Outcasts(Kingmaker) Main RP Thread
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				Title: <strong>Outcasts(Kingmaker) Main RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheScarletBlade</strong> on <strong>11-04-2018, 04:22:21</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outcasts(Kingmaker) Main RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheScarletBlade</strong> on <strong>15-04-2018, 21:00:34</strong>
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				The sun rises above the horizon, casting light on the untamed but beautiful Stolen Lands. This lawless stretch of beautiful and fertile land is called the Stolen Lands for many reasons. Every surrounding kingdom blames another for stealing the lands from them, natives blame all kingdoms for the theft and the rampant bandit population just like to steal: who said they couldn't steal land. As generations have passed, no one really knows who owns the Stolen Lands, only that they are the largest swathe of untamed and unclaimed land in the entire world. Those who border the land keep envious eyes on the land and their neighbors. Unfortunately no one can seem to claim these lands, the bandits and monsters overrunning the wildlands keeping honest settlers away from the rich land. These lawless heathens also pose enough of a threat to keep those lands who border the Stolen Lands from claiming it, the resources it would take could drain a kingdom of it's wealth and leave it vulnerable to attack. The Stolen Lands are home to endless dangers and yet, filled to the brim with endless opportunity. <br><br>It was that opportunity that has drawn scores of people to heed the call of the Swordlords. Desiring to take control of the Stolen Lands once in for all but not wanting to send their armies in to claim it, the crafty Swordlords have offered wealth and adventure to anyone brave enough to seek it. They offer a charter to any group brave enough to explore the entire region, face any dangers in the area and return with land claims to the Swordlords. Numerous groups have set off from Restov, with a charter in hand:<br><br>Be it known that the bearer of this charter has been charged by the Swordlords of Restov, acting upon the greater good and authority vested within them to by the Office of Regent of the Dragonscale Throne, has granted the right of exploration and travel within the wilderness region known as the Greenbelt. Exploration should be limited to an area of 30 miles east and west and sixty miles south of Oleg's Trading Post. The bearer of this charter should also strive against banditry and other unlawful behavior to be encountered. The price for unrepentant banditry remains, as always, execution by sword or rope. So witnessed on this 24th day Talistril, under watchful eye of the Lordship of Restov and authority of Lord Surtova, current Regent of the Dragonscale Throne.<br><br>Armed with their charter, these groups headed into the wildlands. This is the tale of one of these groups. Bound together by fate, these brave souls take their charter in hand and head into the wilderness. The first and only stop in Stolen Lands on the way to the unexplored Greenbelt is Oleg's Trading post. One unkempt dirt road marked with worn wagon trails is the only guide to the place. From what information given to our noble adventurers, they know and can see upon approach that Oleg's is more than a simple trading post. A large, highly defensible wooden pallisade of strong looking wood surrounds the entire former border fort. Though looking a little run down, the converted former fort has been occupied and converted into the last waystation before heading off into the deep dark of the Greenbelt. Walking up the worn dirt road towards the front gate of the trading post, it is swung ajar so anyone can enter and yet there is very little visible activity. That is not surprising as the adventurers were informed that most likely there was going to be very little activity. Few people wandered this far south and to the waystation: no one but hunters, trappers or criminals. As the party approaches, the sound of a shoddy hammer ringing can be heard.<br><br>Stepping through the main gate, the rest of the converted fort is visible. Directly to the front is an open market yard, currently occupied by one simple wooden cart. To the immediate right, there is a small lodging area made of simple wood and thatch roofing. The sound of the hammering comes from the hunched over form currently working atop the roof. To the left, a large stable for horses, the smell giving the buildings function away to the adventurers. In the back right of the fort is a larger, more sturdy looking main hall, most likely the home of Oleg and his wife.<br><br>Speaking of the pair who run the trading post, Oleg was at work on the roof, his hammer swinging furiously. His wife was working slowly a pot of stew hanging over a roasting fire. The information around Restov painted the pair as very plain and they seemed that way. Oleg was said to have lived in Restov originally but became disillusioned with society and moved to the most remote location he could find. Even if his trading post was in a terribly inconvientant place away from people or the main river, he didn't care. The less people Oleg saw, the better for him. He had accepted a charter to rebuild this fort and he only desired to do so, while providing a decent life for his loving wife. Svetlana was a lot nicer than her husband and that became very evident as she immediately offers a warm smile to the adventurers when they arrive. <br><br>Svetlana quickly moves away from her stew pot and moves quickly across the empty courtyard to approach the adventurers as they approach. Her warm emerald eyes sparkle as she takes in the sight of the adventurers and she bows her head slightly.<br><br>“Welcome, welcome please come in! I am so excited you are here! I have been waiting for this day for a long time.” She said excitedly as she continued to look over the group of adventurers before her “Come please, I have stew and bread, wine for the weary. I am so glad you have come to our aid!” She says emphatically as he motions to two large tables just on the other side of the market yard “Please sit while I fetch my husband” His excitement is unabated as she hustles over to small guest house and calls up to her husband, her voice clear and loud over the hammering “OLEGGGGGGG GET DOWN HERE!!!”<br><br>Looking up sharply, the ringing of the hammer ceased as Oleg quickly rose from where he was patching a hole in the roof. He looked out across the yard to the see the adventurers and understood their purpose here. The day had come. Oleg slowly heaved his old bones, covered by hardened workers muscles, down the ladder on the side of the house and moved to stand by his wife. He was sweaty and covered in dirt. His serious, no nonsense eyes looked over the adventurers and he said in a deep voice “Thanks for coming, the extra help is appreciated” He said earnestly though let a out a little huff “Though the idea of you Restov types coming down here ain't exactly ideal.....” He let that linger, quickly letting his wife take over the conversation as he knew he didn't wanna get started down that train of though and offend the adventurers.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outcasts(Kingmaker) Main RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>15-04-2018, 22:24:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/PTAUscZ.jpg)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><strong>Character:</strong> Largya (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=285757.msg14063450#msg14063450)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Jovial<br><strong>Frog-level:</strong> High<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Introduction<br><hr><br>Endless opportunity. Those were just two words Largya greatly enjoyed going with one another. And she was already a fan of the latter of those two by itself! "Hoh.. hooh. Execution by sword or rope. I be glad I've chosen the path of merchant and not one of theft and banditry." She mused, on a second read-over of the Charter, leaving it to whoever else wanted a(nother) read over it as well, while lying unashamed. She wondered if truly all bandits had to be put to death. One could make so much more use of people rather than simply executing them. Already, these lands promised such <em>potential.</em><br><br>She looked left and right, over the main gate, leaning up to the wooden defenses of the fort and knocing on it, rubbing over it with her hand to test the woods quality, nodding, satisfied apparently, before continuing on, various vials and liquids softly clanking and bobbling as she hurried back to the path. <br>"Oh, oho, do I smell a stew? What warm a welcome, literally, I must say. I quite like it here already." She enthused, a hungry look grazing over to the ladies cooking. Jeweled rings on green hands clanking together as she clasped her hand, unashamed to take a testing sip with a spoon, but quick to hide her hunger when Oleg arrived.<br><br>"Ohoho, good man." She enthused, leaving others to ask just what help they could provide. "Look at me, look at us, I, for my part, don't really align with Restov, societal wise. Traveling merchant and alchemist, Largya by name. Have you need of a potion to aid those weary old muscles and help your work? I have potions, pills and ointments for all manners of ills and can prepare more given the resources." She bowed subtly. This seemed the kind of man to offer a hand to for a honest handshake, but, considering her nature, this was out of the question.<br><br>She then turned to look over who had arrived with her. "Hoh. Has everyone arrived healthily? What do you think, it's a lovely fort, good situated, well built -bearing some repairs-, A little dry for my taste, but I'm sure there's a nice swamp around here if you just look about. But what could we ask for more, a new life, new opportunities, welcoming cooking. Why, if they have a few flowers for my potions and a moist cellar for my alchemy, I'd be amiss to call it a piece of heaven!" She enthused, clapping her hands, but hushing to let others talk. By speaking up quickly, she just hoped to make sure their meeting was percieved benevolently. You had to befriend the locals, after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outcasts(Kingmaker) Main RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThatFantasticBard</strong> on <strong>16-04-2018, 00:42:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Ad085dd8e20c1a29a2a961113e95aa12.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Alni &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=285757.msg14062605#msg14062605)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Tired<br><strong>Frog-level:</strong> Dangerously low<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Introduction<br><hr><br>Largya certainly wasn't the kind of person Alni saw himself travelling with, but seeing as he needed a charter to get in to the Greenbelt and she needed the aid of other's, they agreed to work together all the same. While he could only assume that most of the people that came here were in it for the promised reward, he had a much simpler goal in mind, at least in practice. His benefactor told him of some rare herbs that only grew in the Greenbelt that they had wanted and while the idea of such a lengthy and dangerous trip gave the boy pause, he was never one to question their orders.<br><br>One thing that he didn't realize would be so troublesome was just how much walking they had to do. Alni lagged behind everyone else, struggling to keep up, his lack of any real experience with adventuring made woefully obvious. However, upon reaching the the outpost, he caught a bit of a second wind, rushing ahead at the prospect of some proper rest. "Oh gods, I really hope they have a proper place to rest here. I'm so tired of this damned wilderness." he said to no one in particular, hoping the others in their little group shared his sentiment and didn't want to just leave as quickly as possible.<br><br>The smell of the stew left Alni practically drooling and it took quite a bit of willpower to not just immediately stuff his face. A few days of nothing but trail rations had left the boy positively ravenous! Fortunately, it seemed he didn't have to hold himself back for very long as Svetlana was quick to welcome them in, allowing them to help themselves to the food and wine. Alni graciously accepted her generosity, immediately grabbing a bowl of stew and some wine before sitting down. He refrained from scarfing it down quickly, instead eating at a moderate pace, not wanting to appear piggish to the others, but he did allow Largya to get the introductions out of the way for him.<br><br>Once the growling in his stomach had quieted, he looked up at the alchemist, who had just finished gushing about the outpost. "It's a bit bare bones, honestly. Though I definitely agree that the cooking is most certainly welcome. I suppose as long as we continue to get meals this good, I can't really complain... much." he replied, immediately turning his attention back to his bowl afterwards.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outcasts(Kingmaker) Main RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>16-04-2018, 08:49:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bc/Pip3.png)</div>Name: Epiphany "Pip" Dimath &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=285757.msg14068899#msg14068899)<br>Location: Oleg's Trading Post<br>Tagging: Everyone | Open<br>Active Effects: None<br>Initiative: +7<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 8/8 | AC: 13 (T: 13, FF: 10) | CMD: 13<br>Speed: 30 ft | Perception Bonus: 0</div></div><hr><br>Pip was equal parts frustrating and refreshing as far as travel companions went.&nbsp; On one hand, he was prone to hying off out of nowhere to chase after a new species of butterfly, or to explore some bit of random ruin.&nbsp; He was largely oblivious to how his endless curiosity delayed their trip and, likely, irked his companions.&nbsp; However, when reminded of their desire to press on without delay, he was always contrite and genuinely apologetic.&nbsp; He also proved to be a very quiet, polite companion who was always willing to help the others gather wood, find edible roots or berries, pack their belongings...whatever they might require.<br><br>He had started saving interesting bits and bobs he found along the trail, forcing himself to leave behind anything that would prove too cumbersome or heavy for him to carry, though always with palpable reluctance.&nbsp; He spent a goodly portion of the trip with his nose in a book, or examining some <em>thing</em> he'd picked up along the way, unless someone drew him into conversation.&nbsp; Unfortunately, he was a bit pedantic and prone to droning on and on about things that most people didn't much care for, such as the ways in which one sexes a three-toed tree toad or the best way to polish a crystal.<br><br>When they reached the trading post, he'd been deep into a treatise on the building methods of ancient Brevosy masons.&nbsp; He cut off when they reached the gates and entered, however, peering around with bright, inquisitive eyes and a wide smile.&nbsp; Making note of the buildings, he lifted his eyes to the roof where the hammering sound was coming from, watching Oleg as he drifted over to the tables with the others.&nbsp; "We are very grateful for your hospitality, ma'am."&nbsp; He remembered his manners to the lady of the fort, then tore his gaze from the roof to fetch himself some stew, bread and wine.<br><br>Like the others, his stomach growled with the prospect of a home-cooked meal.&nbsp; Sitting with the others, he ripped off a bit of bread from his hunk and chirupped softly with his tongue as he placed the small bit of crust on the table beside his bowl.&nbsp; Skrum's small, bewhiskered face appeared from the pocket of his vest, with his big, black eyes blinking against the sunlight.&nbsp; "Come, Skrum..have some dinner."&nbsp; The lanky-legged rodent climbed from his pocket and hopped to the bread, nose twitching, and scooped up the crust in its small front paws.<br><br>As Skrum began to nibble delicately, Pip tore off a larger piece of bread and dipped it in his stew, listening to the others speak to Svetlana and Oleg as he ate neatly and curled his long, slender tail around his left ankle.&nbsp; He couldn't do much to hide what he was, and rarely tried, but in such situations it seemed prudent not to rub it in people's faces.&nbsp; Oleg and his wife seemed nice and accepting enough, but many people did right off the bat, and it was better to be safe than sorry. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outcasts(Kingmaker) Main RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>16-04-2018, 22:59:55</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://artfiles.alphacoders.com/473/47350.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aaleyah (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=285757.msg14063994#msg14063994)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Meek, but politely so<br><strong>Location:</strong> Trading Post<br><strong>Frog-level:</strong> Modest<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Everybody<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Statblock</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>[SIZE=+1]Aaleyah[/SIZE] (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1550742)</strong>[/URL]<br>Female Neutral Suli Summoner (Synthesist), <strong>Level</strong> 1, <strong>Init</strong> -1, <strong>HP</strong> 10/10, <strong>DR</strong> DR5/Acid, <strong>Speed</strong> 30<br><strong>AC</strong> 12, <strong>Touch</strong> 9, <strong>Flat-footed</strong> 12, <strong>CMD</strong> 8, <strong>Fort</strong> 1, <strong>Ref</strong> -1, <strong>Will</strong> 4, <strong>CMB</strong> -1, <strong>Base Attack Bonus</strong> 0&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>&nbsp; Dagger </strong> -1 (1d4-1, 19-20)<br><strong>&nbsp; Longspear </strong> -1 (1d8-1, x3)<br><strong>Ammo weight 2# Light Crossbow (20) </strong> -1 (1d8, 19-20/x2)<br><strong>&nbsp; Leather</strong>, <strong>&nbsp; Shield, Light Wooden</strong> (+2 Armor, +1 Shield, -1 Dex)<br><strong>Abilities</strong> Str 9, Dex 8, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 15, Cha 17<br><strong>Condition</strong> None</div></div><hr><br><br>Between Largya and Alni's boots, Luckum's tiny feet, whatever Dorn's wearing, Pip's wandering hooves and Aaleyah's peculiar forward talons and hindpaws, the tracks the little party leaves would probably give a woodsman headaches.<br><br>While Pip may gad about after anything that flutters by, Aaleyah for her part mostly keeps to the middle of the body of the small party, pacing a little bit to one side and behind Largya, who seems to be leading them by dint of being the one with the contract. <br><br>This leaves Aaleyah with the undeclared job of occasional human-wrangler and tiefling-herder when the one falls too far behind or the other wanders off. She occasionally indulges her woods-knowledge when Pip finds some peculiar chrysalis or twig-gall to show everyone, but on those occasions when Largya or Alni may be drawn into such conversations it will become apparent fairly quickly that she's not the real expert in such matters. <br><br>While she becomes human to eat, Aaleyah seems to spend a great deal of&nbsp; her time on the trail in the strange gryphonish elemental form. The reasoning is apparent when she does pop out of it; she's nearly as scrawny as Largya, and seems a bit dwarfed beneath the spear, shield, crossbow and backpack she carries. Nevertheless, she isn't one to complain. <br><br>Of course, Aaleyah pops out of her 'travelling' form as soon as the palisade is visible. Wouldn't do to appear too monstrous around wary strangers in the wilderness.<br><br>"I'm doing just fine, Miss Largya," she answers, and then, hearing Oleg's remark about Restov. "It's nicely warmer down here than the hills around Stoneclimb." ...Which is nearly as far north of Restov as one can get without walking on pack-ice.<br><br>Aaleyah sets her pack and weapons aside at the earliest opportunity and curtseys politely to Svetlana and Oleg, hoping they aren't going to make any remarks about how physically pathetic the group looks, aside from Dorn, who hopefully looks aggressive enough for the rest of them. "I'm afraid the information we received was somewhat sketchy," she murmurs softly, while emphatically not looking at Largya. "Just what manner of aid do you find yourselves most needing? We've heard there are bandits about, and worse things..."<br><br>The emerald-haired young woman waits to be offered some of the stew before accepting it with a polite word of thanks. She glances frequently to Largya and Luckums, as if expecting to take any further cues from them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outcasts(Kingmaker) Main RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diabolus Lupus</strong> on <strong>17-04-2018, 02:17:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ba/d8/4f/bad84f47f02248192e25dc108f73b0fd.jpg)</div>Character: Dorn Sharpaxe <br>Mood: Wary<br>Frog-level: Low?<br>Location: Oleg’s Trading Post<br>Tag: Introduction<br><hr><br>Dorn Sharpaxe was a male used to traveling. He'd traveled endlessly as a child, especially after certain instances had occurred. After he’d had a chance to ‘settle’, the orc tribe he lived with had been nomadic enough that they hadn't stayed in one location for more than half the year. So travel was not new to the scarred half-orc.Though he was glad someone else was taking care of the people herding while he kept an eye out for other dangers on the road.<br><br>As the group approached the fort, he looked it over with an appraising eye, assessing the structure for weaknesses. Overall, it was acceptable, though he wasn’t sure if it would hold out overly long during a siege. Hopefully they wouldn’t be having to deal with that anytime soon.<br><br>He hung back as everyone dug into the food, knowing that even out in these wilder lands his kind wasn’t always welcome. Though his….companions seemed to be welcome enough despite their odd looks. So after a few minutes he also got a bowl of the stew and approached Svetlana. <br><br>“Pardon, ma’am.” He started in a low voice, not wanting to scare the woman. Or get kicked out of town after just arriving. “Is there any ale or mead available?” While he knew supplies could be harder to come by this far out in the wilderness, he prefered the more bitter beverage to the ‘sweet water’ of the nobles and ‘finer’ folks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outcasts(Kingmaker) Main RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>17-04-2018, 06:28:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/92/f3/cc/92f3cc2acd5c38d9840ee9cc291cdc72.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Luckums (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1549226)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Optimistic<br><strong>Frog-Level:</strong> She's green and might have webbed toes.<br><strong>Tag:</strong> All the things<br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Somewhere along the road the group had come across an unfortunate sight; a goblin with its head stuck in an iron stewpot. The poor thing was apparently exhausted, and heavens knows how it had gotten in there in the first place or why it couldn't get out on its own... but with a little liberal application of soap and Dorn's mighty thews, the small cauldron had popped off, leaving a stunned but grateful Luckums looking up at them. Perhaps they were surprised when she didn't immediately run away, or come at them with the steel sickle she wore at her hip, or perhaps the fact that she expressed her gratitude in common (even if somewhat thickly-accented common.) Some way, some how, she managed to convince the group to take her on with them, and wheedled the story about the charter out of them, and a little extra rations would never go amiss, and... it was probably a few days before someone wondered how the hell the little green woman had convinced them of all this, but by then it was too late, she was entrenched!<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So far, she had developed a rather strange fascination with Alni; She hadn't expressed just what it was, and maybe she didn't know; Maybe it was his "tree lobster," as she referred to the scorpion. She was shy around Dorn, which apparently had as much to do with the half-orc's size as anything else; maybe not so much sky as skittish, perhaps? She had spent a fair bit of time teaching Pip the goblin words for the things that caught his eye as well, and had even very solemnly gifted him a small pebble that she found with a hole in it; it seemed to be important, though <em>why</em> was a mystery. As for Largya, Luckums wasn't sure what to make of her; the woman seemed somehow even more out of place than Luckums herself. Mostly Largya did the talking in the group and Luckums, with her wonderfully perfectly-sized ears, listened... her accent had been getting quite a bit more clear, thanks to that. And then there was Aaleyah. At first the monster-ghost-woman had been terrifying, but after a time, Luckums had gotten used to the beast. it was when she took her more human shape that Luckums had to remember they were one and the same.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"Everything is wilderness ahead,"</strong> she had piped up to Alni at his complaints, scuffling along on sandaled feet. <strong>"It's good to be away from the bricks, and the planks, and the horsesanddogs..."</strong> her nose crinkled in distaste; by now they had realized that "horsesanddogs" was one word, and an all-purpose expletive at that. At the sight of the fort, she began skipping, since the others put on a little extra speed and had much longer legs than her. <strong>"Hey! Hey wait for Luckums, wait!"</strong> <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She wound up behind Dorn when the woman called out to them. She peered aroudn the large man's thigh at Svetlana, and lifted a hand in greeting. <strong>"Ah! Hello, hello!"</strong> She realized she was hiding, and pushed that instinct away, stepping ahead of the group, and tapping a hand across the bared upper portion of her chest. <strong>"Luckums. These are my longshanks,"</strong> she turned back to the others with a quick smile, introducing each in turn. <strong>"Dorn, Alni, Largya, Pip, Aaleyah, and Treelobster."</strong> She looked back to Svetlana with her bright hazel eyes.<strong> "Stew would be very, very good. <em>Smells</em> very very good."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When Oleg approached, Luckums tucked some of her dark black hair behidn one ear and gave him her winningest smile, eyes half-lidding for a moment. <strong>"Not from Restov,"</strong> she said, tapping her chest again. <strong>"North, on the shore of the lake. We... We came here to explore, though."</strong> her head tilted and she nibbled her lip, giving a quick look back to the others before looking back to Oleg, making a decision there. <strong>"You are giving us hospitality, we will give you help. What is in need of doing?"</strong> She let her eyes drift back over to Svetlana. <strong>"Tell us over stew?"</strong> She glancedb ack to the man, her cheeks developing a pink shade over the green as her stomach decided it was time to make a noise like an owlbear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outcasts(Kingmaker) Main RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheScarletBlade</strong> on <strong>18-04-2018, 04:58:34</strong>
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				Characters: Oleg and Svetlana<br>Mood: Indifferent Attitude<br>Frog Level: Moderate- They do live in a swamp?<br>Tag: PC's<br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Svetlana and Oleg both could hardly contain their shock though Svetlana did a much better job at it. They had been promised help from the city to defend their home. They had expected a sortie of knights or infantry, maybe even guards from the Swordlords themselves. The last thing they had expected to come through the massive wooden gates to their home was this lot of adventurers. Svetlana hurried about the finish her dinner preparations, like any master hostess would. She moved with a casual, practiced grace that seemed almost out of place for her somewhat thicker frame. Svetlana tried to keep her eyes from the gate as more of the party moved their way in. At first it seemed fine to her because it was just a strange looking human or two approaching her husband as he roused himself from his daily repairs on the roof. As More and more of the outlandish, almost monstrous party arrived through the gate, she summoned all of her courage to seem friendly, as well as appropriate. This lot, though enough to raise her blood pressure even higher, definitely looked tough enough to deal with the bandits. Maybe she and her beloved husband could be free of their nightmarish demands. Smoothing out her dress and hurrying in between tables to finish the settings, place to the stew for the travelers and keeping her eyes somewhat inverted, she thought to herself: <em>I grew up in the city, I have seen all sorts of outlandish people like this before. Be Strong Girl!</em><br><br>Oleg was less socially gifted than his wife. Even his hard cast face, that seemed made out of granite cracked as he watched each of the adventurers enter his home. His heart almost burst in a moderate degree of anxiety when he wondered if the bandit's had sent whatever demons resided in the forests around here to collect their monthly tax. "Tax" was the loosest term for it he could think of. At first he just thought the woman approaching him was fine and exotic but there was definitely something off about her. That tingling on the back of Oleg's neck went full blown as fanciful creatures began to appear. They seemed friendly enough and things like half orcs were not exactly strange to him but many of the local hunters who frequented the trading post often mentioned demon's in the woods. These adventurers seemed too cheerful to be demons though and maybe they could help him after all. If he was moderately scared of them, imagine what the bandits would think rolling into the post tomorrow. A half smile eased some of the stony demeanor on his face as he first addressed the woman in front of him "umm a traveling merchant you say?" He said as his skeptical eyes traveled along her frame, head to toe "If you say so." He wondered if she was a merchant that sold her body as a "pain pills" but dismissed the thought "I'll be fine without any pills, ain't no work but hard work, unfortunately people around these parts don't be knowing that" Oleg spat as his anger started to rise a little bit. Thankfully Svetlana's hand found his shoulder and he eased slightly. Oleg was never adept at conversation or making friends, it's why he lived in the middle of nowhere god dammit!<br><br>The more gifted and socially adept of the two, Svetlana hurriedly answered questions with a practiced smile as she moved around the dining area in a flurry of motion. She hustled to refill Alni's bowl with more stew and then addressed Pip as she flew by in a whirlwind "Your welcome to my hospitality young man" She said and then was on to the next person. Looking at Dorn, pushing down some anxiety, she offered a sincere apology "Sorry we don't have any mead, it is hard to get out here" She said as sincerely as she could. She was about to address Aaleyah when she was taken aback by the appearance of Luckums. The small goblin had a mesmerizing quality to her being that just drew someones attention. D<br><br>"Well hello Luckums, you are most welcome and thank you for the introductions, It's good to know you are all not figments of my imagination!" She said with a genuine smile, though a bit of trepidation as she realized she might have offended someone. Brushing past it, she continued to speak as she poured a bowl of stew for Luckums and drew her out a chair to sit with others. Looking over the others, her eyes found Olegs and they both shared a nervous glance between them. The adventurers seemed confused about their purpose here and thus, the couple seemed confused as well. Oleg was about to say something, most likely something brutish, so Svetlana dived into the conversation with a practiced smile.<br><br>"I hope the stew is alright" She said to everyone as her voice carried easily over any noise in the camp "I think there seems to be some confusion here." She said as friendly as she could though her heart definitely began to sink with worry "You're all welcome here of course but......you're all here at the behest of the Swordlords to protect us tomorrow right?" She said with a little mix desperation and naive hope in her dulcet tone of voice. Her heart, beating rapidly, as well as her hope hung on the words of her new guest's next words.<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">Rolled a diplomacy in case you wanted it Luckums, it didn't go well but you never declared your intent to use it. If you want to, make sure to let me know, wasn't sure?</div></div><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outcasts(Kingmaker) Main RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>18-04-2018, 14:33:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/PTAUscZ.jpg)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><strong>Character:</strong> Largya (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=285757.msg14063450#msg14063450)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Diplomatic<br><strong>Frog-level:</strong> High to Very High<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Aaleyah, Oleg, Luckums primarly<br><hr><br>Largya had been quite happy discussing three-toed tree-toads, or, anything for that matter, she was overall a happy, talkative person. <br>"Glad to hear you're doing fine Birdo." She nodded at Aaleyah, purposefully ignoring the hinted lack of information.&nbsp; Then, she focused on Oleg, nodding. <br>"Why indeed, merchant, alchemist, researcher, I came out here to follow a passion! I'm'a reckon you feel the same way, good man. The city inhabits our passions, judges our apperances or mannerisms as crude and unfit.." She nodded, seeming to ignore Olegs harsh edge.<br><br>"Aye, I know what you mean, you spent hours cooking up potions, mixing and stirring only to see some young men without plan or direction, holding their hands expectantly open and, worst case, a blade at your throat, while at it!" She sighed audibly. Things soothed over thusly, her tongue shot forth, snatching and curling around a wine-bottle on the table, pulling it up to her lips and gulping it down and keeping up gulping it down, until half the bottle was downed, exhaling with a relieved sigh.<br>"Haaah.. that's better, little sip to take the dry road off of you." She enthused, taking place at the table with the others and keeping 'her' bottle close, picking up and emptying a bowl of stew with one single, long gulp. Only after securing her refill did she enthuse:<br>"Oh, Luckums 'ere is quite real, ask her to pinch you if you don't believe it." The merchant chuckled ever so slightly, leaning back.<br><br>"Oh ho ho.. don't you worry about tomorrow. Sleep sound and secure tonight. I reckon our wise green leader's common tongue is just not warmed up enough to tell you her plans and strategems proper." Largya sat back and presented Luckums, without fear speaking for her as she went on:<br>"I keen what our glorious goblinoid leader sought to question was at what precise time, location and in what number your troubles shall be arriving, so we can make plans to dispatch of them with utmost efficency and least trouble to you fine folks. We are not as foolish as to assume anything, for risky assumptions like 'they will enter the fort at noon' or even 'we are dealing with only human-bandits as foes' can lead to miss-plannings, which we shan't afford, not as long as your safety is concerned!<br>Did I express your desire adequately, boss-lady Luckums, or did I make a mistake in my assertions?" She said, with a well mannered and presentative bow to Luckums, that was only derided by her frog-tongue dipping itself happily back into the stew at the end of the gesture.<br>"On that note, I wish to introduce a motion to the group to attempt and capture as many bandits as we can, at least one, to allow me friendly questioning, as likely those bandits will just be part of a delegation&nbsp; attached to a larger contingent with which inevitable, we will have to have further discussions about the.. apropriation of assets in the vicinity. Thus, knowing what we are dealing with, threatwise, is quite essential. Hoho. Quite essential indeed." She nodded, with enthusiasm, her tongue slipping back into her mouth<br><br>"Oh, on that note, furthermore I think I failed to inquire, are any of you adept at preparing.. oh how do i say it.. options for a strategical advantage for our engagement with the Bandits? I'd loathe to sink to their level and just have a mindless brawl when we have the advantage of preparation, ho ho." She added, and nodded, unafraid to display her amphibian nature.. and hunger, by indulging in more stew.<br><br>(I tried doing a random charisma roll but it came up as a 5, so.. go Luckums, fix things! :P )
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outcasts(Kingmaker) Main RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThatFantasticBard</strong> on <strong>18-04-2018, 23:12:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Ad085dd8e20c1a29a2a961113e95aa12.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Alni &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=285757.msg14062605#msg14062605)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Tired<br><strong>Frog-level:</strong> -1 Frog-level from seeing Largya's tongue<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Largya, Svetlana, Skrum<br><hr>Alni mumbled his thanks as he was handed the second bowl, not bothering to look up. While he certainly did appreciate the food quite a bit, he was simply far too busy <em>showing</em> to properly say so. Once he was about half way done with his bowl, the boy finally took a rest, turning to watch the discussion at hand. Despite not being particularly fond of his current company, save for a couple entertaining exceptions, he had to admit that their outgoing attitudes made dealing with the locals a good deal easier, given he barely had to deal with them at all! Of course, it would certainly help if they weren't all so... odd, the boy wincing in disgust as Largya used her strange tongue to grab a bottle. He couldn't help but think it was an entirely unnecessary action, that would only serve to make the hosting couple even more uncomfortable than they obviously already were. Alni simply sighed in frustration, brushing his hair aside to pick up his scorpion before setting her down on the table, giving the arachnid an opportunity to stretch her legs. After skittering around a bit, she would stop and stare at Skrum, her beady eyes focusing intently on the jerboa. Alni mostly ignored this interaction, instead listening to Largya discuss her strategy for dealing with the bandits, though he found himself distracted as she continued to use that abnormal tongue of her's.<br><br>Once all talks of planning were done with, Alni would stand up as he rummaged through his backpack, pulling out a parchment with writing on it before he walked up to Svetlana. "Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to know where I could find a, uh..." he paused for a moment, looking down at the paper before continuing, "Vibrant pink flower with blood red spots? I was told something like that grew in this area." he looked up at the woman with hopeful eyes. In truth, he just wanted to find the damned flower so he could give up this charade of being some bandit hunting adventurer, preferably before he actually had to fight any. While the group would probably be annoyed with his leaving, he was sure they'd be able to deal with any fighting just fine without him. He reasoned that if anything, he was just holding them back, with his lack of any adventuring experience. He reasoned a lot of other things too, Alni trying to convince himself that he wouldn't be a complete asshole for just abandoning them.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outcasts(Kingmaker) Main RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diabolus Lupus</strong> on <strong>19-04-2018, 03:11:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ba/d8/4f/bad84f47f02248192e25dc108f73b0fd.jpg)</div>Character: Dorn Sharpaxe <br>Mood: Disappointed<br>Frog-level: Low?<br>Location: Oleg’s Trading Post<br>Tag: Svetlana, Largya<br><hr><br>Dorn nodded at the woman's admission. It was mostly understandable, something this far out didn't get regular supply deliveries. Though it was his opinion that they should have ale, at least, before wine. But he wasn't in charge so his opinion mattered little in this instance. "Understandable." He verbalized his understanding to the woman before taking his bowl of stew off to the side.<br><br>He sat a little distance from his companions so he could at least participate in the conversation. He frowned in annoyance at Largya's blatant display of her differences. He accepted that they were all different from most people, but acceptance didn't mean that they should rub that different-ness in the faces of those that were hosting them. At least until they were insulted for what made them different, then he'd understand that.<br><br>"It doesn't matter the number and composition of our foe. We will stand strong and slay them to a man. If you want captives, take them yourselves because I will not stay my blade." He stated matter-of-factly before returning his attention to his bowl of stew. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outcasts(Kingmaker) Main RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>19-04-2018, 04:51:48</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://artfiles.alphacoders.com/473/47350.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aaleyah (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=285757.msg14063994#msg14063994)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Meek, but politely so<br><strong>Location:</strong> Trading Post<br><strong>Frog-level:</strong> Modest<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Everybody<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Statblock</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>[SIZE=+1]Aaleyah[/SIZE] (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1550742)</strong>[/URL]<br>Female Neutral Suli Summoner (Synthesist), <strong>Level</strong> 1, <strong>Init</strong> -1, <strong>HP</strong> 10/10, <strong>DR</strong> DR5/Acid, <strong>Speed</strong> 30<br><strong>AC</strong> 12, <strong>Touch</strong> 9, <strong>Flat-footed</strong> 12, <strong>CMD</strong> 8, <strong>Fort</strong> 1, <strong>Ref</strong> -1, <strong>Will</strong> 4, <strong>CMB</strong> -1, <strong>Base Attack Bonus</strong> 0&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>&nbsp; Dagger </strong> -1 (1d4-1, 19-20)<br><strong>&nbsp; Longspear </strong> -1 (1d8-1, x3)<br><strong>Ammo weight 2# Light Crossbow (20) </strong> -1 (1d8, 19-20/x2)<br><strong>&nbsp; Leather</strong>, <strong>&nbsp; Shield, Light Wooden</strong> (+2 Armor, +1 Shield, -1 Dex)<br><strong>Abilities</strong> Str 9, Dex 8, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 15, Cha 17<br><strong>Condition</strong> None</div></div><hr><br><br>Aaleyah manages to scoop her jaw up from the floor after watching Largya tonguing her way around the meal and the conversation with equal gracelessness. It's quite clear that their hosts were expecting something rather different from this rag-tag group.<br><br>...And there went the half-orc flatly stating he had no intent to cooperate with the frog-woman's request.<br><br>Aaleyah coughs softly, trying to draw attention from the suddenly froggy situation. "I <em>do</em> apologize if we aren't <em>exactly</em> what you were expecting, good sir and ma'am. While soldiers might make a more typical show of force, I assure you we each have our own diverse skills and talents. We've been ordered to hang any bandits, although I'm quite sure that killing them in other fashions if they attack this place shall work just as well."<br><br>"Perhaps if you begin by telling us what you expect them to do, tomorrow? Do they already know you aren't paying them? Have you paid them in the past?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Tried to add a little diplomacy just to smooth things, but I don't think a 12 will accomplish much. At 2018-04-18 21:46:21, Aaleyah (uid: 63473) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=117847)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outcasts(Kingmaker) Main RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>21-04-2018, 11:24:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bc/Pip3.png)</div>Name: Epiphany "Pip" Dimath &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=285757.msg14068899#msg14068899)<br>Location: Oleg's Trading Post<br>Tagging: Everyone | Open<br>Active Effects: None<br>Initiative: +7<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 8/8 | AC: 13 (T: 13, FF: 10) | CMD: 13<br>Speed: 30 ft | Perception Bonus: 0</div></div><hr><br>Skrum peered curiously back at the scorpion, still holding a bit of uneaten bread in its front paws, then hopped closer so he could reach out and set the remaining bread in front of his fellow familiar.&nbsp; After putting the food down, he straightened and began diligently combing his whiskers with his paws, watching the arachnid in interest.&nbsp; Pip, meanwhile, missed the entirety of this strange interaction as his attention was so deeply focused on presenting a non-threatening presence, eating his food and pretending as if he was utterly unaware that the frog was whipping her tongue around the table all willy-nilly.&nbsp; Well, perhaps willy-nilly was an unfair assessment, since she had a <em>purpose</em>, though it <em>did</em> feel a bit...unnecessary.<br><br>Shooting a glance at her with a small, yet not harsh, frown of disapproval, his long, pierced ears twitched a bit toward Aaleyah and he nodded along in agreement with her.&nbsp; He doubted their group would be what <em>anyone</em> sane would expect to have show up to fight a bunch of bandits.&nbsp; And he wasn't even certain that they could do it, but he was willing to give it a shot, if <em>only</em> because so far the two humans hadn't booted him out on his ass or said anything scathing - or suggestive - about his race.&nbsp; Though...<br><br>"A bit of planning seems like a very good idea.&nbsp; I, for one, would best serve from a location where I'm not likely to get attacked.&nbsp; But, if we can set up some sort of trap...perhaps something explosive near where they are likely to end up...but far enough from any buildings to avoid causing damage?&nbsp; I'm quite good at blowing things up."&nbsp; He nods with a bright smile that revealed teeth a shade too pointed and...gleaming, to be entirely reassuring.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outcasts(Kingmaker) Main RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>23-04-2018, 01:42:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/92/f3/cc/92f3cc2acd5c38d9840ee9cc291cdc72.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Luckums (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1549226)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Optimistic<br><strong>Frog-Level:</strong> Might have a salamander on her person...?<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Assuring the Levetons<br><hr>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"We're real! I think,"</strong> she said with a sideways glance to Aaleyah. The summoner's juju was still something she was getting used to. When she was served the stew, she dug in as if she might never see food again... At least, until she saw the way Svetlana and Oleg were looking at her. <em>Them</em> rather. Luckums had dealt with paranoid humans plenty before. Usually by running away, but this lady was nice enough to give them food, so it's worth trying to be nice back. <strong>"Stoppat,"</strong>she hissed to Largya. <strong>"Table manners!"</strong> she says, the goblin who, just moments ago had been standing on a bench at the table, yet somehow with her elbows on the table, doing everything short of sticking her head in the bowl. Oh no she wouldn't do that again so soon! She licked her lips with a dainty pink tongue, and softly cleared her throat. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"Nobody told us about what's happening <em>here</em>,"</strong> she started, stretching out a leather-clad leg to poke the dirt of the trading post with her foot. <strong>"But we <em>do</em> have a paper that tells us to stop bandits in the, er, Stolen Lands?"</strong> She couldn't conceive of anyone stealing land. <em>Dirt</em>, certainly, but land seemed rather big. She reached over to Largya and with the deftness of someone who's picked pockets, plucked the charter out of a pocket or satchel or whatever, offering it for the two to inspect. <strong>"It's real too,"</strong> she assured Svetlana with a little smile. Luckums sincerely hoped it said what she had been told it said because reading and writing weren't exactly her own strong suits. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"And you've been nice to us, so we would help you anyway,"</strong> she added, just for measure. There was a quick gesture aroudn the table, then a sly little grin to the Levetons. <strong>"A bunch like us don't get far if we can't handle things, you know." </strong>She says, having very reacently nearly starved to death in a kettle.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Diplomacy #2</div><div class="spoiler_body">118055&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;TheScarletBlade&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2018-04-22 18:36:09&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2018-04-22 18:36:09, Luckums (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d20a8 Result: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=118055)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outcasts(Kingmaker) Main RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheScarletBlade</strong> on <strong>25-04-2018, 06:57:39</strong>
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				<sup>Characters: Oleg and Svetlana<br>Mood: Indifferent -------&gt; Friendly<br>Frog Level: Moderate, still live in a swamp all alone<br>Tag: The party<br></sup><br><br>Svetlana let a little burst of emotion cross her wholesome face. She was beyond relieved that so readily the strangers, odd looking lot, had been so willing to come to her and Oleg's defense. Hope sprung eternal as they say and Svetlana couldn't help but be swept up in that feeling. Letting her now hope filled eyes wander across the table, she was even willing to push down her shock at all the table licking shenigans and odd looking green skin(as well as failed charisma rolls). She had been used as the sole reason that the bandits tormented her husband, their violence threatened on her and she desperately desired to be free of this tyranny. Looking over the tables at Oleg, the man had a stoic face and yet there was also a surge of a emotion in his usual stony gaze. Both had lived under the tyranny of bandits for so long, they only sought the freedom that had brought them from beyond the walls of Restov to the Stolen Lands. <br><br>She realized there would be a bevy of questions coming her way as she quickly moved around the table. Oleg wasn't one for talking though as he quickly busied himself about some other work on the trading post. He was one to let his wife talk for him: a man of actions and hard work. Svetlana liked to talk as well and was able to do it will the practiced grace of premiere hostess. She quickly went about refilling the glasses and bowls of the stew for the helpful travelers with ease as she filled them in on the situation. <br><br>"I thought for sure news of our predicament is what brought you here. We sent a letter to the city requesting aid from the bandits and one of the hunters saw you leave Restov, heading this way. He figured you were the reinforcements. " Svetlana said matter of factually as she went about her work hosting the adventurers, and dodging all sorts of exotic creatures on the dinner table " Right glad you are willing to help though, could definitely use it"<br><br>"To answer all of your questions about the bandits, I don't know if there is much to tell. They originally arrived with roughly 15 or so men one day. Rode up from the south as fast as someone fleeing judgement. They rode right in and started making demands. The more basic, though still rough looking men, answered to a pair of two." Svetlana shivered a little bit as she thought about the two "One was a gruff looking man who took orders from the crazy hatchet lady.....she.....she" Svetlana needed a second to compose herself as she thought back about the that lady "She threatened to cut off Oleg's arms as she stole my wedding ring right off my finger!" <br><br>Svetlana let her head a droop a little bit in shame "That was after her gruff boy toy threatened to rape me right here in front of Oleg. Oleg really loves me you know?" She said with a snivel as she looked down at the crystalline reflection in the water pitcher she held aloft "Oleg did whatever they wanted just so they wouldn't hurt me...."<br><br>Oleg grunted from where he was quickly fixing some ramshackle old board but didn't say anything as he went about his work. With a slight sigh, Svetlana continued his duties around the dinner table and her tale of woe "The bandits came back for their 'tax' next month with fewer people and when we paid, they came back the next with even fewer. Now they are coming to collect on the morning and I am sure they will have even fewer. I havn't even see crazy hatchet lady again either......" She said as she looked up at the adventurers "I don't know much about strategy, but I will do whatever I can to help, as long as it doesn't destroy our home!" She put emphasis on the final word as she could have swore someone mentioned blowing something up!!<br><br>Finally, she got to Alni's question "Umm I am not sure. South in the Greenbelt, there is many wild groves guarded by fey and other wild creatures, if the rare flower you seek is anywhere in the area, it is there."<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outcasts(Kingmaker) Main RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>25-04-2018, 10:38:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/PTAUscZ.jpg)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><strong>Character:</strong> Largya (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=285757.msg14063450#msg14063450)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Diplomaticish<br><strong>Frog-level:</strong> Very High<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Luckums, Oleg and Wife, Dorn, Pip, DM<br><hr><br>"Hey, I have great table manners for a frog." She insisted at Luckums, her tongue withdrawing with a wet 'slip!' sound. She raised her brow when Alni basically tried to flee and Dorn.. well.. Dorn would fight. She could at least deal with that. But still, perhaps a rag-tag group wasn't the truly best of decisions.. but who else would have accepted her unquestioningly?<br><br>Minorly annoyedly she used her inferior hands to pick up and continue dipping her tongue out, picking up a spoon.. and then using that tongue-spoon combination to shovel soup into her face. No one could say this wasn't table-manners now.<br>Still, hidden beyond her amphibian table manners was a cold, calculating mind. 15 enemies, they were 5. 3 each. Likely increase of other groups drifting. Perhaps they could provoke internal conflict...<br>"No manners, no manners, stealing a ladies ring from her living fingers! We ought to retrieve it if we can and it's not pawnd off already, we assure!" The frog proclaimed to Svetlana, making sure to keep a soft enough timbre for non but the most attentive listeners to notice the subtle inclusion of the living detail there. She raised a calming hand. "Brutes, the whole lot of them and they'll come to meet a fitting fate, don't you worry." She assured.<br><br>"So we can expect a group of five, but twice the number soon after if those five never return. Let's make sure no one escapes, aye?" She looked over to Dorn. Then, she got up, after another slurp, waving at least Pip, and anyone else interested in.. deeper strategizing.. closer to her.<br><br>"I'll personally put myself into an ambushing position to attack from behind. It'd be lovely if we could rig a little thing as well, we do have some time. Do tell me more about your talents. Could we bury something small enough underground, or hide something in the bushes by the gate?" She pointed over, happy to wander there and try investigating. <br>"I can also offer everyone that desires it a little.. edge to their weaponry." She added, deciding not to use her tongue and instead lifting two fingers, spreading them to display.. some sort of mucus clinging in between. "You see, I'm not much of a combattant.. I like to have already won ahead of time. So.. anyone what wants an edge, just tell me. And DON'T touch the sharp bits afterwards in case you felt so inclined." She gave an innocent grin. Afterwards, she'd have another drink and snacking.. and then go wander the surrounding wildernis, inviting: "I'm going to look for beautiful plants, if anyone wants to come along and look for sharp things that can be accidentially exploded into wicked bandits or somesuch..." She'd innocently enthuse, not even staying all that long for potential further discussions, wandering to 'look for pretty plants and perhaps other frogs'.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Edge</div><div class="spoiler_body">Largya can secrete 5 daily poison-doses and will offer them to everyone interested, Adding a touch poison to the next weapon attack of: DC 15, +4 damage on failed safe.<br>She's also going around the fort, looking for simple enough poisonous plants growing in the vicinity to use, healing potion ingredients being a potential secondary, with a knowledge nature of 18: https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=118196<br><br>And if sucessfully finding anything would.. well.. get to preparing whatever poison she can out of them, with an alchemy check of: 24. Well that should cook up something nasty if at all available.<br>https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=118197<br>Largya is prolly best at prepping and worst in direct combat(I see her literally going around administering healing potions to the downed ones and picking off already heavily wounded targets, nothing more) so.. *chuckles* this is her time to shine, glad the dices agree!</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outcasts(Kingmaker) Main RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThatFantasticBard</strong> on <strong>27-04-2018, 04:00:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Ad085dd8e20c1a29a2a961113e95aa12.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Alni &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=285757.msg14062605#msg14062605)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Tired<br><strong>Frog-level:</strong> Possibly ranging in the negatives.<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Largya, Svetlana, Skrum<br><hr><br>At hearing Svetlana's answer, Alni would show clear disappointment, having wanted a more concrete result. "That's awfully... vague. Oh well, hopefully I can find someone else who can be a bit more helpful with direction." he said with a shrug, stuffing the paper back into his back before returning to his seat. He watched in a disgusted fascination as&nbsp; Largya used her tongue to spoon the stew into her mouth, using the unnatural thing almost like an additional limb. He didn't understand how the woman could even pretend that was anything but abnormal, the sight of her tongue writhing about causing him to lose his appetite as he pushed his own bowl away.<br><br>Meanwhile his familiar would be staring at the bread that was offered to her by Skrum, as if unsure what to do with it. Eventually, she'd pick it up in her claw, waving it up and down for a moment, still clearly confused. As if giving up, she'd simply skitter over to the rodent, dropping the crumb in front of him, apparently done with it for now.<br><br>Of course, Alni would be too distracted to pay attention to his familiar at the moment, watching as the frog lady pulled her fingers apart, revealing a viscous substance between them. Gods, why did everything about her have to be so utterly repulsive? Still, the idea of not taking advantage of a, well, advantage would overpower his disgust towards the sight. Pulling his dagger out of its sheath, he would tentatively hand it to Largya, doing his best to avoid contact with her hand, "Here, you can apply that stuff to my dagger. While I'd rather not have any of your <em>fluids</em> near me, it'd be foolish to turn down any sort of advantage." he said, clear annoyance in his voice at having to stoop so low. However, at the open invitation of searching for plants, the boy would perk up, clearly interested despite who was offering. "I'll go with you. I'm actually in need of a few less exotic plants and who knows, maybe we'll find a grove along the way. Svetlana's directions certainly didn't rule out the possibility." he jested, obviously trying to make a joke at the poor woman's expense.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outcasts(Kingmaker) Main RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>30-04-2018, 09:26:54</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://artfiles.alphacoders.com/473/47350.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aaleyah (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=285757.msg14063994#msg14063994)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Meek, but politely so<br><strong>Location:</strong> Trading Post<br><strong>Frog-level:</strong> Modest<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Everybody<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Statblock</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>[SIZE=+1]Aaleyah[/SIZE] (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1550742)</strong>[/URL]<br>Female Neutral Suli Summoner (Synthesist), <strong>Level</strong> 1, <strong>Init</strong> -1, <strong>HP</strong> 10/10, <strong>DR</strong> DR5/Acid, <strong>Speed</strong> 30<br><strong>AC</strong> 12, <strong>Touch</strong> 9, <strong>Flat-footed</strong> 12, <strong>CMD</strong> 8, <strong>Fort</strong> 1, <strong>Ref</strong> -1, <strong>Will</strong> 4, <strong>CMB</strong> -1, <strong>Base Attack Bonus</strong> 0&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>&nbsp; Dagger </strong> -1 (1d4-1, 19-20)<br><strong>&nbsp; Longspear </strong> -1 (1d8-1, x3)<br><strong>Ammo weight 2# Light Crossbow (20) </strong> -1 (1d8, 19-20/x2)<br><strong>&nbsp; Leather</strong>, <strong>&nbsp; Shield, Light Wooden</strong> (+2 Armor, +1 Shield, -1 Dex)<br><strong>Abilities</strong> Str 9, Dex 8, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 15, Cha 17<br><strong>Condition</strong> None</div></div><hr><br><br><br>Aaleyah considers Pip's suggestion for a few moments, then shrugs slightly. "They may not be so considerate as to walk into any sort of trap placed too far from the gate. We didn't try to hide our tracks coming here, so if they take the road they may expect trouble. If they don't take the road, there's no knowing where they'll approach the wall from. I suppose it depends on how skillful they are as woodsmen."<br><br>She glances back to Svetlana. "You mentioned a hunter bringing you word of us. Is there any chance the local foresters might know more of the bandits? Their hiding places and the like? Or that they might also have been informed of our coming?"<br><br>The Suli combs her emerald hair back slightly from her brown face. "Ambushing sounds like the best bet, yes. As for hiding so as to attack from behind them...I think that could work, so long as we don't chase them inside the walls. Wouldn't want any of them to get close enough to our hosts to consider taking a hostage."<br><br>"If we knew for sure they were taking the road, I'd as soon hit them out there, but we don't." She smiles politely at Largya's offer but shakes her head, "Wouldn't want to accidentally scratch myself with a claw."<br><br>Claw. Oh. That's right. "Ahhh...I understand I look a little exotic now," Aaleyah's bronzy skin colors slightly in embarrassment. "When I'm fighting, I, well. I look something like a gryphon." She bites her lip. "It's my father's fault. I'm not a monster, I don't go crazy or bloodhungry or any of those things. I just, well. I look that way. I'll probably look that way starting early in the morning, because it takes me a little bit of time to change shape."<br><br>She spreads her hands, "I promise I won't attack you, I'll only attack the bandits. Please don't attack me?"<br><br>The slim girl pauses. "You know...I look odd enough in my other form. We could try to spook them towards the gate, then slam it in their faces so they're pinned in the open."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outcasts(Kingmaker) Main RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>02-05-2018, 08:11:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bc/Pip3.png)</div>Name: Epiphany "Pip" Dimath &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=285757.msg14068899#msg14068899)<br>Location: Oleg's Trading Post<br>Tagging: Everyone | Open<br>Active Effects: None<br>Initiative: +7<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 8/8 | AC: 13 (T: 13, FF: 10) | CMD: 13<br>Speed: 30 ft | Perception Bonus: 0</div></div><hr><br>The jerboa watched the scorpion with interest, then reached out with one paw to lightly touch the top of the other familiar's head when it returned the bit of bread.&nbsp; Then, without further ado, Skrum picked the food up again and returned to nibbling, apparently considering the back and forth exchange some sort of completed social ritual.<br><br>Pip listened silently to the conversations and exchange of ideas, abandoning his largely-uneaten bowl of stew as the strategical planning consumed his attention.&nbsp; "I assume that these bandits exact their so-called taxes in the form of a wagon or cart of goods, yes?&nbsp; If so, and assuming there is some form of flammable or explosive compound in stock - or the means of making one - then it would simply be a matter of loading a disposable cart with it, along with some empty crates and straw so that it appears you've already prepared their demanded goods ahead of time...then setting it up out in front of the trading post, far enough away that it will not damage your home."&nbsp; He noted the last with a reassuring nod to Svetlana.<br><br>"Then, we can simply position ourselves outside of the outpost, with the gates closed and barred, and ambush the bandits when they arrive.&nbsp; My guess is that at least one or two will approach the cart to check that the goods are all there, and that's when we can strike."&nbsp; He glanced around at the others with a cocked brow, as if asking silently if they found his ideas acceptable.&nbsp; Of course, there was the question of how to hide themselves until the bandits got near enough, but he wasn't really the most martially minded of the group and hoped one of the others might have an idea on that score.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outcasts(Kingmaker) Main RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diabolus Lupus</strong> on <strong>03-05-2018, 02:38:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ba/d8/4f/bad84f47f02248192e25dc108f73b0fd.jpg)</div>Character: Dorn Sharpaxe <br>Mood: Contemplative<br>Frog-level: Low?<br>Location: Oleg’s Trading Post<br>Tag: Largya, Rest of group, Svetlana<br><hr><br>Dorn listened while the others talked of plans to take on the bandits. Being a straightforward kind of Orc, he liked to go toe-to-toe with his opponents. Though he was not stupid as to not utilize tactical advantages like ambushes.&nbsp; He finished his bowl of stew and turned to the frog woman as she addressed him directly. "As I have said, I shall slay all that seek to engage me. If they come in waves, as you seem to suggest, then slaying each wave should draw the next much like cutting the tail off a snake to get to it's head."<br><br>He gave Largya a toothy grin. "If it suits your plans, I can draw them in and hold their attention while the rest of you harry them like wolves. I'm very good at being a distraction. I have never seen a man not get distracted by a raging orc." <br><br>He turned his attention to Svetlana, hoping that their discussion wasn't turning her off to their group. Even though they were talking about how to deal with her problem of the bandits, he was no stranger to being turned on by a local populace after rendering aid. "Is there need to post watch, or are these wall sturdy enough to hold back the swamp denizens at night?" He asked. "If watch is needed, I will take second. Also, where is a good place to set up my tent? I'd like to get that taken care of before the sun sets."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outcasts(Kingmaker) Main RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>14-05-2018, 01:34:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/92/f3/cc/92f3cc2acd5c38d9840ee9cc291cdc72.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Luckums (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1549226)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Playful<br><strong>Frog-Level:</strong> Satisfactory<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Plotting and planning<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"Svetlana said they come inside. Probably think they own this place."</strong> Luckums noted, her tongue daintily clearing some stew-gravy off her lips. <strong>"So we let them. They walk in and then?"</strong> The spoon gets pointed at herself. <strong>"I can stop one. Alni and Pip can do more,"</strong> Each gets a spoon pointed at them in turn. <strong>"What's left..."</strong> She circles the spoon around in the direction of the other three, then smacks the back of the utensil into her other hand with a sharp <em>SLAP!</em> sound. Then she uses said spoon to steal a bit of Pip's stew, fluttering her eyelashes at the bard the whole time. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"If plan is too complicated, more can go wrong and it's harder to fix. So, we keep it simple. They have an axe, we have a bigger axe <em>and magic</em>"</strong> spooky finger-waggles accompany this. She nodded at what Dorn says, and gives Svetlana a glance. <strong>"He needs a lot of room, the tent he pitches is very big. I just need a corner, or a box, or maybe a large hat?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outcasts(Kingmaker) Main RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>14-05-2018, 03:44:16</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://artfiles.alphacoders.com/473/47350.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aaleyah (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=285757.msg14063994#msg14063994)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Meek, but politely so<br><strong>Location:</strong> Trading Post<br><strong>Frog-level:</strong> Modest<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Everybody<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Statblock</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>[SIZE=+1]Aaleyah[/SIZE] (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1550742)</strong>[/URL]<br>Female Neutral Suli Summoner (Synthesist), <strong>Level</strong> 1, <strong>Init</strong> -1, <strong>HP</strong> 10/10, <strong>DR</strong> DR5/Acid, <strong>Speed</strong> 30<br><strong>AC</strong> 12, <strong>Touch</strong> 9, <strong>Flat-footed</strong> 12, <strong>CMD</strong> 8, <strong>Fort</strong> 1, <strong>Ref</strong> -1, <strong>Will</strong> 4, <strong>CMB</strong> -1, <strong>Base Attack Bonus</strong> 0&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>&nbsp; Dagger </strong> -1 (1d4-1, 19-20)<br><strong>&nbsp; Longspear </strong> -1 (1d8-1, x3)<br><strong>Ammo weight 2# Light Crossbow (20) </strong> -1 (1d8, 19-20/x2)<br><strong>&nbsp; Leather</strong>, <strong>&nbsp; Shield, Light Wooden</strong> (+2 Armor, +1 Shield, -1 Dex)<br><strong>Abilities</strong> Str 9, Dex 8, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 15, Cha 17<br><strong>Condition</strong> None</div></div><hr><br><br><br>"Let's assume no explosions, then." Aaleyah murmurs briskly. "There's a time and a place for everything, but inside our hosts home isn't a good place for explosions."<br><br>She has nothing to add to Dorn's commentary, though she does seem to look at him a moment or two longer than necessary after his comment about the possible distractions of a raging orc. It's not a critical look.<br><br>She colors slightly and glances over to Luckums, "I can probably manage two, or three, if I'm lucky. And I'm sure Dorn will also do his share." Odd. She hardly looks capable of carrying her spear, pack and shield at the same time.<br><br>She turns to study the palisade of the small keep, eyeing the walkways and the ladder near the main gate. "I, ah, believe I'll start out up there. Perhaps Dorn will join me. I'm not sanguine about us slamming the door on them fast enough to surprise them, but certainly having an orc and a small griffon drop down between them and the exit will, ah, dissuade them from immediately trying to run."<br><br>She looks up at the wall-walk again, then glances at Svetlana. "I may just sleep up there. Wouldn't want anyone to trip over me in the night. Or do you folk walk the walls during the night watch?" She sounds a tiny bit skeptical of the latter. It's hard for her to understand how two folk could adequately defend this place in any sense.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outcasts(Kingmaker) Main RP Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheScarletBlade</strong> on <strong>30-05-2018, 04:00:48</strong>
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				Characters: Happs Bydon and his merry band of Bandits<br>Location: Riding into Oleg's trading post<br>Status: Normal, Unaware<br><br><br>The night had fallen on the Stolen Lands. Some had spent that night chatting and eating with the Levitons as their spirits seemed much improved. Some were isolated loners seeking the refuge of the shadows. Some even sought the pleasure of their party members company. However the night passed for the party and the Levitons, the sun was rising over the untamed and wild Stolen Lands. As the sun began to barely peek over the wooden palisade guarding the converted fortress, Oleg was the first one awake. Knowing the bandits were only a few hours away, Oleg went about the fortress cautiously waking everyone up from their slumber in the guest quarters or elsewhere in the fort. Oleg was very careful about waking each member of the party, last thing he needed was someone to unconsciously wake and place a knife in his gut. After he had roused the members of the party, Oleg went over to join his wife in make a small, quick breakfast for everyone. Nervousness rifling through his gut, Oleg knew that he wouldn't eat very much. He surmised that most likely, the warriors defending his home wouldn't be that hungry before a battle either. <br><br>As a quick breakfast came to an end, the rest of the food left out as a “welcome gift” to the bandits, Oleg hoped it was more like their last meal. Thoughts of vengence firmly in his mind, they helped him get over how unnerving it was for what looked like a woman to become him. Her body had shimmered and then morphed to become an exact copy. It was like looking into a flesh and blood mirror. Oleg lamented that he wasn't a fighter and couldn't help defend his home as he ushered the love of his life into their humble home. Locking the front door and then their bedroom door, Oleg sat and waited with his wife. With everyone in the trading post assuming their positions, there was powerful degree of tension in the air. Though Oleg wasn't fighting to protect his home, he knew that the livelihood of him and his wife hung on the edge of these stranger's blades. That made him pretty nervous as he drew his wife close into an embrace and waited.<br><br>One person who wasn't nervous was Happs Bydon. Today was such a beautiful morning he surmised as his powerful horse carried him and his men towards the trading post. For agreeing to go on this stupid little milk run, his boss decided that he could fuck her. Damn did she have a sweet little pussy to go with a muscular yet scarred body. She was also vicious as fuck, which he liked in his bitches. Rubbing some fresh bruises on his neck from her choking him, he smirked. All night in exchange for a simple pick up. That was the sweet life. The Leviton's were cowards and cowed. Bandit's ruled these parts and those stupid traders knew they had to give up the goods or die. Taking their goods in return for protection had become routine as taking a dump in the morning. Too easy! Happs had once been a corrupt night guard, getting paid in money and pussy to let crime go on. He missed those nights where people didn't pay. Where he got to hurt some people. With how the crew ran this area, it seems like those days were far behind though!<br><br>Flashing a forward hand signal to the bandits at his side, the four men rode in a line up to the trading post. The found the gate open and waiting for them. That was good! The Levitons wanted to get it over with just as fast as he did. Happs thought about trying to get at his bosses sweet ass again, since this was gonna go off without a hitch. Motioning for his men to enter first, the four bandits came through two at a time into the keep. No one looked around, there was no point, as Oleg was already hiding again this time. It was ok that the trader wasn't here, as long as Happs got paid! Motioning toward the wagon full of goods waiting for them, mostly furs, Happs hung back a bit as his men advanced. No point in helping when he could sit back, let his men do the heavy lifting and think about some sweet tight ass. <br><br>The three other bandits advanced to the cart and began to rummage through it. Dismounted from their horse, leashing their reigns to the cart as they began to look through the gear, they mostly ignored their surroundings. Reaching into the cart, the three bandits grabbed a stack of furs each to place on his horse. As the sun continued to rise, the three bandits went about their day: Loading gear, whistling while they worked and enjoying the beautiful morning sun. It was just a calm, normal day.....<br><br>
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