The League of Extraordinary Damsels!  (Story Thread)
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				Title: <strong>The League of Extraordinary Damsels!  (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-03-2012, 20:34:44</strong>
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				<strong>What Has Gone Before...</strong><br><br>Her Serene Highness, Crown Princess Victoire, being of the blood and lineage of two proud lines yet by her sex considered a weak heir at best, courted scandal by encouraging a certain nobleman of high repute to approach her in a manner both unseemly and yet utterly innocent.&nbsp; She, being a proud beauty, had gathered word from far-flung sources that her maternal uncle, Dom Pietro, had no end of schemes and plans to move against the kingdom of her birth, and like any other true child of the land sought the advice of one known to be wise.&nbsp; That it would have caused some small scandal was of less import to her than the woe that would befall those people who were hers by birth and by right.&nbsp; So they met, he disguised as a foreign noblewoman at a masked ball held for her mother's birthday, and from that brief discussion great matters were born.<br><br>Within a fortnight, writs were delivered to various and sundry individuals of interest, summoning them to meet at a modest manse in the Rue Frederique upon a certain date, there to discuss how they might best be of service to the mysterious Duc du Masque, the most eccentric of lords.&nbsp; And there, this history must by needs begin: with the rain and the night and that first meeting at the Duc's townhouse.<br><br><strong>The League Forms</strong><br><br>It is, by the perverse logic of Nature's whim, unseasonably chilly for late Spring, and the rain pounds relentlessly down on the capital.&nbsp; Those who have no pressing business out of door huddle by the fire and are thankful for it, while those who must needs go out hurry as best they can.&nbsp; Thus our travelers arrive at a modest townhouse in the Rue Frederique, as per the instructions each has received in an unsigned letter.&nbsp; Being admitted swiftly and escorted into a study with a roaring fire and glasses of strong brandy to chase off the chill, you are left for a few moments to converse among yourselves... <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>12-03-2012, 21:56:29</strong>
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				Selena Blackstone enters the room, surrendering her sodden cloak to the door man, and carefully wipes the water from her hat before returning the plume to it. Now, once more properly attired, her green eyes gaze around the room with interest before she moves to stand to the side of the fire, warmed but not highlighted by the flames.<br><br>One hand flicks the raven locks that fall to her mid-back in an effort to allow some of the heat to penetrate the silken curtain covering the back of her neck. Despite her obvious chill she makes no move toward the brandy sitting out on the table as she waits for the other guests or her mysterious host to arrive.
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>16-03-2012, 15:21:46</strong>
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				&nbsp; Naomi carefully sheds her cloak and wipes her boots before padding up behind her savior--Selena Blackthorn.&nbsp; The girl's ginger hair was drawn back into a long pony tail at the nape of her neck, and she had expressive bangs.&nbsp; Given her tendency to favor her acrobat's motley's over dresses, the shape of her body was on full display beneath the emerald trigger and leather, though her most private areas were occluded by a far from knee length skirt.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; How did she hide her knives under that anyway?&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; She froze for a moment, awestruck once again by Selena's raven tresses.&nbsp; flushing for a moment, she shook and stepped up next to the older girl.&nbsp; "Do you suppose it's a trap, Miss Blackstone?" she asked for the third time.&nbsp; "Never mind, I have decided that my paranoia has become passe."&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-03-2012, 16:24:24</strong>
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				Your wait is not long: a lanky, dour-faced older man in well-made but plain clothes enters, followed by the doorman.<br><br>"...to it that any late arrivals are shown in at once."<br><br>"Of course, sir."<br><br>"Excellent.&nbsp; You are dismissed."&nbsp; The doorman withdraws and the dour-faced man turns his attention to you.&nbsp; After a moment he makes a peculiar face, which reflection shows is probably meant to be a welcoming smile.&nbsp; "And here we are.&nbsp; I trust you found your way pleasant enough, under the circumstances?"<br><br>He crosses to the desk and retrieves a sealed letter.<br><br>"I pray you pardon me for a moment while I attend to my lord's instructions concerning this meeting.&nbsp; It may be I shall even be permitted to discuss what very little I know of this matter.&nbsp; Ah!&nbsp; Forgive me.&nbsp; I am M. Valliant, steward to His Grace the Duc du Masque.&nbsp; His Grace is not presently in town, having found pressing business on his estates and elsewhere.&nbsp; He sends his apologies and desires that you make yourselves at home in these modest lodgings as his guests."<br><br>He breaks the seal and reads the letter, his expression darkening with every passing moment...
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				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>16-03-2012, 22:52:38</strong>
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				As Naomi once again asks if it could be a trap Selena finally answers.<br><br>"I suppose that a young woman should always be cautious when invited to the house of a 'nobleman' regardless of his reputation. I also believe one should never drink before business even if one trusts whoever poured the drink."<br><br>As the men entered she fell silent, waiting for them to speak. She raised a slender eyebrow slightly at his attempt at a greeting and further when he mentioned that their host was out of town. But it was his rapidly darkening expression which finally prompted her to speak.<br><br>"Is there some trouble, good sir?"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 01:54:55</strong>
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				&nbsp; The redhead smiled wryly.&nbsp; "I pray your lord's journey was dryer than ours."&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; She fell silent as he read the letter, perching on the edge of the chair and waiting.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 03:16:08</strong>
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				M. Valliant seats himself heavily, setting the distressing letter aside and rubbing his temples.<br><br>"His Grace has seen fit to indulge his singular humor for peculiarities," he replies.&nbsp; "The essence of the arrangement is this: he wishes to offer you a commission, discretely, in his personal service.&nbsp; This commission to commence immediately, and with this townhouse at your disposal for the duration, along with whatever humble aid I and the staff may personally be able to provide."<br><br>He straightens up.<br><br>"He has also left sealed instructions to be provided to you, upon the happy event that you are willing to accept his offer.&nbsp; You have, I believe, no pressing engagements upon your time and skills?"
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				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 07:00:48</strong>
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				Now quite intrigued, but still wary, Selena once again addressed the steward.<br><br>"While you are correct in that we have no pressing engagements of our talents, and while the offer of such rich hosing and service is indeed a generous one, I trust you won't take it amiss if I enquire as to what his Grace wishes to commission us for? Forgive me if I cause offence but I can think of quite a few things a man with the power and influence of your master might want with a pair of young ladies that I would be... adverse to providing. On the other hand given masters reputation, and your own mention of our 'skills', this does not seem to be what he desires. None the less I would know more of his intentions before agreeing to enter his service be it openly or discretely."
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 17:07:15</strong>
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				M. Valliant blushes.<br><br>"Not <em>that</em>, certainly," he splutters.&nbsp; "His Grace has plenty of other opportunities to pursue such dalliances.&nbsp; Rather, he wishes you to become his personal agents on vital business...and that on behalf of Her Serene Majesty, Princess Victoire."
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 18:52:47</strong>
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				Pink lips smiled in wry amusement as the chamberlain sputtered.&nbsp; Naomi flashed Selena a quick grin as if she'd done something clever.&nbsp; <br><br>A red eyebrow arched at the mention of the princess.&nbsp; The girl in green turned to her friend, hair swishing between the chamberlain's eyes and what her lips were doing to her friends ear.&nbsp; "I'd like to do it, Selena, but not without you."&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>20-03-2012, 20:06:03</strong>
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				Selena gave a small nod at Naomi's words before focusing on M. Valliant once more. She suddenly grinned hugely and her body posture seemed to change from cautious and reserved to open and eye grabbing without her appearing to move at all. In a moment she had gone from still and easily overlooked to the natural focal point for all eyes in the room.<br><br>"In that case it would be my pleasure to accept your lord's most generous offer on both our behaves. What would his Grace have us do for her Majesty, and himself of course?"
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 18:38:00</strong>
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				The sour-faced man silently holds out the smaller sealed envelope.<br><br>"I know not what matter he desires you to resolve, for he has given strict instructions that you alone should read this.&nbsp; Future instructions shall be provided in much the same manner, that I and the staff may honestly answer any inquiries with ignorance.&nbsp; I caution you to speak of the contents only with great discretion."<br><br>The smaller envelope, once taken, bears the Royal Seal rather than the Ducal one.&nbsp; The message within is written in a delicate hand, neat and tidy, with a minimum of flourishes:<br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Lady Beatrix delAmante, the self-styled Countess d'Azif, has in her custody a young gentleman of singular qualification.&nbsp; We desire his discrete liberation with utmost haste, for reasons that shall become clear.&nbsp; His given name is Armand.&nbsp; -V-</em></span><br><br>"I am instructed," M. Valliant muses, "to provide you with fresh horses come morning, and a hundred pistoles for your expenses.&nbsp; For now, I shall leave the two of you some privacy to discuss the matter.&nbsp; When you desire my presence again, simply give the bell-pull by the door two smart tugs."<br><br>He withdraws, looking even less happy than he did when you arrived.
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				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 18:55:24</strong>
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				Selena nods to the man as he departs, then turns and passes the letter to Naomi. She moves to whisper in the other girls ear.<br><br>"Seems to me that the first step would be finding the home or homes of this 'Countess', then trying to find out which one the man is held at. We could ask here but that would give away our destination, if not our purpose, which would rather undermine the point of not letting the staff know our missions. What do you think?"
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 23:52:57</strong>
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				&nbsp; Green eyes wandered the fine furnishings and hot fire, then squeezed shut.&nbsp; "This place is going to go to my head," Naomi groaned.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; She nodded, then forced a smile.&nbsp; "You always case a place before you go in.&nbsp; Unless the rain gets so heavy that the streets start to empty, I'm ready whenever you are."&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; A thunderclap from outside drew another sigh from her lips, and she sagged down into an overstuffed chair.&nbsp; "Or maybe we should do as our employer suggests and wait 'til morning?&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; She couldn't help but twitch a slight smile as she leaned forwards and settled her rear more comfortably into the cushy chair.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 00:22:22</strong>
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				Selena couldn't help but smile at her companion's behavior before shaking her head a little. She once again moved to where she could whisper to Naomi, in case any of the servants were attempting to eavesdrop on them.<br><br>"The point I was <em>trying</em> to make, my clever young thief, is that I, for one, don't even know if the so-called 'Countess' has a house in the city at all, or if she lives in some country manor and simply rents a house or some rooms at a hostel when she's in Paris for court. So unless you know something I don't... I rather think we need to find out that little tidbit before we go 'casing' anywhere."<br><br>She then proceeded to give her associate in crime a slightly scolding flick on the ear.
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 10:46:52</strong>
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				&nbsp; The redhead's cheeks went rosy as her nose was flicked, and she murmured, "That's what I meant."&nbsp; Her pout was adorable.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; After a moment, she straightened up and continued--behind the curtain of red hair--"Do you suppose there's any maps or, I don't know, party ledgers around here that will help us out?"&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 11:33:35</strong>
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				Selena couldn't help but grin at Naomi's reaction, but she nodded at the suggestion.<br><br>"Only one way to find out."<br><br>Having said that she moved over to the desk, intending to start her search there as the most likely location. If they failed to find anything of use in the room she would summon Mr. Valliant and request a map of the city marked with the lodgings of all the nobility while they were staying there. There were enough nobles that it would give away no truly important information and there was no telling when it might be useful again in their new employment.
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 17:51:39</strong>
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				A quick search of the study reveals an atlas at a useful scale, and a few minutes perusal shows clearly the location of the Isla d'Azif, which is some ways off the Kingdom's southern coast.&nbsp; Judging by the illustration, there's a castle there...and the tiny skull and crossed blades flag flying from the highest tower gives some idea of what the locals are probably like!<br><br>Although the letter does not indicate that the young gentleman in question is being held on the island, and there's many a league between here and the nearest port where a victim might be stashed, odds are that the castle will like as not prove to be a good place to focus your attentions in the long run.<br><br>There might be other resources available, but that's a question for the good M. Valliant.
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				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 18:17:12</strong>
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				Selena carried the atlas over to her companion.<br><br>"Look here Naomi, an isle of the same name as the so-called 'Countess', with a castle on it! I think we're going to need a ship, one with a crew that's both loyal and doesn't ask questions. What think you?"
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 14:22:54</strong>
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				&nbsp; Knowing little of the way of books, Naomi had amused herself by producing a dagger and juggling it idily from hand to hand.&nbsp; Now that the folio was revealed to contain maps, though, she became rather more comfortable with it.&nbsp; Replacing her dagger, she traced the route to the caste without quite touching it.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; "Now I understand the traveling expenses," the redhead murmured.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 19:30:19</strong>
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				Selena gave the other girl a nudge.<br><br>"And? Your the one with the just-barely-legal contacts. Where do we go to find a ship with a crew that doesn't ask questions and doesn't mind a few gunshots? We can probably barrow some horses from his Grace's stables to get to the shore."
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 19:39:49</strong>
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				&nbsp; The redhead chuckled and spread her hands helplessly.&nbsp; "Gypsies aren't exactly known for going to sea."&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 19:49:12</strong>
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				That settled, the next order of business (after a good night's sleep) is to head out on the road, making for the port most conveniently located relative to the Isla d'Azif.&nbsp; M. Valliant provides a pair of good horses and the hundred pistoles for expenses on the journey, and bids you make good speed.<br><br>The end of the first day's travel brings you to a rustic inn by last light, a number of horses already in the stable.&nbsp; The sign at the door shows two goats rampant, apparently cavorting.&nbsp; The smell of small beer, roasting meat, and freshly brewed coffee spills out into the night from the doorway, along with sounds of general merriment.&nbsp; Looks like a good place to stop, aye?
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				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 23:26:26</strong>
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				Selena pulled up her horse before they reached the inn and turned to her companion.<br><br>"Remember Naomi, not a word about who we work for or even where we're going, we're simply on our way to the sea shore for some fresh ocean air. We'll get a room, a meal, and a good night's sleep with our coin purses under us and get an early start in the morning. Agreed?"
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>07-05-2012, 02:07:38</strong>
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				"You don't have to tell me twice," the girl in green groused.&nbsp; She did look a bit less savy than usual, though, with her nose twitching towards the aroma of fresh cooked meat.&nbsp; <br><br>Sliding down from the horse and tipping the stable boy to take care of it, she sauntered to the inn door and opened it for the pistoleer.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>07-05-2012, 09:16:16</strong>
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				With a sigh of exasperation at the other girl's cavalier manner Selena dismounted and tossed the reins to the stable boy as well.<br><br>She took a moment to dust off her fine large brimmed hat and care for the overly large plume before walking through the open door with a half bow for her companion. Once inside she cleared the door before taking a moment to look about the room, seeking the proprietor.
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-05-2012, 21:08:44</strong>
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				Inside are to be seen the usual crowd of ruffians, rustics, ne'er do wells, tapsters, bawds, and layabouts to be expected in any establishment such as this...which is to say most of the people in here are just passing through on their way to or from the capital.&nbsp; The proprietor is a hefty fellow, balding, ruddy-faced, who gives her a leering welcome.<br><br>Indeed, the entry of a pair of women draws perhaps too much interest!&nbsp; Almost as if they're expecting the same.&nbsp; In short order, the sniggers and comments begin; mostly an assortment of variations on how little girls ought not to play with men's toys, extra innuendo included at no additional charge.&nbsp; So far, though, nobody's quite brave or crazy enough to confront you.
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				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>10-05-2012, 21:54:37</strong>
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				Selena gave a long suffering sigh at the tavern's reaction before walking up to the proprietor and holding up a few coins, carefully removed from her coin pouch, along with a few up her sleeve, before she entered so that no one would be able to see where she kept her money... or how much she had.<br><br>"Dinner and a room for two, stabling and feed for our horses, a breakfast we can eat on the road... and no condescending or lewd comments or offers."<br><br>She met his eyes levelly and something about the way she stood drew the eyes of even the most amorous to the well worn grip on the pistol at her hip... and the faint stain on the cuffs of her sleeves, a stain that can only be made by firing so many shots that the powder becomes so ingrained that nothing can remove it.
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>12-05-2012, 03:34:08</strong>
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				Naomi looked around the crowded tavern and wished she'd not been so reclusive in her time with the carnival.&nbsp; If she'd gone with some of the others to rough places like this, she'd know better how to deal with them.&nbsp; <br><br>She did know not to let them smell her fear, and she held herself tall--relatively speaking--and proud, meeting eyes sternly.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-05-2012, 18:00:28</strong>
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				For Selena, at least, the door slamming behind the two is no real surprise.&nbsp; Less so are the miscreants getting to their feet and drawing blades.<br><br>"What say we show these little girls a good time before we send them home," suggests one rather unpleasant fellow who needs a poultice, a bath, and some new clothes.<br><br>"Aye," comes the general chorus.&nbsp; "Dame Beatriz will pay handsomely for their remains."<br><br>Ah.&nbsp; Well, there's an answer to <em>that</em> question!&nbsp; Time to exercise a little premeditated self-defense on behalf of Her Serene Highness.
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				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>15-05-2012, 23:38:06</strong>
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				Selena is entirely unperturbed by this turn of events. Releasing the coins they fall neatly into the cuff of her shirt and, with a small flick of her wrist, slide into a small pocket sewn within. Hand moving to her side she addresses the ruffians without bothering to face them.<br><br>"What say I show you <em>boys</em> that unruly children ought not to play with their father's knives... their liable to get <em>hurt</em>..."<br><br>Drawing one pistol with an entirely unnecessary spin and still without so much turning her head, Selena proceeds to point it, arm at full extension to her right and fire. Attempting to shoot the weapon out of one of their attackers hands by hitting it with a shot bounced off an old sword hanging on the wall over the bar, apparently from the previous owner if it's age and rusty look is anything to go by.<br><br>The crack of the pistol going off is loud in the enclosed tavern and the belching powder fills the, already thick, air with smoke, fire, and the sent of brimstone.
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>19-05-2012, 12:53:08</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The little redhead rested one hand cockily on her hip as her friend unleashed powder.&nbsp; “Now, now, boys, that’s no way to ask for a dance.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She sprang into motion once the shot was clear, stepping to a chair, from their to a table, and leaping for one of the cross beams bellow the roof of the place.&nbsp; Dagger flickered from wrist sheathes into her hands, slicing the light from the chandelier as they rose.&nbsp; She dug both into the roof beam, then swung from them, forewords, then back, forewords, then back up too the beam of the roof.&nbsp; She jerked them back before planting her feet firmly on the beam.&nbsp; “You boys want to come up here to dance?”&nbsp; She began to juggle her knives, pulling another from her belt ‘til three of the razor sharp instruments flashed through the air under the roof.&nbsp; “I’ll send invitations?”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The League of Extraordinary Damsels!  (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-06-2012, 18:36:33</strong>
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				The ruffians look much less self-assured at this, and a couple of them discretely slip away while the rest divide themselves between the pair of you with blades at the ready.&nbsp; For a moment more, all is tense silence and poised limbs...<br><br>And then someone sneezes, which propels the sellswords into action!<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sod prior conventions.&nbsp; I'm putting the rolls here.<br><br>Good (+2) Minions, 2 Squads of 4 each--was 5.&nbsp; They get 4k3d6+3 against each of you and are both going for Attack!<br><br>Vs. Saric&nbsp; 6, 6, 2, 5&nbsp; Attack of 15, Defense of 8<br><br>Vs. Muse 5, 1, 6, 5&nbsp; Attacj of 14, Defense of 8</div></div>
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