7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest
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				Title: <strong>7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>08-04-2017, 18:31:18</strong>
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				In the North of Montaigne lies the Lock Horn Forest, a vast and mysterious sprawl of green, full of stories of magic, of mysterious ruins and lost treasure, and of strange beasts. It is to this region that an intrepid band draws, the Hand of Fate guiding their steps towards fame, fortune and adventure ...<br><br>Aboard the Black Dog, Iron Kate Nic Dowell is not well pleased, a situation that most who know her try to ensure does not happen often. Evening is drawing a velvet blanket around the trees, and compounded with the fog that shrouds the surroundings, she can barely see the length of the ship. The river laps at the Black Dog's side, but the ship itself does not move, a consequence of running aground on the sandbar that the charts she had for this stretch of the river somehow failed to mention. <br><br>The Black Dog is fine, they weren't moving all that fast when they run aground, and should be able to free themselves on the morrow, though it will take time and effort. <br><br>Some of the crew have suggested putting ashore, to see if they can find a bit of fresh meat before the night closes in entirely. The lookout has also pointed out what seems to be a light a mile or two distant, though with the fog it's hard to be certain.<br><br>&nbsp;- - - - -<br><br>Comfortably ensconced in the White Horse Inn, some distance from the river, the gloom of evening is replaced with a comfortable fire, good food and the soft music of a wandering bard. After a full day's travel, a chance to relax is welcome indeed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>09-04-2017, 02:15:10</strong>
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				"Come on you lazy dobbers!&nbsp; Put your backs into it!"&nbsp; Kate yelled at her crew.&nbsp; She had ordered them to a man to all grab one of two ropes she had to each side of the river to try to pull the ship off of the sandbar.&nbsp; She was at the end of the rope on the western side of the river, "Come on!&nbsp; Come on!" she yelled.&nbsp; She'd even drafted her passengers to help pull the ship, knowing that the Black Dog was an expensive endeavor and couldn't let the ship sit all night not making the money it costs to keep her afloat."<br><br>Still, the ship failed to budge.&nbsp; "One, two, three, heave!"&nbsp; She ordered once more.&nbsp; Everyone gave it one good strong yank and still it failed to budge.&nbsp; As the crew members collapsed into puddles of exhaustion, Kate yelled at no one in particular, "You, damn, bloody, sand bar!&nbsp; Where do you get the big idea...."&nbsp; After taking a moment to vent, she yelled to the crew and passengers.&nbsp; "Alright!&nbsp; The only way we're going to get her moving again is to get more arms on it."&nbsp; She climbed up halfway back up the ship and looked at the distant lights, she turned to the assembled group.<br><br>&nbsp;"Alright, if we leave now, we should be able to make it back by daybreak.&nbsp; I'm going to go there, and offer every able bodied person in town a half shilling to come give us a hand moving the ship.&nbsp; I'm looking for volunteers!&nbsp; If you aren't a part of the crew, I'll give you a discount on your passage if you come with.&nbsp; If any of you are good with people, or know the area, I want you to come.&nbsp; More people we get to come, the better."&nbsp; She leaped back down, and went to fetch her Claymore before moving over to the edge of the forest to await the other volunteers.
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-04-2017, 02:26:38</strong>
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				Marsi, who had long since mastered the art of finding ways to lurk about without being obvious, even on board a ship, seemed to materialize at Kate's side as she exited her cabin, claymore in hand.<br><br>"Not that I question your wisdom," the petite woman offered, her accent coloring every syllable in a way that forced any audience to think of her distant homeland, "but we are about to depart the safety of your lovely ship, yes?&nbsp; And go out into the woods.&nbsp; Which are dark.&nbsp; And full of ruffians.&nbsp; Thugs.&nbsp; Beasts.&nbsp; Men with pointed teeth."&nbsp; She shivered dramatically, seemed a hair's breadth from clinging to Kate's left arm like a child seeking comfort.&nbsp; "And the sun is going down.&nbsp; Is this wise?"<br><br>She tilted her face up, making eyes at Iron Kate in a way that had driven more than one crewmate to laughter over the past weeks.<br><br>"We will hardly be able to see what we are doing!&nbsp; And there might be snakes.&nbsp; Or wolves.&nbsp; Or perhaps worse.&nbsp; This is Montaigne, is it not?&nbsp; There are Musketeers about!"<br><br>Ah, there.&nbsp; There was the playful, coquettish pout Kate might expect Marsilia to employ when she was mostly teasing.&nbsp; Then, with a final sigh, the tiny rogue fell back half a step.<br><br>"You are determined, of course.&nbsp; It is for the good of the ship.&nbsp; I understand.&nbsp; Lead on, Mia Capitana.&nbsp; I follow."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>09-04-2017, 02:50:00</strong>
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				Kate slung her scabbard covered Claymore over her shoulder.&nbsp; "You are such a City-lass."&nbsp; She smirked at Marsi, "Back when I was a girl, my brothers once put me in a sack, and took over to the McNary fields while I was asleep.&nbsp; I woke up at midnight in the woods alone, and had to find my way back.&nbsp; Ya know what I did?&nbsp; I made it home in time for breakfast."<br><br>She strode across the deck, grabbing a rope, and giving a dazzlingly confident smile as she looked out over the woods.&nbsp; Her green tartan hung off of her body, with a small gap before it reached her knee high hide boots.&nbsp; "Bandits, snakes and yes, even the most terrifying creature of all, Montaignians, don't frighten me.&nbsp; If you're comin' with me, Marsi, I'm glad to have you at my side."&nbsp; She grabbed the rope hanging from the mast, and used it to swing to the shore, waiting for the other volunteers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>09-04-2017, 02:59:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/a0/ce/c7/a0cec70966b92bfcdf8c6f34620d7b79.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Juliana Ines de Tomas del Rioja (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265143.msg13092723#msg13092723)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Sundown | The Black Dog-&gt;Woods<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kate &amp; Marsi | Open<br><br><hr><br>"Did someone say Musketeer?"&nbsp; She smirked in amusement as she stepped up beside the captain and Marsi, strapping her sword to her hip.&nbsp; Her words were flavored with a dashing Castillian accent that added drama to even the simplest comment, and her voice had a naturally low, husky timbre that was perfect for murmuring intimately.&nbsp; She was dressed in a pair of form-fitting, burnt umber breeches, a loose, linen tunic, black thigh-high boots and a simple black woolen jacket with umber accents.&nbsp; Her hair was loosely braided and draped over her shoulder, with a large, foppish black hat over top adorned with a fluffy golden-brown plume that curled just so.<br><br>"Come now, Marsilia, surely a girl like you is not afraid of a few wolves or snakes?&nbsp; Consider it an adventure!&nbsp; One which, admittedly, involves just a walk through some woods to hire some cheap labor...but, still, it's all a matter of perspective."&nbsp; She cocked a brow as Kate swung down from the ship, and took a more conventional method, lowering herself to the ground via a rope on the side of the ship.&nbsp; Landing, she reached up to ensure her hat was still cocked strategically over one eye, then strode confidently to a tree at the edge of the woods in the direction of town.&nbsp; Once there, she leaned against the trunk and lit one of her signature spiced cigarellos, adding the fragrant scent of cinnamon, cardamom and several other sweet spices to the air.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-04-2017, 03:23:28</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Marsilia</strong>, Vodacce Roof-runner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265143.msg13087932#msg13087932)<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/10oikyb.jpg)</div><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Sundown | The Black Dog-&gt;Woods<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kate &amp; Juliana| Open<br><hr><br>"Si, I did say Musketeer."&nbsp; Marsi turned to regard the highborn Castillian woman and fought back the impulse to roll her eyes.&nbsp; It was so obvious the woman was trying to make a good impression on Kate that she wanted to laugh, to scoff...didn't, because it was not as though the noble hadn't paid for her passage.&nbsp; And it wasn't as though she could help acting like everyone else should regard it as a favor should the likes of Juliana Ines de Tomas del Rioja et cetera et cetera address them.&nbsp; She was a nob, as the Avalonians were prone to calling them.&nbsp; Such arrogance came naturally.&nbsp; "Like the Inquisition di Verdugo--lurking about underfoot and never welcome, si?"<br><br>She turned to regard the Captain's acrobatic departure from the vessel, bit her lower lip shyly.<br><br>"I'm not afraid.&nbsp; I'm just careful," she replied, seeming a little less confident than she probably wanted.&nbsp; City streets were one thing!&nbsp; A ship was one thing.&nbsp; But woods?<br><br>She followed Juliana's course, trotting after the Captain until she could fall in line beside the taller woman.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>09-04-2017, 05:58:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/48/1456403247645.jpg)</div><strong>Geneviève deValrouxe duPaixe</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265143.msg13094502#msg13094502)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hauling on the ropes, Geneviève was more than a little relieved she'd worn her 'boy's clothes' today.&nbsp; With her money starting to get tight after Kate pulled her off of one of the Syrineth Isles that had effectively been stolen from her, Geneviève had decided since they left Avalon to save the rest of her faire by formaly signing on to the crew.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The blond girl's sleek but toned muscles rippled and strianed against the rope beneath her white silk blouse and saphie suede jacket.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After the captain gave up, Geneviève took the opertunity to clean up.&nbsp; She started up to the captain's cabin to join the group going inland.&nbsp; A smile quirked over her lips when she realized the little Vodacce with her crush hadn't noticed her.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Landing lightly on the grass behind, Marsi, she lightly reached around the smaller girl and wrapped her arms around her little waist.&nbsp; While it was hard to say Geneviève had grown up in any one place, she had more than enough Paixe in her to have a voice like a cherry dropping into brandy.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"You wound me, <em>ma petite.</em>&nbsp; Are we Montaingne all so very terifying?"&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A lock of silky golden hair fell in front of the vodacce girl's shoulder to tickle her bossom.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-04-2017, 06:31:28</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Marsilia</strong>, Vodacce Roof-runner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265143.msg13087932#msg13087932)<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/10oikyb.jpg)</div><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Sundown | The Black Dog-&gt;Woods<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:Kate, Juliana, Genevieve| Open<br><hr><br>Hugged from behind, the tiny rogue went stiff for a moment before relaxing as the hold registered as more affectionate than hostile. Then again, the feel of amble bosoms against her back might well have had a calming effect on the woman.<br><br>"As a people?&nbsp; Not particularly frightening."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>09-04-2017, 06:38:22</strong>
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				Kate let forward a bellowing laugh, "Speak for yourself, Lassy.&nbsp; You've never had to entertain a Montaigne nobleman who came courting.&nbsp; Do you realize how many damndable different kinds of spoons those people use?&nbsp; I'll take four drunken inishmen, over a single snooty Montaignian any day of the week and twice on Sundays."&nbsp; She nodded her head at Genievieve, "Present company excluded, o' course."&nbsp; She gave the girl a grin and crossed her arms, "Glad to have you with us.&nbsp; If we run into a nobleman out there in the woods, it's going to help to have someone know which utensil to use during each course."
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				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>10-04-2017, 05:14:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/RcjBCPf.jpg)</div>It had been such a lovely day. Dancing, drinking, and just enough flirting to ensure that Isabela would have plenty of invitations from the handful of eager and hopeful nobles she had led on so that she could repeat the experience for weeks to come. But as all things do, it came to an end, leaving her only with the consequences that inevitably followed: the fatigue that slowly replaced the relaxing warmth of alcohol and the dull, throbbing ache that pervaded through every muscle in her legs. She was a woman that had spent her life doing Castille's dirty work and it somehow left her completely unprepared for the hell that was twirling about in high heels for hours. Torture devices is what they were. The worst of it came when the driver of her carriage pulled off the road and informed her that the fog was making travel too treacherous and that it would be prudent to stop and continue the journey home in the morning. Isabela didn't mind so much but Countess Sabine Gautier was another matter entirely. Mingle with commoners and sleep in a bed that others had rented? Out of the question. It seemed she had some acting to do.<br><br>Once she had overseen her servants cleaning the bed she had paid for and replacing the sheets provided with her own personal ones, she was more than happy to drop the subject and retire to the inn's common room. It was there that she was presently located, sitting low in her chair with the encroaching night and the isolated spot she had picked out making her light dusky skin appear a shade darker. Isabela was completely out of place here; a raven haired beauty dressed to the nines and a cloud of soft floral perfume following in her wake. Even though it had been hours since she left the lord's ball, Isabela was still dolled up in her makeup and court finery, a strapless crimson gown held in place only by how tightly it hugged her. She liked to joke inwardly with herself that all it would take is one good, powerful sneeze and the whole thing would probably split in half. Good thing one of her handmaidens was nice enough to shove her into a corset that morning; not even the need to breathe could overpower Montaigne fashion. Resting just above the valley of cleavage not covered by her dress - just enough flesh to tantalize without looking desperate - was a golden necklace with an emerald centerpiece that sparkled in the light of freshly lit candles. It was a gift from some nobleman or another. Isabela never bothered to remember his name.<br><br>Isabela's legs were stretched across the lap of the man to her left, explaining her current slouched posture, while the offending shoes that were the source of her discomfort sat unbuckled and neatly stowed away beneath her chair. This was Mathieu, the carriage driver, and owner of some of the strongest hands she had ever come across. Already he worked his magic on her calves, his thumbs circling against the fabric of her stockings and earning him a contented sigh as his Countess' eyes started to drift closed. Mathieu was mildly attractive Isabela supposed, a distinguished man in his mid-30s whose shoulder length brown hair had been pulled back into a short ponytail so as to make himself more presentable at court. Like all of Isabela's servants, he wore an embroidered powder blue tunic with white trim and black slacks, though he had loosened the buttons around his collar immediately after leaving sight of the lord's manor. If he ever saw Isabela's requests as anything sexual, he certainly never showed it; Mathieu was the epitome of stoicism even as he coaxed soft coos from his mistress and caused her silken legs to slide across his lap. He was a miracle worker with his hands but Isabela saw no reason to ruin a good thing with sex should he ever work up the nerve to ask. Besides, sleeping with servants was generally frowned upon and Isabela had her eyes set on much bigger prizes.<br><br>Sounds of clanking glass pulled the Countess from her rapture, causing her to sit up in her chair in a more regal posture. The cause of her annoyance was Thomas, a young boy of seventeen and her newest servant. He was a spindly thing - not quite able to fill out his uniform like the other men that wore it - with a nest of dirty blonde hair that Isabela always tried to fuss into something presentable with little success before being seen in public with him. If the character of a person could be summed up in only one word, Thomas' word would have been 'awkward'. Even now, the three mugs of ale sloshed out of their containers, darkening his tunic in spots as he neared the table, stopping abruptly with wide eyes when he heard his mistress' voice. "What is that you're carrying, Thomas?" He knew that look, that piercing green stare coupled with the stern voice that sent shivers down his spine.<br><br>"Apologies m'lady. It is all they had." He did well to not stutter. It was always worse when he stuttered.<br><br>Isabela's emerald eyes rolled as she really sought to sell the whole 'Montaigne noble annoyed by every little thing' routine. "I asked for wine, Thomas. <em>Wine</em>. I am a lady of class and will not stoop to drinking anything less. I don't care if you have to walk to the nearest vineyard and pick the grapes yourself."<br><br>"I-" Thomas stopped in his tracks, a look of utter helplessness on his face. He wordlessly turned to return to the bartender, only remembering the armful of alcohol that he carried after taking a few uncertain steps. Again he returned to the table with a quick apology, laying the drinks in the center for the two men at the table to enjoy while he went to beg the bartender for something he could pass off as wine.<br><br>"You're being too hard on the lad." A hoarse voice came from Isabela's right, a voice she knew to be owned by her personal bodyguard, Reynauld. Reynauld was approaching forty but looked at least a decade older. Most of the man's hair had gone gray, only a few spots of the two day old stubble he wore showing any signs of the black hair he once had. He was one of Montaigne's many war veterans, a man that knew a hundred different ways to kill another person and not much else; it was no wonder he would find work protecting a spoiled noble once the military had run out of uses for him. To say Reynauld was a difficult man to look at might have been an understatement; he was almost more scar tissue than man thanks to his many close encounters with death. Of particular note was the rough, ridged trail of pale flesh that ran from the top of his cheek all the way down his face, even continuing at the top of his chest and likely going even further. Unlike the others, he wore his own clothes; a stained grey shirt and loose fitting brown trousers, each circled in various places with bits of leather that held an array of weapons. Even worse, Reynauld carried the odor of old leather everywhere he went (which was everywhere Isabela went) and spent most of his time scowling at Isabela's potential suitors. Overall, he was far too rough around the edges for what Isabela had in mind. What she need was a dashing warrior, the well-dressed and well-mannered guardian angel that was always watching her back. It wouldn't hurt if he was nice to look at either. Instead, what she had was a grizzled old man that refused to wear the clothes she presented and looked like he had stopped caring whether he lived or died five years ago. Reynauld probably wasn't going to be her bodyguard much longer.<br><br>"Maybe." The corner of the Countess' lips curled into a smile, her eyes glued on Thomas as he frantically pleaded his case with the barman. Looks like wine wasn't going to be on the menu today. "But I'm bored. And I do so enjoy tormenting the poor boy." Her white teeth briefly flashed, met only by a grunt from Reynauld and absolute indifference from Mathieu. The veteran reached his arm across the table and snatched up one of the glasses of alcohol, determined not to let it go to waste. He was already halfway through by the time Thomas returned.<br><br>The boy's hands shook nervously as he tried to break the news to his mistress as softly as he could. Maybe she would go easy on him this time. "My lady...I-I tried...I really did but-" <br><br>Isabela's firm voice cut off his excuses, her eyes staring straight through him. "Are you trying to get me killed Thomas?"<br><br>Thomas' eyes widened in shock, looking toward both the other men seated at the table for answers to this question he was completely unprepared to answer. They offered him no aid, neither even acknowledging that he was there. "I-I...what? No! Of course not."<br><br>Isabela leaned forward, folding her hands across the top of the table. "Then why are you bringing my bodyguard three pints of ale, Thomas? Mathieu doesn't drink and <em>I'm</em> not going to drink it. So you obviously just brought my bodyguard three pints of ale. Trying to get him to lower his guard so you can get to me?"<br><br>Thomas could only stammer in retort. He didn't mean to. One for each of them. It made so much sense when he first placed the order. <em>Oh god, he was so sorry!</em><br><br>"Drink." The Countess pointed a single slender finger at one of the glasses even though her gaze never moved from Thomas' eyes - not that he could stand to make direct eye contact with her but it was there as a reminder for those times he could work up the courage to look anywhere but the floor.<br><br>Thomas shot up at that single word, his blue eyes following Isabela's finger to the glass and then back again. "But, my lady, I'm only seventeen. I can't-"<br><br>"You want to prove you're not a spy? Then you will help Reynauld drink these." Isabela wasn't budging.<br><br>Still stunned by this sudden turn of events, Thomas sat down at the table across from Isabela, a look of pure terror on his face. What if he got in trouble? The local sheriff would surely come in here, see him drinking, and arrest him on the spot. Then the mistress would be even angrier when she had to pay for his release - if she even bothered in the first place. But what if he didn't drink? Slowly his trembling hand reached out, slowly sliding the mug across the table as if it weighed a hundred pounds. Reynauld regarded the whole thing with a jovial laugh, grabbing his second drink and tapping it against the one that now sat in front of the boy that looked as if he would faint at any moment. "Aye. Drink up lad. Wouldn't want to lose my edge." He offered Isabela a knowing wink as he raised the glass to his lips, doing well not to spill any on his chin as he fought back a smile. It was going to be an interesting night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>10-04-2017, 22:59:53</strong>
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				Slipping through the fog shrouded trees, Bruna was sure of a few things. While rumours of a beast of some sort had drawn her here from Buche, so far she hadn't seen anything she could consider firm evidence, though the were plenty of stories. Inevitably they all seemed to take place just that bit further along, carried by merchants and bards, or part of the lore of a region itself.<br><br>Tonight though ... tonight the forest was holding its breath. Few birds called among the trees, and any movement of animals was quick and furtive. Tonight, even the hunters moved like prey.<br><br>Such was the quiet that the raised voices she heard carried fairly clearly, though the fog muffled them somewhat. Her own skills were up to the task for bringing her to them, and she found herself near the river. Not too far distant a ship sat unmoving, while what she would presume to be crew moved on and around it. A small group on the bank near it, discussing something, though she could only catch occasional words.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>11-04-2017, 02:39:44</strong>
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				<br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/8b2c7708c935b2dd640cd4c17218ef5e.jpg)<br><br>The short Samarartian&nbsp; Women&nbsp; made it off the ship and walked to the others."So what do we do now everyone?" She wore a mix of eastern and western&nbsp; cultures of her nation though this time she wore her two knives.&nbsp; She looked around at everyone gathered and moved close to Kate as she awaited a plan of action or some one to fill her in on what has been decided.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>12-04-2017, 02:58:52</strong>
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				Kate smiled as the Sarmatian as she joined the little band.&nbsp; "We head into the woods.&nbsp; Hopefully we can find a town, or a mill or something where we can hire some hands to help get the Black Dog unstuck." She crossed her arms.<br><br>"Would love to have you along Lassy, if'n you think you can talk some farmhands into helping us get this boat moving."&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-04-2017, 05:40:00</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Marsilia</strong>, Vodacce Roof-runner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265143.msg13087932#msg13087932)<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/10oikyb.jpg)</div><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Sundown | The Black Dog-&gt;Woods<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:Kate, Juliana, Genevieve| Open<br><hr><br>"We need more lanterns," Marsi grumbled quietly, blushing and trying to use La Capitana as visual cover, keeping the taller woman between herself and That Damn Sarmatian.&nbsp; "It's a fool's errand, stumbling about in the dark.&nbsp; Maybe if we had a trail or something to follow?"<br><br>She let out a few soft, choice words in her native tongue, the general gist of which was that Dame Fortune was using the Black Dog as her own personal stress relief implement for the occasion.&nbsp; Or maybe it was a general indictment of the frigidity of Fate Witches.&nbsp; Hard to tell.<br><br>"I still think it better to wait until morning," she finally added.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>12-04-2017, 22:40:21</strong>
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				The soft glow of the lanterns actually made the fog almost pretty, a luminescent sheen that made it seem like the woods themselves were enchanted. Heading in the direction that the ships lookout had indicated there seemed to be another source of light, the shore party party made their way through the darkening woods. Minutes ticked by, the sight and then sound of the river being lost behind them in the fog, and the initial allure of the landscape started to fade. Even a novice woodsman would be able to take note of the silence, the only sound seeming to come from the wind rustling the leaves.<br><br>Perhaps half a mile from the ship, Marsilia stumbled (quite literally) over the first oddity. Legs, normally speaking, were found in pairs, rather than on their own, and frequently attached to bodies, as this one was not. Aside from that, it seemed a fairly normal leg. Well, most of a leg anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-04-2017, 19:49:00</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Marsilia</strong>, Vodacce Roof-runner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265143.msg13087932#msg13087932)<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/10oikyb.jpg)</div><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Sundown | The Black Dog-&gt;Woods<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:Kate, Juliana, Genevieve| Open<br><hr><br>Marsi spat a few choice words, backed up half a step, more anger than fear in her voice as she spits her choice maledictions.<br><br>"Capitana, we have trouble."<br><br>Her eyes, now alert and grim in a way that even a moment ago seemed unlikely, dared to pierce the night.<br><br>"Either that or the locals with a sick sense of humor."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>16-04-2017, 04:23:20</strong>
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				Kate let out a string of curses as they walked through the woods.&nbsp; "This fog is thicker than me mom's soup." She grouses, pushing away some branches.&nbsp; When Marsi points out the body part, she turns to her.&nbsp; Or at least to the direction she thinks she is in.&nbsp; "I swear, Marsilia, if you're gonna say 'I told you so, I'm gonna bend you over my knee and smack ya."&nbsp; She said.<br><br>When she stepped close enough to see the discarded boy part, her eyes open widely.&nbsp; "What the devil is that?"&nbsp; She reaches back and draws her sword.&nbsp; "Heads up, Boys and Girls.&nbsp; We ain't alone in these woods."&nbsp; She says in an ominous tone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>19-04-2017, 00:32:40</strong>
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				By the lantern light, a cursory examination of the leg is possible. It ends about halfway between the knee and where the hip should be, blood darkening the clothing where it has soaked in. The clothing itself seems simple everyday wear, the sort of thing any peasant living nearby might wear, the low boot showing signs of being well worn. The small fragment of bone sticking out of the top of meat of the leg is shattered, not cut cleanly. It seems unlikely that this was the work of a blade.<br><br>There doesn't seem to be any other body parts, or large amounts of spilled blood, within the pool of light shed by the lanterns. It's hard to see far though, and further surprises might be only a handful of yards beyond ... if anyone were inclined to go looking.<br><br>&nbsp;- - - -<br><br>At the inn, the door opens and a tall, well built man enters, pausing to look around before striding across to the bar. He wears a blue tabard over his clothing, embossed with a white symbol that sets almost every tongue wagging, the susurration of <em>Musketeer</em> running around the room. The barman's face lights up with a smile as he greets his newest guest, escorting him to the best available table, while sending one of the small boys scurrying with the man's packs. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>22-04-2017, 18:58:49</strong>
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				(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/8b2c7708c935b2dd640cd4c17218ef5e.jpg)<br><br>&nbsp;" I think I can get some peasan." When she heard Kate say we are not alone her hands went to her knives and she drew them. she looked around quietly trying to see through the thick fog. she took note of the leg but did not pay much more&nbsp; attention to it as she thought it would be wiser to have attention on the rest of her surroundings
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-04-2017, 19:17:00</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Marsilia</strong>, Vodacce Roof-runner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265143.msg13087932#msg13087932)<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/10oikyb.jpg)</div><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Sundown | The Black Dog-&gt;Woods<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:Kate, Juliana, Genevieve| Open<br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265670.msg13128363#msg13128363">Quote from: evilnerf on 16-04-2017, 04:23:20</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I swear, Marsilia, if you're gonna say 'I told you so, I'm gonna bend you over my knee and smack ya."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>This may have earned the Captain a very quiet response that freely translated as "promises, promises" from the little rogue, but the street-rat's wide eyes, alert and alarmed, did not waver from scanning the woods.&nbsp; Slowly, oh so slowly as to avoid spooking her companions, Marsi draws both her knives.<br><br>"Bitten off," is her guess after the merest glance.&nbsp; "Too ragged for blade, and if torn, where's the rest of the bone?&nbsp; So whatever it is, it has teeth."&nbsp; She shivered.&nbsp; "And is quite large.&nbsp; We should go back to the boat, yes?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>28-04-2017, 11:39:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/RcjBCPf.jpg)</div>Isabela's fingers drummed lightly on the surface of the table, her chin resting heavily in the other hand. An expression of pure boredom was plastered across her face, her eyes shifting up to inspect the rafters of the inn for lack of anything better to do. Nothing ruined a day quite like being sober with absolutely no entertainment in sight. Is this what her life was like before? She could barely remember the woman she used to be anymore - that cold, calculating woman whose life was a miserable and repetitive cycle of stretching her own morals just to see another paycheck. Isabela was actually glad that woman was dead and buried.<br><br>Isabela audibly growled, some part of her hoping one of her servants would take notice and offer a solution to her dilemma. First, there was Thomas, who was in no shape to help. The gangly youth was halfway through a second mug of ale, his head drooping toward the table and his skin pale. To his credit, the boy feebly tried to protest when Isabela ordered another round of drinks, awkwardly trying to point out that Isabela had forced him to drink so that there would be <em>less</em> alcohol to go around. All it took was a look from Isabela that dared him to continue his train of thought for the boy to resign himself to a night of painstakingly sipping at a beverage that made his face contort every time it touched his tongue. The torture was partly for his own good, or at least that was what Isabela reasoned. Sure, deep down she was hoping to see a drunk teenager acting like - well, a drunk teenager. Instead, Thomas retreated inwardly as the dizzying effects of alcohol took hold rather than breaking free of his shell as the countess had hoped. There was a plan that had brewed in Isabela's mind where she would talk or bribe some local girl into taking the boy into her bed after the alcohol had done its work and loosened him up a bit and gotten all those excuses and hesitations out of his system. Thomas needed an infusion of confidence, and in her experience, nothing propped a man up more than conquering a woman. But alas, not even the nectar of poor decisions could accomplish the herculean task of getting Thomas out of his own way. Don't let it be said that she never tried to help the boy.<br><br>Mathieu wasn't much help, either. The man's arms were crossed across his chest, his head tipped forward and his breathing heavy and sedated. Isabela stared at him for a good minute, trying to discern if he was actually asleep or just deep in his own thoughts. It wasn't uncommon for Mathieu to zone out like that for hours at a time. He called it 'meditating' but she called it 'some weird foreign thing Mathieu picked up from god knows where.' Whereas other servants would partake in what paltry festivities were offered to those of their station while Isabela enjoyed the true party for herself, Mathieu would always patiently wait outside for his mistress looking much as he did now. It puzzled her greatly to think of how he managed it. How did he not drive himself insane with all of that <em>thinking</em>? <br><br>Then there was Reynauld. The grizzled war veteran had amassed an impressive collection of empty glasses in front of himself and yet another was being tilted back as Isabela watched on with near amazement. With a loud thud, the man slammed the glass to the table and offered his mistress an inebriated grin and a wink. God, he loved this job. Free drinks, free food, free bed, <em>and</em> he spent every waking moment in the presence of the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes upon. He wasn't a fool, he knew she was miles outside of his league, but that didn't stop his mind and eyes from traveling to places they shouldn't. Just another perk of the easiest job he'd ever had. It didn't even matter if he was absolutely blasted right now; nothing was going to happen. Nothing <em>ever</em> happened. The most bodyguarding he had ever done was when he put some perverted fop that couldn't keep his hands off the Countess in his place. Watching that pig dig his fingers into Isabela's ass and pull her in tight as she tried to push away filled him with a rage he never knew he had. The sound of his arm breaking still brought a smile to Reynauld's lips.<br><br>Isabela's attention was torn away from her frustratingly useless entourage by the sound of another visitor making his way inside the inn and the hushed whispers that accompanied him. She knew well enough what he was without needing to be told though: a musketeer. She had longed to acquire such a figure for her court since she learned of their order; they carried such a prestige that having one employed became a matter of pride in the noble circles. This man was just the perfect toy she needed to shove in that stupid bitch Countess Simone's face. Isabela grinned to herself, a spark of delight in her eyes. Perhaps this night wouldn't be such a terrible waste of her time after all. "Thomas." The boy stirred slightly and groaned but didn't raise his head. Isabela rolled her eyes and sighed heavily before snapping her fingers and raising her voice. "Thomas!" <br><br>The boy suddenly shot up like a rocket at his mistress' commanding voice, his eyelids still heavy and his eyes dulled. "Y-Yeah?" <br><br>Isabela paused for a moment, contemplating admonishing the boy for not addressing her properly but ultimately decided against it. This was too urgent. "That man." Isabela pointed across the room at the musketeer seated by himself, "Bring him to me. Inform him that I will take care of all of his expenditures as well if that is what it takes." <br><br>Thomas' head bobbed with what Isabela could only assume was meant to be a nod of affirmation. The young man stood from the table, his eyes going wide momentarily as a rush of dizziness hit him. With a slap against his face and a few rubs of his eyes, Thomas set off across the inn to speak to the stranger. "Greetings, my lord. I hope the night finds you well." He may have been inebriated but Thomas was still raised to be a servant; a little alcohol wasn't going to rob him of the tact that had been hammered into his brain for years. "My lady," Thomas stepped aside and motioned toward the immaculately dressed dark haired woman across the room, "the kind and generous Countess Sabine Gautier, requests that you join her for the evening at her table. She has graciously offered to pay for any drinks or food you may have need of."<br><br>While Thomas made his introduction, Isabela busied herself with a little bit of last minute primping: flattening out her dress, adjusting her hair, and adopting a rigid posture befitting a noble. Isabela was intent on making a good impression and hoped her displays of wealth, power, and nobility were enough to win the man over. Below the surface of her calm exterior, however, she tingled with excitement. In fact, she hadn't been this anxious about something in quite some time. Imagine: her very own musketeer. The idea nearly made her squeal in delight. Taking a final deep breath to calm her nerves, Isabela placed her hands on top of the table, one folded over the other, as she patiently awaited the arrival of the musketeer and her future bodyguard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>29-04-2017, 03:52:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/A099c61e24428cfee4fee43167068f37.jpg)</div>Imriel looked up as someone approached his table, a youngish man looking slightly rough around the edges. He gave a small smile as the lad introduced himself and the reason for his approach. He looked across the room, finding the Countess with little difficulty, her dress setting her apart from the rest of the common room. He turned back to the servant, sipping from the mug the innkeeper had already brought him, considering his words.<br><br>"No lord I, lad. Please convey my thanks to your mistress for her invitation. I am Chevalier Imriel nó Montrève, Knight of the Rose and Cross, and Musketeer to his Imperial Majesty. I would be honoured to accept her hospitality for the evening." Technically the rank of Chevalier did make him a member of the nobility, but most nobles hardly thought of it as such, and in all honesty, neither did he. Without land, riches, or a far heftier title, the tabard of a Musketeer carried the most weight with them, and mattered more to him too. He gave a small gesture back towards the Countess's table and spoke again. "Please, lead on."<br><br>He rose, giving the Countess a polite bow before following her servant across the room. After the lad made his introductions, he looked over the people around the table. His eyes flicked over the number of glasses in front of what he figured was the Countesses armsman. <em>Not the wisest of choices.</em> he thought. <em>Not likely to be much trouble here, but even so.</em> Introductions completed, he gave a polite bow before seating himself at the table when he was invited to. "Thank you for your kind invitation." he said, giving a friendly smile to the attractive Countess. He shifted in his seat as one of the maids arrived with a bowl of thick stew, and a small platter of fresh bread. "Ah, thank you." he said, as she set his dinner in front of him. "I've been in the saddle since this morning." he said, smiling, "So I'm sure you can imagine how good this smells right now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>29-04-2017, 20:27:55</strong>
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				"Aye,"&nbsp; The captain said dourly.&nbsp; "I'd hate t' run into the mutt that did something like this."&nbsp; She poked the bodypart with her boot.&nbsp; "Alright, lets circle around and head back to the ship.&nbsp; We're not gonna have much luck finding much of anything out here tonight."&nbsp; She sighed in disappointment.&nbsp; Every moment her ship waited laid up on that sandbar was more time she wasn't making the funds necessary to keep her afloat.<br><br>She looked around at the woods, narrowing her eyes as an owl hooted from somewhere. <br><br>"I don't suppose anyone knows what direction the ship is in, do they?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-04-2017, 20:32:21</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Marsilia</strong>, Vodacce Roof-runner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265143.msg13087932#msg13087932)<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/10oikyb.jpg)</div><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Sundown | The Black Dog-&gt;Woods<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:Kate, Juliana, Genevieve| Open<br><hr><br>"Straight behind us, or so I'd think."<br><br>Marsi shivered.<br><br>"Which, from your question, is not the likely answer.&nbsp; So here we are, lost in the woods with some beastly creature with appetite to match Verdugo's ambitions and our few blades to keep us safe from harm..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>01-05-2017, 02:25:40</strong>
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				Off in the distance comes the rhythmic thudding of what sounds like horses hooves, rising and falling again as the unseen rider moved off into the distance once more. While the way to the river might be unclear, there seems likely to be a road not too far away, and roads at least have the decency to lead somewhere.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>01-05-2017, 05:22:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/RcjBCPf.jpg)</div>A single corner of the countess' lips betrayed a smirk as the musketeer sat across from her. Finding a true gentleman out here was a pleasant surprise, especially one that showed the proper deference to her. Reynaud could learn a thing or two from this man if he weren't so damn stubborn. Isabela shot her bodyguard a momentary look from the corner of her eye, noticing that his own gaze was glued on the musketeer and the muscles in his hand tensed around the handle of his drink. Typical Reynaud; the alpha male that saw every man Isabela showed any sort of interest in as a threat. This time, though, he was right for once. Neither of the two warriors were aware of it quite yet but this was an informal interview of sorts for Reynaud's position. The new prospect was everything Isabela wished Reynaud was: respectful, well-groomed, well-dressed, and attractive. Things already didn't look good for the old war veteran.<br><br>"The pleasure is all mine, I assure you." Isabela dismissed the musketeer's thanks with a wave of her hand and a brief smile. "Your order has quite the reputation. I'm glad to see you take so much pride in upholding it." If there was a faster way to flatter a soldier than mentioning how well they conformed to some weird code of honor, Isabela hadn't found it yet. Still, the compliment held the truth; he looked better now after a day of riding than most of her servants did fresh out of the bath and with newly tailored uniforms and looking good was at least half of the job's requirements. The countess relaxed back into her seat, her eyes holding a look that was almost predatory as she intently studied Imriel. Every little motion of his underwent the harshest of scrutiny, from how he interacted with the barmaid to how he held his spoon. All in all, he appeared a little rough around the edges but molding him into a proper member of high society would take far less work than it had for some of her servants.<br><br>Isabela chuckled softly as the musketeer hovered over his bowl of soup and nodded. "I can relate. I find the comforts of life all the more inviting after a long day." Isabela motioned toward the meal in front of Imriel, signalling that no offense would be taken if he were to eat in front of them. She had to admit, there was something oddly primal and satisfying about watching a man eat. A moment of silence would pass as Isabela curiously watched from across the table, the relative quiet interrupted as she turned to look toward Reynaud who was still intent on staring down the newcomer. "Reynaud." His attention snapped toward his mistress, an ember of anger still burning in his eyes. He didn't like this guy. No <em>real</em> warrior looked like that. Fighting was a business of dirt and blood, not fancy clothes and polished weapons. "Reynaud, would you kindly tend to Thomas? I believe the boy has had enough for the day." Isabela's voice might have been the sweet song it always was but he knew what this actually was: she was ordering him to leave. He didn't like it but fighting the countess only ever served to embolden her. With a grumble, Reynaud stood abruptly, his chair screeching across the inn's floor as he seized Thomas by the wrist and jerked him toward the back of the inn.<br><br>Isabela followed the pair until they were out of sight and then turned to face Imriel with a grin that was borderline flirtatious. "My apologies. Reynaud is far too overprotective of me." Isabela's grin widened ever so slightly as she leaned forward, a renewed interest in the man visible in her features. "But enough about him. I want to talk about <em>you</em>. As much as I wish it to be true, I doubt Theus has deposited a worthy conversationalist in my lap just to pass the night." Isabela smiled to herself and drew in even closer, her eyebrows rising inquisitively. "So tell me...what brings a man such as yourself to a place like this?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>02-05-2017, 15:18:20</strong>
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				"There is no need for apologies." Imriel replied, nodding towards the departing Reynaud. "He only does his duty, and that is something to be lauded." He paused, taking a mouthful of stew before continuing. <br><br>"I'm afraid that I cannot claim anything terribly exciting has brought me here. I was in Buche, heading North to visit some family, when I heard stories of trouble on the road here. I suspect it may be simply a roving band of highwaymen, preying on travelers, and spreading tales of the stranger things of the forest to mask their activities." He tore a piece off the loaf, dipping it into the bread and popping it into his mouth. "I thought I might look them up, and see if I might convince them to find a more honest outlet for their talents." he continued, with a faint smile. <br><br>He stretched languidly, using the movement to take a little look around, before leaning in slightly closer to Isabela and lowering his voice. "Something here feels strange though. The innkeeper, the stable lad, they're tense. I can feel it, though they've said naught to me ... yet." he added as an afterthought. "Have you seen anything amiss on your own journey?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>04-05-2017, 23:11:48</strong>
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				Decision made, the ships company set out in what they thought was the direction of the ship. To add to the overall atmosphere of misty, dark forest, full of things with very large teeth, it started to rain. After all, the evening wouldn't be complete without that, now would it?<br><br>After a bit of time walking, flickering light appeared through the trees, guiding them like the beam of a lighthouse, suggesting warmth, comfort, safety and ... not a ship. Distinctly not a ship, it looks like a coaching inn, or something similar, with a road running past it in both directions. <br><br>It does have at least the advantage of being somewhere warm and dry, and unlikely to be infested with giant rabbits with huge, sharp, pointy teeth. <br><br>Probably.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>05-05-2017, 03:33:18</strong>
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				"Ah!&nbsp; See?"&nbsp; Kate says with a magnanimous gesture at the Inn.&nbsp; She puts her hands on her hips, "I told you we were going the right way towards the lights."&nbsp; She says with a smile. She heads to the door, "Don't you all get too rowdy here.&nbsp; We need to stay on the good side of the locals if we're going to get them on our side.&nbsp; Oh, and don't mention the uh, things, we found in the woods.&nbsp; Don't want to spook em"<br><br>Kate steps up to the door, and throws it open, standing triumphantly in the door for a moment before swaggering in, "Alright, ladies and gentles, I'm offering three... no five shillings a piece for every man or woman who is willing to head out into the woods and help us pull our ship from a sand bank.&nbsp; Any takers?"&nbsp; Kate smiled wide and inviting and rested her fists on her hips, and glanced around at everyone in the bar, as if challenging each and every one of them personally to take her up on her offer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-05-2017, 20:44:51</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Marsilia</strong>, Vodacce Roof-runner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265143.msg13087932#msg13087932)<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/10oikyb.jpg)</div><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Night // Woods --&gt; The Inn<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kate, Juliana, Genevieve, Isabela, and just about everyone else, too<br><hr><br>As they moved, it was all Marsi could do to stop herself from trying to climb up La Bella Capitana like the feline she often seemed and perching on those broad, strong shoulders as if to keep a more secure position in case of something suddenly looming out of the darkness.&nbsp; Indeed, the tiny thief seemed to be on high alert the entire time...alert that did not flag when the inn loomed out of the mist and dark, nor when Kate strode boldly to the door and threw it open, voicing her open invitation to all and sundry.<br><br>Behind her, Marsi uttered a few choice observations concerning the perversity of the world that led them further away from the ship, and maybe something about a Fate Witch in need of a good spanking if not also a hard and punitive tumble in the blankets by half a dozen rampant swains.&nbsp; She did not shirk the welcome possibility of shelter, though, and slipped past the Captain almost as soon as she was able.&nbsp; From force of habit she also sought a shadowed corner to slink into and cast about, casing the inn with reflexive ease...which meant, among other things, that her eyes found the beauteous woman with her entourage and a musketeer as company.&nbsp; A light blush touched her cheeks as her mind indulged a momentary fantasy before she forced her eyes on--the woman would not respond well, given the way she looked at the swordsman, and in any case she was not at all the sort of bridal candidate the petite Vodacce had in mind for her Capitana.<br><br>Thus her gaze carried on, measuring and testing the other customers and the staff, alert for any sign of threat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>07-05-2017, 02:41:45</strong>
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				The general conversation in the inn ceased as Kate made her entrance, a few heads turning to look at the door, and the steadily increasing rain coming down outside. After a few moments, the interrupted conversations started back up, and the innkeeper bustled over to the door.<br><br>"Please, please, come in, be welcome." he said, gesturing for them to come in and close the door. "I do not think you will find many interested in going out in such a poor night, but perhaps in the morning, hmm? I have rooms, or a spot by the fire if you prefer. No need to see yourself tramping back to your ship in such miserable weather. A snug room, a hot bath, a good solid meal, these are what you need tonight, yes? And some wine perhaps? Mulled wine? Wash the cold out of your bones, yes?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>09-05-2017, 13:50:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/RcjBCPf.jpg)</div><br>Isabela fell back against her chair, a trace of disappointment on her face. She had hoped for some grand epic tale that was beyond the scope of ordinary men and instead got a story that was as mundane as they came. Bandits, while certainly more exciting than idly waiting for sleep to take her, wasn't exactly a juicy bit of gossip she could listen to for hours. Still, the musketeer was at least doing <em>something</em> to keep his skills sharp - very unlike Reynaud - and didn't seem the slightest bit worried that he might end up facing down an entire band of robbers on his own. That was something to consider as she mulled over this man's qualifications.<br><br>"Nothing," Isabela replied flatly. The trip back from the lord's ball was only marginally more interesting than sitting in this inn. At least in her carriage she could pull back the curtains and watch the landscape quietly roll by. There hadn't even been a single drunken brawl to spice things up in this quaint little bump in the road. Just another disappointment to add to her ever growing list of unfulfilled wishes of an idle mind. "Just a quiet ride back to my estate until the weather turned foul and forced us to stop prematurely." Isabela's shoulders rose softly with a sigh. Nothing made her wish she was elsewhere like small talk about the weather.<br><br>"The fog," Mathieu's masculine voice interjected without warning, causing Isabela to look his way with a quirked eyebrow, "Not like anything I've seen in all my years crossing these roads. These people have the right of it. Something unnatural is happening out there." <br><br>Isabela met the man's concern with an amused smile a subdued laugh. "Matheiu, my driver," Isabela motioned toward the man that had broken from his meditation to join the conversation at hand, introducing him to her musketeer friend. The fact that Isabela didn't think much of the danger Matheiu foretold was plain to see. In her mind, he was a bit too consumed by whatever nonsense they put in his head when he visited the East for several years. Between the meditation, odd prayers, and his fervent belief in the supernatural, Matheiu was a strange character indeed, especially in the land of Montaigne. It was part of his charm though. For Isabela, 'odd' was usually synonymous with 'interesting' and there was no denying that Matheiu could be both at times.<br><br>Isabela might have pressed her teasing further had it not been for the sudden interruption of a woman possessing a strikingly foreign appearance. She paid the woman little mind; labor and money held no interest for a woman that didn't bother with one and had too much of the other. Matheiu, ever the loyal servant, didn't even flinch at the offer. He was being paid far more to just sit here and wait for morning. Besides, there was an apprehension in his soul; a small sum of money wasn't going to drag him outside into that fog. But seeing as how the talk of money was in the air, Isabela decided to steer the conversation toward the reason she had brought the musketeer over in the first place. "Imriel, have you ever considered settling down? Perhaps putting your prodigious skills to work in a career that's a little more...stable? While he means well, Reynaud is not meant for the life I have provided him. I believe that you, however, are." Isabela smiled sweetly as she folded her arms across the top of the table before continuing. "I do not expect an answer now but I would like to invite you to my estate when we depart in the morning. We can discuss matters further there should you find yourself intrigued at what I can offer you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>09-05-2017, 23:24:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/A099c61e24428cfee4fee43167068f37.jpg)</div>Imriel nodded as Isabela indicated nothing out of the ordinary, his gaze shifting to Mathieu as the man brought the fog up. His hand rose to stroke his beard thoughtfully as he considered the fog might be a part of what was going on.<br><br>The short commotion from the door had him turn in place to regard the newcomers before Isabela's speech drew his attention back to the table in front of him. "I confess I have never given such an idea much thought." he said. "For as long as my wits and blade can be of service to Montaigne, I suspect I shall still be wearing this tabard." he responded, brushing the front of the cloth. "And even if I were no longer an active Musketeer, I would still be a chevalier of the Rose and Cross." He gave a small smile. "I do not think it likely I am to pass quietly in a bed in my old age, but we shall see what the future brings. All things are possible, so it is said."<br><br>His brow abruptly furrowed, and he turned his gaze to Mathieu momentarily before turning back to Isabela. "Have you ever been to Eisen, m'lady?" he inquired. "It's an unhappy land, and it's borders here are close enough that some of their ... troubles ... might possibly cross into Montaigne. I spent some time there, when I was squire to Julien Reinette, in pursuit of a beast that was roaming across the border and preying on those who lived nearby. At first it took animals, sheep and cattle, but then it's hungers .. changed. It came with the fog, you see. Stout walls could keep it out, but few shepherds huts were strongly enough built for that. We got there after the third .. no, the fourth attack. It managed one more before we were able to track it down and see that it would no longer prey on those not strong enough to defend themselves." His left hand rose to absently rub his side.<br><br>"Perhaps there is something more than stories spread by bandits here after all." His eyes were unfocused slightly, staring out as if to pierce the walls and look out into the night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>13-05-2017, 17:59:17</strong>
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				The innkeeper's reluctance only seemed to strike some stubborn bone in Kate's body.&nbsp; "Ach, did I walk into an inn that only services mewling babes?"&nbsp; She scowled at him.&nbsp; "It's nothing but night, fog and maybe a roaming pack of wolves, and you all are cozy.&nbsp; I've got a shipment of fine dish ware that's just sitting in my hold waiting to be delivered and If I don't get out there soon."<br><br>When not a soul spoke up, she rolled her shoulders in frustration, "Alright, so be it."&nbsp; She turned to the volunteers, "Settle in for the night, ask around and see if you can find anyone willing to leave at first light."&nbsp; She said in a lower tone that only they could hear, "And best not to mention the leavings we found in the woods.&nbsp; I see no point in gettin' everyone riled up over the leavings of some wolfpack."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-05-2017, 02:28:19</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Marsilia</strong>, Vodacce Roof-runner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265143.msg13087932#msg13087932)<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/10oikyb.jpg)</div><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Night // Woods --&gt; The Inn<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kate, Juliana, Genevieve, Isabela, and just about everyone else, too<br><hr><br>It did not take much longer for Marsi to rejoin La Capitana Bella, almost climbing into the taller, stronger woman's lap as she takes a place nest to the commanding woman.<br><br>"This will have to do," she agreed, somewhat dolefully.&nbsp; "It is dry, yes, and not quite so noisy as the ship.&nbsp; But the rooms will not be as private, eh?&nbsp; And not quite as firmly under your command, so less...ahhhh...useful."&nbsp; She giggled, laid her head on Kate's arm in a rather feline fashion.&nbsp; "But the food will be hot and filling."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>14-05-2017, 15:35:12</strong>
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				(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/8b2c7708c935b2dd640cd4c17218ef5e.jpg)<br><br>Leja sat at the table with Kate and Marsi, While listening to the villagers conversations to get a feel for the people. Before she started to go about Socializing and ingratiating herself to the folk in the inn to&nbsp; try and help encourage more to come help get the ship&nbsp; unstuck in the morning.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>14-05-2017, 17:34:06</strong>
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				The innkeeper bustled over to the table, smiling at the group. "I am sorry that no one seems able to help you, but we have to look after the inn, and the guests, well, doubtless they have all traveled far today, and perhaps have far to travel tomorrow as well. Helping with your ship sounds like a large task, and not one made easier at night. In the morning things will be better, easier, yes? And there is a village an hour or so along the road. Perhaps there would be more there able to help, yes? The Count, he is a learned man, and has servants as well."<br><br>He rubbed a cloth, somewhat needlessly, over the table as he spoke. "Now, what can I get you? We have beef stew tonight, and fresh bread, and a braised lamb with roast vegetables almost done. There is wine, or beer if that is your taste."<br><br>From the nearby tables Leja could overhear a couple of conversations, one about traveling conditions on the road, a pair of merchants it seems, discussing the rumors of bandit activity, and a plague somewhere to the North. The other was a Musketeer in conversation with a noblewoman and her retainers, discussing some sort of beast he had previously hunted. The other tables, the people at them looked like mostly merchants, their guards and drivers ... much the sort you might expect to find at night in a roadside inn. A trio of servants moved between the tables, bringing food and drink and clearing away the remains of the same. Sitting by the fireplace is a young red-haired man tuning a lute, strumming lightly on the strings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>15-05-2017, 03:22:21</strong>
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				(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/8b2c7708c935b2dd640cd4c17218ef5e.jpg)<br><br>Leja got up&nbsp; and made her way to the table&nbsp; "Excuse me&nbsp; My Lady and Sir, I over heard some fascinating stories and would be most honored to join&nbsp; you and listen more closely." The short&nbsp; Samaritan women gave a warm smile as she patiently awaited for the assembled groups response. She wore a mix of the east&nbsp; and west clothing style&nbsp; of her home nation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>18-05-2017, 01:30:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/RcjBCPf.jpg)</div> "Fantastic. I will see to it that your things are loaded onto my carriage in the morning. You will love it at my estate. I take <em>very</em> good care of my guests." Isabela smiled a broad smile, seemingly taking Imriel's roundabout way of saying 'We'll see' as a 'Yes.' Besides, what man could resist her? She had everything - charm, money, beauty - and she wasn't above leveraging any one of those traits to get what she wanted. Imriel would see things her way. She was sure of it.<br><br>But the musketeer's talk of monsters that crawled out from the mist was met with the same skeptical look that all of Mathieu's eastern hocus pocus suffered through. Skepticism slowly melted from her lips to be replaced by a sly grin as the countess covered her heart with her hand in mock distress. "My dear musketeer, you wouldn't be trying to scare a lady with ghost stories on a night like this would you? I should count myself lucky that I have a strong, handsome man such as yourself to watch over me." It was pretty clear that Isabela wasn't taking the whole thing very seriously, even using the story as a way to sneak in some more harmless flirting. She did <em>technically</em> have two bodyguards at the moment, even if one of them wasn't beholden to her and her alone. With those two, Mathieu, Thomas, and her own secreted skills and the dagger tied to her thigh with a bit of frilly lace, it was hard for Isabela to feel anything other than completely safe. Still, her smile faded when she saw it wasn't going to be matched by Imriel; he was either a really good actor or he was truly spooked by something. <br><br>For once, Isabela wasn't really sure what to say. Monsters? Here? Ghost stories were told about other people, not attractive countesses in expensive dresses. Imriel seemed to think otherwise though. Thankfully, the awkward silence was broken by another voice, one that was far too feminine to be one of her servants returning to check on her. The woman that approached appeared to be just as out of place as Isabela was given the style of her garb. Isabela imagined Mathieu would probably get a kick out of it if he bothered to look toward her; his travels east were one of the few subjects he talked freely about. "Imriel here doubtlessly has more stories to share than myself. He was just telling the oddest story about a creature he's been tracking. Isn't that right, dear?" Isabela leaned forward and cupped her chin her hand, looking toward the musketeer expectantly with a slight smirk crossing her lips. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>18-05-2017, 13:51:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/3hgsLSS.jpg)</div><br>Malcyn awoke to the delicious smells of dinner, wafting up from the kitchen, and the sounds of voice, muffled, from the common room below. Groggily, he sat up on his bed and peered around in the twilight of his room. A dismayed look at the darkness beyond his window confirmed his unhappy suspicions: he had slept through the last hours of the day.<br><br>Perhaps he had pushed himself too hard these past days, spending most hours in the saddle, or perhaps the temptation of a nap before resuming his studies had just been too great, but when he’d set eyes upon the bed, he had decided against all better judgment that this was a good time for a nap. Just a small one, mind you, or so he’d told himself. He would close his eyes for one minute only. <br><br>That one minute had turned into hours and the result was a guilty glance to the bags that held his supplies as he washed and changed into fresh clothes. A pair of plain black pants, a white shirt, equally plain but well made and long coat of a thick, dark gray fabric, that had been embroidered by the mother of a child he’d helped.&nbsp; He combed his hair and scowled when his hair refused any call to order. <br><br>Lacking the patience to do more, he left his room and hurried down the stairs, accosting the first servant he came across with a wide smile and a greeting. <br><br>“Is that stew?” he asked eagerly. “It is, isn’t it? I could smell it all the way up in my room. If there is any left, I’d like a portion, please.” <br><br>The young man settled into a chair not far from the lady addressing a noblewoman and a musketeer, turning his head towards them when his ears picked up their topic. Stories were always welcome and he shifted in his seat, facing the three as he politely refrained from imposing but not making a secret of his curiosity either.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>20-05-2017, 14:04:23</strong>
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				The servant paused, a tray full of empty tankards rattling slightly. "It is indeed. I'll bring you a bowlful in just a minute, if you'd like to seat yourself. Some fresh bread as well? Made just this morning." Order taken, they headed back to the kitchen.<br><br>* * * * *<br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/A099c61e24428cfee4fee43167068f37.jpg)</div>Taking Isabela's reply as an offer to join them, he rose, offering Leja his chair and pulling another over from a nearby table. He took a moment to move his meal before seating himself again. "Countess," he continued, turning to face Isabella once more, "While I have no wish to frighten you, or anyone else, if you had encountered the same kind of creature as I did, then you would deem caution only as prudence. The horrors awoken in Eisen since their land ravaged itself in war are not fireside tales to send a delicious shiver through one while sitting in comfort. They are real, and they are dangerous." His voice was pitched low, to not carry far beyond the table, but earnest.<br><br>"Now, until I know more, I will not say a monster haunts the night here, but they have little respect for country borders. I think perhaps the pain of the land keeps them mostly in Eisen, mostly in the South, but it is not unknown for them to roam far afield. I would hope that it is simply bandits preying on the road here, but if an Eisen horror has made it's way into this forest, then it must be found and stopped. If not, death will only follow death."<br><br>As if summoned by his words a scream rose in the air, muffled by distance and the walls of the inn, and cut off abruptly, but still close enough to carry clearly the sounds of pain and terror. Conversation in the inn stopped, cut cleanly as by a knife, and for a moment, the only sounds were the clatter of wooden plates and bowls bouncing on the floor from where they had been dropped. Standing over them was one of the inns servants, gone white as a sheet.<br><br>Imriel's chair hit the floor as it fell over backwards, so quickly did he rise. His blade was already in his hand as he started towards the door to seek the source of the scream.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>20-05-2017, 15:25:46</strong>
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				(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/8b2c7708c935b2dd640cd4c17218ef5e.jpg)<br><br>Leja was about to&nbsp; to take a seat unitl she haerd the scream and looked to the direction&nbsp; she thought it came from and took deep breath and slowly let it out. As she tried to settle herself she without much forethought&nbsp; rested her hand on the hilts of her knives.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>20-05-2017, 17:44:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/3hgsLSS.jpg)</div><br>To his rising dismay, Malcyn soon found that the musketeer apparently had expected some unwanted curiosity and continued his tale in hushed tones. Not to be so easily outplayed, the youth simply hopped his chair a little closer, briefly tearing his gaze from the speaker to send an apologetic smile to the ladies in his company. Settling in just in time to catch Imriel's words he leaned forward, so drawn into the story that the scream, when it came, almost seemed felt part of the musketeer's tale. <br><br>His eyes widened when the musketeer vaulted to his feet, but when Imriel started to the door the young man moved as well - in the opposite direction. "Keep my stew warm!" he shouted to a servant as he rushed up the stairs, past shocked patrons and servants alike. Malcyn burst into his room, picking up his rapier from where it rested against the wall and snatching his satchel from the bed on the go. Unwilling to risk being slowed down in the busy common room, he headed straight for the window, threw it open and climbed on the window sill, looking down. <br><br>"Oh no!" he whispered, spotting the body sprawled on the ground below. Holding himself steady on the window frame, he regained his composure and hurriedly lowered himself down, trying to reach the still form as fast as he could. <br><br>Perhaps he wasn't too late.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>22-05-2017, 02:51:54</strong>
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				Kate settled down by the fire, pulling Marsi into her lap.&nbsp; She didn't like being stuck here, but she was gonna make the most of it.&nbsp; "Bartender.&nbsp; Give me your strongest of whatever swill you drink here south of the channel!"&nbsp; She yells over to the man.<br><br>She brings her legs up and rests them on a chair across from her and enjoys the warmth of the fire she watched and drank.&nbsp; When the scream happened, she yelled, "Dagdha mohr!" and quickly went bounding towards the source of the noise.&nbsp; The large woman muscled her way through the Inn's guests, hoping it wasn't one of her crew that had met their ends.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-05-2017, 05:27:41</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Marsilia</strong>, Vodacce Roof-runner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265143.msg13087932#msg13087932)<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/10oikyb.jpg)</div><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Night // The Inn<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kate, Juliana, Genevieve, Isabela, and just about everyone else, too<br><hr><br>It was not easy to tell which annoyed the tiny Vodacce scoundrel more--the sudden hue and cry, being so unceremoniously dumped out of Kate's lap, or the very fact that the disturbance signaled in some way that she'd been right to cynically anticipate just such a turn for the evening...and having promised not to let any variation of "I told you so" pass her lips, she was in no position to capitalize on her foresight.&nbsp; Instead, she rolled her eyes, glanced over at Leja as if taking the measure of the equally petite Sarmatian, shrugged as if to say 'what is to be done' and followed after La Bella Capitana, a dagger seeming to appear in one hand as if conjured by will and wit alone.<br><br>"<em>Porca miseria</em>..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>25-05-2017, 16:00:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/A099c61e24428cfee4fee43167068f37.jpg)</div>The courtyard of the inn was dimly lit through the rain and fog, but still enough to see the motionless figure lying sprawled on the ground. Imriel turned as movement caught his eye, blade coming up to an en garde position, but it was another of the inn's guests, dropping from their window with a satchel. <em>Physician perhaps?</em> he thought, turning his attention back to the courtyard.<br><br>A quick glance showed the body to be that of the stablehand, a young lad who had looked barely old enough to be called a man. There seemed to be blood on his face, but that was the extent of what Imriel could tell without examination, and while he had a number of talents, medicine was not amongst them. Leaving the boy to the others he could hear approaching, he moved around the yard towards the stable. He couldn't hear any uproar from the horses, so whoever, or whatever, had done this ought not be there, but it was still the handiest place to hide.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RobHumph</strong> on <strong>27-05-2017, 18:49:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://pre06.deviantart.net/5975/th/pre/i/2013/258/8/2/the_musketeer_by_davidgalopimdesigns-d6mee32.jpg)</div><br>The evening had been going so well until now. Thomas had spent most of it in one of the corners of the common room, idly sitting there under the candlelight and just observing. And drinking of course, though not much in the way of alcohol or other such nonsense. Lord no, instead he had happily sipped his way through as much water as the innkeep had bothered to boil for him. He would have preferred tea but the innkeep tragically didn't keep any. <br><br>Thomas had watched the evenings events with idle boredom until the scream. A few glances towards the woman of quite obvious noble birth and were it not for his hat he wouldn't have been subtle about it at all. He had lost interest when the musketeer sauntered up to her, more trouble than it was worth. The band of women arriving and requesting aid with ships hadn't brought much from him either, too much work for so little in the dark and damp, no chance of that. The scream though, that had finally roused some interest in him. <br><br>Rising from his seat and muttering apologies to the locals as he moved through them, Thomas steadily made his way to the door. He made it there after the large highland woman had bustled her way through, followed by what Thomas had taken for a child but was in fact Marsi, though Thomas certainly didn't know that. Outside he was greeted with the scene, one dead boy, another bow sprawled on the floor from where he had fallen out of a window and the highlander and her girl. <br><br>Seeing the musketeer from earlier make for the stable, Thomas walked after him, curious as to find out what happened if nothing else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>27-05-2017, 23:03:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/3hgsLSS.jpg)</div><br>Dropping his rapier, Malcyn sank to his knees beside the unconscious young man. He checked for a pulse and swiftly moved his hands over the body, investigating the wounds underneath the boy's bloodied clothes. Drawing a knife from his belt, he cut the fabric over the boy's stomach and pulled it aside, exposing the ragged, deep wound vicious claws had made. <br><br>He opened his satchel, retrieving a bottle that held a concoction with a terrible smell, and used it to disinfect the stable boy's wounds before setting himself to mending it proper. He worked swiftly but unhurriedly, his sole focus on the boy until he was ready to apply the bandages that should keep the wound from opening again. "When I am done, he'll need to be moved," he instructed, without looking up. "Preferably to a quiet room but if there isn't any, then to my own. Be careful not to put pressure on the stomach." <br><br>While he spoke, he continued to remove the fabric from the young man's body where blood stains suggested wounds underneath. "Claw marks on the stomach," he commented as he worked to cleanse the other wounds and bandage them. "Bite wounds on the shoulder. Dog sized, I think. Strange claw marks on the arms. Seem a lot bigger." <br><br>Once he had done all he could for the wounded boy, he gathered his equipment and stored it away carefully. He picked up his rapier and returned it to his belt while he waited for the stable boy to be moved to a better location.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>01-06-2017, 17:02:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/A099c61e24428cfee4fee43167068f37.jpg)</div>Imriel paused, looking around before kneeling down to more closely examine some odd marks on the ground. He heard the voice behind him comment on the bite being dog like, which would sort of match the handful of tracks he was looking at. "If this was a dog, it's a bigger one than I've ever laid eyes on." he called back over his shoulder, keeping his gaze sweeping the surroundings for any signs of trouble.<br><br>The stable itself seemed untouched, nothing out of place, though the animals within moved uneasily. The rain continued to drum down on the wooden roof overhead, sounding like it was picking up in intensity.<br><br>He moved back out to the courtyard, where a few of the staff and guests had emerged. "Get the lad inside, he needs to be warm and dry." His tone was the snap of command, and the staff of the inn responded, carefully lifting the injured lad and carrying him inside. "I can't see what did it." he said to those still gathered. "There are some tracks near the stable, maybe a dog or wolf, but far larger than any I've ever seen before. I don't think we'd have much luck trying to follow them in this murk. Maybe there will still be something usable come the morning."<br><br>He gestured back towards the inn. "For now, I'm thinking we best get everyone back inside, and see what else has been happening here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>02-06-2017, 11:06:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/3hgsLSS.jpg)</div><br>"I will be along shortly," he told the servants carrying the wounded boy. "And make sure he isn't alone! Someone must stay with him at all times. If there is a change, like a fever, I want to know immediately. I don't care if I'm sleeping, wake me up!"<br><br>He nodded to Imriel and the man who had followed the musketeer to the stables. "I want to make sure he's taken care of proper, but once that's done and I have changed these," he gestured at his pants, muddied from the reckless fall and his kneeling beside the patient, "then I will join you in the common room, if I may? I too would like to know what is going on here." <br><br><em>And perhaps finally get a bowl of that delicious smelling stew. I do hope there is some left</em>, he thought, blushing when his stomach growled.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RobHumph</strong> on <strong>03-06-2017, 01:36:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://pre06.deviantart.net/5975/th/pre/i/2013/258/8/2/the_musketeer_by_davidgalopimdesigns-d6mee32.jpg)</div><br>Thomas regards the musketeer for a moment as the man speaks. "Bigger than a hound you say?" Thomas speaks fluent Montaignen but with a rather obvious Avalon accent. <br><br>Seemingly intrigued with the situation he looks out into the murky and rainy night, not specifically looking for any tracks or any beast, but thinking. Shaking his head, sending droplets of rain flying off the brim of his hat, he makes back for the entrance of the inn.<br><br>"Whatever it is it can wait until the morrow. When either the sun shines or this misery continues." He says as he goes, giving little if any regard to either the injured stablehand or the boy who was giving out orders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>05-06-2017, 16:15:19</strong>
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				Kate is reluctant but she rubs her chin after putting her blade back behind her.&nbsp; "This makes sense with what we found in the woods.&nbsp; Some pour soul had a run in with something that tore them limb from limb.&nbsp; We didn't run into them ourselves, thank the prophets, but there's definitely something out there."<br><br>Sensing opportunity, Kate turned to the nobles.&nbsp; "My crew is experienced in dealing with all kinds of nasty vermin.&nbsp; I can't speak for everyone here, but I think at least a few of us would be willing to help track down whatever is doing this and make sure it sees it's end."<br><br>Kate takes a moment to finish her drink.&nbsp; "For a small fee, of course.&nbsp; And help removing my ship from the the sand bar that's got her laid up."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 02:43:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/A099c61e24428cfee4fee43167068f37.jpg)</div>The innkeeper, seeing danger seemed immediatey past, secured the stable and then hurried back inside. Imriel let the others re-enter first, keeping his attention focused on the courtyard as he made his way back in, closing the door behind him. "I'm thinking that if you know aught of this, then it would be time to be saying so." he instructed the innkeeper, who flushed slightly, wiping his hands on the cloth tucked at his belt.<br><br>Imriel led the man back to the table where he had sat, drawing another up and gesturing to those who had chosen to become involved to seat themselves, before laying a hand on the innkeeper's shoulder. "If there is trouble, it will be dealt with, I give you my word. But we need to know what we are dealing with."<br><br>The man licked his lips to moisten then, and then nodded jerkily. "We ... we weren't really sure there was something. Not certain I mean." he began. "Pierre, one of the foresters, he said he found tracks and a deer kill two moons ago. Tracks like a dog, but bigger, and, well, strange. He said he was going to try and track down whatever made them, but no one has seen him since. We didn't know what happened. There are always stories about the woods, but no one wants to say there is any danger near them, merchants might look for other paths, and there were already stories about bandits to the south."<br><br>He paused, looking around at the group before continuing. "The village to the south, Binio, a few people there have said about finding tracks, and livestock taken, but never a person. Not that they've said, anyway." he added. "That's as much as I can tell you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>08-06-2017, 11:36:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/3hgsLSS.jpg)</div>Wanting to check up on his patient, Malcyn followed the others inside. A sidelong glance was cast to the captain when she made mention of her ship having trouble and he waited until they all were indoors before addressing her. "If I'm still here when you make the attempt to free her, I won't mind helping," he offered. The young man didn't look all that strong, but - he thought - every hand helped. And if that gave the captain more reason to help, so much the better. She sure looked a lot more competent than he was, not to mention the offer of her crew helping out as well. Surely, they deserved what help he could give?<br><br>Accepting a hot, wet cloth from one of the servants, he cleaned his hands and listened quietly while the Musketeer and the Innkeeper spoke. He wasn't sure if he was useful here, all considering, not like Imriel or that other man he'd seen outside, the one that looked as if he'd fought many battles, but he wasn't one to shirk responsibility. He was here, and there was trouble. That was enough to put an obligation on him. And so he nodded to group when Imriel made his promise, tapping the slim rapier at his side. "I am not all that bad with this," he said shyly, his intonation making an offer out of the statement. "But please excuse me one moment, I need to check on my patient. It shouldn't take long."<br><br>Jogging up the stairs, he asked one of the staff for directions and went to his patient's room, intending to make sure the wounded boy had not suffered from being moved. He didn't plan on staying longer than necessary; he was tired and so hungry that the smell of food in the common room made his stomach ache. If he had to, he could ask for a simple meal upstairs, but hopefully, he'd find the boy asleep and well cared for.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RobHumph</strong> on <strong>09-06-2017, 01:24:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://pre06.deviantart.net/5975/th/pre/i/2013/258/8/2/the_musketeer_by_davidgalopimdesigns-d6mee32.jpg)</div><br>Thomas, his curiosity once again caught, lingered near the musketeer and innkeep. He crossed his arms and raised a brow towards the young man as he patted his rapier. "Toy like that won't be much use against a wild animal, boy." He rolls his shoulder, droplets of rain dripping off his clothing as he does so. "Hound'd just go ignore what piddly little slashes you could do while it rips your throat out." <br><br>Pulling out one of the nearby chairs and more or less falling into it, scratches his chin while he mulls over the idea of hunting whatever beast was doing this. "Whatever it is wasn't scared of trying for a kill right next to this here inn, rather bold dare I say. Most unlike most lone hunters. A packs mayhaps?" He ponders aloud before waving his own idea away. "One makes more sense."<br><br>"Bah. Either way, you chaps want to go after this thing I may as well accompany you, been a rather dull journey thus far and I so dearly want to shoot something."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>10-06-2017, 15:12:30</strong>
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				The short Samaritan women moved behind&nbsp; Kate to give her silent support she was with her. She gave the&nbsp; captain a determined nod.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>13-06-2017, 03:42:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/A099c61e24428cfee4fee43167068f37.jpg)</div><br>Imriel nodded in acknowledgement as the young physician departed to look in on his patient. He arched an eyebrow at the other man's disparagement of the physicians rapier, and his indication of wanting to 'shoot something'. <br><br>"This does not strike me as an idle hunting party, chasing some small game. Whatever did this appears a more than capable hunter themselves. I would treat a boar hunt more lightly than I would this." Imriel stated. "But for that, your offer is appreciated. I would suggest unless there is anything pressing to discuss, we turn in, and gather at first light, when there will hopefully be enough tracks still to follow."<br><br>He glanced around at the others before continuing. "Failing that, this village to the south may hold some clues for us."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>14-06-2017, 11:54:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/3hgsLSS.jpg)</div>Going up the stairs, Malcyn caught the gruff man's parting shot, and he blushed, not as sure the other had been wrong as he'd have liked. He didn't know either if his slender blade would be any help at all against a beast that made claw marks as huge as he'd seen on the stable boy's body. <em>Maybe he's right. Maybe I'll just be in the way</em>," he thought as he reached the boy's room. He entered and left his doubts at the doorstep. Here, at least, he felt secure in his skill. <br><br>Finding his patient sound asleep, he touched the boy's neck and forehead in a rudimentary check of his pulse and temperature, and lifted the blanket for a glance at the bandages. Pleased to find everything in order, Malcyn looked to the one watching over the boy. "What is his name?" he asked, gently draping the cover back over the sleeping form.<br><br>He nodded, repeated his instructions to send for him at the first sign of change, and left. <br><br>Returning to the common room, he sat down again and soon found himself served a bowl of stew, some bread and a glass of wine. "If he sleeps through the night, we might be able to ask him some questions in the morning," he said inbetween bites, glancing over the small group. "But I'd rather not wake him. Sleep is the best that can happen for him right now. But I did ask the staff to send for me the moment he wakes up. If we are lucky, he'll be able to tell us what happened."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RobHumph</strong> on <strong>14-06-2017, 12:42:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://pre06.deviantart.net/5975/th/pre/i/2013/258/8/2/the_musketeer_by_davidgalopimdesigns-d6mee32.jpg)</div><br>Thomas shrugs. "A boar hunt can be most exhilarating on a journey of the likes I've been having. So a more dangerous beast should prove even more interesting." <br><br>"But." He stands to his feet. "If we are to move at first light on the morrow, then I think it best we do indeed rest." He tips his hat to those gathered and makes for the stairs. "And perhaps someone can find the boy a better weapon to use?" He says over his shoulder as he passes Malcyn. "Spear or axe maybe. Even a gun of some form is anyone has a spare." <br><br>With that he returns to his room, to sleep until the morning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>17-06-2017, 11:10:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/3hgsLSS.jpg)</div>"This is the weapon I most used to," he explained to Imriel, since the originator of the discussion had left. "But I'd still like to be there. This beast must be stopped before it claims another, and I want to do my share." The young man grimaced and put his spoon down, pushing the empty bowl away. "But Father Lairre used to say that giving aid also means doing what you must, instead of doing what you want. And if that means staying behind or use some strange weapon, I'll try and do my best." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-06-2017, 17:07:47</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Marsilia</strong>, Vodacce Roof-runner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265143.msg13087932#msg13087932)<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/10oikyb.jpg)</div><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Night // Woods --&gt; The Inn<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kate, Juliana, Genevieve, Isabela, and just about everyone else, too<br><hr><br>Grumbling softly about being rousted from such a comfortable seat to hasten outside only to be ushered back inside, Marsi wasted little time in reclaiming her place in Kate's lap with one arm around the Captain's neck and the other drumming fingers on her own knee.<br><br>"Now or in the morning," she opined sourly, "we hunt on ground of the beast's choosing.&nbsp; This is it's home, no?&nbsp; And it no doubt expects us to do something rash.&nbsp; Unless these villagers are witless, feckless, helpless...which I do not think they are."&nbsp; She shook her head, tried to snuggle her head to Kate's breasts without being too obvious about it.&nbsp; "There may even be more than one beast."<br><br>She shifted, trying to make herself more comfortable in Kate's lap.<br><br>"Not that we will not hunt.&nbsp; This is not something to let lie fallow."&nbsp; She blew out in exasperation, her breath puffing up and pushing her bangs out of her eyes.&nbsp; "Like with two legged predators.&nbsp; You teach them respect or they take everything."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>20-06-2017, 16:22:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/A099c61e24428cfee4fee43167068f37.jpg)</div><br>Imriel listened to the young physician, nodding in acknowledgement. "Wise words, but consider how effective you would be with a weapon you are unfamiliar with. The rapier has a point as well as an edge, and if it lacks the weight for a slashing cut, thrusting 12 inches of steel into someone tends to make them rethink their choice of actions." He clapped the younger man on the shoulder. "Do not let his words get to you. Trust in your own abilities."<br><br>Marsi's comment about there being more than one beast drew Imriel's attention to the women's table. "One beast is quite enough to start with." he called over. "We would not want anyone to think we were being greedy in hoping for more." Hopefully his words would lighten the mood somewhat, and Musketeers had a reputation to uphold, if nothing else.<br><br>The evening drew on, food, drink and rooms being provided for those who needed them, and dawn came early.<br><br>When there was enough light to see by, Imriel went out to check the courtyard, though the weather of the previous night had left little in the way of tracks to follow. At least the day seemed more promising, from what could be seen of the sky.<br><br>He returned to the inn, intent on a solid breakfast before setting out to investigate the nearby village.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>22-06-2017, 14:02:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/3hgsLSS.jpg)</div> He had listened to both Imriel and the woman seated on the captain's lap, offering the latter a tentative smile. It was rare to hear someone speak up and not assume villagers to be weak or foolish, and he found himself warming to the petite woman, even if her choice of seat was a bit... unorthodox. Still, once he tried to look past the snuggling, he found her words betrayed experience, and the comparison with two-legged predators was as apt as it was cynical. <br><br>This, together with Imriel's encouragement fueled his eagerness and he rose from his seat not long after the Musketeer, nodding a goodnight to the captain and the lady seated in her lap.<br><br>He woke in the morning, by the light pouring in through his window, which meant he'd slept through the night. He hoped it was a good omen, both for his patient and for the upcoming hunt. Clipping his rapier to his belt, and packing a travel sized selection of medical necessities, Malcyn left his room and went to check up on the stable boy. Finding his patient's condition unchanged, he left new instructions, and headed downstairs, slipping into a seat near Imriel.<br><br>"Goodmorning," he greeted, beckoning a servant over. "Breakfast, please?" During his time on the road, he had learned that it was much easier to just order breakfast instead of selecting every item separately, as he had been used to. <br><br>"Are we leaving as soon as everyone had breakfast?" he asked Imriel as he waited for his own food.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RobHumph</strong> on <strong>23-06-2017, 01:27:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://pre06.deviantart.net/5975/th/pre/i/2013/258/8/2/the_musketeer_by_davidgalopimdesigns-d6mee32.jpg)</div><br>Thomas had managed to get a restful nights sleep, despite or perhaps because of the fact the hunt was to be in the morning. He had forgone violin practise that morning, both out of a wish not to disturb every local in a hundred yard radius, and that he had to prepare for a hunt.<br><br>He exited his room and descended the stairs with all manner of equipment one might expect to find on a modern soldier. A this right hip was his sword, not a rapier of an officer but a rather plain sabre with a quite clearly worn grip. On his left was a simple dirk in a more finely crafted scabbard than that of his sabre. The most obvious piece that he wore however would be the musket, a matchlock. Traditionally he wore the belt with ammunition for his firearm, the thirteen apostles dangling from small lengths of cord. <br><br>Thomas noted the two already in the common room. "Morning." He said to Imriel and Malcyn as he sat down at one of the empty tables, setting the musket down upon it. "See you're still to use that rapier of yours, boy." Thomas idly stated to Malcyn as he checked the firearm over, making sure the mechanisms all worked and that the barrel was clean of any soot or other dirt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>27-06-2017, 02:39:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/A099c61e24428cfee4fee43167068f37.jpg)</div><br>Imriel looked up as the young physician came downstairs, and gestured for him to seat himself beside the musketeer. He nodded a greeting as the other man ordered breakfast of his own from one of the inn staff, his mouth full of porridge. "Indeed." he replied. "I doubt it will take us too long to reach this village, but I don't wish to tarry overlong. If this beast has a taste for manflesh, that's something that needs ending before it feeds again. And if this was just the first incident or so, better we stop it before it develops a taste for people."<br><br>Movement from above drew his attention to the other man from the previous night, and he nodded a polite greeting as the other joined them. "The rapier is a perfectly serviceable blade." he responded before the younger man could. "My own brethren find them quite sufficient for the tasks we are called upon to handle. From your accent you are not Montaigne, m'sieur, so perhaps you are unfamiliar with that." he added. "In any case, going into danger with an unfamiliar weapon is unlikely to improve ones performance, and it seems we should have blades and shot enough to deal with anything we need to."<br><br>He idly considered offering the stranger a short demonstration on what the rapier were capable off, but dismissed it for the moment. There were more pressing concerns, after all. "Once everyone has risen, and taken whatever breakfast they need, we should be off."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>29-06-2017, 04:54:35</strong>
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				Kate came down from the inn's upper floor with her hair a mess.&nbsp; She was a a stubborn sight of ruggedness in the otherwise fine country inn.&nbsp; She wore her pleated tartan again, her clan's colors draped across her breast.&nbsp; She came down and plopped self at&nbsp; the table.&nbsp; "Looks like a fine day!&nbsp; A fine day for a hunt."&nbsp; &nbsp;said to the gentlemen there.&nbsp; <br><br>She grabbed a roll from table and chowed it.&nbsp; "So, what do you say we start a pot.&nbsp; Everyone puts in some coin, and the person who fells the beast gets it all."&nbsp; She looked at Thomas, with his fancy medals, and sized up the man with a steely gaze.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"You seem like a contender.&nbsp; What do you say, chum?"&nbsp; She said with a smug smile.&nbsp; &nbsp;She glanced over at the barkeep.&nbsp; "Mead!&nbsp; c'mon, it's never too early for a drink!"&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RobHumph</strong> on <strong>29-06-2017, 21:26:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://pre06.deviantart.net/5975/th/pre/i/2013/258/8/2/the_musketeer_by_davidgalopimdesigns-d6mee32.jpg)</div><br>Thomas shrugged towards Imriel. "Very serviceable against your fellow man, yes. But against an animal of the kind that likely haunts these woods? Better than nothing, pone supposes, but far from ideal." Happy that the mechanism is all fine with his firearm, Thomas pulls out the scourer and slides it into the barrel, checking for any obvious blockages. "You would be correct. I'm not of these lands. Avalon, if you must know." <br><br>When Kate appears, Thomas sends her a nod and another "Morning." before returning to his work. <br><br>He raises a brow at the prospect of a wager, and that same brow goes a tad higher when she calls him 'chum'. "A prize pot for the final blow on the beast? Why not, I'll partake. Would our musketeer friend also be interested?" He looks to Imriel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>30-06-2017, 14:48:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/3hgsLSS.jpg)</div> "Good morning, Captain!" he greeted, lowering his spoon to the plate and smiling in welcome. "It <em>is</em> a good day," he agreed. "Or it will be once we stop the beast. We were just talking about it." A faint gesture with his spoon indicated Imriel. "Monsieur said we'd leave as soon as everyone had breakfast. I hope we'll find tracks before we reach the village. I don't like how it came so close to the Inn.'" He had heard most animals are afraid of people. It was instinctive, or so he'd been told. But what would happen if this beast had learned it could kill them? What if it had lost its fear? <br><br>He recalled the words the captain's petite friend had spoken the night before: 'you teach them respect or they'll take it all'. He had agreed with her then, but now, in the light of day and with the hunt drawing near, the small woman's words held an urgency he hadn't felt before.&nbsp; <br><br>Imriel's retort to the overbearing stranger on his behalf was rewarded with a quick smile, and he used the discussion between the two to clean his plate. The captain's suggestion brought a grin, and he sat up, seizing up the others. At first glance, he found it impossible to guess who held the best hand in winning that sort of bet, and he considered participating as well. After all, when chances were evenly matched, much would come down to luck and while he didn't consider himself the best swordsman, or even the best fighter, he never had reason to doubt his luck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>02-07-2017, 15:55:00</strong>
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				One of the servants hurried over with Kate's mead, and collected their orders for any food as well.<br><br>"Deal with issues such as this is the duty of any Musketeer." Imriel responded to Thomas's suggestion. "No additional reward is expected ... but I have no objections to a friendly wager, so long as it does not get in the way of important matters." He sliced a piece from the wheel of cheese that sat on the table and bit off a mouthful. <br><br>"Once we find the beast, I am confident of my skills in tackling it, whether that be with blade or musket, but tracking it may prove more troublesome. I am much more at home in a city than a forest." he said, with a slightly rueful smile. "Would any of you have the proper skills to help find it? If not, we may need to seek help at the village. I am sure that they would have someone who could do so."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-07-2017, 22:38:34</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Marsilia</strong>, Vodacce Roof-runner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265143.msg13087932#msg13087932)<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/10oikyb.jpg)</div><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Night // Woods --&gt; The Inn<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kate, Juliana, Genevieve, Isabela, and just about everyone else, too<br><hr><br>Yawning, stretching, and looking a touch more disheveled than usual, bearing tell-tale flush on her cheeks and a certain chipper look about her that spoke silent volumes about how little sleep she'd gotten, Marsi finally descended the stairs and made a beeline for Kate, crawling into the taller woman's lap and making herself comfy and cozy in a way that makes their association only too obvious.&nbsp; That such open display might cause comment never really seemed to register with the Vodacce lass.<br><br>"You and your hunting and your beasts," she complained good-naturedly.&nbsp; "And your wagers!&nbsp; I am never making another bet with you again, <em>Capitana</em>...not after the forfeits it got me last night!"&nbsp; She yawned again, shut her eyes, leaned into Kate for a moment.&nbsp; "Monster hunting!&nbsp; Faugh.&nbsp; Fine way to not make much profit, si?&nbsp; But maybe if we can sell the parts to a Hexxe or two?&nbsp; Mmmm.&nbsp; No, not a good idea..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>05-07-2017, 02:00:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/A099c61e24428cfee4fee43167068f37.jpg)</div><br>With breakfast concluded, the group set off, a couple of hours travel bringing them to the village the innkeeper had spoken of. The village did not seem much different to many others in the region, nestled on the bank of a small river, with cropfields spreading out to the surrounding forest. Perhaps half a mile from the road sat a fortified manor house, surrounded by a wall high enough to inconvenience anything short of a proper military force. Smoke curled up from a few chimneys, and a number of villagers could be seen working the fields, while a handful of children were noisily playing in the village square. <br><br>"What do you think?" Imriel asked, turning to look at the others. "Shall we call upon the lord of this manor then?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>05-07-2017, 15:10:56</strong>
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				Kate chewed her lip for a moment.&nbsp; She didn't want to involve the aristocracy in her business any more then absolutely necessary, but she already knew what Marsi would say.&nbsp; "I suppose it might be worth something to him as well.&nbsp; Maybe he'll offer us men or gold to help us get rid of the beast."<br><br>As they walked through the town, she grabbed an apple from a cart that clearly wasn't meant to be sold, flipped a copper coin the farmer's direction and continued on, her imposing form making its way confidently through the town.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RobHumph</strong> on <strong>05-07-2017, 16:54:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://pre06.deviantart.net/5975/th/pre/i/2013/258/8/2/the_musketeer_by_davidgalopimdesigns-d6mee32.jpg)</div><br>Thomas looked around the little community, and towards the fortified manor, inspecting some of the defences. Clearly the owner was worried about something more than just local peasants. <br><br>"It would also be unseemly and impolite to hunt on land that likely belongs to a member of the gentry." Thomas said, looking to the others. "Were we not to at least have their permission they could rightly claim we were poaching and that will never do." <br><br>Of course Thomas did not just have the hunt on mind as he looked over the manor. Lords and other members of the landed aristocracy were his bread and butter of clients, far more than the various nations armies. They would often pay well to train any local militia or the private soldiers some aristocrats still held throughout the world.<br><br>"Though I would imagine they would take more kindly to a Musketeer such as this fellow." He gestured to Imriel. "Than to foreigners." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>08-07-2017, 15:56:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/A099c61e24428cfee4fee43167068f37.jpg)</div><br>"I think once the situation were explained to him, he would be unlikely to object to our presence." replied Imriel, considering Thomas's words. He lowered his voice slightly before adding. "In addition, some can be very touchy about any perceived infringement upon their rights and dignity, as they see them. All in all, starting there is probably the best route to us." His glance around at the village seemed to indicate he would rather be looking into the matter there instead.<br><br>A few minutes walk brought them to the entrance way, a gateway that looked large enough to admit a cart, or more likely a carriage of some kind, that opened into a smallish courtyard. A pair of guards stood sentinel at the gate, and a handful of servants could be seen moving around beyond.<br><br>"My name is Imriel nó Montrève." he announced, giving them a small, polite bow. "Musketeer to his Imperial Majesty. Please convey my compliments to your Lord, and a request for a few moments of his time, at his convenience."<br><br>The two guards exchanged glances, one nodded, and the other hurried inside. "Please wait," said the remaining one, "And we will have his response for you shortly."<br><br>No more than a couple of minutes later, the guard returned, gesturing towards the manor house. "Please come this way." He led the way to the house, where a couple of servants were waiting with damp cloths to allow people to freshen up. This done, the group was led to a small sitting room on the first floor, where a servant offered goblets of wine for those so inclined. "The master will be along in a few minutes." he explained. "Please make yourself comfortable until then." he added before withdrawing.<br><br>The room was nicely furnished, one wall filled with bookshelves, scores of heavy looking tomes filling them. Light filtered in through the windows on the opposite wall, and a small balcony allowed one to step outside. A couple of bowls of grapes were sat on one of the low tables, and an ornate fireplace (currently unlit) dominated the wall opposite the door.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>09-07-2017, 21:26:09</strong>
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				The Short Samaritan women walk closely by the other side of Kate opposite Marsi. She patiently strolled to wait and see what&nbsp; Kate had in mind to fix the dilemma of the ship and the town plagued by beasts.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>12-07-2017, 02:32:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After a few minutes, a distinguished looking man entered the room. He looked to be in his early 50s, well dressed, though without the typical Montagne flamboyance. "Ladies. Gentlemen." he said, his accent distinctly not Montagne, probably Eisen, though softened somewhat. "My name is Ulrich Dohrmann, I am the master of this house. I am told that you wished to see me, on a matter of some importance perhaps?"<br><br>His gaze moved around the group, alighting on each individual, and a slight frown marred his brow. "What is it that brings you do my door?"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>12-07-2017, 13:33:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/3hgsLSS.jpg)</div>Malcyn had remained mostly quiet during their travel to the village, and during the decision to speak with the Lord of the Manor. He had trailed along, enjoying the little courtesies that were extended on the way. The entire dance of hospitality, formalities observed, and the pleasant waiting room reminded him of the life he'd had before he had chosen to travel. It was <em>nice</em>, and he had not realized how much he'd missed the luxury of a well stocked library, or bowls of fruit waiting to be nibbled on until now. He declined the wine and folded his hands behind his back, waiting patiently for the Master of the House to arrive.<br><br>When Dohrmann introduced himself, Malcyn bowed politely. Upon rising, he glanced towards Imriel, and decided to speak up. "The matter is urgent, my Lord, as you suspected," he said. "My name is Malcyn de Toraille, a physician at his Majesty's court, and since last night tending to a new patient, a local boy who has been attacked by some sort of animal. When we found the victim, the beast had already fled, and we believe it may attack again." <br><br>"That is why we are here. We thought it our priority to inform you, my Lord, and offer our assistance in the removal of this threat, if you'll allow it."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>14-07-2017, 16:49:36</strong>
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				Dohrmann frowned slightly as he listened to Malcyn's explanation for what had brought the odd seeming group here. "Tell me more about this attack." he invited, gesturing to Malcyn to continue. "I presume that you believe then the beast may be a danger to the village, and perhaps travelers on the road? What manner of animal is it? I have heard of both bears and wolves in the forest, though I have not personally laid eyes on any." <br><br>His hand rose to take in the bookshelves along the wall. "My own interests do not lie much in hunting, unless you consider the pursuit of knowledge to be such."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>14-07-2017, 19:02:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/3hgsLSS.jpg)</div>Malcyn's expression brightened. The Lord made it easy for him to talk, and the young physician's shyness eased. He even smiled when when Dohrmann mentioned his own type of hunt and his gaze followed the Lord's gesture, resting on the bookshelves for a long moment. "As an avid student, I learned that knowledge can be as elusive as any prey, my Lord," he replied truthfully, quite open in his interest regarding the indicated wealth of books. Perhaps, if they finished their hunt successfully, Dorhmann might let him browse those shelves.<br><br>But first, they'd have to catch the beast, and Malcyn recounted what little information he possessed. "It has learned that it can take men as prey, my Lord. That makes it dangerous for the village and travelers, both," he confirmed. "It had already fled when we arrived, and I can only go by the marks on its victim's body, which were unlike anything I've seen before. Larger than a hound, by far, but smaller than a bear." He glanced to the others for their input.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-07-2017, 23:53:43</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Marsilia</strong>, Vodacce Roof-runner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265143.msg13087932#msg13087932)<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/10oikyb.jpg)</div><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Night // Woods --&gt; The Inn<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kate, Juliana, Genevieve, Isabela, and just about everyone else, too<br><hr><br>Marsi, save for a few mildly glares at a certain Sarmatian around Captain Kate's ample curves, seemed determined to surprise her companions by restraining her usual exuberance and (more importantly) her tongue, allowing the doctor and the nobleman to discuss the unpleasant details even as she discretely cased the house...purely out of reflex, no doubt.&nbsp; Since this entire visit was technically on vital business she was not about to cause her <em>Bella Capitana</em> the additional inconvenience of making any sort of fuss until perhaps maybe much later.&nbsp; But when the older man mentioned his preference for books as prey and perhaps also treasure, she could not quite suppress an unhappy little sigh.&nbsp; Any golden gifts hereabouts would be tied up in texts or vouchsafed!&nbsp; No chance for a minor profit on the side...less so since she was supposedly reformed.<br><br>Tucking her thumbs into her belt and pouting a little, she shrugged and slipped out of the main room to go and wait outside, or perhaps to 'accidentally' meet one of the servants for a more discrete and candid question or two while the courtly Doctor finished up with the niceties of protocol.&nbsp; Even if this did leave La Bella Captiana to the perverse and grasping clutches of that Sarmatian madwoman, who would be even more&nbsp; annoying if she weren't so deliciously pneumatic!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>17-07-2017, 00:41:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/8b2c7708c935b2dd640cd4c17218ef5e.jpg)<br><br>The short Samaritan women looked&nbsp; &nbsp;between the Owner of the manor following the conversation and waiting to hear what would be&nbsp; decided to do about it. She&nbsp; subconsciously moved closer to Kate and caused there hands to accidentally brush up against each other. She continued to listen and watch as she thought to herself.<em>Will i be prove my sword arm strong enough to impress my dear Kate.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>21-07-2017, 04:42:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kate was thumbing quietly through a book she couldn't read while the pleasantries were exchanged.&nbsp; After a short period, she couldn't take the genteel discussion any longer and looked at the young nobleman, putting her hands on her hips and saying in her deepest brogue.&nbsp; <br><br>"We intend to find and kill the beast. As the noble of these lands, surely that duty belongs to you. Since we're here doing your job in your stead, we were hoping you could lend us some aid.&nbsp; Perhaps coin to pay your smallfolk to help move my ship from its sandtrap.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>23-07-2017, 19:41:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d1/Dohrmann.jpg)</div>Dohrmann's expression hardened as Kate spoke up, and he turned to face her. "A captain who has allowed their ship to run aground has no place lecturing anyone else on duty. I am quite aware of what duty requires of me, and had I been aware of this issue prior to now, I would have already taken steps."<br><br>He turned his attention back to Malcyn and continued. "I would be happy to accept your assistance in dealing with this matter, and I will offer what aid I can. I am unaware of any strangely large hounds, either in general or specific terms. Certainly none that could quickly pull down a man. A pack, certainly, or someone old or feeble, or perhaps caught unawares. Even so, there are easier prey. Discounting the creatures of the forest, there are some domestic breeds ... sheep, goats, even some cattle ... any of which would be easier to take."<br><br>He shook his head, frowning. "It is not that I do not believe you, but it seems an odd thing for an animal to be doing." He paused, stroking his chin in contemplation. "Unless perhaps it is sick and finds it too difficult to run down faster prey. I suppose that might account for an attack on a person."<br><br>&nbsp;* * * *<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6b/Anna-dohrmann.jpg)</div>Outside the door, Marsi's only company was a solid looking armsman standing close enough that they would be there if the lord of the manor required them. A noise from down the corridor drew her attention, but rather than an approaching housemaid or other servant, it was a young woman of an age perhaps close to herself, in well made but comfortable looking clothing, suitable for riding. She looked Marsi over as she came down the hallway, stopping a step or two short of her. "And who might you be?" she asked, "Someone here to speak with my uncle?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-07-2017, 20:37:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><strong>Marsilia</strong>, Vodacce Roof-runner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265143.msg13087932#msg13087932)<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/10oikyb.jpg)</div><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Morning, Chateau Dohrmann<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Hellooooo...<br><hr><br>Pouting with mild disappointment at finding nobody more useful immediately outside the door than the nobleman's dutiful guardsman, Marsi leaned against the far wall and crossed her arms, meaning to wait for all the hoity-toity speaking to finish so that she might ply her skills in a more useful fashion.&nbsp; Much as it annoyed her to leave that frail little Sarmatian at La Bella Captiana's hand, there was no denying the minx had a way with words that Marsi could not match, which made the annoying tramp more of an asset than a dozen of the finest roof-runners.&nbsp; But at least La Bella Capitana had yet to suggest inviting the blushing little noble into bed with them!<br><br>Her attention was drawn by the approach of a most tasty morsel, and the petite thief's eyes indulged in the open liberty of gazing appreciatively at the comely woman now closing.&nbsp; She remembered to look up into the woman's face, bold as brass and twice as forward, and grinned like a mischievous schoolgirl.<br><br>"Not I.&nbsp; My Captain has words with the lord of this house, leaving my humble self here to await her pleasure," her grin grew wider.&nbsp; "Or perhaps yours, were I at such loose ends.&nbsp; Marsilia of Vodacce, if it so please you.&nbsp; And who do I have the honor of meeting on such a morning?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>25-07-2017, 17:19:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/3hgsLSS.jpg)</div>"It does seem odd," he agreed. "Perhaps you are right, and this is a wounded animal. It might be slower, but I am not sure it'll be less dangerous?," Malcyn conceded, more out of a desire to keep the conversation congenial than out of conviction. The animal had fled too fast, in the young physician's opinion, to lend credit to the Lord's guess. Still, they had secured his cooperation and that had been their goal.<br><br>"I can only guess from the wounds on the victim's body. My experience with animals is limited," he confessed, "and the only hunts I participated in were at Court, organized by highly skilled hunt masters."<br><br>He smiled. "My companions are far more skilled at the hunt than I, and with your assistance and their expertise, I have good hopes we will succeed, my Lord. Do you perhaps employ a Master of the Hunt as well? Or any other who knows the forest, and who may help us further?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>28-07-2017, 15:27:59</strong>
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				Kate gave the Lordling a sneer.&nbsp; She wasn't the kind of woman to take such insults lightly, but she was smart enough to recognize that this wasn't her sort of battlefield.&nbsp; She turned Leja, and the anger was evident in her eyes.&nbsp; She silently implored the noblewoman to intervene on her behalf while she leaned against a bookshelf and continued to glare at the bookish fellow. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>30-07-2017, 15:24:06</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d1/Dohrmann.jpg)</div>Dohrmann nodded in agreement with Malcyn's words. "If anything, an injury might make it more dangerous, at least to any people around. If it is in pain, it will strike out more quickly. And frankly, people would not likely run as quickly as anything else it might hunt, making them seem a better choice."<br><br>He crossed to the window and looked out before turning back to the group. "As I said, I do not hunt, but there are a few in the village who do. Go to the village, the house on the west nearest the forest and ask for Ghislain. He is the most talented, that I know of. If anyone is better, he will be able to tell you so."<br><br>"You are welcome to stay here until this matter is done, of course." he added. "I will have rooms prepared, should you wish them."<br><br>&nbsp;* * * *<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6b/Anna-dohrmann.jpg)</div>"Anna Dohrmann." the young woman replied, returning Marsi's gaze. "Formerly of Starkbrunn, now resident of .." her hand rose and gestured around. "Oh, I suppose it's not so bad as all that. At least you're less likely to be eaten alive outside your own door."<br><br>"We don't tend to see very many visitors though. What brings you and your Captain here?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-07-2017, 19:42:32</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Marsilia</strong>, Vodacce Roof-runner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265143.msg13087932#msg13087932)<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/10oikyb.jpg)</div><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Morning, Chateau Dohrmann<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Hellooooo...<br><hr><br>An Eisenlander!&nbsp; Marsi's eyes twinkled and a quick flash of pink betrayed the tip of her tongue peeking out between her lips.&nbsp; Too bad this Anna was not a little taller and much blonder.<br><br>"Does not all of Theah vie to visit Montaigne for one reason or another," she asked teasingly.&nbsp; "Ah, but we are on business and happened to hear of a certain local problem.&nbsp; Being a generous soul and both brave and great of heart, La Bella Capitana could not turn a deaf ear to the situation and is here to discuss how best to be of aid."&nbsp; Another flash of tongue as her eyes drifted briefly from the young woman's face to examine her garb.&nbsp; "Alas, I have no talent for the pretty speeches and delicate dance of words and must await her pleasure out here where I can do less harm."<br><br>The tiny thief giggled.<br><br>"I am too forward for such discussions," she clarified.&nbsp; "I prefer to get on with matters.&nbsp; Which is why I am here, serving La Bella Capitana instead of running the rooftops back in Vodacce."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>31-07-2017, 13:57:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/3hgsLSS.jpg)</div>"Ghislain," he echoed, glancing towards Thomas, Kate and Imriel, who seemed better equipped to speak with a huntsman than he. He wasn't too certain of the woman in the Captain's company, but if the bold Captain liked her, surely she too would be a fine hunter? "I cannot speak for the others, but although I'd be very glad to accept your invitation, I will have to check in on the beast's victim at some time today. Depending on the state I find him in, I may not return until late, or even until tomorrow. If that is no trouble, then I'd be honored to enjoy your hospitality."<br><br>"Thank you, my Lord. We will keep you informed, of course, hopefully with good news." He bowed and withdrew towards the door, but did not leave until properly dismissed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RobHumph</strong> on <strong>01-08-2017, 12:57:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://pre06.deviantart.net/5975/th/pre/i/2013/258/8/2/the_musketeer_by_davidgalopimdesigns-d6mee32.jpg)</div><br>Thomas watches the various exchanges between the lord and Malcyn and Kate. "I should think people make for more dangerous prey than most about anything in these woods." He states, his voice for once the height of politeness rather than the usual idle disregard. "I'll grant our fellow man may be somewhat slower than other creatures, but nothing fights back quite like a fellow fearing for his life." That and men had this nasty habit of hunting down and exterminating any animals that directly threatened them, as the current party proved to a certain extent.<br><br>He nodded his thanks for the room and board offered though. "Most gracious of you, milord. And I imagine we shall be sure to visit this Ghislain soon."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>01-08-2017, 23:50:27</strong>
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				Kate nodded at the Lordling.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Alright.&nbsp; And in exchange for our assistance, you'll supply some men to help me move my ship, yes?&nbsp; Seems like a fair trade given that we're the ones risking life and limb with nothing to show for it." She offered the man her hand to shake should he accept her deal, giving him a crooked smile to show him that she had no animosity, only a gruff demeanor. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>03-08-2017, 23:48:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d1/Dohrmann.jpg)</div>Dohrmann listened as the conversation flowed around the room, before stepping forwards to take Kate's hand. "It is only right. If you are willing to risk yourself for my people here, then helping with your ship after is the least we can do."<br><br>Releasing it, he turned to Thomas. "You are both right and wrong mein herr. People are dangerous, certainly, but some moreso than others." His hand flicked towards Thomas's sword belt. "Contrast that to a small child gathering mushrooms in the woods, or a farmer hoeing their crops. Taken by surprise, do you think they would be able to fight off a wolf or bear? My people are, for the main part, farmers. We have a few hunters, and a few men trained to the sword. Them I would rate against a beast, but a farmer less so."<br><br>Lastly he turned to Malcyn. "If you do not have a horse, I can offer you the loan of one from my stables. That should speed your journey, and keep you safer, I hope."<br><br>&nbsp;* * * *<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6b/Anna-dohrmann.jpg)</div>"Any Montaigne would certainly tell you as much." Anna agreed with Marsi's words, laughing. "But what is this problem that has you here? The woods can be strange at times, and there are stories in plenty about stranger happenings, but I've not seen anything that would be considered a real problem." Unspoken, <em>not compared to in Eisen</em> seemed to hang in the air. "There was a merchant through a few days ago made some talk of bandits. Is that it? Are you here to hunt down some wolfsheads?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>05-08-2017, 19:40:30</strong>
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				Kate smiled at the lad with a smile, much more agreeable now that she'd gotten some sort of concession for her trouble.&nbsp; "Alright, then I will happily take you up on on your offer of a room."&nbsp; She nodded to her fellow travellers and made her retreat from the library.&nbsp; &nbsp;She shut the door behind her on the way out, and smiled at Marsi as she came into the hallway.&nbsp; "Ah, Marsi, found a friend I see."&nbsp; She put her hand on Marsi's neck, giving the bottom of her skull a small caress, letting her fingers brush the small hairs on the Vodaccean girl's neck.&nbsp; <br><br>She changed her glance to the stranger and offered her a smile as well.&nbsp; "Well, hello there.&nbsp; Who is your bonny friend, here Marsi?"&nbsp; She says, giving Anna a wolfish grin as she looks into her eyes with a predatory gleam
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>07-08-2017, 22:35:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/3hgsLSS.jpg)</div>The young physician smiled, not quite so well versed in disguising his feelings that he could hide his relief. "Thank you, my Lord. That is most generous." It was more than merely generous; the offer lifted a weight of Malcyn's shoulders. <br><br>"Should I ride back now?" he asked, turning to Imriel, who had been silent. "Or wait till tonight?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>11-08-2017, 01:14:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6b/Anna-dohrmann.jpg)</div>"Anna Dohrman. You've already met my uncle" the woman replies, nodding towards the doorway, and looking over the rest of the group that she can see. "I presume that you must be the Captain that Marsilia spoke of? Did I hear correctly that you will be staying with us for a time? Perhaps you will have some stories to share? I do enjoy hearing tales of other places."<br><br>&nbsp;* * * * *<br><br>"Far be it from me to advise a doctor on the care of their patient." Imriel said easily. "If you think that they will be well enough to wait on this evening, I don't see the need to rush off. We may be able to find something in the woods around here, and if something instead finds us, having a physician nearby might prove more than fortunate."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>12-08-2017, 19:15:11</strong>
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				"Your uncle eh?"&nbsp; Kate said with a raised eyebrow.&nbsp; "I would have minded my manners more maybe had I known he had such lovely kin."&nbsp; She said with a purr to her highland brogue.&nbsp; "Indeed, Captain Nic Dowell, of Black Dog, at your services, my lady."&nbsp; She reached out and took Anna's hand as if she was some lordly gentle and kissed her wrist.&nbsp; "And indeed, I have many stories to tell such a lovely lass."&nbsp; She smiled and stood up straight.&nbsp; <br><br>"Marsi here is a member of crew.&nbsp; An indespensible one at that."&nbsp; She put her hand on the girl's shoulders.&nbsp; "She's very, very good with her hands."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-08-2017, 20:18:41</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Marsilia</strong>, Vodacce Roof-runner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265143.msg13087932#msg13087932)<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/10oikyb.jpg)</div><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Morning, Chateau Dohrmann<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Hellooooo...<br><hr><br>Snuggling up to La Bella Capitana's side in a manner that would strike most onlookers as rather feline in nature, Marsi leans her head into the tall, strong Highlander's touch, eyes fluttering closed and a flash of pink betraying her tongue peeking through smiling lips.<br><br>"She discovered me lurking about here in the hall," she giggled.&nbsp; "How could I not at least offer my hand in friendship by way of repaying the hospitality of the estate?"<br><br>Then she sighed, shook herself, stood clear again and looked up at Kate.&nbsp; Her voice shifted as well, becoming less playful as she discretely asked after Kate's next orders.<br><br>"The others, they are discussing the finer details of the affair and freeing you to pursue your other interests?&nbsp; Or am I called directly to some new function?&nbsp; Not that I would turn down an opportunity to trade stories with Mistress Dohrman."<br><br>Marsi being polite?&nbsp; Ah.&nbsp; Of course.&nbsp; She didn't want to say anything immediately scandalous where the servants might overhear and interfere with something along those lines. That, at least, would likely be Kate's hope for the situation!&nbsp; The petite troublemaker was probably already undressing Anna in the privacy of her mind.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>15-08-2017, 01:21:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6b/Anna-dohrmann.jpg)</div><br>"I'm sure that we will have plenty of opportunity for stories." Anna said, looking around the group. "Eisen is full of stories to send a shiver through the stoutest heart, told around a roaring fire, with a glass of something strong to fortify the nerves." Her lips twisted into a thin smile. "Some say they can <em>only</em> be stories, but we ... we know better. When the night is dark, the moon is full, the fog rolls in ... we know what are stories. And what are <em>stories.</em>" Her eyes gleamed as her voice dropped into almost a whisper. <br><br>She drew a deep breath before she continued. "If my uncle has a few glasses, perhaps he will share a story or two with you. My father would have ... but he is longer the man he once was." She paused for a moment before continuing. "And some stories, they need to be heard, and remembered."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>17-08-2017, 00:18:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/3hgsLSS.jpg)</div>"He should be on the mend," Malcyn frowned, uneasy at being away from his responsibilities for too long. And yet, the musketeer made a valid point; his skills could be needed here. It seemed best to trust in the kind care the stable boy was given back at the Inn. "I better be off. My Lord, thank you again." The young physician bowed to Dohrman and headed out, stopped in his tracks once out the door by the gathering there. "I hope the wait wasn't for me?" he said, his tone apologetic. "If it was, I'm ready now." He smiled towards the lady he was not familiar with, bowing his head politely. "Madame," he greeted, not pushing for introductions at this moment, to keep from interrupting the conversations.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>18-08-2017, 02:32:50</strong>
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				"Well, it's about time we added one more Scéal to to our chronicle."&nbsp; She said with a confident smile and dazzling teeth. "I have just one question for you, my beauty."&nbsp; She said looking to Anne, "Shall we bring the creatures head back so that your uncle can mount it on his wall?"<br><br>She adjusted the claymore on her back, and looked to the others to make sure they were ready to leave as well. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>22-08-2017, 02:58:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6b/Anna-dohrmann.jpg)</div><br>"Just come back with your own head still attached." Anna replied. "We have seen beasts enough to last a lifetime, and there are no hexen in this house." Her finger rose imperiously as she spoke, her gaze intent. "If this is something that has strayed over the border, then do not treat it lightly. It may be no simple animal, and steel may not bite it as well as you might hope. I have seen horrors fight on with a dozen spears through them, or an arm taken off."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>26-08-2017, 14:04:27</strong>
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				Kate brashly put her hand on Anna's chin, and held her still for a kiss on the lips.&nbsp; "I promise you.&nbsp; There will be no beast that need worry ya by the end of this.&nbsp; My crew an' I will make sure of that."&nbsp; She gave the girl a smile and turned to face the others.<br><br>"Everyone ready to track this bugger down?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>03-09-2017, 19:00:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6b/Anna-dohrmann.jpg)</div><br>Anna chuckled at Kate's brash manner, sliding back before the kiss could land. "Be careful you do not bite off more than you can chew. Or that something else does not bite bits off you. I will see you for dinner." She nodded to the group and walked off again.<br><br>With no dissenting voices, the group made their way out of the manor house and into the village itself. It did not appear overly busy, a few young children running lose and playing and a handful of adults going about their business. More could be seen in the fields beyond, older children and adults both. Directions can be found, if needed, for Ghislain's house, and it is a matter of only a few minutes walk. <br><br>The house itself looks little different to any of the others in the village, well made for the main, though the thatch is starting to show signs of needing replacing. The door in front of you is shut, but sounds of singing drift from what sounds like the rear of the house, or perhaps out the back of it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-09-2017, 19:35:37</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Marsilia</strong>, Vodacce Roof-runner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265143.msg13087932#msg13087932)<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/10oikyb.jpg)</div><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Morning, Chateau Dohrmann<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Hellooooo...<br><hr><br>Black eyes narrow as Kate leans in to bestow a kiss on the damsel of the house, easing up as the young Eisenlander dodges the tall red-head's forward gesture...only to be replaced by a momentary pout of frustration.<br><br>"Through the woods. After a monstrous beast that knows them.&nbsp; Pah!&nbsp; I'd rather be hunting Verdugo's lapdogs through the poor quarters of Rinascita."<br><br>The tiny Vodacce woman looks profoundly unhappy with this situation, but that's about to be expected given her earlier complaints about the forest.&nbsp; Whatever her misgivings, she falls in with the others and takes up a position from which she might most handily spring to Captain Kate's support should a sudden ambush erupt.&nbsp; Not that such is at all likely in such a peaceful place.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>03-09-2017, 20:24:43</strong>
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				Kate took the rejection in stride, saying with a raised eyebrow.&nbsp; "I happen to like bites."&nbsp; She says to the woman. <br><br>As they head into the village, she noticed Marsi's pout and puts her arm across her shoulder. "Cheer up, lass.&nbsp; Soon enough we will be back on my boat and onto the next adventure.&nbsp; I don't like being landlocked any more than you do." <br><br>She gives her a quick slap on the ass when they reach their destination and goes to knock on the door. "Oy!"&nbsp; She shouts and then knocks again, hoping that the resident can hear them over his own singing.&nbsp; <br><br>When he answers the door, she is standing with all the swagger she can muster.&nbsp; "Ahoy. I'm Kate, this little lass is Marsi.&nbsp; We're the crew of the Black Dog.&nbsp; And these are our companions, Maclyn and Thomas."&nbsp; She says nodding to the others.&nbsp; "We've come here looking for your help."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>08-09-2017, 13:41:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/3hgsLSS.jpg)</div>"That's someone in a good mood," Malcyn comments, sounding amused. Unlike Marsi, he seems to have little attention for ambushes, or danger otherwise, but seems more interested in the village, and the Ghislain's home. The house appears well made, like most of the houses they'd passed, and the young healer tags up another point in Lord Dohrman's favour. The state of the village, and its citizens tells much about the local Lord's disposition, and so far, Malcyn liked what he saw. <br><br>When Kate mentioned his name, he merely inclined his head but didn't attempt to join the conversation. Although he was no stranger to hunting parties at court where hunt masters ensured the well being and success of all, he was only too aware that the others held far more experience than he.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>12-09-2017, 16:59:38</strong>
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				"Hello yourself." The voice comes from the side of the house, where a shirtless man with an axe appears. Walking forwards, his head turns to take in each of the group, and his brow furrows slightly in puzzlement as to why such as disparate group has appeared at his door.<br><br>"What can I do for you?" he asks, opening the door, and gesturing for everyone to follow him inside. A handful of chairs sit around a wooden table, a larger and more comfortable one by the fireplace. He disappears through a door, returning a few moments later pulling a shirt on and tucking it into his pants. He crosses over to the table, pouring himself a mug of something from a pitcher that was set on it, and leans against the table, waiting to hear what everyone has to say.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>20-09-2017, 09:19:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/3hgsLSS.jpg)</div>The young physician had contained himself until they were well and truly inside, reminding himself that the others held experience superior to his own, but seeing the man disappear stirred him into action. When Ghislain returned, Malcyn waited impatiently until he'd dressed and taken up his coffee mug, but once he seemed settled in, the junior of the group opened his mouth. "We need help tracking a beast," he blurted out. "It attacked a boy last night." Considering the stable boy wasn't that much younger than himself, that statement might be perceived as odd, arrogant even, but Malcyn had a habit of ignoring his age whenever his profession was involved. "It left its prey and ran into the woods before we could get a good look at it, but we found tracks. It's pretty big."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>22-09-2017, 14:34:13</strong>
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				Kate nodded in agreement.&nbsp; "We're going to go find the beast, and mount it's head.&nbsp; &nbsp;We already have the support of your lord."&nbsp; <br><br>She with her tartan at the table, "An' frankly, I think we've been too much talkin' and not enough hunting.&nbsp; So we need you to help direct us to where we need to go so we can find the beast and kill it once and for all!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-09-2017, 22:01:47</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Marsilia</strong>, Vodacce Roof-runner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265143.msg13087932#msg13087932)<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/10oikyb.jpg)</div><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Morning<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Bored nao!<br><hr><br>Marsi brightened up at Kate's suggestion.&nbsp; Direct action was far more to her liking in any case.&nbsp; This business of sitting around talking to people...well, it was their grounds, their lands, their forest.&nbsp; They would surely have vital information, yes?&nbsp; But the point was, the essential matter was, to go a-hunting, and so long as she had to deal with this cold and rural land with strange creatures running amok in tangled woods, she would at least feel better if allowed to stretch her tiny legs a bit.<br><br>Not that she was about to interrupt the conversations around her, of course, because that might make La Bella Captiana cross with her, and if La Bella Capitana got cross, then Marsi would not get what she wanted later.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>25-09-2017, 02:20:30</strong>
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				Filling Ghislain in on the nature of the quest, and what scant information you already had, did not take too long. When all was said, he rose, nodding. "Just give me a few moments." He retreated to another room in the house, coming back a few minutes later, dressed for the hunt. A quiver of arrows sat on one hip, a large knife on the other, and a short bow strung in his hand.<br><br>He led the way into the forest, stopping at the edge of the trees. From a pouch he took a measure of tobacco, which he reverently buried, scraping a shallow hole with his knife before covering it over. "For the King of the Forest." he said. "You understand, yes?"<br><br>Tracking was not the quickest of tasks, and hour after hour passed by as Ghislain led the way out from the village, sweeping back and forth in the hope of catching some trace of the mysterious beast. The sun made it's way across the sky, and the shadows lengthened, the forest slowly darkening.<br><br>"What do you wish to do?" Ghislain asked at length, gesturing towards the westward sun. "Do we stay and camp out, or do we return to the village and begin again in the morning? I smell rain coming, and I do not think the night will be a pleasant one."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Flashing Blades - The Beast of Lock Horn Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>25-09-2017, 09:50:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/3hgsLSS.jpg)</div>Although he was in excellent shape, for a court physician, Malcyn wasn't used to this many hours of trekking through a forest in search of a prey, and by the time Ghislain suggested an end to the search, he mopped the sweat from his brow and looked towards the setting sun. "I don't mind the rain but I should head back. My day isn't finished yet. I'll need to ride to the Inn first. I need to check on a patient there." Having left the boy alone as long as he had didn't sit well with him, but he knew he'd have been equally anxious to let this group hunt without him. He'd never forgive himself if they'd run into trouble and needed a physician while he was safe in the Inn. At least the boy should be safe and comfortable in his room. "If he's awake, he may be able to tell us more about the beast," he added, looking from one to the other in hopes of finding support for his plan to return to the village, or the rooms Lord Dohrman had offered.<br><br>"Lord Dohrman has offered me the use of a horse, but if he can spare another I wouldn't mind company?" A thought struck him, and he looked back to Ghislain. "Or can you point me in the right direction? If I walk from here, can I make it to the Inn before dark?"
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