[AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking
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				Title: <strong>[AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>23-05-2017, 10:16:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://dungeonsmaster.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/yawning-portal-01.jpg)<br><div align="center"><em>Main Room of the Yawning Portal inn</em></div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>First Day on the Job!</strong></span></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Days, maybe even weeks ago, each of you offered your resumes to a man you had been assured was a recruiter for the <del>famed</del> acknowledged adventuring company, Acquisitions Incorporated. Even though you were assured "don't <em>Sending</em> us, we'll <em>Sending</em> you," you still regularly checked in at the Yawning Portal Inn, just to see if there had been any movement on your application.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Just as you were about to lose hope, eureka! The next time you showed up at the tavern, you met with Heuvar Lumberdonfle, a gnomish bard, famed explorer, rumored Harper, and all-around extremely drunk guy. he had word from his subcontractor (whatever that means) that after a recent <del>mishap</del> mutually amicable downsizing, Acquisitions Incorporated was seeking a team of new interns. That's you! And also some bard named Rha, whose application had been floating around the offices for like, a year and a half no matter how often it got ahem, <em>lost</em>. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At any rate, Huevar had instructed each of you to meet him at the Yawning Portal at sunset on Third-Day. When you arrived, he was too drunk to fish, and told you "curmbughumurruh" which after some debate, was agreed to mean "come back tomorrow." Either that or he was telling you the name of some demon lord?<div class="floatright">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/925d184b4cfc8a8acf8a4b312ba19312/tumblr_oqec3lF1MO1utyn51o1_1280.jpg)(https://68.media.tumblr.com/54d75b8812b3fbcb4d938e9740d52d2d/tumblr_oqec3lF1MO1utyn51o2_500.jpg)<br><div align="center"><em>Huevar and his companion</em></div></div><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So here you are, at the Yawning Portal Inn. It's Fourth-Day, the sun is setting, and the raucous night-crowd is already starting to show up at the inn. Word is that some young adventuring party is going to take the plunge into the eponymous gigantic hole into the Undermountain that dominates the tavern's main room; people are already taking bets on how many will come back up. Odds are not in their favor.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And oh look; Huevar is settled nicely on a very lovely and very busty human woman's lap, strumming his lute as he no doubt tells all sorts of amazing lies about himself while resting his head against that bosom. Curled at her feet and gnawing a rib bone is Huevar's.. cat? Weasel? You're not sure what it is, but he calls it Prashtanda.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomblade403xxx</strong> on <strong>23-05-2017, 11:55:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/00016634_7324.jpg)</div><br>Cedevax walks to the Yawning Portal Inn with purpose in his stride. He stood out like a sore thumb among the townsfolk in both dress and attitude. The shirtless man weaves through the streets with a pack on his back, a sword on his hip, and a cautious gaze scanning the surroundings. Several town folk silently note his doeskin pants and wolf hide boots with a skeptical glance, but wisely kept their distance, or quickly moved aside to let him pass. Yesterday he had passed by the Yawning Portal entirely before someone directed him to their door. This was the first time his literacy level had ever been a handicap, and it will probably not be the last. <br><br>He strides into the Inn and stands in the doorway surveying the scene for a moment. Being an escaped slave hunted by the zhents had certain disadvantages, and one of those was the chance of being spotted by one of their bounty hunters or spies. The barbarian had lost everything he loved to pirates and slavers, and secretly hoped that joining Acquisitions Inc would give him another family who may aid him in searching for, or avenging his lost people. <br><br>Seeing no potential hazards he weaves through the crowd to Huevar's table. He drew a few glances from the patrons. The men sizing him up to estimate his toughness, the women a little more curious about what his story might be. He removes his sword belt, wraps it twice, and lays it on the table as he sits down. <br><br>"I'm Cedevax." He says grabbing a mug of ale from a tavern wench and dropping a coin on her tray. "Reporting for duty."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>23-05-2017, 23:49:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://artfiles.alphacoders.com/666/thumb-66636.jpg)</div>Rha flies out of one of the private rooms, landing unceremoniously on her back to the tune of a, "What the fuck, lady?&nbsp; What the fuck?"<br><br>"Well, I'm <em>sorry</em>!" Rha shot back, standing back up.&nbsp; She spoke the syllable of the cantrip, "Rha," using a magical gesture to clean herself off in lieu of simple dusting.&nbsp; "You specifically said 'like the bagpipes,' didn't you?&nbsp; It's not my fault if you don't understand how they're played.&nbsp; Why would you even say that if you don't know what it means?!"<br><br>The door slammed shut, and Rha sighed, glancing around the Yawning Portal.&nbsp; So much for getting to play here tonight, unless the man had been lying about being chummy with the owner.&nbsp; The fingers of her left hand strummed at the empty air by her waist, filling the air around her with the sorrowful notes of an attention seeker. (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f4/Rha_Lonely_Man.mp3)<br><br>Her magical effects didn't quite have any mundane equivalents to an instrument, built up in intensity to be recognizable across an entire tavern, or - as her mentor had often said - dialing it up to 11th level.&nbsp; It gave her a style that was all her own, not unlike the stage name.<br><br>As she glanced around, a bright smile crossed her face as she spotted Huevar.&nbsp; He was from Acquisitions Incorporated, so they were recruiting!&nbsp; Or he was just hanging out and relaxing, but...recruiting, maybe!&nbsp; It was worth a shot.&nbsp; They still had her on file, and things in Waterdeep were pretty quiet; she needed some proper adventure to provide inspiration for her art.<br><br>She claimed herself a seat at a nearby table, kicking her feet up and glancing around to see who else was coming.&nbsp; Maybe, hopefully she'd be able to just work her way into any band of adventurers that arrived.&nbsp; Although she gave a wave, she didn't bother to introduce herself, usually just expecting people to know who she was by this point.<br><br>Another man walked up, a big warrior type by the look of him, and she smiled and gave him a wave as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>24-05-2017, 07:36:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/6a/bd/aa/6abdaae185d09fccd9d98303baa7288f.jpg)</div><strong>Gillie Pussyfoot (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=267889.msg13211389#msg13211389)</strong><br><em>Gnome Rogue 1</em><br><strong>Status</strong>: Normal<br><strong><strong>HP</strong></strong> 8&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>AC</strong> 14<br><strong>PP</strong> 11<br><hr><br>Gillie'd been there a while, tucked into a suitably shadowy corner of the room, despite the hassle of having to constantly shoo off fresh-faced hero types who thought she had some sort of quest to give them.&nbsp; She watched the very noticeable bard and his lovely friend as she spent a bit of her "hard-earned" coin on a questionable pie that made her miss the roasted rat Tibalt had once cooked her for her birthday and a pint of ale.&nbsp; The ale wasn't strong enough to wash the taste of the pie from her mouth, and she grew more concerned about the origins upon seeing the busboy Toby's expression when he spied it on her plate.&nbsp; His eyes said that he'd seen some shit, and most of what he'd seen was probably in that pie.&nbsp; Shoving her "food" aside barely touched, she focused on her ale and picked a bit of "meat" from between her teeth with the tip of Jelly.<br><br>She resheathed her dagger and perked as she watched the mountain come to Mohammad, leaning forward as Cedevex sat down at the table, fully expecting his chair to disintegrate beneath him.&nbsp; Downing the last of her ale, she held up her hands to take a few rough measurements of the barbarian's shoulder-span and thigh-thickness.&nbsp; She wagered that she could neatly tuck herself behind one of those legs and be utterly invisible to potential enemies.&nbsp; Good to know.<br><br>Her attention shifted from Brawny McMusclemilk to the blond bard, a smirk quirking up the corner of her mouth at the woman's waving and posture.&nbsp; Maybe she was a mute?&nbsp; Either way, so far Gillie didn't hold out much hope for dazzling conversation from these two.&nbsp; Sliding off her chair, she gave a quick stretch, then sauntered across the room toward the table.&nbsp; She was shorter than the chairs, nearly short enough to walk comfortably upright beneath the tables without bumping her head, but she exuded bigness.&nbsp; Skirting the chasm, she strode up to the table they were all at and grinned up at Heuvar's companion.<br><br>"Evening, lovely.&nbsp; I'm Gillie Pussyfoot...but you can call me breakfast."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>24-05-2017, 09:59:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Gustavo_v.jpg)</div><strong>Gustavo Ventus</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1208924)<br><em>Sorcerer 1</em><br><strong>HP:</strong> 8/8<br><strong>AC:</strong> 16<br><hr><hr><br>The calm and steady strum of an imaginary lute played in his mind, providing a stylish melody to accompany an equally stylish entrance. If he weren't aware of how ridiculous it would've looked, he may have given the slow motion walk-in a go. Instead, he'd rely on an unnaturally casual grace, the dark tinted glasses resting loosely on his nose, and the mahogany pipe set between his lips. <br><br>He exhaled, sending a puff of smoke up into the air, where it was caught in the gentle, lazy gust that surrounded his form and subsequently redirected into the faces of a few surrounding patrons. They hacked and coughed and called him a whoreson in response, but he didn't mind it in the slightest. He'd just keep on walking toward his goal: Huevar Lumberbun. No, that wasn't right, was it? <br><br>Eh. Didn't matter.<br><br>He counted a few people already surrounding his contact. Not counting the disgusting little creature at his feet or the busty bar wench he used as a chair, he saw: A handsome, muscle bound man with a fortuitous aversion to shirts; a very fetching young human woman; and lastly, a somehow equally cute and luscious little gnome. Fair prospects, all, and none of them looked to bright neither. Good.<br><br>He lifted his pipe from his lips and casually tossed it over his shoulder. Almost immediately after, a man's voice came from across the room, shouting "Aw hells!" as his pants were dirtied by a pipe and its contents that landed mysteriously in his lap. Before the poor bastard could suss out where it came from, Gustavo was already on his merry way.<br><br>He caught up to the group of would-be adventurers just in time to hear the gnome's hilarious name, and the remarkable introduction that followed suit. He liked her already.<br><br>"An exquisite meal, no doubt." He called with a playful smirk as he coolly removed his glasses. Gods, that was so much better! He could barely see with those damned things on. "Hello again, Huevar." He greeted, turning to the man in question, "I see you've sobered up and acquired a...rather 'cushioned' new seating arrangement. I am simply beside myself with envy." As his sentence tapered off, his eyes drifted up from the gnome to the beauty he rested upon. He flashed a serene and charming smile-- one he'd perfected over the years, in his personal (correct) opinion.<br><br>That done, he turned his attention to the remainder of the group, and gave a small tilt of his upper body. "Excuse my rudeness. I should introduce myself properly. I am Gustavo Ventus: sorcerer extraordinaire." He straightened from his curt little bow then, and moved to take a seat without bothering to wait for an invitation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>24-05-2017, 10:51:33</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Huevar slipped off his ladyfriend's lap at Cedevax's approach. Finally, business is at hand. He spoke with a surprisingly deep voice for a gnome, one that is apparently very good at crooning songs. <strong>"<em>You're</em> Cedevax? My, isn't that uncanny? Just the other day I spoke with a young man with no shirt calling himself by that very name, and suggested he meet me here yesterday. Alas, it was a good friend's birthday, so I may have missed the fellow. He looked very much like you. Nipples and all.</strong>" Huevar stroked his moustaches thoughtfully. <strong>"What are the odds? well, Fourth-day Cedevax, i'm glad you have... Oh! Now we're getting somewhere! Rha, Gillie, and..."</strong> He points at Gustavo a few times, snapping his fingers until the young man began introducing himself. <strong>"<em>Gustavo</em>, yes, of course, I never forget a face. Well. perhaps we give the rest of the crew a moment to blunder in?"</strong> He produces a heavy-looking pouch from his belt, tossing it from hand to hand, the jingle of coins within. <strong>"And then we can start talking business."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After Huevar had left her lap, the lady arranged her skirts so that she could cross her legs decently. The sudden amount of attention she was garnering brought a rosy color to her cheeks, but she didn't shy away from it. <strong>"Gustavo, was it? You should know better than to call a woman plump when you just met her!"</strong> she clucked her tongue with playful reprove, taking up Huevar's lute - it was a tiny thing in her hands, and the few simple chords shes trummed out would not impress anyone. With only a sidelong look to Gillie through thick lashes, she offered, <strong>"I <em>do</em> love getting my mouth on a warm, buttered muffin first thing in the morning."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At this, Huevar gets a distracted look, forgetting to toss his coin purse between his hands - it just hovers in the air for a moment before gradually dissipating away into a trail of golden sparks.<strong> "Ah, oh. What were we talking about? Ahem. yes. New hires, wasn't it?"</strong> he tossed a <em>look</em> back at his lady friend, who just pouted and shrugged, before giving a wink to the female gnome and strumming out another easy tune. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>24-05-2017, 16:28:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://artfiles.alphacoders.com/666/thumb-66636.jpg)</div><br>The others introduced themselves, and Rha gave a wave, but decided to give her own name just in case.&nbsp; "Just for the sake that anyone who doesn't get to see any good performances doesn't feel left out, you can call me..."&nbsp; The pause wasn't only so much for dramatic effect as to spend a half a second mentally preparing the cantrip.&nbsp; "Rha!"&nbsp; A brilliant flash of light and sound filled the immediate area, leading one of the drunks to dive for cover.<br><br>Huevar's words, though, gave Rha a bit of concern.&nbsp; The others had been there, and she thought she'd been here yesterday as well.&nbsp; Had she been introduced to everyone and simply not remembered?&nbsp; Once she got started on the ale, it wasn't easy to stop.&nbsp; She took a mental recap of everything she could remember from that night...<br><br>Insisting to a half-orc that she could scale the Yawning Portal without using her arms and legs...telling everyone that she was tired of Waterdeep and wanted to go to "Balls-deep"...singing someone a song that she explicitly explained was NOT a love song and how she wouldn't write them a love song...having a talk with one of the guards about how putting a paper bag over her head and proclaiming herself as a Masked Lord of Balls-Deep could get her arrested if the guard wasn't in such a good mood...challenging a monk of the Thousand Hands Way to tongue-fu...singing "How deep is your love" to the hole...nope, nothing about these other people that she could remember.&nbsp; Everything was fine.&nbsp; Thankfully she hadn't embarrassed herself by forgetting something like that.<br><br>Rha gestured with a display of light and magical chords, and the lute carried by the girl gave off the Minor Illusion of playing itself in a pleasant melody.&nbsp; She tossed the other humans a wink and smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomblade403xxx</strong> on <strong>25-05-2017, 03:19:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/00016634_7324.jpg)</div><br>The world beyond his village was large, fascinating, and more than a little curious. For instance until he was forcefully plucked from home he had never seen any other races except humans, elves, and merfolk. On faerun proper there are many more races to see. Dwarves, gnomes, halflings, tieflings, and others. It is all still quite new and more than a little confusing to him, but he is learning. Blonde hair is something else he had never seen before the pirates came. Every other human he had been exposed too had either black or grey hair. <br><br>Gustavo seemed to be very confident in himself. A confidence that bordered on arrogance, but having strong faith in one's abilities is never a bad thing. In fact Cedevax was impressed by it. He only hoped it wasn't bluster and the man could actually back up his 'sorcerer extraordinaire' claims. The barbarian is a little taken aback when he uses the term sorcerer. As an outlander it's natural, likely even a given that he would be suspicious of magic and any who wield it. Still the Barbarian would give this man the benefit of doubt.<br><br>Gillie or Breakfast as she prefers to be called has a spring in her step and seems absolutely fearless. She barely stands higher that his calf, yet seems to be full of heart. He is confused on her race. Is she is a gnome or a halfling? Either way she seems to be the type of companion one can count on in a pinch. The type of companion that has the skills and wit to keep people alive.<br><br>Of all these new companions Rah confuses him the most. She seems a minstrel of some sort. He never fought alongside a musician before, and it begged the question in his mind if they could fight. Then came that little smile and wink. The party would notice this action with very little trouble and Rah would notice his delayed reaction to her smile. The skin of his face and ears changes from tan to a light shade of red. It's very obvious that he is quite unfamiliar with the social practices of the female. In his tribe it was common for the females to pick their life mates, and it was also not frowned on for multiple females to share a man and occasionally several men, but Cedevax spent much of his time in the wild. He hadn't been chosen as a mate and avoided those ceremonies like the plague. However he now finds himself curious, and the voice of Silvanus invades his thoughts.<br><br><em>"You might well have made a new friend..."</em><br><br>He doesn't react to the voice as he has heard it most of his life. The same voice that told him to hunt in the jungles now seems pleased with his&nbsp; new directions in life, as well as his new companions.<br><br>"Cedevax." He says with a nod and still sporting a nice shade of blush.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>25-05-2017, 03:52:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig05.deviantart.net/bc63/f/2015/355/1/4/iliel_by_tira_owl-d9kwpya.jpg)</div>Belladonna tapped her foot on the ground as she looked between Flake and Glen, "Alright, which one of you did it?" she asked eyeing the mischievous pair. Behind her stood a rather angry looking Orc. Though his intimidating factor was greatly diminished by the daisy now struck in his beard. "I am very sorry my friends have done such a thing. Though to be honest, I think they suit you very well. They match your skin tone wonderfully." she mused softly as the Orc blinked and looked at his reflecting in the large shield he carried. <br><br>"I promise to keep them," As she spoke Flake was nipple at the large Orc's coin purse, "Flake..." she fussed at him as Glen landed on her shoulder seeming to try and play the better brother. 'Oh don't give me that, I know you probably gave him the idea." she sighed and scooped up Flake, "Ple..." she paused as the Orc still seemed enamored with his own reflection. <br><br>Smiling she backed away and slipped further into town. "What will I do with you two?" Bella asked with a soft fit of laughter before finding the Yawning Portal inn. Hoping she wasn't late Belladonna stepped in, a smile playing over her features as people looked to her. Her hips swayed to the song that always seemed to be stuck in her head as she asked for someone to point her in the direction of Huevar. <br><br>"Thank you," she nodded slightly and slipped towards the growing group of people. Flake and Glen each perched on a shoulder now. "Hello, forgive my intrusion I am Belladonna and I do believe I was called here as well. For ah," she padded her sides for the the paper with the acceptance into the internship. But before she could find it Flake and Glen both climbed down her body and stole the paper and hopped to a table that stood next to the group. They spread it and chittered away as if they were even more excited than she was. "Yes that, shush you too." Bella teased and looked to the group, "I hope I'm not too late, I had a very interesting run in with an Orc and daisy's and it held me up a bit." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>28-05-2017, 02:53:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Gustavo_v.jpg)</div><strong>Gustavo Ventus</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1208924)<br><em>Sorcerer 1</em><br><strong>HP:</strong> 8/8<br><strong>AC:</strong> 16<br><hr><hr><br>If he hadn't been so wrapped up in his own bullshitery, Gustavo would have noticed that he was the only one whose Huevar couldn't quite remember. Luckily for his ego, he didn't catch that less-than-subtle detail. Or perhaps he did, and immediately repressed it for his own sake. It was just one of those things that would probably remain a mystery forevermore.<br><br>When the human wench delivered her retort, the Genasi's smile spread all the wider. "So sorry to offend. If it's any consolation, you are plump in <em>exactly</em> the right places, miss...?" He held out for her name, as an actual gentleman would.<br><br>The blond began speaking, giving off an air of confidence he knew far too well; and although he didn't know her in the slightest, he offered her a genuine nod of respect as she carried on. He could recognize a fellow bullshitter when he saw one. Clearly she was going to make a big thing out of her introduction. He could already tell it was going to be good.<br><br><em>"Rha!"</em> She exclaimed, accompanied by a loud and bright flash. Too bright! He recoiled in his chair, covering his eyes with a forearm. "Ahh! Fuckin' shite!" He howled out in pain. This was followed by a low groan as he shut his eyes tight, attempting to recover from the sudden burst of light. "The hells is <em>wrong</em> with--!?" He cut himself off with a very deliberate coughing and clearing of his throat.<br><br>"Apologies..." He said, shaking his head and blinking rapidly as his vision started to clear. "It appears my spectacles have left my eyes a touch sensitive." He looked at the blond full-on, putting on the best facade of an apologetic smile he could muster. It faltered. A lot. "You are...." It legitimately took him some time to come up with a fitting word. "a... spontaneous woman. I like that." He gave a curt yet favorable nod as these words left his mouth. It was a decent enough balance between true and flattering, all things considered. The other 'truths' he had in mind about her at that moment weren't very flattering at all.<br><br>Much to his luck, another adventurer approached their group after his embarrassing little outburst. Looking upon her, he was glad he wasn't left blinded by the entertainer's antics. She had long, flowing hair like a cyan sea; sparkling emerald eyes; a voice like a comforting melody, spilling from soft, full lips; and-- two disgusting rodents perched on her shoulders...<br><br>As if that last part weren't bad enough on its own, she started talking to them. Like they were her <strong><em>friends</em></strong>! Seeing that alone made him shudder unpleasantly. She then said something strange about orcs and daisies that went way over his head, but he flashed a genial smile and nodded along anyway. "Nice to meet you, Belladonna." He stated slowly. "I'm Gustavo."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>28-05-2017, 13:09:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/6a/bd/aa/6abdaae185d09fccd9d98303baa7288f.jpg)</div><strong>Gillie Pussyfoot (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=267889.msg13211389#msg13211389)</strong><br><em>Gnome Rogue 1</em><br><strong>Status</strong>: Normal<br><strong><strong>HP</strong></strong> 8&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>AC</strong> 14<br><strong>PP</strong> 11<br><hr><br>"Is that so, beautiful?&nbsp; Maybe we should get together and discuss what other treats you like in the morning, hm?"&nbsp; She smiled at the pretty brunette and moved closer to nimbly lever herself up and into her lap, taking Huevar's place without an ounce of shame.&nbsp; Nestling in to the available cushion, she glanced at Huevar and smirked, looking rather smug in her comfy seat.&nbsp; Her eyes flicked to the newly arrived pair, glancing from Gustavo to Belladonna.<br><br>Her cocked brow and half-smirk seemed more a resting rogue-face than any indications of her thoughts on the breezy Sylph with the inflated ego, or the airhead with the squirrels.&nbsp; She was probably too distracted by her pretty throne to bother thinking much of them at all, if her head tilting back into pillowy breasts and her eyes rolling back to gaze up at the lovely face was any indications.<br><br>"I'll bet you sing far sweeter than you play, my dear.&nbsp; Do you know any lullabys?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>28-05-2017, 21:09:17</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The human woman's brows lifted a bit at Gustavo's brazenness, though it did bring a smile and rosy blush to her cheeks. She held the lute a little closer. <strong>"I'm Denna, and... thank you?"</strong> It wasn't that she was shy, clearly, but the company was laying it on a bit thick. Rha's magic made her eyes widen in surprise, and she did a quick few strums of the lute, only to get a disappointed pout when it was clear the music was the magician's, and not some gift of talent for herself. She set the lute on the table, only to find her lap once again full of gnome. For a brief moment she looked startled, then smirked, folding her arms around Gillie and giving her a playful cuddle as one might a stuffed bear. <strong>"Are <em>all</em> gnomes so brazen, Huevar?"</strong> she teased, then looked back down to Gilly.<strong> "Oh, I know a few. My ma used ot sing Baleerie Baloo to me when all the time I was little..."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For his part, Huevar seemed to not mind the attention given to the lady at all. <strong>"Only the ones worth a damn, good Denna. You may not know it, but bold gnomes make the world go 'round!"</strong> He pulled a watchlike object from his vest, examining one of the myriad of dials it bears.<strong> "Speaking of which, it look like the Hero of Fallowdeep is either fashionably late, or is off with more heroics. Too bad, I was going to have him sign my lute. You know, I heard he once fought off an althoon with naught but his bare fists and a the promise of a kiss?"</strong> Huevar gives a wistful, clearly startstruck sigh.<strong> "Well. Maybe you run into him on the way."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He waves for the group to join him around the table as he claims a chair for himself, standing in it so that he's at least nipple-height with Cedevax. <strong>"Alright so, most of you have showed up on time. That's good, punctuality is incredibly important."</strong> Says the guy who missed the last appointment due to severe liver damage. <strong>"So here's the deal,. I'm supposed to guide you through a quick, preliminary training process. Orientation, they call it. <em>But</em>, a trio of humans are going down into the well tonight and I've got some money on at least one of them coming back up with no pants. So, you're on your own."</strong> He gave them all a crooked, confident grin. <strong>"You've got this." </strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"So! you're going to take a little trip to the Docks ward, right?"</strong> He uses a little spilled ale on the table to draw a map - not with his fingers, but with magic, the liquid forming nice clear lines as he gestures. <strong>"You're gonna head down Belnimbra's Street and take a left, past Darth's Dolphyntyde."</strong> he paused for a second, sighing over that tavern's name, then continues. <strong>"Then two more lefts, after that. You'll come to a building with Omin's symbol on it."</strong> Here, the ale forms the Acquisitions Incorporated logo. <strong>"All you have to do is go in." </strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"Easy, right? Oh! There's an entrance fee."</strong> he fishes out a coin purse, and tosses each of them a heavy-feeling gold piece. At least, it seems like a gold piece. On closer inspection, it's gold-plated metal, stamped with the AI logo on one side, and Jim Darkmagic's winking face on the other. Also on the AI side is the text <em>"Admit One"</em> while on the Jim side, <em>"Not legal tender in Baldur's Gate."</em><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Denna leaned her head down, pressing her warm lips against Gillie's ear. <strong>"You better come back."</strong> She lifted her green eyes, looking around the group. <strong>"<em>All</em> of you, I mean. You seem like good folk, and I've heard stories..."</strong> Huevar interrupts her with a shushing motion. She might have been talking to the whole group, but it was Gillie that felt the human's fingers slip a key into one of the gnome's many pockets.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>28-05-2017, 23:38:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://artfiles.alphacoders.com/666/thumb-66636.jpg)</div><br>It took a while for the barbarian - Cedevax - to respond to her wink.&nbsp; Once he did, though, he seemed almost...shy?&nbsp; Interesting!&nbsp; Her eyes twinkled with curiosity.&nbsp; Most of the barbarians she met were brutes and savages, living all of life like a flickering torch flame in the wrath of a tornado, bright and beautiful until the end.&nbsp; Was this man different?&nbsp; Everyone had their own story, and she always loved to learn them so she could tell them later.<br><br>Belladonna likewise got a wave, smile, and wink.&nbsp; "Rha," she introduced herself, adding in a gesture to make a chord of the strange instrument but leaving out the lights for now.&nbsp; Always leave them wanting more.<br><br>Or because they just couldn't handle it.&nbsp; Her music was <em>never</em> too loud, but some people were too old, so she had to tune it down.&nbsp; Gustavo was one such man, but at least he appreciated her nature as much as he could.&nbsp; That made her grin.&nbsp; Like all minstrels, Rha loved attention and lived for the applause.&nbsp; "I'll leave the light show for the full act," she said in an offer of negotiation.&nbsp; "But the music stays loud, proud, and rowd...y."<br><br>Rha grinned all the more at the surprise of Denna, but when it turned into disappointment, her expression shifted to apology.&nbsp; As the lute was set down, Rha let the spell fade.&nbsp; She started to pull out her lyre, offering to assist on the Baleerie Baloo song and let Denna sing, when Huevar got to the crux of the situation.<br><br>She caught the coin, looking it over curiously.&nbsp; <em>"Not legal tender in Baldur's Gate."</em>&nbsp; That was unfortunate: she needed more money that would be accepted in Baldur's Gate after a bad bet.&nbsp; Who would have thought that little halfling could run so fast while carrying that big rock?<br><br>Standing up, she said, "Back in a minute!" and slipped off to her room to go get her leather armor and lose the cape for the time being.&nbsp; Once that was done, she came back to the group and gave a nod, ready to go when everyone else was.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>29-05-2017, 02:24:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig05.deviantart.net/bc63/f/2015/355/1/4/iliel_by_tira_owl-d9kwpya.jpg)</div>Belladonna had an air of ease around her, she flowed through the situations handed to her with a sense of exuberant energy. She seemed eager to join the small group, though what she brought to the table was yet to be determined. Her vibrant eyes glanced over to "Oh it's a pleasure to meet you, to meet you all really." she nodded to each in turn, "Oh Rha, with a lovely melody attuned to it." <br><br>Flake and Glen bowed to them all as Belladonna laughed, "Oh yes introductions are in order," she pointed to the flying squirrels, "This is Flake and Glen, my very good friends. And I am Belladonna Periwinkle." Bella finished her introductions with a soft curtsy before nodding and moving in closer to the table. <br><br>Flake and Glen of course followed darting above head to beat her there. As the instructions were given she nodded and looked to the squirrels, "You got that all boys?" she asked smirking softly as they saluted as if they had memorized everything. Bella still took a small bit of paper out and jotted done the directions before taking the coin and tucking it away. "Sounds like an adventure in the making." she nodded not seeming to be afraid of what may happen on their first quest. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomblade403xxx</strong> on <strong>29-05-2017, 08:00:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/00016634_7324.jpg)</div><br>The barbarian listens to the instructions carefully. Anyone paying attention to him can be fairly certain the mental maps of directions Huevar just dropped on you all is completely lost on the barbarian. In fact during that phase of instruction he actually scratches his head and looks confused. He looks up and to the right again as though someone is speaking to him, then nods. Once Huevar is done he gives him a look of disbelief. "You are gambling on a member of another party coming out of the yawning portal without pants?" He pauses only briefly as if he is sizing up the gnome then comes right to the point. "And how much are you betting on our success or failure?"<br><br>He turns to Belladonna and the squirrels and feeds them each some bread from the table {The squirrels not the elf} as he listens to the answer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>03-06-2017, 10:05:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/6a/bd/aa/6abdaae185d09fccd9d98303baa7288f.jpg)</div><strong>Gillie Pussyfoot (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=267889.msg13211389#msg13211389)</strong><br><em>Gnome Rogue 1</em><br><strong>Status</strong>: Normal<br><strong><strong>HP</strong></strong> 8&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>AC</strong> 14<br><strong>PP</strong> 11<br><hr><br>The cuddling from the pretty human brought a smile to Gillie's face, and she smirked at Huevar's comment about gnomes.&nbsp; It seemed she was quite comfortable where she was perched and made no move to vacate the lady's lap, though she did focus more on what the bard was saying.&nbsp; One hand rose to neatly snatch the coin out of the air and she rolled it across her knuckles to inspect both sides, keeping it turning back and forth from index finger to pinky and back again.<br><br>When Denna's words brushed her ear, the coin vanished into her fist and seemed to disappear entirely, as it was gone a moment later when she opened her hand to discretely pat the pocket with Denna's treasure secured within.&nbsp; A smile formed on her lips and she glanced up, murmuring back to her new friend.&nbsp; "Well, with incentive like that, how could I not, Denna?&nbsp; Tell you what...I'll leave this with you, so you <em>know</em> I'll be back for it."<br><br>She lifted her empty hand, palm up, and briefly closed her fingers across it in a flashy ripple that revealed a shiny steel lockpick.&nbsp; "This is my spare, but it's <em>just</em> as important to me as my main one.&nbsp; I'm trusting you to keep it safe for me, lovely, until I can come back and claim it."&nbsp; She rolled the lockpick deftly into her fingertips and reached to slide it into the precious hollow between Denna's breasts, grinning cheekily.<br><br>"Can you do that for me, love??"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 09:20:34</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Huevar looks wounded. <strong>"Good <em>sir</em>, I would never bet against Acquisitions Incorporated assets."</strong> He sniffs his large nose indignantly, polishing the collar of his cloak as if quite miffed. <strong>"I simply have inside knowledge that one of the other party is a lass with an affection for small skirts. We gnomes, we know these things, yes?"</strong> he threw a lecherous little wink towards Gillie, who is getting her hand playfully smacked - but not deterred - by Denna. He clears his throat, before looking back to the barbarian. <strong>"Besides,"</strong> he explains, <strong>"if you fail, I don't get paid. Talent finders' fee is quite explicit about that."</strong> he sniffs, then sticks out two thumbs up and a big smile. <strong>"Go team!"</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once Rha had slipped into something impractical and Gillie had finished disarming a booby trap, the lot of you set out towards the northern end of the Docks District. It's not as seedy as you might think, at least away from the waterfront. a lot of warehouses, small shops, and the sort of dive bars that cater to young nobles who don't <em>actually</em> want to go to a dive bar (The Waxed Staff is hosting <em>Match In Dragons</em> - you've never heard of them.) Huevar's directions pan out, and you find yourselves in a dingy, cobbled alleyway, looking at a heavy wooden door, just like every other wooden door you passed on the way, except for a brass plate over a keyhole, bearing the Acquisitions, Inc logo.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;What now?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 13:46:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://artfiles.alphacoders.com/666/thumb-66636.jpg)</div><strong>Rha</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=267889.msg13217765#new) - HP 10/10 - AC 13 - Passive Perception 12<br><br>The cute blue-haired elf had some flying squirrels who got introductions as well, and Rha gave both them and her a wave of greeting.&nbsp; Then she went off to change into her leather armor.<br><br>After coming back, she followed along with the group, moving through the streets in the reasonably simple directions.&nbsp; Upon reaching the door, she slid the coin up into her fingers, knocking politely and having it ready for whoever answered.&nbsp; "Hey in there," she said.&nbsp; "Huevar sent us."&nbsp; She had the coin ready to display and offer.<br><br>This was her big chance, and she couldn't help but grin.&nbsp; Once she got properly signed up, no one would be able to make it through the legalese and force her to head back home.&nbsp; She was going to get to have adventures about seducing succubi, gutting genies, dealing death to dragons, and also articulately alliterating.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 18:43:08</strong>
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				There is no reply to Rha's knock. The only activity they can hear is that of a rodent scurrying about in the alley corner behind them. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 19:25:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/6a/bd/aa/6abdaae185d09fccd9d98303baa7288f.jpg)</div><strong>Gillie Pussyfoot (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=267889.msg13211389#msg13211389)</strong><br><em>Gnome Rogue 1</em><br><strong>Status</strong>: Normal<br><strong><strong>HP</strong></strong> 8&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>AC</strong> 14<br><strong>PP</strong> 11<br><hr><br>The trip to the docks was a pleasant walk, except for the scent of funky cheese and pretension wafting through the open doors of the fake dives full of easy marks.&nbsp; She'd spent quite a bit of time in such places discussing the relative merits of unleavened bread versus leavened bread with a morose elf wearing a scarf in the middle of the summer who claimed to be sensitive to yeast, or hearing all about how an Aasimar with a soul patch had liked Yvi the Bard before she had become cool.&nbsp; Honestly, she considered that method of thievery far more work than picking pockets, but those sort of nobles inevitably carried far more gold than necessary and were so self-involved they never noticed her stealing as long as she kept them talking.<br><br>She watched the bard try to gain them entrance, arching a brow when it didn't work, and turning at the rustling from behind them.&nbsp; Her brow arched and she moved silently toward the sound of the rat, fingers flexing as she warmed them up.&nbsp; While she wasn't as quiet as she'd have liked to be, rats were kind of oblivious unless it involved food, so she managed to creep up on it undetected.&nbsp; She snatched the filthy beast up with both hands, blinking when it just kind of dangled in her grip looking vaguely resigned.<br><br>"Huh...well, that was easy."<br><br>She turned back to the door and walked up close, gripping the rat firmly with one hand and drawing Peanut Butter with her free hand.&nbsp; She held the rat up high at the door and pointed the dagger at its head, putting on her most srs bznz, mean mug and gruff tone.<br><br>"Open up, or the rat gets it!"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Stealth to sneak up on the rat : Summary: At 2017-06-07 12:01:54, Gillie (uid: 24594) rolls: 1d20a7 Result: 14 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=103914)<br><br>Full Result: Gillie rolled: 1d20, adding 7 to the total<br>Comment: Stealth<br>Result: 7, <br>Total: 14<br><br>Acrobatics to snatch the rat : Summary: At 2017-06-07 12:03:34, Gillie (uid: 24594) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 22 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=103915)<br><br>Full Result: Gillie rolled: 1d20, adding 5 to the total<br>Comment: Acrobatics<br>Result: 17, <br>Total: 22<br><br>Contested Strength roll vs Rat : Summary: At 2017-06-07 12:15:22, Gillie (uid: 24594) rolls: 1d20a-1 Result: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=103917)<br><br>Full Result: Gillie rolled: 1d20, adding -1 to the total<br>Comment: Strength<br>Result: 8, <br>Total: 7<br><br>Intimidation roll for scary face and growly voice : Summary: At 2017-06-07 12:21:50, Gillie (uid: 24594) rolls: 1d20a1 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=103918)<br><br>Full Result: Gillie rolled: 1d20, adding 1 to the total<br>Comment: Intimidation<br>Result: 7, <br>Total: 8</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 19:51:04</strong>
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				The rat is pudgy. Grey around the muzzle. Three legs, half a tail. It has had an unfortunate life. Hell it's mom probably named it whatever the rat version of "Doyle" might be. It indeed looks resigned, one beady eye - the only one it has - eyeballs Gillie. Did it just sniffle?<br><br>The door remains impassive, towering over the gnome and her captive. Maybe no one's home.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 22:55:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig05.deviantart.net/bc63/f/2015/355/1/4/iliel_by_tira_owl-d9kwpya.jpg)</div>Belladonna Periwinkle Princess of the Enchanted Woods. <br><em>Moon Elf Druid</em><br><strong>Status:</strong> Normal<br><strong>HP:</strong> 10 <strong>AC:</strong>14<br><hr>Belladonna looked to the barbarian looking man and smiled. She had never been one to judge a book by its cover. And the fact that he shared a small bit of food with both of her little friends spoke wonders for him. Flake and Glen of course nibbled the offering with a series of squeaks and chitters in thanks. But it seemed the pairs attention was soon caught by Rha. <br><br>Both Flake and Glen darted over to her and stroke what one could call handsome poses. Flake pushed Glen aside though and brushed his small paws over his furry head and winked at her. But was suddenly pounced by Glen, Flake of course wasn't going to allow that and turned on his brother as the pair began to tussle. "Oh my," Bella huffed and reached forward, "boys...boys...we are trying to make a good impression." she fussed softly holding one in each hand. They fussed for a moment longer before huffing and looking away from each other. Bella laughed softly and slipped one in each of the pockets on the front of her clothing. <br><br>Once they arrived at what seemed to be the right place they knocked but no one seemed to answer the door. But before Bella could suggest anything Gillie scooped up a rather depressing looking rat and began scolding it. "Hey now, you get more with honey then vinegar you know. No need to hurt anyone over a locked door." she reached forward gently pet the rough looking beast. "We are from the Acquisitions Incorporated, we have these coins to pay our way." Bella flashed her coin before looking closer at the door. "Did we try and see if the door is open?" Bella gently moved forward to try and open the door, after all they were supposed to be there. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>08-06-2017, 05:18:10</strong>
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				The door is in fact locked. It does rattle a bit on its hinges when Belladonna tries it though. Maybe this is part of the recruitment process!<br><br>meanwhile the rat is still hanging by the scruff in Gillie's fingers. It accepted the elf's petting with all the resignation of an old tired dog.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomblade403xxx</strong> on <strong>08-06-2017, 07:15:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/00016634_7324.jpg)</div><br>The barbarian keeps a scrutinizing eye on anything that looks like trouble as they walked to the directed location. He didn't speak much to his fellows as there wasn't much to say. He knew one thing was for certain. Acquisitions Incorporated would be testing their recruits. Their mettle, their skills, as well as their loyalty. Thus his heightened state of caution. He wished their were odds against them as there was on the other party. He would've bet some of his hard earned gold on the success on himself and his fellows. <br><br>Looking around he saw stout hearts, strong wills, and people who would never quit. This is what makes the difference when the chips are down and the deck is stacked. There are those who quit&nbsp; under pressure and those who excel. If he had a mountain of platinum and jewels, he would bet it all on their success. <br><br>Once they reached the door and found it locked, his first instinct was to kick it off it's hinges and stride inside. However he is not alone and among his new friends is perhaps one with the ability to filibuster a lock. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>08-06-2017, 21:31:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://artfiles.alphacoders.com/666/thumb-66636.jpg)</div><strong>Rha</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=267889.msg13217765#new) - HP 10/10 - AC 13 - Passive Perception 12<br><br>Rha stepped aside to let the others do their thing, and Gillie...found herself a rat.&nbsp; Not Nibblish, though, just an ordinary rat that ratlike things.&nbsp; Unfortunate, but there it was.<br><br>She frowned as Belladonna got to work on the handle.&nbsp; "Oh, come on!&nbsp; We're adventurers now!"&nbsp; She put her hands on her hips in an overdramatic pout.&nbsp; "We can't just turn the knob like a bunch of commoners."&nbsp; However, Belladonna proved it was locked.<br><br>After that, Rha grinned as she glanced to the barbarian, who...didn't kick the door down.&nbsp; Maybe he wasn't that kind of barbarian; Rha hoped she wasn't stereotyping.&nbsp; Or maybe he just needed more ale in him.&nbsp; Ale made everything fun.<br><br>"...o...kay...Gustavo, any spells for turning doors into peanut butter?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>09-06-2017, 07:36:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Gustavo_v.jpg)</div><strong>Gustavo Ventus</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1208924)<br><em>Sorcerer 1</em><br><strong>HP:</strong> 8/8<br><strong>AC:</strong> 16<br><hr><hr><br>"Ha! Stand aside, ladies and gentleman. I've got this." This announcement came with all the presence and bluster of the protagonist in a stage play. Turning knobs and kidnapping horrid rodents were cute attempts at defeating their foe, the door. But he knew one tactic that triumphed over almost all others: Burning things!<br><br><em>Once the door was clear, he would prepare himself, and with a flourish as unnecessary as it was deft, cast the cantrip, Fire Bolt.</em><br><br>This door stood no chance...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Damage: 8</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Gust rolled: 1d10<br>Comment: FireBolt<br>Result: 8, <br>Total: 8</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>09-06-2017, 10:36:55</strong>
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				The door dodges!<br><br>No, not really. Gustavo's fire blasts it apart into smoking flinders, showering the inside in hot splinters. if anyone takes the time to check, the doorway on the inside has old scorchmarks, lots of repaired plaster, several sets of holes where other hinges used to be, crowbar scrapings, and a "Kilroy Was here" drawing. This is clearly not this door's first rodeo.<br><br>Inside is a small windowless room, currently unlit and a bit smoky. An unmanned desk&nbsp; is to one side, covered in a layer of dust, a fake plant tipped over on top and papers scattered over the floor around it.&nbsp; <br><br>Across from the desk is a cheap wood cutout of Jim Darkmagic, wielding his two wands, and a notice stating "you must be <em>this</em> tall to proceed!" One assumes this would be the lower of the two wands, which <em>should</em> be at about gnome height - except that hand has been broken off and the wand it holds driven through Jim's knee, so apparently minimum entry height is gnome waist-height. Also someone has drawn a curly mustache on him.<br><br>At the far end, across from the door is a metal turnstile and a hall beyond that. Beside the turnstile is a slot feeding into the wall saying "insert tokens here." On the other side, set into the wall is a face made of stone; bald, a slightly beaked nose and pointed ears. It's a bas relief of Omin Drahn, with a metal grille where his mouth should be. Someone has pasted a wad of cat fur under his nose to create n awful-looking mustache.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>12-06-2017, 21:15:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig05.deviantart.net/bc63/f/2015/355/1/4/iliel_by_tira_owl-d9kwpya.jpg)</div>Belladonna Periwinkle Princess of the Enchanted Woods. <br><em>Moon Elf Druid</em><br><strong>Status:</strong> Normal<br><strong>HP:</strong> 10 <strong>AC:</strong>14<br><hr>Belladonna shrugged as Rha insisted that they simply couldn't open the door. It was a door it was meant to be opened and if it was unlocked it would have saved them a great deal of trouble. But it wasn't and before she could suggest they just see if one of them could pick the lock Gustavo stepped forward. She quickly pulled back and away from him and the door as he called for a spell. She gasped softly but found herself surprised at how the blast worked into the room. Clearly this was not the first time someone had blasted their way in. <br><br>Still this did mean that they didn't have to hurt the small rat, so Bella reached over and plucked him from Gillie's hands. Her finger gently scratched his fur as she pulled a hunk of bread from her pocket. "I'm sorry for the trouble little one." she gently placed him down and created a bit of water to wash away a bit of the dirt off of him. "There you go, all handsome again." she patted him gently and turned once more to walk into the main room. <br><br>"Well this place has seen better days.' she laughed softly and pulled out her coin. Looking to the turnstile she laughed softly, "It's like one of those rides at a fair...not that I've ever been to a fair...or on a ride." shaking her head Bella simply stepped forward, Flake and Glen peeking out of her pockets as she placed her coin in the slot as the sign directed and pushed on the turnstile to try and move through it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>12-06-2017, 22:41:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Gustavo_v.jpg)</div><strong>Gustavo Ventus</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1208924)<br><em>Sorcerer 1</em><br><strong>HP:</strong> 8/8<br><strong>AC:</strong> 16<br><hr><hr><br>The door was blasted to pieces, and now lay as useless splinters on the floor. Gustavo turned to his allies, flashing a shit eating grin. He appeared very full of himself, but honestly, he wasn't so sure that was going to work. At least not on the first try. <br><br>He was about to enter when the elf reached for the rat and started making friends with it. Gustavo shivered with disgust at the sight. She bathed the thing in water, but he would have much rather bathed it in flames. Of course, he realized that to do so would be going too far, and would surely make an enemy out of his weird, rodent loving companion. <br><br>And so, he bravely inched away from the tiny creature and entered the desolate room. "True," He said in agreeance with Bella's assessment. "But you must admit Jim's mustache is quite stylish." A grin was plastered on his face as he observed the cutout closely. "It really adds to his mystique."<br><br>He would follow Bella through the turnstile then, inserting his own coin into the slot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>12-06-2017, 23:59:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://artfiles.alphacoders.com/666/thumb-66636.jpg)</div><strong>Rha</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=267889.msg13217765#new) - HP 10/10 - AC 13 - Passive Perception 12<br><br>Gustavo's pride was met with a nod of satisfaction by Rha, along with a smile to Belladonna.&nbsp; "See?&nbsp; I expected Cedevax to kick the door down like a proper adventurer, but..."&nbsp; She gave a shrug as she walked through.<br><br>As she reached the strange device, she put in her coin and pushed the bar to move past, taking it all in as best she could without any real way to see in the dark.<br><br>"Oh, and the squirrels are going to be our mascot, right?&nbsp; Not the rat?&nbsp; I want to say that we don't know where the rat has been, but I can guess.&nbsp; There's a story for every animal, and it's not a fun story to tell at dinnertime."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomblade403xxx</strong> on <strong>13-06-2017, 07:35:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/00016634_7324.jpg)</div><br>"This is a place of civilization I'm told." He said in answer to Rha. "I have been told one knocks on doors, speaks in an even tone, and buys a lady a drink. This has been my understanding of what's expected from those in this thing called civilization." He drops a coin into the slot and goes through the turnstile properly. He looks at the Jim Darkmagic cutout and the words on it with confusion. Eventually he wanders on following the rest. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>15-06-2017, 07:39:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/6a/bd/aa/6abdaae185d09fccd9d98303baa7288f.jpg)</div><strong>Gillie Pussyfoot (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=267889.msg13211389#msg13211389)</strong><br><em>Gnome Rogue 1</em><br><strong>Status</strong>: Normal<br><strong><strong>HP</strong></strong> 8&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>AC</strong> 14<br><strong>PP</strong> 11<br><hr><br>She looked mildly irked that her hostage ploy didn't work, but blowing up the door did, and had generally forgotten about the rat by the time Princess Hydrophobia took it away.&nbsp; She grumbled under her breath, resheathing PB as she stalked after the others through the door.&nbsp; The defacing of Darkmagic brings something akin to a smile back to her lips and she tips the wizard a cheeky salute as she saunters by, glancing around slowly with a suspicious squint.<br><br>"I smell something funny and it ain't the beefcake."&nbsp; She eyed Omin's statue, namely the grille where his mouth was supposed to be, then peered at the turnstile.&nbsp; Arching a brow, she rolled her shoulders and played her coin over her knuckles as she slipped underneath it.&nbsp; Clearly, she lived life on the edge, didn't play by <em>anyone's</em> rules...she was a rebel!&nbsp; Which was why <em>she</em> got all the ladies.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>18-06-2017, 01:12:51</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As they pass through the turnstile, a voice comes through the grille of Omin's mouth. It's a soft, slightly mechanical-seeming female voice, which might be kind og jarring coming from the face of a somewhat portly bald half-elven man. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Welcome... <span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Belladonna Periwinkle... Gustavo Ventus... Priscilla Longfellow... Cedevax...</strong></span>" The mechanical voice halts for a moment as Gillie ducks under the turnstile. <em>Click whirrr</em> "...And <span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Drizz't Do'Urden</strong></span>. Welcome back... <span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Drizzt Do'Urden.</strong></span>" With each name, there's a soft hiss of air escaping,&nbsp; coldness on the back of the hand, as somehow, the Acquisitions Incorporated logo appears in stippled purple dye on the back of everyone's hand. Everyone except Gillie, who gets it on the left side of her face like a rad but ill-considered tattoo. Close examination reveals smaller text, making the logo say "Applicant Intern"<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Your accrued debt balance currently stands at... One... hundred gold dragons... each <em>or</em> an equal exchange... thereof." Wait what? No questions are answered as the voice continues.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Thank you... for... participating in the Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking... program. You may be held liable for... damages to training facilities or employees. Please keep in... mind that your training... process will be monitored... for... quality... control and training purposes. Acquisitions Incorporated is not liable for... any lingering injuries or trauma. Acquisitions Incorporated claims all rights to properties conceived... or crafted in the training facility. if you experience an erection lasting more than... four hours..." A long list of legal disclaimers continue to stream from the grille as the party continues on.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Just beyond the turnstile is a short hallway that ends in a pair of saloon-style doors. A placard over the doorway reads "Deliveries." Beyond the doors is a room made to look like a tavern; a long bar, a fireplace (complete with fire!) many tables, and a set of stairs that lead to an upper balcony. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tranining dummies made of cloth, straw, and wicker are set up at various points around the room. Two patron dummies are at the bar, being served by a bartender dummy whose head has been replaced by a melon that has clearly begun to spoil. Four dummies play cards at a table, though the cards have been scattered across the floor. A musician dummy sits by the fireplace, brandishing a fiddle at the wooden head of the bartender dummy which sits in the flames, though isn't burning. Another dummy sits on the stairs, wooden hands resting suggestively on a broomstick that erupts from between his legs. And a last one leans over the upper railing, weighed down by two more long-overdue melons stuffed into the front of its tunic.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A chandelier hangs in the center of the room, lit candles casting illumination into the otherwise dim room. There is a strange, almost overwhelming aroma of wet dog in the room, as well.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Interning with... Acquisitions... Incorporated is a rare... and prestigious opportunity that requires... more than just the ability to fight AND perform magic AND disarm traps AND fight. AcqInc Interns and fight must also... be able to execute their... duties with a certain degree of flair... and... style.. and fight.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"In this room you... will demonstrate your ability to attack an enemy while using a catchphrase.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"You will and fight be graded on originality and delivery."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>18-06-2017, 01:29:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://artfiles.alphacoders.com/666/thumb-66636.jpg)</div><strong>Rha</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=267889.msg13217765#new) - HP 10/10 - AC 13 - Passive Perception 12<br><br>"Well, it got...three of our names right..." she offered, following along with the group.&nbsp; She didn't seem to be listening to the legal jargon, but she was.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268078.msg13283051#msg13283051">Quote from: Chulanowa on 18-06-2017, 01:12:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"if you experience an erection lasting more than... four hours..."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Then come find me," she interrupted.&nbsp; "I'll put it to good use."<br><br>After taking a look around at all the dummies, Rha refeshed the spell with a gesture and a "Rha," then drew her rapier.&nbsp; Her left hand strummed the air in the strange melody of what she considered to be music.&nbsp; Running up towards the musician, she sliced into the straw at roughly where the heart would be and then withdrew, stepping back and slicing the strings of the fiddle.&nbsp; "You just got outplayed, son."&nbsp; She then sheathed the rapier and awaited her score.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>18-06-2017, 02:17:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/6a/bd/aa/6abdaae185d09fccd9d98303baa7288f.jpg)</div><strong>Gillie Pussyfoot (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=267889.msg13211389#msg13211389)</strong><br><em>Gnome Rogue 1</em><br><strong>Status</strong>: Normal<br><strong><strong>HP</strong></strong> 8&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>AC</strong> 14<br><strong>PP</strong> 11<br><hr><br>She looks more than a touch irked at being mistaken for the drow rogue, her brow furrowing as she casually flipped off the cleric's statue.&nbsp; The fresh stamp on her cheek didn't faze her much, though she drew Jelly to eye her reflection in the blade, smirking a bit.&nbsp; "Eat your heart out, Fifty Cu."&nbsp; Twirling her dagger, she slid it back into the sheath on her thigh and followed the others into the next room, barely paying attention to what the Omin statue was saying.&nbsp; It didn't matter.&nbsp; She was here, she'd signed the contract - sort of - and now they'd done the equivalent of licking something to claim it as your own...the proof was right there on her face.&nbsp; There was no turning back now.<br><br>As the mechanical voice described the rules of the first test, she used the dim lighting, her height and her position at the back of the group to melt into the shadows and start creeping around the room.&nbsp; As Rha was conveniently drawing attention, and likely always would, Gillie crept around the room to the area beneath the stairs.&nbsp; Smiling to herself, ever so impressed with her own flair for the dramatic and panache, she rubbed her hands together, then gripped one of the balcony supports.<br><br>The first few feet were no problem.&nbsp; She scrambled up that pole like a stripper monkey going after a banana wrapped in sweaty singles, but about halfway up she discovered that some asshole had coated the wood with lard or butter.&nbsp; One minute she was a sneaky ninja, and the next she was a flailing stooge clinging to the support with her strong legs as she sloooowly slid back down the pole to the floor.&nbsp; Sitting there a second, still -thankfully- quite well-hidden, she glared up at the balcony.<br><br>That idea scrapped, she rose to her feet and wiped her buttery palms off on her backside, leaving slick handprints on her skin-tight, black pants.&nbsp; Turning, she crouched low to the floor and slinked through the shadows to come up behind one of the dummies at the card table.&nbsp; As she rose to her full height, she drew her daggers and plunged both into the back of the dummy as she whispered menacingly - and with a perfectly straight face.<br><br>"It's Peanut-Butter-Jelly time, motherfucker."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>They're legit rolls!&nbsp; I don't know why the dice roller likes giving me 24s, but I'm not gonna complain.&nbsp; Also?&nbsp; I'm not sure if I did her dual-attack with the daggers right, but it's better to learn on a dummy than in actual combat!&nbsp; I didn't add her bonus in natively on the attacks, because she had advantage on her first attack, so I rolled twice...then 19 actually turned out to be my first roll.&nbsp; On the second, I know she doesn't get to add her bonus to her damage, but I wasn't sure if that applied to the attack roll as well, so I figured adding it after the fact would make subtracting it easier, if necessary.))<br><br>Summary: At 2017-06-17 18:37:53, Gillie (uid: 24594) rolls: 1d20a7 Result: 24 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=104258)<br><br>Full Result: Gillie rolled: 1d20, adding 7 to the total<br>Comment: Stealthing<br>Result: 17, <br>Total: 24<br><br>Summary: At 2017-06-17 18:44:38, Gillie (uid: 24594) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=104259)<br><br>Full Result: Gillie rolled: 1d20, adding 5 to the total<br>Comment: Acrobaticing<br>Result: 5, <br>Total: 10<br><br>Summary: At 2017-06-17 19:02:23, Gillie (uid: 24594) rolls: 1d20 Result: 19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=104260)<br><br>Full Result: Gillie rolled: 1d20<br>Comment: Sneak Attacking<br>Result: 19, <br>Total: 19+5 = 24<br><br>Summary: At 2017-06-17 19:07:23, Gillie (uid: 24594) rolls: 1d20 Result: 19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=104262)<br><br>Full Result: Gillie rolled: 1d20<br>Comment: Sneak Attacking - Bonus Action<br>Result: 19, <br>Total: 19+5 = 24</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomblade403xxx</strong> on <strong>18-06-2017, 09:10:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/00016634_7324.jpg)</div><br>Cedevax looks strangely at the Omin statue as it speaks and the directives it's giving. He looks even more confused as 'Omin' directs them all to attack one of the dummies and use a catchphrase. He then watches as the others attack and shrugs bounding over the bar. Left hand to the bartender. "One Tequila!" Right hand. "Two Tequila!" Left hand again. "Three Tequila!" He then scoops up the dummy and drives it hard into the floor headfirst. The sound of melons popping and wooden limbs cracking as he finishes the line. "FLOOR!" <br><br>Just when you thought he was finished he looks up at the dummy with the big melons hanging over the rail. "Sexy ladies benefit from the fruits of my labors!"<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>18-06-2017, 23:12:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig05.deviantart.net/bc63/f/2015/355/1/4/iliel_by_tira_owl-d9kwpya.jpg)</div>Belladonna Periwinkle Princess of the Enchanted Woods. <br><em>Moon Elf Druid</em><br><strong>Status:</strong> Normal<br><strong>HP:</strong> 10 <strong>AC:</strong>14<br><hr>Bella stayed to the side of the room as they entered. She wasn't impressed with the set up, but she supposed with such a big turn around they needed to have an easy reset on the rooms. Than again she had never really been in a place like this, or in a city with so many people. She had lived within the enchanted woods all her life. With no one but her Granny and her animal friends as companions. But every new experience could lead to something wonderful, at least that was what her Granny used to say. <br><br>So once some of the others had gone she smiled and stepped forward, "You know ladies don't start fights,' she paused and summoned a spark of flames into her hand. She spun gracefully, each step flowed as if she were water gliding over the cold stone setup of the room. Her dress and hair twirled around her in a flurry of light color as she toyed with the flame in her hands. Stopping as she faced one of the dummies at the card table before tossing the flame towards it. "But they can very much finish them." she smiled as the flame struck the straw stuff figure that easily burst into flame. 'I suppose he couldn't handle the hot seat." she laughed softly brushed a bit of her long lush hair back over her shoulder with a smile. Belladonna then paused and looked to the others, "Does that count as two catch phrases?" she asked with a soft laugh. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>20-06-2017, 02:52:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Gustavo_v.jpg)</div><strong>Gustavo Ventus</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1208924)<br><em>Sorcerer 1</em><br><strong>HP:</strong> 8/8<br><strong>AC:</strong> 16<br><hr><hr><br>He watched with a barely contained glee as his new companions performed. Entertaining though it was, it was sad to say he hadn't anticipated this. He'd worked on doing even the smallest things with a certain amount of flair, and coming off as generally heroic, but catchphrases had eluded his preparatory process entirely. Luckily, he had extra time to think while the others went ahead of him.<br><br>When it was his turn, he put on an all too confident grin. It was a shame that he wasn't the first to think of a fire based catchphrase, but fire was his specialty, and he would not back down from it. "I'll cook up something special for you..." He called to the disembodied voice, his own voice exceedingly cool and posh. <br><br>After the requisite vocal and somatic recitations, a mote of flame appeared hovering just inches over the palm of his hand. He first locked eyes on the dummy in the fireplace-- who was surprisingly not on fire. <em>Was that fire even real?</em> He shrugged that thought off, deciding not to test that theory, and approached the broomstick dummy instead. He walked with all the calmness and grace of a man who owned the room. Then, he cocked back his hand... <br><br>...And slapped the<em> absolute shit</em> out of it!<br><br>The flames spread rapidly from the area of impact, burning the dummy beautifully. To his knowledge, he wouldn't be damaged by his own flame, being its source, but even if that wasn't the case, it was a risk he was willing to take. For style! And speaking of style, pain or no, he had a catch phrase to finish:<br><br>"One corpse, well done!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>22-06-2017, 06:34:32</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You just got outplayed, son."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>DING!</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"It's Peanut-Butter-Jelly time, motherfucker."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>DING! </strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Left hand to the bartender. "One Tequila!" Right hand. "Two Tequila!" Left hand again. "Three Tequila!" He then scoops up the dummy and drives it hard into the floor headfirst. The sound of melons popping and wooden limbs cracking as he finishes the line. "FLOOR!" </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>DING!</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Sexy ladies benefit from the fruits of my labors!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Awkward, expectant silence.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"One corpse, well done!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>...Ding...?</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You know ladies don't start fights,'</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>...Ding.<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"But they can very much finish them."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">...ding...!</span><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">'I suppose he couldn't handle the hot seat."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Please, just stop." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The floor is now strewn with busted, smelly melon, smouldering hay, and a busted violin. It's quiet enough that you cna hear rats in the walls. large rats. Possibly professional dancers.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"Your results... have... been tabulated. Please bear in mind ... that... Acquisitions Incorporated... interns... are expected to know... the... difference between a quip... a catchphrase... and a one-liner. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Priscilla... Longfellow... five points. READ ERROR UNKNOWN ENTITY... seven points. Cedevex.... two points. Gustavo... Ventus... five points. Bella... Donna... Peri... Winkle... ERROR ERROR DIVISION BY ZERO SCRIPT RESTARTING..."<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Interning with... Acquisitions... Incorporated is a rare... and prestigious opportunity that requires..."</strong> The voice indeed restarts, introducing them to the principles of this activity and whatnot. However at the far end of the room is a loud click-THUNK and a door slides open into the next hallway. There they find a second closed doorway, labeled "ACQUISITIONS"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomblade403xxx</strong> on <strong>22-06-2017, 07:23:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/00016634_7324.jpg)</div><br>"I'm a warrior not a performing chimp!!" He says loudly after the scores are tabulated and stomps through the room towards the new door. "I don't talk when I fight, cause when the fight has started, the talking part is done."<br><br>He kicks a broken table out of his way and swats a chair to the side. It doesn't seem like it was much of a hit but it flips twice in midair before hitting the bar and clattering to the floor. He pauses and looks around at the room for a moment. Then making a mental headcount to see that all the other interns and pets were behind him before renewing his march to the next door. Perhaps reminding himself that squirrels might find themselves in the path of a flying chair if he isn't careful. <br><br>He gets to the door and studies it carefully. Looking for handles and locks that may keep him from opening the portal. He is at least smart enough to wait for&nbsp; another of his company to lay eyes on the door before opening.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>24-06-2017, 02:51:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://artfiles.alphacoders.com/666/thumb-66636.jpg)</div><strong>Rha</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=267889.msg13217765#new) - HP 10/10 - AC 13 - Passive Perception 12<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268078.msg13292624#msg13292624">Quote from: Chulanowa on 22-06-2017, 06:34:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Priscilla... Longfellow... <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Rha's eyes shifted from side to side, as if trying to figure out who that might be...<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268078.msg13292624#msg13292624">Quote from: Chulanowa on 22-06-2017, 06:34:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">five points. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>...and yet her lips curled into a snarl at the result.&nbsp; Five points?!&nbsp; Only five?<br><br>Before she started to scream something, the tape reset and the next door opened, so Rha went along towards the next room.<br><br>Cedevex likewise showed his annoyance, and Rha frowned for a moment, considering things and glancing to him.&nbsp; "Whenever we come back, though, everyone wants to hear about all the awesome stories we have.&nbsp; It's good advertising."&nbsp; She considered a suggestion, and offered to him, "What about 'My blade is thirsty'?"&nbsp; It wasn't great, but it was all she had on the top of her head.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>24-06-2017, 03:10:54</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I'm a warrior not a performing chimp!!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>DING! <strong>"Cedevex... <em>nine</em> points..."</strong> the voice chimes, even as he's leaving the room. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"My blade is thirsty?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>No such luck for Rha... or anyone else who tries. <br><br>The Acquisitions room door remains closed; clearly scowling at it is not key to opening it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>29-06-2017, 17:15:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://artfiles.alphacoders.com/666/thumb-66636.jpg)</div><strong>Rha</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=267889.msg13217765#new) - HP 10/10 - AC 13 - Passive Perception 12<br><br>After giving the others some time to catch up, Rha opened the door to the next area and peered inside.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [AcqInc] Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>29-06-2017, 23:39:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig05.deviantart.net/bc63/f/2015/355/1/4/iliel_by_tira_owl-d9kwpya.jpg)</div>Belladonna Periwinkle Princess of the Enchanted Woods. <br><em>Moon Elf Druid</em><br><strong>Status:</strong> Normal<br><strong>HP:</strong> 10 <strong>AC:</strong>14<br><hr>Belladonna hears the scores being called out and pouts as hers seem to amount to nothing. She had thought it was an elegant show of her abilities but apparently the inhuman monitor of the efforts thought otherwise. Still she took a breath and would not doubt herself. Not because of one thoughtless creatures words. Flake and Glenn seemed to try and argue against the horrible score but Bella scooped them up. "Shush now, it's ok. We won't let it get us down. Not when we have so much to still do. Remember this is just another adventure in many to come." she pet them both softly and settled them back in her pockets before moving down the hall. <br><br>"I think we all did wonderfully, no matter what score that thing gave us." she nodded softly and followed suit as the others stood before another door. "I wonder what the next room will hold?" she asked as her smile returned to her lips. She held her head high and gently fixed the crown of flowers before Rha opened the door to the next challenge.
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