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				Title: <strong>Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 23:31:46</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;You come slowly too, becoming aware of sounds, smells and sensations. You are lying face down on a stone floor, cold because you are naked. There is the sound of seabirds and waves crashing against rocks, the smell of the sea and of burnt flesh.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Rolling over and opening your eyes you can see that you are in a ruined room, laying inside a circle etched into the stone flags. There is a post in the middle of the circle on which stands a cracked crystal the size of a very large egg.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Moans and movement attract your attention and you can see other naked figures stirring inside the circle. Outside the circle you can see the blackened burnt remains of a figure, hard to tell much more as it has been so badly burnt.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As your eyes wander the room you can see that there are on the north side of the room stairs going up and down. The ones going up lead to a trapdoor. There is a large crack in the western wall which gives a clue as to why the building you are in was abandoned.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Through arrow slits in the walls you can see daylight coming in.<br><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A feeling of soreness brings your attention to your left forearm. Seemingly etched into the skin are a series of silver symbols, a shield with an axe across it, a wolf’s head, a ship and a dagger.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 02:40:39</strong>
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				Talion's head throbbed almost as much as her arm. Her nudity didn't bother her...but good gods...what the hell was that laying next to her?&nbsp; That had to be, quite honestly, the ugliest, most torn up and sewn together woman she had ever seen. At least she thought that it had been female....maybe...at one time...&nbsp; She was human, so who knew? She brushed her blonde locks out of her eyes (damn... even the leather tie holding her hair into a braid was missing.&nbsp; She'd never get the tangles out!) and looked at the symbols carved into her arm. A frown creased her brow. Who. Did. This. and why?&nbsp; They would pay. Nobody carved her up without her consent.&nbsp; Even if the silver did match her eyes.<br><br>Quilla moaned as she rolled over, every muscle in her body protesting, and...oh dear!&nbsp; She was nekkid! She quickly pulled her dark hair forward to cover her breasts as much as possible, and reached to cover herself further. She froze in place when she noticed the markings on her arm, and her head swivelled around as she heard movement from somewhere else in the room. The blonde elf was sitting up and curling her lip a little at the poor abused woman lying between them. She hesitated, not wanting others to see her body and wishing she had something to cover with, but the woman might be injured and in need of healing.&nbsp; She crawled to her, her nose wrinkling slightly at the smell of alcohol and cigarettes coming off the woman. She seemed to be breathing easy enough, and Quilla was hesistant to shake her to see if she woke.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 09:18:06</strong>
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				“Arse…fackin’ wank…what the fack I ‘ave more than a bastard be’ind the eyes.&nbsp; &nbsp;Did sam facker spike me bleedin’ drink….they can fack off I ‘ave ‘ad the Kings shillin’ and I aint doin’ no more…”&nbsp; The woman burped loudly and then coughed.<br><br>“Fack... I fink samthing shat in me mouf .” There was another cough and a splutter&nbsp; which was followed by more muttering most of which obscenities. Right up until this time Storm had not realised she was naked. Now she began to see this was this was not a normal wake up call. Yet this woman was not altogether normal. <br><br>She then squinted and rolled over. “Wake me ap next blaady week... Or when yea ‘ave a glass of the ‘ard stuff.”&nbsp; Naked or not did not matter the temperature did.&nbsp; “Shat the blaady door its fackin’… cold, were ya born in a barn?" She put her hands over her head and continued muttering to herself. Obviously this woman was not one of the most social of creatures.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 17:02:30</strong>
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				There <em>is</em> no door, you drunken sot Talion snapped. Just a cold empty room.&nbsp; I don't know about you two, but I'm all for finding a way out, since I have no idea how I got in.<br><br>Yes Quilla agreed, her voice much softer and gentler than the blonde elf's. Clothing would be nice, or even a blanket. Something to cover with, she added quietly with a blush. Are you injured? she asked the battered woman on the floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 22:03:16</strong>
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				Storm sat up and burped again, she was not worried about being naked; hell she had spent time in barracks and foxholes and camped with her unit. Fack in the army one did not even get to piss on privately. However someone had taken her grog. Her own special recipe and that to say it politely did not please her.<br><br>Her grey eyes hardened and became cold as she turned to the elf. “Fer facks sake rabbit if I were drunk I would not have this bastard of a headache.” Anyone close could feel her anger…”They stole me bloody grog…they stole me baccy…bastards.”&nbsp; The woman coughed and spat up something rotten onto the floor a little close to Quilla, it certainly did not look healthy.<br><br>Her attentions were then on the young woman. “Sorry abaat vat Princess. As for being injured ‘part from the bastard behind the eyes I have ‘ad worse. Don’t worry that pretty ‘ead, about it. There was another cough “and for the facks sake we are all fackin’ women we ‘ave tits and bits.”&nbsp; She shook her head at the two women as she tried to stand.<br><br>This woman was certainly a mess, many scars covered her body, it was a surprise she had survived.<br><br>“Well its time ta find me grog…” When she stood the way Storm held her self was a little different to one might expect, the way a Lady might…. “By the way yeah can call me Storm.” After looking about for an improvised weapon the woman looked to the others her whole presence was different. “If we want ta get out we need ta defend ourselves…” <br><br>Even with a hangover from the abyss this woman appeared to know how to look after herself.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 02:35:20</strong>
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				I am Quilla the little cleric said softly, standing shyly and trying to keep herself as covered as possible. We should find our belongings...clothes and weapons, my bag...<br><br>My spell components and book the blonde elf put in. I'm Talion, by the way she told them, unashamedly walking around. Up is a trap door. I think down would be our best bet.<br><br>What do you think these markings on our arms mean?&nbsp; We all have them.&nbsp; I didn't have them before. Did either of you?<br><br>Yeah, right Talion answered sarastically, rolling her eyes at Quilla. I sooo look the type!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 15:12:57</strong>
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				“This is a bunch of fackin’ wank” Storm said as she stood up and struggled to get the aches and pains out of her body, after all she had plenty of old war wounds to deal with.<br><br>“ Listen Princess and Missy Rabbit.” Storm wiped her nose and then pinched the top of her nose. “We are goin’ ta ‘ave ta work tagevver on this.” Storm had worked in many a unit and they had to be a team. Whatever they thought about each other,&nbsp; “Blaady ‘ell I need a drink.”<br><br>The scarred woman turned to the others in the room, the look on her face could either have been a smile or a sneer it was hard to tell with scar across her face. “First thing …we need to get samfing ta defend our fackin’ honour.” That made her chuckle as she searched for a bit of wood that would work fpr that job. <br><br>“Then I’ll ‘ave a look through the trap door and you two ‘ide. See I need ta get annaver ta match this one.” Storm tapped the scar on her face. Her eyes had a very distant hard look, of one that had seen too much. “Then maybe we could do down…if we cant get out that way...” It was only then the mark was noticed by the woman. “Well we are either owned or samone is ‘avin’ a right old bloody laugh. Either way I reckon they will be meetin’ me fuckin'&nbsp; fist.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MingMing</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 02:30:35</strong>
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				Groaning and sitting up with a 'crick-crack' from her back, Peregrine rubbed her eyes and blinked several times at the room she found herself in.<br><br>"Oh ye gods...&nbsp; did I get rolled <strong>again</strong>?!"<br><br>She looked down at her naked self and sighed.&nbsp; Grimacing as she stretched and examined the soreness of her left arm, she winced and looked at the others in the circle.<br><br>"None of this looks familiar...&nbsp; who are you?&nbsp; Are we slaves or captives here?"<br><br>She sighed and sat cross-legged on the cold floor, making faces as she started to arch her arms over her head, stretching and then bending at the waist and hips to either side, working out the kinks from waking up sore.&nbsp; Her stomach gurgled loudly and her fair complexion flushed pink.&nbsp; <br><br>"Anything to eat around here?&nbsp; For that matter, are we trapped and is there a place for morning toilette?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 08:53:13</strong>
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				“Awwwww fackin’ wank jast what we beedin’ need yet anavver blaady princess. Listen Blondie, we know as much as you which aint noffin’. “The scarred woman coughed and spluttered as she laughed at the last question, “Morning bastard toilette…?” was said in affected accent as Storm continued to cough, before spitting something rather disgusting on the floor again.”<br><br>“Fer Gods sake does it look like this place is a fancy inn?” She shook her head “More like it’s a piss in the corner job darlin’”&nbsp; <br><br>The woman certainly had a delightful turn of phrase; her hair was short and looked like it had been cut with a knife certainly different to the other two at least in appearance.<br><br>“Right let’s see ‘ow we can get outta this shit’ole , anyone found a weapon yet? ‘Fraid y’ell ‘ave ta wait ta beautify yerself.”<br><br>The day was just getting worse and worse and that hangover was not getting any better. With that thought Storm searched the room and the crispy chap ...needs must and all that, if nothing else a bit of wood would surfice as a club.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 23:53:38</strong>
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				Storm moved around the room finding nothing but dust and the occasional spider. The body was well and truly burnt on the front and lying beside the body was the melted and charred remains of a spellbook.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With commendable fortitude Storm rolls the body over revealing that the back is not burnt. He had been wearing a well-made tunic and trousers although only the back part of each was of any use. She did notice an odd bulge in the right arm of the tunic and investigation revealed a small dagger in the remains of some sort of holster. Presumably a wrist action would have dropped the dagger into his hand.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The trapdoor opened easily enough and Storm could see it was the top of a tower as she stepped upwards. She could see the sea and as she turned she could see that the tower was on one a pair of headlands of a horseshoe shaped bay. At the base of the horseshoe she could see a port and a city beyond.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 15:39:54</strong>
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				Storm seemed calm about the body but whispered something as she turned the body over and took everything that was necessary from it. Again practicalities came into the matter. After all the soldier had seen plenty of death in her time, and many horrific wounds. She had obviously suffered a good deal of injuries herself.<br><br>The woman described in her most dulcet tones, and delightful turn of place what she saw outside the trap door. It was possible Storm given time could&nbsp; make some sort of rough clothing from the burned items left on the dead man but …they may not have time.<br><br>“Right m’ladies’ we are in between a rock and a ‘ard fackin’ place.”&nbsp; She sniffed again “If anyone uses magic, that book might be of use.” ‘Magic’ was said with a snarl, Storm had seen it at its worst many times.<br><br>“Maybe we should go down then…want me ta take point? See if we can get our stuff. I need a bladdy drink, and I am thinking though you would all be welcomed naked in the town I would be facked ...but in a differant way to all of you.” Storm spat again and sniffed. "We all 'ave these symbols for a reason and like it or not it looks like we are going to 'ave to work togevver."<br><br>Oh the friggin' joy<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 05:19:42</strong>
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				Quilla searched every crevice she could find for a weapon, but found only dust and cobwebs. She said nothing as she watched Storm strip the body of anything valuable, but said a quiet prayer for the dead soul afterwards. As scarred and battered and crude as Storm was, Quilla sensed a strength in the woman that she wished she had herself. Yes, please...take point[/color she answered softly. But as soon as we get out of here, might we stop someplace so that I can meditate? I'm not sure what spells I have left, if any.<br><br>Talion was more interested in the other woman than in finding a weapon. She walked over and helped the woman up. As soon as we find my bag, I can help you fix up you hair. And I have some clothes that will just look scrumptious on you. She smiled at other woman. I'm Talion. What's your name? the blonde elf asked, her eyes twinkling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 23:26:50</strong>
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				Storm moved to the top of the stairs going down and took in the sights below. In it’s previous existence the room below had obviously been a bunkroom. Three bunk beds where arranged around the room along with two storage cupboards. Their was another set of stairs going down.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Most of the room was covered in dust and looked like it had not been disturbed in a long time. What was new was the body sprawled at the bottom of the stairs.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was a man dressed in chainmail with a sword in a scabbard. The man was face down revealing that the back of his body was blackened as if struck by the same force as the man in the room they where in.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;By the position of the body it would seem that the man had been standing where Storm was. Either he had his back to the room when whatever had happened, happened. Or he had seen it coming and tried to run.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rancorius</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 00:01:31</strong>
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				Leron groans as he wakes up then cruses in elven "What the hells" then gets up and looks around and takes a listen
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				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 01:14:10</strong>
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				Talion looked over at the moaning person and realized it was male.&nbsp; Her face lit up a little as she walked over to him, pulling the new girl with her.&nbsp; Are you okay? she asked him in elven, looking him over as she did so.<br><br>Quilla heard the moan, turned around, and froze. Miss Storm! she whispered urgently. The other person is awake now...and he's <em>male</em>.&nbsp; I need some <em>clothes</em>!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MingMing</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 04:44:34</strong>
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				<em>*poke poke poke*</em><br><br>She grinned and stared wide-eyed at the barely awake figure.<br><br><em>*grope&nbsp; pinch grope*</em><br><br>"Well hello there!&nbsp; I'm Peregrine!&nbsp; Do you remember anything before waking here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 10:39:37</strong>
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				The first thing Storm did was tentatively to look a the burned body and anything about him, trip wires or traps if not then the sword would be hers and she would pass the dagger back down the line. At least the Princess was more on board than the two friggin’ style queens….She did a little impression to herself in an effected voice, about hair and toilette…<br><br>Her attentions then returned to Quilla, “Fer facks sake Princess, ‘e ‘as seen a pair of baps, an arse and a fadge. Instead of fartin’ about like a fart in a bastard trance, cam down ere and give me a ‘and. We might even find samfing in’ ‘ere.” Storm slapped her forehead then regretted it, because it only added to the hangover what she did need was hair of the dog.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rancorius</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 18:15:51</strong>
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				Leron smiles <strong>"If wasnt for the pounding of my head, I would have though I'd died and gone to heaven. My name is Leron."</strong><br>Leron thinks for a moment then says <strong>"Sorry lovely Peregrine but I cant rember anything"</strong> he then thens to Talion and says in elven "Thank you but I think I'm fine" Leron thinks to himself <em>~Thank you, Olidammara. Humm I wonder who these beatuies are.~</em><br>Leron looks around <strong>"Any idea where we are?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MingMing</strong> on <strong>12-05-2010, 23:11:17</strong>
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				"I've no clue."<br><br>Peregrine offered a hand to help him up and about, and then wandered over to the burned body.<br><br>"I have some skill with the arcane, but nothing that uses a book or writings."<br><br>She looked at Storm.<br><br>"Can you speak a bit clearer?&nbsp; I have a hard time figuring out what you're saying...&nbsp; it's so slurred and the meaning of half your slang escapes me."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>13-05-2010, 13:29:20</strong>
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				Storm just shook her head, as she returned to the room “Ancient language of bollox.” she murmured to herself as the pretty boy elf seemed to be trying to get into the non existent underwear of the two attractive women about him. This was just ridiculous, here was long ears trying to get laid and they needed to get out of here.<br><br>“Oi blondie,” The woman shouted over to Peregrine, “Jast pin back yer fackin’ ears and ye’ll pick it up easy. Notice you aint complainin’ at Mush there usin’ poncy elf language.” Her 'storm' like attentions were then on the male. “We ‘ave no bastard idea where the fackin’ ‘ell we are. And we aint goin’ ta find out, lolly gaggin’ about in 'ere.”<br><br>“Look I still ‘ave a bastard be’ind the eyes and I am not in the best of moods. I jast want me stuff...” Storm burped loudly and scratched at the huge knotted scar that traced down the back of her head and down her neck and shoulder. “So are we all ready ta move then…I’ll take point.”<br><br>This was worse than looking after a bunch of FNG’s. “You still got that dagger Princess? If anyone else thinks that might be able to make more use of it speak up now.” Storm did not really want to take over but someone had to.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MingMing</strong> on <strong>13-05-2010, 14:37:45</strong>
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				She furrowed her brows.<br><br>"MY name's not Blondie, it's Peregrine.&nbsp; I'm not even blond!&nbsp; Why would you even call me that?"<br><br>Shaking her head, she muttered.<br><br>"IMpatience will get everyone killed.&nbsp; Most of the others aren't even lucid yet.&nbsp; You rushing out is just going to place everyone in danger, wait the few minutes for them to get their bearings."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 15:51:24</strong>
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				Quilla stood as much behind Storm as she could, one hand clutching the dagger protectively over her lower feminine parts. You...you go ahead and take point... she told Storm, licking her lips. I'll be right behind you. &nbsp; She'd rather expose her backside to the unknown male than her front. And I thin I'll keep hold of the dagger...at least until I can find my mace...[/color<br><br>Talion gave Leron a friendly smile and helped him to his feet. Think you're okay to walk on your own? she asked, draping one of his arms around her shoulder without waiting for an answer. If not, I'm sure with one arm around me and one around Peri, we can help you out of here... she offered charmingly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rancorius</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 18:41:18</strong>
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				<strong>"If you dont mind, miss storm. I could sneak forward and either return and report or motion for you guys to follow."</strong> Leron&nbsp; smiles then adds <strong>"I'm skilled in the arts of moving silently and hiding"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 11:23:27</strong>
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				“Miss Storm….fer facks sake I am Storm, Sweat pea just like you are a long eared ponce, I don’t to bloody Miss.” The woman chuckled and the coughed something up. There was blood in whatever landed on the floor.<br><br>“As it is it looks like, Blondie Prissy Pants and Rabbit wants to look after yeh. Now I aint an expert or nuffin, but I ‘ave ‘ad trainin’” . There was another pause “Maybe before we get too far we need to do some of that ‘what can yeah do shite’. Yeah know talkin’… As it is…” Storm coughed again and grimaced, her disfigurement on her face made that sneer more apparent. “We are up the proverbial creek without the bastard paddle. So for a little while we are going to ‘ave to stick together.” <br><br>&nbsp;“I ‘ave been in the army a while, I am a scout , I even got mesel’ ta sergeant... I am pretty good at point and lets look at this it’s me that ‘as the sword.” <br><br>Not that any of them would ever know she would fight to the death to get them all out, just as she had with her squad. “So Sweetpea what yer sayin' is yer a blaady tea leaf&nbsp; and yeah reckon yea can get yerself in the front. I’ll work wif yeah on that one samtimes two pairs of eyes are better than one. Anyway I want a squeeze of that cute arse of yours.” She laughed&nbsp; in most unladylike manner. <br><br>It was then the woman look at the other three, even with a stinking hangover Storm was trying to get organised, “So what’s the deal, what can yeah all do, and what do yeah need ta do it?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 05:30:11</strong>
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				Quilla glanced nervously at the man, still taying hidden behind Storm as much as possible.&nbsp; I need to find my bag she said quietly. It has my healing supplies and an extra holy symbol...<br><br>Talion looked at Storm as if the woman was insane. My spell components and spell book would be nice to have on hand. Can't do much without them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rancorius</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 02:33:04</strong>
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				<strong>"I'm also skilled in striking from a target's weak points and evading tarp as well finding them" </strong> Leron says
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				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MingMing</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 19:18:35</strong>
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				"I'm a bard of lore.&nbsp; I'm not really the best in a fight, but luckily I don't need weapons up close.&nbsp; I'd prefer to get something ranged though."<br><br>Nodding at the explanations provided, Peregrine looked around and waited to see if the take-charge woman had anymore suggestions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 11:17:43</strong>
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				“Lets face it we are pretty buggered ‘ere, but there no point in sittin’ abaat.” She paused then scratching the knotted scar on the back of her head. So the had a magic user, something she never trusted, a blaady entertainer, a priestess, many of which she didn’t trust ,a tea leaf…. But for now they had to work together. <br><br>“Alright ven lets fink we only ‘ave two weapons a dagger and a sword. Much as ya likely want it Princess I say we pass it over ta sweat pea over there and ‘e takes point, ‘es like better and sneakin’ than I am. Maybe’s I should take ap the rear incase afing ‘appens cos at the moment you ladies…” She coughed and then spat again, “ain’t really in any position ta fight.”<br><br>There was a pause, “Danstairs ver is sam cupbaprds and bunks like I said. I fink vats our first call ta see what we can find before we go on. ‘ow das vat sound.?”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 21:05:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Talion merely nodded as Quilla, still trying to stay hidden behind Storm, reluctantly held the sword out to Leron. We don't have much of a choice, until we find clothing and weapons Quilla said softly. Hopefully we'll find something before it's too late...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rancorius</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 05:12:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Thank you, miss"</strong> Leron says as Talion hands the sword over to him then adds <strong>"I'll take point but I hope we find more weapon and armor than clothes at this point"</strong><br><br>Leron takes point <strong>"Tell me when your ready to go and I'll lead" </strong> and when the word is give he will move ahead but keep to shadows as much as possible and do as quietly as possible
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 23:58:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The party moved cautiously downwards until they reached the bottom of the stairs. The man was dead, that was evident but now it could be seen that as well as the sword on his belt there was a pouch.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Also looking towards the stairs it a tripwire stretched across the top could be seen. The wire ended on one side in a flask strapped to the side of the top spindle. Anyone coming up the stairs would not seen it and most likely they would not see the tripwire either.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rancorius</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 18:02:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leron hands up his hand then checks the body for any traps after disabling the tripwire then listens and looks around<br><br>search16+9=25<br>disable device5+7=12<br>spot18+9=27<br>listen18+9=27
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 22:45:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There where no traps on the body, but the pouch had interesting contents. Apart from the 7 gold and 3 silver there was a receipt from an inn called The Silver Hawk. Reading it, it seemed that 3 rooms had been booked for a period of 1 week.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The flask on examination seemed to be that of Alchemist’s Fire.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After checking for traps and opening the chests Leon discovers that there are two rather tatty blankets and 10 feet of rope in them.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MingMing</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 01:20:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Peregrine tries to recall if she has ever heard of an inn called the Silver Hawk anywhere in her travels or reading, and if so, where geographically it might be, so they have a better idea of where they have been taken to.<br><br>(Trying to see if Bardic Lore or Knowledge Local is applicable?)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 21:06:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Peregrine has heard of an inn called the Silver Hawk, in fact she has heard of several that go by that name.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MingMing</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 01:36:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(IF I know of several, can I list them off and narrow down possible locations where we might be, matching the sights we saw from our vantage point to what I know fo them?)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 01:48:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quilla picked up one of the blankets and shook out any dust and friendly little bugs that might have been inhabiting it.&nbsp; She folded it and wrapped it around herself, making a sleeveless dress from it. <br><br>Talion peered over Leron's shoulder, hoping he would find something else in the chest that might be useful to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rancorius</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 07:10:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leron pulls out the other blanet and the rope then says <strong>"I got a flask i think is Alchemist’s Fire"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 17:14:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Storm watched as Quilla took the blanket, and shook her head. “Listen Princess you aint the only one ‘ere npw are ya?”&nbsp; A smile or was it a sneer passed her lips. “We ‘ave two blankets and five folks and I am fackin’ sure that no one wants ta be lookin’ at my baps and arse.” <br><br>“e only needs a kilt.” Her chin indicated to the male elf. The rest of us likely need somfing more.” “Lets see abbat cuttin’ up these blankets so we can all ‘ave sam dignity.” She raised an eyebrow. Storm for all her gruff exterior was indeed a team player.<br><br>“Grab the trip wire too, we can use it fer ‘untin’ maybe? Is there anyfing else?” After another pause the woman rubbed her temple, “Dammit I need a fackin’ drink this bastard behind the eyes is becomin’ more than a&nbsp; bloody bastard.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rancorius</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 20:08:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leron gives the pounch to Storm as well as the rope and other blanket he then takes the tripwire and makes a garrot
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 22:09:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quilla nodded at Storm and unwrapped the blanket from around herself.&nbsp; You're right.&nbsp; Im' sorry...I wasn't thinking. I was just being selfish...&nbsp; She handed the blanket to Storm, since she had the knife, and waited patiently while it was cut.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 11:38:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Right you lot deal wif the fackin’ pouch and ve money and whatever else and I’ll remember wot me mavver taught me.” The truth was it was what the army had taught her, after all this was going to be very different from needlepoint. <br><br>Storm took a few threads from the blanket and then used the knife her fingers and the material and threads to make something simple for each of them. It was certainly not stylish but they neither had the time or the equipment to deal to make anything other than the simplest of garments.<br><br>The work was made even harder by the damned hangover. As she finished storm handed out the ‘garments’. If they could even be called that. Still they covered the skin and aided towards decency.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rancorius</strong> on <strong>17-06-2010, 18:57:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leron thanks Storm 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 03:33:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thank you Quilla said simply, taking the garment from Storm.&nbsp; I much appreciate this.<br><br>Talion, on the hand, looked at the piece of blanket as if it were covered in fleas.&nbsp; Her lip curled a little as she gingerly took the hastily made garment from the ugly soldier with a thumb and finger.&nbsp; Thanks... she muttered, looking more like she wanted to throw it into the nearest corner.&nbsp; She didn't have much choice by way of clothing, though, so she slipped the covering on and did her best not to cringe while doing so.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 23:42:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;From outside there was the sound of horses approaching the building they where in. Followed by the sound of men dismounting and the sound of voices.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “You got the oil and the weights, good now remember, two bodies, wrap them in chain chuck them off the cliff and then burn the place afterwards.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There was the sound of grunting which you could presume was agreement and then came the voice again. “Well what you standing there for, get to it, stupid Orcs.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MingMing</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 02:00:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Wincing at the cutthroat words and the impending attack, Peregrine glanced at the others and made gestures to get on either side of the doorway, she took a position opposite of Senti and crouched low with her fists clenched and legs ready to kick out.<br><br><em>(PS- DM, did you ever get my character sheet when we started?&nbsp; Or is there a thread to post that info?&nbsp; I can enter it into a Myth Weaver sheet if need be?)</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 19:45:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Storm did not appear afraid in the slightest in fact her eyes took on a far hard gaze, it was obvious that the woman neither feared death or pain, she had seen enough of the two. Still there were others to consider. She looked at the elven man and nodded so that he would be at the other side of the door and ready with his weapon.<br><br>She looked at Princess and Rabbit wondering, and then spoke extremely quietly, “You fink you two can distract ‘em when ve open the door, that way we get a better chance at a good fakin strike wifout too much noise.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 03:40:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Not a problem Talion whispered back, dropping her makeshift dress and striking a lewd pose. <br><br>Quilla rolled her eyes at the dark haired elf, but nodded to Storm.&nbsp; I can do that she whispered.&nbsp; As the door opened, Quilla rushed toward the orcs, stopping just out of melee weapon range.&nbsp; Oh thank the gods!she gushed, focussing their attention on her. Somebody's come to rescue me. She forced tears to her eyes and acted relieved.<br><br>Talion smiled enticingly at those orcs not focussing on the little cleric.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 22:04:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The door swung open and two Orcs entered stopping as they saw the two naked females. Their piggy little eyes lit up and they certainly where not gentlemen as they too a good long view. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong> “They not dead.”</strong> The smaller one grunted. <strong> “All the better.” </strong> The taller one replied moving forward and undoing his belt.<br>&nbsp;<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 01:55:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quilla's eyes widened and she back away, careful to keep her eyes only on the orc and not give away the rest of the group behind them. <br><br>Ewww....disgusting! Talion spat, lip curled. If I'd known it was orcs coming in, I'd have hidden in a corner...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 17:28:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Storm watched, she was not overly disgusted by the orc’s and she also understood theor language, after all she had been billeted with a few half breeds in her time. The interesting thing it was not always the green skins that were the rapists, at least as far as she had heard. However these two were dirty bastards…and they needed gutting.<br><br>She took a pause and waited till just the right moment to flank the orc on her side, hoping that pretty boy would do the same on his side. As soon as the moment was right Storm used her weapon and struck her opponent with force and stealth. she wanted to hurt and overpower so she could get information, this was not to kill but to disable. It was only with that the group could continue as far as she understand. They needed to know what was happening.<br><br>Storm had a very special way of finding out information…. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rancorius</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 18:51:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leron quietly sneaks around on the other and readies his Garrote he made from the tripwire while trying to stay out of sight<br><br>move silently: 7+10=17<br>hide: 5+10=15
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 00:48:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong> “You scream and beg.” </strong> The taller Orc grinned as it advanced on the two females. Then the Orc grunted as Storm slammed her weapon into his head. The Orc staggered and swayed as its companion stared stupefied by the sudden change of events from rape to combat.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then with a snarl it drew its axe, <strong> “Me kill and then me fuck.” </strong> The taller Orc slowly went to it’s knees, shaking its head as if it was trying to clear it.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 02:23:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Talion laughed as she watched the two orcs fall to the floor.&nbsp; In what world did you two think I would ever willingly sleep with an orc? she sneered at them. Quilla, on the other hand, shuddered at the violence and clutched the strip of blanket closer. She didn't say anything. She knew it was a necessary violence, done in the name of survival. She backed away from the orcs, fighting the urge to heal them, and put her makeshift garment back on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rancorius</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 19:00:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leron moves towards the orc that drew its axe and quickly wraps his&nbsp; garrote around its neck and tightens it to kill it <br><br><br>move silently: 11+10=21<br>hide: 14+10=29<br><br>attack: 11+3=14<br>dmg: ?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 09:00:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Storm snarled then spoke in orcish as she kicked the green skin that was falling to the ground before threatening him with her weapon. <br><br><em> Look fack face, you can die now or stop fightin’ believe me you ain’t gonna win. Trust me you don’t want to get me pissed off, or any more pissed off than I already am.</em><br><br>In a strange way the gruff and guttural language seemed to suit the scarred and offensive scout. <em> So whats it going to be yeah wanker, you want ta play nice.</em><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 00:05:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Orc struggled as the garrotte tightened around its neck, trying to grab it, twisting its body so much that Leron had a problem retaining his grip. But for the moment he did and unless there was an outside interference the Orc’s end was inevitable.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The other Orc looked up from the floor at the snarling woman above it. Then with all the courage and steadfastness that its race where known for. “Mistress don’t hurt me.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 09:52:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Storm took the orcs weapon but did not let her eyes leave him, trusting that the male elf would do what needed to be done with the help of the others. “Once ‘e’s bitten ve dust sweet pea. Make sure yeah ge everyfing off ‘im.” It was then that she spoke in orcish again.<em> “Right yeah facker, get undressed while yer doin that yeah can tell us what all this shite is abaat, who sent yeah, and why are we ‘ere.”</em><br><br>The curling snarl remained on the woman’s face, <em>And yeah better not fackin’ lie yeah bastard, and trust me those ladies over there will know. They ‘as magic that can tell.</em> Alright so she was lying but the orc didn’t know that. She knew the others likely did not understand what she was saying but this way the information if they had any would be easier to understand.<br><br><em>If yeah fuck me about I will kill yeah, and do yeah know what, I’d rather not. By the way do yeah 'ave any booze me moufs drier than a nuns cunt.</em><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rancorius</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 20:52:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				leron keeps tighen his grip on the orc<br>17+3=20
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 00:28:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Leon felt all the tensions go out of the Orc as it finally died in his arms. The other Orc began to do as it was told, the leather armour coming off to reveal underwear that if you threw it at a wall it would probably stick.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“We just hired to dispose of bodies, simple work, easy money or so we thought. We no eat the bodies, dispose of them properly.” <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rancorius</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 02:20:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leron hands the axe to storm then starts field stripping the dead orc of everything including clothes
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 14:46:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Storm nodded her thanks to Leron, but an axe was not really her weapon of choice needs must when death came a calling. She turned to the orc once more and changed her language. Of course again the woman would translate.<br><br><em>Well that’s a start though doesn’t fuckin’ save your skin yet.</em> She snarled again, <em>Atleast we might let you live long enough ta dispose of yer bastard friend their. What we want ta know is who ‘ired yeah, and why the fuck we are ‘ere. As well as that where the fuck is ‘ere.</em><br><br>Sniffing and wiping her nose on the back of her hand Storm looked again at Leron, “Did yeah find me any bastard grog.[/i]<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 00:29:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Orc turned a somewhat curious face to Storm, <strong> “I do not know anything about why you are here. You where supposed to be dead. As to who hired us, the man outside hired us, go ask him.” </strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Orc nodded as if it had just performed well. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rancorius</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 21:34:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Why would a man use an orc" </strong> Leron whispers
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 03:36:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Because they're stupid and they do whatever you tell them to do.&nbsp; Easy labor...and work for cheap, too Talion answered. <br><br>Quilla said a prayer for the soul of the dead orc.&nbsp; Even the souls of the enemies deserved to rest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 14:02:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Storm stared firmly at the female elf. Little pissed her off more than prejudice, of course the woman knew that orcs could be cowards, but then he;; so could those noble bastards and elves…she had even heard dwarves howling for their ma’s when the battle was in full flow.<br><br>“Look its a abbat money…and don’t go sayin’ greenskins are stupid, fack me I have seen some fackin’ morons from every race, and half of them was in charge.”<br><br>Storm shook her head, this was like pulling teeth. “Right…” her attentions were Back with the orc, <em> What’s his name, how much was he paying you and most importantly where is our stuff. As far as I am concerned you can leave once we have dealt with your boss…</em>she even considered asking him to join them. After all the woman had served with orcs and half orcs before.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rancorius</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 05:20:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Following orders and being stupid are 2 separate things" </strong> Leron says as he watches storm work
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 23:56:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Orc looked from one to another obviously seeking one that would be merciful towards it. <strong> "Your stuff, I do not know, no mention of stuff. I go, I not come back.” </strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A shadow moved across the window as the person who had been stood listening moved away from it and to the side. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 01:19:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quilla remained kneeling next to the dead orc, but frowned as the shadow moved.&nbsp; Miss Storm... she whispered urgently, barely loud enough to be heard. There's someone at the window.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 11:55:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Storm looked to the window and then to the others an finally the orc. She spoke in orcish again wanting to make sure he understood her. “Right …this is how it works you help us now with your employer or I will gut you myself. “ She narrowed her eyes and scratched at the scar on her head that should have killed her. “Trust me it will take a damn lot to kill me and if you fuck up or betray us I will personally hunt you down.”<br><br>She smiled then or perhaps sneered at the others, I say we get ready for more fackin’ visitors, or we can go and find ‘im.”<br><br>She looked to the orc again in her usual ‘pleasant’ manner “So any more trap?...Perhaps you can go ahead.”<br><br>The scarred scout looked to the others “If ‘ay ‘as any over fackin’ idea’s let me know.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 17:27:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Weapons of some sort might be a good idea Talion said. Especially since I can't cast and I don't fight well with my hands... she looked over at Leron. ..Unless I'm fighting tube worms... she added with a wink.<br><br>So find a rock or a chunk of broken stone Quilla suggested, trying not to let her disgust show. Since you don't mind running around nekkid, fight dirty.&nbsp; Throw your blanket over their head and beat the snot out of 'em, she continued as she looked around, following her own advice and searching for something to use as a weapon. But don't just stand there and whine and complain, because that'll just get you deader than a doornail.<br><br><br>((ooc: search check for something to use as a weapon:Roll Result: Quilla rolled: 1d20, adding 2to the total<br>Comment: search check<br>Result: 18, <br>Total: 20))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rancorius</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 22:50:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leron says&nbsp; "I say we go since theres no point in staying here"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 23:13:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Quilla barely had time to start searching before there was the sound of squeaking and many feet. Then with a bang the door swung open as a swarm of rats poured into the room and began to head for those inside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 16:55:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((Roll Result: Quilla rolled: 1d20, adding 2to the total<br>Comment: initiative<br>Result: 13, <br>Total: 15))<br><br><br>Quilla takes one look at the rats and quickly casts Bless, giving her group +1 to attacks and saves against fear. ((did she find something to use as a weapon?))<br><br>((Roll Result: Talion rolled: 1d20, adding 2to the total<br>Comment: initiative<br>Result: 10, <br>Total: 12))<br><br>Talion curled her lip at the rats and backed up a few steps, wishing she had her spell components pouch. The thought of stomping on these vile creatures with her bare feet turned her stomach, but the thought of being ratfood was even less appetizing.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rancorius</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 01:22:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				initiative 12+8=20<br><br>Leron prepares to fight the rats
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 13:37:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Fack….” We the words that spilled form Storms mouth, she was more than a little pissed off the day was getting worse by each moment. As she stamped on and generally tried to kill the rats the woman turned to the still alive orc. <br><br>“Right start ‘elpin’ us and yeah may ‘ave a fackin’ way out, don’t ‘elp as and yeah know that the facker outside will kill yeah anyway.”<br><br>Then Storm went back to killing rats knowing there would be worse than this, thus she ploughed forward towards the exit, they needed to kill the source or at least incapacitate him. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 00:05:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If you have not posted please do so as I will move the game tomorrow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 23:23:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It seemed that the rats where intended more of a distraction rather than any attempt to injure the party. Although they got in the occasional small bite mainly they just scurried around.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There was the sound of breaking glass as objects where thrown against the door o leading out and then the whoosh of flame as flasks of alchemists fire where used. The rats squealed and began to frantically search for escape as the flames and smoke spread.<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 11:11:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>“Fackin’ bolloks.” Storm growled sounding even angrier is that were at all possible. She should have known that this was just a distraction. However hindsight was not going to help them now. The orc knew the way out and she knew that he would be afraid enough to get them out quickly.<br><br>The point was all of them had to keep their heads. “Right you go in front.” The woman barked at the greenskin to lead the way, as well as reminding him to tell them of traps. The apple chaser rogue could take point with the or and she would take up the read. They needed to act quickly, Storm just hoped that everyone would be sensible. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rancorius</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 22:48:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leron smiles <strong>"Never a dull moment"</strong> then follows the orc
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 17:08:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quilla quickly stepped in behind Storm, and Talion, for once, didn't argue. She ran right alongside the little cleric, anxious to get out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 23:33:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Orc seemed to agree with the rats that it was time to leave. Without a backward look he ran for the door, flinging it open and starting to go through it. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then over the crackle of the fire there was a whirring sound and the Orc stopped dead. Slowly it did a slow turn as it crumpled a crossbow bolt sticking out its forehead like a horn.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Why?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rancorius</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 19:43:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leron's smile fades but he couintes to run getting ready to dodge incoming fire
			</dd>
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