Skyreach - Main Story Thread
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				Title: <strong>Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>18-03-2016, 23:09:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Skyreach</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Main Story Thread</strong></span></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Info</strong></span></div><br>The Main Story Thread will be used for all legitimate plot-progression. Any significant milestones will be written through this thread. I will normally present a situation that will have to be solved, and the thread will flex around that. For suggested happenings, PM me and we’ll work it out. There are still largely so free reins, I can’t control the monsters and locations for all parties, I don’t have the capacity to do so, so it will still very much so be played in a freeform manner, just be aware I might throw in a bonus surprise every now and then, for better or for worse :P<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Posting Rules</strong></span></div><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">All posting will happen in third person.</li><li type="disc">All posting should be happening in past tense.</li><li type="disc">Always include the post header and keep it updated</li><li type="disc">The game rules apply in this thread just as much as any other thread</li><li type="disc">The E rules apply here just as much as anywhere else on the site.</li><li type="disc"> All smut that would have happened in the main story thread should be written in the alternative writing thread, seeing that it will lag the progression of the main story with content that doesn’t contribute to the overall story.</li></ul><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Post Header</strong></span></div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Character name<br><strong>Location:</strong> Location<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any players in the current posting-group<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Anything that would appear as unappealing for people.<br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[hr][floatleft][img height=250 padding=2]Image URL[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b]<br>[b]Location:[/b]<br>[b]Tagging:[/b]<br>[b]Notable Content:[/b]<br></code></pre><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">~ THREADS ~</span></strong><br>Interest check (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245109.msg12115776#msg12115776)<br>Recruitment Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245485.msg12133516#msg12133516)<br>Character Index (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245537.msg12135635#msg12135635)<br>OOC thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245801.msg12148579#msg12148579)<br>Resources (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245802.msg12148589#msg12148589)<br>Main Story [IC] (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246132.msg12164291#msg12164291)<br>General Activities Thread [IC] (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246137.msg12164470#msg12164470)<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>18-03-2016, 23:12:39</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/MFbua0P.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lindsay<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Important information<br><br>Four days had passed since everyone woke up in the strange new world. The reality had started to sink in, and what funds had been provided by the guildmaster was quickly dwindling. What they had been issued would last them a week and a half for food, after that, they’d be going hungry. it was a very real issue that had to be solved in one way or another. And by reciting the guildmaster’s words, the solution was simple.<br><br><strong>”Slaying monsters”</strong><br><br>Her voice chimed through the space of the fire pit of Old Bastion Keep. The moon had started to rise, a fire occupied the center to keep everyone warm while dinner was being served.<br><br>Yes, slaying monsters, that was just about the only thing they could do now. There were few jobs in the city that paid good enough money, and they were already associated with a guild, they couldn’t join another and rake the benefits of it without first having made up for the losses the adventurers guild had suffered from issuing them equipment and very basic training, as well as their starting funds. Not being affiliated with an appropriate guild meant getting less paid, having a tougher time finding work, and in general not having anything to lean back on in case things should go south. It was the bane of joining the adventurer’s guild that nobody had spoken off until they were all affiliated.<br><br>It was a tough call though. Being an adventurer was likely the most dangerous job that could be found within New Bastion Keep, because it forced the person in question to go outside.<br><br><strong>”We only have food for another week, after that, we’ll all be going hungry. I spoke with the guildmaster earlier, normally it takes a couple days before new “players” start to go green after their trips outside the walls, and it won’t be better if we go out hungry…”</strong><br><br>The words sat sour in her mouth, she wasn’t the least bit happy about it. She wasn’t happy to have to risk her life just to be able to eat.<br><br><strong>”We could stay here for about two more months for free, after that, we’ll have to start paying rent as well… I think the best course of action is to start grouping up and trying to earn some money outside. There was a map in the old guardman’s office that indicated where it was best to go, likely left behind by someone who came here before us. It’s fair to assume their situation was like ours, so the maps should provide a good idea of where we should go to learn the ropes”</strong><br><br>She hardly considered herself to be the one who should stand forth and speak for everyone. There were ones older than her, bigger than her, and those who honestly looked far more ready to go out and “adventure” than she was, standing there in the provided attire looking like she did. If it was up to her, she’d be wearing either a chef’s hat or a tailor’s apron by now, but she hardly had the rights to complain. She wouldn’t have taken up the leader role if it didn’t worry her that their funds were dwindling. They had to do something sooner or later, and this was their only option.<br><br><strong>”So… We should group up. The book from the bag suggests around five people per party, with at least one cleric in each group. I know we don’t know one another all that well yet, but let’s give it a go, alright? We can change around the groups if things don’t work out, we can make them bigger or smaller if we feel that’s for the best”</strong><br><br>She was acting far more awkward than she had hoped. It was never beneficial to show weakness towards strangers, but she couldn’t help it. She was essentially placing the king’s crown on her own head without asking anyone if it was alright. However, someone had to do it. An army with no leader was just a gathering after all. Though the title of “leader” wasn’t a title she was very keen on, someone had to take the reins, hopefully someone big and intimidating would back up her words to make the rest come along.<br><br><strong>”That’s all I had to say, sorry for interrupting everyone eating”</strong><br><br>With a sigh, she stepped forth and picked up her portion of the dinner. She had held off on the meal for the purpose of speaking, but her portion was luckily still there. A wooden bowl, some kind of stew, not smelling half bad honestly. It could probably do with some seasoning, but so had everything else they had been eating so far. It was good for what it was though, and she knew she’d best appreciate that. Tomorrow was going to be a big day, it would be an ill idea not to eat up, not that her apatite said she shouldn’t eat either. Hopefully, parties would form themselves, she hoped that it wouldn’t wait with a 50/50 of “players” with parties and “players” without parties, she hardly wanted to form the groups for people, it was a recipe for disaster. On that note, it was a concern for herself as well, she had to find herself a group too, it wasn’t like the reality was any less real for her just because she she spoke up.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>19-03-2016, 00:25:05</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://www.rpgcrossing.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=59324&amp;d=1391999699)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aryl (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245537.msg12140697#msg12140697)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Joining in<br><br>When everyone had awoken, Aryl had expected a leader to prove themselves within a day or two.&nbsp; As many wizards knew, the actual day to day problems inherent to administration could be a pain in the butt, which is why wizards were rarely actually kings.&nbsp; So long as he had the chance to actually be listened to, Aryl didn't really care so much who called themselves the leader.<br><br>As the days had gone by, though, no such personality was quick to arise.&nbsp; The girl who finally did speak...Aryl couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her.&nbsp; She seemed more desperate than a commanding type, one of the types of people who understood the plight of doing nothing but didn't have it in her to truly designate a chain of command.<br><br>Setting down his mutton, he couldn't help but stand.&nbsp; "She's right.&nbsp; The longer we stay here and just acclimate, the worse things will be when we do need to act, possibly even starving."<br><br>He looked around the room.&nbsp; "Now, from what I've seen, there's more than enough monsters to go around.&nbsp; I doubt we'll have to worry whatsoever about fighting for resources while we're out there until we're strong and talented enough to continue on.&nbsp; However, I can't help but be concerned about what happens if a group of roving monsters ambushes a group who wasn't prepared."<br><br>His left arm jumped up into the air, a gesture easily recognized even at a distance.&nbsp; "I suggest that groups stay within eyesight or earshot of each other, and if you see someone waving for help, or yelling for help, come to the rescue immediately.&nbsp; We're all in this together, after all, even if we're not going to be in one huge group all at once."<br><br>It was a fairly simple idea, but he wanted to see how well it went over before he tried suggesting others.
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				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>19-03-2016, 02:18:35</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/ylaine_zps1qu4x5pf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ylaine<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Joining the Conversation<br><br>Ylaine couldn't help but overhear. She had made it to the pit early in the morning because, as much as she understood their safety was at sake, she wanted out into the open. There was something she found a bit claustrophobic about the keep - something about the outside that just called to her. But, of course, leaving too soon would probably just result in her ending up dead, and the idea of a coffin felt even more claustrophobic.<br><br>So the conversation was like music to her ears. It was logical that they leave and adventure, but equally logical that they play it safe by supporting each other. And besides, the idea of cooperation resonated with Ylaine almost as much as getting outside did. Not quite as much, but close.<br><br>So she chimed in her own advice, which was really not much more than synthesizing the two people who had spoken before, but even that was a contribution. "I think you're both right. We need to get out, that's for sure. We're adventurers and all, so we should go out and adventure. I'm sure slaying monsters is a lot of that, but I'm also sure there's all sorts of things to collect too. You know - herbs and materials and animals for training for instance. <br><br>"But we also need to work together, like the guy over there said. We should probably also share maps and things as well. The more we know, the less problems we'll have, right?" Her voice was a bit soft, barely competing against the crackling of the fire. "That map the last adventurers left is certainly a good start, but things change all the time." Ylaine looked around again, slightly nervous. "Um... OK, I'm done."
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				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>19-03-2016, 02:22:10</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/Tumblr_n5yb00nhXQ1qhwzkvo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahmi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lindsay, Tallah, Everyone<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Gathering a party<br><hr><br><em>At least one cleric in each group. </em>A wheat brown hand languidly freed from her sari and held up to be counted. "I am a cleric." Her hand sagged once she'd said it, still wanting to be counted, but mostly on a technicality. She wasn't necessarily the <em>kind </em>of cleric that was wanted. "I can keep you alive." It needed to be said, because Rahmi did not resemble a healer. White was the traditional color of the party's guardian angel, but white was not her color. She was literally swathed in crimson and gold and gasflame blue, smoldering like her outlined eyes, easy to mistake for the kind of wizard who would watch an enemy burn. Luckily she had such a strong advocate in herself to clear up these misunderstandings, because as of yet, she had not made any friends.<br><br>"One of those small parties would suit me nicely." To keep an audience, she stood, delicate, not much of a fighter really, with arms that wanted to cradle around a stack of books and crossed automatically over her chest when there were none to carry. She was a willowy pillar of silk with a single twist at the hip, commanding very little personal space. "And you, you're in." A finger outstretched to Tallah, almost to the point of touching her. There were a lot of bodies together here and she didn't want to leave her first draft pick ambiguous- especially if clerics were as hot a commodity as Lindsay was implying.<br><br>"But I'm not in this merely for survival. The lowliest of creatures scrounges for survival, and tomorrow has nothing to show for it. There is a whole world beyond these walls, described to us by... scant notes? Half-drawn maps? Does a spirit of inquiry not possess you? If you travel under my protection, you must be willing to help me fill the pages of a book much more thorough than those available to us here."
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				Post by: <strong>Steir</strong> on <strong>19-03-2016, 07:25:29</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://danbooru.donmai.us/data/3b989ff3775bbb9953dde8f826f97a5a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shizuka<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Offering help<br><hr><br>"If a party needs a healer, I can also help," another voice chimed in as a young woman stood up from her seat. She wore a familiar white robe that signified her role as a cleric, albeit with red triangular markings at the end of the sleeves and hem of her robe. The robe ended slightly below the knees, with black stockings and calf-length leather boots covering the cleric's legs and feet. Her hood is taken off at the moment, with her blond hair framing her face.<br><br>"Healing spells seem to be limited at sealing the wounds, however," Shizuka recounted her experience at healing for the past few days of experimentation with her spells, "So it is a good idea to keep potions to replenish blood on hand when we plan to go out."
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				Post by: <strong>Moon Hound Hati</strong> on <strong>19-03-2016, 16:20:18</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Rguztt7.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Leasick<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lindsay<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong><br><br>Four days was hardly the time needed for most to adjust to entirely new way of living, of being <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> at least, in his opinion. It was odd having no memories, knowing only the name giving to you by parents who's faces and voices were but static in the mind's eye. The subconscious memories remained, then; knowledge ingrained into every fibre of your being from a young age on, such as the ability to speak, to read, and to walk. Sometimes he would remember something, some mannerism or saying, but without the memories associated with them the context was lost on him.<br><br>He sat around the fire pit with the other <em>new arrivals</em>, eating the simple meal their given rations could afford per day as he, at the same time, inspected his bow and other equipment. A short blonde girl rose to her feet to speak, addressing them all at once about the current state of affairs, of how they should form parties and attempt to head out the next day to seek out monsters to slay for loot, to make a living that way and continue to survive. He recalled her name to be Lindsay, heaving heard it from someone else rather than from the girl herself. There was desperation in her voice and stance... a desperation for survival, on which he shared.<br><br>It was not long before more voices chimed in, as if having waited for someone to make the first move, to spur a dialogue within the group. Already plans to form parties were being formed. Gathering his bow and bowl half full of bland stew, he rose to a stand, moving wordlessly through the small crowd. <em>Assertiveness was key</em>, the tiny voice in the far back of his mind was shouting whilst waving a banner reading the words "move your ass!" on them. Leasick felt that he was a straightforward guy and that the straightforward approach was thus the way to go.<br><br>Approaching Lindsay, he sat down next to her. <strong>"It always takes just one to get the ball rolling,"</strong> he said as he carefully put down his bow and reached for the wooden spoon leaning against the side of his bowl, working some of the muck that was supposed to pass for food around here into his mouth. <strong>"But I admire that you were the one that managed to do it,"</strong> he added as the sludge had forced its way down his throat. <br><br>Extending a hand to her, he introduced himself with a small smile. <strong>"Name's Leasick. Bow-wielding rogue and all that jazz<del>&nbsp; &nbsp; </del>"</strong> He paused for a brief moment, wondering what jazz even was, but then carried on. <strong>"I was wondering if you wanted to team up for tomorrow. I heard you are a warrior, so I think my archery skillset can compliment that, and I like your straightforward attitude."</strong> If there had been anything Leasick had learned about himself in the last four days, it was that he was not the sort that enjoyed being vague or indirect about important matters. He said what he felt he had to when he had to.
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				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>19-03-2016, 19:01:13</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/Leone2_zpsx1ooacdj.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zephyria<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> <hr>"Awww... is it over already? Damn." The disappointed huff was little more than murmur as she turned up her bowl and attempted to scrape any left over scraps and juices into her wide open mouth. Unfortunately, the stew she'd been given for this evening's ration had disappeared as quickly and completely as every other meal she'd had in the past four days. Four days that had been a weird mix of cloudy confusion, invigorating excitement, and a burgeoning spirit. And near constant hunger. <br><br>It wasn't her intent to diminish the very real circumstances she found herself in what with having woken up somewhere she didn't remember falling asleep in the first place, but bloody hell she was hungry! Like all the time! Ok so no, she wasn't starving or even malnourished--not yet at least--but meals definitely ended far too soon for her liking and cost far too much of the meager coin she'd received. Impractical as it was, she couldn't help but dream of delicious feasts and nights of plenty. And if there were perhaps a bevy of nubile beauties there to feed it to her... well, she certainly wouldn't complain. A woman had to have goals after all. <br><br>Setting aside her dish, the spunky blonde known as Zephyria attempted to make herself comfortable by leaning against the nearest body as if she had every right. Nimble fingers ruffled through her hair and reclining nonchalantly she glanced around to note others in various stages of thought and conversation, smirking slightly. She did not seek to eavesdrop nor did she pay much mind to the female who'd first spoken up beyond looking her over--at least not until she began speaking not to her heart, but to her gut. <br><br>Zeph's days were not spent idly, not by half, but in truth, as much as she'd done, she'd not yet accomplished anything. The word <em>job</em> of course left a sour taste in her mouth but there was indeed something there if such a thing would allow her to venture out and really get her blood pumping AND allow her to earn the sorts of meals she fantasized about. Again, goals.<br><br>As others spoke up to voice their opinions or offer themselves up, Zeph remained precisely where she was. She thought about standing and making some impassioned declaration that would have others--especially the women--flocking to her but as she was warm and surprisingly comfortable at present she saw no point in moving just yet, especially as she continued to think over what the female had said.<br><br>"Slaying monsters, eh?" Her husky tones held a slight rasp as she spoke only loud enough for those closest to her to hear, her thoughts churning. She knew she didn't look like much what with her lack of the more common sorts of gear but if she was concerned or otherwise self-conscious about this or her prospects it didn't show. "Sure. Sign me up. Though I'll caution I am probably not for the faint of heart," she half shrugged, a grin springing to life. "If I'm going to do this then I want to venture to where the wild things are and take on the biggest and baddest! I mean, no guts, no glory, right?" Zeph's head tilted and her eyes gleamed with an edge of something that seemed a mix of humor and hunger just as she added, "Or food." 
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				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>20-03-2016, 00:31:33</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/be/Tallah2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tallah<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire Pit - Old Bastion Keep<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zephyria, Rahmi<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong><br><br>At some point in the evening as the group of new adventures sat around the fire Tallah felt a bump as of the other assembled party leaned lightly against her.&nbsp; Tallah was a solidly built woman and her leather and mail armor made her doubly so.&nbsp; She had glanced over at one point to see the ragged blonde hair of a lithe warrior woman resting against her shoulder.&nbsp; Tallah had finished her meal and didn’t need the shoulder the woman, Zeph was her name, was using so she let the imposition stand.&nbsp; Tallah wasn’t one to turn away from the touch of an attractive woman and there seemed to be no more intent behind it than a place to rest.<br><br>The others began to speak about the need to find food and make coin.&nbsp; Suggestions of adventure were being bandied about as were offers to lead or help.&nbsp; Healers were already being asked for their services.&nbsp; Something in the situation gave the impression of déjà vu for her.&nbsp; The words ‘looking for healer’ seemed suddenly appropriate in her mind.<br><br>“And you, you’re in.”&nbsp; Silk jewel tones and caramel fingers caused Tallah to raise a dark brown eyebrow.&nbsp; Rahmi was a cleric, she knew this from brief conversations they had upon arrival and around the fire-pit at night.&nbsp; She was as interested in exploring the lost corners of this world as Tallah was, perhaps for reasons other than the curiosity that filled the dusky skinned warrior, but reasons mattered little as long as their interests were aligned.&nbsp; She nodded her acceptance to join Rahmi on her journey.<br><br>“Not that I do not enjoy all of your company, but I am tired of sitting around the fire.&nbsp; I don’t wear this armor to be fashionable.&nbsp; It’s time to use it.&nbsp; Like my sleepy friend here.” She nudged her shoulder, the one Zeph had claimed as her own for the moment to indicate she was talking about the werecat. “I’m not planning to play it safe.&nbsp; I want to explore and discover.&nbsp; I don’t mind putting myself in danger.&nbsp; It is better than sitting around a fire starving to death.&nbsp; If I can make some money along the way, so much the better.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>EdwardShane</strong> on <strong>20-03-2016, 02:17:58</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk101/princess_peach_1_1_1/AnimeDarkMage.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Senadra<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire Pit - Old Bastion Keep<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Generally everyone<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Calling out some perceived poor decisions<br><hr><br>Well, Senadra was certainly glad that someone was finally stepping up and taking charge.&nbsp; She already knew she wouldn't make good leadership material from the start, so it was really a matter of waiting for someone to step up to the task.&nbsp; Now that someone had, it seemed like the ball was finally going to get rolling.&nbsp; She was getting a bit weary of finding things to keep herself occupied.&nbsp; For the past couple of days, she couldn't really fault those who took it lazily, given what she understood of the situation.&nbsp; But now that things were picking up speed, that would be changing.<br><br>As the first couple of people responding mentioned using a few systems for safety and discovery, she found herself nodding in agreement.&nbsp; Those were solid ideas, sharing information would benefit everyone, as would staying within line of vision and/or sound of at least one or two other groups in case of trouble.&nbsp; It was a solid strategy, and would help make sure more people wound up surviving this first outing.&nbsp; It was certainly an idea she could get behind, and she was wholly willing to participate in it.<br><br>That it, until a couple of the warriors piped up.&nbsp; Well, one of them wasn't <em>too</em> bad she supposed, but the blonde one had really stood out as making a very stupid statement to her mind.&nbsp; She didn't hesitate to set down her eating utensils, stand up, and add her own two cents.&nbsp; "No guts, no glory, eh?&nbsp; Well...I guess that's true.&nbsp; Glory seekers making bad choices do tend to wind up with their guts spilled everywhere.&nbsp; The problem with your half-baked idea is that we don't know what the lesser monsters will even be truly capable of, much less the biggest and baddest you so blindly want to challenge.&nbsp; Even if we have written information from other people, who's to say it's accurate, or even complete?&nbsp; You're just going to get yourself, and very likely your team, killed with that kind of approach."&nbsp; She huffed and shook her head, hardly believing she felt compelled to chew someone out this early on.<br><br>She then paused for a moment before continuing.&nbsp; "Don't misunderstand me.&nbsp; I have nothing against taking some risk here to earn some money, and get some knowledge of the surrounding area.&nbsp; I can certainly respect those who want to act as a shield for others, as well.&nbsp; But only a fool would discount the fact that any and every monster we encounter could easily kill us until proven otherwise.&nbsp; We should band roughly together, as was already suggested, and not stick our necks out too far away from this temporary home.&nbsp; Off the beaten path should be okay as long as someone can see or hear the group exploring in that manner, but I'd much rather we gain some more information on the tougher monsters before we try fully engaging them in battle.&nbsp; Start smaller, and build our way up to taking on nastier things."&nbsp; She glanced directly at Zephyria as she made her next statement.&nbsp; "I reiterate.&nbsp; Taking on the toughest things out there right out the gate gets people killed, and I expect that would weaken our group as a whole.&nbsp; I don't speak for everyone else, but in my eyes....any sort of loss in that vein is unacceptable.&nbsp; I'd sooner be hungry for an extra day or two than know someone got themselves killed by crossing the fine line that stands between bravery and stupidity."<br><br>At that point, Senadra seated herself again and sighed.&nbsp; It likely came across as harsh words, but she just didn't want to see any of the people gathered here put six feet under.&nbsp; As she picked up her eating utensils to finish her meal, she shook her head again.&nbsp; Part of her wondered if any of what she was trying to convey actually got through to anyone.&nbsp; She had no doubts there would be those present who might view her in a negative light now...but if that was what it took to keep everyone alive via overriding tunnel vision to glory and riches with some common sense, then she would shoulder that burden of being disliked.&nbsp; Or possibly even hated.&nbsp; Though that might make things a little trickier when it came to finding a group.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>20-03-2016, 02:36:14</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/b1/d8/ea/b1d8ea1a767fcf81495b56f03181495c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vanyalanthiriel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245537.msg12137541#msg12137541)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Old Bastion Keep | Near Front Entrance <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Those Nearby (None Directly)<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Heading out for fresh air <hr><br>Though Vanyalanthiriel could not explain the burgeoning reasons behind the suddenness of it, life within the relative safety of Old Bastion Keep no longer satisfied her. Her fingers itched with the need to touch fresh dirt and take in the world with her eyes rather than secondhand stories heard from the mouths of distant travelers or scribbled tales within books. Upon the descent of the blood-orange sun, she almost always found herself seated atop the tall wall surrounding the city, dark eyes peering out into the distance. <br><br>In her unquenchable thirst for knowledge, the past few days since her awakening had been spent exploring all in which the city had to offer a young inhabitant. She did not shy away from darkened corners or alleyways nor did she miss an opportunity to learn more. Sometimes her methodology of acquiring such information was through questionable means such as hoisting herself up to crouch low on someone’s balcony or pressing her long, sensitive ears against one of the many rented rooms in local inns. <br><br>Some of those ventures did not end pleasantly, earning her ill repute in some circles, but she did not regret her choices, believing it was her right to learn more about people and their intentions. If she was honest with herself, another driving reason behind her snooping about the Keep at night was due to her inability to trust others at face value. Too many held the important details until it was convenient for them to reveal it. So hearing what others had to say about other people, situations, and even herself helped reassure her of their trustworthiness and usefulness in her pursuit for… <br><br>Alright, she was not exactly sure what she wanted at the moment. All that remained vividly clear was her desire for <em>more </em>than what she possessed at present. In all honesty, she could understand why she was in a guild. Her tactics were mostly self-reliant rather than being dependent upon others. And yet, it seemed to be another accepted facet of her life, such as the undeniable fact that she preferred wielding a bow to swords. <br><br>Vanyalanthiriel’s day had been a mostly uneventful one, filled with doing odd jobs in order to earn more income. Ingrained stubbornness and pride prevented her from indulging too greedily on the guild’s wares. In fact, there were some nights where she slept on her uncomfortable cot with an empty, growling stomach due to intensely disliking being the recipient of what she viewed as charity. She had a sneaking suspicion such “kindness” did not come without a price. Entering the rundown keep, she immediately took notice of those gathered around the blazing pit with contemplative and the occasional fear look on their faces. It was tempting to stride directly by them without stopping. Instead she took a seat at towards the back, close enough to hear every spoken word without being nearby the more boisterous members of the guild. <br><br>The female warrior’s words, though spoken somewhat hesitatingly, were not surprising or untrue. It was only so long the guild could support the vast bulk of new members without collapsing underneath their combined weight. What did surprise her was some people’s reacts to the idea of being made to work for their supper and shelter. Did they honestly think they would live out the remainder of their lives chewing blades of grass and fattening their stomachs with other people’s food? It was despicable. Vanyalanthiriel already had a plan in mind for how she would slowly wean herself from the guild’s assistance until she could function without their assistance. <br><br>Her nose crinkled with blatant displeasure at the mere idea of grouping at length with anyone. A quick glance around the room did not serve to inspire cooperation or desire within her bones. Admittedly, there were a few who spared her interest but she had not bothered with speaking to them. Of course, she observed their mannerisms and interactions with others from a distance but had not felt the need to seek a more direct and formal introduction. Her lack of desire to remain steadily decreased as some began sniping at each other. <br><br>Reaching behind herself, she pulled the heavy cloak atop her head, ears folding downward rather than protruding against the hood, and then headed back in the direction of the door. It was her intention to seek out the old guardsman’s office and create a copy of the maps for herself. The rest was uncertain. The door shut quietly behind her as she quivered a little from the cold night air. Could she do it alone? Lifting her hand, she pushed back the strand of her wavy hair with annoyance evident in her touch.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mysterica</strong> on <strong>20-03-2016, 06:20:58</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d2/31/fe/d231fedbf0998c65f0d1c6574606f216.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Xenobia<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Offering herself<hr>The sudden commotion going on in the keep began to get Xenobia's blood pumping.&nbsp; So far since she had been here things had been fairly boring. Little more had happened than getting some basic adventuring gear and learning vaguely how to use it but no one had been fool enough to go outside to test any of their skills for the fear that they weren't strong enough.&nbsp; It was certainly true that at some point they had better begin a more proactive approach to deal with the budding economic crisis and now certainly was as good a time as any.&nbsp; All it took was one brave soul to stand up and address the situation to get the ball rolling.<br><br>The young warrior glanced around the room at all the other would be adventurers as they made their voices heard offering their services.&nbsp; Xenobia decided it would be best to quickly make an impression on the others now before everyone fun was snatched up and she found herself stranded with a bunch of killjoys.&nbsp; She quickly jumped up and stood on the bench she had been sitting on calling out to the crowd, "I'm super tired of being cooped up inside this place and am ready to go out and explore!&nbsp; I want to go out and further my horizons!&nbsp; Every day I can see something I've never seen before is a good day in my book, especially if I get to see it before someone else!"<br><br>An armored foot planted itself on the table as she continued.&nbsp; "Who's ready to go show this land what we're made of?&nbsp; For riches, glory, and all the pretty flowers we can find!"&nbsp; She smiled as she finished, her hand raised as though she were already somehow a champion before turning around and falling flat on her face as she tried to get back to the ground...&nbsp; So much for first impressions, till maybe a few of the crowd had a good sense of humor.&nbsp; With a slightly reddened face, Xenobia quickly hopped back to her feet throwing out a quick "I'm alright" before heading over to a corner where hopefully the only ones to still be staring at the klutz who fell on her face would be those hoping to discuss plans of partnership.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>20-03-2016, 10:16:12</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/veslNm9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Welkin Gray<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire pit, old bastion keep.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Xenobia, Ylaine, Aryl, Rahmi (indirectly)<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Joining in, being an idiot.<br><br><br>Four days can be broken down any number of ways, but at best, it was over half a week, and things were getting... Well, already they were weird. Now, they were beginning to get a bit troublesome. Food was running low, no one really /knew/ anyone else. And in the end, he kind of knew that eventually things would reach some unfortunate calamity. Starvation? Paying rent? Dealing with all of these issues and not knowing where to start?&nbsp; It was pretty heavy.&nbsp; But sulking wouldn’t get him anywhere. Being an adventurer was going to be dangerous of course, he might go out and never make it back. Yet there was no real choice in the matter, either they did it, or they died. One was potential death, the other seemed certain, inevitable and like the ticking of a clock. When doing something dangerous and stupid, it was best to have friends or at least people you could trust. The more innocent might way with strong heart and even stronger courage, one might be able to push through anythign! Good advice, except you needed strength in other ways, too.<br><br>No way in hell would he be the leader of a whole bunch of people. Some days he even doubted himself, and this was one of those days. There was a difference simple work for pay, and working to live... And to throw ones self whole heartedly into the latter, well... Even he was reticent about it. But some of the people still had the right of it. They were adventurers, they were made for this. And this food was awful, he wanted to cook something nice for a change, but he wasn’t the chef, and the food only encouraged him to do something. The woman who spoke about keeping others alive, clad in sanguine and vibrant hued clothes had a point. They weren’t here to survive, they were now here to live. They could survive off of gruel, crappy tasks, scrounging for every but of sustenance and shelter they could have... Or, they could fight.<br><br>And he was a fighter. Rising, he had a spoon in hand, clean though it had seen better days. “Ah, you’re right. Well, a lot of you are right. I’m already tired of this. This isn’t a prison, but we’re acting like it’s a cage already. Maybe it’s not a good idea to really go out there and risk our necks for life. But it’s the right idea. Hell, she’s got it.” He looked to Xenobia, giving a nod. “I want to live. And if that means dying, well. Not like this kind of life is any better. Names Welkin. And I think i’d make a pretty good frontliner. So I guess i’m kinda throwing myself out there a little. You don’t have to trust me, I mean I don’t even know all of your names. But i’ll learn ‘em, promise. Some of you have some good ideas. You, and you.” Pointing to Ylaine and Aryl, he gave a nod. “Neither of you seem like the big frontliner types like me. Sooo... you know, if you haven’t set yourself on partying with anyone else, i’d like to work with you two at the least. You know what they say. United we stand and divded we fall, so i’d like to unite with people who seem smart.” <br><br>Yeah, just go out there swinging. The easiest way to quell ones fears sometime was to put on a brave face and do the things you didn’t want to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>20-03-2016, 19:07:32</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/ylaine_zps1qu4x5pf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ylaine<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> And So It Begins<br><br>Ylaine's eyes widened in at least moderate surprise at being requested so quickly. But the first speaker as well as the exotic looking one who had come after her pointed out the main detail - clerics were going to be in high demand for precisely the reasons that Welkin now demonstrated to be necessary - to keep the warriors alive. "Well... yes, I would stay behind lines, so I definitely would need someone like you in front. But if I'm going to be your cleric, you'll have to promise me to give you every chance of staying amongst the living. Gloriously dead is still dead in my book. So I'll join you, but you have to promise me that you'll still be careful."<br><br>Lecture done, she stood and stepped forward, purple robes suddenly all aflutter with her quick motion, offering a hand and a smile. "I'm Ylaine, and I'm really excited to be working with you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Vixen</strong> on <strong>21-03-2016, 02:50:38</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://img02.deviantart.net/2002/i/2015/093/e/8/boar_s_sin_of_gluttony__merlin_by_mtrizkit-d8o79s6.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Akiko<br><strong>Location:</strong>Fire-Pit - Old Bastion <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone; Xenobia <br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Offering Help<br><hr><br>It had been four days since Akiko found herself thrust into a fairy tale with a good deal of strangers placed in the same situation. It was like something right out of a story book or a movie. But it wasn't, the hunger gnawing at her belly was very much a real feeling. It was strange because even though she knew she should be feeling panicked or at least a bit more on edge than she was. Akiko couldn't help but shake off the thrill of adventure that surely must accompany the various problems her and this group were going through. Staring at the fire as she pushed around her food she was wondering just how long they would be able to keep up this false hope that maybe something would fall from the sky and help them out of their current funk. However inspiration seemed to have blessed one of the strangers here in Old Bastion. During what normally was an awkward dinner with a few attempts at small talk a slim girl with a bow voiced aloud what Akiko was sure were thoughts all of them had mulling around in their heads.<br><br>Watching the young girl silently Akiko found herself nodding in agreement with the bow wearing girl. It made sense really there was no argument to be had. It then seemed to be just the spark they needed to do as various people began to come forward and introduced themselves to a few people nearby. Watching them beginning to pair off Akiko was dead sure that she wanted a Cleric in her team but also there was one more thing she absolutely needed....<br><br>That was when a a petite armored form began to start what started out as a rousing speech only to lessen the blood pumping effect a tad bit by falling flat on her face. It was cute to be honest and Akiko couldn't help but give a small smile. She wasn't being mean, no it was a smile because Akiko knew this was a person she wanted to work with. The warrior managed to save face by acting as if everything was ok and as she moved to a corner of the old keep Akiko set her food down and slowly walked over to a new teammate hopefully. Weaving through a few people she made no move to cover any more skin than she was already showing, she was proud of her body and her clothes did a good enough job in her opinion. With a small smile Akiko walked up to the female warrior and stood before her. <br><br>"I liked your speech. It was..very rousing. Really. I like the thought of adventure and who could say no to riches right? How about we form a team? I can cast spells, could be useful for a warrior like you." <br><br>Taking a look at the warrior before her Akiko stood with her hands on her hips giving the young woman before her an encouraging smile. <br><br><em>Maybe she'll want a cleric before anything else....that is one class we NEED to have...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steir</strong> on <strong>21-03-2016, 03:46:50</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://danbooru.donmai.us/data/3b989ff3775bbb9953dde8f826f97a5a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shizuka<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Xenobia and Akiko<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Requesting to join<br><hr><br>Shizuka is surprised at how some people have decided quickly on who to go with as soon as they spoke. Did it have something to do with how she spoke or presented herself that made the others choose the other clerics over her. She took a deep breath to calm herself - she did some simple errands around town to get more accustomed to this amazing world they have arrived in and earn enough to start stocking up with mundane supplies to help with exploration.<br><br>Seeing the one woman warrior that made the rousing speech, then tripping over herself before excusing herself to go over a corner startled Shizuka for a moment. She figured they can somehow work together - the warrior was straightforward and honest despite a bit clumsy. Picking up her now empty plate and utensils to deposit to the side, the young cleric approached the warrior that is now being talked to by a slightly older woman.<br><br>"Excuse me... Would you need a cleric to assist your team?" Shizuka asked with a curt bow as she looked up to the two, "I hope that I could make sure to keep everyone from getting into too much trouble."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>21-03-2016, 04:04:42</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/cbZSzZ6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cairus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Xenobia, Akiko, and Shizuka<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Getting involved<br><br>It didn't seem like Xenobia was going to be alone in her corner for very long. Already, two other ladies were making their way over towards her in the hopes of forming a party. Well, when opportunity knocked, one would have to be a fool not to answer it. It was with that mentality that yet another person, a young man that had been minding his own business against the far corner of the bar up until this point, finally rose from his feet and made his way over towards the gathering group. He was handsome, with short raven black hair and eyes of an orange hue. He wore a white jacket outside of a clean black adventuring outfit that didn't seem like it had very much (if any) time to get weathered or broken in, aside from that the only accessory or tool he seemed to have was a metal gauntlet that covered his left arm, a glowing blue gemstone resting just below the knuckles. A few light scars decorated his cheek and his forehead, though they didn't seem very deep or dire. Before saying anything, he carried a very serious air, an almost intimidating one as, from the outside, he seemed like one of those overbearing, dark and brooding types.<br><br>But that didn't last for very long, as he put on a confident smirk and planted his hand non-gauntlet hand over his chest. <strong>"Hey hey, nice speech back there. I'm glad other people are starting to get fired up about this thing! Going out into the field, securing funds and experience, truly making a name for ourselves."</strong> He broke out into a full on smile, punching his gauntlet hand into the open palm of his other hand. <strong>"This is just the kind of opportunity I've been waiting for! If the three of you are starting to put together a team, please count me in, you won't regret it once you've seen what I can do."</strong> It had been about four days or so, and after the initial shock and delirium wore off, Cairus found himself getting dreadfully bored here in town, not being able to do anything. Sure it was better to be safe than sorry when it was your life on the line, but there came a point where caution became smothering, and things were going too slow.<br><br>As far as Cairus was concerned, so long as he had a few people with him, he could handle anything in the safer, more local areas easily. <strong>"Name's Cairus, by the way. It's a pleasure."</strong> He said, nodding to the trio of girls respectively. He hadn't said a word yet about just what kind of a fighter he was, or what he was capable of. He was certain that those were questions that were going to get asked in a few moments anyway, as he had seen himself that the older looking woman and the blonde had only just made their way over to the blue haired girl's table as well, meaning that this party was only just now starting to form up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeSane</strong> on <strong>21-03-2016, 06:52:11</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/TNcGFy0.jpg?2)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Najarala<br><strong>Location:</strong> Old Bastion Keep | Fire Pit | Entrance<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open; All<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Inner workings of his mind / Late to the Party<br><hr>In the hall a sound of a singular whetstone being scrapped against a blade keeping the edge sharp. Najarala had been disinterested in the talk between them all since it was something he had pondered on doing on his own since the first day. He had been compelled to travel on his own, but the danger out weighed his sense of adventure. That wasn't his goal at all; what he truly desired was to remember anything if there was something worthwhile in his cerebellum. Maybe whatever had stripped him of all of these mundane memories had did him a service? On occasion he would raise his hand up and attempt to smoke, but there was nothing there. No doubt an old habit that still persisted even after being stuck here. What had he been like before this? It was all a mystery which pledged his very mind, yet never showed it to the others. To them he never seemed to care about anything he lazied about during the day and watched the sun rise and fall over the horizon. At night he would sit outside while the others were asleep and ate only half of his rations and gave the rest to those that were hungrier than himself. The warrior was very sociable, yet being cooped up with so many could drive anyone to be a tad bit introvert.<br><br>With a heavy sigh he got up with weapon in hand towards the fire pit without a gumption of what had transpired. It would seem that a touch of positive rabble rousing had gotten a fire underneath their posteriors. Najarala heard small bits and pieces of conversations between the others and found them intriguing.<strong> "Never thought you all would actually get up and do something."</strong> He said before a light heartened chuckle. He had spoke loud enough to be heard, yet with the crowd so enthused he felt a bit left out. If he could gather a few willing people or join one of the slowly filling congregations maybe Naja could find something that could help jog his memory; at the very least distract him from it long enough to feel something besides the creeping feeling of bordom. Deep brown eyes scanned yet found no one that seemed by themselves or looking just as tentatively as he was. If it came down to it he would have no qualms with leaving on his own if need be; the journey would be harder, and his abilities tested to their limits. <strong>"Tsk . . . I wish you lot the best then. I can handle this on my own."</strong> The sheathed blade rested on his shoulder as he pivoted around and walked off to see if he could gain access to a map. As he walked off he unconsciously reached into his pocket and searched for something that was there. He was craving a smoke, yet lacked the funds or resources to get them. Even so his subconscious went along with it; pretending to bring it to his lips and taking a long drag before he realized it and shook off the feeling. <em>'I gotta stop doing that.'</em> rolling his eyes at his own foolish actions and casually walked towards the entrance of the keep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>21-03-2016, 08:25:14</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://www.rpgcrossing.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=59324&amp;d=1391999699)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aryl (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245537.msg12140697#msg12140697)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Tossing ideas<br><br>"To those planning on heading out," Aryl spoke, "I hope you'll give us details of what you discover.&nbsp; If we all work together on this, we should have this world mapped out in no time."&nbsp; Personally, though, he was far less interested in running to the ends of the world just to see what was out there.&nbsp; Far better in his opinion to take it slow and have a much better chance of coming back.<br><br>He also gave Welkin a nod.&nbsp; "I know what you mean.&nbsp; Far better not to die if it can be avoided, but..."&nbsp; A simple nod explained his thoughts on the matter far better than his words could.&nbsp; Simple logic stated that it couldn't always be avoided.<br><br>Ylaine received a smile as well.&nbsp; It was certainly nice to see a cleric so concerned, because she would dedicate herself to her duties.&nbsp; "My name's Aryl, and the spells I've learned so far are a Shockwave to hit a lot of targets and a Sleep spell to incapacitate one target at a time."<br><br>Looking back to Welkin, he continued, "As the fighter, it'd be best to have you wait for a Shockwave to hit a bunch of them and then clean up, when we have that option.&nbsp; Otherwise, I'll try to just follow your lead and put enemies to sleep when they start to overwhelm you."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>El Maligno</strong> on <strong>21-03-2016, 18:12:41</strong>
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				<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BoSiITCFXUc/VoLBdlFZ0hI/AAAAAAAAAz8/UE5ei0uNelU/w426-h556/15%2B-%2B1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hiei Barzod<br><strong>Location:</strong> Old Bastion Keep | Near Front Entrance <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Vanyalanthiriel, Open<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Offer of Services <br><hr><br>Mopping up the last of his stew with the last bit of his bread Hiei wondered just how long this was going to last. Nothing was ever free, not in the real world and certainly not in this one. Hiei wished there was a bit more stew but as he relished his last bite he knew wishful thinking wouldn't get him another bowl. It was high time that they started doing something. They couldn't live off the kindness and generosity of others for to long before they became an unwanted burden. Looking around he saw that many of the others were lost in thought just as he was. No doubt they were all planning their next move whatever that was. It was strange because they all knew what needed to be done but they still needed some sort of push. Hiei was just about ready truth be told. Hunger was a constant reminder that their supplies and coin wouldn't last forever and once they went through that well....<br><br><em>We need to get movin-</em><br><br>Looking around at the sound of a female voicing what they all had been thinking Hiei watched her as she spoke but in the middle of it all he decided to look around at the people around him to see what effect if any it had on the others. A few held masks of calm without showing any emotion but others held an inspired look, a few were nodding in agreement. Hiei was just glad that even though she seemed unsure that the young warrior's speech was enough to rouse the others into action. For as soon as she was finished and sat down many people began to speak and move in turn. All of a sudden people were pairing up and with that Hiei got up ready to find himself a group. Strapping his sword to his back he moved off towards the back to get a look at the groups the better to see which one would best suit his needs or who was in need of a warrior type such as himself.<br><br>It seemed Warriors were aplenty and as he began to lose some faith he saw a dark figure slink off away from the group/ If he hadn't been paying attention then he wouldn't have noticed it for the figure moved with graceful silence. But since it was moving away from where all the activity was as he watched he saw the figure slink off into the unused office. He was wondering what could be of use there since the office was no doubt already very well browsed through. Intrigued he moved away from the others and walked towards the office. It wasn't until he was halfway there that he realized only one thing of value still resided within the office. <br><br><em>The Maps</em><br><br>That was the only thing he could come up. Now what they wanted with the maps was still up in the air. Burn them to put the others at a disadvantage. Not very nice but cunning. Copy them to have maps of their own. Very smart, long term thinking. If the latter rather than the former then this was the sort of teammate Hiei would like at his side. He wasn't sure but he was guessing it was a rouge type that he had seen. Wondering what the person was doing rather than confronting them in a hostile way he decided a much easier approach. Leaning against the wall by the door he waited patiently for whom ever was inside to come out. <br><br>It wasn't long that he waited when the door opened once more. Because he wasn't sure if he was sensed or not Hiei decided he didn't want to be rude so he cleared his throat.<br><br>"Hello, might I ask what it is you were doing? Let me see if I can guess, I don't smell smoke so you didn't burn the only thing worth seeing in this office. So I'm guessing you either took or copied the maps kept inside right? It's smart, really smart. I like that. Judging by your lack of socializing with the others, I'm also guessing; whatever your reasons, that you do not wish to join in a group."<br><br>Stepping a bit closer to the rouge he saw a pretty female with long ears. <br><br>Normally he wouldn't bother someone who clearly wanted to be left alone but her skills would be very useful and because well in truth Hiei loved a challenge. <br><br>"Even though it is clear you do not wish to have a partner or anything, how about I make you an offer? Let's team up, as you can see by my sword and armor," Hiei said as he gestured to the sword strapped to his back and his medium armor. <br><br>"I won't be sneaking around quietly in an echoing cave or room anytime soon. At least not without a lot of practice. However by the time I learn to do that I'll no doubt run out of money so...I need partner who can go unnoticed while I draw in all the attention. We could be a good team, I can play the loud noisy warrior which alerts the enemy to my presence them thinking I'm some dumb meat head while you flank them or take them from behind. Trust me...with the way I intend to fight they won't be able to take their eyes off me. At least not if they don't want to be cleaved in two. So what do you say? How about a trial run? That way if you don't think it works in the middle of an encounter you can leave me as bait." <br><br>With that said he stood with his arms crossed as he watched the female rouge.<br><br>"The name's Hiei by the way."<br><br>In truth he was not sure the rouge would be swayed but he could hope.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drake Valentine</strong> on <strong>21-03-2016, 18:54:35</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/Morkael/Evil%20Dudes/f9e33e15625b6044e9fc12b626a5f119c6d6f669_zps7bojajfe.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vhaun<br><strong>Location:</strong> Old Bastion Keep<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Directly no one, indirectly everyone.<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Making Observations<br><hr>Four days have seemed a short span of irrelevant time, although he knew funds would not last for too long. What was provided was spent carefully on his end, only things necessary for his line of work. A short blade was much more cheaper than a bow and a dulled one even more so. Sure, he could of probably had a new dagger of moderate value, but the price of one appealing worthless along with a whetstone was the better of bargains in the long run for Vhaun. Tonight, while many gathered and discussed the obvious, he focused on fine tuning the gem in the rough. His food had been gathered awhile ago, but he did not linger near the warmth of the firepit, instead he sat away from the crowd upon a nearby fallen barrel that appeared to be almost rotting out from age.<br><br>The steam from the wooden bowl wasn't simmering as much as it had been before. He could feel the cool air around him, even dressed in such simple layers of thicker clothing of his brown cloak. He paid the food no mind for the time being, sitting out down on the floor near his feet as he tended to more pressing matters at hand. Without a word he unsheathed his weapon and begun carefully tending to it with the whetstone. He wasn't sure where he knew how to do such, but maintaining a blade felt like common knowledge to him along with other things that compelled him to join such a profession in the first place. When he wasn't training within the profession with the masters or paying vivid attention to detail on things involving this world, then he was trying to piece together why he was here.<br><br>The latter he was still uncertain on, but through the course of days it was much obvious everyone else was a blind as he was on who they may have been. The only most notable thing of importance was the fact that they were all strangers and for the time being, Vhaun was contempt of letting that knowledge remain evident. Although a party appeared the most obvious of choices, he wasn't as quick to flaunt to one or offer his services as many others were doing. Instead, he kept his head lowered, the hood blanketing most of his face in darkness as the sounds of sharpening continued of stone raking across blunted blade. The shadows from the cloak shielded his face, with head downcast any could easily assumed he was focused on task at hand, but that was far from the truth. Even now, Vhaun was observing the variety of groups, making notes of who remain and who wasn't around.<br><br>Some whom were more loud and obnoxious than others, others that were cruel towards such bolstering attitude. There were even several desperate to advertise them in hopes of finding people to aid them. Every action given spoke much about their character and that was what Vhaun was silently taking note of and nothing more. If required, someone would approach him for services, if not, he would just make use of the folds of already formed groups and prey upon their spoils. There were many ways of being a rogue, such was what his master told him and he was more than aware that his kindred were far from warriors. The use of stealth, deception, and any other tactics be they underhanded or not would always keep someone of his ilk on the road of survival.&nbsp; This was why many were in a hurry to group up, because they knew the inevitable of their situations when someone else finally decided to point it out. <br><br>As for Vhaun? He was indifferent about everything, delivering a few more streaks of stone against blade to tailor the dullness into a more formidable sharpness. It still needed work as he turned and eyed the weapon in hand, but any longer and his food may get completely cold. Slipping the dagger back in its leather sheath, he finally scooped up the bowl from the floor and begun to dine in. His eating mannerism peculiar, simply drinking down the stew; something that could be better, but when hungry anything would be good, including stale or brickhard bread. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>22-03-2016, 00:28:04</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/Leone2_zpsx1ooacdj.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zephyria<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tallah, Senedra, Open<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> <hr>At the nudge that occurred, Zeph tilted her head back enough to flash a grin at her fellow warrior, appreciating both her spirit and the allowed usage of her shoulder. However, before she could utter any further commentary, be it agreement or otherwise, another in their proximity who had listened in took the chance to voice <em>her</em> opinions and it became obvious rather quickly that Zeph's questing spirit was not shared by all. <br><br><em>"No guts, no glory, eh?..."</em><br><br>Eyes of orangey gold rolled to the female as she stood seemingly with the intent to put Zeph on the spot. Yet, as uncomfortable as that should have been, the deceptively tame warrior felt nothing but an open sort of curiosity as she gave her the once, twice, and thrice over. Somehow she got the impression that enduring these sorts of long winded condemnations had become something of a skill for her, though she hadn't a clue as to the reason behind this notion. Instead she had only a vague sort of surety that this was not the first time such had occurred--ridiculous really--and that this was hardly to be the last time another felt compelled to lecture her. Still, whatever her true feelings on the matter, the female's words were heard... albeit though a filter that was uniquely Zeph. As such, the result was not embarrassment or an attempt to rebut any of the assumptions made about her character as the wizard looked directly at her, but rather general humor and interest as she returned that gaze. <br><br>As the female seemingly made her point and opted to resume her meal, Zeph sat up. A touch was given to Tallah's arm in acknowledgement of her kindness but still her attention remained on the one who would so boldly swat the nose of a not so little kitten for simply following its instincts. <br><br>"So concerned over my well-being! I'm... touched. Truly." She all but purred to the female with a flourished half bow from her seated position. "If I didn't know any better," but of course she did, "I'd think you wanted to personally guard my body, beautiful. I certainly wouldn't mind guarding yours. You know, you wash my back, I'll wash yours..." She offered with a wicked curl of her lips and a quirking of her brow, deliberately confusing things. <br><br>"I admit I usually prefer those of a more... adventurous spirit but, for you I would make an exception. If only to properly show you just what it is <em>I</em> am capable of." And now there was a hint of steel to be glimpsed beneath her otherwise teasing expression as if she in actuality hadn't taken well to being so easily dismissed or underestimated, but only just. The wizard could make of it what she would. "Of course, as noted before, if I am too much much for you surely there might be some others willing to take on an eager spirit?" She raised her voice a touch at the last, turning it into a general inquiry for those near enough to hear her. Of course, if her offer was not taken up then Zeph would have no problem setting off alone. Now roused, there was nothing that would hold her back from venturing forth to see and do what there was to see and do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Vixen</strong> on <strong>22-03-2016, 03:36:09</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://img02.deviantart.net/2002/i/2015/093/e/8/boar_s_sin_of_gluttony__merlin_by_mtrizkit-d8o79s6.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Akiko<br><strong>Location:</strong>Fire-Pit - Old Bastion <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Xenobia, Shizuka, Cairus<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Offering Help<br><hr><br>Akiko was thrilled to see that a few moments after she approached the young armored warrior two other people came forward and offered their help. Turning around at the sound of voices Akiko smiled lightly as she played with the fur on her coat by her ears. It was the beginnings of a party already. One of the new arrivals was a cute little Cleric that Akiko wanted to just squeeze because she seemed so shy. Wanting to have a little fun Akiko walked towards the young cleric as she offered her help. Her violet fur coat doing little to cover her as she grabbed the petite cleric in a one arm embrace pulling her dangerous close to her breasts as she gave her a big squeeze. <br><br>"OH course you can join us! Every group needs a good cleric, you can stay next to me!" Akiko said giving the girl a small wink. <br><br>"That way you can heal me if things get bad and I'll blast anything that comes our way." with a small snap of her fingers a tiny flame flared out before dying out. <br><br>Letting go of the cleric she looked up at the sole male of their group. Judging from his lack of a weapons she assumed he was either a wizard like herself or he was just without his gear but that seemed highly unlikely. However she wouldn't assume anything since it would be foolish to assume anything about anyone since they were all strangers to one another. She liked the confidence in his tone and it did seem that introductions were in order.<br><br>"Nice to meet you Cairus. Everyone my name is Akiko, I am a wizard. I promise to blast anything that gets in our way. If nothing else I can be flashy, you know to provide a distraction for our warrior who graciously brought us together." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steir</strong> on <strong>22-03-2016, 04:05:18</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://danbooru.donmai.us/data/3b989ff3775bbb9953dde8f826f97a5a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shizuka<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Xenobia, Akiko, Cairus<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Getting acquainted<br><hr><br>"Wa!?" was the only thing Shizuka could let out as the wizard known as Akiko came to her and pulled the cleric close with a hug. Her face was visibly a combination of surprise and mild embarassment at seeing how close she is to the well-endowed wizard's breasts. It was a good thing that another fellow adventurer approached them, with Shizuka finally let go and given time to catch her breath while introductions are made.<br><br>The man that approached them looked imposing at first, but apparently sounds like someone reliable. Shizuka isn't too sure of what the man, who introduced himself as Cairus, is capable of. He doesn't seem to be carrying any weapons, and no visible armor aside from that on his one hand. The fact that he said to just see what he is capable of later only made her even more curious. Since everyone has started introducing themselves...<br><br>"The name is Shizuka, pleased to make your acquaintance, everyone!" the cleric formally introduced herself with a bow and smiled, "Of course, I will make sure to heal any wounds incurred during the adventure. I also have Wind magic, but hopefully there won't be a need for me to use it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mysterica</strong> on <strong>22-03-2016, 04:28:25</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d2/31/fe/d231fedbf0998c65f0d1c6574606f216.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Xenobia<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Akiko, Shizuka, Cairus<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Forming a Team<br><hr>Xenobia was a little taken aback as barely a minute passed before someone came up walking towards her, particularly one so beautiful as her first guest.&nbsp; Her mouth went a little dry as she looked the woman up and down, her eyes drinking up all of the delectably exposed skin.&nbsp; In a sultry voice the woman was actually offering to join her even after her little slip up with her challenged dismount.&nbsp; The way the woman said the word roused brought a blush to Xenobia's cheeks as her mind began to wander a bit leaving her unable to answer her right away before the two were joined by first a rather pretty cleric, then a sharply dressed man with secrets to be revealed in time.<br><br>The fact that already three people were prepared to throw their lots in with hers gave Xenobia the little confidence boost she needed to recover and she quickly stepped in to greet the newcomers properly.&nbsp; "Well hello all."&nbsp; She began with a smile, standing straight trying to look a bit taller and more impressive than she actually was.&nbsp; "I'm flattered to have gotten such a nice response so quickly.&nbsp; Of course I'd be happy to have all three of you with me in our adventures, you certainly seem nice enough anyway.&nbsp; I promise that I'll do my best to protect you so long as you make sure to have my back... and front... and sides if needed.&nbsp; My name's Xenobia by the way.&nbsp; Looking forward to getting to know you all better as we go out and make new memories."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>22-03-2016, 06:55:47</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/ylaine_zps1qu4x5pf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ylaine<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aryl, Welkin, Open<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> And So It Begins<br><br>Ylaine smiled back. "A pleasure to meet you too. I mostly specialize in healing and animal charm - so that should balance nicely with your talents. I guess I'll be the one in back. We'll need at least one more, maybe two, if we're going to be able to go out safely. It's not like we can put all the dangerous work onto Welkin's shoulders." She looked around for who might best fill up their coalescing party. The room was full with candidates, but she knew that they'd have to choose wisely. So far, she felt she'd been lucky, the quiet thoughtful mage and the brash warrior seemed like good complements to her own style. Parties weren't simply about skills - they were about personalities. If the group couldn't work together, sometimes that could be worse than going out by oneself. <br><br>And it seemed the whole room knew it as well. Now that the idea of adventuring had passed through the room, it seemed like everyone had the same idea - to find people they could work with and then start exploring the great outdoors. What had been almost depression just ten minutes ago was beginning to develop an almost electric excitement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EdwardShane</strong> on <strong>22-03-2016, 07:07:33</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk101/princess_peach_1_1_1/AnimeDarkMage.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Senadra<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire Pit - Old Bastion Keep (heading towards entrance)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zephyria, Najarala, Open<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Confusion, insults, and starting a group for someone's own good.<br><hr><br>The initial response to what she had said and tried to convey to everyone in the general area...or rather, the lack of it from the next two people to speak up, was quite a bit dismaying.&nbsp; It was astonishing how many people seemed to ignore common sense when it came to this sort of thing.&nbsp; At the very least, they seemed to gather people who seemed to be reasonable, and who she sincerely hoped could help them stay alive.&nbsp; It was a relief to see that she wasn't necessarily the only one who didn't have blinders and who was looking at this rationally.<br><br>Then came the blonde's response, which was...certainly far from what Senadra had expected.&nbsp; Initially, the wizard wound up pausing in eating, her mouth agape with an eating utensil laden with food being held just in front of her face.&nbsp; The look on her face was one of bafflement, and it wasn't hard to tell that the mage was having a bit of a difficult time processing the words being sent in her direction.&nbsp; The compliment especially threw her a bit off guard.&nbsp; At some point while Zephyria spoke, the food had managed to make it into Senadra's mouth, only for her to nearly start choking on it when the mention of washing each other's backs was made.&nbsp; After a brief fit of coughing to clear her airway, she managed to spit out a single, semi-hoarse word.&nbsp; "What?!?"&nbsp; Her face was tinged a bit more pink than normal, though it was difficult to say whether the near choking caused it, or if Zephyria's words were the reason why.<br><br>Interestingly, it was the glint in the other woman's eye that allowed Senadra to put her thoughts back under control, and she narrowed her own back at the warrior in return, quite unintimidated and seemingly unafraid to poke at a potential sore spot to try and get her point across.&nbsp; She cleared her throat and then spoke once Zephyria had finished.&nbsp; "I don't really care what you <em>think</em> you are capable of, and neither will any monster any of us encounter.&nbsp; All it will take is a single capability a monster has that you don't know about, and your perceived capabilities suddenly mean jack shit when it surprises and corners you.&nbsp; If you can't listen to common sense concerning being a bit cautious about what you fight and when you fight it, then please, don't let me get in the way of your 'eager spirit.'&nbsp; Or, as I think it really should be labeled, suicidal idiocy.&nbsp; Just do me a favor and don't get anyone else killed because of your hard-headed stupidity."&nbsp; She then glanced at the guy who proclaimed he could handle things on his own, and she let out a frustrated sigh as he started walking away.&nbsp; Perhaps he just hadn't been there to hear her before, but maybe he'd actually listen to reason.&nbsp; She didn't bother saying anything further to Zephyria at that point.&nbsp; Either she'd pay attention to some logic, or she'd get herself seriously hurt.&nbsp; If not worse.<br><br>As it was, she was standing and starting to follow the man that had seemed convinced he could handle things on his lonesome without a further word to those in the fire pit area.&nbsp; When she caught up to him, or at least was at a distance he could clearly hear her, she called out to him.&nbsp; "Hey!&nbsp; Where the hell do you think you're going off to on your own, exactly?&nbsp; No one should be outside the walls alone, you know.&nbsp; There's a reason groups are forming up back in the fire pit."&nbsp; She moved a bit faster, doing her best to catch up with him.&nbsp; "Only an idiot would go out there without some kind of backup right now.&nbsp; It's suicide, with all those monsters and shit out there.&nbsp; You should come back with me, I'm sure we can find a couple more people to work with at least...and I say we, because no way am I letting you go alone."&nbsp; Well...that was one way to start forming a group, she supposed.&nbsp; She paused for a moment, her features softening a bit now that she had gotten that out of the way and she didn't have other people to chew out around her at the moment.&nbsp; "The name's Senadra, by the way.&nbsp; I'm a wizard who specializes in dark magic.&nbsp; I'm sure you'll find my skills useful, especially if you have some way to lay a real smackdown on someone.&nbsp; After all, I can cause an enemy to take extra damage for a time with one of my spells."&nbsp; That was a weird word...smackdown.&nbsp; Why had she used it?&nbsp; For that matter, why was she compelled to call people out on what she felt were stupid decisions that could get them hurt?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>22-03-2016, 11:39:34</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/veslNm9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Welkin Gray<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire pit, old bastion keep.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ylaine, Aryl, Open<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Party forming!<br><br>“Oi oi, trust me. I’m not going out there to die. If there’s anything on my bucket list, I can guarantee you ‘Getting stabbed and bleeding out over the course of hours’ is definitely nowhere near the top ten, Ylaine.” He spoke her name with a smile. “So trust me. Anyone who can keep me alive, i’m gonna promise not to make your job hell. Cuz it’s not just me you’re looking out for.” he spoke in a more polite tone, nodding his head. “So we have a deal.” Taking her hand and giving it a firm shake, his smile widened. “Glad you decided to work together though” <br><br>“Aaaand see? Aryl has the gist of it. We go in, we focus fire. We disable anyone we can to make it easier. And we get through in one piece. Way easier to say than do, but hey at this point I think we have something for ourselves. So welcome aboard too, sounds like you’ll be pretty smart. We’ll need everyone on their feet for this.” he then turned to those who did not seem to have a group, his tone cheery, and polite. “So, that leaves this forming group two spots left. I’m not gonna force anyone to join, but sounds like we got a solid foundation. Anyone wanna join? We’re open, and the more at hand, the better we can make it out. And I promise i’ll do everything I can to see us make it, i’m not the type to see others get hurt if I can help it.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>22-03-2016, 15:17:25</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/b1/d8/ea/b1d8ea1a767fcf81495b56f03181495c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vanyalanthiriel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245537.msg12137541#msg12137541)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Old Bastion Keep | Near Front Entrance <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hiei Barzod | Open&nbsp; <hr><br><em>Might I ask what it is you were doing?</em><br><br>Vanyalanthiriel’s lengthy eyebrows lifted a small fraction and dark eyes widened when she found herself at the receiving end of the sword carrier’s pointed questions. Her surprise did not last long though as it was quickly replaced by defensiveness, arms folding protectively across her leather armored chest. Plain as the luminous moon overhead the buildings and all else in the world, she could see the unspoken accusations glinting within his eyes even before he parted his mouth to let his poison further spill forth like ink upon vulnerable parchment. <br>&nbsp;<br>“And who are you exactly to ask questions of me?” Vanyalanthiriel brushed off his question with one of her own as she stared unwaveringly at his face, not moving an inch from her relaxed position against the door. Despite her growing irritation, no sharpness marred her voice. She did find it necessary to grit her teeth against each other to prevent a more discourteous retort from following the question though. <br><br>His expression was not foreign to her. She had seen it many times before upon the faces of merchants and fellow adventurers alike when they realized exactly what she was. Despite their hesitations and sometimes outright ill treatment, she did not fault them for such because she was prone to sneaky behavior. However, this time, she had not done anything to aid such judgement. Getting fresh air was not a crime or unacceptable in Old Bastion Keep. At least, it was not the last time she skimmed over the thick tome handed to them at the onset of their waking into this world.<br><br><em>Let me see if I can guess, I don't smell smoke…</em><br><br>Again, he confused her and the obviousness of it was written plainly across her elfish features. Smoke?&nbsp; Her nose twitched faintly, back and forth, against the chilled air, searching for the hidden undercurrent of cigars underneath the strong scent of food coming from where many of her fellow guild members still lingered around the blazing fireplace. <br>You didn't burn the only thing worth seeing in this office.<br><br>It became all too clear what he suspected of her upon hearing those awful words. Her cheeks actually darkened with the presence of her temper, one which threatened to spiral out of control. In a desperate effort to control her more violent urges, she buried her nails into the palms of her hands, inflicting stinging pain upon herself to resist the rising urge to do bodily harm to him. Vanyalanthiriel might not be the most enthusiastic of team players, like some, but neither would she thwart everyone else’s chances to secure her own. <br><br><em>So I'm guessing you either took or copied the maps kept inside right? </em><br><br>Unable to maintain her voluntary silence for another second, the slender elf pushed from the heavy wooden door, hood slipping from her head due to the force of it, as she stepped purposefully in her direction. “If you must know,” she said slowly in the most condescending of tones. “I have done neither. Also, I find your continuously prying into my affairs to be distasteful. Rather than attempt to guess at my actions, I advise you to simply ask a direct question. It would save us both heaps of tone because I will simply tell you to mind your own business and be done with it.”<br><br><em>I'm also guessing; whatever your reasons, that you do not wish to join in a group.</em><br><br>Vanyalanthiriel’s stance ebbed free of the tension coiled inside of her as she walked around where he stood, apparently done with the conversation. It was not until he spoke his next observation did she stop in the middle of the pathway. Turning around, she opened her mouth to really let him have a piece of her mind but her ability to speak became temporarily nonexistence due to the fact that she almost bumped into him due to their proximity and the hastiness of her movement. <br><br>Her silence gave him the perfect opportunity to speak his offer without interruption. He was indeed a baffling one. Vanyalanthiriel had figured that whatever reason brought him to her would have been eliminated, destroyed really, by her lack of receptiveness to him. And yet, he preserved, even if foolishly, towards his original goal. He would probably die within a day or so with such temperament. Upon noticing his directing gesture, she shifted her gaze to the sword resting securely upon his back before she averted her eyes to stare down the street. It was not particularly busy. Most people had retreated indoors to prepare for the next day or find entertainment away from the chilly temperatures. <br><br>“Fine,” she yielded with a shake of her hair, hardly able to believe the fact that she agreed herself, as she lifted her hand to push back an errant strand of her hair. “I’ll meet you here at dawn.” <br><br>“Vanyalanthiriel,” she offered her name before she lifted her hand to prevent him from butchering it with his clumsy tongue. “You may call me Vanya.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>24-03-2016, 02:05:49</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/ylaine_zps1qu4x5pf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ylaine<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aryl, Welkin,Zoya, Open<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Pieces of the Puzzle<br><br>"Then it's settled." The purple-haired nature cleric was very happy indeed. She was on a team and the three of them seemed convincingly intent on working together. No doubt they wouldn't always be perfectly in harmony, but all the same, it was a very promising beginning. She couldn't ask for more.<br><br>Then Ylaine considered again. The obvious hole left in their party so far was a rogue. Someone to deal with traps and scouting ahead and just plain being sneaky. Which of course led her to a revelation. Mathematically, it could be expressed as the quality of rogue one gets must by definition be inversely proportional to the amount of attention s/he receives. In other words - the best rogue is the one that remains unnoticed. And as luck would have it, there was just such a rogue nearby, though it took Ylaine a few minutes to find her. But since she knew whom she was looking for, if not necessarily where to find the rogue, it was simply a matter of time.<br><br>And so she made her way over to the quiet redhead observing in the corner. "Um... excuse me... I know this might be kind of forward and all, but... I think my friends and I..." It was entirely natural, and almost instinctive, for Ylaine to immediately convert the words <em>party members</em> into <em>friends</em>, "we could probably use someone like you on our team. If... you know... you'd like to work with us..." She left the invitation open, but despite her attempts to be casual, it was obvious that she was actually pretty interested in the prospect.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>24-03-2016, 06:53:45</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://www.rpgcrossing.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=59324&amp;d=1391999699)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aryl (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245537.msg12140697#msg12140697)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Welkin, Zoya, Ylaine, Open<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Planning<br><br>"I'd say the thing we need more is people who can dish out the damage," Aryl said.&nbsp; "My forte is more crowd control, which can work very nicely to handle terrible situations but isn't quite as flashy as what many wizards do.&nbsp; So my feelings won't be hurt if we do find another wizard who complements my style by focusing on destruction."<br><br>As Ylaine pointed out the rogue, Aryl felt a little embarrassed to have missed her - but then, rogues were fantastic at not being noticed.&nbsp; "I'm Aryl," he said with a smile and nod to her.&nbsp; "Of course you're welcome if you'd like to join in."<br><br>When he noticed Ylaine stutter at the use of the word "friend," though, he offered her a reassuring smile.&nbsp; Someone so open who made friends so easily would be a welcome asset in the wilderness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeSane</strong> on <strong>24-03-2016, 07:53:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/TNcGFy0.jpg?2)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Najarala<br><strong>Location:</strong> Old Bastion Keep | Fire Pit<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Senadra, Welkin, Zoya, Ylaine,<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Gained a friend? Out bidding for party members.<br><hr>He gave a look of turbulence at the purple haired girl as she became oh so rude to him and his decisions of leaving on his own. <strong>"What does it look like I'm leaving. Why waste my time with grouping up if they'll just get in my way?"</strong> huffing as he looked away since being called an idiot. Najarala hadn't picked a group due to how everyone had flocked to one another and left him as the lone wolf, but that wasn't entirely true. He didn't see a need to weight down others. A warrior was common place in Old Bastion and he sometimes wished he'd taken the path of a cleric; maybe then people would be of use besides just another hacker of flesh and bone. However, he wasn't like the usual warriors who carried a large weapons which spelled out compensation of other traits which they lacked.<strong><strong> "People think being in a group lowers the risk, but its actually harder."</strong></strong> He explained the the Dark Wizard or was it Witch? No matter . . . He told Senadra that the more people in a group the more people had to worry about. If someone messed up then the focus on the enemy would shift to their fallen or injured party member which gave the monsters an advantage. Being alone while seeming like suicide was just as safe if not more. The conversation would have dragged on, yet he didn't bother since she was compelled to be a hindrance in his side until he agreed to join. <strong>"Fine I'll play along for now. The name is Najarala. A warrior with with a plan over brute force. Your magic will come in handy then.</strong><br><br>There was a long harrowing silence before Naja decided to open his mouth again. <strong>"I assume that charisma your mouth wields gained more than just myself for a teammate; or am I mistaken?"</strong> Senadra had talked him into this so he expected shed mustered at least one other person. A duo party wouldn't make this trek any smoother than it would of been on his own. It would seem that he would either have to aid in the recruitment of free adventurers or at the very least convince a others to let not just himself, but the Dark Witch <em>'He was going to go with witch'</em> to boot. He waved his hand for Senadra to follow him back to the Fire Pit and went to scout. His eye acclimated to the flames, and saw another warrior making an effort. Najarala did not want to be shown up so he brushed him to the side and gave after giving a courteous apology for his interruption.<strong>"I couldn't help overhearing you... Aryl, right? Yea, why don't you two strapping gentlemen and the adorable lass come join us? The more the merrier."</strong> Selling himself as if he was some con artist and they were eating out of his hand. Yes, it was good to be strong. Being the one which could haggle and convince others to fight for you was better. Those with leadership knew that you always had those that wanted to be on the front line, and ride on the coat tails of those enthused than yourself? Besides he was only going to ride this out until he got enough money to be stable. With his smooth mouth he could sell dirt to a farmer so becoming a merchant would fetch him some coin and gear. Who know's maybe he'd actually enjoy being around them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>24-03-2016, 08:39:28</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/veslNm9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Welkin Gray<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire pit, old bastion keep.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ylaine, Zoya<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Party forming!<br><br>“Sounds great.” He added, nodding to the Cleric as he smiled a little more widely. They already had good rapport! Really, this went a hell of a lot better than he expected, but he was thinking much the same as her. They had a magic user, a cleric, and a fighter. But they lacked a rogue, and a potential fifth member, which just made things harder. Looking to Ylaine, she seemed directed or guided to someone, and after a moment, he listened to he and gave a smile when she mentioned ‘friends’ Hell yeah they were friends, only friends would be stupid enough loyal enough to adventure together and trust their lives with another!&nbsp; It was a bit quick, but hey... They had to start somewhere.<br><br>Approaching, he then just gave a smile and a nod. “Yeah! Not to well, force your hand or anything buuuut... We could use a fourth if we wanna do this whole adventuring gig. I mean, we don’t need it but it makes things a lot smoother, and its way better than flying solo, so... but you know, we’d really appreciate it if you thought about it and all. We would definitely be welcoming, and it could help you too. Think on it is all, i’m sure there are other potential groups too.” Didn’t hurt to be polite!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>El Maligno</strong> on <strong>25-03-2016, 06:21:56</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BoSiITCFXUc/VoLBdlFZ0hI/AAAAAAAAAz8/UE5ei0uNelU/w426-h556/15%2B-%2B1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hiei Barzod<br><strong>Location:</strong> Old Bastion Keep | Near Front Entrance <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Vanyalanthiriel, Open<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> A deal is struck!<br><hr><br>If he wasn't so hell bent on finding a way to get the female rouge as a teammate Hiei might have noticed that he was dangerously close to meeting her fist with his face. It wasn't that he couldn't see her annoyance it was just that he didn't see that he was the exact cause of her annoyance, merely chalking it off to her general mood or being caught. Hiei was about to steel himself for having to negotiate with her but to his great surprise she accepted his offer to help. With an encouraging grin he punched into his hand as celebrated.<br><br>"Alright! With your skills and my power we'll be rich in no time! I almost feel sorry for all those monsters." Hiei laughed as he envisioned future riches and victories to come until he realized that the female rouge had just introduced herself and it was a name that he was not familiar with and would no doubt butcher it. However it seemed that his new found teammate either day this problem before or suspected that he wouldn't be able to say it and gave him an easy way to address her. <br><br>"Vanya huh? I like it. Don't worry I promise to learn to say your name." Hiei promised<br><br><em>That's a pretty and unique name...I wonder how to properly say it....</em><br><br>Looking at Vanya he wondered if she really would give him a chance to prove himself. If anything he was determined to prove his worth. Perhaps...<br><br>"I'll be here at dawn. Bright eyed and bushy tailed. If you don't have any objections I will try to see if I can recruit someone else for our party. It might help having another pair of hands or two. Especially a healer. If not and things get hairy we'll have to rely on getting back here safely before we can get healed soon..." Hiei said before trailing off.<br><br>He volunteered himself for the task but he was not sure if there was anyone else left. Pushing his shaggy jet black hair out of his eyes Hiei waved at Vanya as he went off to check if there was anyone else needing a party. <br><br>"I'll see ya soon Vanya."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>25-03-2016, 19:27:03</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/be/Tallah2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tallah<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire Pit - Old Bastion Keep<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zephyria, Rahmi<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong><br>Apparently the purple haired woman thought she knew better than the rest.&nbsp; There was always one and usually more that believed there way was the only way.&nbsp; The fact of the matter was that stepping out into the wilds surrounding the Keep was dangerous.&nbsp; You could tip-toe along the well-trod or stride into the deeply shaded forest both had risk.&nbsp; <br><br>Despite what Lavender thought, Tallah was not reckless, she just wasn’t afraid to test her skill along the path less travelled.&nbsp; It was hardly something for the quiet warrior to argue over or get upset about.&nbsp; Her job was to place herself between the dangers of the world and her companions.&nbsp; Her job was the very antithesis of caution.&nbsp; To be real they had all signed up for dangerous work.&nbsp; If they wanted to be safe they would be a tavern wench or baker or some other citizen that never left the safety of the keep.<br><br>Apparently Zephyria’s had taken Lavender’s words as something of a challenge.&nbsp; Tallah watched the defiant Zephyria with a bemused expression.&nbsp; Subtle she was not.&nbsp; &nbsp;Loud and brash to Tallah’s quiet confidence, they were opposite sides of the same coin.&nbsp; Tallah stood from the old wooden log she had been sitting on and adjusted a buckle on her armor.&nbsp; She glanced at Rahmi with rueful shake of her head.<br><br>“So do you have any of these maps?” She asked slinging her shield onto her back.&nbsp; Tallah had little interest in staying within shouting distance of the others.&nbsp; It would be enough challenge just keeping her party alive and only serve to get them killed worrying about how the others were doing.&nbsp; She would certainly help anyone in need, but trying to keep one eye on other parties while keeping one out for danger was not a very good idea in her opinion.<br><br>It appeared that neither Zeph nor Lavender were willing to let the other have the last word.&nbsp; It was either going to end in a fight or the two women bedding one another.&nbsp; Normally she could care less what the outcome was, but she was getting antsy to explore the countryside and they had some planning to do. <br><br>She held up her had to stall Rahmi’s answer.&nbsp; “Sorry.&nbsp; Give me a moment,” she apologized and reached over to grab Zephyria by the hood that enveloped her neck and shoulders and not much else.&nbsp; Tallah tugged firmly pulling the blonde were-like creature away from her intended prey.<br><br>“Come on, you’re with us,” she said clearly amused at the entire conversation Zephyria had been having.&nbsp; “You can have your fun with her another time.&nbsp; We have planning to do.&nbsp; Besides she doesn’t seem like your type of fun anyway.”<br><br>With the little group now firmly entrenched in the shadows of the fire pit far enough away from the others as to not be interrupted or overheard she indicated that Rahmi should continue the conversation she had interrupted to gather up Zephyria.&nbsp; “Sorry, you were saying something about maps?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Vixen</strong> on <strong>26-03-2016, 02:59:49</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/2b/00/b3/2b00b33fcd1758f762782d9f57cb03d6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kira<br><strong>Location:</strong> Old Bastion Keep | Fire Pit<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Najarala, Senadra, Open<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> An intro/ Sales Pitch<br><hr><br>Kira was playing with her food as she chased the last bit of her stew around and around in her bowl. In truth she was bored. Kira really wanted to go outside and explore. She was very tired of just sitting around here all day long. It was fine the first two days but the third and fourth one...no. That was not OK. Still it wasn't like she could go out there all on her lonesome. There was no guarantee that anyone else would come with her and she wasn't yet sure that anyone else wanted to get out. But she was sure that in this building full of strangers there was bound to be SOMEONE else who wanted out right?<br><br>As she finally ate the last of dregs of her stew, the potatoes, carrots and meat being the best thing she ate all day, Kira heard a petite bow wearing warrior voice out the thoughts they all no doubt held within their heads. As she watched feeling a small grin appear on her face she was starting to tremble with excitement.<br><br><em>Yes! This was what they needed!</em><br><br>Kira admired the girl for having the guts to talk to a bunch of strangers and pretty much kick them off their butts to go outside and get some loot. Some fame and glory...<br><br><em>I think that's out there at least...</em><br><br>As the young woman finished all of a sudden various people began to talk and make plans. Right away groups were being formed right before her eyes. It was almost shocking how fast that happened since they had all been fairly inactive the last four days. Still it seemed that girl's speech was just the spark that was needed to light a fight under their more adventurous side. Kira was wondering which group she should join. It was then that she saw an attractive purple haired girl argue with a serious but sexy looking guy with a long sword. <br><br><em>Hmmm...they look...nice...</em><br><br>Kira giggled a bit as she watched the two go at it. It was very amusing to witness and she listened as they argued and strangely enough formed a team together. The long sword was a dead giveaway that the guy was a warrior, while Kira was sure that the purple girl mentioned that she was a wizard. <br><br>Walking up to the two she held her staff behind her back as she giggled a bit louder to catch their attentions and with a small wave she bowed low. <br><br>"I couldn't help overhearing you guys and I have to saw...I think I would be right in saying that with you guys I would have no shortage in entertainment." Kira started her happy-go-lucky attitude rearing up in her bubbly voice.<br><br><br><em>One way or another.....</em><br><br>"My name is Kira and I'm a cleric, but not only can I heal you, which on it's own is very helpful right? But I'm pretty quick on my feet so you don't have to worry too much about having to guard me. Also I'm not too shabby in the looks department right?" Kira said laughing at her little joke.<br><br>She stood before them waiting to see what they would say. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>26-03-2016, 04:51:34</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/Tumblr_n5yb00nhXQ1qhwzkvo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahmi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tallah, Zephyria<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Solving for X, showing my work<br><hr><br>"Ladies." Rahmi rounded a table they could share and, without touching a single meaty butcher block furnishing, stood at the far end with her feet drawn together. Beside these things made to survive contact with brawling meatheads, and between Zephyria and Tallah, she was tiny. A bending reed. If Monk had been an option when the Great Clicker had given her life, she might have been first in line, but Fate had steered her on a different path. "Excellent. A fine team. Yes, a map."<br><br>Her hand barely disturbed the opening of her bottomless satchel, but the tome she pulled from within stretched the leather obscenely like a fruit bat giving birth to a Necronomicon. Unlike the bat, it was fine afterward. Extradimensional storage was funny like that. "I trust you will find my record-keeping adequate." The tome hung open as she paged through it, every hour of every day she'd existed thus far, every room she'd explored, every person she'd encountered. There was a page for Tallah and one for Zephyria, with rudimentary sketches more concerned with speculating on their chakras than any crass physical feature- although, yes, she had noticed.<br><br>Her mapmaking was equally meticulous. A grid carefully quarantined every acre she'd explored, with delicate tracing of the guardsman's map which was, by comparison, pretty crude. Math lined the margins where she'd determined the height of the cliffs, and the distances of things on the horizon, and based on the shadows of the trees, the basic curvature of their world. "You want an edge. I'll give it to you. Help me to observe, and we'll analyze every meter of what makes Skyreach tick. Understand chance, and risk, and Fate, and no longer will you beat yourselves blue against trial and error. We will know what awaits us before we've even arrived."<br><br>Rahmi wasn't done with her bag. A slim journal s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d out with white knuckle effort, and passing the blank and nondescript thing to Zephyria, she struggled out a third for Tallah. That poor bag, and Rahmi had not even started collecting bear corpses or suits of armor. "I want you both to keep a journal. I promise to make it worth your while." For a moment she cast her dark eyes out over the other teams and the stragglers, clearly anticipating one or two more would want to join them... but...<br><br>"It seems I was given a strong work ethic but no personal magnetism. It might be worth noting."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EdwardShane</strong> on <strong>26-03-2016, 06:17:58</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk101/princess_peach_1_1_1/AnimeDarkMage.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Senadra<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire Pit - Old Bastion Keep (heading towards entrance)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Najarala, Kira, anyone currently without a group, Open (mentioning Zephyria)<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Responding, expanding her group<br><hr><br>The warrior's first response to her earned a derisive scoff from Senadra.&nbsp; "Awfully quick to leap to conclusions, assuming that people will get in your way.&nbsp; How are you supposed to know if how you fight and how they fight don't mesh without any attempts at trying going on?"&nbsp; There was something off about this guy's attitude, or at least Senadra felt like it.&nbsp; She wasn't really able to put her finger on what it was, though.&nbsp; Instead, she simply focused more on what he said next, and was about to respond to that as well when he rather abruptly agreed to join up.&nbsp; She paused for a moment before clearing her throat, changing gears where what she was going to say was concerned.&nbsp; "A plan, you say?&nbsp; Care to elaborate a bit?&nbsp; Also, I must admit, I do prefer someone who uses their brain over a meathead who doesn't think things through."&nbsp; She huffed slightly, still somewhat annoyed by the blonde woman's brashness and disregard.&nbsp; Or at least what she saw as such things, which may or may not be true observations.&nbsp; "Anyway, I'm sure that grouping up will turn out fine as long as everyone keeps their heads in line and acts like an intelligent team.&nbsp; Nice to have you on board, Najarala."<br><br>The silence that soon ensued was...a little intense, and wasn't at all what Senadra really expected.&nbsp; It seemed a little awkward, as she half expected him to speak up, and was wondering if maybe he expected similar from her.&nbsp; She was about to speak up when he finally did so, and she let out a small laugh and shook her head.&nbsp; "Well, that's a polite way of putting it, I suppose...but no, I was more in a rush to try and keep you from getting yourself killed."&nbsp; At least she admitted that she wasn't always the most pleasant of people.&nbsp; That was roughly the time that they were approached by another woman, one who made her presence known through giggling.&nbsp; Her initial words struck Senadra as odd, and she was slightly skeptical at first.&nbsp; It didn't take too long for her to warm up to the idea, as not only was this girl a healer, but it sounded like she intended to try and stay out of trouble.&nbsp; Plus...well, she supposed that the woman wasn't too bad looking at all, as she pointed out.&nbsp; "Yeah...I can't honestly say you're not a cute chick."&nbsp; More phrasing that struck Senadra as strange.&nbsp; Still, she shrugged and continued.&nbsp; No point in trying to dwell on what she couldn't explain.&nbsp; "I certainly would love to have a cleric tag along.&nbsp; Najarala, what about-..."<br><br>When she turned, it looked like he had gone to go talk to some other people and try and get them to join.&nbsp; From what Senadra saw, though, said people looked to already be in a group.&nbsp; Frowning a bit, she soon was putting a pair of fingers to her lips and letting out a shrill whistle to get the warrior's attention.&nbsp; "Najarala!&nbsp; I am pretty sure they are already in a group...in the meantime, you oughta get your ass back over here and meet the cleric that just offered us some help!&nbsp; Also, is there anyone in the house who doesn't yet have a group who might want one?"&nbsp; Anyone who listened to her earlier ranting would probably realize that she was likely to try and steer the group towards a relatively safer task, not trying to deal with monsters that were too tough for them, at least not until they had learned more about everything around them.&nbsp; Relatively being the key word.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>26-03-2016, 07:52:52</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Delete?</div><div class="spoiler_body"><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag94/Autocad-E/e5f6e70df7223025d4c9ad963868f724_zpsliturywk.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hayden<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Senadra, Najarala, Kira, Open<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Shy wizard LFG!<br><br><em>Oh, why didn't I make a warrior or something?</em> Hayden mentally grumbled to himself, not for the first time. It had seemed like a brilliant idea at the time - make a party-based character, which would force himself to get over his shyness, look for a party and interact with other people!<br><br>Then he got stuck here and everything came crashing down. <br><br>He had indeed tried to deny the inevitable and gone out solo yesterday, only to get predictably scruffed up in his first encounter with a mob of monsters, seen the writing on the wall, and retreated before consequences progressed from "a mere scratch" to "serious injury". If only he had been a warrior or rogue, he would have figured out a way to solo the game, no matter how difficult it was or how much patience it took, but trapped in his current build it was simply impossible. That left him with no other choice but to go where the rest of the players hung out, in the hopes of joining a group or something.<br><br>Though, the sheer number of people around was as intimidating as ever. It didn't help that everyone seemed to have partnered or grouped up already as far as he could see, and it didn't feel right to budge in uninvited like a third wheel. He hung around the edges of the crowd, feeling left out; some things stayed the same in both the virtual world and the real.<br><br>Then... salvation! Someone calling out "Also, is there anyone in the house who doesn't yet have a group who might want one?"<br><br>Hayden squeezed and excused his way through the throng to reach the speaker. "Um... hi!" He squeaked, brushing back a long lock of golden hair behind his ear and smoothing down the flowing blue fabric of his habit; he had gotten slightly disheveled in his haste. Tome clutched protectively to his chest he continued, "My name's Hayden... um... actually are we sticking to aliases, or using our real names now? I'm not sure... anyways, I'm looking for a group, I hope you don't mind another wizard?"<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>26-03-2016, 07:54:16</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/Leone2_zpsx1ooacdj.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zephyria<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Senedra (briefly), Tallah, Rahmi, Open<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Being a good little kitten and leaving the poor wizard alone. Grouping up.<hr>Arguing with Zephyria could at times be compared to arguing with a brick wall. One could speak until they were all but blue in the face, doing the verbal equivalent of slamming their head against the wall repeatedly, and the result would essentially be the same. Zephyria would be unmoved and they'd have a headache of epic proportions. That wasn't to say she couldn't or wouldn't be reasonable but she did find she had a distinct distaste for being talked down to as well as being told she couldn't do something. <br><br>This being the case, and Zeph being Zeph, the spunky blonde opened her mouth to utter something more which would have likely only served the purpose of further riling up the ornery little wizard but as her hood was tugged, the fabric tightening just enough about her throat, she forced herself to choke back any further comment and heed Tallah's words. Well, mostly. Unable to leave it just at that, the feline warrior flashed a troublesome smirk to her mouthy opponent and, waving her hand in a flourish, gave the indication of an unnecessary bow to accompany the unspoken promise that this was not the end of their sparring. The woman of course turned away to chase after someone else and Zephyria, being on the whole still in high spirits, did finally leave it at that. There were far more agreeable lovelies about to engage with and it seemed she was to find herself in the company of those ready and willing to venture out--to wherever.<br><br>As she and her new companions moved to a spot better suited to their discussion, Zeph took it upon herself to hop up onto the edge of the table. Her legs folded up smoothly and easily, folding her length so that she could rest her elbows upon her knees. With her chin dropped into her palms she eyed both Tallah and Rahmi curiously, the flickering light catching at the edges of her orangish gaze. The large tome was noticed as it was produced and glanced at briefly but it was the women themselves that interested Zephyria. Especially as the cleric spoke of taking trial and error out of the question. <br><br>For Zeph, the journey and all its ups and downs were part of the adventure. A part of her craved nothing more than to pit herself against the very winds of Fate. However, in truth losing was simply not an option and here was someone touting the very possibility of eliminating that very thing. Was it possible though? Would she feel fulfilled or cheated by this approach?<br><br>Thoughts swirled through the warrior's mind yet none made it past her lips. If nothing else, Zeph was a creature open to chance and this--however it turned out--was a chance. At least, that was what she decided as she took the foreign journal that was offered to her.<br><br>"Make it worth my while?" Zephyria's brow quirked in Rahmi's direction and oh goodness there was that grin again. Tapping upon the cover she tested it, even lifted it to her nose to sniff at it. Unconcerned by her own odd habits she opened her mouth to bite down on it but with a glance at her two companions seemed to think better of it and instead opened it to flip through its blank pages, listening as she did so. <br><br>"Well, I have plenty of magnetism," she had the strangest urge to literally pop the hood that draped about her neck but instead ruffled her own hair in a way that was quickly becoming habit. "But in this case I think we might actually benefit from my restraint. I don't object to more companions, certainly not if it means more body heat to keep warm at night, but if my earlier <em>conversation</em> was anything to go by we'll have less trouble this way." Zeph snorted in a rather unladylike fashion and glanced after the wizard from before, her eyes narrowing briefly before darting away. "Anyhow, I have to be frank. I don't mind the gift and all but if you're expecting me to write down my deepest thoughts and feelings for you, that's not likely to happen." Nor would notes of the sort that Rahmi seemed to enjoy. That sort of meticulousness was simply not her style. More than likely her journal would be filled with faces and stories--if she remembered to write in the thing at all. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>26-03-2016, 08:59:16</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/Siora_zpskpyfy9re.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Siora Skyhawk<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Entering &amp; Looking<hr>"May the Passions of the Goddess be with you."<br><br>For four days Siora had been saying such things with increasing frequency. The why behind the words was still murky, as were many other things that had popped into her head in that time, but as the words left her lips in a rich warm tone touched by secrets and honey she felt a pulse in her chest and a sense of rightness that said to her that she was indeed on the right path. Perhaps then, she thought as she bowed her head, she needn't worry about such things as the why would reveal itself in time. Or so she could hope.<br><br>Placing a kiss upon the dear citizen's head she smiled and watched him leave before turning herself, the soft clink of the bronze that covered her chest and biceps as well as the shift of the flowing fabrics that draped about her hips the only audible accompaniment to her motions. Despite the chill and deepening night, she strolled unhurried toward the fire pit and what would be her dinner for this night wondering if there was to more than the simplicity of the past four days to look forward to. Thus far it had been peaceful but even while the feeling that she was doing the right thing remained, there was an undeniable fire in her veins that urged her to more. What that more was... well, there always seemed to be more questions than answers in life and this was no exception. <br><br>As the pulse that had brightened her smile initially finally faded so too did her expression until her visage was nothing more than a guarded mask. Nearing the fire pit and those around it, she noted that the others had been busy while she'd been delayed. The various faces who had become at least familiar strangers to her seemed to be breaking off and grouping up, which was quite different from previous nights. Unfortunately, even on those nights, Siora had failed at the task of getting to know anyone and looking at them all scattered about now, she worried she might be left behind in this. Her funds were dwindling the same as any other and if she could not turn idea into action, she'd find herself forced to take to the wilds alone or else take up a profession that might kill her spirit. <br><br>The tall cleric worried but her face gave not even the slightest of hints as to the direction of her thoughts, the set of her features all but blank excluding the intensity that simmered in her silvery blue gaze. Moving with a slow, fluid stride, looking here and there she opted to hold off on claiming a bowl of stew in favor of determining the state of things and the prospects of her immediate future--though her stomach did protest the decision somewhat loudly. With her wild red locks pulled back she was able to openly face those who noticed her and her posture remained almost regal as she glanced here and there for someone approachable as if in defiance of the amount of tanned flesh left bared by her attire or the slightly embarrassing noise generated by her lack of food. Goddess above but she hoped no one had heard that!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>26-03-2016, 17:40:49</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/ylaine_zps1qu4x5pf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ylaine<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aryl, Welkin, Najarala, Senadra, Kira, Hayden, Open (Mentioning Siora and Rahmi)<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Always be Closing<br><br>Conversation went on with the rogue for a bit, but it was largely fruitless - mostly promises of cooperation without any firm commitments. So it was a bit of a relief to be accosted by someone else. They still didn't have a rogue, of course, but having a few more people to count on never hurt. Especially when one of them was intent on describing her as adorable. (Ylaine was just as vulnerable to flattery as any other reasonable person.) <br><br>"I wouldn't be so quick to dismiss our interest," she replied to the female warrior. "Although it seems you've already started coalescing into a group of your own as well, I don't see any reason why we can't work closely. I'm sure at some point you might need of someone with one of our skills, or vice versa. And though six is sometimes way too many people to be heading through a dungeon, sometimes you need that many, right? As Naji said, the more the merrier, right? I'm Ylaine by the way." Her smile was all flowers and sunshine, and though she was thinking through things strategically, that didn't mean the sentiments weren't sincere. Flowers and sunshine were simply her way. Each cleric seemed to have her (no hims as far as she could see) - there was that very mysterious mystical one, and then there was the one who just entered the room just oozing some kind of sexy energy. She wasn't quite sure about Kira - she probably had a vibe but whatever it was, Ylaine didn't really pick up on it yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>El Maligno</strong> on <strong>26-03-2016, 21:12:33</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BoSiITCFXUc/VoLBdlFZ0hI/AAAAAAAAAz8/UE5ei0uNelU/w426-h556/15%2B-%2B1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hiei Barzod<br><strong>Location:</strong> Old Bastion Keep |Fire Pit<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Siora, Vanyalanthiriel (mentioned), Open<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Recruitment Sales Pitch<br><hr><br>Hiei was wondering if he'd have any luck finding someone else to group up with. It would be much better for them if they could gain a healer or even another swordhand but really he'd be OK with anything at all. Making his way back to the Fire pit Hiei figured it would be the best place. Perhaps there was someone who had not yet joined or another small group that needed more people. Breaking himself away from his thoughts he saw various people talking together. No doubt these were the groups that had been formed already. Looking around he saw a few people standing around but off to his right he saw a brilliant flash of red that caught his attention. <br><br>It wasn't some fancy cloak or a bright shirt, it was someone's hair! The flaming locks stood out very much with the darker tones all around the female who stood apart from any group. <br><em><br>Maybe she needs a group.... </em><br><br>With a shrug, he began walking towards the red haired beauty. Examining her as he made his way towards her he figured that she had to be a magic user, for there were no visible weapons on her person...unless she was a very skilled rouge no doubt it was possible for a rouge to appear unarmed when in actuality they held many daggers or knives. One other thing that stood out that he noticed right before he opened his mouth were her eyes. They held a silvery blue sheen that stood out even more on her face considering her flaming red hair. <br><br><em>wow...focus dude focus... </em><br><br>Raising a gloved hand in greeting Hiei began his attempt to recruit another member. After all he did sort of succeed in recruiting Vanya. <br>&nbsp;<br>"Hello, my name is Hiei. Just going out on a limb here and guess that you haven't found a group yet? If so would you like to join well me and my teammate who is actually not here right now. She's a rouge named Vanya. Well her real name is much longer but I'd prolly butcher it up without her here to correct me but that's what I call her. Anyways there's only two of us so we have plenty of room for another person. I'm a warrior." Hiei began as he also gestured to the sword strapped to his back. <br><br>"So I'll be sure to keep whatever we come across so busy they won't have time to look at you." Hiei said with a small laugh.<br><br><em>Well that's the plan at least....I'll have to do my best...</em><br><br>"So what do you say, are you up for some adventure and very hopefully a way to gain some coin for our stomachs Firehair? What's your name if I may ask? " Hiei asked. <br><br>He felt like he was babbling a little but it was likely because this young woman was stunning and that threw him off a little. Still it was better to inform the red haired woman as much as possible. Maybe she wouldn't like the idea of being a three man team or perhaps she might have more people to bring into their group. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 00:45:25</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/veslNm9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Welkin Gray<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire pit, old bastion keep.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ylaine, Aryl, Najarala<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Party forming!<br><br><hr><br>That was getting them nowhere. Seeing the rogue being disinterested, Welkin soon moved on and sought to focus on other things. One of the other fighter types moved to his group, asking on working together which caused Welkin to snap back to attention. Too focused on scouting members to realize he was being scouted too, kinda. “Oi oi, I think it’s a good idea to stay kinda separate for now, stranger.” He spoke to Naja, keeping a polite tone, but a little wary of the man. “I think combining the two could weaken the groups as we both seem to lack some synergy that we would need. None of us have a rogue yet, so we kind of lack that whole damage aspect. I can lay on the hurt, but I can’t quite kill as efficiently. And I kinda think doublin’ down on that weakness could cause issues later. Besides, if we have 6, I think that means someone has to get the boot. S’no fun, right?” he asked, giving a small smile. “Plus I got the best wizard and cleric I could ask for really, I guess I gotta keep ‘em close. But we can still work together amiably i’m sure. We aren’t isolated as groups and can work together, still. Right?” There was a slight tone of competition in his voice, was this warrior trying to muscle up on his people?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Autocad</strong> on <strong>28-03-2016, 04:06:28</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag94/Autocad-E/07c938fee2fd7daf5d62c6d9e5d3a32c_zps3btdlufy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jessica Lunaris (Jess for short)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire Pit - Old Bastion Keep (just arrived!)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Hello World!<br><br>"AaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiEEEEEEEEEE!"<br><br>The scream - getting louder by the second - came from a diminutive young woman in white who was running into the old keep as quickly as her short legs would allow, the bunny-ear headband she wore over her blonde hair flopping wildly with each step. <del>(And not just the bunny ears.)</del> As she neared the fire pit, she tripped and fell over flat on her face with a thud, both arms still stretched out above her head.<br><br>Raising her head to look up at the gathering, she cried out. "Save yourselves! The monsters are right behind..." she looked back, and saw a notable lack of bloodthirsty evil monsters hot on her heel hungry for her soft flesh, "me..." she trailed off sheepishly.<br><br>She bent her knees and positively <em>bounced</em> back upright. "Jessica Lunaris reporting in!" She shouted out, clicking her heels together at attention and throwing a salute with <em>both</em> hands for maximum saluteyness, "But you can call me Jess for short! Hellooooo wooooorld! Ohmygosh are you guys forming parties? Pick me, pick me! I can go all kissy kissy healy healy for you guys and then all smitey smitey bam banhammar'd on all the bitches!" Jess was fairly bouncing on the balls of her feet in excitement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>28-03-2016, 07:16:29</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/cbZSzZ6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cairus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Xenobia, Akiko, and Shizuka<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Getting involved<br><br>Cairus smiled excitedly, knocking his knuckles together once more as the three girls accepted him into their budding party. <strong>"Excellent!"</strong> He said, listening to the three of them introduce themselves one after the other. He took specific care to file away each of their names, so that he wouldn't have to deal with that awkward moment later on where he'd forget one of their names out in the field. Xenobia, Akiko, and Shizuka... Got it! With that concern out of the way, there were a few others that Cairus felt it was important to bring to the table before this group got any more solidified. Specifically when it came to something else that the woman from earlier had mentioned, before Xenobia's whole outburst. <strong>"Now then... What say we try to find ourselves a fifth team member? I remember earlier, somebody said that five was generally the magic number when it comes to adventuring parties... I feel like finding ourselves another frontline fighter, maybe one with some good thick armor, would be a lovely addition to our little team here, don't you agree?"</strong><br><br>Cairus didn't want to outright say it, but he wasn't the most durable man alive. If there was somebody out there that was willing to put their bodies between him and the monsters they'd be facing, he'd be all in favor of finding them and having them along.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>28-03-2016, 17:42:22</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/ylaine_zps1qu4x5pf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ylaine<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aryl, Welkin, Zephyria, Tallah, Open<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> More Friends<br><br>This still left the problem of the gaping hole in her party. Ylaine cast about the room some more and finally focused on another group of two. They were both warriors from the looks of things, but maybe a tough frontline could make up for the lack of a rogue. To that end, she walked up to the pair and said, "It looks like both of us are about halfway to where we need to be. My name's Ylaine, and I think I need to find some more people me and my friends could trust." She smiled, a clear sign that she was willing to extend said trust to the pair. "Welkin's handy in a fight, and Aryl's got some good crowd control powers, and me... well, I think Lindsay put it best when she said every party can use a cleric, right?" She folded her hands behind her back and rocked on her heels as she waited for their answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeSane</strong> on <strong>29-03-2016, 07:24:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/TNcGFy0.jpg?2)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Najarala<br><strong>Location:</strong> Old Bastion Keep | Fire Pit<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ylaine, Welkin, Senadra, Kira, and Zephyria<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong><br><hr><br>This Ylaine woman was nice enough. If every given the chance he'd try and talk to her later. She seemed very naive, but Naja had no intention of being cruel to her; maybe a chance to chat mostly, but he couldn't say that for the rest of her group. He was tempted to shoot a glare at Welkin, but that would be too aggressive if he would one day team up with them. <strong>"Lack synergy? Well I can believe I'm being judged so poorly by <em>Bai-guei</em>."</strong> Shrugging his shoulders as he gave a enthused glance at Welkin. There was tension between the two warriors, yet he would keep the hostility in check for now. With all these people around it would look bad to have a fight break out. Reputation and all that. <strong>"Yea I'll tell my group to watch out for yours. I mean someone on your team has to carry the equipment right?"</strong> dishing out a hefty low blow to the blonde man's ego before strolling off with a his head up high. Mentally he write down that he would have to knock out that other warrior, but that was much further down the line. <strong>"I wish you all the luck in the word . . .&nbsp; You'll need it."</strong> saying this in a dismissive tone while waving his goodbye.<br><br>He came back to Senadra and chuckled at how she acted. The Wizard acted more like a mother figure since she cared about others rather than herself, but that couldn't be helped. It had seemed that she was more successful in finding another member for their party. Naja had been proven wrong this purple haired girl could back up her words. It was a fiery redhead that caused him to feel his heart to go a flutter for the first time in four days. <strong>"God your gorgeous..."</strong> He said without thinking as he was charmed by her beauty. He was in a stupor as slowly regained his composure along with his own jaw.<strong> " I'm Najarala, a warrior and I assume you already met our Leader."</strong> He shed the responsibility on someone who would for one do the job rather than sit on his ass all day and watch them fight. Having a Cleric on their side meant healing without having to spend money they couldn't worth dishing for weak healing potions. <strong>"I hope you do much more than healing when out of combat."</strong> giving a playful wink before he bumped Senadra with his hip so she could grab another person. The warrior had a conquest within the Old Bastion she just didn't know it yet.<br><br>Najarala was quick to come out of his funk as he had others to talk to so openly, but he still wasn't all to thrilled the teaming up thing besides having two female members on his party. If he could get a few more he'd technically have his own little harem. That could potentially beat the crap out of him if he stepped out of line, all that did was bring a lecherous smile to spread. His attention averted Kira and saw the blonde haired woman Naja had been trying to talk too. The method was giving that particular girl food since he never had much of a desire to eat three times a day so he shared his rations with her at times. They had never talked even to introduce one's self, yet it would seem that she was being talked to by Ylaine no doubt to bolster her ranks as well. A shame.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steir</strong> on <strong>29-03-2016, 09:26:24</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://danbooru.donmai.us/data/3b989ff3775bbb9953dde8f826f97a5a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shizuka<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Xenobia, Akiko, Cairus, Open<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Looking for one more? Also admiring clothes<br><hr><br>"Either another warrior, or we could look for someone that is capable of scouting ahead?" Shizuka suggested in thought as she had a finger rest under her lips, looking to the other groups that are forming in the room. There are all sorts of people gathering together and forming teams as they themselves discussed what to do. She counted those who seem to still be lacking teammates, and noted there are two groups who have two members each in the room. Shizuka wondered if one of these four would be willing the join them, seeing that another group had approached the two women who appeared to be warriors.<br><br>"At worst, we can manage with the four of us as long as we pay attention to our surroundings, I think..." the cleric added as her attention seemed distracted by the newcomer - a cleric garbed in a more daring outfit with rabbit ears. Shizuka mentally questioned the safety of such a revealing outfit when facing dangers outside, but is nevertheless impressed at the craftsmanship of the latter's costume.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Vixen</strong> on <strong>30-03-2016, 00:25:36</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/2b/00/b3/2b00b33fcd1758f762782d9f57cb03d6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kira<br><strong>Location:</strong> Old Bastion Keep | Fire Pit<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Najarala, Senadra, open<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> A team is forming!<br><hr><br>Kira held her staff behind her back as she watched their warrior go off to another group possibly in an attempt to recruit more members. It was a good thing too because already there seemed to be less and less people off by themselves. It was getting close for groups to be sealed she was sure but Kira could still see a few people who might need to join another group in order to hit a decent sized group. Standing next to their purple haired leader Kira looked around to see if anyone would join up on them once Senadra made her loud announcement. It would be the best way for someone to join their team even if they were nervous or shy. Well maybe they were too shy? Kira had never had that problem before but while it was difficult for her to try to see that point of view she knew not everyone was as open as she was. <br><br>Turning around Kira saw that their sexy warrior ended up getting into an argument to which she covered her smile and muffled her giggle. Soon he was approaching them once more and as Kira turned to listen to this group nearby her teammate warrior suddenly said,<br><br><strong>"God your gorgeous..."</strong><br><br>Which surprised her greatly her eyes widened suddenly and she blinked several times before a small grin appeared on her face as she blushed. <br><br>"My aren't you a blunt one?" Kira said as a small giggle escaped her. <br><br>"You're not so bad looking yourself Mr.Warrior." Kira continued as she accepted his compliment. It was very flattering and she saw it as a bonus to joining this group. She had a sexy warrior to play with and a purple haired beauty. A small bit of mischievous thrill rushed through her body. She smiled as he mentioned Senadra and mentioned that he hoped she did more than healing. <br><br>"Oh I do more than heal, I have a wide variety of talents." Kira said suggestively returning the wink.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>It was fun being so playful. She was getting a good vibe from Najarala as he introduced himself. Wondering if there was any way she could help out with recruiting Kira turned towards their leader. <br><br>"So fearless leader&nbsp; is there any way I could help with recruitment?" Kira asked as she twirled her staff around her in a small circle.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Skyreach - Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Vixen</strong> on <strong>30-03-2016, 00:49:07</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://img02.deviantart.net/2002/i/2015/093/e/8/boar_s_sin_of_gluttony__merlin_by_mtrizkit-d8o79s6.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Akiko<br><strong>Location:</strong>Fire-Pit - Old Bastion <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Xenobia, Shizuka, Cairus, Zephyria<br><strong>Notable Content:</strong> Extending a hand (creating a mental harem&nbsp; &gt;:) )<br><hr><br>Akiko stood off to the side of her group as she eyed an athletic, curvy blonde from another group. She kept her ears open but her eyes were busy. She wasn't rude, really she wasn't in fact if the group stayed as is she would have more than her fair share of delectable companions to...play with. While she was making sure the group held what they needed to survive that didn't mean she couldn't partake in a little....team building exercises. You know...to foster deeper and closer bonds. Nodding her head when the others talked about bringing in another person Akiko voiced her approval. Their petite leader was a warrior herself and one who looked as if she had a long reach but perhaps she wouldn't mind to some help out there on the field. Taking a look at the blonde Akiko wondered if her gut was right in telling her that the woman was definitely a powerhouse. <br><br>"Wait here. I see someone we might like." <br><br><em>I know I do..... </em><br><br>With a small flick of her cloak she was on her way approaching the blonde. Her heels clicked lightly as her cloak flowed out behind her with a slight sway of her hips. When she got close to the blonde when she was finished talking to a young man who appeared to be a warrior as well she lightly tapped her shoulder. Letting her husky voice purr in appreciation Akiko did her best to recruit yet another person for her harem...oops for her group. <br><br><em>Mental harem....</em>&nbsp; <br><br>A small intern chuckle aside she said "Hello, My name is Akiko I am a wizard and I represent that group over there."<br><br>She pointed at her group over her shoulder as she maintained eye contact with the athletic blonde. <br><br>"We are in need of a fifth person for our group. Right now we have two wizards, a cleric and a warrior. Do you think you'd be interested in..."<br><br>Akiko decided to lay a little charm and let her sentence hang in the air to make it seem as if she was asking for something else entirely different which she was but the blonde wouldn't know that for sure yet, she played with&nbsp; a small lock of her hair with one hand and lightly touched the blonde's arm. <br><br>"...joining our group or has some group been smart enough to grab you for themselves already? I wouldn't be surprised. What shall I call you?"<br><br><em>That way I know what name to yell out...</em><br><br>Akiko didn't know if the blonde was attracted to girls nor was she banking on her suggestive tactics to work 100% not everyone was susceptible to flattery or maybe her attentions were unwanted either way Akiko wouldn't be offended if she was shot down. It was life it happened. Besides she could still look. 
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