The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)
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				Title: <strong>The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>19-07-2014, 13:37:09</strong>
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				The shadow of the Great Spire of Farline engulfs you as you reach the 10th gate. In reality the city has dozens of gates but twelve are numbered and the position of the shadow on the large, white marble ‘10’ sculpted into the gatehouse tells you that it is ten o’clock in the morning. Given the weather in Farline is more often than not overcast and the lack of any need for most commoners to know the exact time&nbsp; the gates are little more than interesting sights for tourists, but today the tenth gate at ten o’clock is a perfect meeting place. <br><br><br>Rufus arrives at the exact moment the shadow hits the gate, the elderly dwarf in a cheerful mood and driving a small cart being pulled by a donkey. In the back of his cart, gently wrapped in a small piece of golden cloth, is a relic that needs to be returned to the Abbey of Eternal Night. For whatever reasons you are there to ensure Rufus and the relic make it there.<br><br><br>“Good morning ladies. I hope you’re all ready for a long trip. With any luck it’ll be nice and easy but it never hurts to be prepared you know.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>20-07-2014, 02:11:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Image084.jpg)</div>One of the great things Hanna had discovered about adventuring, few as those things were, was the chance to see new places.&nbsp; Back home in her village, she'd hardly even imagined that such grand places existed.&nbsp; Even castles by themselves were incredible, and she'd had the fascinating chance to see those.<br><br>Thankfully, her reputation for good deeds often gave her a degree of clemency regarding the strict rules and regulations of some places.&nbsp; She never felt truly at home so far away from open grass and the salty sea air, but people didn't give her a hard time about carrying weapons or wearing armor.&nbsp; Back home, there was always a degree of concern when someone came fully armed and armored, even if he didn't mean any harm.<br><br>If not for being able to follow the shadow, Hanna would have been quite late, but the bright sun over the Great Spire pointed the way in conjunction with the marble numeral.<br><br>Noticing Rufus, she offered him a smile and wave, settling into the cart.&nbsp; It was so much easier to stay alert and be ready when the area was brand new, at least from her perspective, since she was still focused on staying every detail.&nbsp; She knew every curve of the safe parts of the coastline by heart, yet she might not have easily noticed if something had been lying in wait there because she wouldn't have been so concentrated in looking.<br><br>She just had to get that ring out of her head.&nbsp; One of the shops had this beautiful golden ring, beset with a pure sapphire.&nbsp; Even if she'd had the money for it, though, that kind of money would be much better off going to other things.&nbsp; The best thing to do was just forget about it.<br><br>"Hi, Rufus.&nbsp; What's the road ahead going to be like?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>20-07-2014, 05:36:11</strong>
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				The hooves of a trained horse and the heels of a vain woman clicked together in the same rhythm as they crested the stone steps that looked out over the 10th gate plaza. It was easy to infer the dignified rider who led the beast for a holy knight- she was a statuesque woman in gleaming mail, the star of Bahamut worn proudly on her gilded shield, the elegant caparison draped over her steed in the same azurite blue and platinum white as the church's vestments. A common mistake, but she had no golden spurs, and her horse was a common one, and there was no polished barding beneath the caparison. Her white half-cape denoted no military rank, only the collar of a lowly priestess. The rest was pageantry.<br><br>"Ready and able, Brother Rufus." Her people had been of the mountains, with voices whose authority rose over the howling winds. "Fear not. Many a brigand has lost heart when they see us riding-" But she stopped short, when she spied Hanna's face. A memory stirred. "I've seen this woman fight. She put her own life in jeopardy to protect the powerless. You are in good hands, Brother Rufus." Across the plaza, she led her steed to them. The protected joints of her mail provided a flair that accentuated small movements- the turn of her wrist in the reins, the straighten of her body when she was faced with a true-blooded adventurer, the gravity of her hips when confronted by an attractive woman. "And so is my charge."<br><br>She had the small, hopeful smile of one anxious to show off a labor of love. Into the cart she placed her bag, and the crescent joints of her mail balanced on the wooden edge so she could speak to Hanna. "A young woman was placed in my care. <em>Points </em>is what she likes to be called." Only out of the rogue's hearing did Juris let herself sound excited about the prospect. She was as hard on Minyche as she was on herself. Had Juris been a mother, already she would be preparing the tot for knighthood. "She has some making up to do for past wrongs, so don't go too easy on her."<br><br>A small bow, for Rufus. Dwarves didn't seem to care for the custom- maybe it was a height thing- but as a representative of one faith greeting another, politics demanded it. She uttered a foreign word of harsh consonants, a greeting used by the dwarves of the lofty peaks, to disclose to Rufus her background and that she spoke the language. It was the polite thing to do.<br><br>"Do we have a fifth?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>20-07-2014, 08:07:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag94/Autocad-E/2f9eba9d50cfed4182076e183121868d_zpsf0668f64.jpg)</div>Following in the wake of the priestess and her horse was a young woman just barely come of age. Elongated, pointed ears and vividly green eyes suggested a not entirely human ancestry. She wore a high-collared black leather jacket and similarly dark pair of form-fitting trousers. Her clothing was worn and threadbare, with some tears in the fabric sewed up crudely, while other rips were left alone - usually those on her thighs, to reveal a glimpse of creamy skin beneath. Contrasting with her dark ensemble was a simple white shirt under the jacket, tied in a knot at the waist to expose her navel. She was well-equipped for a long journey, with a rapier by her side, a bow and quiver full of arrows on her back, and a pack filled with travelling supplies and the tools of her former trade.<br><br>"My name is <em>Minyche</em> Leaf," the half-elf introduced herself sullenly. "You racist hag," she added in a mutter so low that nobody could hear, throwing a look of loathing in Juris's direction. <em>Points</em> was a term used to degrade her elven heritage and pointed ears. It was also a name she allowed her closest friends to use, and none of those present qualified as such. Minyche dumped her pack into the back of Brother Rufus's cart. "Brother," she said with a nod of her head by way of greeting. She was acquainted with him from a few sermons he had given her when she was younger to try to turn her aside from her path of darkness, and while she had no reason to disrespect him, she also had no reason to do what he said... back then. "Hanna", she greeted the fighter next, having heard tales about her before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>20-07-2014, 09:13:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Image084.jpg)</div>Recognizing Juris, Hanna smiled and gave a wave of greeting.&nbsp; It was always good to see a familiar face: it brought back that level of trust, of certainty that things would go well, and an intuitive understanding of combat tactics.<br><br>Obviously Juris felt the same way, because she had quite a few compliments to offer.&nbsp; Hanna ever so gently blushed at the words.&nbsp; To her, the task was simple, something that anyone who spent her entire life building her strength by pounding heated metal into shape.&nbsp; The question only was why more people didn't, and when praise was so easily lauded due to efforts, it was hard to understand why not.<br><br>She never really let herself consider the average lifespan of an adventurer.<br><br>The introduction of the half-elf brought another smile and wave, but with a look of confusion at the different given names.&nbsp; She didn't understand the origin of the nickname - the actual reason being far too obvious and demeaning for her to guess - but an individual seemed a better judge for the nickname they wanted to share with the masses.&nbsp; "Minyche," she said with a nod, but with faint uncertainty in her tone as to whether she'd picked the right name.<br><br>So many people seemed to have multiple names.&nbsp; Growing up, only the few people who visited her village had more than one, leading her to expect that it was an aberration.&nbsp; Perhaps she should see about the process of getting one herself...or perhaps she should wait in case some sort of noble house offered her the use of their own.<br><br>Another possibility occurred to her: one bard had attempted to brand her as The Whirling Death, but she'd hated the title.&nbsp; Points could as easily be something similar that Minyche wanted to put behind her, especially if she was atoning and wanted to live a new life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teo Torriatte</strong> on <strong>20-07-2014, 15:04:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Amerynth_2.jpg)</div>The relatively short journey to the city felt to Amerynth as if she was stepping into an entirely different world. Whereas the dwellings and other structures in her home village were built to exist alongside the nature around them, the settlements of human and other mortal races seemed to exist in complete disregard of nature, if not in spite of it. She had been warned of such but a few of the slightly older girls who had made sure to give her at least a rudimentary understanding of what to expect, but the young elven woman (young by elf standards anyway) still felt overwhelmed by the sights and smells as she wandered back through the plaza gates in search of the tenth one. At least it would be easy to make sure she was on time.. just follow the shadow to the tenth gate.<br><br>As easy as it should have been, the young elven mage ended up just a minute late anyway. Unlike any of the others, the petite elf was not the least bit armored. She was short and slender, with pale skin, her hair and eyes the color of the purest gold. Delicate looking wings that somewhat resembled those of a dragonfly, also gold in color, sprouted from between her shoulder blades. Her top was a simple rectangle of clean white cloth, wrapped around her chest from the back, the ends not quite meeting in the front and then clasped together with a small silver chain, and topped with a strip of scarlet silk tied into a bow just above her modest cleavage. A white skirt was tied somewhat elaborately around her waist well below her midriff, and her feet were completely bare. She carried with her a leather satchel, open with the top of a leather bound tome peeking out.<br><br>"Sorry if I'm late," she said to the already mostly assembled group. Her common had a lilting, musical accent to it, and her expression was pleasant enough if not still entirely comfortable with her surroundings. "Is that the relic you mentioned?" she asked, pointing to the bundle that the dwarven priest carried with him. Then as if suddenly remembering her manners, she swallowed nervously and addressed the group. "I am Amerynth Galanodel, I come from the village of Meadowvale. It is a pleasure to be in your company, and I look forward to assisting Brother Rufus and his charge in arriving safely to the Abbey."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>20-07-2014, 15:34:32</strong>
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				Brother Rufus met each of the girl's greetings in kind, smiling and waving at Hanna, bowing a little towards Juris, nodding and saying "Minyche" with his somewhat rough accent twisting the name just a bit, and saying "Thank you, it is a pleasure to have you with us" to Amerynth.<br><br>With the introductions out of the way brother Rufus pointed his donkey down the cobblestone road towards the city docks. "And so our group is gathered and our adventure begins" he mused as you all pass under the gatehouse. "Where I a younger man I might consider myself incredibly lucky to be in such company, but now I am just pleased to have such stalwart heroes to protect me and the relic." He chuckles quietly to himself and turns to face Amerynth, "That is it dear, you can unwrap it if you like but please do be careful. It is very important to my order." <br><br>The item in question was nothing more than a wooden spoon, roughly crafted and, to be brutally honest, ugly. "Belonged to a saint," Rufus quickly explained. "It's no golden warhammer with a long list of demons and dragons it has slain in the hands of great paladins, but it is very important to us."<br><br><div align="center">* * *</div><br>Rufus lead his donkey down the path at a leisurely pace. The Farline docks where set an hours or so walk from the city along a stretch of coast where the sea is met by cliffs. The waterfront buildings have been built at the very edge of the cliff out of sturdy grey stone and are covered in algae but have otherwise weathered the elements well over the years. The wooden buildings behind the cliff face are worn and in need of repair though. <br><br>As he reached the point where the road began to decline sharply and follow the cliff face down to the piers Brother Rufus points out a small, fast looking ship with three large triage sails and an eagles head sculpted on the bow. "That ship there will take us along the coast until we reach the boarder of the Kingdom of Astwick, from there we will simply follow the Nightmoor River north."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>20-07-2014, 18:52:01</strong>
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				Wings. The last of their number had wings. Dumbfounded at first, her gaze traveled along paths of molten gold, discerning wing from hair from rich complexion. A navel confronted her, and then hands pointing into the cart, and the realization came that she had not even returned the greeting. "Welcome aboard, Amerynth." The bundle was a safe place to rest her eyes a moment, away from surprise wings and flaunted navels. "I'm Juris, an occultist with the Holy Order of Bahamut. If religious relics interest you..." The thought went unfinished. She hadn't planned out her invitation. Already they would be spending days or weeks together on the road. What more was there possibly to propose?<br><br>"This is <em>Minyche, </em>I suppose." She tipped her head with the unasked question of whether this was now the name she ought to use. It did not wound her that the rogue seemed to hate her- a Golden Canary needed much thicker skin than that. Though there were no golden spurs on the stylish heel that stepped into her mount's stirrup, she still took those lessons to heart. It was a draft horse, her steed- bred thick and strong, tall as a man at the withers, not trained as a warhorse but muscular enough to look the part. He could carry a fully armored mountain of a man. To carry Juris posed no problem at all- there was no complaint as she situated in the saddle. "You can share the saddle with me, should your legs tire," she told her irreverent charge. "It will be a long walk."<br><br>~ ~ ~ ~<br><br>But she was wrong about that, because the ride was only an hour before Brother Rufus pointed out the boat that would take them. It must have been clear from the way she avoided looking at the dockside shanites that Juris had not come from a place like this. "I have no experience with ships, Brother Rufus. I should stay well out of the crew's way, somewhere belowdecks." Carefully, reins taut, she guided her horse down the slope. That the beast weighed nearly a ton helped his footing- the earth could not nimbly shrug off such an animal with just an incline, or fierce wind, or tundra ice. Iron-clad hooves dug into the earth in places where the damp coastal air made the path slippery.<br><br>Her charge, she was led to believe, came from a neighborhood like this one. A poor place, an unplanned place, random, born of necessity. A vain woman's gaze averted from the poverty as though she were trying not to see the city with its pants around its ankles. She kept her sympathies to herself. "Astwick. Is there anything we should know about it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>21-07-2014, 06:01:55</strong>
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				"Astwick? Why it's a wonderful country. You've never been? Lots of beautiful open fields for their horses, which are breed to be the finest heavy cavalry in the world you know. Most Palladians steeds come from Astwick."<br>Brother Rufus shot Juris a smile and continued.<br><br>"They are a wonderfully inventive people too, the Astwinians. Why they invented the first crossbow. And I even once met a man from there with a device he used to tell the time even more accurately than our fair city gates. Although one should always keep a close eye on his, or her, purse in their cities."
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				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>22-07-2014, 02:06:17</strong>
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				Minyche stared at the latest arrival, her jealous gaze focused on the elf's wings. Wings, which she might have of her own, if only one of her parents - she didn't even know which one - hadn't been a human-loving slut. Probably her good-for-nothing baby-abandoning mother, she thought, if blondie's clothes, or rather the lack thereof, was any indication. Minyche found herself clenching her fists tightly. "Points," she introduced herself to the elf, if only to mess with Juris's mind. "And I don't need no horse," she added to the cleric.<br><br>The half-elf was momentarily intrigued by the unwrapping of the relic, and just as quickly lost interest when it turned out to be nothing more than a useless spoon instead of some golden jewel-encrusted artifact. She avoided staying too close by Juris and instead walked along by Hanna's side. "Tell me a story," she asked the woman, "about how you saved your hometown!"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>22-07-2014, 04:26:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Image084.jpg)</div>So this was what an elf was like in her native habitat.<br><br>Hanna had met a handful of elves before, often wanderers and explorers, but many had taken to human customs and patterns.&nbsp; Did all elves dress so beautifully?&nbsp; Perhaps Hanna should consider doing the same, at least for days when such clothes wouldn't chafe against her mail.<br><br>Nevertheless, she offered a smile and wave of greeting to the elf.&nbsp; "I'm Hanna.&nbsp; Nice to meet you."<br><br>The mention of a spoon brought a simple nod from Hanna.&nbsp; "Gold armor and weaponry are seriously overrated.&nbsp; My grandfather had to make a set of golden plate mail, and he said it was practically worthless in an actual fight.&nbsp; Unless it's enchanted, I guess, but enchanting something means it's not really the object itself doing stuff, right?"<br><br><hr><br>The sight of the boat brought a smile to Hanna's face, not only because it meant the lack of walking, but because&nbsp; she'd only gotten to ride on an actual boat a handful of times, and it was more a raft or a canoe than a big ship like this.<br><br>Once they settled in, she could see about removing her armor.&nbsp; One thing she knew about being on a ship was that armor was a very bad idea; it was way too easy to go overboard, and then she wouldn't be able to swim with the weight of the mail.<br><br>Minyche's request to hear the story brought a sharp blush to Hanna's face, and she wasn't sure where to begin.&nbsp; "Sure...Points?"&nbsp; Her tone was definitely unsure this time, going along with the new introduction without really understanding the reason for the change.<br><br>It soon became clear, though, that she was horrific at story telling.&nbsp; "So, um, there's this part of the coast that nobody goes to.&nbsp; Things happen and people don't always come back.&nbsp; So these skeletons came, and people didn't know what to do.&nbsp; I got my armor, and Theo came also, and we went out and fought with them."&nbsp; Her eyes drifted away.&nbsp; "Theo didn't come back, though," she said, a sad memory but one that had been given time to heal.<br><br>Bards had no doubt told the story, but they had a habit of exaggerating.&nbsp; Still, they sounded so much better than this humble fighter's attempt to give a recounting of the tale.&nbsp; "Everyone was really happy," she added, then quickly amended, "but it was sad about Theo.&nbsp; Just, they didn't think that either of us would make it back."<br><br>It was one of the things that bothered her whenever she had to think about it.&nbsp; Theo had been just as brave; why wasn't he included by the bards?&nbsp; Why did they claim that she went alone against a hundred when it had only been half a dozen?&nbsp; Maybe if Theo had been the one with the chain mail, he'd be the one coming back and hearing all the stories.
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				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>25-07-2014, 03:34:32</strong>
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				"Sounds like the lad died a hero" offers Rufus with a half smile.&nbsp; He then turns his attention back to the ship and leads you all on board.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The wind hits you like a wall as you step off the somewhat sheltered peir into the completely exposed deck. The sailors are all human, though larger and rougher looking than those you would find in Farline. Their captain is a bear of a man with a shaggy black beard that seems to join seamlessly with his chest hair. He has a booming voice capable of being heard over the howling wind as he welcomes you all aboard and pats you all in the arm with his meaty hands. <br><br>The deck of the ship is cold, windy and spartan with sailors running in every direction. No matter where you stand you seem to be in the way, though they seem to go to great pains to avoid saying so to Juris and they really don't mind it when Amerynth is the one in their way.<br><br>Below decks the ship is much calmer and surprisingly nice. There is a gentle sway to the ship but its warmer and there is no wind. Its bigger than you'd have thought from looking at it, with enough space for all of you and your animals, though Rufus has to leave his cart. He has gotten himself a private room that anyone other than a dwarf would consider cramped, the four of you have a much bigger room to share though with 4 small beds and space to put all your belongings. The relic Rufus decides to keep on him at all times and suggests at night you should all take turns standing guard just in case.<br><br>Following you onto the ship are other passengers, a couple of human families with younger children, another male dwarf who looks like he has been in the road a long time, and a rougish looking human with the hint of a smile permanently fixed to the corner of his mouth and bits of leather armour visable under his shirt.<br><br>With no pomp or ceremony the ship pulls out of the port barely half an hour after you step aboard and you're out in open sea before the sun sets. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teo Torriatte</strong> on <strong>25-07-2014, 08:13:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Amerynth_2.jpg)</div>"Nice to meet you, Juris. Yes I am interested in all things magical..." her lilting voice trailed off as the dwarf revealed what the relic actually was. She tilted her head, confusion in her golden gaze. She wasn't sure if its mundane nature made it more or less interesting. Perhaps less so in that it wasn't (or at least didn't appear to be) magical, but then the fact that such an ordinary object could hold such significance perhaps made up for it.<br><br>"Intriguing..." she whispered in genuine respect for the importance that Rufus seemed to place on the spoon. "I should like to hear some time why it is the spoon is so treasured."<br><br>She tilted her head again as the elfkin reintroduced herself. "Points..." she golden haired elf bit her lip. "That's not because of your ears, is it?"<br><br>Amerynth fell silent as Hanna told her story. It may have been rough in the telling but the events themselves were interesting enough on their own merits. Her wings seemed to droop a little when it was revealed that Theo didn't return. "I'm so sorry for your loss, Hanna, I agree with brother Rufus, it sounds like his was a noble sacrifice."<br><br><hr><br>On the boat, Amerynth did try her best to stay out of the way. The way that some of the much larger and rougher looking male humans looked at her made the petite elf more than a little nervous.. she might have been a virgin, but she wasn't completely naive.. she knew what those looks likely meant that they were thinking. So it was that she was fairly scarce on the deck, only peeking up from time to time to get a look at the water and a bit of fresh air before she would retreat back to the girls' room.<br><br>When she had a moment with all the other girls, she sat back in her bed, her skirt hiked up along her thighs as she crossed her legs. "I think Rufus might be right, we should take turns keeping watch at night. I've never had to trust my safety to anyone like this before, but those men..." she swallowed nervously, "and even a few of the passengers seem a bit less than savory. I know we are all still practically strangers as well, but I feel like I can trust you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>25-07-2014, 18:29:14</strong>
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				It took a steady grip in the reins to lead her nervous steed across the gangplank and onto the ship, but Juris had a strong will and the toned muscle immortalized in classical sculpture. She led the beast across the deck, where its restless snorting helped clear a path belowdecks, through the rough sailors. But even without the horse, her confident body language promised swift and severe punishment for untoward advances. She was unafraid even to go alone down into the hold, and take the time to break apart a bale of hay for her horse's bedding. Each day she would come down and tend to him, but a four cot room was no place for a draft horse to stay.<br><br>And a trip by boat was no place for full armor.<br><br>When she returned to the room, she was already unfastening the straps of her armor. "I'm not blessed with the night eyes of you or my charge. I should take a daylight watch." Her mail unfastened to free sloped and natural breasts, and her cape unclasped from her finely muscled shoulders. The perspiration of carrying more than a hundred pounds of equipment beaded on her skin as she unfolded a change of clothes from her bag. "if the other passengers worry you, I'll be happy to overlap my shift with yours, Amerynth."<br><br>A clinging white dress shirt, more than illustrative of the form beneath it, slinked onto her shoulders. Tiny white buttons fastened almost invisibly down to her navel but no farther. "I find sailors are a little more couth when in the presence of a holy woman." Her raven hair was always kept in check by her armor, and without it, full voluminous body came quickly. A hundred brushes each day to keep it shining and straight and pooled like silk across her shoulders. "Often it's harmless, though. The attention they give you is something some women would savor." Her voice was not jealous, but curious, and always composed, even when she was taking off her pants in the company of women she barely knew.<br><br>Mail greaves unfastened to expose long legs, bare except for the interruption of underthings designed to cover the essentials but nothing more, too skimpy to be believed. It was a while of sitting at her cot with her legs crossed, mirroring the elf and enjoying the draft of sea breeze brought into their private room, before she began to put on her stockings and skirt. "I could take it or leave it," claimed the woman with the form-fitting armor designed to encourage that lecherous attention. She stretched her toes out to slip into her heels, and was dressed to walk the ship in comfort.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>25-07-2014, 22:40:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Image084.jpg)</div>So this was what an elf was like in her native habitat.<br><br>Hearing the full elf's explanation for the term Points - a word that Hanna had already, albeit mistakenly used, made her blush a bit.&nbsp; Then again, maybe it was meant to be pride in her heritage?&nbsp; Even so, Hanna didn't feel right using it, and made a mental note to stick to the proper name.<br><br>At the affirmation of Theo's deeds, she nodded.&nbsp; "Well, yeah, but..."&nbsp; Hanna had to think on how to explain.&nbsp; "I'm remembered and I lived.&nbsp; All I gave was some of my time.&nbsp; Theo gave his life to the task and gets forgotten.&nbsp; It's not right.&nbsp; It's not fair.&nbsp; If anything, Theo should be the one getting songs sung about him, not me."<br><br><hr><br>After her armor was off to reveal the simple peasant's clothing beneath, she tucked away most of her things at her personal space.&nbsp; The only major things she kept were her flail and shield, just in case they got boarded or something.<br><br>"I can take one of the daylight watches," she said, but Hanna was also willing to work in helping out the sailors in maintaining the ship.&nbsp; It was something she always wanted to learn, and she was strong enough to do so, even if her smithy-hardened muscles only showed when she flexed her arms in specific ways.<br><br>She had a practiced ease in shimmying up and down the riggings once she had an hour or so of practice, and her dress was long enough to protect her modesty.<br><br>The discussion soon turned to amorous affairs, something with which Hanna had scarce little experience.&nbsp; During her coming-of-age ceremony, one of the men had gotten a little too drunk and a little too randy, but dealing with him had scared off many of the other, kinder men.&nbsp; She had some interest in women as well, but she also wanted to have children someday, and she wasn't sure how the two would work together.<br><br>She was pretty good at keeping such thoughts pretty professional and unnoticed most of the time, but every once in a while, someone in the party might catch her peeking...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>26-07-2014, 10:39:12</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Points..." she golden haired elf bit her lip. "That's not because of your ears, is it?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Oh, no, of course not!" Minyche reassured Amerynth, her tone filled with cheer to the point of sarcasm. "It's a little embarrassing to tell, but I have these really pointy nipples, and one time a girl poked her tongue while sucking on them and thpoke with a lithp like thith for a week." She leaned forward to whisper in the elf's long pointed ear, "If you want to find out yourself, just ask me anytime."<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Sounds like the lad died a hero" offers Rufus with a half smile.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"No, he's dead and still a nobody," Minyche corrected him quietly. "Hanna's the one whose alive and a heroine. That's the way the world works. Win, and the world's yours; lose, and you lose it all."<br><br><br><hr><br>"Guess I'll stay up all night making sure the sailors don't get any funny ideas while everyone else's sleeping. Yay for being able to see in the dark!" Minyche stretched, spread-eagled, on her assigned bunk in the girls' shared cabin. "I'm counting on you to keep me safe from being raped in broad daylight while I sleep," she tossed the comment offhandedly in Juris's direction, hoping to get a reaction out of the holy woman. Not that she would wait for it - her attention turned to more pleasant things, like the way Amerynth's skirt was hiking up to reveal her smooth thighs, or Hanna stripping off her armour. And, she had to admit to herself, though she would never say it out loud, that what Juris wore beneath her armour looked rather nice too. Minyche was glad that her usual attire was light enough that she didn't have to play the part of an impromptu stripper, though depending on who asked, she decided that might not be adverse to the thought.<br><br>The half-elf adapted somewhat suspiciously easily to the routine of going to sleep in the morning when the rest of the ship was waking up, only getting up in the late afternoon and staying up until her watch through the night ended. During her free hours, she could sometimes be found high in the rigging, watching the progress of the ship through the waters from the crow's nest. More often, though, she had her Three-Dragon Ante set out to try to introduce Amerynth and Hanna to the game, or taking on challengers whether they be the other passengers or some off-duty sailors.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>31-07-2014, 04:11:45</strong>
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				The first couple of days at sea progressed quickly. There was plenty to learn about ships and sailing, the coast line was still in sight and the sailors where all very friendly.<br><br>The other passengers kept to themselves but the dwarf struck up a friendship with Rufus and the two spent many hours talking about their dwarven homes. <br><br>The meals where lackluster and there was little to drink but water, but no one went hungry. Rufus and the other dwarf made a habit of eating twice as much as everyone else at breakfast and dinner then skipping lunch and both acted as if you where all strange for needing to stop and eat in the middle of the day.<br><br>The sailors seemed happy to play cards with Minyche and tried to coach the other girls as well. They weren't entirely familiar with her variant of the game but they clearly knew their card games.<br><br>By the third day the tedium of the journey began to set in. The coast had disappeared and the sailors got over the initial novelty of having some pretty girl's on board as they had to fight stronger winds and tides. <br><br>In the middle of the third night you're all woken by Minyche, screaming "MURDER! HELP!"<br><br>Outside your cabin both she and the lone human passenger are brandishing daggers. Rufus emerges from his room armed only with a night gown and a wooden plate while the man has reinforced leathers. A sailor begins running towards the scene while Minyche swings for the man.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">combat time, post in any order but include an init roll in your first post, I don't have the man's AC in front of me right now, I'll edit that in when I get home, until then feel free to roll an attack and damage for me to use if it hits when I check later. <br>We won't be too strict with init, whoever posts first goes first, but if he rolls 17 and you roll 3 he'll swing back before dying.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>31-07-2014, 06:13:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Image084.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Initiative 17</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: AndyZ rolled: 1d20, adding 1to the total<br>Comment: Initiative<br>Result: 16, <br>Total: 17<br></div></div>Some sounds brought a distinction all their own, forcing Hanna into action.&nbsp; She sprang from the bed in her nightdress, not having nearly enough time go for her armor but able to get her flail and shield in hand.&nbsp; Her armor was a major talent to her fighting prowess, but for the time being, she'd just have to go without.<br><br>Even though she wasn't certain what was going on, she was more than capable of using her flail to knock the man unconscious before anyone got really hurt.&nbsp; Dashing forward, she spun her full weight into the attack but went for just under his ribs, intending on sending him across the deck but without breaking bones or knocking him overboard.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Attack 19 Damage 8</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: AndyZ rolled: 1d20, adding 5to the total<br>Comment: Attack<br>Result: 14, <br>Total: 19<br><br>Roll Result: AndyZ rolled: 1d8, adding 3to the total<br>Comment: Damage<br>Result: 5, <br>Total: 8<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>31-07-2014, 10:13:14</strong>
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				The man lets out an high pitched shriek, more like that of a large bird than a man, and backs away as Minyche and Hanna hurt him. He swings wildly in an attempt to defend himself and hits nothing but air. He backs away from the cabin and the girls, glancing over his shoulder at the empty hall behind him. The smile that had been a permanent fixture on his face for the last few days was replaced with a grimace and a furious look in his eyes. <br><br>Running down the other side of the hall was the sailor, frantically asking what was wrong, while Rufus still seemed half asleep but held his plate menacingly. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Init 17<br>Attack roll 10, failed miserably.<br>AC was 11 by the way, so both have hit.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>31-07-2014, 19:14:15</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Initiative 6</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Dhi rolled: 1d20<br>Comment: Initiative for Juris<br>Result: 6,<br>Total: 6</div></div><br>In a breezy white chemise and little else, Juris woke from her cot. This place was almost completely unfamiliar, but months of sleeping on inn beds and at local temples had trained her mind to react quickly to surprise surroundings in the dead of night. The weight of her shield against searching fingers was a familiar comfort, hoisted to her arm and strapped down as she began to move in her bare feet. Nearby she kept her warhammer, too, but a cry of <em>murder, help </em>demanded quick action. Juris was a healer, she was a defender of the innocent, and to fulfill that role she needed only her shield, and her healing hands.<br><br>Her eyes were already adjusted to the dark from having been asleep. She need only see the familiar silhouette of Minyche to recognize the young woman she was charged with looking after. To her other side was a man armed with knives, and it was clear which way her shield should face. "Are you hurt?" The shield raised to the armed man promised a moment of protection, but only that. She was not in her armor, she was not armed, a moment's surprise was all that she had in her favor. There were families aboard. There were children.<br><br>Hanna might have hesitated to send the man overboard, but Juris did not. Yesterday, this man had admitted to her that he did not know how to swim. If the sea had been to his back, she would have sent him into it. But since there was only the narrow hall of the deck, she swept out with a long and toned leg and punched forward with her shield, to take his feet out from under him.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Athletics check to shove</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Dhi rolled: 1d20, adding 4to the total<br>Comment: Athletics check<br>Result: 10,<br>Total: 14</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Shoving a creature</div><div class="spoiler_body">You make a Strength (Athletics) check contested by the target's Strength (Athletics) or Dexterity (Acrobatics) check (the target chooses the ability to use). If you win the contest, you either known the target prone or push it 5 feet away from you.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>02-08-2014, 00:41:34</strong>
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				The rouge stumbles and trips as Hanna sweeps his leg out from under him. He crashes back against the wooden wall and falls onto his behind. He offers up his hands and calls "Yeild, I yeild." The dagger slips from his fingers at his eyes shoot from your group the the sailor behind you.<br><br>The sailor raises a mace and swings it down into Minyche's back as he charges into the group from behind, letting out a similar inhuman shriek as the rouge. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">First man is hurt and prone<br>Second is init 4 <br>Minyche is hit for 7 damage</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teo Torriatte</strong> on <strong>02-08-2014, 21:42:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Amerynth_2.jpg)</div>Amerynth was roused from her meditation but the sounds of combat coming from somewhere outside the girls' cabin. She padded out hurriedly to see what was going on, wearing only a sheer silk white gown but not really wanting to take the time to cover up any more if there was real danger afoot!<br><br>She arrived just in time to see the first attacker surrender and then the sailor unexpectedly attacking the half elf!<br><br>The pale slender elf was trembling but she leveled her right hand at the sailor, a bright blue ray shooting from her fingers towards the sailor.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">7 init, 11 to hit and 8 damage</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2014-08-02 14:27:43, lunawuff (uid: 35121) rolls: 1d20m3 Result: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=62360)<br>At 2014-08-02 14:28:52, lunawuff (uid: 35121) rolls: 1d20m4 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=62361)<br>At 2014-08-02 14:29:58, lunawuff (uid: 35121) rolls: 1d8 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=62362)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 11:29:36</strong>
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				HP: 3/10<br><br><hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Previously on TAOEN...</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">On the third night of your journey the lone human passenger stumbles upon you while you stand guard in the middle of the night.<br><br>He grins at you in the darkness and holds a hand against the wall to support himself. He looks tipsy but manages to speak without slurring his words. <br>"Hey gorgeous, what's a pretty thing like you doing up so late?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Minyche didn't get up from her casual pose with her back leaning against the wall, but did slowly and discreetly move her hand towards the hilt of her dagger, just in case.<br><br>"Oh, just taking in my nightly quota of moonlight. I'm a vampire, that's why I stay up at night and go to sleep in the morning. Off you go now."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The man stop smiling and straightens himself with no difficulty. <br>"Fine, be that way."<br>His hand races towards his own dagger.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Initiative: 20<br><br>"Murderer! Help!" Minyche screamed at the top of her lungs as she thrust her dagger towards the man.<br><br>Attack roll: 13<br>Damage roll: 5</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br><br>Minyche heard the sailor running towards her asking what was wrong before she saw him. She had her finger already pointed at the prone from of her attacker knocked against the wall. "He attacked-"<br><br>She didn't get a chance to complete her sentence before a forceful blow to her back sent her staggering forwards a few steps. "What the fuck?" she cursed and drove her dagger into the passenger's neck, hopefully finishing him off so she could turn and face the sailor next.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">17 hit, 8 damage against passenger</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attacking with advantage: 17 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=62396)<br>7 damage, &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=62397)plus 1 sneak attack damage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=62398)<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 12:11:29</strong>
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				The passenger's mouth opens wide in horror as his hand reaches up for his neck. Blood is spouting out of the hole and his hand is clearly not going to be able to stop it. He screams silently at the deck of the ship above him, mouth stretching wider and wider. After a moment it becomes clear it is <em>too</em> wide. His jaws tear the skin on his cheek as they rip apart from each other and the skin begins to bubble and melt. <br><br>The once man falls apart before your eyes and begins sprouting small black feathers under his cloths as his mouth turns into something not unlike a snout. His eyes disappear entirely, sinking back into his skull, and his arms grow long with extra joints.<br><br>The now dead creature laying in the hall looks nothing like a human, but is still wearing the cloths of one. Almost as strange as that itself is the sailor who seems entirely undisturbed by it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 19:30:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Image084.jpg)</div>Hanna was certainly surprised, even if the other sailor wasn't.&nbsp; However, she did accept a surrender, and walked her way over.<br><br>"All right, start talking," she said, giving her flail one last spin of rapid power.&nbsp; She wasn't that great at being intimidating, but sometimes twirling her weapon had just the desired effect.&nbsp; "What's going on, what was that thing, and why did you try to hurt Minyche?"<br><br>If people intended to beat on him while he had surrendered, she would impose her shield between them as best she could.&nbsp; However, if he took any violent actions, that protection was gone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>04-08-2014, 00:59:29</strong>
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				The sailor mutters something that sounds an awful lot like 'I'm sorry' and swings at Hanna.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">13 to hit her, if that's enough it'll be 6 damage</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>04-08-2014, 01:47:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Image084.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">AC 13<br>HP 6/12<br>Attack +5<br>Damage d8+3<br></div></div><br>Hanna had limited experience in fighting without her armor, and while she still had her shield and a little bit of reflexes, it just wasn't quite enough to get back in time before the mace slammed against her shoulder.&nbsp; Her shield arm dropped a little, but she'd be able to force it back up to meet another swing...maybe.<br><br>"Don't kill him!" Hanna yelled to the others, twirling her own weapon in an attempt to strike the man in the head with the flail and knock him out cold.&nbsp; "We need to find out what this is about!"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Attack 17, Damage 7</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: AndyZ rolled: 1d20, adding 5to the total<br>Comment: Attack<br>Result: 12, <br>Total: 17<br><br>Roll Result: AndyZ rolled: 1d8, adding 3to the total<br>Comment: Damage<br>Result: 4, <br>Total: 7<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>04-08-2014, 16:36:19</strong>
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				Watching the man's lifeblood drain out of the gaping wound in his neck, Minyche gloated. "When you wake up in the abyss, you can tell them it was Points who sent you."<br><br>She frowned when the dead man reverted to his true form of a dead... something, and spun around to face the sailor. "Fuck that noise, <em>he</em> wasn't trying to take me alive," the half-elf snarled, hearing - and ignoring - Hanna's plea for the sailor's life. She circled around behind him while he was distracted Hanna. "Free lesson, <em>this</em> is how you stab someone properly in the back," she whispered in his ear, before stabbing her dagger aimed for his back, low and slightly off centre, at one of his kidneys.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attacking with advantage: 14 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=62443)<br>5 damage, &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=62444)plus 1 sneak attack damage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=62445)<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>05-08-2014, 14:08:09</strong>
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				The blade slides clean into the man's back and out the other side. He went down, the lesson well learned. He sprouted feathers too and began to undergo a similar transformation as the first man-thing. Flesh boiled, bones cracked and the sailor slowly turned into something like the first. He did not scream though.<br><br>Rufus looked around at the dead pair with a horrified expression, half leaning forwards to examine the beasts and half trying to back right away from the things. <br>"Some sort of shapeshifters..." <br><br>He disappeared into his room for a moment and returned with the little cloth bundle containing the relic. He offered it to Hanna and said "Best armour yourselves properly and hide this in your room girls. Someone must be after it, that or we got incredibly unlucky."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>05-08-2014, 20:24:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Image084.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">AC 13<br>HP 6/12<br>Attack +5<br>Damage d8+3<br></div></div><br>"Rufus, just what was this girl guilty of?&nbsp; It's bad enough that I saw her execute our only lead, but before that she murdered a man who had already surrendered."&nbsp; She accepted the spoon, but this matter would have to be settled first.&nbsp; "I suggest you take her in chains back for trial, because if she can't even be trusted not to murder a man who surrendered or to let us get information, how do we know she's not going to kill us in our sleep or take the relic herself?"<br><br>To say that Hanna was furious was an understatement.&nbsp; "Which one tried to kill you anyway, Minyche, that you called for help?&nbsp; The one who surrendered or the one who was attacking me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>06-08-2014, 01:10:49</strong>
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				Minyche switched her dagger to her off hand and drew her rapier, coming just short of pointing it Hanna's way. "Surrender my ass," the half-elf spat. "Then explain why I got hit in the back <em>after</em> this so-called surrender. You're a blind idiot if you couldn't see that he was just faking it to distract us while his friend came at us from behind." She turned towards Amerynth. "See? Humans... save their lives, and instead of thanking you, they start calling you a murderer."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>11-08-2014, 07:58:23</strong>
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				"And now you draw a weapon on me."&nbsp; Shaking her head, Hanna looked to Rufus.&nbsp; "I think she's proven that she's not yet ready to be out from whatever cell she was taken from in an attempt to redeem her.&nbsp; We should be able to get ourselves some more companions after we land.&nbsp; Perhaps best to keep her confined until then?"<br><br>She sighed, taking a breath to recover some degree of strength.&nbsp; Hopefully this wasn't going to continue, but the half-elf had already proven herself as a problem well before Hanna had even met her, so it seemed unlikely that things would settle peacefully.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: AndyZ rolled: 1d10, adding 1to the total<br>Comment: Second Wind<br>Result: 6, <br>Total: 7<br><br>HP recovered to full.<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Abbey of Eternal Night (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>12-08-2014, 17:28:42</strong>
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				"Come on then," Minyche made a small flourish with her dagger. "Attack me and show your true colours. One, you were holding back against these... bird things. And you keep yelling not to kill them. Two, you were happy enough to let them try to kill <em>me</em>. Three, you're awfully quick to claim I'm drawing on you. Perhaps you'll enlighten us as to how you know there aren't more of these birdmen around? And whose side you're really on, while you're at it?"
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