tozispix.<br><br>Maybe a little too friendly. <br><br>Most of the tall races looked at goblins somewhat askance for companionship, but there were always some who favored the exotic. It was possible Nyla was one of them. It was equally possible that she was just “two bottles of wine friendly”. But she held her wine like a professional, barely swaying under the weight of the merlot in her guts.<br><br>"Look, my little green flower, you do not want to know what lengths I had to go to to get this spot on the Clear Street Eve! An unbroken chain of phallus-es... phalli... phal..." The elvish girl considered the word for a long moment, the plural for cocks hanging just on the tip of her tongue. After a half dozen heartbeats, she at last shrugged down at Tozispix as if to say, "you know what I mean?" Nyla Loretti was often mistaken for a Raknos satirist, thanks in large part to her position as an entertainer and secondly to the fact that the face she was wearing currently had once belonged to a Raknos Satirist named "Chugarh Brittle". It had been some decades since the original owner had drawn breath, but some theater goers had longer memories than others. She was actually an ex-Golgari, but that was many years and a half dozen faces prior.<br><br>Nyla had been tapped to provide entertainment for the Bureaucrat Radu's Bazaar Party. Clear Street Eve was a big enough deal, but landing a full hour and half of music time in front of the mourners was a tremendous feather in her cap. Clear Street Eve was like most holidays created by committee, less about tradition and more about exposure. BUT it had the seal of a Guildpact around it, the verbiage particularly well crafted and paced. Twelve hours four times a year that saw Merchants bound to fair prices and Anarchist guilds forced to use words over blades, "A good thing it is the Eve! They had some foppish Raknos named Adventure or something, with one of those avaunt gaudy pieces lined up. You know the type... do you catch much in the way of theater?"<br><br>The elf didn't actually wait for an answer before pressing on, "Hardly matters. Never met one that would roll with the punches though, eh? I will pay you well for your services, goblin! I need BIG pyrotechnics. Safe, but BIG! Obviously, when I say safe, I me..." Nyla paused as she opened up her jewelry case. It was not stones and gold that was nestled in the velvet lined box however, but a row of shriveled and mummified things. The singer whispered a word and reached into her mouth gingerly. She extracted another dried lump similar to the others and gently placed in back in the box. It was only as she selected another and slid it past her lips that it became obvious that she was "trading out tongues". The elf took a quick drink from her wine and swished it about like a sommelier before swallowing, "Ahhhhh... I mean keep me safe. A couple casualties off stage could only be good publicity, like the Cultists say!" Her voice had dropped an octave since the trade. With that matter settled, she was quick to turn her attention back to her looking glass, "You and I are going to work well together, Miss Tozi! I can tell!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>09-08-2019, 05:32:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/86/90/5f/86905f15ad3dd2cfb780ac1359c494ff.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Oloven Dane (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308778.msg15006511#msg15006511)</em></span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Urakis Rare; Dahlya<br><strong>Location:</strong> "Rare Finds" Trouble Contracting<br>HP: 20/20 | AC: 12 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 1st - ●●●●&nbsp; 2nd - ●●</span><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">O</span>loven was, for lack of a better word, uncomfortable in his current situation. Sure it was a chance to prove himself and rise in the ranks--he had to admit that much--but coming from the mouth of a disturbing little shite like Rare, it quickly turned to shite in his ears. But, fortunately for the tiny tiefling in question, his extreme, daunting creepiness was the one thing keeping Oloven's snippiness at bay. <br><br>Well, that and the fact that he could have them maimed like the rest of his play dates. But details weren't so important now. What was important was getting out of this building without more mental scarring than the broken angel and staked hands had already provided.<br><br>He accepted the case-full of coin with a smile as graceful as ever, as if he were oblivious to the sheer eeriness and suffering this room held in its walls--or the secretary's eyes. "Cheers. This'll be a lark, I'm sure," he said in a voice like fine silk. "I've got no questions, myself, but I have to say, I love the feng shui of this place; it really pops. Gotta hand it to you, so to speak."
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>09-08-2019, 06:18:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/ff/0b38051f5cf532a1334fd8fd9d2d3da1.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Dahlya Kos</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308778.msg15006627#msg15006627)</span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Urakis Rare; Oloven<br><strong>Location:</strong> "Rare Finds" Trouble Contracting<br>HP: 24/24 | AC: 14 | Status: Normal</span><br><hr><hr><br>There were times when Dahl wished, if only a tiny bit, that she was the sort of arrogant, show-offy prick to twirl a dagger casually as she conducted her business.&nbsp; She'd tried it once in a mirror, and the sight of herself made her want to headbutt her reflection for being an insufferable twat, so she hadn't cultivated the habit.&nbsp; Still, moments like these begged for a bit of the old dagger-twirling, even if she <em>did</em> worry that having a blade in hand would make trying to put it through one of Rare's eyes far too tempting to resist.&nbsp; You didn't get ahead in this world by letting your emotions dictate who did and didn't get a blade to the brain pan.<br><br>She barely heard what the Tiefling had to say, knowing Oloven was absorbing every word and if she paid attention too, well...that would just be an inefficient use of their resources, wouldn't it?&nbsp; Instead, she peered around the room until a more appealing view came scissoring in wearing a tiny skirt.&nbsp; Shifting in the chair she was all but sprawled over - never mind that it wasn't designed for it and the armrest was digging painfully into her spine, she had an <em>aesthetic</em> to uphold - she lowered her gaze to let her smoke and mirror eyes roam the length of the neutered angel's bared limbs.<br><br>When the beauty turned, her lecherous gaze wandered higher to appreciate the way her scant skirt hugged her backside, then continued up out of curiosity.&nbsp; The stitching over the creature's shoulder blades intrigued her and she found a goodly portion of her appreciated their stark brutality against the contrast of the lovely form almost as much as she'd admired her other assets.&nbsp; When Rare grabbed the secretary, she glanced at his hand and cocked a brow at the hiss, smirking mildly and finally shoving herself to her feet.<br><br>"I think what Oloven is trying to say is...we'll fuck off now.&nbsp; He's got a point, though...Something about this place is stimulating all my chakras."&nbsp; She flashed a lopsided grin at the secretary and dropped her a wink, before turning to head for the door.&nbsp; Her voice was a rasping, low-bred snarl in comparison to the velvet tones of her partner, and it was impossible to tell if she played up the low-class dialect or not.&nbsp; Opening the door, she leaned against it as she waited to let Oloven leave first, helpful little thing that she was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>09-08-2019, 07:14:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/86/90/5f/86905f15ad3dd2cfb780ac1359c494ff.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Oloven Dane (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308778.msg15006511#msg15006511)</em></span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Urakis Rare; Dahlya<br><strong>Location:</strong> "Rare Finds" Trouble Contracting<br>HP: 20/20 | AC: 12 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 1st - ●●●●&nbsp; 2nd - ●●</span><br><hr><hr><br>"Ah, right, that's the perfect way to put it," he said, throwing Dahlya a sly smile--one that fell momentarily to intrigue as he noticed her rapt appreciation of the secretary. "If there's nothing else, we'll kindly fuck off." That said, he stood and headed toward the courteously opened door, stopping beside his partner just long enough to whisper in his playful way, "head in the gutter, eh? <em>Dirty, dirty</em>..."<br><br>Ha. Like <em>he</em> was one to talk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geeklet</strong> on <strong>09-08-2019, 21:43:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/OTfINhw.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Tozispix</em></span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nyla Loretti<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct Two: The Mandolin<br>HP: 21/21 | AC: 14 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 1st - ●●</span><br><hr><hr><br>Toz looked on as the drinks were poured. She reached up for one, only for the other woman to down the drink herself, leaving the goblin with a dejected look on her face. Thankfully it didn't last long, and the goblin began to climb up onto the table itself, sitting down upon the space where the drinks used to be, rather than in the seat which had been provided. Quietly she listened, legs swinging back and forth as they dangled over the table's edge. "So this is like a big party or something?" She still wasn't sure why she was here, but it was something new and exciting! Often times she was just an errand girl, so when she got the chance to take another assignment, she jumped at the chance. Quite literally, as the notice upon the bulletin board back at the lab had been placed just out of her reach.<br><br>She perked up at the mention of pyrotechnics, however. Granted, the word "safe" had gone in one ear and immediately out the other, but this woman didn't need to know that. Her train of thought was suddenly and violently derailed, however, when the box emerged. Immediately her inner thief was starting to shine through again, and she leaned forward to get a good look at what was inside. The 'exchange' however, took a few moments for Toz to process. Her eyes squinted. Her mouth moved from one side, to the other, then back as she tried to jump through the mental hoops to figure out&nbsp; what just happened. And when it finally clicked she nearly gagged, her tongue sticking out in revulsion, and she leaned back far away from the box.<br><br>"So you want a big badaboom?" She said, trying her best not to think about what happened. "I can do that," she nodded. "When is this party of yours? I, uh, may need to get some stuff from the lab." The little goblin woman didn't want to mention that she had never actually done anything like this on her own before. Surely someone else had, so if she could just get their notes, she could figure out. And this was her first real project! She wanted to succeed. And helping this pretty lady was a way to prove herself. Well, she seemed pretty on the outside. Considering the woman just replaced her own tongue, she wasn't sure how she looked on the inside. But that wasn't important now anyway, for there was about to be fire.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>11-08-2019, 23:53:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/pTSSY1qZ/Whatsherface.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Define "Flammable"</strong></span><br><strong>Tagging: Tozispix<br>Location: Precinct Two: The Mandolin</strong><br><br>"YES!" She exclaimed, her face splitting at the corners of her lips from the force of her excitement. Ragged and torn like dry parchment, it settled back into place after a moment as she spun her chair around back towards Tozispix, "A COUPLE OF BIG BADABOOMS!" Loretti nodded, her obvious enthusiam further fueled by wine, "It is tonight on the main stage outside of the Hotel! You shouldn't need anything not on hand! Your predeccesor has all of the tools you'll need!"<br><br>Nyla reached out without thinking and tapped the tip of the goblin's curiously, as if she had just noticed it. More bard than Golgari, its terrifying to think that she's this inebriated and the show isn't for another four or five hours... Maybe she scheduled a power nap later? <br><br>But the mention of a predeccesor, brought up more questions. Why did they hire a replacement if the original was still here? This question did not linger long, as a shambling Golgari thrall entered the dressing room after a polite knock. He seemed like a quiet sort, but then there weren't many options left to a man with his mouth stitched shut. The reason for the lacing across his face was not punishment or to silence him, so much as to keep his head together.<br><br>It was hard to tell if he was dead or alive, but what he certainly WAS was foolhardy as his wounds were so savage and unique, they could have only happened to someone who was smoking a cigarillo too close to explosives. The zombie held out a rucksack full of flammable materials towards the goblin. Though he stank of his own esoteric chemicals, they could NOT cover up the familiar scent of primer and alchemists fire (the cheap mass produced kind that was "stable...ish"). In a rarity, tall folks were not only ENCOURAGING Tozi to blow things up, but paying her too! <br><br>What could possibly go wrong?!?<br><br>"The instructions should be clear! The old pyro was very thorough and safety conscious... until a couple days ago, I suppose!"
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				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>12-08-2019, 00:09:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/xqrY1dmL/IMG-3638.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>With Friends Like These</strong></span><br><strong>Tagging: Oloven, Dahlya<br>Location: "Rare Finds" Trouble Contracting (Orzhov Affiliated)</strong><br><br>"Then a-fucking off you shall go. I expect to see you at the start of the business day tomorrow. 9:30. Sharp." Rare replied, taking another long lecherous look at Claret before shouting after them, "If I see the bottom of my coffee before I see you, one of you will have to eat the other one's ear. Enjoy the evening, you two!”<br><br>There were a few hours of daylight left before the Bazaar lit up for the event, and Burecrat Radu would likely have a number of duties to perform before tending to her deal with Rare. Above board or not, no one in Radu's position wanted people to know that she was associating with that sadistic son of a bitch.<br><br>By the heft of the case, Oloven could tell there WAS a sizable amount of coinage inside! Rare was positioned just on the outskirts of the more "seemly" part of the precinct, and as such, while the street outside of their contact's office were sparsely populated, two blocks away the streets were already growing congested. Food stands, silk merchants and other stationary vendors were busy sorting through the last minute details. <br><br>What would you all like to do prior to sunset?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>12-08-2019, 08:18:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/ff/0b38051f5cf532a1334fd8fd9d2d3da1.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Dahlya Kos</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308778.msg15006627#msg15006627)</span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Oloven<br><strong>Location:</strong> "Rare Finds" Trouble Contracting -&gt; Street Bazaar<br>HP: 24/24 | AC: 14 | Status: Normal</span><br><hr><hr><br>She snickered at Rare's threat as she let the door fall closed with a final peek through at Claret, then followed her associate with a bit of a skip to catch him up.&nbsp; Grinning, she arched a brow over at him and her grin widened.&nbsp; "Can I really be faulted for feeling that lovely creature might need some companionship that isn't sporting a winky covered in fishhooks?&nbsp; Not that I'd ever make a move, mind you.&nbsp; With my Luck, Rare would find out and <em>insist</em> we make it a threesome."&nbsp; She gave an exaggerated shudder that was only partially in jest, then peered off toward the direction of the bazaar.<br><br>"Well, we've got some time.&nbsp; You wanna go wander around the market and shed a little coin?&nbsp; I could go for a drink and something to eat...and maybe there will be a stand or two set up by brothels where we can ogle the wares.&nbsp; If you get tired of carrying the gold, I'll even spot you for a spell."&nbsp; She flashed him a magnanimous grin, then headed off in the direction of the stalls and sounds, without waiting for a response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>12-08-2019, 12:55:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/86/90/5f/86905f15ad3dd2cfb780ac1359c494ff.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Oloven Dane (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308778.msg15006511#msg15006511)</em></span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Urakis Rare; Dahlya<br><strong>Location:</strong> Street Bazaar<br>HP: 20/20 | AC: 12 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 1st - ●●●●&nbsp; 2nd - ●●</span><br><hr><hr><br>After hearing Dahlya's disturbing hypothetical--and right on the coattails of Rare's torture fetish talk, no less--he matched her mock shudder with a real one of his own. "You know, I could do with <em>less</em> nightmares keeping me up at night." Normally he wouldn't have given such things mention. But because of their partnership, here he was, doing it with a smirk on his face.<br><br>However, that smirk would quickly falter when he realized how damned heavy this case was! It took a shameful amount of willpower just to maintain a cool and unbothered air whenever his partner looked his way. Why couldn't Rare have given them one of those magical bags? Or at least a little donkey to carry the burden? <br><br>He pondered these things, and then he remembered who it was they were dealing with...<br><br>"Well a few mugs never hurt anyone," he replied, sounding steady as he could as they carried on--even puffing up a bit and swaggering through the pain when she offered to carry the ridiculously heavy case. "And if we have the time..." he paused, <del>tiredly</del> dramatically, "I think I might look into sampling these wares you speak of."
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geeklet</strong> on <strong>12-08-2019, 21:40:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/OTfINhw.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Tozispix</em></span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nyla Loretti<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct Two: The Mandolin<br>HP: 21/21 | AC: 14 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 1st - ●●</span><br><hr><hr><br>"Tools. Right." What she was looking for was something more akin to notes and plans, but she decided not to press the issue any further. Even though this was her first assignment, she didn't want this woman to know this. She had to make a good impression after all.<br><br>Her ear flicked when the woman touched it, and Toz instinctively pulled away. From a distance, Loretti seemed like a pretty enough woman, but up close, the facade was starting to crack, quite literally. The little goblin didn't know what to think. It reminded her of one time when she ducked into the sewer to avoid a Lawmage, only to nearly get eaten by a large zombified lizard of some kind. The smell alone was something she'd never forget. It was then that she vowed never to go underground again unless she absolutely had to. And now, it seems, that familiar scent of undead flesh wafted in front of her nose once again.<br><br>She looked up, gingerly taking the bag of supplies that was offered her. "....Thanks," she meekly replied.<br><br>She eyed the shambling mound of flesh warily, and once finally assured he wasn't going to do anything else, turned her attention back to the sack. She started reaching in, pulling as much as she could out, and displaying it on the table beside her. This apparently was going to be a rush job, and she was trying to figure out just what she had to work with. In many ways, it was like planning a heist, and she was trying to find the best way to achieve the objective with as little complication as possible. Granted, she always tended to overlook something in every plan she ever made, and she always wound up winging it, but hey, at least she tried!
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ershin</strong> on <strong>12-08-2019, 23:40:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/202ddUS.png)</div><em><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>T</strong></span></span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">heokleia</span></em><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aranus Klint<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct Two: Third Street, outside Mama Bea's Pies and Confectionaries<br>HP: 22/22 | AC: 19 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 1st - ●●●&nbsp; </span><br><hr><hr><br>As the Minotaur eventually finds Theokleia, she's outside a local confectionery shop, a young human on her equine back as she trots a little up and down the street - not too fast, but prancing just enough (as much as she could with her armour equipped) to make them have a nice time while he was 'helping' her on her patrol route. In her opinion it wasn't enough to punish the wicked, but stop people from becoming that way as early on as one could. Showing someone a nice time would keep their hands out of literal pies now and possibly avoid them joining Orzhov and getting into figurative pies later in life. Seeing a Boros patrol would help hem make the right decision later in life should they petition to join a guild. As she hears the bellows of her superior, the flaxen-haired mare helps the youngster off her back and onto the street below and slips a silver piece into his hand, <strong>"Go get you and your little friend,"</strong> she says pointing at a girl who had been watching the pair, <strong>"something nice in Bea's."</strong><br><br>Turning about face she straightened her backs, coming to attention and saluting the elder Minotaur, the smile on her face changing immediately to a much more serious, trained expression, <strong>"Sir, yes sir!"</strong> she responded, <strong>"It would be an honour and privilege to represent the Legion in this excursion."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>14-08-2019, 11:22:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/pTSSY1qZ/Whatsherface.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Define "Flammable"</strong></span><br><strong>Tagging: Tozispix, Ventura<br>Location: Precinct Two: The Mandolin</strong><br><br>Nyla seemed more than satisfied at Tozi’s “enthusiasm”, but then her judge of character seemed criminally suspect given the fate of her last pyrotechnic! Or maybe it was simply the fact that she couldn’t afford to be particularly picky with only hours left until showtime. She produced yet another bottle of wine almost by magic and threw herself fully into the task of making herself up. <br><br>As the goblin left her dressing room to get started Loretti called out as an afterthought, “Let your fears be laid to rest if you have any concerns! The Azorius safety specialist in the red hat is on hand somewhere if you have any troubles! I’m counting on you!” The zombie remained in the room with Loretti as the door closed. <br><br>As Tozispix took time to lay out her payload for examination, it should be noted that it may occur to her that a safety inspector of some sort WAS a surprising windfall, especially on a holiday! It was mandated for events of this nature that such an agent would be on hand whenever necessary, but the exact definition of “necessary” and “events of this nature” and even “mandated” were much debated by the Azorius. They had the best of intentions when it came to safety regulation but then sometimes there just wasn’t enough money or manpower to satisfy their lofty ideals. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/Coco_monochrome.jpg)</div>There was a tall woman who was ingratiating herself amongst the Mandolin staff as well as the stage crew. Her hat wasn’t as officious as one night expect of an Azorius safety specialist but it was certainly red! Superficially “busy”, it becomes clear after a few minutes observation that she is glad handing and talking to everyone but not actually doing anything currently... <br><br>No surprise there. Azorius were notorious amongst the tall folk for lots of mouth noises and little hand work. But then, she was there to help, so asking her for a little direction couldn’t hurt!
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>14-08-2019, 12:27:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/d7/02/e9/d702e959ba7267de915e379cb870b3a3--animation-photo-animation-background.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>With Friends Like These</strong></span><br><strong>Tagging: Oloven, Dahlya<br>Location: Precinct Two: Outskirts of the Merchant Quarter</strong><br><br>Often called the “Black Row”, it was the work of minutes and a flight of stairs that separated the Orzhov duo from “friendly society”. There was no judgement amongst the vendors of Precinct Two, even those who had seen the direction they came from. At the end of the day, to a merchant the Orzhov’s reputation for the unsavory was less of a concern than their reputation for having coins to spend. Each shouted over the other, offering steeper discounts on their refreshments to lure them to the stools. Little did they realize the destination was already chosen by necessity. <br><br>There were only a few of stands that overlooked the brothels and only one had the permit to serve ale. A pudgy little goblin was behind the counter, clicking and clacking with every step. Hidden behind the canvas table dressing, it was only as they came to the counter itself that it became apparent he was shambling about on wee stilts to reach their height. He did so with practiced ease and spoke relatively clearly for a gobbie, betraying the fact he had been in polite society for sometime!<br><br>“You two look thirsty and hollow! One on his tab and yours on mine, miss! I’ll spot you a drink for every one your boyo has! Brown or red sandwich?” As far as street food went in Ravnica, meat and it’s origins could be a tender subject. The general consensus was that if it was hot and tasty, it didn’t really matter, did it? Brown was typically savory pork or mutton or something close while Red was usually reptile or fowl or rodent in a sauce so spicy it was hard to tell which... with a dwarven coleslaw of cucumbers, peppers, carrots and soft cheese. <br><br>Regardless of where they landed, the ale was cold and proper bitter and like the other businesses the brothels had begun showcasing their wares early today. Holiday hours were a beautiful thing apparently as they were treated to free dinner theater across the street, an elven contortionist assuming all manner of positions, suggesting much while saying little. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://pre01.deviantart.net/fa1c/th/pre/f/2008/333/4/1/41aab8cd00fc430af076974236a9e06b.jpg)</div>The sound of a jaunty ragtime being played inside could be heard faintly. It was a shame the night had been designated a “working holiday”. The afternoon sun was warm while the air was crisp and fresh and thanks to the diligence of the merchants in preparing for the evening, it smelled considerably less like a sewer! It put a spring in everyone’s step, even the giant doorman of the brothel had only half a scowl while he scrubbed at graffiti on the second floor window.<br><br>What was left of the black symbol looked vaguely like a little bottle. Or maybe a mushroom. Or perhaps... an apple? It was hard to say exactly what it was given that the giant had been scrubbing at it for a few minutes before they arrived. Also given that neither one of them was likely paying close attention to the monster doing janitorial work while an elf girl was suckling on her own toes. Why is the narrator wasting time on the graffiti in this scene when she’s just introduced an elf girl that can literally kiss her own ass? <br><br>(Please roll a perception and athletics or acrobatics check, which ever is higher)
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>14-08-2019, 16:59:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/86/90/5f/86905f15ad3dd2cfb780ac1359c494ff.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Oloven Dane (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308778.msg15006511#msg15006511)</em></span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dahlya<br><strong>Location:</strong> Street Bazaar<br>HP: 20/20 | AC: 12 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 1st - ●●●●&nbsp; 2nd - ●●</span><br><hr><hr><br>"Oh," he said, forgetting his choice of meats as the bendiest elf he'd ever laid eyes upon came into full view, "speak of a devil and she shall appear..." Clearly he was hungry for something more satisfying than some questionable sandwiches.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Peception 15, Acrobatics 5</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Oloven rolled: 1d20, adding 3 to the total<br>Comment: Perception<br>Result: 12, <br>Total: 15<br><br>Roll Result: Oloven rolled: 1d20, adding 2 to the total<br>Comment: Acrobatics<br>Result: 3, <br>Total: 5</div></div><br><br>In his musings, he was still somewhat aware of his surroundings, but the weight of the case in hands left him less than dexterous--especially compared to the elven beauty before them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geeklet</strong> on <strong>15-08-2019, 20:46:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/OTfINhw.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Tozispix</em></span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ventura<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct Two: The Mandolin<br>HP: 21/21 | AC: 14 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 1st - ●●</span><br><hr><hr>Safety wasn't exactly her top concern. After all, some of the most spectacular things in the lab came about through accidents! But this wasn't an Izzet lab, and she should probably at least try to make nice for the time being. After all the time she had spent in the past being on the run, maybe, just maybe, she could avoid it this time.<br><br>It seemed as though everything was included in the sack, so she packed it up and, thankfully free of the cracked woman's presence, began looking around for this 'safety inspector' so she'd know just where exactly to set up. It was hard, given her size, and the only indication she was given of who she was looking for was a hat sitting atop someone's head. Ugh, tall people could be so inconsiderate sometimes. The goblin girl darted, dodged, and weaved her way through the people gathered, until a flash of crimson finally caught her eye. The woman didn't really look like most of the Azorius did, but she did have a red hat. That was all that mattered, right?<br><br>"HEY LADY!" she shouted at the top of her lungs, jumping up and down while waving a hand, trying to get the woman's attention.
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>16-08-2019, 06:15:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/Coco_monochrome.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Ventura</em></span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tozispix<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct Two: The Mandolin<br>HP: 24/24 | AC: 14 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 2nd - ●●<br>Active Effects: Disguise Self</span><br><hr><hr>When in cover it was important to be absorbing all the details. Remember everyone's name, particularly their title if they stood on it, pick up snippets and small details about their personal lives that might be important later. Sadly this function was a bit too public to really dig deep into people's secrets, but one never knew when "oh we met at a funeral, how's your garden, are you still having trouble with the mawberry trees" could get one out of a jam - or into one.<br><br>It wasn't bad, all things considered - petty struggles were the sort of social oil that lubricated lives, which everyone here was covered in until they were as slippery as a greased pig. But considering the <em>real</em> Azorius safety specialist had been distracted for the evening by a couple of tarts with a uniform fetish and a generous inventory of rope, Ventura Wray had the distinct impression that her patsy was having a lot more fun than she was right now.<br><br>But she had also come away with some actually useful information - the outlines, at least. In particular, about a certain explosives expert, and how a certain someone's entourage smelled. She didn't have exact details, but if some Golgari shrew thought she could get away with supplanting Ventura while stealing the face of one of her long-dead colleagues, well, a little lesson was in order. And as Tozispix jumped up and down and yelled to get her attention, she suspected she could make a confederate in that. She pushed her glasses up on the bridge of her nose as she examined the tiny green ragamuffin out of the corner of her eye. Oh yes, this was going to be fun. <br><br>After a few seconds of that, she pretended to have just noticed the loud goblin. "Ah, pardon me, miss," she excused herself from learning about a waitress' woes of not receiving enough tips, and not a moment too soon, "the work of the law is never done. Remember what I said about the cream!"<br><br>"Hello, darling," she crouched down to get on eye level with the goblin. Her glasses gleamed in the light, hiding her eyes, and she smelled of lavender perfume, "are you looking for the fire exit?" She thumbed over her shoulder, "I think I saw it go that way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>16-08-2019, 11:12:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/ff/0b38051f5cf532a1334fd8fd9d2d3da1.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Dahlya Kos</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308778.msg15006627#msg15006627)</span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Oloven<br><strong>Location:</strong> Street Bazaar<br>HP: 24/24 | AC: 14 | Status: Normal</span><br><hr><hr><br>The vendor's generous offer didn't come as much surprise to Dahlya, since she knew that keen merchants were smart enough to incentivize the patronage of members of the church.&nbsp; They had the gold, after all.&nbsp; And a drunken patron was a patron who was free with their coin, so a few pints of ale could easily be expected to show substantial returns.<br><br>Perfectly happy to take advantage of the situation, knowing that as long as she and Oloven had care of the heavy case, neither of them would be getting so much as tipsy, she nodded to the vendor with a grin.&nbsp; "Two mugs then and two of each sandwich.&nbsp; I'm starved and it seems my companion likes the view from your stall."&nbsp; She smirked and turned to glance first at her partner, then dutifully - and keenly - around them, before finally allowing her gaze to rest upon the tantalizing performance.<br><br>A low, appreciative whistle issued from her lips and then they curled up at the corners into a slight smile.&nbsp; "Devil she may be, Oloven, for she does tempt a holy body to sin.&nbsp; But, we must behave ourselves, at least until our work is done...I've no desire to know what hideous things that imp would do with whatever body part he demanded as sacrifice."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Perception: 20; Acrobatics: 4</div><div class="spoiler_body">Summary: At 2019-08-16 03:50:47, Dahlya (uid: 24594) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=138646)<br><br>Summary: At 2019-08-16 03:53:29, Dahlya (uid: 24594) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=138647)<br></div></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>17-08-2019, 05:24:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/bNW52MsN/dbd79ed9f0b31be99521597b98524e6d.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Good Cop, Bad Cop</strong></span><br><strong>Tagging: Theokleia and La La<br>Location: Precinct Two: Third Street, outside Mama Bea's Pies and Confectionaries</strong><br><br>Aranus was not a fan of calves.<br><br>Well, that wasn't necessarily true. But then the little ones didn't seem to like him, so preemptively he decided he wasn't going to be a fan of them either. He stood somewhat awkwardly while Theokleia tended to the young one, trying not to seem imposing despite being eight feet of heavily armored bull. It was only as she sent the child off and saluted him that he felt more comfortable. Like an actor who memorized the wrong play, he was not the best at adlibbing his lines, BUT when it came to military formality, he knew the part like the back of his hand. He nodded once, replying flatly, "Excellent. This will be a joint effort, as the Selesnya Concave was requested to be on site as well. We are expected to meet their operative at the gates to Orator R... Bureaucrat Radu's boat house."<br><br>Aranus turned with a click of his hooves and began the journey with every expectation she would follow. The "Boat House" was a massive vessel that he had had dry docked for repairs some half a century prior. It turned out that repair of the vessel as well as transporting it BACK to the water would outstrip the value of the relic by an exponential amount and so, Orator Radu had in his own "foolishly sage" way found that it was considerably cheaper to build a courtyard gate and stairs up to the vessel. He often joked that while it saddened him that it would never touch the waves again, he would drink enough that he could pretend that it was the boat not his equilibrium that lent his legs their characteristic sway. An eight block journey, it was usually a walk of no more than fifteen minutes on two legs. But with the pending celebration and the last minute preparations, the journey was considerably slower and involved a great deal more bumping and shoving than it might otherwise.<br><br>The Minotaur in front of Theo snorted, pointing up towards a black stain that had been painted across an Azorius edict boards. A circular symbol, it was crude but deliberately traced, "Lowlifes..." Aranus spat the word out. He was offended by graffiti in general but upon an Azorius board? How would the people know how to comport themselves?!? "Seeing things like that gives me no end of consternation. Something is missing in the soul of a person who would do such a thing! It's wrong. Like an attractive cow without a nose ring! This world is BUILT on tradition!"<br><br>As they neared the "Boat House", Aranus came to a halt. A few blocks away there was an explosion loud enough to rattle glass and even silence the dull cacophony of the crowds on the street. A slender plume rose into the air from the point of origin and soon after the thunderclap of the blast, a foul wind hit them. Like a barrel of beer that had been opened some years past its freshness date, the stench was yeasty and dense. Aranus clutched his axe for a moment, his head turning from the Boat House entrance to the smoke. With a sigh, he realized yet again, he was NOT going to be able to go to the battle, his duties leading him elsewhere, "We've no time for it. The orders are specific. Come Legionnaire!"<br><br>It was only a handful of steps to the ornately sculpted gate that surrounded Orator Radu's folly (may he rest in peace). Standing between them and the courtyard were a pair of elves arguing with a soft spoken and sheepish looking Loxodon. Aranus had no time for explosions, and so he ABSOLUTELY had no time for any less interesting delays! Thankfully he was possessed of a keen eye and a general's forthrightness! He took note of the Loxodon's garb and admonished the guards', "SEE HERE! We are here at the behest of Bureaucrat Radu and were told that time was of the essence! This young lady is also part of our charge and you do your mistress no favors by detaining us!"<br><br>"Uhhh..." The front elf looked at the seal in the Minotaur's hand and recognized Aranus. He gaped like a fish and stammered, "Lor... Captain? Uhmmmm... Aranus, this woman is not on the door list, you see, sh..."<br><br>"SHE IS OBVIOUSLY OF THE CONCLAVE! Look at her robe and seal! And if that is not proof enough, when last I checked A RAKDOS LOXODON WAS A RARE SIGHT INDEED! We are late as it is, meat!" Aranus Klint snorted with such fury, the breath of his nostrils sent the guard's cap flying off of his head. Not eager to see him grow any angrier given how squishy the doorman was, he at last held up his hands, "She's your responsibility! Make your introductions INSIDE the courtyard!" <br><br>Aranus allowed the ladies to go first gallantly as he muttered at the elves, "Not even sundown and you knife eared buffoons acting like churlish drunks! Your mistress will hear of this!" He quickly turned his attention to the Loxodon girl, introducing himself with a stiff bow. He wouldn't say he had a type, so much as... he was never one to offend a lady whose frame could take the weight of his, "A pleasure. I am Aranus Klint! I DO apologize for them!" He seemed ever more gracious with the Conclaver than he did to Theo, that was certain!
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>17-08-2019, 05:32:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/y63dR6TP/11894185014-78e48ce268-o.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Define "Flammable"</strong></span><br><strong>Tagging: Tozispix, Ventura<br>Location: Precinct Two: The Mandolin</strong><br><br>As Tozispix and Ventura first had a chance to make each others acquaintance, the building shook and rumbled under the force of a muffled explosion from outside. "DID YOU JUST..." Nyla peeked out of her wardrobe briefly, as if to confirm that she had not lost a second pyrotechnics expert. Seeing Tozi and the safety inspector, she breathed a deep sigh of relief before kicking the zombie out of her dressing room. She offered a friendly if half hearted thumbs up to Tozispix, "I wasn't worried. You keep up the good work and Percy will do whatever you ask if you need help!"<br><br>"Percy" was apparently the name of her predecessor before he had caught a black powder blast in the face. He shambled in the direction that he had been prompted, walking past the two ladies discussing fire exits and arson with the awkward gait of a man who had lost a goodly portion of one leg. He continued walking until he hit the far wall with a meaty thump. This did not dissuade him as one might expect, his legs still moving even though he was making no real progress in moving the wall. He didn't seem like he'd be much help, but then, if a dangerous situation presented itself, he was definitely the one to put face first into it! ... what was left of the face, anyways.<br><br>"Did you... care to inspect the stage?" the waitress asked helpfully. She was jittery like all service industry as they hunkered in the calm before the storm. Mandolin was a nice establishment reserved for a high class sort... but once the holiday hit and drinks were served, it was going to get down right fucking PEDESTRIAN! A foul stench wafted in from the open windows, stinking of rotten barley and fungus. It didn't smell like any sort of explosion that Tozi might know, that was for certain! While the rancid air hung thick, it was only a fool that would go outside where it was strongest! But then that WAS where the stage was and the explosives weren't going to set or sabotage themselves! <br><br>The waitress held her breath before opening the door for them, only to gasp in shock as an ale delivery was rushed through the door, almost knocking her over. The delivery boy was an elf who had taken the time to cover his mouth and face with a rag as he wheeled the barrels inside. He could have knocked, but given the circumstances, it made sense he wasn't concerned so much with courtesy as getting inside. He set up a pair of dark black oak barrels and then took an experimental breath of air. It wasn't fresh, but it WAS fresher, "Someone sign for this, please? Are you in charge?"<br><br>There was just something about her hat that made her look in charge, as he made a beeline for Ventura Wray. He rested his clipboard on the nearest surface to get a signature from her for the receipt. Unfortunately, the nearest surface happened to be the forehead of Tozi, "Crazy out there... fireworks must have started early!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>17-08-2019, 05:39:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/d7/02/e9/d702e959ba7267de915e379cb870b3a3--animation-photo-animation-background.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>With Friends Like These</strong></span><br><strong>Tagging: Oloven, Dahlya<br>Location: Precinct Two: Outskirts of the Merchant Quarter</strong><br><br>Their goblin host clopped along back and forth, producing a pair of ales in each hand. Two each seemed best as it was unlikely that one was going to do it and frankly, his high yield exotic ales were better after they had warmed up a bit. The sandwiches follow suspiciously fast, as if they had been sitting under a hot pipe to keep warm. It hardly mattered, given the nature of the meats, no self respecting bacteria would touch such culinary delights. The goblin shook the barrel, listening intently to the soft slosh inside. Meanwhile, it seemed that Oloven was not the only one there for a free show. Those closer to her were guilted or enticed by the rhythmic slap of her ass cheeks as she introduced some new patrons the dwarven dance move "the twerk", and they threw a few bills her way. As the elf girl across the street obviously only had a prostitution permit and not a busking one, she quickly retrieved the bills using every appendage but her hands.<br><br>"Well... if you enjoyed that brew, I have something special. Fell off a black market truck this morning!" The goblin broke their laser like focus on the pliant elf girl in favor of slapping the lid of a large black barrel. Little did they know, there would only be a moment for them to take note of the label glued onto the oak, but they were Orzhov syndicate and taking note of small details to exploit later was pretty much their stock and trade. Especially given that they had just seen it a few minutes before in the graffiti on the second story of the whore house. A crude circle, anyone in the Syndicate could tell immediately what it was, where others might not. <br><br>It was definitely a coin.<br><br>The moment passed as their host hammered the tap home into the black oak. It responded by exploding in a noxious spray of skunked beer splinters and steam. It took them both by surprise, knocking the agents back off of their stools and onto the cobblestone. A high pitched whine filled their ears from the proximity of the blast, but the cursing of the goblin could be heard just on the outskirts of audible. He was flat on his back like a turtle, unable to get his stilts back under his feet while he choked in the stinking beer fog. Something ELSE moved and chittered like an insect in the sour mist. <br><br>It was big... Impressively big for having fit within the barrel. It stank of rotten hops and mushrooms, and though it was shaped like a man, the only thing not visibly fungus were its large flat teeth. It clacked them together eerily, gnawing and chomping as it blindly seemed to sense them. Two things were certain as it skittered towards them, ignoring the goblin barkeep. One, it was definitely looking for a fight and two... there was no way they were paying the tab.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">What... the fuck is that thing?</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.postimg.cc/GprBb0wC/last-of-us-spore-zombie-4-by-kendjee-zee-d75zwt4.jpg)<br><br>Roll Initiative! <br><br>Important notes for this fight! You are starting prone, <br>halving movement for your first turn! Currently Oloven has the case, <br>which impedes him from performing any actions that require both <br>hands without setting it down!<br><br>squares=5 feet<br>(https://i.postimg.cc/nzxcvqcf/FIGHT-1-1.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>17-08-2019, 06:26:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/86/90/5f/86905f15ad3dd2cfb780ac1359c494ff.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Oloven Dane (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308778.msg15006511#msg15006511)</em></span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dahlya, Gobbie, "WTF"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Street Bazaar<br>HP: 20/20 | AC: 12 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 1st - ●●●●&nbsp; 2nd - ●●</span><br><hr><hr><br>Oloven threw a quick grin his partner's way as he overheard her apt explanation. And as the goblin offered up their suspicious meat sandwiches, he gave a half-hearted "why thank you," and accepted them almost as graciously as he accepted his mug of ale. He'd learned not to judge food too harshly in his time, but as he examined it more closely, he realized this may have been asking a bit much.<br><br>Luckily, his worries were cleansed as the full-blood prostitute across the way bent over into a salacious dance only the thickest of dwarves had mastered. And for a slim and flexible elf, she was performing incredibly well. "My, she is a pro. Not many can adopt the art of twerking with such zeal and clapping ferocity."<br><br>But be that as it may, he wouldn't sit there gawking the entire time. He knew how to be subtle--or at least he remembered sometime in the past few seconds. With that in mind, and his composure mostly regained, he turned back to the goblin merchant just in time to see the less-than-legal brew he was pulling out. Part of him wondered whether a dutiful Orzhov would blackmail him with this contraband, or taste of it and decide if they could do business.<br><br>"Hm, what have you got?"<br><br>Unfortunately, he didn't get the chance to make a choice. After seeing a familiar symbol--one currently being scrubbed away by a cantankerous giant turned whorehouse bouncer--he only had a second to share a glance with Dahlya before the fucking thing exploded!<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Intiative: 5 (again!)</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Oloven rolled: 1d20, adding 2 to the total<br>Comment: Initi<br>Result: 3, <br>Total: 5</div></div><br><br>The explosion of musty, fetid beer and mushroom sent him to the ground in a fit of gagging coughs. And when he recovered from it, he expected to get into a shouting match with the bastard who endangered their lives. Instead, he was greeted by a nightmare creature from the depths of hell. "What the fucking fuck...?" he called, sounding far less suave than usual as he struggled to overcome his dizzyness and fumbled to keep hold of the coin case.<br><br>Then he realized something. It was blind, but it could hear. <br><br><em>'Shit'</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>17-08-2019, 06:36:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/0F0Ny1C.jpg?1)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>La La Daiza</em></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308778.msg15006913#msg15006913)<br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Theokleia, NPCS<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct Two: Third Street, outside Mama Bea's Pies and Confectionaries<br>HP: 24/24 | AC: 18 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 1st - 4/4&nbsp; 2nd - 2/2</span><br><hr><hr><br>"Um, but, uh," La La stammered as the elves seemed to think of everything. No matter what sort of hopeful, hesitant noise she made they just kept telling her to go away! She wasn't entirely sure what to make of this situation. Surely they could see she just needed a permit or seven to be signed and then she could go back to expanding her garden and oh, what was this?<br><br>She had just been about to cease her hesitant umming and actually say something, when a blustery minotaur came stomping through. La La clutched the book she held even closer as he stomped up, sure that he was going to add to the telling her to go away, but in a much more fierce manner, only to find herself breathing a soft sigh of relief as he told her to come along! Finally! Maybe this minotaur was in charge of gardening permits?<br><br>"Oh, yes, um, yes." She stammered, her stammering of thanks fairly indistinguishable from her stammering of fear, she bowed her head to the minotaur to return his gesture. "I am, um, quite, that is, uh, very happy to uh, help and I, yes." She exhaled with a soft little trumpeting sigh, feeling proud of herself for getting this importnat information out. Just finish up this favor and then those permits were hers!<br><br>She didn't seem to pay the creaking under her weight much mind as she made her way up the ramp to the docked boat, apparently she was used to wooden floors creaking under her. <br><br>"Hello." She said, waving with her trunk to the centaur that followed the minotaur. "I'm La La."
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>18-08-2019, 18:04:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/ff/0b38051f5cf532a1334fd8fd9d2d3da1.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Dahlya Kos</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308778.msg15006627#msg15006627)</span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Oloven<br><strong>Location:</strong> Street Bazaar<br>HP: 24/24 | AC: 14 | Status: Prone</span><br><hr><hr><br>Dahlya was a woman who could indulge her hedonism at any price and enjoy every moment, though she wouldn't pretend that money didn't often buy more varied and intensive pleasures.&nbsp; As such, she felt no disappointment over the questionable quality of the food or the ale, downing half of her first mug almost before the food had hit the counter.&nbsp; Her eyes lingered on the elf girl as she felt each soft 'clap' of pliant globes seem to resonate with her own heartbeat, but her greedy gaze didn't prevent her from picking up the spicy sandwich and tearing off a mouthful.<br><br>Later, she'd likely find more annoyance in her interrupted dinner and a show than she would in the violence to follow.&nbsp; She could find pleasure in a fight, and often did, but she liked to schedule her delights so that she could savor each in their entirety.&nbsp; Besides, the dank, fetid scent of the spongy creature that had exploded from the barrel would put her off her feed for <em>at least</em> an hour.<br><br>She snarled as she was blown on her ass, her sandwich flying from her hand and a sharp curse flying from her lips. "Shit!"&nbsp; Her eyes squinted from the fumes that burned at them and then widened at the sight of the filthy creature that had birthed its self from the goblin's wares.&nbsp; "That the fucking fuck!"&nbsp; The only response she could muster for her partner in crime, hardly Shakespeare, but the best she could manage in the moment.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Initiative: 21</div><div class="spoiler_body">Summary: At 2019-08-18 10:50:55, Dahlya (uid: 24594) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=138685)<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geeklet</strong> on <strong>19-08-2019, 17:07:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/OTfINhw.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Tozispix</em></span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ventura<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct Two: The Mandolin<br>HP: 21/21 | AC: 14 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 1st - ●●</span><br><hr><hr>Sometimes when people crouched down like that, it was because they empathized with her. Other times, it was to mock her. But it wasn't until Ventura opened her mouth that she realized it was the latter. Her nose scrunched up as she made a face of disdain towards the woman. "No. I'm supposed to set up the pyro for, uh..." she paused, only just now realizing that she never actually got the <em>name</em> of the woman she was working for. "... the cracked lady over there," she finally concluded. It was all she could think about, the way her skin didn't always bend in the corners like a normal person did.<br><br>But just then there was a rumble. And though one would think that members of the Izzet league were used to explosions, there was always a time and a place for everything. This, however, was completely new to her, and she was easily distracted. "Da fuu..." she muttered, immediately climbing on top of a nearby table, trying to peer out the window to see what was going on. Unsatisfied at not being able to see anything, she grumbled slightly as she began to climb back down to the ground, only to see the zombie coming over towards her. Ugh, last thing she needed was it getting in the way. Quietly she tried to shoo him away, and thankfully it either understood, or didn't even see her, as it kept on going past them.<br><br>Finally, she turned back to Ventura, trying to act all professional again. "Anyway, supposed to set some stuff up, and was told you were the one that would know where I'm supposed to be doing it." She was oblivious to the other man running up to her, that was until he tried to use her head as a table. Suddenly she swung her arms about violently to get him to move the piece of paper off her forehead. "Watch it, mister! If I didn't know better, I'd say that deadhead over there is smarter than you," she retorted, while motioning back towards percy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>22-08-2019, 09:30:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/Coco_monochrome.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Ventura</em></span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tozispix<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct Two: The Mandolin<br>HP: 24/24 | AC: 14 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 2nd - ●●<br>Active Effects: Disguise Self</span><br><hr><hr>Ventura covered her mouth in feigned horror as Tozispix explained who she was and what she was there for. "Oh, I'm so terribly sorry!" Actress as she was, she might have been laying it on a little thick, wringing out remorse like last month's rags. "I thought you were- well, it doesn't matter who I thought you were. If you are the explosives expert," she paused, giving Tozi a Look that sought some sort of confirmation, but she continued whether she got it or not, "of course you have good reason to be here." <br><br>She bowed low with a flourish and a hand to her chest, although her red hat of authority seemed magically fixed in place. "Acacia Varinia, a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Straightening up into a more severe disposition, she pulled the clipboard off Tozi's head with a sharp gesture. A simple flick of her fingers signed this name on the elf's papers - although Ventura didn't know what exactly she was signing for, it would probably end up useful. The only white elephants coming to this particular soiree would be delivering themselves, after all!<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Prestidigitation</div><div class="spoiler_body">Using Prestidigitation to color the paper in the pattern of a signature. ...yeah, it'll wear off in an hour, but I'm sure it'll be fiiiine.</div></div><br>"By way of apology, please allow me to assist you. The young miss', ah, <em>helpers</em>," she gestured to Percy and sniffed, "don't seem like they have the kind of necessary precision for delicate work such as yours, yes?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>28-08-2019, 02:55:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/GprBb0wC/last-of-us-spore-zombie-4-by-kendjee-zee-d75zwt4.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>With Friends Like These</strong></span><br><strong>Tagging: Oloven, Dahlya<br>Location: Precinct Two: Outskirts of the Merchant Quarter</strong><br><hr><br>The ghastly creature snarled and hissed and snapped its teeth. All at once... which was something of a novelty. Through the fetid haze of its own birth it crawled, just as eager to get away from the stench as everyone else apparently. Though it was shaped like a man, teeth and claws clacked hungrily in a number of places along its body. It was a chorus of hisses and groans as it set its "sights" on Dahlya. Awkward for the first few steps as if learning how to keep upright, its hunger suddenly gave it purpose and speed.<br><br>Skittering bonelessly behind the makeshift bar, it sprinted full speed towards the Orzhov. It was heedless of any obstructions and collided with the heavy oak bar. Rather than the counter giving way, its own waist did with a wet ripping sound like tissue paper. The trauma did not slow the creature in the slightest as its torso flopped across the table. Its arms slapped wetly against the oak and it sprang into the air, intent upon its prey. <br><br>Meanwhile, from behind the bar there was a series of wet thumps as if someone was repeatedly trying to blindly walk through the wood. After a handful of attempts, by luck as much as design, the lower half of the creature found the end of the bar and stumbled out onto the cobblestone. It fell over onto it's ass, spasming and kicking like a chicken in its a death throes. Unfortunately, it didn't stop kicking, its ichorous flesh spliting and twisting as a massive eye slid into place on what passed for its spinal column. It made a sound like rusty metal against glass and began crab walking towards Oloven. Though neither one of them spoke keg monster, it could be assumed that the thing was challenging them to a fight.<br><br>What do you do?!?!<br><br>(SOMEHOW you kids both beat out the randomly chosen opponents by 1 each so you get to go first! <br><br>Current Intiative is:<br><br>Dahyla:&nbsp; &nbsp; 21<br>Top Half:&nbsp; 20<br>Oloven:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;5<br>Bottom:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;4 <br><br>In addition to combat actions, I'll need a perception check from Oloven! And please remember your movement speed is half for the opening turn!)<br><br>Squares = 5 feet<br>(https://i.postimg.cc/nzxcvqcf/FIGHT-1-1.jpg)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Keg Monster Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-08-27 17:45:32, Brittlby (uid: 870) rolls: 1d20a1 Result: 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=138959)<br>At 2019-08-27 17:45:53, Brittlby (uid: 870) rolls: 1d20a1 Result: 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=138960)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>28-08-2019, 03:19:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/zfHD3Cyv/0ea9600e49e04ecec55f78aa38e362d3-fantasy-elephant-creature-feat.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Good Cop, Bad Cop</strong></span><br><strong>Tagging: Theokleia and La La<br>Location: Precinct Two: The Radu Family Boat House</strong><br><br>"La...La..." Aranus tried the name out on his tongue briefly, before deciding it would suffice. He beckoned to his subordinate as if she were falling behind. She wasn't, but he felt it made him look like he had things well in hand. Inspiring confidence in people was an unspoken duty of the command staff he had come to find. As he took up the rear to make certain they were not attacked from behind on their way up the gangplank, it only occurred to him halfway up that perhaps a minotaur, centaur AND a loxodon were well past the weight limit of the ramp. <br><br>Thankfully, despite the ominous creak of the ancient wood, it held strong. Orator Radu had been a massive fellow, even for a loxodon and so it should come as no surprise that it was up to the challenge. As he at last made his way up to the deck, hopping down next to the ladies, Aranus nodded reassuringly to LaLa, "Oh, there is no need to be timid. Orator Radu was a gregarious and warm soul! Never a cross word came out of his mouth... unless it was funny. He was a funny man. BUT, my point is, how far from his mighty oak can his seed fall?"<br><br>The minotaur unfastened and flipped up the doors leading down into the "galley". Though he had not met the daughter, he (like most soldiers and... well most anyone who bent an elbow) had been to the House Boat enough to know his way around. Bottles and small casks lined the walls along the broad walkway down, all rare vintages and all quite empty. Radu liked to collect difficult to obtain spirits and wines, but unlike most collectors, he had been firmly of the mind that booze was for drinking. And so he had quite a bottle collection as an aid to memory in the hopes it would remind himself of the nights that the liquor had made him forget.<br><br>The galley itself was a library "of sorts", though a cursory study of the titles and condition of the books might make a scholar proper shake their head in dismay. Tijuana bibles, illustrated tales of daring, collections of bedtime stories told most "rudely" and collections of bawdy jokes were the majority of the contents of his massive "collection". A loxodon woman was perched in an old leather loveseat, shifting her weight irritably against the chair. It was the seat of her father and it had had decades for the stuffing to learn the curvature of his ass. She trumpeted irritably as she was forced to choose one side of the loveseat to sit in, lest she fall deep within its cushions never to be found again. Her eyes blazed like topaz as she took note of the recently arrivals. <br><br>Despite Aranus' reassurances to the contrary, she had a fierce look about her. They were the eyes of a predator. Bureaucrat Radu tilted her head to the side curiously at the other loxodon. Her confusion passed quickly as it occurred to her, "Miss Poxy must have sent you. Clever little bitch that one..." Radu hauled herself out of the chair with no small amount of difficulty, moving uncomfortably close to the other Loxodon. A good half foot taller than Lala, her presence was certainly the more aggressive of the two, looming over the cleric, "What an excellent idea! I am glad I reached out to Selesnya Conclave. Not many know what Orator Radu's daughter looks like! A decoy would split any assassination attempts!"<br><br>Radu began to play with Lala's hair as if to reassure herself that it could be teased into a more formal style. She gripped the neckline of the Loxodon's dress to peek in at her cleavage with clinical detachment, "I think I have a dress that would suit you... I like it!" <br><br>Aranus blinked, words failing him throughout the exchange. He regained his composure after remembering to swallow hard, "Is this... the item we are to guard?"<br><br>Radu let go of Lala's dress in favor of turning towards the small black leather satchel by her father's chair, "Yes. Do be careful with it."<br><br>The package was no larger than a hat case, locked by magic runes and horse glue, "It shall not leave my side!" Klint replied with a stuffy bow, immediately handing it to his subordinate. The contents rattled within as he brusquely let it drop a few inches above Theo's grasp, "I am somewhat concerned with this change of plans, Bureaucrat Radu. You see, we are only staffed to protect one target! Multiple targets would vastly complicate things with just the two of us!"<br><br>"Oh, Poxy wouldn't send me some green clitted tree-fucker, I assure you! This one here is a warrior born! She can take care of herself! Show us your war face, girl!" She insisted, slapping Lala on the shoulder playfully, "Vicious!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>28-08-2019, 03:56:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/44/83/f6/4483f6e0af24bf4839e33a1f8003efff.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Define "Flammable"</strong></span><br><strong>Tagging: Tozispix, Acacia Varinia<br>Location: Precinct Two: The Mandolin</strong><br><br>The delivery elf looked around confused for a moment before peeking under his clipboard to find Tozispix. He jerked back and almost fell over from the shock of the goblin sneaking up on him with a shout of, "WHOA! ... sorry fella! I... hah! It's been a long day!" The elf licked his fingertips and ran them through his hair, reaffixing his combover firmly back into place on his dome. With that small bit of composure returned to the noble ale delivery elf, he offered a gratful nod to Acadia as she filled out the paperwork, "Sorry to you as well! I've been hauling these things all over town! Glad to almost be done with it!"<br><br>He slapped the barrel top with a short laugh. The black oak responded by gurgling ominously. It creaked audibly, the wood bulging from the internal pressure. The elf held his breath until at last the keg seemed to reach an equilibrium and settle back into its original shape. He laughed nervously, "That wasn't at all weird or cause for concern! Right?"<br><br>Percy responded with a mumbled moan from the other side of the room, though it might have just been gas escaping his lungs and not a real "response" to the rhetorical. The delivery fellow collected his clipboard and retreated with a soft bow, "Sorry again! You all have a good show!" The waitress helpfully collected the dolly with the kegs, leaving Acacia alone with the explosives expert. <br><br>Should they endeavor to look, the twosome will find that despite the explosive tragedy that befell him, Percy was actually a reasonably talented pyrotechnics specialist and his notes are extremely helpful in terms of both the scope of work and also pitfalls to avoid... or steer directly into should some performance arts anarchist find that they wanted to derail the show! <br><br>(I'll need an Arcana check from Tozi and a Sleight of Hand check from "Acacia" if she wants to do anything nefarious! Collapsing the threads fairly shortly and moving THIS one towards the evening/closer to show time in the next post or two! Which also means I'll stop railroading you two and actually give you more options! -_- THAT SAID, if you have any other observational checks/rolls or bar tangents that interest you, it could be rewarded with more info or loot!)<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>28-08-2019, 04:25:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/86/90/5f/86905f15ad3dd2cfb780ac1359c494ff.jpg)<br><div style="text-align: right;">●○</div></div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Oloven Dane (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308778.msg15006511#msg15006511)</em></span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dahlya, WTF Top and WTF Bottom<br><strong>Location:</strong> Street Bazaar<br>HP: 20/20 | AC: 12 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 1st - ●●●●&nbsp; 2nd - ●○</span><br><hr><hr><br>This was....Oloven had no words. Fortunately; though, he had an instinct to survive, and it drove him to his feet immediately. He wasn't to go out by being kicked to death by a pair of mushroom legs! <br><br>As he rose, he backed away as much as he could. Then, with a swift dance of nimble fingers and an incantation eerily haunted by dark echoes, he cast a trio of scorching rays at the monstrosity hobbling towards. If he was lucky, the fetid waste of ale from which it was born would aid it on its way to death.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Attacks: 12, 6 (Nat 1), 8</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-08-27 21:15:09, Oloven (uid: 59819) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=138963)<br>At 2019-08-27 21:15:17, Oloven (uid: 59819) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=138964)<br>At 2019-08-27 21:15:22, Oloven (uid: 59819) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=138965)</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Damage (if that first attack hits): 7 Fire</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-08-27 21:16:00, Oloven (uid: 59819) rolls: 2d6 Result: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=138966)</div></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Perception: 8</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Oloven rolled: 1d20, adding 3 to the total<br>Comment: Perception<br>Result: 5, <br>Total: 8</div></div><br><br>...if he could manage to even touch the thing....<br><br><br><strong><em>Moving 15ft diagonally away from Bottom half and casting <span class="bbc_u">Scorching Ray</span> at it.</em></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>29-08-2019, 00:58:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/0F0Ny1C.jpg?1)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>La La Daiza</em></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308778.msg15006913#msg15006913)<br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Theokleia, NPCS<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct Two: The Radu Family Boat House<br>HP: 24/24 | AC: 18 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 1st - 4/4&nbsp; 2nd - 2/2</span><br><hr><hr><br>La La sucked her trunk in to hug against herself as she gallumphed up the creaky walkway. <br><br>"Oh um," she began a bit timidly, "Oak seeds actually travel quite far you see, that's what the acorns are for! You see the uh, oak tree needs a lot of space and light so it wouldn't do for it's own young to have to grow up in its shadow! In fact some make it all the way from my little plot to the rubble belt!" She said happily, then realized this completely contradicted the point that the minotaur was trying to make and suddenly felt self-conscious. "Er, um, but, that's only the oak trees in my gardens..." she said hesitantly, leaving open the obviously not at all realistic possibility that Aranus had meant some other type of oak tree.<br><br>Thankfully there was a distraction in the form of lovely glassware. La La loved glasswork! She was saving up gold to buy her own glassblowing equipment, to use in the traditional loxodon style of blowing into the tube with ones trunk rather than the mouth. The merry trumpeting would put joy and love into the glassware! At least according to the teachings of Mat'Selesnya. She smiled eagerly at all of the pretty examples, memorizing patterns and styles to try out herself someday. <br><br>La La raised her trunk in a wiggling wave to the woman seated uncomfortably on her father's 'throne.' Her trunk paused mid-wiggle as the woman lurched to her feet and towered over the already rather tall La La. The bulky loxodon rarely felt small, but quite often felt intimidated, so at least some of this was normal for her. <br><br>"Uh ah, oh, uh, ah, Poxy, yes." She stammered in reply, letting out a nervous little trumpet at the end, then clapping her hand over the end of her trunk in embarrassment, eyes wide and then staring down at her feet, which somehow despite being massive round things were shuffling nervously. <br><br>"D-d-d-d-duh-decoy?" She stammered, suddenly realizing what was going. "I, ah," she raised a finger as if for a chance to be called on to give her input on this when suddenly she was being patted and her robe pulled out in a very awkward inspection. She let out another trumpet, this one more nervous and loud than before, but was too timid to actually tell the woman to stop!<br><br>"Um. Um." War face? Well perhaps she could paint especially fierce colors? Oh, no that's not what she meant! <br><br>"Um, ah, rawr?" She tried, scrunching up her features in hope she would randomly hit on something that qualified as a 'war face.' <br><br>She was beginning to wonder if this was a bit excessive to ask of someone just for a permit to grow taller plants in their garden!
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>29-08-2019, 18:10:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/ff/0b38051f5cf532a1334fd8fd9d2d3da1.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Dahlya Kos</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308778.msg15006627#msg15006627)</span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mushroom Monster<br><strong>Location:</strong> Street Bazaar<br>HP: 24/24 | AC: 14 | Status: Normal</span><br><hr><hr><br>Some days you drank the ale, and some days a fungal nightmare sprang full formed from the barrel and ripped its self in half trying to drink you.&nbsp; Put <em>that</em> on a pillow.&nbsp; She scrambled back as the beast came for her, climbing to her feet with a soft retching sound rising from deep in her chest.&nbsp; It was foul and getting fouler, but of all the things Dahlya had been asked, commanded or paid to kill it was among the least morally questionable.&nbsp; Gross she could handle, no problem.<br><br>Her hand went to her rapier and she drew it, wasting no time in dancing forward with unmistakable grace to close the small distance she'd put between herself and the monster.&nbsp; Standing sidelong and extending her arm with her light, flexible sword gripped almost loosely, she slashed at the creature.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Attack: 20; Damage: 6</div><div class="spoiler_body">Summary: At 2019-08-29 11:06:27, Dahlya (uid: 24594) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=139003)<br><br>Full Result: Dahlya rolled: 1d20, adding 5 to the total<br>Comment: Attack<br>Result: 15, <br>Total: 20<br><br>Summary: At 2019-08-29 11:06:51, Dahlya (uid: 24594) rolls: 1d8a3 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=139004)<br><br>Full Result: Dahlya rolled: 1d8, adding 3 to the total<br>Comment: Damage<br>Result: 3, <br>Total: 6</div></div><br><br><strong><em>Moving 10 feet, drawing weapon, moving five feet and attacking.</em></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geeklet</strong> on <strong>30-08-2019, 00:02:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/OTfINhw.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Tozispix</em></span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ventura<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct Two: The Mandolin<br>HP: 21/21 | AC: 14 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 1st - ●●</span><br><hr><hr><br>"Fella?" Her brow crinkled, and a small growl began to rumble in the back of her throat, but it quickly passed. Her attention was then drawn to the gurgling barrel, and despite the unease of its deliveryman, the young goblin grew closer, suspicious eyes upon the object, curious as to what was within.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Arcana</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=139006<br>Roll Result: Tozi rolled: 1d20<br>Comment: Arcana Check<br>Result: 4<br><br>Not sure if her proficiency bonus would apply, so the end result would be 9 with the bonus, 6 without.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>30-08-2019, 09:47:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/Coco_monochrome.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Ventura</em></span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tozispix<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct Two: The Mandolin<br>HP: 24/24 | AC: 14 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 2nd - ●●<br>Active Effects: Disguise Self</span><br><hr><hr>Ventura is already looking at Percy's notes, paging through them with a complete indifference to the idea that they might be proprietary information. She does, after all, have the Red Hat of Authority, which means that as long as she acts like she's supposed to be doing so, nobody will question it. Her understanding of what they mean isn't exactly legendary, but hopefully she can pick up what she needs to know.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Sleight of Hand: 6, Arcana: 12</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-08-28 01:59:25, Ventura (uid: 56325) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=138970)<br>At 2019-08-28 01:59:40, Ventura (uid: 56325) rolls: 1d20a1 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=138971)</div></div><br><br>There's something about the elf's explanation that strikes a chord with her, however. Another little wave of her hand presents a glowing red arrow in front of the elf delivery boy that indicates he should turn around. Hopefully he's been following directions so long he doesn't even question it. <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Minor Illusion</div><div class="spoiler_body">Minor Illusion!</div></div><br>"Just a second, darling," she says, elbow-deep in notes and looking down her glasses at him, "important Azorius business, pursuant to Statute BBQ-A1 concerning the transport of sauce and other dangerous goods. You say you've been delivering these all over town. How many did you deliver, and where exactly did you deliver them to?"<br><br>After all, painful experience has taught her that it's perilous to tunnel-vision while pursuing a scheme - and there are certainly enough schemers in town to cause a spectacular pileup of ruses, plots, plans, gambits, and other assorted subterfuges.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Persuasion: 21</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-08-30 02:36:04, Ventura (uid: 56325) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=139016)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ershin</strong> on <strong>06-09-2019, 22:49:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/202ddUS.png)</div><em><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>T</strong></span></span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">heokleia</span></em><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lala, NPCs<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct Two: The Radu Family Boat House<br>HP: 22/22 | AC: 19 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 1st - ●●●&nbsp; </span><br><hr><hr><br><strong>"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms Lala,"</strong> Theo responded with a salute and a smile, always loving how creative Loxodon could be with their trunks, <strong>"I am Theokleia of the Boros Legion. You can call me Theo if you'd prefer though, people seem to find it easier."</strong><br>Her gaze turned sheepishly towards the steps that led up to the boat house and she winced slightly, letting the Conclave member in front of her as her captain made her go first before him. <em>"Dear oh dear,"</em> she muttered to herself as she trotted her way up. Everyone knew that animals such as cows could go up stairs well enough but not down. It was well that they had built a ramp up to the ship rather than stairs in order to keep the nautical theme of the impressive structure, else however would the Captain have left this place?<br><br>Theo was even more impressed with the interior of the former vessel, formidable, sturdy, enough room for a centaur to actually move around in which was more than could be set for a majority of premises that she had been in during her lifetime unless they had been owned by one of her kind. <strong>"Oh, do you garden, Ms Lala?"</strong>&nbsp; she asked just prior to their entrance to Bureaucrat Radu's chambers, as the elephant looked quite uncomfortable in her situation, <strong>"I would love to see your work some time. I can't do it myself, any green thumb I might have had was put into metal work a long time ago."</strong> <br><br>Her salute refreshed as the trio made their way before Radu, keeping to attention and taking in her surroundings and looking out for any possible exits from the room apart from the one they had just come into should they require a swift retreat. She had to admit though, she was unsure that Lala was quite up for the position of decoy, flustered as she was it seemed as though she hadn't even been told about it, as though she had come before the bureaucrat for another reason entirely. Before questions could usher forth from her mouth though, a satchel of black leather was foisted upon her.<br><strong>"Pardon me, ma'am,"</strong> Theo addressed the larger loxodon in her best beat cop voice when speaking to a superior or person of higher standing who was making a report or required questioning, authoritative but not aggressive, but still all business and a stark contrast to how she had interacted with Lala, <strong>"In order to better fulfil our orders which were initially to guard your good self, may I enquire as to the nature of the package we are to keep hold of in addition in order to best carry out our assignment?"</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>08-09-2019, 04:38:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/44/83/f6/4483f6e0af24bf4839e33a1f8003efff.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Define "Flammable"</strong></span><br><strong>Tagging: Tozispix, Acacia Varinia<br>Location: Precinct Two: The Mandolin</strong><br><br><hr><br>The delivery elf blinked at the question, his eyes filling with the cautious uncertainty of middle management. He had never heard of BBQ-A1 but it certainly sounded sticky... The last thing he needed was to get in trouble with his boss. He removed his hat and nervously rubbed his balding head, "I uhmmm... I can get you a list... but seriously, ALL OVER! It's a bicentennial ale from the Two Sides Brewery! Crafted to mellow over half a century from an elvish recipe! It..."<br><br>He looked from Tozi who was inspecting the barrel to Acacia, nervous sweat beading up on his upper lip. As a fairly good judge of character, the safety inspector would no doubt recognize the nervousness of an incompetant when she saw one over the jitters of the guilty. The elf was BOTH, "Look, it came up on the market cheap. Wagons full of the stuff for a pittance! We figure it must taste like horse piss or the elves wouldn't have given it to us so cheap, BUT... you know how snobs are about their craft beer! They'll choke it down and insist that it's an "acquired taste"! Look, we didn't do anything illegal, but if we have to give Azorius a "permit fee" it can be arranged! We sold... forty or fifty of them all up and down the street!"<br><br>Meanwhile Tozi moved closer and closer to the barrel, suspicion overtaking good sense and caution. The first barrel had stopped gurgling, but now there was the sound of something scratching from within the second. It seemed to sense the heat of something alive on the other side of the oak now that it was roused from its slumber. It began rocking back and forth, dancing as something inside scratched and banged against its prison. What in the hell could live in a cask for 50 years?<br><br>It seemed they were not going to be left in suspense for long as the top of the barrel cracked, something insect like and furry chipping its way though with razor sharp talons. Squeeks and clicks immenated from within as one last blow sent the barrel top flying off onto the floor. A great hairy spider leg peeked over the edge, far too large for any common household pest. It was followed by another, each tipped with a serrated edge the color of mares blood.<br><br>At last it pulled itself out of the depths and shrieked a warbling challenge! <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Beast!</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.postimg.cc/DwBsDzqw/IMG-4005.jpg)</div></div> Then it scuttled off under a table, vanishing beneath a loose floorboard. The elf delivery boy looked inside the keg, discovering that there was a hole in the bottom as well, where the creature must have chewed through earlier. He turned his attention from the empty keg to the "Azorius Official" to the Waitress, and laughed nervously, "I'll... take that one off the bill..."<br><br>Meanwhile, the other keg sat ominously still...
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>08-09-2019, 04:38:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/zfHD3Cyv/0ea9600e49e04ecec55f78aa38e362d3-fantasy-elephant-creature-feat.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Good Cop, Bad Cop</strong></span><br><strong>Tagging: Theokleia and La La<br>Location: Precinct Two: The Radu Family Boat House</strong><br><br><hr><br>"Yes. You may inquire." Bureaucrat Radu replied to the Boros Legionaire, then turned her attention back to Lala without elaborating. The Loxodon trumpted and thumped the top of the case with her knuckle, "Pardon. I was trying humor. I didn't care for it either. The package is a family heirloom. Rare and personal to my father and apparently worth something to a collector of morbid antiquities."<br><br>She snapped open the case while it was in Theo's grasp and dipped her stubby fingers into the packing material. The prize glittered in her hands, an tankard with bronze sculpture fashioned around an ivory body. The base was a stained glass circle that caught the light when it was empty, as if to cue its owner that it was time for another round, "It was fashioned from the tusk of my great grandfather. Orator Radu's drinking stein. He liked to tell people that he was "taking his grandfather out for drinks" when he used it... Again, I was not "blessed" with his sense of humor. I do have interested parties who wish to purchase it for sentimental reasons and with so much money exchanging hands, that is precisely why I requested your aid."<br><br>"AND we are only too pleased to aid you!" Aranus insisted, apparently very smitten with Radu's authoritarian tone. Or perhaps he was simply one of those fellows who found themselves routinely in deep smit. <br><br>"Miss Lala! We are already too late to be early, so we must hurry to be on time. I do not care to be late! I am never late. And if you are to be me tonight then neither are you! Getting you laced into one of my corsets will be arduous for a first timer, but you will love the way it sculpts your curves... as soon as you get used to the shallow breathing." Bureaucrat Radu replaced the tankard rather brusquely into the case. But then it was designed to be used by a drunken loxodon, so perhaps her indelicacy was less of a concern than it seemed. She beckoned Lala, apparently enjoying the awkwardness of the girl on some level.
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>08-09-2019, 04:39:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/GprBb0wC/last-of-us-spore-zombie-4-by-kendjee-zee-d75zwt4.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>With Friends Like These</strong></span><br><strong>Tagging: Oloven, Dahlya<br>Location: Precinct Two: Outskirts of the Merchant Quarter</strong><br><hr><br>Bones and teeth clacked menacingly as the torso shambled towards Dahlya, somehow faster now that it did not have to contend with the "drag weight" of its lower half. Kos' blade came up to meet it, cutting through the thing like wet tissue paper... until it didn't, embedding itself two thirds through the creature before hitting bone and sliding free with a spray of green and black gore.<br><br>The slash went from right shoulder to left abdomen, so deep the creature's own body lost the ability to support itself. It split open along the slash as its musculature failed it. Its flat white teeth slithered into place as its black rubbery gums flowed impossibly along the cut, turning the wound into a gaping maw. It belched out what passed for blood and snapped at the Orzhov assassin. Unsteady from its wounds, it clapped its "jaw" shut inches away from its foe.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Gross Bite Attack=8</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-09-07 19:57:53, Brittlby (uid: 870) rolls: 1d20a1 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=139177)</div></div><br><br>Less graceful than his companion in the face of the ale powered nightmare fuel, Oloven's spell was considerably more effective. Made of teeth, dessicated mushrooms and high potency alcohol, two out of three of the beast's form were highly flammable. The blast hit it and it lit up like a beacon with a WHOOMP! sound and a wave of heat. The abomination reached for Oloven, its fingers trembling and hungry, but the flames were too much for it, consuming the beast before it could close the distance.<br><br>(Oloven Perception failed. Kos can roll Perception to catch what he missed!<br><br>Current Intiative is:<br><br>Dahyla:&nbsp; &nbsp; 21<br>Top Half:&nbsp; 20<br>Oloven:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;5<br><br>(https://i.postimg.cc/wTHMHVBW/5078eda12c7e9f7ffd0d9f7a09a0fb13.jpg)<br>)<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>09-09-2019, 00:26:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/0F0Ny1C.jpg?1)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>La La Daiza</em></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308778.msg15006913#msg15006913)<br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Theokleia, NPCS<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct Two: The Radu Family Boat House<br>HP: 24/24 | AC: 18 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 1st - 4/4&nbsp; 2nd - 2/2</span><br><hr><hr><br>Lala appears to be petrified in terror as Radu beckoned her to follow. <br><br>She gave Theo a glance, a wide-eyed, terrified glance that simply said 'help!' <br><br>She would much rather discuss gardening with the centaur, but this whole experience was quite overwhelming for the gentle, peaceful loxodon and she fretted as she wrung her hands and trunk all together in front of her. <br><br>An idea occurred! "Oh, I'm sorry but my paint is very hard to wash off and I'm sure it would be hard to impersonate you like this?" She stammered, her trunk pointing towards the colorful paint she wore on her face.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Deception, NATURAL 20!!!</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: La La rolled: 1d20<br>Comment: Deception<br>Result: 20,<br>Total: 20</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>09-09-2019, 07:15:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/86/90/5f/86905f15ad3dd2cfb780ac1359c494ff.jpg)<br><div style="text-align: right;">●○</div></div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Oloven Dane (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308778.msg15006511#msg15006511)</em></span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dahlya, WTF Top<br><strong>Location:</strong> Street Bazaar<br>HP: 20/20 | AC: 12 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 1st - ●●●●&nbsp; 2nd - ●○</span><br><hr><hr><br>There was a moment--just after he cast his spell--that he was sure he was going to be assaulted by the creature's kicks as well as its choking stench. Then...boom! It erupted in a great pillar of swirling flame (or so it seemed to him in this adrenaline-fueled moment). He watched, wary, as it pushed closer and closer, giving every bit of its remaining energy to its vicious goal. And then it was dead.<br><br>He turned to Dahlya and her disgusting opponent, and with another incantation, he prepared to fire off a beam of ice, just in case.<br><br><strong><em>Holding action for Ray of Frost, and will cast it at the monster if Dahlya doesn't finish it off.</em></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>10-09-2019, 13:34:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/Coco_monochrome.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Ventura</em></span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tozispix<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct Two: The Mandolin<br>HP: 24/24 | AC: 14 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 2nd - ●●<br>Active Effects: Disguise Self</span><br><hr><hr>Ventura facepalmed as the horrible monster forced its way out of the barrel and skittered away. As long as it didn't eat anyone important, it wasn't her problem. The still one, though... she knew a lot of things that <em>gurgled</em> and none of them were good. More importantly, none of them would be remotely of use to her.<br><br>"Darling," she beckoned with a finger to Tozispix, "how many of those pyrotechnics do you have ready already, and how big is the payload? I'd like to enlist your assistance in disposing of some dangerous materials, and the tried-and-true method of doing so safely is to blow them up as thoroughly as possible."<br><br>"You, meanwhile," she crossed the distance between herself and the delivery elf with one long <em>vault</em> and lifted the elf boy by his collar, "will have a great deal to answer for unless you can provide me with a truly spectacular permit fee or a great deal of very interesting information in the next ten seconds. Ten... nine..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 05:39:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/ff/0b38051f5cf532a1334fd8fd9d2d3da1.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Dahlya Kos</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308778.msg15006627#msg15006627)</span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mushroom Monster<br><strong>Location:</strong> Street Bazaar<br>HP: 24/24 | AC: 14 | Status: Normal</span><br><hr><hr><br>Dahlya had seen a <em>lot</em> of truly fucked up shit in her time as an assassin for the syndicate, not the least of which was the creepy demon-baby they'd only recently left behind them.&nbsp; But, in the split second she was given to process the monstrosity's transformation to something even <em>more</em> unsettling, she simply could not recall anything more twisted.&nbsp; Perhaps later, when she had more time and was spending less of her concentration on suppressing her gag reflex, she would be able to remember an event that topped it.&nbsp; She almost hoped she would...if only because it would mean she hadn't been turned into fetid horror chow.<br><br>She lacked the skill or tools to light the vile thing aflame, so she had to trust that hacking it enough would reduce it to twitching gobbets of rot that couldn't do more than writhe on the ground.&nbsp; Would that really be <em>better</em> though?&nbsp; Dropping her mind into the cool, empty pool that calmed her thoughts and kept her hand steady, she darted toward the foul creature and flicked out at it with her blade.&nbsp; The usual grace and steadiness eluded her, however and she slashed the air before the beast, missing it entirely.<br><br>Knowing that she could trust her partner, she called sharply.&nbsp; "Oloven, now!"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Attack: 5 | Perception: 15</div><div class="spoiler_body">Summary: At 2019-09-10 22:33:57, Dahlya (uid: 24594) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=139292)<br><br>Full Result: Dahlya rolled: 1d20, adding 3 to the total<br>Comment: Attack<br>Result: 2,<br>Total: 5<br><br>Summary: At 2019-09-10 22:37:58, Dahlya (uid: 24594) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=139293)<br><br>Full Result: Dahlya rolled: 1d20, adding 6 to the total<br>Comment: Perception<br>Result: 9,<br>Total: 15<br><br>((-flips off the roller.-))</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 06:38:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/86/90/5f/86905f15ad3dd2cfb780ac1359c494ff.jpg)<br><div style="text-align: right;">●○</div></div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Oloven Dane (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308778.msg15006511#msg15006511)</em></span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dahlya, WTF Top<br><strong>Location:</strong> Street Bazaar<br>HP: 20/20 | AC: 12 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 1st - ●●●●&nbsp; 2nd - ●○</span><br><hr><hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Ray of Frost: Attack 17&nbsp; Damage 3</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Ollie rolled: 1d20, adding 5 to the total<br>Comment: Ray of Frost<br>Result: 12,<br>Total: 17<br><br>Roll Result: Ollie rolled: 1d8<br>Comment: Ray of Frost Damage<br>Result: 3,<br>Total: 3</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geeklet</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 18:12:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/OTfINhw.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Tozispix</em></span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ventura<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct Two: The Mandolin<br>HP: 21/21 | AC: 14 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 1st - ●●</span><br><hr><hr><br>There was a small shriek, and the little goblin recoiled in surprise. Though the beast was small, size was relative, and to her, at least, it seemed a bit larger than it would to the rest of the tavern patrons. But once it was gone, she quickly regained her composure, looking up to Ventura as she starting asking questions.<br><br>"Uh... none, and I don't know. Look lady, I kind of <em>just</em> got this job last second, so I am still trying to figure things out. I mean, the way I understand it, though, most stuff should be more or less ready to go, I just gotta make sure it all works. Someone before me already made arrangements and everything, but apparently he had an accident. So like, it shouldn't take long, I don't think. Probably leaves us enough time to do this thing you want us to do."<br><br>Poor Tozi. She was so eager to please people right now, she had no idea what she was getting herself into.
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>03-10-2019, 00:24:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/GprBb0wC/last-of-us-spore-zombie-4-by-kendjee-zee-d75zwt4.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>With Friends Like These</strong></span><br><strong>Tagging: Oloven, Dahlya<br>Location: Precinct Two: Outskirts of the Merchant Quarter</strong><br><hr><br>Set up by Dahlya, the abomination was left entirely open to Oloven's spell, its body wilting and crackling with the sudden drop of temperature. The cold was less effective than the fire, but it had already suffered a tremendous wound from Dahlya's blade. The thing grew too frigid to maintain its balance and pitched forward into the street. It shattered upon impact, though some small bit of it at the core was still alive and chomping. <br><br>Like a nightmarish version of children's "chattering teeth", the maw chomped and hopped a few feet before dropping into the sewer. In the aftermath of the unexpected battle, they likely found themselves MORE in need of a drink to steady their nerves than when they had started. <br><br>Dahyla had noticed a small detail that made the whole event even more worrying if she chose to trouble her partner with the knowledge. That beast wasn't coming for them like a mindless animal. It had an agenda. She'd managed to catch a glimpse before it was hit by Oloven's frost. The monster hadn't been reaching out to attack. It was attempting to steal their case...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>03-10-2019, 00:42:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/zfHD3Cyv/0ea9600e49e04ecec55f78aa38e362d3-fantasy-elephant-creature-feat.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Good Cop, Bad Cop</strong></span><br><strong>Tagging: La La<br>Location: Precinct Two: The Radu Family Boat House</strong><br><br><hr><br>"Very well... I can absolutely understand. I have my own make up pecularites. I think I enjoy you, so we shall work around yours tonight. After all, few know what I look like! You might very well pass for the child of Orator Radu than the genuine article!" Bureaucrat Radu laughed in a monotone before giving La La another slap on the shoulder. It was probably meant as a reassuring and friendly gesture, but she wasn't very good at it or being friendly OR being reassuring it seemed. Most likely she had seen someone do it once and had come to the conclusion that that was just one of those things that people did! <br><br>Aranus retook the package from Theo before sending her off on some menial task. Transparently, he seemed eager to prove himself a capable male to the larger ladies. "I shall guard you and your valuables with my very life! Once, I wielded a tavern sign as a shield in defense of a..."<br><br>Radu turned away, having decided that ignoring his story would be the quickest way to make it stop. Brusque as she was, no one could chastise her for the results as the Minotaur simply trailed off, watching her leave. He drummed his fingertips on the box, somewhat embarrassed by the whole matter, before he remembered La La was still there. The Legionnaire cleared his throat and tried to sound officious, "The carriage will be ready shortly. I'll go... see to it... Unless you wanted to hear about the time I wielded a tavern sign as a shield in defense! I can tell you on the journey!" He looked sadly hopeful that she would be interested. A military man and soldier born, he simply did not understand why it was that women found his stories of urban battle as engaging as he himself did!<br><br><strong>[Continued in Define "Flammable"]</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>03-10-2019, 00:54:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/44/83/f6/4483f6e0af24bf4839e33a1f8003efff.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Define "Flammable"</strong></span><br><strong>Tagging: Tozispix, Acacia Varinia<br>Location: Precinct Two: The Mandolin</strong><br><br><hr><br>The delivery elf shook his head frantically at the very thought of it. Permit fee? There was no way they would pay that! Which meant... he opened up his codpiece and looked sadly down his pants,&nbsp; "Look, if I pay you out of my own pocket, will you keep quiet about this?" He pulled a small bag of silver coins out of his pants, jingling them invitingly at Acacia. In this market, he couldn't afford to be unemployed, even if that WAS his drinking money for a fortnight. "You can do whatever you want with the other one, just let me get down the road! I can't be responsible for any more ale vanishing from the ledgers!"<br><br>Meanwhile, Tozi's predecessor had managed to get his undead ass out of the corner and was slowly setting up some of the pyrotechnics around the stage. Percy might be dead now, but just judging by muscle memory alone, he was once probably quite competent with explosives... before he blew himself up. Admittedly, he was doing Tozi's job now, but hey... as long as Nyla didn't see, she'd get paid!<br><br>And the "disposal job" Acacia was offering might be fun... provided it was a quick diversion. It was almost time to start getting ready to get ready!<br><strong><br>[Going to collapse two threads next DM post, so if there's anything you want to get done before I drag La La over for the actual show, do it soon or tell me so I can work around it!]</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>04-10-2019, 20:57:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/ff/0b38051f5cf532a1334fd8fd9d2d3da1.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Dahlya Kos</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308778.msg15006627#msg15006627)</span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Oloven; Goblin NPC<br><strong>Location:</strong> Street Bazaar<br>HP: 24/24 | AC: 14 | Status: Normal</span><br><hr><hr><br>For a moment all Dahlya could do was stare after the thing that dropped into the sewer, imagining the 'seed' of it taking root in the filth there and growing even larger than the creature that had emerged from the barrel.&nbsp; She considered suggesting they follow it and finish it off for good, but that would mean going into the sewers themselves and tracking it for gold knows how long.&nbsp; The thought of all that filthy work made her nose crinkle up and she decided that was a problem for another day...or, better yet, someone else.<br><br>Her attention moved to the stall where they'd been about to get their drinks, looking for the stilted goblin who had been serving them.&nbsp; "Three shots of your strongest liquor...on the house."&nbsp; The last three words were intoned with menace, making it clear she would accept no argument to the contrary.&nbsp; Her blade remained in her hand, held well away from her to avoid getting any of the foul fiends muck on her clothing.&nbsp; Turning, she looked to her partner and nodded to the case.<br><br>"Keep a firm grip on that, Oloven.&nbsp; The creature was far more interested in that than it was in us, which means someone set this whole fucking thing up.&nbsp; Elf girl included, I'll bet."&nbsp; As she recalled the girl, and her suspicions set in, she turned to see if the contortionist remained within sight.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>05-10-2019, 10:40:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/86/90/5f/86905f15ad3dd2cfb780ac1359c494ff.jpg)<br><div style="text-align: right;">●○</div></div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Oloven Dane (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308778.msg15006511#msg15006511)</em></span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dahlya, WTF Top<br><strong>Location:</strong> Street Bazaar<br>HP: 20/20 | AC: 15 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 1st - ●●●○&nbsp; 2nd - ●○</span><br><hr><hr><br>"<em>Of course</em> they are..." he sighed, checking his own clothes for cleanliness. Luckily, the nasty thing hadn't touched a thread. "Why am I not surprised the little taint didn't warn us about this?" Much like his partner, his attention had turned to the sewers--and much like her, he decided not to bother going down there. <br><br>He did; however, strengthen himself with a boost of magical defense.<br><br>"Three shots each," he added, giving the goblin a smile of pure menace. "We did just save your life, after all. And, as a bonus, we're not going to tell anyone you almost got this town infested with murderous mushrooms--if you tell us exactly where you got that barrel." After a moment of thought, he added, "and what you know about that graffiti on the...'house of favors'." It had also been on the barrel itself, after all.<br><br><strong><em>Casting Magic Armor</em></strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>05-10-2019, 21:52:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/0F0Ny1C.jpg?1)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>La La Daiza</em></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308778.msg15006913#msg15006913)<br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Theokleia, NPCS<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct Two: The Radu Family Boat House<br>HP: 24/24 | AC: 18 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 1st - 4/4&nbsp; 2nd - 2/2</span><br><hr><hr><br>La La glanced about as everyone seemed to be leaving. She held her hands together, fretting somewhat as her trunk curled in and she looked at the minotaur with big, innocent eyes.<br><br>"I saw a tavern once." She added helpfully, with a happy, yet nervous, tone that encouraged him to tell his story.<br><br>She was still not entirely sure what was going on, but as long as she went with the flow she just knew Mat'Selesnya would see her through! 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: OCULUS SINISTER: Act One - A Memory of Elephants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>11-10-2019, 05:55:32</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308933.msg15067721#msg15067721">Quote from: Guancyto on 10-09-2019, 13:34:54</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/Coco_monochrome.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Ventura</em></span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tozispix<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct Two: The Mandolin<br>HP: 24/24 | AC: 14 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 2nd - ●●<br>Active Effects: Disguise Self</span><br><hr><hr>Ventura sighed. "Count it up and hand it over," she said to the elf boy, and while he was counting out the coins she hit him over the head with a chair. Awfully crude, but he'd wake up broke and unemployed and probably hunted, which would be a great time to press him for more information about this strange burbling plot.<br><br>Provided that worked and she didn't just succeed at driving him out of the inn with a chair (which was the other possibility), she'd tie him up and save him for later.<br><br>Either way, she had work to do. First bring the burbling barrel outside and having Tozispix blow it up, <em>then</em> subtly adjust the direction of all the pyrotechnics and rockets so that they'd point at the stage instead of out over the crowd. That was probably easier with Percy's help, and seeing as how he was a zombie and probably worked in relative directions anyway it was a simple matter of turning everything around while she was "inspecting" it and letting Percy do his thing.<br><br>All in all, two flawless plans that couldn't possibly go wrong.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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