By Campfire Glow (IC)
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				Title: <strong>By Campfire Glow (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZincStandard</strong> on <strong>11-08-2018, 23:27:40</strong>
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				From Creste, the city of shields, the Salt Road runs north and west through the expanse of heaths and wooded hills that people still know as the North Border even centuries after the Vlemish bent the knee, until it turns due north at the coast.&nbsp; With hardly anywhere on the Border itself worth going to, and most travel between north and south done by sea, its building was always more a symbolic gesture than anything else, meant to inspire unity after generations of conflict.&nbsp; Few enough take the land route to make it unappealing to bandits despite the lack of soldiers, and the worst most travelers have to worry about is the occasional bear encounter.<br><br>In short, for a small group--say, a party of rootless treasure hunters--looking to bring sensitive cargo--say, a substantial sum in salvaged Tuatha grave goods--from Vlemis to the capital without drawing attention, and willing to travel through rough country, it's a godsend.<br><br>Dawn brings heat and humidity, a forerunner of fast-approaching summer.&nbsp; Scraps of gauzy cloud promise to cast no shadows.&nbsp; In a recess beneath a house-sized boulder on a wooded slope, sheltered from the chill rain of the previous night, a curl of smoke rises from the ashes of a dead fire.<br><br><hr><br>It's another one of those mornings when Yulia can't remember right away whose bedroll she's waking up in.&nbsp; It's definitely not her own, that much is obvious--or if it is, she's not alone in it.<br><br>The sound of mourning doves outside the little cave wakes her up.&nbsp; She's never liked those--something about their eyes.&nbsp; It occurs to her that opening her own would quickly reveal who it is she's wrapped around, but if she does that, then she'll have to get up.&nbsp; Instead, she snuggles closer under the blankets, murmuring sleepy contentment.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Portents</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2018-08-11 16:24:15, ZincStandard (uid: 62913) rolls: 1d20 Result: 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=123929)<br><br>At 2018-08-11 16:24:03, ZincStandard (uid: 62913) rolls: 1d20 Result: 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=123928)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Campfire Glow (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>greenknight</strong> on <strong>12-08-2018, 00:07:34</strong>
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				The warm body next to Galathiir shifts against him, finding more than his thigh and chest hard. Her movement causes him to stir and he looks down to see blond tresses splayed across his vision and hear the contented rumble of a purring cat near his ear. He lies back, running fingers through the hair on the side of Yulia's head, and and alternating between dozing and pondering moving his hand lower.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Campfire Glow (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>12-08-2018, 00:29:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://scontent-dfw5-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/fr/cp0/e15/q65/35361796_5254466324615447_133453335490461696_o.jpg?_nc_cat=0&amp;efg=eyJpIjoidCJ9&amp;oh=d0f39004f8a309b78e080bf1a8078da2&amp;oe=5BBA65FB)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong> Margolynn Chambers </strong></span></span></div><br>A dozen yards from the camp proper, viols played softly, accompanied by a gentle harp in the background. A brass horn picked up the tempo as Margolynn’s magic floated the instrumental side of the Third Act of Magnar the Magnificent. With no tabletop for prep, she sliced salted pork off of a slab like an oyster shucker, drawing the dagger up towards the metal thumbpad of her gauntlet repeatedly. <br><br>The thin chunks sizzled in the pan as they joined the potatoes, onion, peppers and oil she was softening on top of the campfire. She began to sing, the voice not at all fitting her slender feminine form. It was the voice of a heavy set man with a drinking problem, an excellent forgery of Magnar as performed by Baldric Tiddle ten years prior at the Larou Theater. <br><br>By the time she was adding eggs and a dash of cream to the scramble, she was singing both Magnar and Arieti’s counter point. Arieti was performed by Mignonette Thrush, a tiny tiefling girl whose forked tongue allowed her to hit notes no human could... well, none except Margolynn. <br><br>She tended to take cooking duties as much as possible, and well she might! Margolynn had told them she was classically trained by elvish gourmands. Then again, she had also told them that she had worked as the head chef for the Baroness Derais and one time she mentioned with a mix of revulsion mingled with just a touch of hunger the time she had been forced to feed an Orcish brigade while she was hiding amongst them as their mess hall butcher. The story’s highlights included having to cook one of her own party members... she would have abstained from partaking of the roast herself but then there was no vegetarian option in an Orcish war camp!<br><br>Margolynn split the servings onto plain wood plates and after a moments observation, she snapped her fingers and the plates shimmered. When the spell finally settled onto the plates, the were bone white with delicate red and gold filigree. She examined them one last time, knowing full well that with cuisine and oral sex, the first taste was made with the eyes. Things tasted better the better they looked!<br><br>There was a second correlation between cuisine and oral sex that she referenced far less. No one liked finding a hair on their plate...<br><br>Pleased with the camp breakfast, she crushed the sound of the orchestra in her gauntlet, wadding up the illusion and tossing it aside in favor of a deep rams horn call to wake up her the sleepier members of the party. Margolynn had courteously made fresh sugar water tainted with mint for the more... dehydrated companions. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Campfire Glow (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>corvusul86</strong> on <strong>12-08-2018, 02:57:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/62/LissaRogue.png)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lissa Light-Step</strong></span><hr>Lissa was sleeping as she usually did, curled up in a tiny ball and completely covered by a blanket.&nbsp; When the loud alarm horns sounded she rolled to her feet with a dagger in each hand, gazing around wildly with her heart pounding in her chest until finally she remembered where she was.&nbsp; She rolled her eyes and grumbled under her breath as she realized she was safe, before bending over to grab her clothing.&nbsp; She slept nude even on the road, and it was chilly in the early morning.<br><br>Once she was wearing smallclothes and her skin tight, supple leather armor and she threw on her cloak and boots and strolled out of the cave, the smell of good food drawing her in.&nbsp; She barely managed a tired smile for Margolynn before she was snatching up the faux-porcelain breakfast plate and digging in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Campfire Glow (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZincStandard</strong> on <strong>12-08-2018, 03:07:04</strong>
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				Yulia manages to briefly doze off again as Galathiir strokes her hair, but Margolynn's music disturbs her again.&nbsp; Much as she wishes she could sleep the whole day away, the smell of the sizzling pork keeps her from being too irritable.&nbsp; Grumbling, she brushes a kiss against Galathiir's jaw.&nbsp; "Gotta pee," she mumbles as she squirms her way free of the bedroll, the movement rousing Moggin, who uncurls from his black ball and gives her a withering look before slinking off.<br><br>Stepping out into the dawn air, Yulia stretches toward the sky, already feeling much more awake now that she's on her feet.&nbsp; As usual, she hadn't worn anything to bed, and the sun feels gorgeous.&nbsp; The rain clinging to the foliage has begun to steam in the rising heat, giving an ethereal quality to the woods.&nbsp; Outside the entrance to the hollow, the two nervous pack mules the group picked up in Dannerhall shelter under the boughs of an old ash, munching from their feed bags.<br><br>With nature's call answered, Yulia follows her nose back to the cookfire, stifling a yawn with the back of her hand.&nbsp; She quirks an eyebrow at Margo as she takes a seat, accepting a plate.&nbsp; "Now what is the point of inns if you can pull this off on a campfire in the woods?"&nbsp; She tries not to look too closely or think too hard about the fine service as she digs in, not wanting to spoil the effort Margo put into her illusion.&nbsp; Out of the corner of her eye, she catches sight of Moggin skulking about the cook's heels, eyeing the discarded scraps of pork fat.<br><br>She scoots over on her log as Lissa comes out of the hollow, making space.&nbsp; "Still think we can make the godstone by dusk?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Campfire Glow (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>greenknight</strong> on <strong>12-08-2018, 22:14:13</strong>
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				Galathiir watched Yulia’s hips sway enticingly after she got up, leaving him uncovered except for his lower leg. Sitting up, he figures he should follow her lead. He stands and runs his fingers through his tangled locks as he leaves the lee of the boulder, his hair falling clean and well-combed after the prestidigitation he wove. Finding his own spot to water, he stretches while half-yawning/half-roaring while those behind him at the campsite might see his stream arc to mirror his back. When he’s done, he shakes and cleans himself of the voluminous remains of the last evening’s recreation as he did his hair.&nbsp; <br><br>He makes his way back to the camp, taking a plate and joining the ladies sitting next to Yulia and facing opposite. “You know, I hate to see leave but I love to watch you walk away,” he earnestly offers the old line with a knowing smirk. “May I?” he asks reaching up for her hair before he runs his fingers through it, nails lightly scratching at her scalp. As they pass through, her hair shines with a healthy glow and returns to its luxurious falls. He looks past her to ask, “Lyssa?” of his selfsame adventuring companion.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Campfire Glow (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>13-08-2018, 11:52:01</strong>
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				Adrian had been deeply asleep, he had taken second last watch in shift last night which was followed by Margolynn taking the shift (more so last shift allows her starting prepare breakfast as well). He yawns and stretches in his bedroll, blanket sliding away and reveal his tattooed torso. As he was without company he wore only his leather trousers under the blanket. He did not need dress further as he moves to the campfire, picking one plates offered by their morning hostess. Impressed as usual for cooking skills but also the illusion layered on the plates which he felt was sure they were made from wood while ago.<br><br>As Adrian munches down his first bite on delicious pork, hearing Yulia's question he replies; "Aye, we should make it if we do not slow down from yesterday march. They are rather fascinating, their old as some feys those sites and they have sort odd otherworldly feel to them don't you think?" Adrian eyed Yulia in all her naked glory, smiling sight of their group's shameless nudist. He notices Galathiir doesn't have clothes either, so likely Yulia and he spend night together.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Campfire Glow (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>corvusul86</strong> on <strong>13-08-2018, 21:29:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/62/LissaRogue.png)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lissa Light-Step</strong></span><hr><strong>"Is there any money to be had?"</strong> Lissa asked lazily between bites of breakfast.&nbsp; It was delicious, and one of many reasons she was glad to have fallen in with the group she did.&nbsp; Another was the eye candy right beside her, which she blatantly admired despite talking to the others.&nbsp; She was grateful that even mostly asleep and hungry she'd been aware enough to take a seat beside the naked Yulia.&nbsp; <strong>"As much as taking in the sights sounds... interesting, I'd rather have gold in hand.&nbsp; If its just some religious rocks I'd rather hurry by."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Campfire Glow (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZincStandard</strong> on <strong>13-08-2018, 22:08:57</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">On the godstones (common knowledge)</div><div class="spoiler_body">These standing stones, of which eight are known today, are relics of the pagan Tuatha religion, practiced now by only a handful.&nbsp; Each is elaborately carved with the likeness of one of the major Tuatha deities; as the Tuatha aren't known to have built any proper temples, it's commonly believed that each god was venerated mainly at their godstone.&nbsp; Those with pagan leanings still sometimes undertake pilgrimages to visit each of the godstones; even those who don't care still value them as convenient landmarks on journeys, and camping beneath them is common practice, as superstition holds that no misfortune will come to one who shelters beneath a godstone--provided they do nothing to anger the local god, of course.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Proficiency in Religion or DC 10 check</div><div class="spoiler_body">In truth, there is more than superstition to the stories of a godstone's protection; in addition to warding off many magical creatures as if they were hallowed ground, they also possess various other miraculous properties, each unique.&nbsp; The godstone of Aeronwy, patron of healers, which lies along the Salt Road, forms the center of a hot spring that has minor healing powers for those who soak in it, curing common diseases and accelerating recovery from injury.</div></div></div></div><br><br>Yulia obligingly leans forward as Galathiir reaches out, sighing as his fingers run through her hair, which she tosses playfully over her shoulder as she sits back.&nbsp; While she knows a fair few cleaning charms that could do the same job herself, she always finds it sweet of him to put in the effort.<br><br>"I wouldn't be so quick to dismiss these rocks," she says to Lissa, looking a bit smug.&nbsp; "You haven't heard of Aeronwy's waters?&nbsp; Her touch will cure what ails you and leave you feeling like you've slept on a feather bed for a week.&nbsp; Anyway, I believe Adrian if he says we can reach her today, but I doubt we can make it farther before sunset, and I'm not hiking in the dark."<br><br>Pausing with a forkful of egg on the way to her lips, she quirks an eyebrow at Adrian, parting her legs a little in a way that looks unintentional.&nbsp; "Matching yesterday should leave us with plenty of time to eat and pack up, aye?&nbsp; Maybe an extra minute or two?"&nbsp; The group's progress yesterday <em>was</em> cut a bit short by the rain, and in truth, she's confident they'll be right on schedule.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Campfire Glow (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>greenknight</strong> on <strong>15-08-2018, 23:57:30</strong>
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				Galathiir kept his amusement at Lissa's desire for "gold in hand" to himself as he took a bite of the breakfast. A couple of more bites and he agrees with Yulia. "<em>Outside cold wind, Inside hot steam. </em><em>Singing in Aerowny's bath,</em>" he croons with a smirk as her hair still glides across his chest where she flipped it, her gold mingling with his own. Noticing the way Adrian seems to suddenly comprehend what happened last night, he is more amused. 'You don't smell it as soon as she opened the bedroll? We were in the same cave.' When Yulia adjusts her posture, he whispers, "Naughty girl," in her ear.<br><br>He spends a few more minutes idly eating his breakfast before looking to Yulia and Lissa's plates, wordlessly offering to take them if they're finished. Standing, he brings the <em>cleaned </em>plates back to Margolynn and packs them up. 'Now, about that bedroll....' he grins.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Campfire Glow (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>corvusul86</strong> on <strong>16-08-2018, 01:50:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/62/LissaRogue.png)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lissa Light-Step</strong></span><hr>Lissa hands her plate to Galathiir having finished her meal, and then scoffs at Yulia.&nbsp; <strong>"Like anything is ever fast when you decide to 'take a minute or two'.&nbsp; Just don't keep us here for another night; as nice as this cave is, I'd rather have a real roof over my head."</strong><br><br>She then goes to grab her own gear, taking her time packing it and keeping an eye on what the others get up to despite her complaints about the time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Campfire Glow (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZincStandard</strong> on <strong>19-08-2018, 01:11:19</strong>
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				Yulia flashes a smirk at Lissa as she lets Galathiir take her plate.&nbsp; "If you'd learn to stop hurrying everywhere, you might enjoy taking your time a little more."&nbsp; While she can understand her companion's desire to get everything packed up and ready, she doesn't want to clean up and get dressed only for all that work to be undone; her gear isn't going anywhere, anyway.&nbsp; Rising, she meets Galathiir's eye and beckons with a turn of her head.&nbsp; "No need to hide in the cave anymore with the sun out, is there?"<br><br>In view of the spot Margo's picked for the cookfire, a large, flat rock rests against the slope of the hill, under a gap in the foliage that lets sunlight stream through.&nbsp; Yulia turns to head for it, swaying her hips as she goes.&nbsp; Seating herself on the edge, she lies back and spreads her legs, letting her hand fall between them.&nbsp; For a moment, she closes her eyes, sighing contentedly as she runs a fingertip along her lips, just brushing her clit.&nbsp; Turning her head without sitting up, she gives Galathiir another teasing look, her invitation clear.&nbsp; Seeing that Lissa is already heading back to start packing, and Margo seems busy cleaning up, she catches Adrian's eye with the same silent message--wouldn't want him to feel left out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Campfire Glow (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>greenknight</strong> on <strong>19-08-2018, 07:25:26</strong>
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				Galathiir <em>feels</em> his lissome bedmate as she passes by and watches appreciatively as she begins her display. He saunters to join her on her perch, the sun breaking through glistening in his hair, on his head, his chest, elsewhere, hinting at more than just its golden color. He holds himself over her, kissing her as the hair on his chest tickles her breast, that of his manhood tickling the back of her hand.&nbsp; <br><br>He then lies next to her, rolling them both so that he is somewhat behind her, allowing her body to come back into view of the camp. She can easily feel the golden brush between his legs against her behind. Kissing her again, his cock seems to move on its own, trying to find its way from the swell of her ass to its cleft. He slides his hand down her body to join hers playing at her sex before breaking the kiss and offering the same inviting look to the rest of their companions.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Campfire Glow (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>21-08-2018, 08:50:02</strong>
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				Adrian looks Yulia as she made her question on travel time, munching down the pork slowly to enjoy it's texture and flavor in mouth before swallowing and replying; "Aye, we make it well to it even if we do not rush it. Few minutes here and there." Adrian looks on Lissa as she complains about the rocks he replies; "Well, said rocks are touched by divine and they give some nice blessings which cannot be found in city. Also Yulia is correct; even if your life is long like mine you should just sometimes sit and just enjoy being alive and enjoy world around you."<br><br>Even if Lissa hurried her breakfast efficiently, Adrian took more time with his. Enjoying it than just gulping it down fast. He however follows Yulia's movements, eyes drawn to her sensual movements, invitation given to him and Galathiir and watch Galathiir move into position. He winks to Yulia but as he finish his breakfast he does not move to Yulia, but towards Lissa who was all hurry packing and wrapping things up in her part of the camp. Her leather clad rump was firm and perhaps best asset of hers when she was dressed on her leathers, his hands move to give playful spank to the cheek, before both hands curve and squeeze softly the rump as he looks on Lissa as he says; "Yulia is going for morning round with Galathiir, it will take few minutes and it will not affect much our travel time to reach the stones. So how you feel about sit while and enjoy short moment bliss of life? Just quick few minutes...."
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