Dungeon World [IC]
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				Title: <strong>Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>16-11-2013, 20:13:37</strong>
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				The city of Melanis Cove descends from a quaint village of fishermen and glassblowers, but found its way on the map several generations ago when various alchemists set up trade in order to purchase the glass for potions and vials.&nbsp; Now, the thriving community works from both land and sea, offering any number of interesting delights to those with the coin to spend.<br><br>The ruler is a Queen Hasta, one of the few humans who have managed by deed and perseverance to claim a title of nobility without the birthright, though tales on this accomplishment are as varied and outlandish as the local stories of mermaid brides.&nbsp; Potions and alchemy have enabled her to extend her lifespan to over 100 years old, but have done nothing to bring back the auburn to her hair or smooth the wrinkles from her features.&nbsp; Proclamations have been made for those who might be able to truly restore her youth, building the city to a clamour with the influx of those who would gain the favor of a queen.<br><br>As one approaches, the sea air tickles the nose just as one gets close enough to form into the queue for those attempting passage.&nbsp; Three guards check over the wares of a merchant's wagon, while another stands on the parapet and shouts to the crowd, "Hugsbane is no longer permitted within the city walls!&nbsp; Those who would seek to bring the vile poison should turn back now!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>16-11-2013, 20:45:38</strong>
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				<em>Spout lore on Hugsbane: 12</em><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mandy walked down the road at her master’s right hand, and a step behind.&nbsp; &nbsp;The healthy bodied redhead was still a little amazed at the turn her life had taken.&nbsp; When she’d sold herself to Karl Jaden’s Fine Concubines and Skilled Slaves for the money to get her beloved mentor out of debt, she’d expected to wind up in the service of a spoiled adventuring lordling.&nbsp; Instead, a rugged but beautiful woman—temporarily wealthy from some recent treasure trove—purchased her bond.&nbsp; Mandy hadn’t known Lanethe very long, but the older woman seemed to respect her knowledge and power as much as her beauty, which made Mandy very happy.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The redhead wore a copper collar, a copper chain around her waist and a matching garter at her left hip, holding her dagger at the ready.&nbsp; Her sandals were white and wrapped up her calves to the knee.&nbsp; She also wore a pristine white top, snug to her bosom, with a v neck, laced just bellow her breasts and baring her tight, slender waist from there down.&nbsp; She also wore two strips of silky white cloth hanging from the copper chain, one covering most of her legs and hanging almost to her knees, the other just as long in back, covering most of her bottom.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She took a step closer to Lanethe as the four fell into line at the entrance tot eh gate.&nbsp; “I know that drug, master,” She explained, “It’s a highbred of redwort and ginseng.&nbsp; My father and brothers used to use small amounts of it when they meant to work all night n the fields.&nbsp; An overdose can be easily fatal, though.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She glanced at the other members of the party with a polite smile on her dusty pink lips.&nbsp; “Do you suppose someone tried to use it in a youth potion?”&nbsp; She shrugged, “It could just as easily be unrelated to the queen’s call.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>17-11-2013, 08:54:25</strong>
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				Valeria felt the same sense of tension she always had at arriving at a new city; it was a good tension, that tension that came with new adventure and the promise of glory. She gently touched the holy symbol she wore around her neck, the blue eye of Veritas, Lord of Truth, Banisher of Lies. She was a fit woman, her form curvacious and lovely, but it was mostly obscured by the dint of her chunky scale armor. Her long blond hair was pulled back in a no-nonsense bun, and her gray eyes regarded the guards shouting about the recent banning against Hugsbane. She felt a brief flutter of uneasiness regarding Amanda; she admired the woman for her resolve, but the clothing Amanda wore was designed to attract notice and favorable (or perhaps unfavorable...) attention. The paladin was always slightly ill-at-ease around such beauteous individuals in her rough armor and dirty traveling cloak.<br><br>She heard Amanda address the group about the mixture, and Valeria frowned and said, “Considering the sheer number of people here? I just bet someone thought they could try to doll up some fake “youth” potion...or use the fact the Queen wanted a youth potion as a way to try to poison her. Either way, I doubt banning Hugsbane is going to fix anything. Someone else is bound to use something else inappropriately or try to take advantage of the situation. I'd say it's probably related to the Queen's call, most likely, otherwise it wouldn't be banned from the entire city limits.” She looked to the three guards and wondered if their things would be searched if they entered the city; it was highly likely.<br><br>She looked to the rest of the members of their band and said, “What do the rest of you think?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>18-11-2013, 02:00:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Q4IbKHo.jpg)&nbsp; </div>Sparrow shoots an askance look at Valeria, lifting her eyebrow quizzically but, generally, remains silent about it.&nbsp; <br><br>"Meh," she says under her breath, "Probably nothin'.&nbsp; Who's buying the first round, eh?&nbsp; Gods I could use a few... maybe a footrub, a roasted chicken."&nbsp; <br><br>She sniffs lightly, "simply <i>fascinating</i> how much some people know about poison.&nbsp; I mean... it's dangerous, isn't it?&nbsp; A weapon with no wielder, simply... cast out into the world, hoping to get its target.&nbsp; Ooh, d'you think their tavern has mead?&nbsp; I adooore mead..."
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				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>18-11-2013, 03:10:43</strong>
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				"Well I was just a lad,<br>And she was just a lass,<br>And between us two we barely had any,<br>Class,<br>And our worries were many,<br>For--"<br><br>As they had been standing around and waiting to get in, the bard had grown somewhat... well, antsy. He liked to be moving, to be doing, not waiting around. And that's why he had begun to sing a little upbeat ditty,&nbsp; one that had the sound of being capable of turning into a story of love, or loss; or perhaps both.&nbsp; But he ends his brief bout of&nbsp; beautiful barding when the guards make their announcement. <br><br>And he fails to pick it back up, because now there was chatter, and&nbsp; it paid to pay attention to it.&nbsp; That also, alas, meant that he was momentarily not admiring the beauty he found himself surrounded by. Even the Paladin had her own beauty, he was sure; it just needed to be set free of that constricting armor, and the grime of travel and battle.&nbsp; "I imagine alchemists are even more common now than usual. Makes sense that some of them will go the route of nebulous concoctions in the hopes of fame and fortune. Personally, I think we should go the route of studying for artifacts. Those tend to be more reliable...and even if we can't find one, there'll be a good few stories in there for the telling." Even when he chatted normally, he had a sort of lyrical quality to his voice.&nbsp; It seemed to have a sort of rhythm to it that most people did not have. Some might find that interesting, though others might be annoyed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>18-11-2013, 10:11:32</strong>
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				The delay in the line gave ample time for one of the guards to come up on horseback from inside the city.&nbsp; Far from the dull steel armor, this woman bore lighter, decorated armor that marked her rank.&nbsp; As she came up towards the protagonists, the other guards continued their work on checking merchant wagons, either by unseen signal or previous orders.<br><br>"Adventurers."&nbsp; The word boiled up from her mouth in the way she might scold a small child.&nbsp; "No doubt here to kill just enough of the nearby monsters to get them riled up into a war frenzy, then waste your ill-gotten gains on booze and cheap Dwarven ale."&nbsp; She took her time in looking over the group, as if wanting to make sure she had each face good and memorized.<br><br>Upon seeing the holy symbol of Veritas, she moved her eyes up to the paladin, addressing Valeria simply and directly.&nbsp; "If you can assure me that no Hugsbane is held in the possession of your party, you're free to go in."&nbsp; She gestured with a gauntlet.&nbsp; "If you need to search them or ask them, by all means.&nbsp; If any of you have any, it can be returned at the end of the week or when you leave."
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				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>19-11-2013, 08:08:28</strong>
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				Valeria turned to the party, looking at them all, before figuring out how to answer the guard. She answered with confidence, but she measured her words carefully as well. She did not want to lie, but neither was she trying to police her companions. She said with authority, "I do not know of my companions possessing any Hugsbane or making any during our travels. To the best of my knowledge, they do not possess any of this substance. In addition, while we are adventurers, we do not intend to cause any problems here."<br><br>Worshiping a god of truth taught Valeria to be careful with her words. She always had a modifier before her assurances, leaving the tiniest of loopholes, just in case someone intended to rudely surprise her with sudden Hugsbane. She turned to her her companions and smiled for a moment, a moment of trust in them (albeit uneasy trust), before turning to say to this apparent leader of the guards, "I can say that I trust my companions enough to assure you that they do <em>not</em> have any Hugsbane. So might we pass into the town now?" She grinned and said, "We're a bit weary from the road and wouldn't mind filling our bellies with dinner or mead."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>19-11-2013, 08:20:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs48/i/2010/105/2/2/Wild_Elf_by_mcafee2000.jpg)</div>"Or you could ask us.&nbsp; Really, I speak your language." Lanethe muttered, crossing her arms beneath her tattooed undersides of her breasts, one hand holding the other end of Amanda's 'leash' "I carry no drug of that nature, since I never have need to work those hours and have many other means of making coin.&nbsp; That, and I have no desire to fuck for hours..."<br><br>She looked at the group, glancing around at them all, waiting for a moment.<br><br>"That's what it's also used for you know: helps a man get hard and fuck all night, tends to cause same man's hart to give out because of it?" she said, gesturing to the city before them with her 'free' hand before moving to rub a thumb over the end of her bow at one side "Perhaps an... uh... 'epidemia' or whatever of such things?&nbsp; Doesn't matter why but none of us have any now can we go in now?"<br><br>All said while sitting bareback atop a giant bear, a truly beastial creature that she found positively adorable, though others might not say the same of Ehtenal...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>19-11-2013, 13:19:05</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The redhead arched a brow at the guardswoman’s quarry--a more than arrogant enough gesture to show that the young mage hadn't lost an inch of her pride upon accepting a collar.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She spoke up, "I assure you, captain, I have no need of such crude poisons.&nbsp; My arte provides all the medicine I or my master could ever need."&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>20-11-2013, 11:18:11</strong>
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				The captain of the guard considered trading a few barbs with the ranger, but at the look of the long line forming, decided better of it.&nbsp; "I'll make you a deal," she said, again to Valeria.&nbsp; "Go down the line of merchants and ask each if they have any intend to bring any hugsbane into town.&nbsp; I'll then save you the trouble of going through the pat-down searches and make sure the Happy Hog Tavern whips you up a nice dinner."<br><br>One of the guards attempted to speak up, "Ma'am..."<br><br>She turned to him.&nbsp; "Yes, I know.&nbsp; We let the bear through, and if it causes problems, shoot it.&nbsp; Any one of you should be more than capable of taking down a rampaging bear."<br><br>He gulped, but nodded.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>21-11-2013, 03:30:33</strong>
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				The paladin blushed brighter than hellfire for a moment at Lanethe's explanation about Hugsbane, but she quickly shook off the embarrassment. She mumbled, "I, uh...did not know that. That is an interesting fact. Um. Yes. And thank you for sharing. A fascinating thing." She snapped out of it and listened to the guard-captain's offer.<br><br>Valeria grimaced and grumbled; she was not a guard and didn't appreciate being offered a "deal" that was really just a basic right to gaining entrance to the city, which still shouldn't be an issue. She thought better of getting lippy and decided to say, grudgingly, to the captain of the guard, "Very well, but that meal best be free if I'm to do a job meant for the guards and not for me." She reached over to pat Lanethe's bear and said, grinning to the guard captain, "Does that meal include something for Ehtenal?" She smiled and held up a hand as if to make it clear she was joking before acceding to the captain's offer.<br><br>Valeria made her way down the line, questioning each merchant, holding her symbol of Veritas as she does so in the hopes that it will give her insight into these individuals. She thought to herself irritably, <em>I wonder if I can get Lucian to make a song about pain-in-the-ass captains of the guards? Ugh.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>21-11-2013, 05:02:23</strong>
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				The bard stayed relatively quiet throughout their encounter with the guard captain. There were about a hundred things he could say; he was half tempted to ask her if she knew of the Custom of Hospitality.&nbsp; Get her alone, see if he can't help her unwind. But no, he figured his traveling companions wouldn't appreciate that.&nbsp; And despite some of the things he says and does, he does care about that.<br><br>"I knew you had the soul of a poet." he would say to the Paladin before she left. Why? Because 'free' and 'me' rhymed. More importantly, there was good spacing in her word choice; it had a sort of natural rhythm to it that was likely only to be truly appreciated by fellow minstrels.&nbsp; Heck, if she brought up the idea of doing a song about it, he'd have to include those lines. Have to. No exception! His Muse would demand it of him. 
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				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>21-11-2013, 05:41:41</strong>
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				Maintaining the air of superficial ignorance, the Rogue rolls her eyes and scans the city again.&nbsp; "Oh, come on, that bear's got half the bulk of a north-born trader, and a much finer disposition after three pints.&nbsp; At least the bear shits in the woods, unlike those traders... OH, by the by, where go the traders to stash their-- er, spend their coin, I wonder?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>21-11-2013, 20:57:12</strong>
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				As the paladin went down the line, most of the merchants were honest about their intentions and had no Hugsbane.&nbsp; Two of them, however, were lying at their claim.&nbsp; It was as easy to hear as a misstruck chord upon a harp, even if others wouldn't recognize.<br><br>As Valeria went about the task, the captain directed one of the guards, "Happy Hog.&nbsp; Free for all of them...including the bear.&nbsp; They know I'm good for it."&nbsp; The guard bowed and scurried off to deliver the message.<br><br>One of the merchants, mishearing the rogue's idle query, gave her a smile, "Oh, you should make sure you're here for the festival.&nbsp; That's part of what so many of us are here for."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>23-11-2013, 04:31:45</strong>
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				Valeria grinned when she realized that they were actually going to feed the bear. She hadn't expected that. She felt pretty good about the upcoming festival, even if the queen of Melanis Cove was on her strange quest for youth. She felt a peculiar pang of sympathy for a woman who perhaps felt weak and unlovely, but she dismissed it as she marched her way into the city, hopefully with her companions. <br><br>She quipped back to Lucian about the rhyming, "Me? A poet? Lanethe's bear is a more likely poet than me. Although..." <br><br>She cast her gaze about this and said, "Looks like there are a lot of festivals and contests going on, Ser Poet. Think you might try your hand around here and see what comes of it?" She tucked her holy symbol away for the time being; the blue eye of Veritas didn't need to be out or daunting during this place's time of celebration. She looked back to Mandy and Sparrow to see what they were up to and asked everyone, "Are we all agreed on going to the tavern for that free meal?"
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				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>23-11-2013, 20:35:04</strong>
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				Further inside the city, the telltale signs of luxurious celebration were already making themselves known.&nbsp; Makeshift structures, a jousting pit, a number of tables and tents and a number of decorations already adorned the city square.<br><br>The exact center of the town square was marked with a fountain, mystically enchanted to create drinkable water even so close to the open sea.&nbsp; Inside was the life-sized statue of a young woman made entirely out of gold, smiling to the populace with her arms open in welcome.<br><br>Far to the left, a ragged and abandoned building was marked rather simply as an Adventurer's Guildhouse.&nbsp; A tattered message board hung with names and symbols for those requesting help, but it looked long since abandoned.&nbsp; This town had not seen adventurers in quite some time.&nbsp; Still, it would at least have decent bedding for the heroes.<br><br>Some distance away, a stone statue overlooked the city from above the buildings of Aequitas, the twin brother of Veritas who dedicated himself to justice.&nbsp; The brother deities got along quite well, however, and it wasn't uncommon for those of one faith to use the other's temple for divine needs.<br><br>The Happy Hog Tavern wasn't difficult to spot, as the two-story building was decorated with the painting of a pig snoozing next an empty barrel of ale.&nbsp; Although the place had clear signs of activity, it was still only about half full.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>24-11-2013, 03:11:22</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The redhead smiled as she trailed the ranger through the streets.&nbsp; As she noticed the golden statue, green eyes widened and she gasped, "That would work!&nbsp; I'm sure of it.&nbsp; That would actually work!"&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Glancing down another street, she noted hay bails being set up, with archery targets pinned to them.&nbsp; She smiled at the carnival atmosphere.&nbsp; Scanning various booths on the way to the pub, she noted a game she recognized.&nbsp; Men were setting up seven boards, just thick enough to lodge a knife in, ten paces back from a counter.&nbsp; The boards were marked with geometric patterns.&nbsp; Mandy recognized the game.&nbsp; They would try and put daggers in the points of stars, hexagrams, and the like.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh, master!" Mandy grinned, tugging on the ranger's elbow.&nbsp; "That's a kith’an game.&nbsp; I’d love to play when the festival begins.&nbsp; Perhaps I can win you something?”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>24-11-2013, 12:58:54</strong>
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				"You rhymed without trying." He raised his eyebrows at the Paladin. But, he was about to let it drop. He was probably just getting a little too excited over something relatively small.&nbsp; In another time and place, people might say he had just geeked out.&nbsp; "I think I might. Even a better challenge if we can find a trivia game. But, to be sure of it, there will be much competition. This sort of environment, it's like a beacon to my people." Bards, that is.<br><br>"Ahh, but food first. Starving artists rarely do good work." As they continued along, he just lightly hummed a rather catchy and energetic tune. It was pretty simple and repetitive. but he wasn't trying to be fancy or impressive. It was just something he did when he was excited, and this probably isn't the first time his traveling companions will have heard this particular little ditty. <br><br>He looked at some of the games as they traveled along; but he also looked for any other traveling musicians, performers, and the like. He wanted to try and get a feel for whether there would be a lot of performers; especially those that might have a musical instrument on display, like how his own lute was strapped to his back. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 03:22:31</strong>
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				"Right, right," Sparrow mutters as she cuts eyes at the carnival games.&nbsp; "It's allll about skill, nothing to about it rigged."&nbsp; She sighs, fingering the pommel of a discreetly-placed dagger.&nbsp; "I ought to consider changing my life's work.&nbsp; More money in that, there is..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 18:36:29</strong>
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				As the artisans worked on painting out the Kith'An game, one of them noticed the excitement of the collared girl and gave a soft smile of sympathy.&nbsp; Perhaps he knew from past experience what it meant to wear a collar, because he kept looking at it as he talked to her.&nbsp; "Well, we certainly need someone to test the board," he said, patting one of the finished stars.&nbsp; A younger worker girl looked over to him, but he gestured for her to continue working.&nbsp; "Would you like to give it a shot and win something for your mistress before the games?&nbsp; No charge."<br><br>A nubile woman in noble's clothes, with long brown hair covering her ears and working its way down her shoulders, stepped out of the Happy Hog Tavern unsteadily with a wine glass still in hand.&nbsp; The twinkle in her eye showed that she hadn't bothered to wait until the festival actually began before celebrating, and it was surprising that she managed to keep such finery clean in her current state.&nbsp; "A minshtrel!" she slurred, spotting Lucian's lute and meandering her way over.&nbsp; "Sing us a happy song for the joyous times!"<br><br>Sparrow, meanwhile, saw a pair of merchants with bloated coin purses working on one of the games.&nbsp; It was a simple task for rolling a steel ball to strike three pins down at the other end, but they were doing the old cheat of inserting lodestones so that the ball would swerve away from its intended course.&nbsp; From the way people past, the trick was apparently unknown in this area.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>26-11-2013, 02:57:52</strong>
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				"Well, why not go have fun then Mandy?" the elf said as she and her bear parted the streets, she reaching down to ruffle her 'slave's' hair "I'm sure you'll win me something nice!"<br><br>Of course, if she failed she wouldn't be <em>mad</em>, not one bit.&nbsp; Was a good excuse for 'punishment' though.&nbsp; Mandy liked being 'punished' though...<br><br>She and her bear though - both given quite a wide berth - went past the intoxicated lady to the tavern, where she hopped off and gave the giant bear a pat on it's snout.<br><br>"You behave yourself now and I'll make sure you get a good mead." she cooed, and then with a guttural utterance the bear began to slowly barrel towards the Paladin, intent on 'hugging' her once more... "Really?&nbsp; What is it with you and that woman?"<br><br>She herself went into the inn to have a look around, and certainly having plenty of space to do so.&nbsp; She wasn't sure why it wasn't more packed; the crowd was good, the bar looked decent, she didn't draw a whole hell of a lot of attention with her tats and limited clothing... she liked the place already!<br><br>"Uh... hi." she said in all her eloquence to the barkeep as she made her way to the bar "We're part of the group that is getting a pass 'cause of the guard, meal and all?&nbsp; You got anything a giant grizzly could eat?&nbsp; And drink?&nbsp; He likes mead."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>26-11-2013, 03:27:06</strong>
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				He continued along quite happily, looking forward to checking out the local fare; he wondered if there might be merchants hawking sweets and confections. He did have a sweet tooth or three that needed to be satisfied.&nbsp; However, he is brought to attention when someone declares that a minstrel is in their presence; and not quite soberly, at that.<br><br>Without missing a beat, though, he took his lute, and gave the woman a pleasant, charming smile. "Of course, m'lady!" His fingers would slide delicately along the strings, plucking out a few nice notes as he adjusted his grip on the instrument. <br><br>"Well it's a lovely day,<br>I simply must say,<br>With the wind just right,<br>And the sun not too bright,<br>And perhaps I will dance a little number,<br>To help rouse me from my slumber!"<br><br>As he began to sing, right around the line that started with 'And perhaps', he would begin to prance about; for there was more to a show than playing and singing. He liked to go all the way. His voice is lively, energetic to the point that those listening to him might feel energized by his performance.<br><br>"And later on,<br>I'll find some friends,<br>And we'll have some fun!<br>We'll gamble and drink,<br>And try not to think, <br>Too hard.<br>And as the day moves on,<br>We'll hunt some game to roast,<br>And fine wine will fill our glasses,<br>So that I may make a toast,<br>To our wealth,<br>And our health,<br>And to the gods big and small,<br>We'll offer thanks to them all."<br><br>The entire time he sang, he played a steady, merry rhythm; the sort of music one could have a lively dance with. The actual music playing tapers off during the last few lines, and the very last of those lines is actually spoken without musical accompaniment; in fact, by the time he has reached the final word, the lute has already transitioned back to its place on his back. <br><br>He would bow, a bit superfluously, towards the woman who must clearly be a person of moderate import; or perhaps someone that was lucky enough to marry into the wealthier class.&nbsp; He couldn't quite tell at a glance which she was. He did, however, surreptitiously give her a once-over, though his eyes are quick to take in her face, and gauge her reaction. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>26-11-2013, 23:21:15</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mandy’s back tingled happily when Lanethe’s fingers brushed through her hair.&nbsp; “Thank you, Master.&nbsp; I’ll be sure and win you something nice.”&nbsp; She blushed a little bit, though.&nbsp; Kith’an was hard at ten paces.&nbsp; Lanethe knew some of the limits of her knife throwing ability.&nbsp; She was as likely to receive delicious punishment tonight as thanks.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The redhead pressed her palms over her loincloth and bowed to the attendant who approached her, giving him a cheerful and reassuring smile.&nbsp; “Thank you very much, sir.&nbsp; You’re very kind, and I quite appreciate the opportunity!”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She waited for the daggers, gave another gracious bow, then took picked one up and took the heft of it.&nbsp; She smiled as she felt it’s weight and closed her eyes.&nbsp; She deliberately let go of the words in her head, commenting on the weight of the daggers, the direction of the wind, the times in the passed when she’d thrown at this shape. She let it all go.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Only when her mind was completely silent did her serene green eyes open allowing the redhead to make a graceful toss.&nbsp; <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">2d6+1=5&nbsp; <br>Mandy's going to be sad.&nbsp; ^_^;; </div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>26-11-2013, 23:52:42</strong>
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				Inside the inn, it was easier to tell why the place wasn't full.&nbsp; The building was huge, running back for far enough to have several feast tables.&nbsp; Servants were already in the process of setting up one of them, with all sorts of alcohol and delights fresh in from the boats.&nbsp; Clearly the captain of the guard had been truthful to her word.<br><br>A rotund gentleman with a fluffy white beard stepped out from behind the bar, giving her a grin.&nbsp; "Hoi there, lass.&nbsp; I've never dealt with a bear before, but we've still got that dwarven barrel from a few years ago which has proven far too strong for the local citizenry.&nbsp; I can't guarantee it'll work for him, but we can certainly try.&nbsp; Will he eat anything cooked?"<br><br>Outside, someone is coming over to the bear, a curious merchant who's trying to figure something out.<br><br><hr><br>The noblewoman listens in fawning silence to the bard's performance, then claps her hands together, making her drink slosh around but not spill.&nbsp; "Marvelous, ministrel!&nbsp; Marvelous!&nbsp; Have you found anyone yet to give you lodgings and accommodations?"&nbsp; She was a pretty enough girl, though there was something about her eyes and demeanor.&nbsp; Most likely she had something unusual in her ancestry.&nbsp; ((Roll +Int to learn more.))<br><br><hr><br>The man allowing Mandy the use of the Kith'An board turned away from her to point, "You see the points-" he started to say until the knife buried itself in his hand.&nbsp; "AUGH!"&nbsp; Dropping to a knee, he clutched the hand to his chest.<br><br>"I'll get the healers," his companion said, running off towards the temple.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>27-11-2013, 00:27:28</strong>
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				&nbsp; The redhead gave a yelp of startled bemusement as the man began to gesture towards the board in the middle of the throw and his hand intercepted her toss!&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; The knife impaled the poor, kind soul's hand and Mandy shrieked as he sank to one knee.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Without thinking, she leaped over the counter and crouched in front of the kneeling man.&nbsp; She took his hand in her own and carefully removed the dagger as she chanted a spell to heal the wound.&nbsp; <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">Much better!&nbsp; *gasp of relief.*&nbsp; <br>12 on the healing spell.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>27-11-2013, 00:48:06</strong>
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				He smiled at her, widely, joyously; for there was nothing quite as nice as a happy audience. The only thing better, really, was a bigger, or happier--or both!--audience. But even if it was only the one, and maybe a passerby or two, it was nice. <br><br>He did think there was something slightly different about her, and as he speaks to her, his mind busily goes over things; stories, and poems, and lyrics, and the like. Something that he's heard, or read, or even seen, that would help him figure out just what it was that made this woman so different. "I've only just arrived, so no, I have not yet had the honor of receiving hospitality, M'lady." He answered truthfully. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">dice roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2013-11-26 17:42:21, TheHangedMan (uid: 12227) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 13 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=52090)<br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>27-11-2013, 04:23:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The tavern was a pleasant reprieve. Valeria noticed the bear barreling over towards her for a hug and looped her arms clumsily around the fuzzy creature. He was strong and powerful, and Valeria could respect that in a creature. She never quite understood why the bear liked her, but she liked the giant creature back. Valeria saw the merchant and coughed, embarrassed, releasing the bear from her playful hug, hoping that it didn't make her seem less solemn or noble by hugging an enormous fuzzy grizzly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>27-11-2013, 05:01:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The man went silent as the knife wound vanished, the pain likewise disappearing, and smiled reassuringly at her touch.&nbsp; "It's all right," he told her, seeing her panic and giving the best reassuring smile he could manage.&nbsp; "We're not going to let your master know.&nbsp; Don't worry, all right?"<br><br><hr><br>Old bardic tales from hundreds of years ago speak of the Firesparkle Elves.&nbsp; The race had been cursed (some would say blessed) with the lifespan of a human, but with the insatiable stamina and curiosity to spend every waking moment in bliss and adventure.&nbsp; Each was recognizable by the amber glisten in their eyes, a trait which could be passed down for hundreds of generations even to humans, a trait which this noblewoman carried as well.&nbsp; "Well, it's settled, then," she decided for him with all the authority of one born to prestige.&nbsp; "I'm Lady Marna Wanders.&nbsp; The servants will help you settle in if you require anything more than a room and meals."&nbsp; She didn't seem clear on all the particulars.&nbsp; "Might I expect a tale at breakfast?"<br><br><hr><br>As the paladin snuggled with the bear, the merchant gave her a smile.&nbsp; It actually seemed the answer to his prayers.&nbsp; "Is this a trained wrestling bear?" he asked her, a soft gleam in his eyes.&nbsp; "My mentor has spent three years trying to find a trained wrestling bear for the Festival of Life."<br><br><hr><br>"You are all fools!"&nbsp; From further up the road, a wizened old man hobbled his way along, shouting his dire warnings.&nbsp; "Do you not understand that death must be accepted if life is to be truly enjoyed?&nbsp; Why do you celebrate except to lament?&nbsp; Have you not heard the prophecies?"&nbsp; Guards keep watch upon the old man, but most simply ignore him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>27-11-2013, 12:54:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Wanders." He would say with sincerity, politeness, and grace. In the back of his mind, his recollection of the oddity came to mind, and he felt relief that it was not something sinister. After all, odd things&nbsp; could be good or bad. "You honor me with your hospitality. A tale at breakfast is surely the least I could do for you." Maybe he was being a little over-the-top, but at the same time, there isn't anything false&nbsp; about it; this is just the minstrel being himself. This was his natural tendency.<br><br>"If you do not mind, I would like to find my traveling companions, and let them know where I'll be, first." And maybe to see what that old fool was yelling about, that he could hear in the distance. Prophecy? There's got to be something fascinating to learn there.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>29-11-2013, 04:08:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Valeria nearly choked with embarrassment when the merchant asked her if the bear was a trained wrestling bear. Very slowly, her face beet red, the paladin relinquished her hold on her fuzzy and enormous animal friend, edged to the door of the tavern, and called out, "Um.....Lanethe?<em> <strong>Laneeeeethe</strong></em>! Someone wants to hire your bear if it's a trained wrestling bear!" She coughed and said to the merchant, holding up her symbol of Veritas, "The animal is not mine, although I'm sure his owner--no, his companion, owner is not the right word when referring to a ranger's companion, his companion would be the correct person to discuss this with."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>29-11-2013, 06:23:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah he eats cooked..." Lanethe began, but then the sound of screaming, her bear 'getting her attention', and a familiar voice saying they want to... uh... what now? "I'll be right back.&nbsp; Just make sure it's got a nice red center for him alright?&nbsp; Quantity is more important for him than 'quality' he tells me."<br><br>She quickly vacated the area, glanced towards the scream's location... her delightful slave was working her magic on someone, problem solved then.&nbsp; Now to her Paladin as her companion of a bear kept trying to climb on the Paladin's back, thinking himself perhaps a cub trying to ride her back (hard to do when you were twice as tall and easily five as heavy as he person you were trying to climb on).<br><br>"Ehtenal, you're not a cub anymore!" she said, smacking his flank and getting a grunt from him as she stood between him and the merchant, head cocked to the side as she looked him over "Now you want to hire my bear to do what now?&nbsp; Wrestle?&nbsp; He doesn't talk much but he's playful as you see, but well behaved.&nbsp; He might like that... what are we talking about fund-wise you're offering?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>30-11-2013, 00:04:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The redhead drew a clean cloth from her satchel and carefully cleaned up the man's hand.&nbsp; She looked into his eyes as he reassured her, then kissed him on the cheek.&nbsp; "Thank you, I should get going.&nbsp; I'll try to come back tonight and play properly."&nbsp; <br><br>She hopped up onto the desk, flashing him her creamy thighs as she spun on the desk, then hopped back down and straightened her loincloth before moving to join her master and the bear.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>30-11-2013, 00:28:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, by all means," the noblewoman said, taking another sip of her drink.&nbsp; "I need to get back to celebrating anyway.&nbsp; See you soon."&nbsp; She gave him a wink before sauntering off to continue getting drunk and having fun.<br><br>The prophet came over to the fountain, pouring a handful of sand down nearby and drawing a crude face into the grains.&nbsp; He spoke words that didn't seem to quite make sense or sound like a known language, but it seemed to be some sort of prayer of contrition.<br><br><hr><br>"Oh, you'll do it?" the merchant said to the women, giving the bear one more glance with delight.&nbsp; "Excellent, excellent.&nbsp; I'll be off to fetch him!"&nbsp; With that, he turned and darted down one of the streets as fast as he could.<br><br>One of the servants came out with an oversized wooden bucket which was filled with venison, fish and some of the foul-smelling dwarven brew.&nbsp; She barely had time to set it down and withdraw her hand before the bear went for it, gobbling it up in a frenzy of delight.&nbsp; The servant went off to go get another bucket.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>30-11-2013, 00:31:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mandy came up behind and beside her equaly scantily clad master and kissed Lanethe on the cheek before glancing at the feeding bare.&nbsp; "What have I missed, master?"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>30-11-2013, 02:56:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He would give a brief, but courteous bow to the departing woman, and then turned his attention to taking in his surroundings. There was the babbling fellow doing...something, with something else. The big bear was a hard to miss sight, and he saw a few of his companions over there. He'd catch up with them in a bit; he wouldn't miss them, but, he might miss on his opportunity to inquire as to the prophecy.<br><br>He would make his way over to the fellow with the sand. He is careful not to disturb what he is doing, but he does inquire... "What's the prophecy?" He figured something simple, and straightforwardc, though uncharacteristic of him, would be the best course of action here.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>30-11-2013, 22:09:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, he'll do it, not me." she said, though her words fell on deaf ears as he darted off "Damn merchants...thinking everything walking by a human is owned..."<br><br>The giant mass of fur, fat, and overwhelming amounts of muscle tore back through the street to his meal, which was certainly a sight to see for most.&nbsp; For Lenathe though...<br><br>"Manners fuzzball!" she called, the bear sticking his head up and giving her a roar indignantly, his massive jowls filled with the gruel before him and his giant mouth wide enough to fit a man's head in it... but then when he went back to his meal he was far better behaved "Good.&nbsp; No need to be <em>rude</em> after all."<br><br>At the kiss though, her hand wrapped around her lovely slave girl, and she returned the kiss on her forehead.&nbsp; The hand of course strayed under her slave's skirt, firmly clasping one of the light-toned cheeks in her palm, as she often did despite the onlookers.&nbsp; Let em watch, she figured; this woman was her 'property' after all.<br><br>"Apparently my furry companion is going to be wrestling a man." she said, chuckling "Fool has no idea what he's getting into... how'd the game go?&nbsp; I saw you doing your magical stuff over there..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>30-11-2013, 22:53:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For the most part, people just seemed to be pretty busy.&nbsp; A few people balked at the bear the same way people had subtly listened to the bardic song, but those who weren't busy with particular tasks for the festival were getting good and drunk tonight so that they could celebrate the festival tomorrow.&nbsp; Apparently being hung over was part of the tradition.<br><br>The old prophet took a few moments to look up to the bard, but when he spoke, the direct approach seemed to be enough to get through.&nbsp; Prophets were notorious for having difficulty in their explanations, after all, at least for some types of prophecies.&nbsp; "Our queen must die from a final act of bliss, granted her by her lover as a true final celebration of life."&nbsp; Just as it seemed as though this prophet was an exception to that rule, he continued, "You have to understand that he doesn't want your gold.&nbsp; He doesn't want power.&nbsp; He doesn't want prestige.&nbsp; Everyone gets one lifetime, no more, no less."<br><br>One of the girls, a servant in a dancer's outfit with a similar slave collar to the one Mandy wore, came up to speak to the bard and put a hand on his shoulder.&nbsp; "It's best to leave him be," she said.&nbsp; "The poor man has given the same prophecy for years now.&nbsp; The queen even tried to uphold it the first year, in case it's one of those prophecies that brings doom in case it's not upheld, but she didn't die."<br><br><hr><br>Not long after, a shirtless muscled man ran his way up with a look of excitement in his eye.&nbsp; "This the bear?" he asked, cracking his knuckles.&nbsp; "I know quite a few interested in bear wrestling.&nbsp; How does leaving him here tomorrow for the festival and getting one gold coin per wrestle sound to you?&nbsp; I'll just have to test him out to make sure he's properly capable."<br><br>The bear definitely seemed to have a taste for whatever the strange dwarven brew was, and the inn was all too happy to get rid of it for some purpose.<br><br><hr><br>From the direction of the palace, a carriage was working its way through.&nbsp; People cleared enough room to let it past, but paid little mind despite the obvious regal nature of the passengers.&nbsp; Even the driver remained fairly quiet beyond the occasional snap of the reins.<br><br>Two people sat in relative comfort, surveying the forming assembly.&nbsp; The man was quite aged, with enough silvery-gray to his hair and beard that he resembled a morning frost.&nbsp; Lengthy wrinkles marred his face to give him the look of a worn-out leather bag, and sunken eyes stared out with a world-weary gaze.&nbsp; There was only one thing that could ever make him look young, and that was the withered woman who had to be twice his age.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>02-12-2013, 03:13:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Valeria coughed and announced to Ehtenal the bear, "Okay. No piggyback rides. I am not going to carry you about. I probably wouldn't have been able to even if you were a cub." Valeria took a look at the brew the bear had a taste for and said to Lanethe, "Uh....he seems to like that stuff. What exactly is in there, do you think?" She smiled at Mandy and then blushed at seeing Lanethe's hand dance under Mandy's skirt, coughing and saying nothing. It wasn't her place to, after all. She looked at the bear again and said, "Did the fellow actually say who Ehtenal would be wrestling? I wasn't paying attention, since he was trying to climb on my back."<br><br>She turned when saw people clearing out of the way; was that a carriage in the distance? <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>03-12-2013, 04:55:38</strong>
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				<i>ooh, royalty...</i> Sparrow makes a beeline for the carriage and, careful to cover any weapons with her cloak, quickly smoothes her hair and starts scouting for the kind of opportunity that often follows money... edging from cluster to cluster as the people break away, she calls aloud, "that's right, make way... go on--" as she zeroes in.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>03-12-2013, 05:30:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not one person, a couple it seems..." she said, going from her to the man without his shirt "He could use the practice.&nbsp; Once he's done stuffing his face with meat and ale I'll make sure he goes to help."<br><br>The bear gave a roar, and Lanethe rolled her eyes.<br><br>"Oh hush!&nbsp; If you forget - which I'm sure you do! - we can use the gold!" she spat back at her furry friend, their usual banter "Think of it as practice or something.&nbsp; You do well enough you might get more of that stuff to shovel down your gullet."<br><br>A pause, and the bear roared before going back to his trough.&nbsp; She smiled, laughed a bit, and turned to the man once more "He'll do it!&nbsp; He gets hurt though and I'll have your nuts hanging from my pommel, capiche?"<br><br>(OOC: Ferocity roll! 2d6+2 = 11)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>03-12-2013, 05:45:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Grinning with a force that he likely hadn't shown since his first time getting laid, the man gestured for everyone to clear the fighting sand pit.&nbsp; It seemed as though the Queen and her advisor were right on time for the show.&nbsp; The bear was a bit unsteady on his feet, with the strange dwarven drink strong enough even to get a bear tipsy, but the proud roar showed that he would make sure to put on a great show.<br><br>The pit was maybe ten feet in diameter, with the set up to allow both sides to enter without a surprise.&nbsp; People quickly piled around, many murmuring that he'd never pull it off and a few even taking bets.&nbsp; Even the chariot stopped long enough for royalty to watch...an excellent result for Sparrow.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC for Sparrow</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sparrow, please give me a +Dex check if you want to try to loot something from the chariot.</div></div><br>The man flexed his rippling chest, shouting a wordless challenge at the bear, who roared his drunken fish breath in return, and they were off into the challenge.&nbsp; Rippling muscle pushed against pounding flesh, hair against fur, with the bear slowly figuring out what was going on.&nbsp; Once that happened, though, the man didn't stand a chance.&nbsp; Ehtenal had him pinned the same way he could force down pretty much anything else, but let up once someone brought the bucket close enough for the bear to smell the strange-smelling composite.<br><br>Applause peppered through the area, even from the queen, and jeers broke out from the crowd.&nbsp; "Thought you could take a bear, did ya?" one of the spinsters yelled.&nbsp; "What, five years now ya been bragging?"<br><br>Ignoring them, he nodded to Lanethe.&nbsp; "One gold per match, and I'll have them keep bringing out the Stonemead to keep him happy."&nbsp; He offered her a hand to seal the deal.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-12-2013, 07:32:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm. I see..." he nodded, and at least admirably feigned interest in what the old man had to say. It did sound quite odd. And that second part; was it merely rambling, or did it tie into the earlier nonsense? Who knows, maybe the man was just 'touched in the head', as some said. Still, it's at least something to keep in mind. Who knows,&nbsp; it might come in handy later on.<br><br>His attention turns to the young lady. "Ahh, thank you, miss. "He smiled halfheartedly as he noticed the collar, and briefly wondered just how well she was treated by her owner. He knew, like with his companions, that an owner could be quite nice. Then again, he's also heard his share of horror stories. <br><br>His attention changes to focus in on the chariot coming along. He makes sure he is out of the way, but in a good spot to watch it...and to see his friend, Sparrow, likely about to do something stupid. But, hey, maybe she can pull it off, with the distraction being caused by the bear fight. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>05-12-2013, 09:25:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Valeria cheered for Lanethe's bear; it seemed like a kind and loyal thing to do. She enjoyed watching these contests of sport, and soon enough, her mind was completely distracted from the chariot at all. She was cheering for Ehtenal with those watching the bout, and when it was done, she sniffed the air; the scent of Stonemead was thick after bear had been guzzling it. She said to Lanethe, "How much of that can Ehtenal drink, anyways? I mean, I've never asked this, but how drunk can bears get?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>05-12-2013, 09:40:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mandy's cheeks went rosy as she felt Lenathe's hand up under her skirt and squeezing the roundness of her bottom.&nbsp; The redhead--though thoroughly in love with her master--was still getting used to the idea that she was in love with another girl.&nbsp; She was also more than a little embarrassed to be enjoyed in public, but it was strangely arousing too...&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The redhead suddenly wore a deeper blush, and much brighter.&nbsp; "Ah...&nbsp; I threw too soon.&nbsp; The nice man was still gesturing at the board. I cut his hand and needed to heal him."&nbsp; She studied her feet in shame.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The wrestling match perked her up, and she bounced and cheered for Ehtanel.&nbsp; When it was done, she giggled, and then glanced at the royal carriage.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She whispered to Lanethe again, “Master, I’ve been coming up with a spell ever since I heard that the queen would way richly for someone to restore her youth.&nbsp; I know how to do it…&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>05-12-2013, 10:31:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Not long after, the innkeeper stepped out from the tavern, chuckling at some of the sights which were taking place.&nbsp; The festival was clearly his favorite time of the year.&nbsp; "Come, friends," he said to the adventurers.&nbsp; "Your feast awaits."<br><br>The slave girl who had addressed the bard went back to her duties, no doubt not wanting to be caught slacking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>09-12-2013, 05:30:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now that Ehtanel was set up to earn some dough for them, Lanethe gave her slave a spank.<br><br>"You'll have to be 'punished' for hurting him you know." she said, of course the smile she knew exactly what 'punishment' was in mind "Now it's time to go feast."<br><br>She took her slave's 'leash' and tugged her in roughly for a sweet kiss and one more squeeze of her ass, before leading her to the feast that awaited them.&nbsp; She'd promptly get herself to the ale naturally, something a bit better than that mess her companion could drink.&nbsp; And of course her slave-wizard would be right there with her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>09-12-2013, 07:24:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Valeria sauntered back in after the rest of the group, eager to get to feasting. She was damn hungry, although her brain was starting to slowly work on the problem of the queen and youth. Surely the influx of people at the festival could be attributed to the queen's impossible quest. She knew that she herself would need to resume questing for the Brand of Aequitas, so she could sympathize with the queen for seeking the unattainable. She found a table to plop down at, licking her lips and saying out loud and happily for all to hear, "Mmm, yes, bring on the grub; I feel like I'm <em>starving</em>."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>10-12-2013, 09:56:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The grand table was already set up for the group, with a vast assortment of various kinds of food and drink.&nbsp; The captain of the guard had held up her end of the deal, and a few of the merchants who got in quickly may have even added a bit to the feast for the adventurers.<br><br>There wasn't a great deal of privacy, but the loud din of the many people celebrating allowed chatting without easily being overheard.&nbsp; Most of the assembled were human, but there were a few elves and half-elves who seemed to like to keep to themselves and speak in Elven.<br><br>One of the servants, barely old enough to be a man with less than 20 years and 90 pounds on him, did his best to collect the empty mugs.&nbsp; No less than three drunken cougars took the time to harass him as he passed by, usually by grabbing feels or swatting his tush as he slipped by.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>10-12-2013, 13:37:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The redhead's cheeks went rosy as her master's palm reddened her round hip.&nbsp; She giggled nervously at the suggestion of punishment, but her flush deepened and her breath sped.&nbsp; With a little yelp, she staggered into her master's arms and moaned as the two girl's soft lips molded into each other.&nbsp; Suckling lovingly on her master's tongue, Mandy moaned and melted against her body.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then Lanethe started inside, leaving Mandy gasping for breath, breasts heaving beneath the skimpy white triangles that half covered them.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then the redhead grinned and dashed into the inn.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Emerald eyes gleamed as Mandy took in the feast.&nbsp; She served her Lanethe's plate before taking a little bit of everything onto her own.&nbsp; After enough bites to sate her appetite, Mandy leaned a little bit across the table to get everyone's attention.&nbsp; “So, did anyone catch exactly how rich the queen is going to make us when I restore her youth?”&nbsp; She winked, hoping for a good reaction to the announcement.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>11-12-2013, 23:22:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Valeria looked intrigued by Mandy's announcement; she said to her, "So...you're going to take a crack at restoring her youth? Very nice--exactly how are you going about it? You mentioned outside about..." She dropped her voice a bit; it would do no good to have this heard too loudly, especially if there were others after the same goal. The competition might be rough. "...a spell?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>12-12-2013, 02:16:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lanethe blinked, head tilting to one side.<br><br>"Queen?&nbsp; Oh right, wait, was she out there?" she asked, seeming quite confiused on that; in truth she hadn't been paying much attention to the area outside her bear and the bar and her well-trained slutty slave "You humans and wanting to live forever... good for gold though.&nbsp; What's the idea so far?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>12-12-2013, 09:35:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If anyone noticed the claim, nobody made any comment about it.&nbsp; A number of people were holding similar discussions of their own, but many of them were peasants, basic alchemists, slaves, or even people who just wanted to trick the Queen long enough to grab some coin and run.<br><br>Occasionally the triumphant roar of the bear outside would lead to powerful applause.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>12-12-2013, 09:39:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mandy nodded gravely.&nbsp; “I saw her watching the wrestling match.&nbsp; I’ve never seen anyone look so old…” for a moment, the redhead paused, sullenly contemplating her own mortality.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then she perked up.&nbsp; “Well, it came to me when I noticed the golden statue of the queen in the courtyard.&nbsp; I’ve concocted a ritual that will drain all the queen’s age into such a statue, restoring her to the full flush of youth.&nbsp; The catch is, not just any crossing of dragon lines will have the right combination of power.&nbsp; We need to take her, the statue, and two maiden attendants to a place where the energy of all four elements mingles with the energy of the sun…&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mandy pondered a moment, then grinned, “Oh, yes.&nbsp; I know just the place!”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>20-12-2013, 02:40:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Valeria looked curious about this plan and said, "I'm for this, Mandy. But how can we get to her?" She thought about it and said, "Hmmm. Might not be so hard. If you are sure of this plan....I am a paladin, a herald of truth. I could say that I know someone reliable who has a method by which the Queen might find her youth...and that claim, from me, might get us access to the Queen. I have to say 'might' in the event that it might not work but....I'm willing to go along with this. And two maiden attendants? I'm sure the Queen has a couple to spare."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>24-12-2013, 22:11:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Speaking with the adviser and explaining the situation proved little difficulty for the group.&nbsp; Even those with only a rudimentary understanding of the magical arts understood that if such a ritual were to work successfully, it would have to be done on the night of the Festival.<br><br>So it was that the group went out, illuminated by the soft sliver of moonlight peeking out from the pitch black above.&nbsp; Stars did almost nothing to illuminate the way, but the uninhabited island was sufficiently known in order to locate it for those with enough elven blood to give them excellent night vision.<br><br>It was not quite midnight when the shore to the island was finally reached, and people began to leave the ship to set up a perimeter and watch for monsters.&nbsp; The queen herself had to be carried out on a palanquin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>26-12-2013, 09:18:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The redhead whispered some encouraging words to the men wrestling with the solid gold statue of the queen from the town square.&nbsp; “Take care, my lords.&nbsp; The statue must not be marred.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Padding down the plank, she looked out over the darkened island, then up to the quietly smoking conical volcano at the center.&nbsp; “Well,” she whispered, “This won’t do.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She pressed her hands together over her heart and chanted quietly, trying to will a ball of light into existence that she would then release to hover over her shoulder.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;Spellcasting: 12<br>
			</dd>
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