Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)
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				Title: <strong>Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>02-03-2015, 02:57:54</strong>
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				Jiana Silvermane&nbsp; was having a blast. She had been playing with her friends in the Forest prior to the annual migration. They were heading North again to the glorious foothills of the Griffon Range. It was the summer playground for the Faela. The time of making new relationships and remembering old ones. Reconnecting with the beautiful world of the silk business. They would be releasing the gorgeous butterflies into the world to mate and lay eggs for the caterpillars that made the soft silk fibers the Faela needed for their silk factories. <br><br>Jiana was happy to be heading North this year. She had her eye on a handsome male who was simply gorgeous. He was very busy honing his crafts and seldom saw Jiana as she did her work. But this year she was moving up. She would be honing her archery skills to be guarding the butterflies as they hatched out of their cocoons. Many enemies sought out the pretty butterflies. Mostly birds and snakes and other small animals. If the butterflies did not get a chance to let their wings dry they would be helpless prey.<br><br>No more gathering berries and other herbs for dyes. This year she had responsibility and a chance to meet the one she had her eye on. She was playing hide and seek with her best friends Gaily and Iris. They were deep in the Forest, deeper than they had ever gone before. All three felt adventurous and bold. None of them was prepared for the shock they were to receive.<br><br>It started out as a premonition. Gaily had stopped to rest at the top of a tall elm tree and looked to the East. Curious, she called down to the other two girls. “What is that? It’s all dark and sinister...like a creeping black mist. Is it smoke?”<br><br>Jiana flew up to look as did Iris. They were both stymied. “I have no clue, it might be a fire. Maybe we should warn the Grenida Rangers. This is their territory.”<br><br>Iris shrugged. “They might already know. I am going to go and look. Maybe it’s a new discovery!”<br><br>Before Jiana and Gaily could stop her, Iris flew down to the creeping fog to get a closer look. “I have a bad feeling about this, Jiana.” the blue Faela known as Gaily remarked.<br><br>They watched curiously as Iris went closer. Suddenly a high pitched scream rang out and Iris was drawn into the fog even as she tried furiously to fly away. The scream was cut off rather short. And the black fog billowed out towards them!<br><br>“RUN!!” yelled Gaily and she took off as fast as she could fly. Jiana right behind her. <br><br>As they flew as fast as they could for the safety of the Ranger’s station, Gaily flew right into a forest spider’s web. Jiana tried to pull her friend free. Glancing back as the creeping black fog drew closer. Gaily was caught completely and the spider was hurrying to catch her prey. <br><br>“Run! Jiana, go and warn the village do not stop!! Go!! Fly and stay high, the fog is almost here, GO!!!” Gaily screamed at her friend.<br><br>“I can’t leave you!” Jiana cried. Great tears rolled down her cheeks as she fitted an arrow and killed the spider. “Come on, I will carry you!”<br><br>“No you have to warn the village, I gladly make this sacrifice for all the Elves. Remember me Jiana. Now go!” Gaily shoved her friend away and folded her broken wings and prayed.<br><br>Jiana could not fight the tears, but she saw the menacing fog closing in. She thought she saw hideous shapes in the mist. Gulping in terror now, she fled. Flying higher and above the fog she spotted a ranger who was on patrol. Darting towards him screaming.&nbsp; “Danger!! There is a black fog coming!! I have already lost two friends to it!”<br><br>The Ranger was a tall Grenida who was riding a prancing paint horse. He grabbed Jiana carefully and settled her on the saddle even as he turned the nervous horse around to run. “Hang on! We will get to safety!” The prancing horse leaped with the surefooted grace of all Elven steeds. Weaving in and out of the grasping trees, they dodged the huge spider webs and jumped over the dead trees across their path.<br><br>They rode hard for the river, and the wards set up there against the magic. “I am Lazir Oakblade. The Ebon Mist should not cross the river, I hope we can warn the village in time. Who are you, little one?”<br><br>Jiana snuggled close to the Ranger and in a muffled voice she managed. “Jiana Silvermane. My friends are dead…” she sobbed.<br><br>“Tis a risk you take playing out here in the Wilds, young Faela. I am sorry for your loss. But it will not be in vain. I must warn the King the Ebon Mist is rising.” He was troubled. The Ebon Mist had not risen in over a thousand years. Someone must have tampered with the Wards. As they barreled along, Lazir lifted his voice in a clear tenor and begged the trees to grant them safe passage. Jiana was surprised to see the trees begin to move aside as the horse galloped along.<br><br>Across the river, the Ranger set Jia down on the wooden boardwalk and dismounted. The village guards came running. Lazir told them of the Ebon Mist and they should urge everyone to head to the capital city of the Grenida, Oldorin, which was about fifty miles to the south. “Do not waste time with all your possessions, take only what you need to make the trip. If the Ebon Mist stays on the far side of the river Thangres we will be safe for now, but it may try to cross. Better to be safe while we warn the High King. I am sure he will send someone to investigate.”<br><br>The villagers were quick in their packing and escapes down the road to the capital. Jia went with them, riding in a wagon loaded with all the worldly possessions of a family she had known for a long time.<br><br>When they reached the capital, Lazir took her to see the High King. Jia was scared and nervous. The herald announced her as Ranger Jiana Silvermane. The High King beckoned her closer. “What is it you saw, Ranger Silvermane? Lazir tells of an Ebon Mist?” he had kind eyes and his face was serious.<br><br>(http://img.blog.zdn.vn/26854596.jpg)<br><br>“Yessir. Your Majesty. I was with my friends, Gaily and Iris…” she stopped to fight back tears. Her sobs loud in the Grand Hall. <br><br>To her surprise, the King himself knelt to put his arms around her, holding the sobbing Faela tenderly. “It’s all right, Jiana. We will remember them and I will make sure their families are notified. Their loss is keenly felt.” <br><br>He let her collect herself and he sat on the floor to hear the rest of the tale. There was not a dry eye in the room. The Queen came down and sat beside Jiana as well and offered her a pillow to rest on. “Poor Jiana, I am so sorry you lost your friends.”<br><br>(http://amz02.plzcdn.com/04fc02108e53d14d1812da7430f21158_medium.jpg)<br><br>Emortalis nodded and called for his Council. “We must send a delegation out to investigate this Ebon Mist. There must be a cause and we will find a way to banish it. All rangers in the area are to report as soon as possible and evacuate all villages within the fifty mile radius around the area. I shall have scholars and wise men of the Arcane assemble to figure it out.”<br><br>The Head Magister arrived and listened with great interest as he was filled in. Paolintus was a Master of the Arcane and he was the Head of the Mage Council. He was an Elder with over six hundred years of experience as a mage. “This sounds very suspicious. Many centuries ago we had an incident like this. It was some Trolls who had been experimenting with Dark Magic. If I recall correctly they wiped out their entire clan. Those ruins are all that is left of their civilization. If there is anything there, it is likely to be Undead or Restless Spirits. We must send our best to investigate. A small party with protections against magic will be able to penetrate the Mist and find it’s source.”<br><br>The King nodded gravely. “I remember my father talking about it. The trolls were always on the edge of something bad. He said they wiped out most of the troll population with some kind of experiment. All he could say about it was he hoped it never came back. But there should be some records in the Library. Do you mind if I send Jiana in to help the mages find it? I think she will enjoy the Library.”<br><br>The Elder mage smiled, he knew exactly what the King was up to, trying to keep Jia’s mind off the loss of her friends, by giving her a job to do. “I would most appreciate the agility of a Faela to find the scrolls and manuscripts at the top of the shelves. Come, Jia. Let me show you the largest Library in all of the Elven lands.” <br><br>Jia was still upset and was about to refuse. But she had a duty to do and she was not one to shirk it. “I must tell the Faela of this, my Lord. They will be worried.”<br>The King shook his head. “I will see to it that they are informed, Jiana. Right now I need to find some people I can trust to investigate this tragedy. I would like some members of all the tribes represented. To give a broad perspective and to have a chance to vanquish this problem before it gets any worse.”<br><br>She bowed to her King and went with the Lord Magister. The Great Hall was now a buzz with whispers and speculation. Emortalis called for his scribe and had the following notice put up. It was sent to all the major gathering places in the city. It had the stamp of a Royal Decree on it.<br><br>-------------------<br>By Order of His Majesty High King Emortalis Lightsword<br><br>Hereby declare a state of emergency.<br><br>Volunteers needed for a very important and dangerous assignment. A small party will investigate the sighting of the Ebon Mist in the ruins to the north of the Capital. Full provisions and compensation offered. <br><br>This is a very dangerous assignment. Magisters, Clerics, Warriors, Rangers and Rogues are encouraged to apply with the Captain of the Guard, Kaelen Brightarrow, as soon as possible. <br><br>The peace and security of our Great Nation depends on this quest. Only those qualified will be selected. A reward will be offered as well as the undying gratitude of the residents of our Great Land.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>02-03-2015, 08:57:54</strong>
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				<em>Polintus's Report:&nbsp; </em><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“It is written that, a millinia ago, an ebony mist rolled down out of the hills deep forest, twisting and maddening those it did not slay and animate as undead.&nbsp; The ranger Annette Songwind, with the blessing of our king's father, dared the ruined cities in search of it's source.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“From the ruins she explored, she came to believe that the creatures we know today as trolls are degenerate remainders of a once grand and civilized race of mighty magicians she refereed to as High Trolls.&nbsp; Their civilization was destroyed by the Ebon Mist.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Annette lead a band of champions back into the hills, this time accompanied by the priestess Lusitania and the arcmage Kyorl Quainya.&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A month after they left, the mists receded.&nbsp; Two months later, Kyorl Quainya returned alone, dying of a slow sickness none could mend.&nbsp; He explained that they had found the source of a the mist—an artifact of terrible evil in an underground temple in a ruin in the deep forest.&nbsp; It was an urn, and the Ebon Mist emerged from it.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“They closed the urn so that the mist could not escape, and then sealed it with a powerful ward so that only the pure of heart could open it.&nbsp; They lined the temple with a similar ward so that no evil could enter and unleash it again.&nbsp; Annette and Lusitania sacrificed their lives to seal the wards.&nbsp; Kyorl succumbed to the poison some weeks after his return, but not before devising a spell that could ward away the mist.&nbsp; It's a variation on the spell refereed to as Ward Against Maleficence or, in the common parlance, Protection From Evil.&nbsp; Ward Against Maleficence will protect you from the mist, but will only last a few minutes.&nbsp; I have the ability to cast the spell they created so that it will protect you all for 17 days.”&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>OyabunKobold</strong> on <strong>02-03-2015, 11:42:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://safebooru.org//images/1182/2e6bdf90c467936785225add4e9880648a187e0c.png)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Rumahs Amaibrarvia Eyllisannia'aia</span></span></strong>, <em>Male Perida Elf Zen archer Quinggong monk 5</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=90617)<br>HP:34 (Current: 34)&nbsp; AC: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 15<br><strong>Fort</strong>:+4 <strong>Ref</strong>:+6 <strong>Will</strong>:+8<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Statistical info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Combat</strong>: CMB: +6, CMD: 24, Move: 40 ft<br><span class="bbc_u">Melee</span>: Unarmed Strike +6 (1d8+3, x2, Bludgeoning)<br><span class="bbc_u">Ranged</span>: Adaptive +1 Elven Warbow +7 (1d10+1+3+2, x3, 120ft, Piercing/Bludgeoning, 20 cold iron arrows/20alchemical silver arrows/20 blunt arrows)<br><strong>Buffs</strong>:<br><strong>-Innate</strong>:<br><strong>-Spells</strong>:<br><strong>-Potions</strong>:<br>&nbsp;<strong>Debuffs</strong>:</span></div></div><hr><br>Rumahs was having a pretty enjoyable day. His last customer had left his side reasonably satisfied. Unfortunately this week had been quite bad for the elf and he wouldn't be seeing much. The parties he went to the food he enjoyed were wonderful though! The conversations were nice too. Walking down the street his eye caught one of the many posters. Taking a look at it and smiling as he rubbed the corner of the poster before nodding and hurrying back to his home away from home. Walking into the house of ill repute he grinned lightly as he hurried up to mother's room knocking respectfully before walking in with a grin. Bowing to the elderly elven matron with a bit of flair. <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"Mama it is wonderful to be allowed in your house and bask in your kindness!"</span><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Matron</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/119/f/0/azndodobg_by_moonfx-d63iiku.png)</div></div><br>The matron smiled and walked over to the feminine boy before tussling his soft Pearl locks looking at him. <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"And it is wonderful to one of my honored daughters. How was your client. I assume he released you with good graces and a kind word no?"</span> She smiled rubbing along one of his ears lightly enjoying the shiver she felt through it and the abashed blush gracing Rumahs' almond cheeks.<br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"Of course mama! He sends his thanks and his regards to you oh honored Sylvan! Its detailed quite wonderfully in this letter. I shant speak more or else I fear to put my foot in my mouth."</span> He handed her a letter very clearly sealed with a Royal signet. Waiting patiently as she walked over sitting behind her desk and using a knife to pop the seal pulling out the letter inside reading the review and report. This was the hardest for Rumahs as he couldn't know what was in the letter and wouldn't know. After a few terse minutes the matron set the letter down and motioned for him to come over. Walking over warily and dutifully he stood there as she stood and walked over.<br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"So my honored daughter do you know what was in the letter?"</span> Waiting for the shake before continuing the matron watched Rumahs with a calculating gaze. She knew the ins and outs of the body better than most elven physicians and thus knew when someone was lying. Seeing no Deceit in the boys body or actions she smiled and leaned down. <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"It was a marvelous review. Praised highly you were in it in both your ability to portray the woman you were supposed to be and the honor of this house was raised by such a performance!"</span> Her lips pursed to a smile though as she looked at him coyly. <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"This isn't all you have come to speak to me about my daughter, is it? Something dances across your lips a question perhaps?"</span><br><br>Blushing more being caught as he bowed slightly. <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"Oh mama you know me too well! Too well indeed not a thing can get passed you. I do have a request of my most honored Sylvan, if she would grant one such as I, permission to join in the seach for the cause of the great dark mist. I wish to lend my bow and my eyes to such a cause!"</span> bowing a bit to hide his blush and in respect he awaited her answer. His breath shallow and worried as she would be within her rights to deny such a request if only to garner his time more fruitfully to clients. Waiting seemed like hours though it was neigh a minute when she replied.<br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"Rumahs my daughter you have my permission. Though sending you into such danger worries me so. I know you are but a firefly caught in the mystic glow of its partner. One cannot deny the instincts. Go lend your bow, go lend your eyes and voice and when you return regale this old crone with tales of success and adventure."</span> She smiled as the boy leapt forth and grasped her in a hug placing a kiss on either cheek.<br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"Oh thank you thank you mama! You are most kind and neigh as crone a goddess in her prime. I will return to you oh honored Sylvan and when i do I will see the same beautiful mama i do now!"</span> He smiled and rushed off to his room quickly shedding the dress that he wore. The formal attire that the client desired he be gifted with after his time. In its place a simple cream dress with purple ends was placed. Next the sash around his middle securely tied and hiding a multitude of mystical wands. Tools of his time outside his trade. Lastly the showl around his shoulders to ward off the cold as he secured the weighty belt pouch to his waist. Twin wrist bracers were then added each holding a particular wand of great use to him in each. Checking his Haversack and quiver he secured both to his back before dashing off to the guard. Weaving through the streets and the people in them with great ability. Arriving at the Guard house he knocked dutifully before walking in and to the front desk. All the eyes were on him a unassuming waif of a man. Not all good but not unexpected. <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"I am here to speak to Honorable captain, Kaelen Brightarrow, of the missive left about in the city. I wish to offer my bow and my eyes to the most dire of needs to our kind city and country."</span><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">First post I called it i claimed it its mine! Ew that profession though.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Weekly Profession check (You don't need to grant the gold if it causes problems just rolling for fun lol): Roll Result: Rumahs rolled: 1d20, modifying each die by 12<br>Comment: Profession Check (Courtesan)<br>Result: 13,<br>Total: 13<br><br>Roll Result: Rumahs rolled: 1d20, modifying each die by 4<br>Comment: Knowledge Check Local<br>Result: 14,<br>Total: 14<br><br>Roll Result: Rumahs rolled: 1d20, modifying each die by 10<br>Comment: Acrobatics through the city<br>Result: 17,<br>Total: 17</div></div>
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				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>02-03-2015, 23:52:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/cosplay__elf_ducan_by_yuegene-d4q4lvw_zpsdeb3f09e.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Nys &amp; Olivia Vendatti</span><br>Blanqua Transmuter 5 &amp; Raven Familiar (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1124844)<br><hr><br>Nys narrowed his eyes at the old crone, gauging her intent carefully.&nbsp; He kept his features plain; a single tell would tip the balance of this contest in her favor.&nbsp; Her nose twitched, a massive wart bouncing, its tuft of protruding whiskers waving.&nbsp; A crack in her defenses!&nbsp; He moved quickly, mercilessly for the coup de grace.&nbsp; "You'll not have me that easily, Green One!&nbsp; Another thimble-full of-"<br><br>Olivia made a noise of pure frustration from the pantry, where she had disappeared a few minutes ago in search of dried fruit.&nbsp; "Just trade the thrice bedamned cloth, master!&nbsp; You two have been at this for an hour and I am going to throw something at you if I hear another word."&nbsp; <br><br>Glancing toward the doorway, Nys responded in a suffering tone.&nbsp; "These are complicated negotiations for the good of the clan, darling, and must be taken seriously.&nbsp; Even a small-"<br><br>The bird stuck her head out of the door; she was in her two-legged form for the moment, doubtless for the use of her hands to open jars.&nbsp; "The honey is not for the clan!&nbsp; Stop wasting gran's time so she can help me find the cherries."&nbsp; She stuck out her tongue before ducking back into the pantry.&nbsp; <br><br>Nys frowned.&nbsp; It was true; perhaps he'd gotten carried away.&nbsp; He eyed the mason jar filled with dreams; it looked humble enough, weathered and marked with an oil-stick in Meg's shaky hand.&nbsp; It had also been set on the trading table some time ago, balanced against the gleaming folds of woven mithril House Vendatti had to offer.&nbsp; Around it lay more mundane jars - the crone was an avid maker of preserves when not sneaking into human villages to steal dreams - as well as various bric a brac and even a few coins from Nys' pockets.&nbsp; But the blackberry honey was only in season for a short time and five jars would hardly last more than- He looked again.&nbsp; There were only four jars!&nbsp; Meg gave him an innocent smile...well, as innocent as a swamp-witch could manage.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her sharpened teeth and large jaw could devour a human child in two bites.&nbsp; When he drew in breath to complain, she darted a pointed glance in Olivia's direction.&nbsp; Nys quieted.&nbsp; His familiar probably wasn't joking about throwing things and frequently overestimated his ability to dodge hard objects.&nbsp; He held up a hand, splaying the fingers.&nbsp; <br><br>Meg held up her own, tucking in a crooked thumb with a broken, hooked nail so that only four fingers were extended, her eyes filled with mirth.&nbsp; <strong>"Be right there, sweetie,"</strong> she called out in a sing song, harshly at odds with her toad's voice, <strong>"once Lord Vendatti is reasonable."</strong>&nbsp; With a sullen grunt, Nys nodded his head, agreeing to the exchange.&nbsp; The witch immediately began scooping up her new gains with what could only be described as a cackle.&nbsp; Once the items were dumped into a cabinet Meg sorted through the jumble of clutter on the heavy wooden block that served as a side table.&nbsp; Apple peels, tobacco and a pipe, a half dozen rusted, wicked-looking daggers and polished bones.&nbsp; She snatched a jar from the center of the mess.&nbsp; <strong>"Silly me, dearie, they were out here this whole time...."</strong>&nbsp; She winked a yellow eye at Nys, who gave a mock glare as he acknowledged her clever ploy.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://fbcdn-sphotos-a-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-xaf1/t31.0-8/s960x960/291116_297171270294600_935507595_o.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div>Olivia appeared immediately, flitting around the corner in a flurry of black feathers, alighting on Meg's arm as a bird and transforming there again to snatch the jar from the hag's hand with a squeal of cherry-induced glee.&nbsp; Even her full weight barely lowered Meg's wiry limb, so massive was the witch.&nbsp; <br><br>"Manners," Nys muttered, in the tone of one who's tried to instill discipline for years and held no hope of success, but wasn't willing to quit trying entirely.&nbsp; He gathered up the jars as the women ignored him, turning their talk to the last harvest.&nbsp; Nys was packing the horses when the message came, a crisp sheet of paper in a brass tube, tied carefully to the neck of a vixen enchanted for the task.&nbsp; <br><br>He took care to look the creature over for injuries, fetch it some water and even deposited a dazed mouse from one of Meg's plentiful jars before pulling off the tube and ending the enchantment.&nbsp; Freed, the fox gave a quick yip and darted into the underbrush after the grey rodent.&nbsp; A stand of ferns rustled with the frenzy of a successful hunt as Nys examined the letter, unsurprised to find it came from one of the local blanqua factors.&nbsp; A brow raised the further he read; it was passed along by a string of disinterested bureaucrats in the High King's court who, normally at pains to state their importance, had declared themselves too humble of skill to deal with an event involving the legendary - and deadly - ebony mist.&nbsp; As one of the few aristocrats willing to leave the mountains, it fell to Nys to represent clan and House.&nbsp; <br><br>"It seems we've a journey ahead...."<br><br>A day later Nys entered the captain's office, an amiable smile on his lips and a black raven with a single right mithril feather riding his shoulder.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>03-03-2015, 00:50:54</strong>
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				Sazilial “Sassy” Windchaser<br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b5/F1985d436eef76415713d41d8ee7d4c1.jpg)<br><br>The city of the Grenida, Oldorin. The capital and the Royal City. Sassy was impressed. Giant trees rose out of the meadows and had dwellings built, in the branches, on the ground beneath the roots, and all along the trunks. Soft lighted lanterns lit the evening as she walked along the broad avenue. <br><br>She was here because of her Royal Majesty Queen Amarilia. The Queen, like Sassy, was a native elf from the lands of the Perida. Far to the south along the Southern Reach, the coast sometimes rough and rocky, but often beautiful bays and lagoons that harbored the great Perida trade ships.<br><br>Sassy was an experienced sailor, but her true talent had hidden for many years. Many years ago she had been introduced to the Draelren. She was never sure if it was a Cult or a race, but it appeared to be a highly sophisticated priesthood dedicated to the Goddess Artemia. The chosen few who followed through on the complex rituals were granted the ability to change shape at will. The choice of what creature to emulate was left to chance and the will of the Goddess. <br><br>The highly skilled sailor had assumed she would be given a water based shape, considering her background and tribal affiliation. She had hoped for an Orca or a shark as they were formidable in their environment. The ritual was long, it took her three days of fasting, prayers for morning, noon, evening and midnight. On the fourth day the transformation was given to Sassy. <br><br>To say she was shocked would be an understatement. A flying serpent? She had heard of such creatures, they were often found on the plains of Nirmidia. They came in a variety of colors and she could chose the color as well as the element she could use as a weapon, besides her fanged poisonous bite. For her choice, Sassy chose the color of the wind, a pearly white with iridescence on her scales. For the element she chose ice.<br><br>http://db.duowan.com/ptr/resources/screenshot/npc/1/14234/normal/285679.jpg<br><br><br>This form allowed her to fly at low altitude, no more than twenty feet off the ground. She could maintain this flying serpent form to fight for as long as she needed it. Though she tired rapidly and she could not heal in this form. It was basically a self defense skill. She only used it in dire circumstances often only to gain a more distant or defensible position.<br><br>This day she walked along the streets in search of employment. There were not many calls for a sailor in the great Elven city, she would have to seek out work as a healer. Making her way to the Great Square, the center of which was a market for selling many types of goods and food. There she picked up a hot spiced apple cider, and a small basket of fruit and cheese. As she strolled to a bench set around the Square for weary shoppers, she spotted a notice board. <br><br>--------------------<br><br>By Order of His Majesty High King Emortalis Lightsword<br><br>Hereby declaring a state of emergency.<br><br>Volunteers needed for a very important and dangerous assignment. A small party will investigate the sighting of the Ebon Mist in the ruins to the north of the Capital. Full provisions and compensation offered. <br><br>This is a very dangerous assignment. Magisters, Clerics, Warriors, Rangers and Rogues are encouraged to apply with the Captain of the Guard, Kaelen Brightarrow, as soon as possible. <br><br>The peace and security of our Great Nation depends on this quest. Only those qualified will be selected. A reward will be offered as well as the undying gratitude of the residents of our Great Land.<br><br>------------------------<br><br>Sassy grinned. An opportunity to do something special. It was just what she had been looking for. Finishing up her lunch, she made her way to the huge tree that served as the High King's castle. There in the bottom tier of the many tree sung offices, she found the Guard Captain's waiting room. <br><br>Inside it was crowded with several others, obviously looking for work as well. There was a white haired Blanqua and his pet bird. A violet haired very effeminate man who looked ready to depart for an adventure. Many others sat around looking bored or impatient. <br><br>Sassy found a seat in the corner and quietly waited for her turn. The busy clerk had handed her an application and told her to fill it out and turn it back in. She sighed and took her handcrafted pencil and began filling in the answers to the questions. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Midwest Man</strong> on <strong>03-03-2015, 03:53:46</strong>
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				(http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20091120060257/dragonage/images/4/40/Concept-Rogue.png)&nbsp; The thinner branches bent down as the ranger's boots ran their length, and as a deep voice rang out singing as he ran. Places where there were no branches before had a foothold for the ranger to spring forward. Watching him, Rel seemed to fly across the boughs of the trees as he made his way to Oldorin, treesinging a path before him.<br><br>He came from the east after evacuating a small village of treesingers and merchants, and getting them on their way to his people's capital as well. He paused a moment, as he watched herds of moose, elk, and packs of wolves moving south, moving away from the insidious Ebon Mist to the north. This wasn't the home and territory he loved, it was in turmoil and being invaded. He rushed to tell the king the threat to the land, and his people.<br><br>He came to the city Oldorin as a citizen, and moved quietly through the shops, vendor tents, and variety of elven races present on its streets. As he passed a city board, he saw the decree flyer flapping in the breeze, and stopped to read it. He did an about face, and headed to the royal tree of the king. He didn't know the Captain of the Guard, Kaelen Brightarrow, but he did know of her. <br><br>He walked quickly to the office and waiting room of Captain Brightarrow. Reliat looked around the room, and noticed that there were elves of all the races volunteering for the small group that would investigate the ruins of the Ebon Mist. His headed nodded, they would need diversity to accomplish their goal. <br><br>He looked about, and questioned one of the clerks, "Where does one apply for finding out about the Ebon Mist?"<br><br>"Here fill this out, and bring it over to the counter when you're done, um ranger, right?" the small sweaty clerk said hurriedly.<br><br>Rel looked down at the clerk, "I am, how did you know?"<br><br>"Really?" the clerk looked up over his glasses, "How about the strong odor of moose shit from your boots, bub. Please, <span class="bbc_u">please</span>, go outside to fill the application out, the last thing we need is that fragrance permeating this crowded room." His hands came up and made shooing signs at the tall Grenida man. <br><br>Rel lifted an eyebrow, then made his way out the door, and leaned against the wall, and began writing on the form.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>03-03-2015, 23:52:46</strong>
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				The Library was fascinating to the tiny Faela. Tall shelves of dark walnut wood were stacked to the tall ceilings with scrolls and tomes of all sizes and shapes. There were labels as to what the stacks were about, so it was easy for the Librarian to find something when asked. <br><br>The Elder Mage made quite a show as he insisted that he was entitled to pore over every scroll that had to do with the Ebon Mist. They needed every last bit of information available to help the heroes to succeed in their mission. Dermin the Librarian was not about to let the Elder mage simply take what he wanted. "You will have to sign out each scroll or tome and use the Library research room to study them. They are too important to be let out of the Library! Do you know what a hassle it is to try and track down missing books or scrolls?"<br><br>As they argued, Jia flew up to the tops of shelves and poked her nose in a number of dusty tomes. She knew how to read, she was educated, but the system the Librarian used was confusing to her. The whirring of her wings did not help the dust problem, soon it had her sneezing!<br><br>The sound of a sneeze had Dermin furious. "Come down from there! Or I will set you to work dusting every shelf! I will not tolerate sneezing in my Library!" He stood there with hands on his hips glaring at the tiny Faela.<br><br>Jia blushed and returned to the table where Paolintus was trying his best to remain patient. "Sorry, I am just trying to be helpful."<br><br>Paolintus stood up and glared at the Librarian. "This young Faela is a heroine. She was the one who brought us the news of the Ebon Mist rising again, treat her with respect!" his tone had gone close to being dangerous.<br><br>Dermin looked down his nose at the Elder Mage. "I am not afraid of you. My position is secure. I am the third cousin of His royal Majesty and he has entrusted me with the responsibility of taking charge of all the written materials of the Royal Library. I take my job seriously! You would not believe the thieves that take the books and never return them!"<br><br>He did however glance at Jia with a modicum of respect. "I trust you will be justly rewarded. I know His Majesty is a kind and generous King. Now what is it you want, information on the Ebon Mist? It's right over here, and none of this material leaves the Library. Is that clear?" He showed them to a shelf with many scrolls and tomes stacked neatly on a book case. He watched them like a hawk as they set to work.<br><br>Jia did what she could, putting all her energy into the work. It helped her to forget the loss of her friends. When they had finished compiling the report she accompanied Paolintus to the throne room and waited as he gave the King his report.<br><br>After all had been discussed, she decided she would accompany the expedition to the ruins. She was determined to prove she was capable of great things. The idea of her being a heroine was novel. It made her smile that Paolintus considered her that. The tiny Faela went to the nearest Inn and booked a room. Then cleaned up and dressed in her best working armor, she went to the Guard Captain's waiting room. She was excited to see so many people there.<br><br>The tall handsome Ranger outside the door seemed very competent, though he had a strange smell coming from him. She smiled and entered the office. The clerk took one look at her and rolled his eyes. He was very clearly running out of patience. "What do you want, Faela?"<br><br>Jia was not about to be discounted because she was only two feet tall. She fluffed her wings out to the full width and stated proudly. "I was there when the Ebon Mist was discovered. I have lost two very dear friends to its menace. I will not stand by idly while the danger persists. I am going to go on this mission. His Royal Majesty has already confirmed this. Are you going to argue? I know where it is located and I will be there. Is that clear?" her eyes sparked with a violet fire.<br><br>(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mY2ck9YCeE/TQbN_wnUSaI/AAAAAAAABs8/5V4RBoSIt-c/s1600/182fd931ddd8d0_full.png)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>04-03-2015, 00:05:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/Comission_pixie_by_phantagrafie-d5g4wm2.jpg)</div><strong>Fjordel "Jord" Nym</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/14gyPcCiH11JjOvJ9ib7iYA4rLpHTOvpZD0W70-a7Djc/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For an elfin man two feet tall, Fjordel Nym's hands were quite big and powerful.&nbsp; They were also, however, quite deft.&nbsp; Today they worked with a tiny needle made from a lovingly polished shard of bone.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The human he was embroidering this shirt for was supposed to be some sort of lord or prince.&nbsp; He'd spent several weeks on the project.&nbsp; He had the human's measurements—those mortals were a thick limned and barrel chested lot!--and had taken great care to fit the shirt to his exact measurements.&nbsp; &nbsp;He'd then embroiled the shimmering indigo silk with incredibly fine threads of spun silver.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Throughout the days of work, he'd embroidered it with invisible threads of pure magic spun from incense smoke and his own will.&nbsp; He'd sealed the enchantments last night.&nbsp; Today, with tiny, exacting stitches, he was adding the human's heraldic device to the breast.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As he was finishing up, a great comotion filled the tree house.&nbsp; The shirtless faela chewed softly on his tongue and concentrated on finishing up.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Jord!” is sister called as she burst into the room.&nbsp; “Jord!”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Just a moment,” he replied, firmly but gently.&nbsp; “This is delicate.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His sister was a blond girl with black stripes in her hair.&nbsp; Her wings were those of a bee.&nbsp; She made herself stay still and quite, which he new took her a great deal of effort.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Carefully tying off the thread, Jord turned the big shirt around and found the heraldry perfect.&nbsp; HE gave a satisfied nod and started to roll it up for the merchants to ship off for trade.&nbsp; “What's going on, Key?” he inquired, emerald eyes looking into his younger sib's.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The girl then burst out into a long and rapid fire explanation of the news from the capitol.&nbsp; Cursed mist, call to arms.&nbsp; People fleeing past the river.&nbsp; He took it all in stride,&nbsp; nodding to show that he'd understood.&nbsp; Until...&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The parcel he'd just packed thumped on the wooden floor.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Wait, Key.&nbsp; Who was the Faela involved?”&nbsp; <br><br><div align="center">*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*</div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A few hours later, dressed in his finest green silk suit, Jord arrived at the pallace to volunteer.&nbsp; He noted a ranger coming back out as he entered and gave a nod of greeting as he strode around the tall man.&nbsp; Ahead of him in the line was a beautiful young Perida in a very attractive and revealing enchanted armor.&nbsp; Normally he would have taken some time to admire her, but he found himself to distracted by thoughts of Jiana Silvermane.&nbsp; The purple winged girl had caught his eye more than once with her beauty, charm, and vivacious energy.&nbsp; He had been planning on asking her to dance at the coming festival.&nbsp; He'd wanted to do it sooner, but it had been a busy year—his skills as tailor and sorcerer in high demand.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>04-03-2015, 00:51:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/cosplay__elf_ducan_by_yuegene-d4q4lvw_zpsdeb3f09e.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Nys &amp; Olivia Vendatti</span><br>Blanqua Transmuter 5 &amp; Raven Familiar (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1124844)<br><hr><br>Nys stirred at the raised voice of the faela.&nbsp; He was naturally averse to conflict, eager to soothe wounded feelings or ill tempers, but the mention of an actual witness was even more interesting.&nbsp; Also, he was simply bored of waiting.&nbsp; Rising to his feet, Nys strode over to Jia and the clerk.&nbsp; <br><br>"Ah, young miss, I've heard so much about you!"&nbsp; He had, in fact, heard nothing - but affirming another's importance was a simple charm, not even requiring a spell and very useful in times like this.&nbsp; "It's an honor to meet you.&nbsp; But pray, be kind to the poor clerk, here, young Baelova has been given great trust and an impossible task by our esteemed Captain."&nbsp; Another smile and a nod of respect to the clerk.&nbsp; After all, it wasn't the boy's fault that unprecedented additional duties had been heaved upon him, clearly with little warning or assistance.&nbsp; Which was where Nys planned to come in.&nbsp; It was fairly easy to snatch authority from someone who so glaringly didn't wish to have it.&nbsp; "Indeed, look at this...." He gestured to the pile of applications and gave a weighty sigh at the burdensome task. &nbsp;"So many!&nbsp; Did you not get the guidelines, master Baelova?&nbsp; Let me."&nbsp; <br><br>He looked over the first page.&nbsp; "Ah!&nbsp; A baker.&nbsp; Brave, to apply, braver than most."&nbsp; Looking around, the blanqua spotted the man nearby, easy picked out by the traces of flour on his sleeves.&nbsp; "We'll need travel bread for a week, goodman, the best you have and right away."&nbsp; At the subtle command in Nys' tone the man nodded, scurrying off, relief obviously winning out over disappointment.&nbsp; Nys dropped the application into the waste bin.&nbsp; "Royal guardsman...patrolman...obviously too critical, a crisis is no time to leave our streets and sovereigns unprotected."&nbsp; Two more additions to the bin.&nbsp; "Well, here's me - I'm obviously going, nothing either of us can do about that, I'm afraid.&nbsp; Same with the lass here, we'll need a guide."&nbsp; A new pile was begun on the clerk's desk.&nbsp; "No, no...hmm, yes...and of course we'll need a rounded group, you wouldn't want to have some ambassador down here blaming you for slighting his clan, would you, Baelova?&nbsp; Of course not.&nbsp; Not to worry.&nbsp; This one, not that, this one...mmhmm.&nbsp; Tidy pile, much less work for you, things ought to calm down in here.&nbsp; Well done, lad!&nbsp; Still enough to let the good captain feel he's made the choices, not so many he needs to delegate more duties to you, hmm?&nbsp; Go ahead and dismiss all the rest of them, we'll have some peace and quiet - maybe a good cup of something warm?&nbsp; I saw the loveliest cafe on the way in.&nbsp; Fioriana's?&nbsp; Yes, that's right.&nbsp; Have them deliver some biscuits as well, I'm famished."&nbsp; Nys produced a few coins, plenty enough to cover snacks for a dozen.&nbsp; "No need to wait like savages."&nbsp; <br><br>Turning to Jia, Nys tipped in a low bow - much to the dismay of the raven, who fluttered her wings to the desk.&nbsp; "My apologies!&nbsp; Unbearable rudeness, not to introduce myself.&nbsp; Nys Vendatti, of House Vendatti, factor, wizard and erstwhile adventurer.&nbsp; But you've already been on adventures!&nbsp; Tell us what you've seen, won't you?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>04-03-2015, 01:31:23</strong>
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				The young clerk was flabbergasted at the audacity of the white haired Blanqua. "Are you crazy? I know my job! I am just taking the applications and sorting through them like I was ordered. I am not..." he looked at the room with annoyance. "Not going to leave right now. Though you have a point." <br><br>He stood up and pointed at what he knew were couriers and of no use to the mission. "You there! Come and take this man's coin and be useful. Fetch us refreshments and be quick about it. The rest of you, this is an extremely dangerous assignment. You may not be coming back for a reward. Anyone with family at home and dependent on you, I will not accept for this assignment. If you are not at least a fifth degree mage or a skilled fighter with experience dealing with possible undead or dangers as yet unknown, best to go to the local boards and look for work here in the city." <br><br>Several elves stood up and left, unwilling to face that much danger or having family to care for. That left only a few who looked bored at the mention of danger. <br><br>Jia grinned at Nys, "You are very forthright in your assessment of the situation. I am Jiana Silvermane, you may call me Jia." she bowed low to him. The raven was quite pretty and almost of a size with the Faela. Jia tilted her head to look at the glossy black plumage and smiled.<br><br>"As to what I saw, it is called the Ebon Mist. Very dangerous indeed. I have since learned it is an ancient cursed artifact that sits in an underground Temple. More than likely guarded by ghosts and wraiths. The mist corrupts those it touches, turning them into undead fiends." her voice suddenly turned quiet as she remembered quite clearly the loss of her friends. "I have lost two of my best friends to the Ebon Mist. I want to do my part to take care of this situation. I owe it to them if nothing else."<br><br>As she spoke three more who had just walked in, heard her words of what they would be facing. They turned around and left without leaving an application.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>04-03-2015, 10:22:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/Comission_pixie_by_phantagrafie-d5g4wm2.jpg)</div><strong>Fjordel "Jord" Nym</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/14gyPcCiH11JjOvJ9ib7iYA4rLpHTOvpZD0W70-a7Djc/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jord's eyes widened at he spirited and piping voice he heard from the front of the line.&nbsp; “Excuse me,” he said to the priestess ahead of him as he carefully flexed his wings so that they wouldn't catch on the suit, then buzzed his way up into the air.&nbsp; He touched the beautiful Grenida gently on the shoulder.&nbsp; “Begging your pardon, ma'am, may I balance here?”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Emerald eyes scanned to the front of the line.&nbsp; The muscular sorcerer grinned to find Jiana giving the clerk what for, then introducing herself to a bold but sensible blanqua.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jord was surprised to find how intensely his emotions surged to see the petite damsel hale and healthy, proud and magnificent.&nbsp; “Jia!” he called, rising over the heads of the others and shooting to the head of the line to catch the younger Faela in a tight embrace. “I'm so glad you're all right!” he gasped, giving her a good squeeze.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A moment later Jord's sense caught up to him and he stepped back, lighting on the desk and straightening his clothing.&nbsp; He really didn't know the purple haired girl well enough to just grab her up in an embrace like that.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Sorry, I was worried when I heard the news.”&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>04-03-2015, 11:52:56</strong>
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				The tiny figure of a Faela buzzed up near Sassy's shoulder. She smiled at him as he balanced himself on her shoulder then buzzed off to greet Jia. It appeared that the two knew each other, which did not surprise Sassy.<br><br>The surprise was all on the face of Jia as the one she had been having romantic dreams about suddenly flew down from above and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. Her mouth flew open in an 'O' and she blinked several times like a ninny. "Jord! I did not expect to see you here! Oh...yes I am alive." her smile faded as she suddenly gave in to the tears she had been holding back. "Iris...and Gaily...are gone..." she sniffed and desperately searched for a handkerchief. <br><br>The clerk, who had been taken aback by her tirade suddenly found himself handing the sniffling Faela a large square sheet of cotton he had tucked in his pocket for emergencies. "It's all right, Jiana Silvermane. I have been told of your bravery. If you wish to go on this mission, I am sure the Captain will have no objections. Keep this, you may need it." <br><br>Jia accepted the cloth gratefully and dried her tears. Suddenly the comfort of a strong pair of arms was something she needed. She found herself leaning on Jord almost automatically as her wings drooped in her despair.<br><br>(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mY2ck9YCeE/TQbN_wnUSaI/AAAAAAAABs8/5V4RBoSIt-c/s1600/182fd931ddd8d0_full.png)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mossberg</strong> on <strong>04-03-2015, 17:25:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i389.photobucket.com/albums/oo340/Mossberg420/oie_IVwidzJrpIOc-1.jpg)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Morran</span></strong>, <em>Male, Blanqua Elf, Rogue 5</em><br>Character Sheet (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Ah0fqL2iaeRigTpwxF40IWd_CracY6WMwYOpVVunjPc/edit?usp=sharing)<br>HP:24/24&nbsp; AC: 20, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 15, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 20 (Cannot be caught flatfooted due to Uncanny Dodge)<br><strong>Fort</strong>:+1 <strong>Ref</strong>:+8 <strong>Will</strong>:+2<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Statistical info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Combat</strong>: CMB: +3, CMD: 18, Move: 30 ft<br><span class="bbc_u">Melee</span>: +1 Rapier; +9 (+8 with Power Attack) 1d4+2 (+4 with Power Attack), 18-20/x2, Piercing<br><span class="bbc_u">Ranged</span>: Mwk Composite Longbow; +9 1d6+1, x3, 110ft, Piercing/Bludgeoning, 30 common arrows/30 blunt arrows<br><strong>Ongoing Effects</strong>:</span></div></div><hr><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Morran was climbing the worn, wooden steps built into the great tree that served as the majority of the capital Oldorin. He had just returned from a patrol along the border that they shared with the humans, making sure there were no unlawful incursions or suspicious activity. And of course there weren't any. Morran itched to be in a fight, to prove himself capable of combat to his superiors. He wouldn't get that chance though, if he was constantly being sent on inconsequential errands. Though his work as a scout had at first seemed something wonderful and what many young boys would dream of, he found out eventually that it was long, tedious, and boring work. The most excitement that he had seen so far had been when a bear had burst in on a small camp that he was part of. And then, he didn't even get to fight the blasted thing; the druid with them had sent it on its way peacefully.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Dismissing the errant thoughts from his mind, Morran continued climbing the stairs until he had reached the main level. He needed to submit his report and then... Well, maybe he would take a hot bath and catch up on some sleep before his next assignment. The work may be somewhat boring, but he was a busybody, never content to just sit around. Taking the grey hood of the cloak down off his head, he ran his right hand through his snow white hair and blew out a deep breath, almost a tired sigh.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;He was making his way to the nearby guardhouse when he saw some flyers posted around. Stopping briefly, he walked over and read one. <em>State of emergency.. Compensation.. Could be worth a shot</em>, he mused to himself. <em>At the very least it will provide something to break up the monotony of the recent scouting.</em> Making a mental note to ask his superior officer about it after he made his report, he continued on his way to the guardhouse.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;A short time later found Morran entering the guardhouse. There were a good amount of people gathered inside. Working his way through and around the bodies of the crowd, he made his way towards the offices in the back. He needed to make his report to the Captain and then begin preparations for the journey. Coming to the shut door that lead to the Captain's office, he knocked and waited before entering.<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Minutes later Morran exited the office and made his way back out to the main room where he paused in the doorway. It seemed that most of the people had left, and there were only a few left now. Making his way to some chairs along a wall, he took a seat and adjusted the scabbard on his left hip so the pommel of his rapier wouldn't poke him in the ribs. Watching the others in the room for a few moments, he decided to try and rest some. Leaning his head against the back of the chair, Morran closed his eyes and started to rest lightly while he had the time.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Nothing for this post.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>04-03-2015, 21:58:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/Comission_pixie_by_phantagrafie-d5g4wm2.jpg)</div><strong>Fjordel "Jord" Nym</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/14gyPcCiH11JjOvJ9ib7iYA4rLpHTOvpZD0W70-a7Djc/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jord gave Jia a sympathetic look when she spoke of her friends.&nbsp; He could call them both to mind--both lovely and cheerful, though they didn't have the same impact on him that Jia did.&nbsp; Key had been somewhat fond of Iris, he recalled.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Taking the handkerchief from Jia, he gathered her in his arms again and dabbed at her eyes gently.&nbsp; "We will keep them alive in our hearts," he said softly, "And we will remember them in song, and together we will avenge them."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OyabunKobold</strong> on <strong>04-03-2015, 22:47:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://safebooru.org//images/1182/2e6bdf90c467936785225add4e9880648a187e0c.png)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Rumahs Amaibrarvia Eyllisannia'aia</span></span></strong>, <em>Male Perida Elf Zen archer Quinggong monk 5</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=90617)<br>HP:34 (Current: 34)&nbsp; AC: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 15<br><strong>Fort</strong>:+4 <strong>Ref</strong>:+6 <strong>Will</strong>:+8<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Statistical info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Combat</strong>: CMB: +6, CMD: 24, Move: 40 ft<br><span class="bbc_u">Melee</span>: Unarmed Strike +6 (1d8+3, x2, Bludgeoning)<br><span class="bbc_u">Ranged</span>: Adaptive +1 Elven Warbow +7 (1d10+1+3+2, x3, 120ft, Piercing/Bludgeoning, 20 cold iron arrows/20alchemical silver arrows/20 blunt arrows)<br><strong>Buffs</strong>:<br><strong>-Innate</strong>:<br><strong>-Spells</strong>:<br><strong>-Potions</strong>:<br>&nbsp;<strong>Debuffs</strong>:</span></div></div><hr><br>Rumahs frowned a bit as it seemed the poor guardsman was swarmed with people. He could see the stress built up in the mans features and watch them Escalate as the elf now known as Nys decided to help him out. The thought though admirable might seem insulting to some when a stranger not even in the guard does their job but Rumahs didn't speak up over it. As people filed out he noticed the two Faela conversing. One was obviously both distraught and abashed maybe a both from the other Faela holding her but something told Him is was other issues. Maybe something back home or maybe even the ebon mist He had over heard being said here and there. Sighing a bit and shaking his head as he grabbed a application walking over to a chair before filling it out swiftly.<br><br>Mama had helped him on his penmanship. Brought it so he would be faster better able to assist the lords and ladies that he serviced. Legible and filled out he walked back up to the stressed out clerk before pulling out his Sigil from the bag on his back. Placing the application and the sigil on the desk inn front of the guard knowing full well that he had to have seen it now Rumahs spoke softly again. <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"I really would like to speak to the captain. This task is of great import to the king no?"</span> The Sigil of the Kanti Orledlues. A elite group of Monastic archers whose only fealty is to the High King. Marksmen and perceptive as an Eagle the higher members of the very particular sect were at times advisers to the high king. People who held a Objective view to matters that the king and his regal aristocrats might not be so Unbiased about. Rumahs hated using his place in the order this way but this mission was important to him.<br><br>Success granted him trust with his Superiors. Trust that was lost in the time spent searching for his place in the world. So many elves of all four tribes were here to garner a chance garner favor with the high king by risking their life for a mission. Nothing said that Rumas is guaranteed to live through this which is why its a test. A trial of the bow.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Rumahs rolled: 1d20, modifying each die by 14<br>Comment: Perception around the room<br>Result: 31,<br>Total: 31</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>04-03-2015, 22:50:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/cosplay__elf_ducan_by_yuegene-d4q4lvw_zpsdeb3f09e.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Nys &amp; Olivia Vendatti</span><br>Blanqua Transmuter 5 &amp; Raven Familiar (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1124844)<br><hr><br>"Ah!&nbsp; A pleasure to meet, you, Jia; undead fiends sounds unpleasant, but I've no doubt we can aid them somehow.&nbsp; Never underestimate the power of hope.&nbsp; And this artifact-"&nbsp; He began to ask more about what to expect when the green-winged man darted past him to wrap Jia in an embrace.&nbsp; He waited a moment, but her attention seemed lost; not something he could blame her for, though.&nbsp; He'd glimpsed the look on the girl's face when she'd recognized the fellow - obviously hugs were something she needed more now than prying questions they would have time for on the road.&nbsp; "Beg pardon, I ought to check on the tea - so easy to let it steep for too long - but I'll look forward to talking more later."&nbsp; <br><br>Stepping away, Nys looked over the others, exchanging polite nods and greetings as he enjoyed the fare and awaited the captain's arrival.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Midwest Man</strong> on <strong>05-03-2015, 01:24:47</strong>
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				(http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20091120060257/dragonage/images/4/40/Concept-Rogue.png)<br><br>Reliat finished the application without any trouble, and turned to re-enter the waiting room, when he looked down at his boots. They were a bit filthy, and he could smell what the clerk had mentioned before. In his line of work, they allowed him to move almost effortlessly through the forest without repercussions from the fauna he might encounter.<br><br>But here in the city, the rankness of the filth would be off putting to others. He spied a fountain not far away, and stuffed the application in his shirt, and made towards it. When he had arrived before, he didn’t notice the odd looks and wrinkled noses as he passed. This time was different, and he settled down on the edge of the fountain, and began scraping the manure from his boots, and making a small pile of the offensive stuff. <br><br>When he was finished he simply rinsed the rest of the stench off his boots and put them back on. The pile he left for someone else to find and dispose of, city life was not for him, and he cared not what they did with the scrapings from his boots. He walked back to the guard waiting room, pulling out the form, as he entered the room.<br><br>Rel was rather surprised to see that many of the men and women who had been in here when he left, were now gone. Only a handful of volunteers remained -&nbsp; a few Faela, someone with a raven, and young girl sitting off by herself. He hoped more would come to apply, but he was also sure that he could handle whatever might come up, at least he thought so.<br><br>He spied the clerk, and gave him the application form, noting that the little thing looked at his boots and nodded its approval. He went to sit down in the waiting room picking a place away from the others and placed his hands in his lap...waiting.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mossberg</strong> on <strong>06-03-2015, 03:53:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i389.photobucket.com/albums/oo340/Mossberg420/oie_IVwidzJrpIOc-1.jpg)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Morran</span></strong>, <em>Male, Blanqua Elf, Rogue 5</em><br>Character Sheet (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Ah0fqL2iaeRigTpwxF40IWd_CracY6WMwYOpVVunjPc/edit?usp=sharing)<br>HP:24/24&nbsp; AC: 20, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 15, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 20 (Cannot be caught flatfooted due to Uncanny Dodge)<br><strong>Fort</strong>:+1 <strong>Ref</strong>:+8 <strong>Will</strong>:+2<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Statistical info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Combat</strong>: CMB: +3, CMD: 18, Move: 30 ft<br><span class="bbc_u">Melee</span>: +1 Rapier; +9 (+8 with Power Attack) 1d4+2 (+4 with Power Attack), 18-20/x2, Piercing<br><span class="bbc_u">Ranged</span>: Mwk Composite Longbow; +9 1d6+1, x3, 110ft, Piercing/Bludgeoning, 30 common arrows/30 blunt arrows<br><strong>Ongoing Effects</strong>:</span></div></div><hr><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Opening his eyes, Morran looked out at the other people and just noticed that some of them were filling out sheets of paper. Then it dawned on him what he should do. Of course there would be quite a few volunteering for something like this, and the people in charge of it couldn't possibly know the abilities of each of them. Blushing very faintly, he slid off the chair and tried to stealthily walk over by the clerk and grab a blank application. He only half listened to the others around him, instead, borrowing a pen from the clerk and concentrating on filling out the application as fast as he could, while still keeping it legible.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Once he was done filling it out, he gave the pen back to the clerk and slipped the paper in with the others in the stack. Turning around to head back to the chair he listened more to what the others were saying on his way. Another Blanqua mentioned undead and an artifact, which certainly got Morran's attention. An artifact could mean valuable treasure was there as well. Undead though.. The time that he had went up against some of them before, he had found his rapier and arrows hadn't worked so well on the moving bones as he would have hoped.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Making his way back to the chair he had vacated, he got back into it and looked around, now more interested in what was going on around the guardhouse. Noticing the Grenida across from him, Morran studied him for a second before speaking to him. "Hi there. Are you here about the Ebon Mist too?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>06-03-2015, 07:32:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/5ba018be4bbbad06e1bc42bda50e3a7f/tumblr_nkm6c2THr51tk4029o9_r1_1280.jpg)</div><div align="center"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">By Order of His Majesty High King Emortalis Lightsword<br><br>Hereby declare a state of emergency.<br><br>Volunteers needed for a very important and dangerous assignment. A small party will investigate the sighting of the Ebon Mist in the ruins to the north of the Capital. Full provisions and compensation offered. <br><br>This is a very dangerous assignment. Magisters, Clerics, Warriors, Rangers and Rogues are encouraged to apply with the Captain of the Guard, Kaelen Brightarrow, as soon as possible. <br><br>The peace and security of our Great Nation depends on this quest. Only those qualified will be selected. A reward will be offered as well as the undying gratitude of the residents of our Great Land.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was the third time in just this hour that Sariel had read the missive. She had found it tacked to a mssageboard at an outlying town's general store. Keeping the trails clear of bandits and the occasional bullywug was all well and good - and certainly needed! - but this? <em>This</em> called to her. even to the point of distraction, as she forgot to keep a tight rein on the elk stag who bore her on his back.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"I'm terribly sorry!"</strong> she called down to the acorn merchant whose cart had just been tipped over by the inquisitive beast. Sliding from Hyrvi's back, she made to help the irate merchant scoop his merchandise back into its proper place, wincing each time a passerby crunched one underfoot. <strong>"Here, let me... Let me..."</strong> She let out a soft sigh as she opened her purse. Nothing in there but two heavy silver pieces, a tiger agate, and a collection of copper coins.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Maybe she had ought to start accepting rewards. Nibbling her lip, Sariel passed the two silver coins to the merchant. <strong>"Again, I'm terribly sorry, I wish I had more..."</strong> She shifted her shoulders, deciding to go for broke. <strong>"I'm new in Oldirin... can you.. .can you direct me to where I might find the captain of the guard?"</strong><br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Somehow, she had expected more volunteers to be in sight, when she finally found and entered the gathering. The woven bark of her boots whispered against the living wood floor; the fox agilely weaving between her ankles made more noise with the clacking of its nails on that surface. <strong>"Am I in the correct place?"</strong> She asked, unfolding the notice to look again. <strong>"I'm seeking audience with Captain Brightarrow?"</strong><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She glanced down at the sand-colored animal that was apparently trying to tangle her feet together, nodding as if it had said something. <strong>"I'm just surprised by how... vacant it seems. Oh! Present company obviously excluded,"</strong> she hurries to apologize to the others who have showed up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>06-03-2015, 08:12:56</strong>
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				The group kept waiting it seemed for a while, as a few more came in and then left. The clerk was finally getting a handle on things. He looked up at the young elf and nodded. "You have the right place, just fill this out. Bring it back. The Captain is out on patrol right now, he will be back soon. You are aware this is a very dangerous assignment. You may not make it back. I have to warn everyone. There are no guarantees. Have a seat, oh and I think that there are some refreshments, help yourself." He handed her a simple form.<br><br>All the form consisted of was the name and military standing and a basic list of skills. References were a plus.<br><br>Sassy sat back down, next to the ranger and across from the Blanqua. "Hello, I am Sazilial&nbsp; Windchaser, everyone calls me Sassy. Looks like we have a light group for this mission. If this is all we get. By the way, I am a healer. But I can also use the bow rather well. And I have other abilities. What's your names?" she offered a friendly smile.<br><br>(http://img1.stylowi.pl//images/items/s/201302/stylowi_pl_plakaty-i-obrazy_4205004.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Midwest Man</strong> on <strong>08-03-2015, 07:32:52</strong>
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				Rel leaned back on the bench he was seated upon, watching those that congregated close to the clerk, and listening to the conversations going on in the waiting room. He picked up on the fact that the captain was out on patrol, and wasn't here yet. A part of the ranger wanted to be away from here, Reliat wasn't comfortable in the confines of a city, but rather in the branches and brush of the great forest that covered so much of the lands of the Grenida. His body shifted as he thought about what this new threat of the Ebon Mist meant to the kingdom, as well as his beloved forest. <br><br>He looked up from his pondering when the elf across from him asked him,&nbsp; "Hi there. Are you here about the Ebon Mist too?" Reliat looked over the young elf, unsure as to whether he should answer or not, then saw no reason not to speak.<br><br>His deep melodious voice was quiet, loud enough to be heard for those close by, but not engaged or near the doorway to the waiting room. "Aye, I am. I have seen the wildlife from the forests to the north moving south in herds and packs larger than normal. I cannot help wonder what this mist is doing to the forest where this all started, and how bad the creatures are that roam in its fog. I take it you too are volunteering to seek the answers to the riddle of the mist?" Rel leaned forward on the bench, elbows on his knees, as he gazed at the white elf with some interest.<br><br>He was distracted by a female voice that came to sit beside him on the same bench, and turned his head to see who it was. His gaze wandered over her form, and into her eyes. <em>"Sassy? Had she said Sassy was the name she went by? By the gods,"</em> he thought, <em>"my very life may depend on a healer that goes by the name Sassy!"</em> He noticed the friendly smile she wore, and nodded, "I am Reli..., um, Rel." &nbsp;He stopped at giving Sassy his full name, only Jes had used it, and he still remembered the last time he had heard her whisper it to him. He didn't know if he could bear to have another female use his full name, somehow he felt it would taint his memory of Jes. "My name's Rel."<br><br>The ranger turned his head back to the Blanqua male who had started a conversation with him, waiting for his reply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mossberg</strong> on <strong>08-03-2015, 09:01:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i389.photobucket.com/albums/oo340/Mossberg420/oie_IVwidzJrpIOc-1.jpg)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Morran</span></strong>, <em>Male, Blanqua Elf, Rogue 5</em><br>Character Sheet (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Ah0fqL2iaeRigTpwxF40IWd_CracY6WMwYOpVVunjPc/edit?usp=sharing)<br>HP:24/24&nbsp; AC: 20, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 15, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 20 (Cannot be caught flatfooted due to Uncanny Dodge)<br><strong>Fort</strong>:+1 <strong>Ref</strong>:+8 <strong>Will</strong>:+2<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Statistical info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Combat</strong>: CMB: +3, CMD: 18, Move: 30 ft<br><span class="bbc_u">Melee</span>: +1 Rapier; +9 (+8 with Power Attack) 1d4+2 (+4 with Power Attack), 18-20/x2, Piercing<br><span class="bbc_u">Ranged</span>: Mwk Composite Longbow; +9 1d6+1, x3, 110ft, Piercing/Bludgeoning, 30 common arrows/30 blunt arrows<br><strong>Ongoing Effects</strong>:</span></div></div><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Morran listened to the man talk, though at first he had seemed hesitant. He agreed with the man's words, speaking in his soft voice, "Yes, it is a disturbing thought indeed." At the question he nodded. "Yeah. I thought that my scouting skills could be useful to a party like this." He didn't voice his main reason for volunteering though, which was the promised compensation as well as any potential loot.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;He had been about to introduce himself when the woman came over by them and sat next to the man across from Morran. She seemed pretty outgoing as she started talking to the both of them right away. Morran's vibrant blue eyes surreptitiously looked over her form for a moment before going back up. After the man across from him had introduced himself he did as well, giving her a smile. "I'm Morran, a scout in the High King's army. Nice to meet you Sassy. And you too, Rel," he finished as he turned his head to look at the man, giving him a nod.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>08-03-2015, 10:03:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/5ba018be4bbbad06e1bc42bda50e3a7f/tumblr_nkm6c2THr51tk4029o9_r1_1280.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"A... form. Really?"</strong> her soft voice was a little incredulous, but she just shrugged, taking the paper and stylus. There was&nbsp; nod and a smile as she was warned. <strong>"Yes, I figured that was a given. it doesn't matter. Everything worth doing is dangerous, sir."</strong> She padded over to the indicated seats, settling not far from Rumah, glancing at the young... <em>elf</em> with a curious smile. After studying... him? for a moment, she pulled her eyes away to note the others, busily penning hteir name and information down. All four tribes shown here.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"Has... anyone heard of this before,"</strong> she asks, lowering her eyes to watcher her hand as she slowly drew her name onto the paper. Penmanship was not one of her great skills, nd her skill at reading mostly centered around the holy poems... But she was able, with time...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OyabunKobold</strong> on <strong>08-03-2015, 20:32:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://safebooru.org//images/1182/2e6bdf90c467936785225add4e9880648a187e0c.png)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Rumahs Amaibrarvia Eyllisannia'aia</span></span></strong>, <em>Male Perida Elf Zen archer Quinggong monk 5</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=90617)<br>HP:34 (Current: 34)&nbsp; AC: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 15<br><strong>Fort</strong>:+4 <strong>Ref</strong>:+6 <strong>Will</strong>:+8<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Statistical info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Combat</strong>: CMB: +6, CMD: 24, Move: 40 ft<br><span class="bbc_u">Melee</span>: Unarmed Strike +6 (1d8+3, x2, Bludgeoning)<br><span class="bbc_u">Ranged</span>: Adaptive +1 Elven Warbow +7 (1d10+1+3+2, x3, 120ft, Piercing/Bludgeoning, 20 cold iron arrows/20alchemical silver arrows/20 blunt arrows)<br><strong>Buffs</strong>:<br><strong>-Innate</strong>:<br><strong>-Spells</strong>:<br><strong>-Potions</strong>:<br>&nbsp;<strong>Debuffs</strong>:</span></div></div><hr><br>Perking up a bit as a woman sat beside him studying him a bit as he in turn studied her as discretely as possible. Waiting for the guard a bit as they sat there the woman felt familiar to Rumahs. He couldn't quite place it but it was almost like he had some kinship with the woman. Noticing her dismay with the form he chuckled lightly. It was more of a giggle really. <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"I can understand your dismay at the duty of filling out a form. A simple sheet of parchment doesn't seem like much when the kingdoms well-being is on the line but I shan't think that they would do something more practical. A gladiatorial free for all would cause injury. A competition to fire arrows and swing swords at dummies and targets mean little when placed out in the field against moving targets trying to kill, rend, and tear. Its like being on a ship really. You can learn and learn and learn all you want from the books but until you actually stand on one during a mighty storm you don't know your mettle compared to your lack."</span><br><br>Blushing a bit as he noticed that he had spoke out but never introduced himself something most rude. His mama would be displeased that his excitement got him caught up and forget his manners. <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"I'm most sorry for speaking before introducing myself. I am Rumahs Amaibrarvia Eyllisannia'aia, Courtesan, Sailor, Practitioner of the art of the bow. Might I ask your name milady and what exactly you mean by 'this'?"</span><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>08-03-2015, 21:52:16</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She was almost so engrossed in her concentration of making one letter follow another that she almost didn't notice she was being spoken to. She looks up at Rumah, bright green eyes edged in blue. The corner of her lips ticks upwards a bit. <strong>"It's... more that my writing skills aren't very good, I'm afraid."</strong> She actually turns the sheet towards hum. Her <em>writing</em> is immaculate... but she's barely filled the parchment out. More like a monk at work illuminating a manuscript than someone writing information... <strong>"And you make an excellent point. If the dead walk, then unprepared would-be heroes will add to their ranks... And flesh and blood or... <em>other</em> things, simple skill in a tourney is a very different thing, indeed!"</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She lowers her eyelids and gives a dip of her head to acknowledge his introduction. <strong>"Oh, it's no worry, Rumahs, conversation is always nice."</strong> She shifts her scribing tools around and draws back the gaudy sleeve of her tunic to offer a hand. Despite its fine bones and fair skin, her hand bears a callus at the base of her thumb from sword practice. <strong>"I'm Sariel Tam. Ch... Chosen of Artemia."</strong> she hesitated - it always sounds so pretentious, and color rises from her freckled cheeks, into her ears. she softly clears her throat. <strong>"Upsetter of acorn carts too, it turns out."</strong> She smiles again, then makes an effort to make a more solemn expression for the topic... <strong>"and by <em>this</em> I mean... the black fog?"</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"And this is Rythfa,"</strong> she introduces the sand-colored fox that is twining around her feet, when he makes an expectant little noise. <strong>"He... helps me."</strong> She doesn't ever know how to explain that. 
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				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>08-03-2015, 22:37:39</strong>
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				The clerk had scared off three more people and the rest of them were kind of stuck there waiting. The captain on patrol was something none of them expected. Wasn't this a mission of some importance? There should be some sense of urgency, somewhere. <br><br>Each person who came in and asked the clerk got the same answer. "Fill out the form if you want to be included. The mission is listed as extreme danger. You might not make it back. If you have dependents you will not be accepted. That is by order of His Royal Majesty, Emortalis."<br><br>Jia was restless. She finally let go of Jord. Even though she felt really comfortable in his arms. It was unseemly for her to just stay there and not be thinking of the mission they were going on. "Jord, thanks for being here. It means a lot to me. I...I never expected to...I mean...it's good to finally find someone of our kind...I wanted to go to the Faela councilors and tell them, but I just got shuffled around and put to work. I think they did it on purpose. But...there will be time enough for grieving later." <br><br>"I have my things ready for a long journey. Paolintus says he has a spell that will protect us from the Ebon Mist for seventeen days. Hopefully we can find the urn and close it in that time. I helped him do the research. It is in a underground Temple. That Ebon Mist wiped out all the Trolls of that time. It was a brave Ranger and a mage who closed it last time and I think a priest was involved too. They died, he was able to return and give his report but withered away before they could find a way to reverse the effects of the Mist." As sad as she was, she could not help but notice all the ears in the room were tuned to her words.<br><br>"Yes, that is what the clerk means about not coming back. It could be worse. You might come back and then die anyway from the effects. The Ebon Mist turns everything into a sickly undead monster. I read...I read the journal of the priestess who went with them to close it. The Undead and the ghosts of the past Trolls and other nasty things are in this Temple. She did note that the Undead move slowly and will not stop until they are literally turned to ash. The ghosts and wraiths are subject to Holy spells, but they can do things to your mind. You must have a strong will and use magical weapons against all of them. If we get our weapons blessed before we start out, it will help."<br><br>She had to sit down, her knees felt weak. This was a tremendous task. They would need every ounce of protection and lots of luck to get this task finished. She looked at Jord and wanted so bad to tell him not to come, she did not want him to risk himself. Somehow she knew, by the way he looked at her, that he would not even think of staying behind.<br><br>(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mY2ck9YCeE/TQbN_wnUSaI/AAAAAAAABs8/5V4RBoSIt-c/s1600/182fd931ddd8d0_full.png)
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>09-03-2015, 16:51:17</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A man in silvered full plate entered the chamber from the back, his helm beneath his arm.&nbsp; Hair the rich red of autumn leaves flowed down to his waist in a pony tail wrapped with silver chord.&nbsp; Emerald eyes regarded them all quietly from above as he crossed to the clerk and accepted the applications, which he began to review.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A giant even among Grenida, the Captain stood an inch and a half over seven feet tall.&nbsp; Broad in the shoulder and narrow at the hip, he moved in over fifty pounds of steel as if it were nothing more than a woolen sweater.&nbsp; His curve blade, a graceful and precise elven slashing sword used in two hands—looked more like a long sword on the tall man’s belt beautiful silver and leather belt.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At first, he quietly reviewed the papers.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>09-03-2015, 19:16:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/cosplay__elf_ducan_by_yuegene-d4q4lvw_zpsdeb3f09e.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Nys &amp; Olivia Vendatti</span><br>Blanqua Transmuter &amp; Raven Familiar (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1124844)<br>Tagging: The Captain<br><hr><br>Nys looked up at the tall elf's appearance, looking the man over frankly and curiously.&nbsp; Imposing, he imagined, particularly for the breeds that relied more heavily upon physical strength than the blanqua.&nbsp; Even for the white elves, his prowess with arms was palpable.&nbsp; Not a political posting, then, or at least not merely so; a bit surprising to him, honestly.&nbsp; The southerners loved their royalty so, and were far more attached honorary titles and positions than the blanqua who, while placing no less emphasis on nobility, ensured the less capable were weaned out.&nbsp; Usually violently.&nbsp; <br><br>That implied interesting conclusions.&nbsp; They had not been kept waiting due to the petty whim or general incompetence of some near sighted bureaucrat, but by the logical prioritization of an experienced soldier.&nbsp; Which meant something had happened this morning that was more important than urgently responding to a matter that threatened the existence of an entire nation.&nbsp; Not a terribly comfortable thought.&nbsp; <br><br>Pouring a cup of tea - a pekoe, lapsang and peppermint affair that Nys favored highly - the aristocrat added a flaky croissant, laden with honey and butter, then wordlessly offered the breakfast to the captain.&nbsp; Doubtless, with such urgent tasks at hand, a proper meal had been forgotten.&nbsp; After another moment's thought Nys began pouring another cup for himself while the raven shuffled from shoulder to shoulder in agitation.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally, the bird released a harsh squawk, followed by a surprisingly pleasant feminine voice speaking in the sort of stage whisper that is easily overheard by everyone present.&nbsp; "Master!&nbsp; Tell him to hurry!&nbsp; Why is this taking so long?&nbsp; There won't be a single worm left by the time we leave...."<br><br>Nys gave the captain a pained smile, a touch of embarrassment but mostly the long suffering look of a patient but exasperated parent.&nbsp; "Sweetling, you're already gorged on biscuit, and I know where the rest of the honey went to this morning and...<em>stop that!</em>"&nbsp; The last as the bird, bored with explanations and entranced with the mesmerizing sway of the silver cord binding the captain's hair, fluttered to the man's shoulder with a frenzy of wings and began to pluck at the accessory.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Midwest Man</strong> on <strong>11-03-2015, 03:33:41</strong>
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				The room was beginning to fill with people, some in their own conversations, as Rel nodded towards the one called Morran. The ranger could readily see the skills the scout brought to the venture. His eyes watched the Blanqua as he relaxed across the way, he hoped to work with him on this journey.<br><br>He tried not to listen in on any of the other chatting going on, then Rel saw the diminutive Faela walk within the room, and it seemed as though the room quieted as she spoke. He sensed a deep soul in such a small package, and that soul was hurting. He understood that pain as well. She spoke clearly, and Reliat wondered if he could stand firm as the other ranger she mentioned from the first group. <br><br>She gave them all important information to what and where they were headed. There was no fear of death, and to do so in saving his people meant more to him than returning a failure. He would put his heart and all the training and skills forward into making the adventure succeed. If he was chosen, of course. <br><br>Then the captain entered the back of the room. Reliat stood up from his bench out of respect to the position and to the man he had heard of as he grew up. Jes had mentioned the elven leader, and Rel believed in what Jes had told him. He stood watching the plated warrior, wondering if he had what Kaelen Brightarrow needed for this mission. Reliat swallowed slowly, knowing he did, relaxing in his confidence.
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>11-03-2015, 10:55:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/Comission_pixie_by_phantagrafie-d5g4wm2.jpg)</div><strong>Fjordel "Jord" Nym</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/14gyPcCiH11JjOvJ9ib7iYA4rLpHTOvpZD0W70-a7Djc/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jord sat down beside Jia.&nbsp; He gave the purple eyed girl a squeeze around the waist, then released her so he could half turn towards her and pay close attention as she spoke.&nbsp; “Messengers came to all our towns and encampments before sunrise,” he explained.&nbsp; “I spoke briefly to the elders.&nbsp; They send you their blessing, and all of us their prayers.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He leaned forwards after Jia was finished with the explanation and gave her hand a squeeze.&nbsp; “We'll do what the ones before us didn't.&nbsp; We'll seal it up and come home alive and well.&nbsp; Craftsmanship, science, magic, it always works like that.&nbsp; We build on the work of those who came before us to accomplish ever greater things.”&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>OyabunKobold</strong> on <strong>11-03-2015, 22:35:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://safebooru.org//images/1182/2e6bdf90c467936785225add4e9880648a187e0c.png)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Rumahs Amaibrarvia Eyllisannia'aia</span></span></strong>, <em>Male Perida Elf Zen archer Quinggong monk 5</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=90617)<br>HP:34 (Current: 34)&nbsp; AC: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 15<br><strong>Fort</strong>:+4 <strong>Ref</strong>:+6 <strong>Will</strong>:+8<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Statistical info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Combat</strong>: CMB: +6, CMD: 24, Move: 40 ft<br><span class="bbc_u">Melee</span>: Unarmed Strike +6 (1d8+3, x2, Bludgeoning)<br><span class="bbc_u">Ranged</span>: Adaptive +1 Elven Warbow +7 (1d10+1+3+2, x3, 120ft, Piercing/Bludgeoning, 20 cold iron arrows/20alchemical silver arrows/20 blunt arrows)<br><strong>Buffs</strong>:<br><strong>-Innate</strong>:<br><strong>-Spells</strong>:<br><strong>-Potions</strong>:<br>&nbsp;<strong>Debuffs</strong>:</span></div></div><hr>He nods letting out a soft ah as his shoulders go up in the common motion of Stating the unknown. <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"The Ebon Mist is Dangerous that's all I feel the need to know at the moment. Its dangerous and needs stopping whomever released it again needs to be put to rest as well. The safety of the people we know and care for come first to the safety of ourselves. At least that's what they'll Probably tell us in a round about flowery way."</span> Looking over at the elf beside him he smiled softly and warmly. the penmanship of the woman much better than his own but also greatly taken in care to do. Time effort and patience but the woman looked to be anxious about it so he reached over gently patting her shoulder. <br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"It looks fine Great even. I'm sure that the captain will notice the time and care you put into&nbsp; his application and consider it in kind on the battlefield. I believe that you yourself are feeling the same right? About our lives being less than those of the cities... That even if we were to die in this venture that it would be for a good cause? I'm not sure I would be the first to agree with you Sariel. Who am I to judge though after all. My life My path is blurred and I couldn't see your path clear even if it wasn't."</span> Frowning a bit he leaned back thinking it over thoroughly in silence watching the fox dart in and around in boredom.Waiting for the knowledge of who was chosen and who wasn't was the hard part. Rumahs hoped that he could find out just what he needed to do just what his life path was. Maybe this adventure would enlighten him maybe it wouldn't but he had to try.<br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"As to your friend helping you that's probably the best way to put it. Hes a close friend that helps you. Rythfa looks quite intelligent and his guidance might be sound even if you don't understand it fully."</span> Leaning back in the chair a bit he rested his eyes. The captain would take a while yes but he had to trust the man in his decision.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div>
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				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>11-03-2015, 23:49:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/5c0371d4e718737258ab80ac29055207/tumblr_nkm6c2THr51tk4029o7_r1_1280.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She laughs, a bright, soft sound. <strong>"I'm hardly so fatalistic, Rumahs."</strong> she reaches up, laying her fingers over his on her shoulder, briefly, welcoming the touch. <strong>"The first rule is to do good for others. A dead person can do no good for anyone; a dead good person is a gap in the line against evil."</strong> it sounds like she's quoting. Her hand drifts away, returning to her laborious writing. <strong>"All those stories of heroes killing themselves but winning the day? Fables, for people with more pride than honor"</strong> She glances sideways at the pretty boy, offering him a warm smile. <strong>"No one can see the end of a path from its beginning."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Rising, she goes to hand her parchment to the guard captain, trying ot not gawk at the size of the man. her fox hops into the seat he left behind, gives Rumahs a sniff, then curls up for a nap, however brief
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				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>12-03-2015, 01:17:54</strong>
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				(http://img1.stylowi.pl//images/items/s/201209/stylowi_pl_plakaty-i-obrazy_1047274.jpg)<br><br>Sassy smiles and nods as the Captain comes into the room. He is indeed a fine looking elf and she can tell he takes his role seriously as he looks at the applications. Briefly she wonders if he is single, he looks like he would be a very serious and dedicated lover. <em>Where did that idea come from? I need to concentrate on this mission, who knows if I will even come back from it?</em><br><br>"I am sure we will be given as much protection as the Arch Mage can give us. I will do my part to keep you all healthy. I do not relish dealing with the undead, but it is something we definitely have to stop from getting worse. Artemia will help us I am sure. The blessings of the Goddess are an antithesis to the unnatural raising of the dead. I am sure it will come in handy." her voice is calm and sure in the small room. She hopes it instills confidence among those who are considered for the mission.
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				Post by: <strong>Midwest Man</strong> on <strong>12-03-2015, 03:29:10</strong>
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				Rel turned from where he stood by the bench, and looked down at Sassy. Her small speech sounded right, the blessings of the Goddess would be necessary for them to succeed in their mission before them. His deep melodic voice quietly spoke to her, "I am glad that you are with us, Sazilial. I am confident you will be what we need for this journey. To support us, heal us, and be the light we will need to defeat whatever we might find...undead or otherwise."<br><br>Rel smiled down at her, a warm and friendly smile. He wasn't usually so friendly, or warm for that matter, however she had been the first to offer her friendship and name to him. That meant something to him, and he would do everything in his power to protect her, and allow her to do what she came to do for the kingdom and his beloved forest.<br><br>He wondered how bad they would find this Ebon Mist, and how it affected the ruins and the forest surrounding them. He knew one thing, he suddenly wanted to destroy what had caused this event, and whoever initiated it.
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>12-03-2015, 11:45:46</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The guard captain looked quietly up—well, up from the papers anyway—into Nys's silver eyes.&nbsp; His eyes widened ever so slightly at the offer of a meal, followed by his tight lips relaxing, then stretching half way towards a smile.&nbsp; “Thank you,” he spoke softly, his voice a resonant tenor.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The tall man shifted the papers down and took a long draw on the tea, sighing as the tasty beverage warmed him right up.&nbsp; He took the croissant in a few bit bites, starting off chewing fast, but letting the flavors slow him down and remind him to enjoy life.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When he finished the plate, he gave a soft sigh.&nbsp; “That hit the spot.&nbsp; Lord Vendatti, right?”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He smiled as the raven cackled impatiently.&nbsp; The femininity of the voice someone how made him smile on all the more.&nbsp; Then he laughed openly as the bird hopped over onto his shoulders and pecked at the tie to his braid.&nbsp; “Whoa, girl.&nbsp; I don't have time to put my hair back in it's braid today.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Despite the light tone, he went back to reviewing the applications as if he clearly expected the raven to obey.&nbsp; “Olivia Vendetta,” he addressed the bird.&nbsp; “Familiar to Nys Vendati, transmuter and initiate tot he third circle.&nbsp; I trust you won't desert your post at the first flash of something shiny in the Mist?”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“What else do we have here,” he pulled another appreciation to the front of the pile and regarded Jamathiel skeptically.&nbsp; “A tailor?&nbsp; Are you along to stitch up wounds, perhaps?&nbsp; Or maybe you fence?”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The windling man arched a brow, but he was grinning, “All Faela are tailors, Captain.&nbsp; Not all Faela have draconic blood in their viens—and fewer still have tapped that power.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The elf gave a quietly approving nod&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He continued to question them each, needling them subtly and paying far closer attention to how they reacted to being questioned than to how they answered.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>13-03-2015, 21:38:36</strong>
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				(http://img.hb.aicdn.com/1600c60343a95758759e8f8ed6f96d192c8424872bd54-fLzy9D_fw236)<br><br>The dark haired cleric smiled at the tall ranger as he spoke.&nbsp; "I am glad that you are with us, Sazilial. I am confident you will be what we need for this journey. To support us, heal us, and be the light we will need to defeat whatever we might find...undead or otherwise." <br><br>She replied with an impish grin, "I am glad we have such strength and confidence with us. I am sure we will all need to be on our toes for this mission. Let's hope the Captain takes us all seriously. Excuse me a moment, Rel."<br><br>Sassy got up and strolled to the desk, the Captain was a good head and a half taller than she was. Looking up at the handsome elf she smiled softly. "You have any questions for me, Captain? Sazilial Windchaser, I am a cleric. I know the risks, I also know a cleric is desperately needed on a mission like this." her eyes were calm and steady. 
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				Post by: <strong>Midwest Man</strong> on <strong>16-03-2015, 01:46:39</strong>
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				He quietly observed the captain and the people he was questioning and chatting with. He wondered how the tall elf would choose those that would go on this perilous journey. Watching the eyes of the elf, thinking that those chosen may not return, and how it would affect the captain. Rel thought that Kaelen knew he needed to pick those who would be most qualified, and talented. <br><br>The ranger's gaze fell to the floor, he felt competent enough to do as the former ranger had done. He would stand with the team of them and he would give his life to insure the success of this mission. A mission that had to be done, and had to be completed. For all of the elves...<br><br>The deep breath he took steadied him as he lifted his gaze back up to Captain Brightarrow. For his family's safety, for the king's family, for everyone...and his forest, he was prepared to guard and protect each member of the team. He stood tall, and set his shoulders back, and waited for Kaelen to test him, to see if he was good enough. Reliat was confident he would make the grade.
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				Post by: <strong>OyabunKobold</strong> on <strong>16-03-2015, 20:54:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://safebooru.org//images/1182/2e6bdf90c467936785225add4e9880648a187e0c.png)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Rumahs Amaibrarvia Eyllisannia'aia</span></span></strong>, <em>Male Perida Elf Zen archer Quinggong monk 5</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=90617)<br>HP:34 (Current: 34)&nbsp; AC: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 15<br><strong>Fort</strong>:+4 <strong>Ref</strong>:+6 <strong>Will</strong>:+8<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Statistical info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Combat</strong>: CMB: +6, CMD: 24, Move: 40 ft<br><span class="bbc_u">Melee</span>: Unarmed Strike +6 (1d8+3, x2, Bludgeoning)<br><span class="bbc_u">Ranged</span>: Adaptive +1 Elven Warbow +7 (1d10+1+3+2, x3, 120ft, Piercing/Bludgeoning, 20 cold iron arrows/20alchemical silver arrows/20 blunt arrows)<br><strong>Buffs</strong>:<br><strong>-Innate</strong>:<br><strong>-Spells</strong>:<br><strong>-Potions</strong>:<br>&nbsp;<strong>Debuffs</strong>:</span></div></div><hr><br>Looking about the room Rumahs smiled perking up slightly at the sight of the captain. Just the man he needed to talk to and then deflated in the next second as everyone seemed to bombard the poor man all at once. Hearing the Perida beside her talk of not knowing the final destination to their task he nodded slightly. It wasn't much to say they knew nothing of what might happen just that they needed more information than they had. This Ebon mist was a deadly terrible disaster and the safety of the nations required it be dealt with. Waiting patiently for the captain to be finished with his group he looked around at the ones still there. Two Faela embracing each other closely. They obviously knew each other one of which seemed to be Distraught. A ranger from the looks of it and the female cleric that stormed her way up to the captain. Then the paladin next to him. Outside of those people was the nobleman from the north and himself. Six people to brave the Ebon Mist and Defeat it. Were those numbers enough?<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div>
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>16-03-2015, 22:10:49</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The captain watched Nyss Vendatti out of the conrer of his eyes as he spoke with Nyss's corvid familiar.&nbsp; To Kaelin's mind, Nyss had allready passed the test he was quietly administering.&nbsp; Any highborn considerate enough to fix tea for his coleauges and superiors wouldn't look down his nose at them.&nbsp; It spoke to Kaelin of a team player with a level head.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=224597.msg11065084#msg11065084">Quote from: Verasaille on 13-03-2015, 21:38:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">(http://img.hb.aicdn.com/1600c60343a95758759e8f8ed6f96d192c8424872bd54-fLzy9D_fw236)<br>Sassy got up and strolled to the desk, the Captain was a good head and a half taller than she was. Looking up at the handsome elf she smiled softly. "You have any questions for me, Captain? Sazilial Windchaser, I am a cleric. I know the risks, I also know a cleric is desperately needed on a mission like this." her eyes were calm and steady.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Miss Windchaser," the captain replied, "Please have a seat and wait your turn."&nbsp; Word for word, his speech didn't say anything rude--just brusque and authoritarian.&nbsp; His tone and mannerism, however, projected that he would be grateful to see her out of the way."&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After interacting with Lord Vendatti for a moment longer, the captain moved on.&nbsp; "I've heard of you, Rumahs Amaibrarvia Eyllisannia'aia," the captain commented, giving the androgynously beautiful monk a dubious look.&nbsp; "Your order are renowned for their clear sight--as much in politics as archery.&nbsp; Yet every report i have on you tells me you're too busy with your night job to reach your potential."&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He deliberately kept his tone distant and quietly critical as he spoke.&nbsp; If Rumahs was a quitter, he'd tell by the lad's reaction to being dismissed out of hand.&nbsp; If Rumahs wasn't a quitter, then this was exactly what the young monk needed--a suitable challenge for his abilities.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After a bit of interaction with Rumahs, the captain moved on to Sariel.&nbsp; "So, you're the one chosen by our goddess as Lorieth Gwenyyd's heir.&nbsp; Are you sure that armor will still fit next year?&nbsp; Seems you have another foot or two still to grow."&nbsp; <br><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jord scowled softly at the overly critical captain.&nbsp; It did cross the little dragon-mage's min d that the captain was probably testing them in some away, and he hadn't hesitated to respond a&nbsp; bit cokcliy.&nbsp; His prospective instincts were kicking in as the captain dismissed half the room and subtly disrespected the other half.&nbsp; He suspected he would challenge the cocky man to a duel if he belittled Jia's trials or the loss of her friends.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OyabunKobold</strong> on <strong>17-03-2015, 04:57:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://safebooru.org//images/1182/2e6bdf90c467936785225add4e9880648a187e0c.png)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Rumahs Amaibrarvia Eyllisannia'aia</span></span></strong>, <em>Male Perida Elf Zen archer Quinggong monk 5</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=90617)<br>HP:34 (Current: 34)&nbsp; AC: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 15<br><strong>Fort</strong>:+4 <strong>Ref</strong>:+6 <strong>Will</strong>:+8<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Statistical info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Combat</strong>: CMB: +6, CMD: 24, Move: 40 ft<br><span class="bbc_u">Melee</span>: Unarmed Strike +6 (1d8+3, x2, Bludgeoning)<br><span class="bbc_u">Ranged</span>: Adaptive +1 Elven Warbow +7 (1d10+1+3+2, x3, 120ft, Piercing/Bludgeoning, 20 cold iron arrows/20alchemical silver arrows/20 blunt arrows)<br><strong>Buffs</strong>:<br><strong>-Innate</strong>:<br><strong>-Spells</strong>:<br><strong>-Potions</strong>:<br>&nbsp;<strong>Debuffs</strong>:</span></div></div><hr><br>Hearing the captain address him in such a way made the Feminine boy give him a soft glare. Nothing scathing but definitely something pointed in his direction. His tone was quite sharp as well as he spoke to the man.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"My nights are spent giving those with coin companionship and in turn gathering Information on the comings and goings of the world at large Sir Brightarrow. I'm sure even you can appreciate the ability to tailor ones-self to an occasion such as a royal ball one night and then a Seedy Tavern the next. My night job doesn't interfere with my tasks at hand. Recently I took a time to collect myself and find out what path my life should tread. Such inner study has lead me to believe the current situation would be beneficial to finding out just what kind of person I want to be."</span> His tone was welcoming and Polite. He made sure to weigh it to show less of the agitation he was feeling and more gave his words an edge. His job as a Courtesan was indeed something that took up much of his time. What he learned though during it was so much more vital. The habits of an Elven prince from a land far from the capital. The well kept secret folly of a few knights of the good high king. Rumahs was sure he knew things that not even Kaelin knew about his own men.<br><br>He sat there thumbing his bow he held in his lap as he spoke a tell tale sign of his agitation at the way the captain looked down on him. <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"I'm sure though if you would like a demonstration of my ability you need only to ask and Ill show you just how sure I am with a bow. Maybe someone else here knows the intricacies of a trap or lock for which to get them safely by? Would hate to see the group unable to complete the kings task because of a door or a pair of swinging maces."</span> He wasn't going to just back down from the opportunity to regain his place back in the Kanti Orledlues because of his night life. There were ways for him to turn his past around and be useful to the group at large. Even if that past had an Unsavory way of creeping back up at times.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>18-03-2015, 01:05:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/5ba018be4bbbad06e1bc42bda50e3a7f/tumblr_nkm6c2THr51tk4029o9_r1_1280.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"I'll worry about that after we make sure there <em>is</em> a next year, good captain,"</strong> Sariel replied with a light smile. Part of her chafes at being treated as if applying to be a cobbler's apprentice... But she stifles that back, and returns to where she left Rythfa, scooping the fox up so she could reclaim her place. The animal squirms, gnaws her arm, and is released pretty much immediately. she rubs at hte red marks he left, giving a sidelong smirk at Rumahs. <strong>"He hates being treated like a cat."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>18-03-2015, 01:29:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/cosplay__elf_ducan_by_yuegene-d4q4lvw_zpsdeb3f09e.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Nys &amp; Olivia Vendatti</span><br>Blanqua Transmuter &amp; Raven Familiar (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1124844)<br>Tagging: The Captain<br><hr><br>Olivia gave the silver cord a few more pecks, lest anyone think she were stopping simply because she was being told to, before determining it was securely in place and - although not a lost cause - would require more effort to liberate than she was currently willing to invest.&nbsp; Nys retrieved her and stepped back.&nbsp; The implication either he or his familiar would run from some bit of mortal danger when the realm was relying upon them was insulting, if it were actually a question, so Nys blithely treated it as a statement and smiled warmly in return.&nbsp; "Nys would be fine, if you wish.&nbsp; Mother always said it's like the purr of an ice drake before she strikes; I just like the brevity.&nbsp; The other is a terrible mouthful."&nbsp; He also privately held that no elf worthy of a title had to have it repeated back to them constantly, but the capital was a different place, where feudal rituals held more importance.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Midwest Man</strong> on <strong>18-03-2015, 05:10:31</strong>
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				Not knowing if and when the good captain would get around to him, Reliat sat back down of the bench, and watched the woman of that heavy armor move back and allowed a fox to nip and bite at her. His green gaze focused on the fox, wondering what kept it there if it disliked her so much. Or perhaps there was more to their strange relationship?<br><br>Rolling his neck, the ranger removed a kink in his neck, and bowed his head for a brief time. Rel felt confined within this waiting room, the air was stale, full of odors and fragrances of people and food. He wanted to be outside, with fresh air and open space all around. The head came up slowly, and turned, taking in the group of people still here, willing to put their life on the line.
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				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>18-03-2015, 06:25:13</strong>
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				A faint smirk tickled her lips as Sassy nodded politely to the Captain, "As you wish, Sir." She tried not to show her disappointment. She settled down next to Rel and sighed. <br><br>"This may take awhile. Though I did think there was something of an urgency about this whole thing. I wonder why he is being so harsh. Maybe it's the job. Or he thinks we cannot take orders? I would think this mission requires cooperation and skill more than military discipline. But what do I know?" She sat back in her chair and stared at the Captain with intensity. <br><br>With her luck she would be the last one to get approved. She turned to smile at Rel. "I bet you would rather be out in the fresh air and away from the city, am I right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Midwest Man</strong> on <strong>19-03-2015, 02:32:57</strong>
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				The long brown hair fell down passed his shoulders, and he wondered if he should have gotten it cut before coming here. Jes had been the one to cut it when they were together, though she did prefer it long. She said she liked the way it tickled her face and shoulders while they kissed and made love. How he missed her so...it seems like ages.<br><br>He caught a glimpse of the cleric named Sassy as she came back to sit down beside him. He had been deep in thought about Jes, then heard - <strong>"I bet you would rather be out in the fresh air and away from the city, am I right?"</strong> Reliat nodded, then spun his head around to her, "How did you know that? I'm beginning to feel closed-in in this waiting room. A breath of fresh air would do me wonders." <br><br>Rel smiled towards her, "Care to join me? Captain Brightarrow may be a while sorting through the applications, and asking his questions."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>22-03-2015, 15:30:57</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Kaelan looked into each person's eyes quietly as they responded to his little needling.&nbsp; Rather than respond to each as they answered questions, he gave each of them an approving nod.&nbsp; It was their reactions he wanted to see.&nbsp; Their self confidence and patience.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His eyes went to Sassy then, he nodded to her as well, and to Reliat as well.&nbsp; “Thank you all for your patience, then.&nbsp; I can see you're exactly the kind of people his majesty needs.”&nbsp; He called them all by name, then added, “Please come with me.&nbsp; The wards on the river are holding.&nbsp; It's banks have been evacuated, patrolled by regulars and militia alike.&nbsp; The spells that will make it possible to penetrate the mist cannot be cast over whole armies.&nbsp; It will take people like you to save this land.”&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>22-03-2015, 22:41:41</strong>
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				It was with relief Jia looked around the room. These were all fine people and she was lucky they had them to go on this mission. "Yes we need to have Paolentis cast the protection spell on us before we leave. I have my travel gear ready. I think the Arch Mage is waiting in the Throne room with the King to give us a send off. I am ready to go."<br><br>She reached out to grasp Jord's hand. How lucky she was to have the handsome Faela beside her! She smiled at him in encouragement.<br><br>Sassy had smiled as she joined Rel in waiting for the Captain to make his decision. She leaned over slightly to him and whispered. "He knows his job, I hope we are just as lucky when a leader is chosen among us to lead." <br><br>She got up then and came forward. "I am ready as well, Captain."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OyabunKobold</strong> on <strong>23-03-2015, 07:13:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://safebooru.org//images/1182/2e6bdf90c467936785225add4e9880648a187e0c.png)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Rumahs Amaibrarvia Eyllisannia'aia</span></span></strong>, <em>Male Perida Elf Zen archer Quinggong monk 5</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=90617)<br>HP:34 (Current: 34)&nbsp; AC: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 15<br><strong>Fort</strong>:+4 <strong>Ref</strong>:+6 <strong>Will</strong>:+8<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Statistical info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Combat</strong>: CMB: +6, CMD: 24, Move: 40 ft<br><span class="bbc_u">Melee</span>: Unarmed Strike +6 (1d8+3, x2, Bludgeoning)<br><span class="bbc_u">Ranged</span>: Adaptive +1 Elven Warbow +7 (1d10+1+3+2, x3, 120ft, Piercing/Bludgeoning, 20 cold iron arrows/20alchemical silver arrows/20 blunt arrows)<br><strong>Buffs</strong>:<br><strong>-Innate</strong>:<br><strong>-Spells</strong>:<br><strong>-Potions</strong>:<br>&nbsp;<strong>Debuffs</strong>:</span></div></div><hr><br>Rumahs nodded and smiled a bit thumbing his bow as he stood and stretched slightly sheathing the weapon in its quiver for easy attainment later. He was glad that the captain didn't press on about what he did at night. More than a few people might find such acts unbecoming of the High king's agents. What they didn't realize is people said more in the safety of their homes or the allure of a mug of ale than they did on the streets. There was information that Rumahs passed from one broker to the next that allowed the High King to keep his nation safe. It mattered not that the way he got it was unbecoming. Who would recognize him that didn't need to know him?<br><br>It mattered not, he seemed to always return to that saying. His skills with a pick nimbleness with tools and ability to take traps out successfully would help more than being a Becoming Ideal monk. Such a restriction to what he was would only hinder his growth as a person. At least that's what he believed. Then there was the god he followed. He was a spiritual guy based on one of the most martial of professions but his deity was that of magic. Chaos in all its splendor be it good or evil. He felt ready for the mission at hand and what he wasn't ready for he was sure he had some kind of implement to help him succeed.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>25-03-2015, 01:07:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/Comission_pixie_by_phantagrafie-d5g4wm2.jpg)</div><strong>Fjordel "Jord" Nym</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/14gyPcCiH11JjOvJ9ib7iYA4rLpHTOvpZD0W70-a7Djc/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jord gave a relieved sigh at the captain's words.&nbsp; It felt like the tension melted right out of him--and at least some of the room.&nbsp; He caught Jia's hand and gave it a squeeze, then turned to give her a smile.&nbsp; "I'm eager to get started," he offered.&nbsp; The faela did pause, releasing Jia's hand, long enough to grab a croissant and tear it in tow, offering half the delicate bun to Jia to nibble on as they went, hurrying to be done by the time they reached the king, but still deftly avoiding getting crumbs on his fine silk tunic.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As they continued, he took Jia's hand again and held it as long as she allowed.&nbsp; He glanced up at Rumahs, still not sure if he was looking at a beautiful boy in fine clothes or a particularly flat chested girl, but offered xim a smile.&nbsp; "I for one am glad to know we'll have such skills among us.&nbsp; Rumahs, right?&nbsp; Call me Jord.&nbsp; When we triumph, perhaps I'll make you a new robe for the victory party."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>25-03-2015, 01:17:45</strong>
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				It was time to go and Jia was happy to have the handsome Faela with her. When he shared the croissant she took it gratefully and munched as they hurried to the throne room. It was a flakey delicious thing and she was glad that Nyss had ordered it. It was with a nod of thanks she went past the Blanqua and considered him to be one of the obvious choices for a leader on the mission.<br><br>The room emptied out quickly as all seemed eager to get started. Sassy got up and nodded to the Captain. "I am sure we will be hard pressed on this quest. But I agree we have a fine crew. Who is to be leader?" she waited patiently as he considered. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Midwest Man</strong> on <strong>25-03-2015, 03:18:56</strong>
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				<strong>“Please come with me. The wards on the river are holding. It's banks have been evacuated, patrolled by regulars and militia alike. The spells that will make it possible to penetrate the mist cannot be cast over whole armies. It will take people like you to save this land.”</strong><br><br>Rel took the Captain's words to heart, glad that there were wards in place and patrols to protect his people. He inhaled deeply as the thought that these people around him were those who would find and defeat that which used the Onyx Mist as its messenger.<br><br>The tall ranger watched as the others left for the throne room. Reliat hesitated, standing beside the cleric Sassy. They would all be together for the protective spell, and he wondered who the captain thought might be a candidate for the group's leader.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>25-03-2015, 07:13:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/cosplay__elf_ducan_by_yuegene-d4q4lvw_zpsdeb3f09e.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Nys &amp; Olivia Vendatti</span><br>Blanqua Transmuter &amp; Raven Familiar (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1124844)<br>Tagging: The Captain, Jia<br><hr><br>Nys nodded at the report, brows furrowing slightly as he considered the various interpretations.&nbsp; The wards were holding; not well, though.&nbsp; The captain's words took it for granted that the defense would inevitably fail.&nbsp; Not news, Nys supposed, but ominous nonetheless.&nbsp; <br><br>He didn't respond with surprise, relief or dismay to be among those chosen; in truth he'd considered it a foregone conclusion the moment the notice was delivered to old Meg's.&nbsp; Nys wasn't a formal elf, nor one tolerant of belittling others for self aggrandizement, but neither did he lack a certain sense of ego, which Olivia often enjoyed pricking.&nbsp; <br><br>As they began to move after the Captain, Nys continued to quietly watch the others.&nbsp; He avoided anything so obvious as staring, but in such a tight space it was simple enough to listen in, to evaluate the strengths and failings of his companions.&nbsp; It would surely be an entertaining bunch, some half feral and others that seemed unlikely to have ever set foot outside of a city before.&nbsp; None seemed weak, however, although perhaps a couple hid their bravery quietly, even from themselves.&nbsp; Nys raised a brow slightly at the courtesan's outburst, stifling his grin as the boy showed backbone.&nbsp; Or perhaps only from others. <br><br>Olivia, on the other hand, was more subdued by the thought of imminent doom and the plight of the nation; until she spied the gilt chandeliers in the next hallway, that is.&nbsp; Her wings began to spread as she stared, mesmerized by the crystal beads suspended by fine wire below each enchanted orb.&nbsp; Nys merely raised a brow, stated a firm, "No," and returned Jia's smile with a friendly wink.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>25-03-2015, 08:16:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/5ba018be4bbbad06e1bc42bda50e3a7f/tumblr_nkm6c2THr51tk4029o9_r1_1280.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At the call to go out, Sariel stood, shifting her belt slightly. <strong>"Of course, captain..."</strong> her mouth was open for a moment as she realized something, pulling a slight grimace and clearing her throat. <strong>"If we are heading straight out... I... I will need someone's hand with my armor."</strong> No, <em>of course</em> she wasn't dressed to do battle while in the middle of the capital. That would be crazy. Plus it would mean having had her armor strapped on for a week of travel. The very thought!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OyabunKobold</strong> on <strong>25-03-2015, 20:18:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://safebooru.org//images/1182/2e6bdf90c467936785225add4e9880648a187e0c.png)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Rumahs Amaibrarvia Eyllisannia'aia</span></span></strong>, <em>Male Perida Elf Zen archer Quinggong monk 5</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=90617)<br>HP:34 (Current: 34)&nbsp; AC: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 15<br><strong>Fort</strong>:+4 <strong>Ref</strong>:+6 <strong>Will</strong>:+8<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Statistical info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Combat</strong>: CMB: +6, CMD: 24, Move: 40 ft<br><span class="bbc_u">Melee</span>: Unarmed Strike +6 (1d8+3, x2, Bludgeoning)<br><span class="bbc_u">Ranged</span>: Adaptive +1 Elven Warbow +7 (1d10+1+3+2, x3, 120ft, Piercing/Bludgeoning, 20 cold iron arrows/20alchemical silver arrows/20 blunt arrows)<br><strong>Buffs</strong>:<br><strong>-Innate</strong>:<br><strong>-Spells</strong>:<br><strong>-Potions</strong>:<br>&nbsp;<strong>Debuffs</strong>:</span></div></div><hr><br>Rumahs looked over at the woman and nodded a bit as he walked with the rest of the group. <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"If we are truly heading straight out Sariel I'll help you don your armor. I'm sure though that there are other things people need done before they go rushing off to combat the mist. Like you not everyone comes prepared to head straight out."</span> Smiling over to the little Faela he gave a slight bow. <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"The victory robes would be a wonderful gift after our success. We will have to endeavor to succeed so that such things can be made. Only thing I would ask is they be filled with hidden pockets and other such things. I'm carrying a good deal more than what appears."</span> Smiling a bit to prove his point he pulled out a wand seemingly from nowhere in his robes. Replacing it quickly before continuing he smiled and followed the captain closely.<br><br>It would seem their group had thinned greatly from what it started of the people who wanted to join. Fear gripped everyone's hearts even Rumahs' but he had to continue on. His Mama taught him early on in the business that being a Courtesan was not all fun and games and fancy parties. There were some truly disturbing things that happened. Things that as per the agreement put forth between the client and the Courtesan had to be fulfilled. It was definitely not something for the faint of heart. This was much the same. Death would be easy to come by if you so much as blinked wrong but if you knew where to look and kept a wary mind then you need not worry.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>27-03-2015, 01:46:05</strong>
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				As the group entered the throne room, Jia looked around and was surprised only the King and Queen were there. She was worried they would have to wait for Polonius. But it was not long and she heard the unmistakable&nbsp; tap of his staff on the floor as he came in behind them. <br><br>"What a fine group we have here Captain! My congratulations on sorting through them for us. As soon as the King has said his instructions, I will lead us outside to get the blessing and the protection. Please let me know now if you need more time. The spell only lasts for seventeen days. So you need to make the most of your time." His voice was deep and warm.<br><br>Sassy came to stand beside Rel. She gave a deep bow to the King and Queen. When all were standing in front of the King and quiet, he began.<br><br>"First, let me thank you all for taking on this task. I cannot stress how important it is that you succeed. The Ebon Mist has the power to transform any living creature to undead. I do not think I need to tell any of you how awful that would be. The sooner we nip this problem in the bud, the better all in the Kingdom will breathe. I have great confidence in all of you and I know you will do your best. There will be rewards of course. Not to mention great honor for serving the Elves, and quite possibly the world itself." Emortalis was somber, but still he was confident this party could do the job.<br><br>The Queen also smiled at the group and offered her own blessings. "As a Priestess of Artemia, I offer blessings to you all. May you have a safe journey and return unharmed."&nbsp; Lifting her hand she waved it over the group.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>27-03-2015, 23:47:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/cosplay__elf_ducan_by_yuegene-d4q4lvw_zpsdeb3f09e.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Nys &amp; Olivia Vendatti (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=224040.msg11009923#msg11009923)</span><br>Blanqua Transmuter &amp; Raven Familiar (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1124844)<br>Tagging: Sariel<br><hr><br>Nys eyed the tall, pale elf for a moment, raised a brow and replied in a dry, candid voice. "My dear, I'm rather sure nearly any of us would be delighted to assist with your state of undress."&nbsp; <br><br><div class="floatright">&nbsp; &nbsp;(https://fbcdn-sphotos-a-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-xaf1/t31.0-8/s960x960/291116_297171270294600_935507595_o.jpg)</div>The raven on his shoulder emitted a short caw that began as jealous rebuke and changed in tone to admitting agreement.&nbsp; She dropped from his shoulder, flickering in a moment to the form of a pretty girl, her eyes theatrically wide as she moved to touch Sariel.&nbsp; "Don't let the men near you!&nbsp; I'll do it!&nbsp; I'm very good with clothing."&nbsp; <br><br>Nys turned his look to Olivia.&nbsp; "Dearest, I quite literally can't recall a time you helped a pretty girl get <em>into</em> clothing.&nbsp; Do you have any experience with armor?"&nbsp; <br><br>Olivia shrugged. &nbsp;"There are...buckles?&nbsp; I'm very good with buckles."&nbsp; She turned a pouting look to Sariel.&nbsp; "You can punish me if I do badly!"&nbsp; <br><br>Clearing his throat in with a pointed look as they entered the throne room, Nys strode forward to sketch a deep, elegant bow.&nbsp; He wasn't entirely certain about monarchy - the lack of bloody competition for leadership seemed uncertain - but manners were vital.&nbsp; "Your graces, we are honored.&nbsp; Nor can we ask any greater honor than the safety of our people." &nbsp;That was foolishness, of course - there were all sorts of rewards that flashed through his merchant's mind as a matter of course - but this was no time to strike the best deal, even for him.&nbsp; Besides, there would hopefully be plenty of time to capitalize on the humility later.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>28-03-2015, 01:36:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/5ba018be4bbbad06e1bc42bda50e3a7f/tumblr_nkm6c2THr51tk4029o9_r1_1280.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She was smiling and about to answer Rumahs, when Nys and Olivia spoke up, bringing a scarlet flush to the paladin's face, all the way up to the tip of her pointed ears. Her lips press shut and she keeps whatever she was <em>going</em> to say to herself... Since they aren't headed to the field, it can wait anyway. The reaslization that she misheard that doesn't lessen the blush any.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;They entered the throne room, and immediately, Sariel went to her knees in respect before the monarchsher fingers fold closed and she crosses her hadns over her bosom, lowering her head in a bow. Now at least she has a reason beyond embarassment to keep her mouth shut; unless addressed by the king and queen, or by one of the others who needs her to speak on their behalf to the pair, she will not interrupt their proceedings.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Midwest Man</strong> on <strong>28-03-2015, 04:35:55</strong>
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				Reliat walked with the cleric to the throne room, and bowed before the monarchs. Then stepped back to listen to them, giving them the proper respect. His whole life had been to aid his people, to protect the kingdom, this mission was the epitome of what he stood and lived to be. <br><br>The ranger couldn't help thinking of having Jes here beside him, for the two of them to move together as one. His head turned to look down at Sazilial beside him. And he hoped the entire team would be what the King and kingdom needed to eradicate this ancient threat. <br><br>Being here inside the royal tree was more comforting than the waiting room. He looked around at the marvelous woodwork and results of extensive treesinging. There was a pride welling up within him of what his people were capable of doing; just as he was sure these people with him here were going to be capable of defeating the cause of the Onyx Mist.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OyabunKobold</strong> on <strong>31-03-2015, 08:01:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://safebooru.org//images/1182/2e6bdf90c467936785225add4e9880648a187e0c.png)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Rumahs Amaibrarvia Eyllisannia'aia</span></span></strong>, <em>Male Perida Elf Zen archer Quinggong monk 5</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=90617)<br>HP:34 (Current: 34)&nbsp; AC: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 15<br><strong>Fort</strong>:+4 <strong>Ref</strong>:+6 <strong>Will</strong>:+8<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Statistical info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Combat</strong>: CMB: +6, CMD: 24, Move: 40 ft<br><span class="bbc_u">Melee</span>: Unarmed Strike +6 (1d8+3, x2, Bludgeoning)<br><span class="bbc_u">Ranged</span>: Adaptive +1 Elven Warbow +7 (1d10+1+3+2, x3, 120ft, Piercing/Bludgeoning, 20 cold iron arrows/20alchemical silver arrows/20 blunt arrows)<br><strong>Buffs</strong>:<br><strong>-Innate</strong>:<br><strong>-Spells</strong>:<br><strong>-Potions</strong>:<br>&nbsp;<strong>Debuffs</strong>:</span></div></div><hr><br>Rumahs smiled as he waited patiently. His feet snapped together legs straight in a Standard show of attention. Holding such a pose as his liege lord and mistress spoke. Common respect told him to look the two in the eye. Show he was paying the utmost attention to them. Even as the high mage walked in he didn't move. They spoke of blessings and thanks for their daring contributions. Rumahs neither felt pride nor embarrassment for this. It was his duty to serve his Liege lord and the Queen High priestess despite his dark past. He was a changed elf now and he strove to keep such a change going. The high mage Held quite the position as well He was above Rumahs but not to the level his liege lord and lady were. So although he respected the man he wouldn't stand in such attention for him. Now all that awaited was for them to be dismissed so they would start their journey.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>31-03-2015, 09:42:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/Comission_pixie_by_phantagrafie-d5g4wm2.jpg)</div><strong>Fjordel "Jord" Nym</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/14gyPcCiH11JjOvJ9ib7iYA4rLpHTOvpZD0W70-a7Djc/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jord blinked when the raven first spoke, then took the form of an attractive young elfmiad.&nbsp; He grinned, jaw tightening a bit not to laugh aloud at the beautiful young paladin's expense.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In the throne room, the faela sank politely to one knee before the king and queen and inclined his head.&nbsp; When they were acknowledged her rose again and looked up at the tall and magnificent elves, paying close head to their words.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“He nodded gravely to the speech.&nbsp; After the queen's blessing the faela swooped a bow, “Majesty, with your blessing, how can we fail?”&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>31-03-2015, 11:11:41</strong>
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				Jia was proud to be beside Jord. She bowed low to the King and Queen. She knew this would be a very hard mission. She looked around at the others. "Who will lead us? Who can keep track of all the things we need to do and keep us all focused? Is anyone ready for that responsibility? I am to overwrought with grief from losing my friends. I am not a leader...who will do it?"<br><br>Sassy looked around. She had hoped the handsome Captain would come with them. But he was obviously going to have to stay in the city. "Someone who is used to leading. Who knows what to do?" She glanced at Reliat. Maybe he would volunteer? Or maybe the Blanqua noble? He seemed to have a quiet dignity, but a manner of authority. He might be the logical choice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>05-04-2015, 09:38:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/Comission_pixie_by_phantagrafie-d5g4wm2.jpg)</div><strong>Fjordel "Jord" Nym</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/14gyPcCiH11JjOvJ9ib7iYA4rLpHTOvpZD0W70-a7Djc/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After several thoughtful moments Jord spoke up.&nbsp; The little Faela's voice somehow more resonant and dignified than his size and playful race would allow.&nbsp; "I'd like to ask Lord Vendati to accept that responsibility.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The tailor turned to face the man not quite twice his height.&nbsp; "Nys, I haven't known you long, but I've already seen that you are compassionate, thoughtful and dignified.&nbsp; You've shown respect to those above and bellow you, and patience too.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"From the glance I caught of your application I understand you're a student of the college of transmutation?&nbsp; And I see you have the loyalty of a lovely and charming familiar.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"People often overlook the value of wizards in leadership rolls in martial matters.&nbsp; A wizard's education predisposes them to be skilled officers.&nbsp; Most importantly, more than any other profession, a wizard's place in battle is in the back ranks.&nbsp; This position gives you invaluable perspective on the battlefield."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>05-04-2015, 09:51:44</strong>
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				Jia nodded thoughtfully. "I believe Lord Vendati would make a good leader, if he will accept." She smiled at the Blanqua. Her hand almost absentmindedly went to capture Jord's hand and gave it a squeeze. She was glad her companions were getting along so well.<br><br>Sassy gave the white haired Lordling a measuring glance. He appeared to be humble yet capable. "I will accept the Blanqua as leader. I do hope we will have a smooth trip. The hour grows late. We should all decide and get our things together for the ride is not a short one, and danger awaits us."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>05-04-2015, 10:39:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/cosplay__elf_ducan_by_yuegene-d4q4lvw_zpsdeb3f09e.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Nys &amp; Olivia Vendatti (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=224040.msg11009923#msg11009923)</span><br>Blanqua Transmuter &amp; Raven Familiar (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1124844)<br>Tagging: Sariel, everyone generally<br><hr><br>Nys bowed his head politely in acknowledgement of the nominations.&nbsp; "As emissary of the Vendatti, I am honored to serve crown, nation and clan however I may."&nbsp; It was both humbly and honestly spoken, but also carefully worded, intentionally leaving unclear whether he was volunteering or accepting.&nbsp; "I am, indeed, passably skilled in the arcane arts, and I am so blessed with a beloved and ardent companion.&nbsp; But rarely so far back as all that, I dare say."&nbsp; He grinned at the thought of what Mother would do if he were ever saddled with a reputation for leading from the rear.&nbsp; Likely the swordsmistress would give him a few battle scars for credibility.&nbsp; <br><br>"It would be unkind to rob any of my fellow travelers of their chance to bid farewell to loved ones," he didn't state aloud that it might be for the final time, but it could be gleaned from the serious tone of his voice, "but once enchanted our time is limited, with much depending upon those few days.&nbsp; Let us leave an hour after; any may visit their kin or attend to sartorial errands," he winked at the paladin, "while I and any others who are readied can prepare our provisions, mounts and so forth."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Midwest Man</strong> on <strong>05-04-2015, 16:20:54</strong>
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				The choosing of a leader mattered not to the ranger. Quite honestly, he was relieved. He had seen Sassy glance his way as she looked over the candidates, yet Reliat knew he wasn't the one for the job. He was a lone wolf ranger from the deep surrounding woods, he didn't know nor care to lead anyone or anything. <br><br>His deep resonating voice was quiet, "My bow and skills are at the ready, and at your command when needed, Lord Vendati." Rel bowed slightly in the direction of the Blanqua. The tall ranger seemed more relaxed now that the position of leader was determined, and took an at-ease form of posture as he waited to move on with the journey.<br><br>He had come prepared to go at a moment's notice. If Nys meant there was an hour before they would leave, he would purchase a few more shafts and heads to take with him for this mission. Something told him an extra few dozen would come in handy. He did not look forward to seeing the twisted changed forms of beasts he had come to love and admire when they entered the mist. He also didn't relish putting them down, yet it would be merciful and humane to do so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OyabunKobold</strong> on <strong>06-04-2015, 04:46:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://safebooru.org//images/1182/2e6bdf90c467936785225add4e9880648a187e0c.png)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Rumahs Amaibrarvia Eyllisannia'aia</span></span></strong>, <em>Male Perida Elf Zen archer Quinggong monk 5</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=90617)<br>HP:34 (Current: 34)&nbsp; AC: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 15<br><strong>Fort</strong>:+4 <strong>Ref</strong>:+6 <strong>Will</strong>:+8<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Statistical info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Combat</strong>: CMB: +6, CMD: 24, Move: 40 ft<br><span class="bbc_u">Melee</span>: Unarmed Strike +6 (1d8+3, x2, Bludgeoning)<br><span class="bbc_u">Ranged</span>: Adaptive +1 Elven Warbow +7 (1d10+1+3+2, x3, 120ft, Piercing/Bludgeoning, 20 cold iron arrows/20alchemical silver arrows/20 blunt arrows)<br><strong>Buffs</strong>:<br><strong>-Innate</strong>:<br><strong>-Spells</strong>:<br><strong>-Potions</strong>:<br>&nbsp;<strong>Debuffs</strong>:</span></div></div><hr><br>Rumahs nodded as he heard the reasons behind making Nys their leader. Even more pleased he was when Nys accepted and was quite humble about the whole Ordeal. Being leader of their group meant all the Rewards would be shined upon him more than the rest. Leaders were remembered through their deeds and the deeds of those serving them. This was a double edged sword though as Nys would be shamed more than the rest of them if something went awry. <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"As is my Eyes and bow Lord Vendatti. I have Faith you'll be a just leader and bring much honor to your name and family."</span> He had already bid those who cared for him adieu. They knew that in the end they may never see him again. He might not make it through this safely but they trusted in him. He would not let that trust waver.<br><br>Staying to help prepare he looked to the arcane elf for leadership. Doing every one of his tasks that were asked to the best of his ability and then awaiting the others. He was quite anxious about the journey ahead. Such a Venture would do well to keep him on his toes his bow and fist ready.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>06-04-2015, 10:50:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/Comission_pixie_by_phantagrafie-d5g4wm2.jpg)</div><strong>Fjordel "Jord" Nym</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/14gyPcCiH11JjOvJ9ib7iYA4rLpHTOvpZD0W70-a7Djc/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jord offered Jia a quick hug, then stepped back, resting one hand on her shoulder.&nbsp; “I need to get ready,” he explained.&nbsp; “Is there anything I can do to help you first?”&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>06-04-2015, 11:25:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/5ba018be4bbbad06e1bc42bda50e3a7f/tumblr_nkm6c2THr51tk4029o9_r1_1280.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sariel rose from her kneeling position, since it seemed that the business was one with the monarchs. Part of her expected a little more pomp. But truly, she was rather relieved that there <em>wasn't</em>. After all, under all the sacred trimmings, behind the sword and divine magic, she <em>was</em> just a street urchin, really... wasn't she? She looked to Nys then, after she had risen.&nbsp; <strong>"If you wish, sir Vendatti, I will stand at your right; My sword and my knowledge are at your hand."</strong> The formal words sound somehow foreign in her mouth, and she suddenly feels stiff and wooden. And she doesn't have the shell of armor to blame for that. Maybe that's why...<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Assuming the king and queen dismiss them, Sariel... visibly relaxes and turns to Rumahs, offering the young man a smile.&nbsp; <strong>"Is there anything you need&nbsp; hand with, Rumahs? I figure it's only fair, if you're going to be volunteering as squire... even if only for a few moments, I should offer to help you as well."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>06-04-2015, 12:07:35</strong>
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				It was sweet of Jord to hug her, "Thank you so much. I am almost ready. I had better check and make sure I have enough food. I am not sure if anyone is packing their own or if someone is in charge of all of the food. Maybe I should ask Lord Vendatti. We need to be organized. Go ahead and get the things you need. I will meet you in the courtyard in an hour as he suggested." In a bit of daring she hoped he would like, she leaned to kiss his cheek. "I am glad you are coming with us."<br><br>Letting him go with a cheerful wave she turned to Nys Vendatti. "I hope you will call me Jia. I don't think we need to be all formal on this trip. Do we have someone designated to pack enough food for the trip? Maybe we should arrange for a small wagon or cart?" She was thinking of the time it would take to travel there and back.<br><br>"I know it took three days for the slow moving wagon I was on from the village near the ruins. We should be able to travel quicker if we have personal mounts. We have goats, they are quick and agile. We can't fly everywhere." she smiled at the Blanqua.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>06-04-2015, 12:29:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/Comission_pixie_by_phantagrafie-d5g4wm2.jpg)</div><strong>Fjordel "Jord" Nym</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/14gyPcCiH11JjOvJ9ib7iYA4rLpHTOvpZD0W70-a7Djc/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jord's eyes danced at Jia's gesture of affection.&nbsp; Warm tingles spread across his body at her lips grazing his cheek.&nbsp; <em>So soft.</em>&nbsp; He touched the place she'd kissed him, then smiled.&nbsp; "I will meet you in the courtyard.&nbsp; I have a bit of room in my enchanted pack to help carry food, and my goat is strong enough to travel with a few bags of beans in his saddlebags.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jord went to the stables.&nbsp; He said a quite prayer before unloading a sealed pot, a currycomb, a bowl of clean water, and his bow.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Whispering a prayer every few minutes, Jord stripped out of his fine silk outfit and carefully stashed it away in his enchanted bag.&nbsp; His tiny body bulged in places from the powerful build he maintained.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Without dressing he cleaned his bow, sword, and spear.&nbsp; Then he brushed down his goat—Clifftop--and oiled clifftop's saddle.&nbsp; Once clifftop was ready to ride, Jord cleaned himself carefully.&nbsp; “Gods of earth and sky,” he whispered.&nbsp; “I cleanse myself of worldly distraction and commend myself into your hands.&nbsp; Let my eyes stay sharp and my arrows keen.&nbsp; Aid me in keeping what is important close to my heart in days to come—my family, my loved ones, the security of my nation and the welfare of the innocent.&nbsp; Aid me in leaving aside that which will cloud my vision.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He poured the last of the water over his head to wash the soap away.&nbsp; “I cleanse myself of worldly distraction and commend myself into your hands.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then Jord applied several lines of green paint to his body.&nbsp; He donned his archery bracers with the copper bands, his breach loth and his boots, then his sword belt, quiver, and pack.&nbsp; Wearing nothing more, he lead his goat out into the courtyard.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Midwest Man</strong> on <strong>08-04-2015, 00:55:07</strong>
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				"Lord Vendatti, I have some skill in foraging in the wilds. I barely carry food with me while in the forest. I'm sure we will find all that we need before we reach the Onyx Mist." The ranger paused a moment, thinking. "We may find ourselves without wilderness feasts once inside the misted area. However, I don't know that more than a few days of food are really necessary."<br><br>Reliat moved away to look over the group and the journey they would be undertaking. He would do his best to protect each and every one of them, and that all would return.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>08-04-2015, 08:34:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/cosplay__elf_ducan_by_yuegene-d4q4lvw_zpsdeb3f09e.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Nys &amp; Olivia Vendatti (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=224040.msg11009923#msg11009923)</span><br>Blanqua Transmuter &amp; Raven Familiar (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1124844)<br>Tagging: Reliat, Rumahs, Sariel<br><hr><br>Nys took solemn leave of the monarchs, bowing again before backing away.&nbsp; Once in the hall outside he looked carefully over his comrades.&nbsp; The weight of responsibility hung heavier than other times he had been in command; he had led forays into the human lands, hunted ice drakes upon the glaciers, and fended dire wolves from the starving donkeys in the long mountain nights.&nbsp; He had seen friends die.&nbsp; Even as he looked around, he feared this journey far more dangerous than all before.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking from one elf to another, catching each of their eyes, he gave a short speech of introduction; enough to inform, not enough to bore.&nbsp; "Greetings and well met, all; if we haven't yet met, I am Nys Vendatti.&nbsp; Call me Nys, please; I'm a better caravan master than lordling, or so my sisters keep saying.&nbsp; We go forth for no less than the fate of the kingdom; we are capable, but we cannot afford the least falter.&nbsp; Never forget what we protect."&nbsp; They continued on to the blessing that would protect them, then he turned to the others.&nbsp; <br><br>"Reliat, yes?&nbsp; I do not doubt your skill, but as you say foraging within the mists could end badly, and we need to make haste reaching them.&nbsp; If things go ill, though, there may be need.&nbsp; Mounts, however, we cannot replace so easily once underway; you are no doubt used to finding a sturdy horse?&nbsp; Inspect those provided for us, ensure they are healthy, well trained and steady.&nbsp; We'll take a few spares, but not so many they would slow us down.&nbsp; If any complain, charge the beasts to the Vendatti coffers."&nbsp; He couldn't imagine the official stables refusing to outfit such a quest, but the obstinacy of bureaucrats never ceased to amaze him; which was saying something, as Nys could enjoy a quiet evening with wine, abacus and ledger book himself.&nbsp; <br><br>He turned to the boy - at least, Olivia had claimed he was male, and she was usually right about such things.&nbsp; "Rumahs, I thank you!&nbsp; I heard some small listing of your skills; such a past must favor a keen eye.&nbsp; Whatever evil arises will be expecting us, and shall move to stop our advance; if it's clever enough, it might strike before we begin.&nbsp; Pay attention to the servants, gawkers, even the nobles.&nbsp; Look over the cargo.&nbsp; If you see anything out of place, find any food or water suspect...well, better to take no chances.&nbsp; Sariel, if you could accompany him, I'm sure your own gifts may help as well."&nbsp; <br><br>"Jord, of course, go; and Jia, thank you.&nbsp; You seem to have made an impression on the besotted lad.&nbsp; No cart; hours are too precious.&nbsp; Reliat will bring goats and horses.&nbsp; Seventeen days of rations for each of us, and we'll hope to one day worry about the rest.&nbsp; There should be a baker delivering such to the kitchens soon."&nbsp; He leaned in slightly, conspiring.&nbsp; "See if you can liberate a couple bottles of something memorable for a toast before we enter the mist, would you?&nbsp; I imagine a cheer and a drink will do us good about then.&nbsp; Not too much.&nbsp; And my dear...I don't know if your friends can be recovered from the mist's change.&nbsp; But I promise we shall try."&nbsp; <br><br>Nys continued on in the same vein, directing each to where they would be needed best, overseeing this caravan as he had so many others before.&nbsp; The songs wouldn't laud the skill of assembling an expedition in an hour's time, perfectly balancing cargoes and planning the best route to avoid ambush, weather or poor roads, but without such little things the grand ones were impossible.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>12-04-2015, 02:15:00</strong>
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				It was very kind of Nys to mention her friends. It gave Jia a little hope, though fleeting, that they could be recovered. She hung her head a moment then looked back at him. "I thank you Lord Nys. Even if they are not recovered, I will do my best." she was about to walk away to do the things she had been assigned when she turned back with a smile flickering on her lips. <br><br>"You really think Jord likes me? I mean...he is kind to me and all...but does he really like me?" Hope shimmered in the tiny Faela's eyes. She really liked Jord. To think he might actually like her in return was enough to send squiggles of joy racing down her spine and making her wings flutter with excitement.<br><br>The cleric Sassy was busy getting her things together. She walked back to the Courtyard with a full backpack of supplies she felt might be needed. Bowing to the Blanqua she smiled. "I am ready, Lord Nys. The sooner we get going the sooner we can get to work on solving this problem."<br><br>She was dressed all in brown leather, with a cloak thrown over it with a hood that could shade her eyes. She carried a long staff. Her face was determined and she had great confidence in the party as they assembled.
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>15-04-2015, 03:09:05</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Polonius and a number of younger wizards lead them all into a tiled courtyard.&nbsp; Here they found an elaborate warding circle had been drawn on the floor in salt and powdered silver.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Polonius instructed them to guide their mounts carefully into the circle so as not to disturb the lines.&nbsp; Once they had all gathered around the arcmage and his assistants had fixed any smudges, Polonius chanted in a resonant voice that echoed like a great bronze bell.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The words were a poem—to those who could speak both the draconic language and that of the angels.&nbsp; Silver flames ignited the salt and silver, racing out along the ward in all direction, as if the flames were the brightest moonlight.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As the chanting swelled to a high point, then flames coiled around each of them and their mounts as well.&nbsp; Elaborate diagrams wove around them, including pictographs of celestial language, draconic claw marks, and simply symbols to invoke the attention of the gods...&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then the spell was done and there was nothing left of the beautiful diagram.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OyabunKobold</strong> on <strong>16-04-2015, 06:02:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://safebooru.org//images/1182/2e6bdf90c467936785225add4e9880648a187e0c.png)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Rumahs Amaibrarvia Eyllisannia'aia</span></span></strong>, <em>Male Perida Elf Zen archer Quinggong monk 5</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=90617)<br>HP:34 (Current: 34)&nbsp; AC: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 15<br><strong>Fort</strong>:+4 <strong>Ref</strong>:+6 <strong>Will</strong>:+8<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Statistical info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Combat</strong>: CMB: +6, CMD: 24, Move: 40 ft<br><span class="bbc_u">Melee</span>: Unarmed Strike +6 (1d8+3, x2, Bludgeoning)<br><span class="bbc_u">Ranged</span>: Adaptive +1 Elven Warbow +7 (1d10+1+3+2, x3, 120ft, Piercing/Bludgeoning, 20 cold iron arrows/20alchemical silver arrows/20 blunt arrows)<br><strong>Buffs</strong>:<br><strong>-Innate</strong>:<br><strong>-Spells</strong>:<br><strong>-Potions</strong>:<br>&nbsp;<strong>Debuffs</strong>:</span></div></div><hr><br>Bowing the elf went about his tasks going over each and every item in the cart. Meticulously he examined each box each tarp covered ingredient and food parcel only a couple of the items at hand met his gaze and was found wanting. Nothing Diabolical more they were things that would spoil quickly. Where they were going they didn't need to rely on rotten foo and Spoiled drink to get them through. As he did so he looked over at the Perida woman beside him helping him. <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"Sariel was it? What is it you hope to gain from this venture? Is it Fame? Fortune? Your name written in legend and tale? Everyone has a reason behind what they do. Some Try to say its a edict of the gods that they do what they do. Unfortunately I who believe in Nethys the all seeing eye knows that even then people do things because of their own wants. Their gods words may advise them but in the end that's what they are advice."</span> He smiled as he looked over the items listening to her response as he did and filing it away. After a while of going over everything he found his way back to Nys and nodded. <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"Everything checks out and that which didn't was removed Nys. Shall we await the others or do you have more tasks of me?"</span><br><br>In the end any more tasks that were needing done were finished sufficiently and quickly for the caravan leader's approval. Rumahs' Dutiful work and soft voice being the only thing to remind Nys that the boy was even there. He seemed to float about the area doing tasks but keeping out of notice. Not that he was hard to find when you wanted to more that he was easily passed over like it wasn't important to see what he was up to. Soon the group was back together and in time for Polonius to cast the rune upon them. He understood the Draconian speech but the angelic speech was beyond him. More a song than a spell the ritual made his body tingle and go numb slightly where the Magic energy wrapped around him. The Numbness was fleeting though as the runes and diagrams disappeared into their bodies. Magic Invigorating them and granting protection in its more primal form. Rumahs knew they were ready now. The only task left was to start out on their journey.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Rumahs rolled: 1d20, modifying each die by 14<br>Comment: Perception roll to Check on the quality of the goods we are taking<br>Result: 25,<br>Total: 25</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>19-04-2015, 10:13:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/Comission_pixie_by_phantagrafie-d5g4wm2.jpg)</div><strong>Fjordel "Jord" Nym</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/14gyPcCiH11JjOvJ9ib7iYA4rLpHTOvpZD0W70-a7Djc/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jord's looked about, eyes dancing in glee at the spell that was woven around them.&nbsp; &nbsp;A certain curios transformation had come over him when he doffed his fine doublet and donned his war paint and breach cloth.&nbsp; &nbsp;Contrary to what one might think of a man who'd just performed a ritual to put aside superficial distractions and focus on his goal--Jord's eyes laughed and danced.&nbsp; He drank in everything with new found abandon, giving Jia a wide grin and catching her hand to give it a squeeze with the hand that wasn't guiding his ram.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It didn't make him more grave or serious, it redoubled his desire to freely savor all life had to offer.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It made him more Faela!&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Fantastic," the young sorcerer whispered when the incantation faded.&nbsp; "Truly a spell of legendary might.&nbsp; Thank you, Lord Polonius."&nbsp; he flashed Jia a fresh grin, then shared it with the others.&nbsp; "I hope to one day wield such arcane might, even if it takes me many centuries."&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Are we ready to begin?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>19-04-2015, 10:16:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/Hell_hound_by_azany-d58f65o.jpg)</div><strong>Elsewhere:&nbsp; </strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The great pack of russet or grey furred hounds loped through the woods, more swelling their ranks with every hour.&nbsp; They feral seeming hounds had a lean and hungry look to them, ribs showing too various degrees in all of them.&nbsp; They stank of brimstone and left smoking footprints in the grass.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>19-04-2015, 10:21:14</strong>
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				Jia was nervous, she had never had anything like this done to her. She trusted Polonius, and knew he was the best. One did not get to be Arch Mage without being the top of the field. His assistants knew what they were doing as well. She held the reins of her goat and held him to he would not jump around. She glanced at Jord and grinned. He looked so handsome!!<br><br>As the silver flames surrounded them, she felt the tingle and the magic as it settled into her. The others seemed to have a similar reaction. The animals only shifted around a bit, none of them bolted. When it died down she grinned and turned to Polonius. "Thank you, Arch Mage Polonius. I am certain we are well protected. Now we can get this quest started!"<br><br>Sassy smiled and nodded at the skill of the mages. "I am ready to go. Nice work, Arch Mage. I am ready as well." She looked over at Rel. He seemed to be taking all of this in stride, his calm steadied the rest of them. He was going to be a big help.<br><br>The Blanqua leading them seemed happy that they were all ready. They filed out of the courtyard and headed to the city Gates. Several of the Elves who knew where they were going lined the street and called thanks out to the party. They all knew the danger the group was going into. <br><br>Rel took point and led them towards the distant village, a days travel away. Sassy thought they would probably camp out in the old village if it had not been attacked, it would be their base. The ruins were only a few hours walk from the village. The river separated the village from the ancient troll stomping grounds and wards were set up to keep the undead away. They had yet to see if the wards still held.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>19-04-2015, 11:38:41</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Between the saddlebags of their mighty mounts and the magical containers many of them possessed, it proved a simple enough matter to carry along two and a half weeks of food and feed.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For the rest of that day, they made a hard but steady pace through woods still untouched by the cursed mist.&nbsp; Though a mortal man might find the forests daunting and primeval, to elven eyes much of the region was tamed—even cultivated.&nbsp; The road they road down was a wide patch of short grass.&nbsp; Normally such elf-trails showed little sign of passage, but with thousands upon thousands of refugees making their way to the capitol, the grass was trampled badly, muddy and slick in places, brown and wilted in a few others, still healthy and sturdy in more.&nbsp; They passed subtly grown houses and watchtowers high in the boughs of trees.&nbsp; Beans and squash, or berry bushes rounded those trees.&nbsp; More than one seemingly wild patch of forest would be shown on closer inspection to be an orchard, a pecan grove, or simply a crowded with an abundance of honey bees or fat, lazy locust easily snatched up for a light snack.&nbsp; Birds snag, then quite, then sang again as they past.&nbsp; Squirrels chattered and scolded.&nbsp; Most of the larger game had bounded away, though on one opportunity a few great spiders eyed them hungrily only to scuttle away when the elves bent back their bows.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Rounding one bend, a pack of great yellow-brown hounds watched them from up ahead.&nbsp; Jamatheil's eyes widened as he recognized the noble and powerfully magical beasts.&nbsp; “Phase hounds,” eh whispered.&nbsp; &nbsp;“I...” he looked about, “I could never master their language, and they can't articulate ours.&nbsp; Can anyone...?”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The largest of the pack stalked forwards along with a sleek female with silky, cream colored fur.&nbsp; The second gave out a series of complicated barks and growls, then, having attempted to deliver their message, they all vanished in a flicker of light and shadow.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That night, they reached a village on the River of Shields.&nbsp; Looking across its great silver length, they beheld the ebon mist rolling out against the river to be pushed back by an unseen force.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Nyss</div><div class="spoiler_body">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nys could explain that the River of Shields is a natural ley-line, a place where the world's ambient magic flows regularly through the world.&nbsp; The ancient magi who gave it it's name have anchored powerful wards against supernatural evil in these shields.&nbsp; It is very difficult for undead, fiends from the Abyss or Nine Hells, or profane magic to cross while the river flows strong.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But in times of drought, or when a mud flow clogs the river, or otherwise something impedes the steady motion of the water, the wards can temporarily weaken.</div></div>&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That night, the party took shelter in the high boughs of the trees, in a great meeting hall grown from the living wood of a vast oak.&nbsp; With the river of shields protecting them, 90 feet off of the ground, with few entrances, they decided they could comfortably set single watches, ensuring that everyone got plenty of rest. Their mounts pawed the ground nervously on the right side of the meeting house—still uncomfortable from being winched up into the shelter with a cunning machine Reliat found after scaling the tree.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>19-04-2015, 12:05:18</strong>
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				The night was strange indeed. Sassy took one watch and walked along the balcony and gazed down below. The night was misty by nature now, and she could not even see the ground below. She could see faintly by moonlight the roiling mist on the other side of the river. It met with the wards and coiled back. On the whisper of the wind she heard cries and growls, and moans that seemed to come from the grave. <br><br>&nbsp;Then she heard them, whining and growling at the base of the tree. Hellhounds!! They could not climb the trees, thank goodness. But the rotting stench of brimstone and sulfur reached her sensitive nose. She bent her head to pray. <br><br>Reliat joined her at the balcony. "What are they doing here? I have not seen their like in many years. Should we wake the others?"<br><br>Sassy shook her head. "They cannot reach us, but I can send them away from the town. Let's see if this shines some light on the ground. I am not sure how many there are. The fog is so thick."<br><br>Reaching into her deep faith, Sassy casts a beam of pure heavenly light down to the ground, attempting to scare or kill whatever is below them.<br><br>(Cast-Searing Light)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>19-04-2015, 12:15:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/Hell_hound_by_azany-d58f65o.jpg)</div><strong>Elsewhere:&nbsp; </strong><br><br>In the pale moonlight, Sassy held the golden glow on her hand 'til at last she could make out a grey furred hound the size of a pony scrambling and clawing up the trunk of the tree, high enough that she could get a clear look at it through the mist.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sassy unleashed the ray of heavenly light.&nbsp; It stabbed into the hell hound’s shoulder and raked it's way down the devil's back.&nbsp; Bleeding acidic blood and yelping in pain, the devil dropped back down into the mist and linked out of sight.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For a few moments, the devils growled and snarled to one another in their rumbling dialect of the Infernal language.&nbsp; Then they could be heard loping away into the mist...&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sally deals 13 damage to a hell hound.&nbsp; How auspicious!&nbsp; </div></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>19-04-2015, 14:14:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/5ba018be4bbbad06e1bc42bda50e3a7f/tumblr_nkm6c2THr51tk4029o9_r1_1280.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She gave Rumahs a curious look at his question, and considered it quietly for a moment. A smile tilts her lips. <strong>"It is not an edict from the gods. What time is there for a deity that commands, or threatens?"</strong> She lifted her brows, reaching up to sweep some stray blonde hair from them. <strong>"I don't suppose I would complain about fame, though I don't think I have much need for fortune."</strong> She falls quiet again, thinking it over. In fact, maybe he thought she had dismissed the question, as the spell was woven around them and they took to their mounts. even as he helped her with her armor, though <em>that</em> may have been due to embarrassment.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;However, as th sun was descending... <strong>"I didn't grow up in this armor, you know. I wasn't born into privilege or wealth or power. Quite... quite the opposite, actually."</strong> her fingers trail through the fur on her fox's head as she speaks. <strong>"I have seen what people</strong> do in desperation. I know, firsthand - My sword may carry a blessing, but I'm not a saint nor an innocent, myself." She turned her eyes to the monk. <strong>"I want people around me to live well. I want to make sure that I do what I can to keep others from having to go down those roads.And..."</strong> she shrugged, the steel of her armor creaking slightly as she does. <strong>"With no power to my word, and no gold in my pockets, I suppose it is the strength of my arm that has to bear that fruit."</strong> She pulled up shortly at the sight of the mist beyond the river, breath catching.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"Lords of field and sea,"</strong> she whispered at the sight, shivering.<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She had been sleeping lightly - dozing really - when the noise of the hounds and Sassy's spell started her awake. She didn't know what was happening, only that something was. She rose, taking up her sword in its scabbard as she hurried to the cleric's side. <strong>"What happens?" </strong><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Initiative</div><div class="spoiler_body">20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=74677)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OyabunKobold</strong> on <strong>19-04-2015, 18:35:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://safebooru.org//images/1182/2e6bdf90c467936785225add4e9880648a187e0c.png)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Rumahs Amaibrarvia Eyllisannia'aia</span></span></strong>, <em>Male Perida Elf Zen archer Quinggong monk 5</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=90617)<br>HP:34 (Current: 34)&nbsp; AC: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 15<br><strong>Fort</strong>:+4 <strong>Ref</strong>:+6 <strong>Will</strong>:+8<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Statistical info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Combat</strong>: CMB: +6, CMD: 24, Move: 40 ft<br><span class="bbc_u">Melee</span>: Unarmed Strike +6 (1d8+3, x2, Bludgeoning)<br><span class="bbc_u">Ranged</span>: Adaptive +1 Elven Warbow +7 (1d10+1+3+2, x3, 120ft, Piercing/Bludgeoning, 20 cold iron arrows/20alchemical silver arrows/20 blunt arrows)<br><strong>Buffs</strong>:<br><strong>-Innate</strong>:<br><strong>-Spells</strong>:<br><strong>-Potions</strong>:<br>&nbsp;<strong>Debuffs</strong>:</span></div></div><hr><br>The Journey was uneventful and yet Rumahs stayed silent. His vision always moving about as he kept pace with the others. Sariel's armor cumbersome for her was helped into. Rumahs could see why she would not wear it constantly and smiled as his fingers brushed her sides while securing the latches. Her embarrassed reactions to his helping her were amusing though he took no liberties to shy her away from it. Doing his duty he made sure all was in order before they set out. A rather nice ride as they approached the river and the call of Phase hounds was sounded out Rumahs shook his head in the negative. He knew not the language of the beasts intelligent as they may be.&nbsp; The river though he had heard much about in his time.<br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"Such a wondrous artifact of the past don't you all think? This river in its strongest moments is better than any ward or protection against those Dead Daemonic or even evil in spell itself. It keeps the village safe unless the time of Rain has passed. Weakened with the throes of nature as many things in life are for nature itself is a unwieldy being that no man nor woman can say commands."</span> Looking over at Sariel he nodded at her assessment of what she wanted. A noble cause that brought a smile along his face. <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"You shall be like the river then Sariel? Protecting those in its power but when the world around you wanes you yourself cannot yet carry it on your shoulders. None of us can really. We are but minnows in the pond for now Strong as we may all be."</span><br><br>That night when the hounds attacked Rumahs had been awake his bow trained on them with a cold iron arrow already cocked in its cradle. His eyes scanning his ears waiting. He knew they were not gone and the smell of brimstone was not something he enjoyed to keep around. <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"Hold yourselves ready for another attack. They're out there waiting. Ambush predators from the infernal planes intelligent too. They will wait till our guard is lax and attack again."</span> Even as he spoke his voice hardly a whisper he searched the area thoroughly. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Rumahs rolled: 1d20, modifying each die by 8<br>Comment: Knowledge History on the river<br>Result: 20,<br>Total: 20<br><br>Roll Result: Rumahs rolled: 1d20, modifying each die by 2<br>Comment: Initiative<br>Result: 16,<br>Total: 16<br><br>Roll Result: Rumahs rolled: 1d20, modifying each die by 14<br>Comment: Perception to find the hounds in the mist<br>Result: 31,<br>Total: 31</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>21-04-2015, 11:11:15</strong>
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				Jia was a light sleeper, and hearing the slight commotion, she got up from her nest close to Jord and grabbed her bow. Fluttering her way to the balcony she peered down into the ground fog. She could see shapes moving far below. Nothing was clear enough to shoot however. "We need some light down there. Anyone have a torch? The ground below is safe enough to toss one down, I think. Or I could fly one down to just above them maybe. I am pretty sure I can stay out of reach of them long enough to take a torch down and then fly back up." <br><br>Reliat cleared his throat. "I won't have you risk yourself, little one. Let's see if I can coax those thorn bushes to give us a little protection." He began singing in a low tenor voice. The thorn bushes planted in a hedge to guard the vegetable gardens began stirring. <br><br>Jia was indignant. "I am not helpless, I can carry a torch and light up the ground below us for the archers to send more arrows down. We don't want to let them think we are afraid. But we don't want to go down there either. Not unless we all go and teach them a lesson!" she grinned. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>21-04-2015, 11:50:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/Comission_pixie_by_phantagrafie-d5g4wm2.jpg)</div><strong>Fjordel "Jord" Nym</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/14gyPcCiH11JjOvJ9ib7iYA4rLpHTOvpZD0W70-a7Djc/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The hell hounds that roused them in the dead dark hours after midnight were not seen again by the time down chased the healthy mist off of the River of Shields away.&nbsp; They could find paw prints scorched into the ground bellow, though.&nbsp; A half a dozen of the infernal hounds had loped up and down along the river, then circled the tree in which they slept a few times, then gone tearing off back the way they'd came.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jord fluttered down to observe the tracks, then the ebon mist looming across the river, then back at the tracks.&nbsp; “This bodes ill,” he scowled, crouching by a print and leaning on his four foot long spear.&nbsp; “The Ebon Mist with it's undead on one side of the river, fiends out of Hell itself on the other.&nbsp; What are they doing here?”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The faela shrugged and looked over at the bridge.&nbsp; “We can't let them delay us.&nbsp; I have four magical talismans that I can use to deliver a message.&nbsp; Each will only work once.&nbsp; Should I report this to Polonius before we continue?”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He glanced at the bridge, pondering his arcane lore.&nbsp; He chanted softly, forming warding signs with his hands.&nbsp; Silvery light swirled up around his body, conformed to his contours, and vanished.&nbsp; “I'm ready to brave the ebon mist.”&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>22-04-2015, 06:39:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/cosplay__elf_ducan_by_yuegene-d4q4lvw_zpsdeb3f09e.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Nys &amp; Olivia Vendatti (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=224040.msg11009923#msg11009923)</span><br>Blanqua Transmuter &amp; Raven Familiar (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1124844)<br>Tagging: Reliat, Rumahs, Sariel<br><hr><br>Nys spent the journey getting to know his fellow companions; even with a swift pace there was plenty of time for conversation, and the blanqua never lacked a story.&nbsp; Whether tragic or noble, all contained a heavy dose of humor and most ended with new friends and pleasant intoxication.&nbsp; Olivia spent most of the days on wings, fluttering through the branches in search of morsels, treasures or playmates.&nbsp; <br><br>The night the hellhounds found him he was awake as usual, energized by magic.&nbsp; Despite his casual lightheartedness he kept watch carefully.&nbsp; The party - and the fate of so many others - weighed heavily.&nbsp; He was on his feet quickly following the brilliant beam of burning light and scowled as the hellhounds fled.&nbsp; He held the others back, though, and shook his head later at Jord's question of a message.&nbsp; "No; there are patrols here keeping careful watch on the wards, they're likely more aware of things than we are.&nbsp; It's what lies within the mists that only we will see.&nbsp; Be wary - watch for ambush and don't trifle with anything that seems unusual, even if you think it's harmless.&nbsp; If danger strikes...<em>when</em> danger strikes, we must keep together."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Midwest Man</strong> on <strong>25-04-2015, 07:46:46</strong>
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				Reliat's soft deep voice quieted the steeds that were up higher than they normally would have been. He turned his attention back to the cleric, Sassy. He couldn't help smiling at her, she was brave to have cast the light spell down amongst the hounds. Though he had an inkling that these were no simple beasts of his forest, but something dreadful and unnatural to him, Rel remained cautious.. <br><br>The goats seemed more at peace, and he laid hands on the horses as he sang a quiet song to calm them and insure their safety. Of course the faint smell of brimstone wafting up from down below on the breeze made it a bit more difficult. He longed to slip down and let fly a few arrows to thin out the small pack of these damned beasts, but he also knew such a strategy would only excite&nbsp; them, and make them more dangerous.<br><br>Morning came and they moved away towards the mist, Rel ever watchful for a reappearance of the hounds or anything else that might raise it's ugly head in a threatening manner. The tall black stallion he rode seemed at ease with the ranger on his back, and Rel hoped that the horse would prove his mettle in combat if it should arise.<br><br>The ranger found his gaze slipping towards the priest on occasion, and tried to force her from his mind. Those kind of thoughts would only distract him, and the last thing the party needed was a distraction to one who protected them. Still, she did have nice eyes, and a gentle smile, he thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>25-04-2015, 23:46:16</strong>
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				Jia wakes after a fitful nap and checks to see all are ready for the entrance into the Ebon Mist. Checking her bow and arrows are ready, she puts her armor on and gathers with the others in the small common room to break her fast. Sipping tea she wonders if the others feel as spooked by the hellhounds as she does.<br><br>"Jord, have you ever seen such creepy hounds before? They scare me. I wonder if our arrows will even hurt them? Maybe some kind of enchanted arrows? I have no experience fighting them." She hopes he has some answers.<br><br>Sassy nodded to Reliat and spoke softly. "I am certain we will meet them again. The Light only sent them on their way. If they went into the Ebon Mist they will be just as vulnerable to the Light as the Undead. Stay alert and listen to our leader. Perhaps he has a marching order for us? Who will lead and who will bring up the rear to watch behind us?"<br><br>She turns to Nys, hoping he will bring some order to their march. They need to be prepared for almost anything. "I am ready, Lord Nys. Once all have eaten and are prepared we should go before the hellhounds come back."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Midwest Man</strong> on <strong>27-04-2015, 04:54:52</strong>
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				Breakfast was a light affair of tea, and jerky, the ranger didn't want to be laden with a heavy meal on his stomach as they would be entering the mist today. His thoughts were on the Jia and what they might see within this mist. There was a possibility that her friends would appear, only they would be twisted by the strange changes the mist might cause. Undead or not, they would be abominations.<br><br>He moved over to the diminutive elf, and knelt down, "Jia," he spoke quietly, "are you prepared to see your friends within the mists...after they have been there for a several hours? I only ask to let you be aware they could appear. It would be a shock to anyone's system." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>27-04-2015, 05:15:13</strong>
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				The tall Grenida ranger was similar to the one that rescued her earlier when she fled the Mist. Jia looked to him solemnly. "I know they are in there, what has become of them I do not know. From what Polonius told me...they will not be what they were." she swallowed hard. <br><br>The thought of seeing them again both frightened her and saddened her.&nbsp; "They are not going to know me or that I have come to avenge them. I do this in memory of who they were. I would give them rest if I could. If...if you can...do not hesitate to put them down. Their spirits will thank you, and I will as well." she said softly.<br><br>The Priestess nodded as she overheard Jia. "It is my experience with the Undead. They do not know who they are anymore. They are mindless monsters with no thoughts but to ravage and kill. It will be a kindness to their spirits indeed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>27-04-2015, 19:54:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/cosplay__elf_ducan_by_yuegene-d4q4lvw_zpsdeb3f09e.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Nys &amp; Olivia Vendatti (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=224040.msg11009923#msg11009923)</span><br>Blanqua Transmuter &amp; Raven Familiar (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1124844)<br>Tagging: Reliat, Rumahs, Sariel<br><hr><br>"I have magic, if that's needed to slay the foul things.&nbsp; If it comes to that, just keep the mounts safe and hold the creatures back as best you can - a blade or spear will keep them back even if won't pierce their hide.&nbsp; And those of you with wings find us a way out and watch our backs."&nbsp; He scowled a bit, realizing magical weapons were something he should have considered before heading out.&nbsp; With his own abilities it wasn't something he often considered, nor a problem he'd often encountered in any case.&nbsp; No use dwelling on it, however.&nbsp; Nor on the spectre of seeing lost friends attacking from the mists.&nbsp; "Let's head out; I'd rather not wait for those things to return."&nbsp; <br><br>Once camp was broken, he organized the small band into a more defensible arrangement and took the vanguard himself.&nbsp; With a final, deep sigh, his heels touched the horse's flanks and he moved across the river at the front of the group; his place in battle may not be in reach of the enemy's blade, but here was certainly a place he could lead from the front to encourage the others.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>01-05-2015, 08:54:33</strong>
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				Jia mounted her goat and set off after the leader, riding beside Jord on his goat. She was nervous, but confident they would be safe with the protection of the mage Polonius and the blessings of the Queen herself. She glanced at Jord and gave him a smile. "I am glad we are together on this. I feel like we are destined for success."<br><br>The rest of the party was strung out behind them, with the ranger Reliat bringing up the rear to watch in case of an attack from that quarter. The paladin in the center with her shield shining in the sun, until the Ebon Mist roiled up to swallow them as soon as they crossed the bridge. <br><br>It was as if it was waiting for a chance to strike. The air charged with tension and smelled of death. Strange shapes moved in the distance, and sounds of deadened footfalls seemed to echo in the fog. Moans and groans surrounded them, but the shapes did not come nearer. Perhaps the spell the mage had cast was working as intended.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>08-05-2015, 15:20:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/Comission_pixie_by_phantagrafie-d5g4wm2.jpg)</div><strong>Fjordel "Jord" Nym</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/14gyPcCiH11JjOvJ9ib7iYA4rLpHTOvpZD0W70-a7Djc/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jord shivered as they road past vague shapes off of the road, the fog hinted at a herd of deer reduced to bones, but still standing, staring with red points of light.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"This is a foul mist indeed," he whispered, holding his spear at the ready, but none of the animals seemed inclined to do more than watch them.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After many hours. a small tributary of The Rolling River could be heard up ahead.&nbsp; Through the swirls of the ebon mist, they could make out a white stone bidge across this river's length.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkness under the Boughs-Pathfinder-IC (please keep posts IC!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OyabunKobold</strong> on <strong>16-05-2015, 04:46:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://safebooru.org//images/1182/2e6bdf90c467936785225add4e9880648a187e0c.png)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Rumahs Amaibrarvia Eyllisannia'aia</span></span></strong>, <em>Male Perida Elf Zen archer Quinggong monk 5</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=90617)<br>HP:34 (Current: 34)&nbsp; AC: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 15<br><strong>Fort</strong>:+4 <strong>Ref</strong>:+6 <strong>Will</strong>:+8<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Statistical info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Combat</strong>: CMB: +6, CMD: 24, Move: 40 ft<br><span class="bbc_u">Melee</span>: Unarmed Strike +6 (1d8+3, x2, Bludgeoning)<br><span class="bbc_u">Ranged</span>: Adaptive +1 Elven Warbow +7 (1d10+1+3+2, x3, 120ft, Piercing/Bludgeoning, 20 cold iron arrows/20alchemical silver arrows/20 blunt arrows)<br><strong>Buffs</strong>:<br><strong>-Innate</strong>:<br><strong>-Spells</strong>:<br><strong>-Potions</strong>:<br>&nbsp;<strong>Debuffs</strong>:</span></div></div><hr><br>Watching the man break out into song as the thorny bushes come to life to help ward off the infernal beasts Rumahs kept his arrows trained. It wasn't until he was sure that the wolves had left that he relaxed his grip slightly. Rumahs Slept lightly that night a arrow ready and across his lap. If they were to be snuck up on again then he would wake quickly and fire off a shot at the intruder. The next day the talk of hell and undead made Rumahs frown but stay silent. He couldn't really imagine which was worse right now and everyone's nerves were on edge from last night. He would be more inclined though to say the undead. Less intelligent and more likely to stick around to die than the wolves hearing the small Feala speak of being ready Rumahs nodded and followed still keeping quiet.<br><br>He was scanning the mists for someone or something to leap out and strike though he knew there would be none. The undead that inhabited the mists would most likely be shambling. Or at the very least come at them straight. They wouldn't have the intellect to ambush the group like some predator it just wasn't in their nature. Hearing Jia Speak of the "Creepy hounds" made him smile. They were indeed resilient but not to the arrows of the world more to the elements. The light breakfast was a somber affair having little word spoken as the continued to trek on. The mood turned even more somber as talk of those lost started. Rumahs knew it would be trying on Jia to see her friends and the beast they had become and agreed that they be destroyed. He was worried what else they might find too as his eyes kept alight around them. <br><br>The mist obscured his vision far more than he would have liked but even he saw the figures in the mist the shadows that passed by on occasion. They were being hunted but by who or what Rumahs could not say. Maybe it was just illusions or maybe it was ghastly shades.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Rumahs rolled: 1d20, modifying each die by 14<br>Comment: Perception<br>Result: 21,<br>Total: 21</div></div>
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