Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KeyAndLocke</strong> on <strong>12-12-2016, 00:48:29</strong>
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				Gundren Rockseeker is a mining dwarf. He knows everything there is to know about mining. He has a sixth sense for the location of valuable minerals, he can take twigs and mud and reinforce a mineshaft half a mile deep with it, and his pick digs deep with every strike against the rock. Recently, he's come into possession of a map, allegedly leading to the famous lost mines of Phandelver, overflowing with valuable minerals. He's set out with towards the town ahead of his supply wagon along with his trusted friend and ally Sildar Hallwinter, with the wagon of supplies following behind, protected by something like eight or nine people, who vary from "scary gladiatrix with long history of bloody arena combat" to "foppish bard who may not have ever once been in a fight in his entire life." And that range is for just the bards in the party.<br><br>The party now trundles alongside the wagon full of supplies on their way to Phandolin from Neverwinter, for what will undoubtedly be a completely uneventful and routine caravan trip during which there will not be any ambushes or natural hazards whatsoever.<br><br>(http://i.imgur.com/iKmxpsJ.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>14-12-2016, 04:13:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/5e/b2/01/5eb2019f0139d90a71b2a9a9d65797e6.jpg)</div><strong>Beatrix Ælegis</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1031352)<br><br>Out of the walls of Neverwinter felt weird. The scanty clad gladiatrix would rather be fighting in the arena right now than in the way of some old mines but the pay was good she couldn't complain at all. It had been quite a peaceful travel so far so it felt a bit strange for Beatrix that the group was this big making her wonder if this Rockseeker dwarf really expected some kind of trouble in the way.<br><br>But it didn't make any sense to worry on something that had not happened yet and that could not even happen at all so she&nbsp; had another stare at the group traveling with her. She didn't any of them or their motivations to take on this job so she decided to get to know them a little better. Flirtatiously swaying her hips she slowly approached closer to whoever happened to be looking at her at that moment.
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				Post by: <strong>LuckyLukin</strong> on <strong>14-12-2016, 05:57:43</strong>
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				There's always something going on along the High Road. At this point there was a caravan that was stocking up on guards. The forest had its appeal but the creatures could only provide so much company. Iefyr gave a small prayer to Sylvanis, the High Road was entirely different than the forest that he had spent his hundered and five years in. It was time to explore more of the world. <br><br>He looked around at the other caravan guards with a bit of hesitation not knowing what they would bring to the troupe. Instead he focused on watching the road.<br><strong>"Are you expecting much trouble?"</strong> It was a fairly standard question but would serve the purpose starting a conversation and gauging his companions.<br><br>He looked to the skies and whispered <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">"Cad a dhéanann tú a shealbhú dúinn?"</div><div class="spoiler_body">"What do you hold for us?" incantation for Druidcraft using the weather-prediction effect.<br></div></div>
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				Post by: <strong>Wveth</strong> on <strong>14-12-2016, 20:30:39</strong>
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				Mya was whistling softly to herself, contemplating the oddness of walking along the high road. Like the gladiatrix who was approaching her, she didn't usually leave the walls of Neverwinter. Normally she'd be content to rob and steal her way to a bigger pouch of coin, but it had been a dry month. It was mistake after mistake for her lately, and she was lucky she hadn't been caught and hanged. So when she saw the posting for this particular job, it was hard to pass up. It was a good bit of money, and it give her a chance to meet this obviously wealthy little dwarf. Maybe she could steal from him later. But she really wouldn't if she liked him. She might try to persuade him to part with a little more than he was going to, though...<br><br>What she didn't know was that she'd be meeting all sorts of interesting people. The other elf seemed to be speaking to Gundren, but then he whispered that little incantation, prompting Mya to ask, "Who're you talking to?"<br><br>She turned to Beatrix and grinned a bit. "Hi there. You look like you're from the arena!" she said with a perky, curious tone.
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				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>15-12-2016, 00:16:11</strong>
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				Jason kept up the caravan easily; having joined up for mutual protection since he was going the same way. For him, it was time to get out of Neverwinter; the guards and law enforcement was getting too wary of him and he couldn't even find a place to relax anymore. It had been time to move right along and while his goal was not Phandalin; it was close enough that he could make his way from there.&nbsp; He was dressed in dark blue, black and deepest purple clothing with a cloak drawn about him with the hood down. Not to hide his face; but to keep the glare out of his eyes, reddened from a night of drinking before. He'd already gotten rid of the worst of his hangover but that stout dwarven ale always left him a bit bleary the next day.&nbsp; <br><br>He muttered to himself, having no opinion of the rest of the group. He was, however, watching them closely trying to figure out their vocations and skills.&nbsp; Eventually he pulled his hood away with a tanned ochre-colored hand tipped in short black claws with small bits of matching scaling along the back of his hand. His bloodline ran strong in him and despite being a half-elf; he still bore many minor draconic traits.&nbsp; <br><br>Jason kept slightly behind the ground but matched their pace, why? Because if they got ambushed he wouldn't be right in the thick of it immediately. 
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				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>15-12-2016, 04:52:01</strong>
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				The forest was his home, a place of refuge and peace. Varian Althurin was a scout of several mercenary groups before deciding to strike out on his own, a chance to break away from the orderly requirements of discipline and professionalism of a military unit. Now, he walked alongside the caravan with his bow out resting on his shoulder, the half-elf considered his surroundings, wondering if this would simply be a mundane escort task, or if it would lead to something greater. The quiet half-elf spoke little, preferring to let his actions do the talking. Not that he would shy away from voicing his views, but Varian was hardly the talkative one.<br><br>All he wanted was to be done with this lucrative work, and return to the tavern board. Surely the fates would have something more for him? Not that Varian would complain, but it does feel good to be used in something greater from time to time. It was the pride of an adventurer, despite the misgivings of many who assumed him to be a troublemaker even before he could explain himself, that he'd be one who dislikes evil, but hate being bound by the tenets of good.<br><br>However, it remained a mystery to Varian, for when does one reach the line?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KeyAndLocke</strong> on <strong>15-12-2016, 09:24:20</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259986.msg12840352#msg12840352">Quote from: LuckyLukin on 14-12-2016, 05:57:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He looked to the skies and whispered <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">"Cad a dhéanann tú a shealbhú dúinn?"</div><div class="spoiler_body">"What do you hold for us?" incantation for Druidcraft using the weather-prediction effect.<br></div></div></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>A bright yellow orb appears in front of Iefyr and floats up above his head before setting behind it, then winks out of existence.
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				Post by: <strong>LuckyLukin</strong> on <strong>16-12-2016, 04:00:29</strong>
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				<strong>"It looks like we won't have to worry about rain or any other trouble with the weather."</strong> Iefyr announced. <br><br>He looked at Mya and smiled. <br><strong>"Just asking the sky what we've got ahead of us. You didn't think I knew just the one spell, did you?"</strong> He jibed at the city elf.<br><br><strong>"What would you normally be worried about on the road here? I know I've seen wolves once or twice in the forest, but they usually keep away from people unless they've been unable to catch anything for several days and are really desperate."</strong> He explained and readjusted the shield on his back.
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				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>17-12-2016, 00:03:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/5e/b2/01/5eb2019f0139d90a71b2a9a9d65797e6.jpg)</div><strong>Beatrix Ælegis</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1031352)<br><br>Swaying her way to Mya the charismatic human female joined her side and offered her hand as carefully stared at her thoroughly.<br><br>"Hi I usually spar at the arena yes" she said giggling. Actually she was from Neverwinter's militia but being a hired sword was by far a better way of living so there she was and it probably was not a good idea saying she was guard as judging by the looks of the nimble elf Beatrix thought she was some kind of rogue.<br><br>"... are you from the city too?" Beatrix inquired friendly as it seemed to her that some of the people here joined after leaving the gates behind them. Not that this was really too important but if she was going to know this people why not ask where they were coming from? Even if there was no troubles at all during this job she could end making up good and lasting friendship here.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>18-12-2016, 20:00:39</strong>
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				[<strong>Morgan</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1028609)]<br><br>Morgan sat up with a yawn from her place at the back of the wagon. It wasn't a wordsmith's place to use her legs to get around unless she really had to after all. The petite tiefling stretched her long limbs, letting her legs swing over the backend to dangle in a careless manner as she rubbed her stark blue eyes.<br><br>"You cause such a racket that I can't sleep<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I wish that I could slumber, 'stead I weep..."<br><br>A smirk curved her lips as she pulled the long flow of her jet black hair back to tie it into a bun. Out of them all she was perhaps the most physically striking. It wasn't so much for her beauty or her forms however, being on the better side of average but rather slim and of few curves, but rather her stark red skin, long back-swept horns and slithering tail. Tieflings sure had a talent for sticking out like a sore thumb, but Morgan had taken it to a whole new level, sporting rather garish colored clothes which sort of popped out of any background she stood against. It was very important after all, to be seen, being an entertainer and all. And as such, once she was sure she was at least partially presentable she picked up her lute and gave it a few strums.<br><br>"Gather 'round you of little expertise<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I shall tell you of these lands and further<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;what variety of creatures dwell in it.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;So listen well or else wear a <em>fool's cap</em>..."
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				Post by: <strong>Wveth</strong> on <strong>19-12-2016, 02:31:19</strong>
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				"You look like you're strong," Mya said with a nod. "I do come from the city, yeah!" Mya glanced over at Iefyr and beamed suddenly: "Oh, Iefyr, that's you! I thought I recognized you but I wasn't sure!" She grabbed Beatrix's hand, tugging her over closer to the other elf. "Beatrix, this is my friend Iefyr! We met... a while ago!" She blushed faintly and grinned a bit. "Quite a while ago, I think. He doesn't live in the city."<br><br>Mya felt elated to introduce people around like this. She already felt a lot better about going on this little job, and started humming along with the tiefling bard's music.
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				Post by: <strong>The Jackal</strong> on <strong>19-12-2016, 10:56:35</strong>
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				<strong>Mival Stormwind</strong><br>&nbsp;(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1028239)<br>Being outside of Neverwinter for the first time brings mixed emotions of wonder, excitement, and fear of the unknown.&nbsp; Hearing about the High Road, and the surrounding forest, is the world away from experiencing it.&nbsp; Mival with no real guard duty experience is doing his best to keep an eye out for anything hostile to the caravan.<br><br>Focused on the task at hand Mival barely notices members of the caravan converging on one point.&nbsp; What does draw him toward the group is the sight of a yellow orb flying into the air, and the tiefling playing her lute.
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				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>19-12-2016, 16:21:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/5e/b2/01/5eb2019f0139d90a71b2a9a9d65797e6.jpg)</div><strong>Beatrix Ælegis</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1031352)<br><br>Letting herself be dragged by the cute elf Beatrix met Mya's friend, the elf who predicted the weather an instant ago. He didn't look like a druid though making the human gladiatrix curious about him. "Hi Iefyr, nice to meet you", Beatrix couldn't help noticing Mya's blushing then and suggestively grinned discretely looking at her and then at him wondering how 'close' their friendship actually was.<br><br>But the fair skinned human pondering wouldn't last long as they were not all stranger as she first thought, Morgan an old friend of her suddenly appeared from inside of the wagon, it had been quite a while she hadn't saw her and it sure was a pleasant surprise to find her here. "Hey Mya, Iefyr, I'd like to introduce you a friend of mine too", leading the elves Beatrix swayed her way to the red skinned bard while taking out her flute and joining her tiefling friend performance.
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				Post by: <strong>LuckyLukin</strong> on <strong>19-12-2016, 19:04:13</strong>
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				Iefyr smiled at the sign of recognition from Mya. He raised an eyebrow at the hasty introduction. He wasn't sure if that was how humans handled these things so he gave a bow but never let his eyes leave Beatrix's. <br><strong>"Well met miss. I assume you are one of the caravan escorts, at least if one was to judge from your gear."</strong> He said rising from his bow.&nbsp; He didn't miss the look passing between the two and gave a small grin.<br><br>When the singing started up he gave a glance, turned away, and did a double take.<br>It took him a second to find his voice. <br><strong>"And that seems to be the entertainment..."</strong> his voice was half amused, half amazed.&nbsp; He had never seen a tiefling before. When Beatrix said she knew the woman Iefyr followed to make introductions.&nbsp; Instead there was now a show being put on. <br><br><strong>"Hmm... if the singing keeps up it will at least keep most animals from crossing our paths." </strong> He said aloud. <br><br>Then he turned to Mya.<br><strong>"How far around us do you think will be game free?"</strong> He asked, jokingly referring to the first time they met. 
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				Post by: <strong>Wveth</strong> on <strong>19-12-2016, 21:16:01</strong>
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				"Depends on how long they sing for!" Mya said with a giggle, looking up at the halfling girl and tilting her head. "I love music!" she exclaimed, starting to hum along with the little bit of the music. She always liked halflings and thought they were quite fascinating. What was equally fascinating was the way Beatrix walked, that little sway making her butt move hypnotically. "You gotta show me how to do that," she said quietly.<br><br>"I think Beatrix here is gonna be like, the hero of the story," she said, tapping her chin in thought. "Because she looks strong and beautiful. And then..." she looked around at everyone else. She pointed at Jason, and then Mival. "They could be too. But not that guy behind us. Heroes are in front!"
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				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>19-12-2016, 21:42:19</strong>
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				Jason heard what they were saying over the bard's lute playing and rubbed his forehead and sped up the pace to draw closer to join. "Heroes in front? Maybe those heroes that WANT to get ambushed by gods-know-what." He commented, pulling his hood up again to muffle the bard's playing. He hated bards after a night of drinking with his dwarven buddies in Neverwinter; they never knew when to shut up and let people nurse their headaches/hangovers in peace.&nbsp; But he did have to admit she had a good voice at least and it didn't make him feel worse.&nbsp; <br><br>He paid zero attention to the way Beatrix walked though, thinking it was purely for show and anyone approaching her would likely find out how hard she could hit someone. "I hope it's not too long." he muttered.
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				Post by: <strong>Wveth</strong> on <strong>19-12-2016, 22:18:20</strong>
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				"But you rely on us being all up here! If a bunch of us came down where you are, then that'd be the group to get ambushed instead!" Mya called out to Jason behind them, smirking a bit.
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				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>19-12-2016, 22:24:43</strong>
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				"If we were going to get ambushed, they'd have jumped up the moment he caravan was halfway past them." Jason countered Mya with.&nbsp; "Less time to react, less space to cross to the goods." He added with a mutter.
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				Post by: <strong>Wveth</strong> on <strong>19-12-2016, 22:29:36</strong>
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				"Nah, killing the guards is more impor-" she stopped herself, her eyes widening. "I mean... yeah, you're probably right." She cleared her throat and told her new friends, "I'm gonna go say hi to him."<br><br>And so she did, skipping along behind the caravan to where Jason was. Closer up she could see his face under his head. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "You look terrible! You're not sick, are you?"
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				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>19-12-2016, 22:38:57</strong>
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				He tried to smirk at her a little. "Horribly." He commented, but obviously didn't mean it. He had the redness to his eyes that marked someone that may've had a bit too much drink the night before.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I'll be fine though." Jason replied.&nbsp; "Nothing I haven't dealt with before." Up close like that, Mya could see the crossbow had had slung over his back that he'd been able to conceal up to that point by having it hang a little low so the hood and cloak he had on would conceal it.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Wveth</strong> on <strong>19-12-2016, 22:43:49</strong>
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				"Oh, you had a bit too much to drink last night?" she asked with a big grin. "I do that sometimes. I managed to be a good girl last night though." She paused. "I mean, when it comes to drinking at least." Her trained eyes, often unnoticed beneath her friendly and ditzy demeanor, spied his crossbow, and his cloak, and his half-elf-ness.<br><br>"So what do you do? I mean, for guarding the caravan? I'm good with a regular bow and like, shortswords and stuff." She nodded, adjusting her pack on her shoulder.<br><br>((OOC: is it bad form to have big conversations in the main thread between just two characters? I honestly don't know, never done this before xD))
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				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>19-12-2016, 22:54:07</strong>
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				(OOC: as long as it isn't upsetting anyone else, or slowing progress toward the story it's just fine. As I understand it.)<br><br>Jason just chuckled a little. "Everyone's had a wild night before. But yeah I had a bit much, it's hard to outdrink dwarves. I shouldn't have tried" He joked a bit and looked her over for a moment. "I'm pretty good with the crossbow." He said. "But that's largely it, I'm just along for mutual protection since the endpoint of the caravan is close to where I'm actually going." He explained with a shrug.
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				Post by: <strong>Wveth</strong> on <strong>19-12-2016, 22:59:54</strong>
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				"Ooohh, okay. Well good luck!" She beamed a friendly smile his way, brushing some of her short brown bangs off her forehead. Her hair was very messy and boyishly short; it didn't look like she'd bothered to comb it. She sniffed her freckled nose, scrunching it up. "I'm Mya, by the way." She held out her hand. "Nice to meet you!"
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				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>19-12-2016, 23:13:10</strong>
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				"Jason." He replied, grasping her forearm instead of her hand typical for someone who dealt with criminals; testing for hidden daggers or the like.&nbsp; He was exceptionally handsome with his black hair pulled up in a rough/loose ponytail with the light gleaming off or one of the jade earrings he was wearing.&nbsp; "Well sorry if you still pick up the booze smell." he said indifferently, spotting her scrunching nose.
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				Post by: <strong>Wveth</strong> on <strong>19-12-2016, 23:17:45</strong>
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				She was used to that handshake and it showed, just before she thought to hide it. But ah, it probably just made her seem a bit more worldly. "Don't worry, I'm used to smelling booze. I'm not exactly from the wealthy part of town, y'know?" She looked up at him and scratched her button nose. "And uh, people tend to drink a lot down where I live. Inside the taverns and out!" She snickered. "I'm probably one of the better smelling people in the area, since I have a bath in my house."
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				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>19-12-2016, 23:49:48</strong>
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				"I wouldn't know. I can't recall having stayed too much in that area of the city." Jason said and glanced about.&nbsp; He paid close attention to how she behaved and sensed that there was more to her than the happy-go-lucky persona she was putting out. Her admission of being from the rougher side of town had confirmed it.&nbsp; "So what brings you out here then? Money? Chance to get out of the city?"
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				Post by: <strong>Wveth</strong> on <strong>19-12-2016, 23:51:32</strong>
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				"Both!" she said quickly. "Money's always tight, but this pays pretty well and got me a chance to get some fresh air and do some travelling..." She smiled and turned on her heels, putting her hands behind her head. "Last time I was out of the walls, well..." She blushed and glanced in Iefyr's direction quickly. "I had a lot of fun, so I thought this would be fun too!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>20-12-2016, 00:01:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason looked past her to Iefyr and perked a brow. "Oh Well at least you're having fun." He commented and thought for a moment.&nbsp; "Traveling is always good, seeing new things-and procuring them is always something to keep life interesting. He was careful not to admit any wrong-doings on his part but also leave some implication that he understood that motivation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wveth</strong> on <strong>20-12-2016, 00:16:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well if we get paid as much as we're supposed to, we shouldn't have to... <em>procure</em> anything!" she said, and winked stealthily at him. "Let's not get greedy now. There're plenty of chances for everyone to get some money!"<br><br>She skipped happily along, wondering if she should keep trying to make friends with Jason or wander back up to Iefyr and chat him up instead. She was humming along with the bard's music.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>20-12-2016, 03:12:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Varian simply listened to the talk around him, a small smile on his face as he considered the sociable members of this escort troupe. His hood remained up however, for all he really wanted was to keep his senses up and aware about his surroundings. Just because there wasn't any danger for the past few days, doesn't mean that the journey would continue such. He was unskilled in magic, although his heritage and training might enable the strength of nature around him in the future, so all Varian could use were his eyes, nose and ears, his natural physical senses...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Stella</strong> on <strong>20-12-2016, 04:32:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img924/9152/p9ZCKo.jpg)</div><strong>Kethra Marivaldi</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1025815)<br><br>The ranger wasn't the only one listening as the others chatted amiably amongst themselves.&nbsp; The red haired young warlock walked along quietly, her mind and eyes open to their surroundings.&nbsp; It was possible there would be no problems on this trip but Kethra was not one to let her guard down.&nbsp; <br><br>The trip would pay well, that was one reason she signed on.&nbsp; It also offered her the chance to travel in a group as she continued on her travels.&nbsp; Although she had no concrete reason to think the man she sought was in the direction she was going, it felt like the right path to take.&nbsp; And she had learned to trust her feelings.&nbsp; <br><br>Besides, new people and new places always interested Kethra.&nbsp; So much to see and learn, perhaps a bit of fun along the way...&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wveth</strong> on <strong>20-12-2016, 06:10:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Always thinking of what to do next and who to talk to, Mya's eyes settled on the striking veil of red hair belonging to a similarly striking woman it belonged to. She moved up closer to her with a friendly smile. "Hi there," she said. "I'm Mya. Just... talking to everyone, I guess! Trying to be friendly. Trips are always faster if you're friendly." Her dimples showed when she grinned.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Stella</strong> on <strong>20-12-2016, 06:39:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img924/9152/p9ZCKo.jpg)</div><strong>Kethra Marivaldi</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1025815)<br><br>Kethra turned a charming smile towards the elf, taking an appraising glance over the smaller woman.&nbsp; "Hello," she replied.&nbsp; "It is a pleasure to meet you, Mya.&nbsp; My name is Kethra.&nbsp; And I agree - friendly trips always seem faster.&nbsp; Are you familiar with this road?"&nbsp; <br><br>A friendly fellow traveller could be an excellent source of information as well as a fine way to pass the time.&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wveth</strong> on <strong>20-12-2016, 07:16:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not <em>too</em> familiar," Mya replied with a slight wince creasing her cute features. I've been on it a few times, but not for a while, and not as far down as we're going." She blushed a bit and gave a little sigh, rubbing the back of her neck. "I uh... should've just said 'no,' I guess. Heh heh heh..." She looked away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>24-12-2016, 23:18:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason just smirked a bit as Mya went off to go chat up the red-haired woman, just continued along; keeping to himself for the moment. But perhaps he should get a bit more social but the question loomed heavy over him for a moment: Who to approach?&nbsp; For the time being; he'd catch up with the last wagon and curiously looked up into to see what they were actually carrying if anything.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>28-12-2016, 00:59:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The first day and a half down the Triboar Trail is an easy and liesurely hike.&nbsp; The two oxen drawing the wagon set an easy pace.&nbsp; Birdsong fills the trees.&nbsp; At one poitn a small herd of deer bounds across the road up ahead.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Coming around a bend, the group spots two dead horses sprawled about fifty feet up the road, blockign the path.&nbsp; Each of the poor beasts has several black-feathered arrows sticking out of it.&nbsp; The woods press close to the trail here, with a steep embarkment and dense thickets on either side.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wveth</strong> on <strong>28-12-2016, 08:51:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Whoa, look at that!" Mya said, jogging to the front of the caravan. "Black feathers! What could that mean?"<br><br>She moved up closer to the horses to examine them in detail, looking for something a normal person might miss. And she wracked her brain trying to think of what black feathers might mean.<br><br>(ooc: so do we roll for investigation here? And history? Or something?)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>28-12-2016, 10:19:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[<strong>Morgan</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1028609)]<br><br>Morgan felt the jolt of the wagon stopping,&nbsp; peering around the side from her seat at the back. Dead horses. Big deal. But When Mya shouted out about feathers she perked up, blue eyes wide in curiosity as she jumped down from her comfy place and skipped over to Mya's side.<br><br>"Well well well, what sort of skulduggery is this?<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I reckon we look around, see what is amiss..."<br><br>She knelt down and ran a finger along the edge of the feather and inspecting the shaft of the arrow itself.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Roll Result:</strong> Morgan rolled: 1d20, adding 2 to the total<br><strong>Comment:</strong> Investigation Roll on black feathered arrow<br><strong>Result:</strong> 13, <br><strong>Total:</strong> 15</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>29-12-2016, 02:52:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Damn...</em><br><br>The arrows were not a good sign, and the blocking of the road meant that they would have to stop. The half elf began to step forward, before checking his step as he turned to Jason or whoever was near him.<br><br><strong>"I smell something fishy. I'll be scouting by the side."</strong><br><br>With that, Varian stepped towards the bush silently, trying to cover the caravan as well as what might seem to be an ambush...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Stealth Roll<br>At 2016-12-28 19:51:28, Varian (uid: 59589) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 25 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=98470)<br><br>Perception Roll<br>At 2016-12-28 19:51:57, Varian (uid: 59589) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=98471)</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>29-12-2016, 08:21:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Varian melted into the woods like a patch of emerald shadow.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Mya</div><div class="spoiler_body">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Roll investigation, history, and iniative.&nbsp; <br></div></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Morgan</div><div class="spoiler_body">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This arrow is made for archers about the size of a halfling, but is rather crude compared to halfling work you've seen.&nbsp; (They also favor slings.)&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;You also identify these horses as the ones belonging to your friend and employer Gundren Rockseeker and his guard Sildar Hallwinter, who road ahead of you.&nbsp; <br></div></div><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>29-12-2016, 08:32:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/5e/b2/01/5eb2019f0139d90a71b2a9a9d65797e6.jpg)</div><br>The music seem to have helped the group get to know better one way or another but Beatrix and Morgan playing and singing and dancing couldn't go on forever yet it was an abrupt chance of events what made the bards stop their performance. Two dead horses blocking the road on a spot way to convenient for an ambush, Beatrix wasn't too smart but her common sense put her under alert and she quickly put her flute away and took out a javelin and a net.<br><br>"Beware this may be dangerous" she whispered to her companions and slowly moved forward to backup Varian who is already stepping trough the sides.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Perception Roll=7<br>At 2016-12-29 01:31:01, Beatrix (uid: 58724) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=98479)<br></div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>29-12-2016, 08:41:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[<strong>Morgan</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1028609)]<br><br>With great effort the scrawny tiefling pulled a arrow out of the carcass and held it up with a raised brow. It was awfully short for an arrow, but not short or thick enough to be a quarrel for crossbow use. The shaft was barely straight, still covered in nooks and knots, and the feathers seemed as if plucked from a sick crow.<br><br>"It would seem to me, an educated guess<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;That there are goblins afoot in this area..."<br><br>She looked down with a squint, her eyes caught by a tiny detail. One of the horses had white spots on its ears much like... she dropped the arrow and stepped back with a dramatic gasp, pointing at it with her other hand raised to her brow.<br><br>"What is this murder most foul 'fore my eyes?<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tis Gundren and Sildar's mounts, laid low thus!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>29-12-2016, 19:53:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason sidled around the wagon to have a look at what they'd stopped for and spotted the black-feathered arrows and the dead horses.&nbsp; Hardly unexpected as the area was in general good for an ambush.&nbsp; Still he'd quietly swing his crossbow under his arm along it's sling and loaded it up and warily looked around.&nbsp; He was ready for anything that may try to jump out and attack (Readying an attack on anything that tries to jump out and attack. He's positioned on one side of the wagon and as a result has full cover from the opposite side) "Well I knew this would happen at some point." he sighed.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Initiative; Snake rolled: 1d20, adding 3 to the total=19| Perception:&nbsp; total 1d20+1= 19</div></div><br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wveth</strong> on <strong>29-12-2016, 20:14:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Investigation<br>Result: 2 + 4 = 6<br><br><br>History<br>Result: 11 + 2 = 13<br><br><br>Initiative<br>Result: 10 + 3 = 13
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuckyLukin</strong> on <strong>30-12-2016, 08:01:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Iefyr (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1029015)</strong><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">initiative</div><div class="spoiler_body">Initiative = 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=98504)</div></div><br>When Iefyr saw the horses and slowed his pace from the front of the caravan. Falling back to just the side of the cart he drew the mace from its sling at his hip and his shield from his back.<br><strong>"Draw your prey to a location where your pack can surround it, but it has less of a path to escape."</strong> Iefyr recited as if reading from a manual.<br><strong>"Beatrix, I take it you are used to combat."</strong> He eyed her blade and rank insignia. <br><strong>"I'd like you at my side, any of you more familiar with combat around the wagon. Those less adept at fighting, help clear the road. Then get in the wagon and aim at any attackers at range."</strong> The commands were precise. <br>All the while he <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">looked and listened</div><div class="spoiler_body">perception = 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=98503)</div></div> to the forest around them for any sign of their attackers.<br><br>He wasn't sure how many of the others heard or listened to him as everyone seemed to be about their own preparations. He just hoped whatever ambush would be slower than his reactions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>30-12-2016, 22:01:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Mya</div><div class="spoiler_body">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mya believes she's read or heard something about fletching like this before, she can't immediately call it to mind, but when Morgan mentions goblins, she's inclined to agree.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then, and quite suddenly...<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Morgan</div><div class="spoiler_body">The saddlebags have been looted. Nearby lies an empty leather map case.<br></div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>30-12-2016, 23:30:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Initiative</div><div class="spoiler_body">23&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Varian<br>20&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Goblin 2<br>19&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jason<br>18&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mival<br>15&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Morgan<br>14&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Goblin 1<br>13&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mya<br>10&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Goblin 3, Goblin 5<br>5&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Beatrix, Goblin 4<br>4&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Iefyr<br>3&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Kethra<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Surprise</div><div class="spoiler_body">Passive Perception:<br>Beatrix&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;12<br>Iefyr&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;14<br>Jason&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;11<br>Kethra&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;12<br>Mya:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;13<br>Mival&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;14<br>Morgan&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;10<br>Varian&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;13<br><br>Stealth Roll for Surprise:&nbsp; 20: At 2016-12-30 15:10:56, NPC (uid: 16) rolls:&nbsp;1d20a6 Result: 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=98513)<br><br>Everyone is surprised.&nbsp; (By the attack, at least, if not by it's source. :)&nbsp; )<br></div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Black fletched arrows screamed their way through the air as little green men with wide mouths leaned out of the thicket on either side of the roadway and loosed!&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;One managed to punch through Beatrix's right greave to bloody the shapely leg beneath.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">14 to hit, 5 damage.&nbsp; <br></div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Another scraped along Iefyr's waist, drawing a burning line of blood.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">21 to hit, 5 damage.&nbsp; </div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mogran felt a bloody rent ranked along his black.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">17 to hit, 5 damage.&nbsp; </div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mya felt an arrow pierce clear through the meat of her left shoulder!&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">17 to hit, 5 damage.&nbsp; </div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The last shot pierced Jason's hip, striking true enough that a shimmer of draconic scales across his skin was insufficient to defend him.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">23 to hit, 5 damage.&nbsp; </div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The goblins hissed in glee as their arrows drew blood.&nbsp; All five could be seen clearly now, two on the east side of the road, three on the west.&nbsp; They had emerged from the brush and loosed their shafts.&nbsp; The only thing that caused the malicious glee in their eyes to face was that none of their victims had actualy dropped.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;More black feathered arrows were knocked...&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Round 2, Iniative.</div><div class="spoiler_body">Tag Varian, you're turn.&nbsp; There is 20' of difficult terrain between you and the nearest goblin.&nbsp; The goblin does not see you, though, your attacks have advantage. </div></div> 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>31-12-2016, 03:21:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Varian gave a silent snarl at the appearance of goblins. Goblins! Part of the goblinoid- he does not even call them <em>human</em>oids - group, one of his more hated enemies. Already the main group got ambushed in front of him, five of the caravan guard taking immediate hits. Well, he was not to wait, the longbow coming off his back together with an arrow as he took aim at one of the goblins in his sight!<br><br><em>Death to my enemies...</em><br><br>And he let loose!<br><br>At 2016-12-30 20:20:52, Varian (uid: 59589) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 18 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=98536)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>31-12-2016, 03:26:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Varian's arrow drilled into the 3rd goblin's side--the closest on the right side of the road.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Damage?&nbsp; <br></div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>31-12-2016, 03:34:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Whoops forgot.<br><br>At 2016-12-30 20:33:47, Varian (uid: 59589) rolls: 1d8a3 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=98537)</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>31-12-2016, 03:41:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The goblin yelped when the arrow all but sprouted from his seat.&nbsp; He jerked it out, leaving a bloody patch behind, and glared at the sniper.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Across the road, a second goblin barked as he realized they had yet another oponent.&nbsp; He sighed on Varian and loosed.&nbsp; The arrow quivered in a tree next to the ranger.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Tag!</div><div class="spoiler_body">The goblin rolls 8 to hit.&nbsp; <br><br>Tag Jason, Mirval, and Morgan, in whatever order you can post.&nbsp; <br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">GM Secrets</div><div class="spoiler_body">Goblin 1&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-0<br>Goblin 2&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-0<br>Goblin 3&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-5<br>Goblin 4&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-0<br>Goblin 5&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-0</div></div><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>01-01-2017, 17:07:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[<strong>Morgan</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1028609)]<br><br>Morgan stagger as she felt something grace her back. Sharp. She was bleeding. She spun around and saw the creature that had loosed its arrow on her and let out a small gasp. That was a goblin? They were even uglier than what she had seen in books and on bounty fliers. Still, she had never been touched by death before. The pounding pain from her wound and the feeling of blood trickling down her back made her slightly queasy, but she straightened up anyway, drawing her faithful rapier and pointing it at the offending goblin. Might as well try for bravado rather than defeat.<br><br>"You scullion, rampallion, fustilarian!<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Come forth&nbsp; and I’ll tickle your catastrophe!"<br><br>Hopefully, more confident and competent would arrive shortly...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Morgan casts the Vicious Mockery cantrip on the gobbo that shot her. He must save against Will or suffer 1d4 roll of <strong>2 physical damage</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=98566) and a disadvantage (???) on the next attack roll it makes before the end of its next turn.</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>03-01-2017, 20:08:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason grunted and jerked the arrow out and cast it aside and aimed his crossbow at the offending goblin and fired the bolt toward the little bastard. He'd move to try and get to cover using the wagon itself but at least keep a line of sight toward the goblins.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Die Rolls/OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">(btw: I had a readied attack to fire, wouldn't that go off as the goblin jumped out?) | Attack Roll: At 2017-01-03 13:07:19, Snake (uid: 27981) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 22 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=98626); Damage: At 2017-01-03 13:08:13, Snake (uid: 27981) rolls: 1d8a3 Result: 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=98627)</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>03-01-2017, 20:20:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The target of Morgan's vicious mockery's eyes widened in furry and his ears bled a little.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jason's target, bloody in the rump and glaring at Viee, suddenly gurgled and dropped to the earth in a spreading pool of blood as Jason's quarrel pierced his throat. <br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">GM Secrets</div><div class="spoiler_body">Goblin 1&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-0<br>Goblin 2&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-0<br><del>Goblin 3&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-9&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Dead</del><br>Goblin 4&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-2&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Disadvantage on next attack.&nbsp; <br>Goblin 5&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-0</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Jackal</strong> on <strong>05-01-2017, 07:18:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cursing himself for it paying more attention to his surroundings Mival was caught by surprise when arrows flew out of the woods.&nbsp; Not wanting to be caught out in the open Mival charged towards the nearest goblin and took cover behind a tree.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Action</div><div class="spoiler_body">Mival is dashing 40 feet towards the nearest goblin and taking cover. <br>Sorry about the delay</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>05-01-2017, 10:42:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Mival is now 15' from the closest goblins—4 on the left side of the road, 1 on the right.&nbsp; <br>Since he' used a standard action taking cover from them, I'm rulling he has ¾ cover, which is a +5 bonus to armor class.&nbsp; <br>The goblin's attack roll is a 20. </div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;On the right side of the road, the first goblin glanced right and left, trying to pick a target.&nbsp; Mival's movement attracted his attention and his bow came up, arrow drawn to cheek...<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;An arrow rattled in the tree trunk Mival had taken cover behind!&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Tagging</div><div class="spoiler_body">Tag Mya, you're it!&nbsp; :) <br></div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wveth</strong> on <strong>07-01-2017, 19:37:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mya cursed as her shoulder was cut by the goblin's arrow, her hand sliding up to grab and cover the wound. She looked around quickly; the goblins were everywhere and one good shot could take her down. As fast as she could, she dove behind behind one of the horse carcasses, laying down to get what little cover she could. From that awkward position, she fired an arrow at the closest attacker (ooc: goblin 3, I believe?)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>12-01-2017, 15:15:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mya's target howled in pain as her arrow took it in the shoulder.&nbsp; She might not have hit if the little beast hadn't slung it's shield over it's back to fire it's bow.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Still uninjured, the goblin furthest back on the right side of the road drew an arrow to cheek and focused.&nbsp; In a moment of terrible perfection, he skimmed the arrow over the saddle and buried it in Mya's chest.&nbsp; She fell limp, bleeding, breath coming in a rattle.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Tagging</div><div class="spoiler_body">Beatrix<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">GM Secrets</div><div class="spoiler_body">Goblin 1&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-5<br>Goblin 2&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-0<br><del>Goblin 3&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-9&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Dead</del><br>Goblin 4&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-2&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Disadvantage on next attack.&nbsp; <br>Goblin 5&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-0</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>12-01-2017, 16:32:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/5e/b2/01/5eb2019f0139d90a71b2a9a9d65797e6.jpg)</div><br>Having been surprised like this left Beatrix with a bitter taste on her lips but it all turned worst whe one of the goblins managed to score a deep cut on her leg. "Die, you bastard"<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Attack</div><div class="spoiler_body">She attacks at the goblin who attacked her or at nearest one is that one is already dead<br>At 2017-01-12 09:04:50, Beatrix (uid: 58724) rolls: 1d20a+5 Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=98958)<br></div></div><br><br>Unfortunately she missed the attack but she wouldn't let this foul creatures to feast on a victory over her fallen body and chanted to herself "You will feel better now Beatrix, <em>Coalesco!</em>"<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Healing Word</div><div class="spoiler_body">bonus action to heal herself<br>At 2017-01-12 09:10:01, Beatrix (uid: 58724) rolls: 1d4a+2 Result: 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=98959)<br></div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>12-01-2017, 16:48:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ears still bleeding from the vicious mockery, a goblin cackled wildly when Mya went down.&nbsp; He spun at Morgan and taunted, “And now it's your turn!”&nbsp; He loosed, but the arrow shot over Morgan's shoulder to quiver harmlessly in a tree on the other side of the road.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Tag Ithra, Kethyr, and Varian, in whatever order you can post.&nbsp; <br></div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>12-01-2017, 17:04:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Good shooting guys, come on, second shot out!"</strong><br><br>Nocking a second arrow, Varian fires at yet another Goblin, hoping to score a hit to relieve the pressure on his team.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attack Roll<br><br>At 2017-01-12 10:03:45, Varian (uid: 59589) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 17 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=98963)<br><br>Damage Roll<br><br>At 2017-01-12 10:03:57, Varian (uid: 59589) rolls: 1d8a3 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=98964)</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuckyLukin</strong> on <strong>15-01-2017, 03:04:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iefyr (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1029015)<br>Iefyr hissed at the arrow sticking out of his leg, thankfully it didn't hit any arteries or break the bone.<br>The ambush was something he was expecting but no matter whether expected or not, an ambush disorients its prey regardless. He pushed through the pain and raised his shield before him to keep any new arrows sticking in him and charged the nearest goblin to him mace upraised.<br><br>As he closed the distance the mace came down aimed at the jaw of the goblin. A mild curse came off Iefyr's lips as the stone-headed mace <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">swung over the goblin's head</div><div class="spoiler_body">To hit: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=99034). </div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>17-01-2017, 04:34:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Varian's arrow transfixed the goblin with the bleeding ear.&nbsp; His corpse crumpled on the grass.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Another goblin gave a little yelp and bobbed to the side of Iefyr's descending mace.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Tagging</div><div class="spoiler_body">Beatrix<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">GM Secrets</div><div class="spoiler_body">Goblin 1&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-5<br>Goblin 2&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-0<br><del>Goblin 3&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-9&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Dead</del><br><del>Goblin 4&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-2 -8&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Dead.&nbsp; </del><br>Goblin 5&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-0</div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Three remained, eyes starting to go wide with fright!&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>17-01-2017, 21:56:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Iefyr's oponent snarled, fear turning to anger, and gahsed his arm with his scimitar!&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2017-01-17 14:54:00, Goblin 2 (uid: 16) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=99132)<br>5 damage to Iefyr. <br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Tagging</div><div class="spoiler_body">All concious PCsi n whatever order you can act.&nbsp; :) <br></div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>17-01-2017, 22:56:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason sidled around the wagon to see how many goblins were still attacking and how close they were; both to the party and to each other.&nbsp; Carefully measuring it out with his eyes; He'd begin to quietly cast a spell; hoping to go unnoticed as he did. At the crescendo of the spellcasting; he'd snap a pinch of very fine sand into the air, it'd seem&nbsp; carry over everyone and descend over the goblins like a warm, comfortable blanket; trying to lull them into sleep.&nbsp; It was the best thing he could think of to limit how much damage the little monsters could do he was trying to put them to sleep without affecting any of the allied party members but it would affect everything within 20' of the center so he placed it in a way that the goblins were on the edge of it's affect.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Snake rolled: 5d8<br>Comment: Sleep Effect<br>Result: 6, 5, 5, 8, 1,<br>Total: affects up to 25HP worth of monsters)</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>17-01-2017, 23:01:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Beatrix attacks once attacks the nearest goblin but misses (( or I suppose so Attack Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=99136))) "Curse my luck, damn you goblin"<br><br>Watching her friend fall Beatrix wanted to rush to heal her but she didn't have much spells left, it would be better finish with the imminent threat and then she'll take care about Mya with this thought on her mind Beatrix uses her net as improvised weapon to attack again and misses again Attack Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=99137)<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>17-01-2017, 23:27:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Second Move)<br><br>Same as before Beatrix infuriated attacks the nearest awake goblin until it dies (or the closest to Mya if they are all sleep)<br>Attack: 23 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=99141) Damage: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=99142)<br>Attack: 20 (I added 2 instead of 3) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=99143) Damage: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=99144)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuckyLukin</strong> on <strong>18-01-2017, 04:42:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Iefyr (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1029015)<br><br>Iefyr screamed out as the gobin's blade slipped past his mace and cut into his bicep. The blood started pouring almost immediately from the wound.<br>His world went hazy as the thing gloated over him with an evil grin. <br><br>His last thought was a prayer to Silvanus.<br></strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">"pas gach rud agus teacht chun deiridh,<br>Lig mo rith neartú siúd timpeall orm<br>Mar tú foraithne air."</div><div class="spoiler_body">All things pass and come to end, <br>Let my passing strengthen those around me<br>As you decree it.</div></div><br>His head hit the dirt and his breathing slowed. <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Death Saving throw: success 0 fail 1</div><div class="spoiler_body">3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=99183) need 10+3 times to still live or be healed/stabilized.</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>18-01-2017, 07:51:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[<strong>Morgan</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1028609)]<br><br>Morgan watches the goblin she was facing bubble with rage, only to be cut low by a bolt from yonder. She grinned wide and turned on her heel to make a boast when she saw Mya slumped to the ground. And Iefyr as well. Her grin took on more of a panicked edge as she slid towards Mya who was closer, snapping her fingers in a frantic beat as her hands began glowing.<br><br>"Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Which we ascribe to the Divine."<br><br>She holds her hands out and lays them on Mya's unmoving body, the echoes of her rapid snaps lingering as the felling arrow is pushed out of the wound and closing it behind to mend her flesh. She grinned, quite pleased with herself.<br><br>"It would seem to me that I have the touch of saints...<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Make haste Beatrix and mend Iefyr thusly as well!"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cure Wounds on Mya, 1d8+3 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=99193)</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>21-01-2017, 15:39:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Damn.</em><br><br>Varian put aside his bow, choosing to move forward to the fallen Iefyr.<br><br><strong>"Hang in there, I will stop your bleeding."</strong><br><br>Incapacitated, the elf was. The cleric too!<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Medicine Check</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2017-01-21 08:39:15, Varian (uid: 59589) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=99299)</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>28-01-2017, 05:41:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The two goblins on one side of the road were overwhelmed by the sleep spell and collapsed, one twitching a little in his sleep, the other snoring in a demonically low growl.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Beatrix was able to run down the last goblin standing and drop it in a lightning furry of blows.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mya's wounds sealed and the young woman quickly rose from the malaise of pain that had engulfed her.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Varian managed to staunch Iefyr's bleeding, and he still drew breath.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>28-01-2017, 18:34:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/5e/b2/01/5eb2019f0139d90a71b2a9a9d65797e6.jpg)</div><br>Beatrix was deeply worried about Mya but she felt so relieved when her old crimson skinned friend healed her, "Thanks Morgan", giving the tiefling a deep inspiring kiss <em>((Bardic Inspiration))</em> she moved on and as Iefyr was stable the gladiatrix continued to the sleeping goblins on the side of the road, javelin in hand.<br><br>"Does anyone of you wants to keep a goblin alive to be interrogated about what happened here, if so I think one is more than enough." If nobody stops her, Beatrix will kill one of the sleeping goblins and toss her net at the other one to prevent him from escaping
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>29-01-2017, 15:11:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[<strong>Morgan</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1028609)]<br><br>She was just about to stand up, content with her immaculate performance, when Beatrix approached her. She was just about to give a big grin and say some sort of cocky joke when the other joined lips with her. Eyes wide and a string of saliva hanging from her lower lip as they separated and she watched her walk away. She wasn't religious or anything but <em>gods damn</em>.<br><br>"I'll be sure to uhm-<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>shit</em>..."<br><br>She stammered a little before standing up, brushing the dust off her knees before bounding over to were Iefyr lay, lighter on her feet than before despite not having closed her own wounds yet. As she knelt and rubbed her hands together to make the glow again she glanced up at Beatrix' words, wide eyed again but with another type of shock this time.<br><br>"You speak of killing? As they harmless lay?<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;That is a tad bit villainous, I'd say..."<br><br>She lets her hands caress Iefyr's wounds, multicolored threads of aether mending them as she sings softly.<br><br>"♩ A stroke as gentle as a feather~<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I'll catch a rainbow from the sky ♫<br>♪ and tie the ends together..."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cure Wounds on Iefyr, 1d8+3 Result: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=99585)</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuckyLukin</strong> on <strong>29-01-2017, 19:22:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[<strong>Iefyr (https://www.myth-weavers.com//sheet.html#id=1029015)</strong>]<br><br>Iefyr opened his eyes as the pains receded.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Breathnaíonn an nós nach bhfuil na déithe a rinneadh liom go fóill.</div><div class="spoiler_body">Looks like the gods aren't done with me yet.</div></div><br>He looked up at the tiefling and smiled. <br><strong>"Thank you young lady, how can I repay you?"</strong> He asked before starting to pick himself up and noticed the lack of any wounds, except in his clothes. <br>He surveyed their surroundings and witnessed as Beatrix took care of one sleeping goblin then trapped another. <br><strong>"If it gives us anything then it may be worth the effort, but once we let it go... doubtless it will try to kill us in the night."</strong> He advised while checking over the others, and the contents of the wagon. It wouldn't do to have any supplies go missing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>31-01-2017, 20:08:03</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Jason</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1029526</div></div><br>Jason heard the two dull "thumps" of the sleeping goblins and came out from his cover around the wagon, loading a new bolt into his crossbow and sighed.&nbsp; He'd notice the goblins out and the fact one was dead and the other had a net over it.&nbsp; "Oi, those damnable little things never know when to quit." He muttered as he looked over the rest of them to see if they were ok. Not that he could do a damn thing about it; but was curious.&nbsp; "It likely won't tell us anything but keep one alive and we can grill it for information later." he said then drew up close ot the others to speak in a more quiet tone to avoid waking the prisoner. "Then we off the little bastard when we're done. Likely if we released it; it'd run back to it's boss to report in and then we'd be swarmed later." he pointed out quietly
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>01-02-2017, 00:57:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/5e/b2/01/5eb2019f0139d90a71b2a9a9d65797e6.jpg)</div><strong>Beatrix Ælegis</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1031352)<br><br>Searching over the goblin she just killed Beatrix looks it belongings for anything that might be useful or interesting as she speaks up, "Does anyone speaks the goblin language by the way"<br><br>She then she ties the living goblin before waking him up. Holding a dagger against his face's skin Beatrix starts her interrogation intimidating the goblin in orcish tongue if nobody speaks goblin, "Nobody here cares what happens to you, now cooperate with me and will have a chance to life and see another day, do not and I swear that you will be wishing to have died with the rest of your kin long before I'm done with you. Now speak up scumbag!, what happened here?"<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Intimidate</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2017-01-31 17:55:15, Beatrix (uid: 58724) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=99658)<br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Phandelver? I 'Ardly Know 'Er! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>01-02-2017, 01:14:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				[<strong>Morgan</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1028609)]<br><br>Morgan shrinks back a little, her arms hugging herself defensively as she backs away from the whole group. To say that she is uncomfortable is just the beginning of it. She was already shook up enough. Two of her travelling companions had almost died and she was surrounded by dead goblins and blood. This was hardly the sort of heroics you wrote any play about.<br><br>"I do not know if I can stomach this<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;tis rather wicked to torment and kill<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;someone captive, defenseless and meek"<br><br>She was still feeling squeamish from the blood she had spilled from her own wound and the thought of executing someone, even if it was a goblin, had her stomach a roil. She ducked behind the wagon and heaved her breakfast on the ground, clutching her ears in case torture or worse was afoot.
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