Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&D3.5 FR})
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				Title: <strong>Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 05:37:38</strong>
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				In the north of Faerun, just above the High Forests of the Elves, lies the rough wilds of the Silver Marches.&nbsp; The capital of this area of land is Silverymoon, the 'Gem of the North,' and home to Alustriel Silverhand, one of the Chosen of Mystra, head of Silverymoon, and in many ways head of the Silver Marches of the north.&nbsp; With a river running through the city, ancient elven mythals serving as a number of wards inside and outside of the city for a good mile that prevent a number of magics from working, and indeed with powerful orders such as the Spellguard, the Knights of Silver, and the various religious orders such as Sune's Ruby Rose Knights and Mystra's Knights of the Mystic Fire, this place was indeed a fitting 'Gem' amidst the wild lands of the north.&nbsp; It had a large practice of magic, as Mystra's teachings were indeed strong there where her Chosen went, and a history of magical scholars making their homes there also supported the city's trade in magic as well.<br><br>For Amal'Lynezar Arabett, a young Drow on the road to Silverymoon, this would be one of the few places in the North that would (almost) willingly be accepting of her.&nbsp; Everlund, where she had come from and which was once an elven fortress-city, seemed to tolerate her, and as she made way to leave for whatever reasons she may have in doing so, it appeared that there were 'no horses left' when she went to purchase one.&nbsp; So, she was left with taking the fifty mile trip to Silverymoon on foot, for even the traders seemed wary of her, despite her elven military armor and signet ring which some even feared were stolen as trophies from the woman warmage she had killed prior, though she had certainly not taken them as trophies or anything of the sort; she'd fought <em>hard</em> and trained and suffered to wear such armor, and wear it well!<br><br>But it had been two days upon the road, though not needing sleep to be refreshed the long walks were what slowed her pace, and it would be another day and a half before she could even get to Silverymoon, least if she stayed on foot.&nbsp; Forest lay upon either side of her as she traveled the oft traveled road herself, and it was quite quiet with cloudy overcast skies, hinting that it may very well rain soon, and she seemed to have no tent... <br><br>What shall the young, battle-hardened dark elf do?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 05:50:30</strong>
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				"I should have bought a horse...but it would need to rest, and feed, and barding, and..." she rolls her eyes at the thought as she moves along the road.&nbsp; Swords at her hips, now and quiver clipped to her backpack.&nbsp; She makes no efforts to hide herself, keeping to the sides of the road, away from any passing caravan or mounted travelers.&nbsp; <br><br>Knowing she's some distance from the city, she shifts her pack a little, and starts into a jog.&nbsp; Not a run, but a jog, to quicken her arrival in the city ahead of her.&nbsp; Tired of the road, with no caravans willing to take her on, and even with the long hours of walking through most of the day and night, she could use lodgings, a hot bath, the comforts that a city will provide, and a city such as Silverymoon can provide all of that and more, some expected, some wanted, and more than likely, some she will not at all want.&nbsp; Such things though, they will be dealt with when the time is right and needed.&nbsp; <br><br>So she jogs, footfall after footfall to get here there a little bit quicker...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 06:34:16</strong>
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				Your jogging pace does indeed quicken the speed with which you can get to town, but it will still be quite some time.&nbsp; A few drops of rain begin to fall a couple of moments later, though the sky does not appear to be opening up just yet.&nbsp; What you do notice beyond that, however, when a gust of wind picks up, is the scent of fire, and not one of a burning campfire either; the type of burning that goes with the burning of something <em>big</em>.&nbsp; Indeed, in the distance, a long trail of black smoke can be seen, thick and dark even against the dark sky.<br><br>As you near, the sounds of battle become louder, and it is quite clear that there is <em>something</em> under siege ahead.&nbsp; Eventually, be it if you continue your jog or rush to the scene, there is a caravan ahead, a wagon fully alight with flame, and a charred corpse of a man on the ground next to it.&nbsp; Several other men and women appear to be in battle too, and their foes appear to be orcs, from the mountains north and east, and given the number, it was likely a scouting party who sought to strike at an advantageous sort of target such as a lone caravan.&nbsp; The nearest person, a woman in shining silver-hued armor, is surrounded by orcs on all sides, but seems to be handling them most excellently in spite of, and with one blade in hand she appears to be faring much better than the others dealing with but one or two individual orcs.<br><br>So, the setup is, if you decide to participate in the battle: the burning wagon 100' in front of you, the elven-looking woman surrounded by 4 orcs 80' in front of you, the group of people and orcs fighting in front of the caravan 120' to 160' in front of you.<br><br>Roll a Spot Check, DC25, and you see an Orc in heavy, mangled robes 50' in front of you if you succeed.<br><br>Roll Initiative if you wish to participate in the fight, or a Hide check if you wish to avoid being seen and <em>brought</em> into the fight.<br><br>You do, however, get to take your full turn right away in order to enter the fight, then I'll begin the rounds.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 07:03:02</strong>
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				Fire, smoke, and the sounds of battle are not a good thing, well, they are and they aren't.&nbsp; There's a time and place for all of that, but not on a road, in a nation with no real war going on.&nbsp; Damnable wilds.&nbsp; Only suitable for traveling, and sometimes not even that.&nbsp; She pushes into a run, pulling a sword out from her left hip's scabbard.&nbsp; Pausing o survey the scene, and choose her targets, the drow moves up behind the robed Orc, raising her sword to slash across the thing's back, releasing the sword once she feels it make contact and begin to dig into the thing's body, reaching for her other sword, leaving the robed Orc to deal with her weapon.<br><br><br><br>Spot 18+12=30<br>Atk on Robed Orc: 19+1(+1 Wpn Bonus)+2(str)+9=31<br>Confirmation: 12+1(+1 Wpn Bonus)+2(str)+9=24<br>Dmg=12(swd)+2(+1 Wpn Bonus)+6(str)+26(Snk)=46<br><br>Initiative=11+4(dex)=15
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 07:44:08</strong>
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				The orc doesn't even know what hit him as you strike him from behind, digging deep into his body and in fact nearly cleave his arm clean off.&nbsp; He turns, screaming in pain, long enough to glare into your Drow eyes before collapsing from his wounds.&nbsp; The sword falls from his body, for he is most certainly dead, but his screams draw the attention of another nearby orc, one who had been assaulting the woman nearest you, and upon seeing the drow form and the dead body of one of his brethren, he looses a feral sort of scream, turns, and charges.<br><br>Though the knightly looking woman attempts to assault him, she misses, and indeed he rushes Amal and with both hands gripped about his blade brings it down upon you, to cleave into your shoulder through your armor as you had done to his orc brother.&nbsp; The other orcs swing wildly at the woman in armor, but she appears to be no green souldier, and with a practiced ease, though three on one, she seems to dodge and parry blows one after another, only to reply with her own blades upon one on one side, slashing his chest and arm before slitting his throat and dropping him to the ground after a quick spin from the force of her blow like only a veteran knight could manage.&nbsp; The men and orc next to the caravan continue to go at one another, though one orc body falls with a blade through one eye, which seems to spur the humans and elves onward in hopes of achieving victory over the orc raiders.<br><br>So you crit, and fleshgrinding takes place on his turn for 5 Damage, which is just enough to drop his arcane ass.&nbsp; Excellent job ^_^<br><br>So, since it's NPC vs NPC (for now), I won't bog you down with unimportant roles, so here's what you need to know.<br><br>The one orc charges you and attacks, getting a 24 exact with a longsword, dealing 11 damage to you.<br><br>The other orcs about the woman both take a number of swings, but she dodges or parries all of them expertly.<br><br>The woman missed he AoO, but manages to hit one guy 3 times, one a Crit and dropping him.<br><br>The men further from you are still at odds with the orcs, but one orc does indeed fall while all the remaining men/women are still standing.<br><br>I would remind you that if you draw your weapon next to him, you will provoke an Attack of Opportunity and it is a Full-Round action (AoO)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 08:04:05</strong>
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				Damnable orcs.&nbsp; Them and their damned ways of hitting and being smelly and nasty.&nbsp; The drow wincing as she looks up at the snarling and growling Orc.&nbsp; Stepping back, once.&nbsp; She readies her spell with a smile.&nbsp; Looking up as she finishes the spell and from her hand a crystal ball sized orb erupts from her hands, hurled toward the ugly, foul smelling thing in front of her, "You and your brothers die this day!" she yells out in the Orcish language no less.<br><br><br>Attack: 17+9(Bab)+1(Weap Focus)+4(dex)=31<br>Dmg: 41(spell)+6(Warmage Edge=47<br><br>DC 19 fort needed or sickened for 1 round.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 08:30:43</strong>
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				The acid washes over his body, burning flesh and melting parts of his armor, his screams and burning flesh filling the air.&nbsp; In his savage fury though, it does not slow him even as his face scars before your eyes, and he brings his longsword around in front across in front of your chest not once but twice, which both miss as you likely dodge out of the way somehow.&nbsp; His brothers in arms try again at the night, mostly misses, but one club does get through and bashes at the woman's side, though she doesn't scream or so much as flinch, it would seem.<br><br>The woman simply retaliates with her own swings, and while the first two gets through the orc's guard, he seems to finally learn by the third one, and the attack is caught with the same club that had struck her so.&nbsp; The men with the caravan seem to be continuing the fight with all their hearts, but not without a sole casualty, though his buddy was sure to take out his killer with a spear shoved through the gut and out his back, ending him in an instant.<br><br>Okay, you hit again, but he's still standing, though by the looks of it all he majorly wounded.&nbsp; He also makes his fort save with a 22.<br><br>The orc Barbarian swings again full-round at you for a 23 and 18, and thus misses, but it's close!<br><br>The other two orcs both swing, but only one connects with a single hit, doing a small amount of damage to the woman with a club.<br><br>The woman retaliates with a full-round attack, and hits 2 out of three times against one orc.<br><br>The orcs in the back and the humans continue to go at it, and this time both a human and an orc drop.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 08:36:38</strong>
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				Another step back, and the drow is smiling all the while as looks at orc, once again, beginning her spell, and the same orb, same color erupts from her hands, flinging it at the orc before her...<br><br><br>Atk: 16+1+9+4=30<br>Dmg: 57+6(Warmage Edge)=63<br><br>And another 19 fort save.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 21:54:33</strong>
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				The acidic orb splashes across his body again, though this time his face takes the largest load of it, and with one final scream as the majority of his face melts away, he drops, clearly dead and finally silent.&nbsp; The other two orcs at the woman get in a couple of club and sword blows, mostly tearing at her gut in an effort to severely wound her and let her bleed out.&nbsp; That turns out to hardly be the case, however, and instead with a quick retaliation of an initial slash and then a stab, she runs one of them through through the chest, and he slides off her blade as gravity takes hold of him.&nbsp; Taking her blade in two hands, she spins quickly and brings her blade down across the chest of the last standing orc around her, striking true and rending his flesh more than a mere blade strike would have her do.<br><br>The larger battle at the side of the caravan continued to wage, and orcs continued to fall to human and elven blades alike.&nbsp; But one was left, it would seem, lest of course there be more in wait as the one orc-mage was,&nbsp; but for the moment it would seem that it was merely two against five or six...<br><br>Well, he would have made the fort save, but you hit him and dropped him, congrats!<br><br>The two orcs go back to trying to drop the woman in front of her, and in fact two blows get through for little damage each.<br><br>The woman unleashes a full-round attack upon the one wounded orc, and in two strikes drops him, carrying her blade over into the other for the final strike as a (unknown to thee) smite.<br><br>Regarding the men in the back against the orcs, two more orcs drop, leaving two left: the one near the knight, and the one over with the group of men.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 23:11:28</strong>
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				Only a few left.&nbsp; <br><br>Excellent.&nbsp; The drow moving away from the fallen, and melted barbarian, moving into a&nbsp; position away from and behind the other orcs, shifting and stepping herself into a planned position.&nbsp; Beginning to cast yet another spell, extending two rods of iron (small, maybe a foot long) and points one at each of the battling orcs.&nbsp; The scent of ozone followed by an arc of lighting between the two orcs.<br><br><br>Arc of lighting: 12d6=46.&nbsp; Warmage Edge=6 (targeted to the one fighting with the humans)<br><br>Ref DC: 20 for 1/2 dmg
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 23:51:24</strong>
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				The lightning sparks a bit at first, catching the two orcs' attentions, and they manage to ready themselves slightly before the lightning arcs between them, and though both soak magical energy nicely, the one furthest away crumples to the ground, twitching and smoking slightly.&nbsp; The other orc, being the last one left and he too smoking a bit too, charges for you in a blind rage, though the knight takes this opportunity to counterattack, and with a quick spin and swing of her blade against his backside, she cleanly cuts through his neck, severing head from body, causing the latter to skid to a halt a few feet further, and the former to fly off and land several feet from the Drow, rolling right to her and even possibly bumping against her boot.<br><br>Though the orcs are gone, the woman drips her weapon to the road, and with practiced quickness and speed draws from her pack a bow far too large to fit in any normal pack, and an arrow to notch it, with it aiming at Amal no less.&nbsp; She does not fire though, and the other men seem more concerned about resting after the fight and watching the knight work than actually trying anything.&nbsp; The knight, her deep green eyes unwavering and her face one of determination and focus, not even moving an inch as she remains locked upon the drow woman's form.<br><br>"You, Drow, are you friend, or an opportunist and thus a foe?" she says, her voice strong and authoritative, non-explicitly demanding an answer "Do not even <em>think</em> to lie to me..."<br><br>Both make the saves, one with a 25, the other with a straight 20.&nbsp; The latter, the one furthest from you, however, dies.<br><br>The remaining orc charges you, but unfortunately for him he is caught by a critical AoO, so amidst some fancy IC effects, he too dies.<br><br>The knight drops the sword, quick-draws a bow and arrow, and uses a standard action to ready action.&nbsp; Don't worry, she's not actively attacking you yet; it's just what she'd do IC
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 00:03:59</strong>
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				She immediatly scowls, putting the rods away as the other just ups and draws her weapon.&nbsp; <br><br>She kneels down, pulling her swords from the ground, sliding each into their sheathes, "Everywhere the same.&nbsp; Damnable and uptight humans, you save them, aid them, and they think the worst."&nbsp; More to herself in Orc.&nbsp; The drow doesn't look back to the knight as she continues to check herself over, just looking up once she's sure all is on her, "Had I wanted, the spell that ended the fight would have enveloped you and them." she calls out in common, point to the elf and human before the fallen orc, "That is my answer, and the sign of my intentions." she says.&nbsp; Moving away from the caravan and along the road towards Silverymoon.&nbsp; Injured she may be from the blow, but now, she walks.&nbsp; A potion she'll drink once out of sight.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 00:23:32</strong>
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				The knight watches intently, unmoving from her lock upon you even as you mutter in orc and put away your weapons.&nbsp; As you make your claim to prove your intentions in no uncertain words, she drops her aim, watching as you walk to the roadside opposite the caravan, and appear to be heading on your way, she releases her held bowstring, quickly places her bow and arrow in her pack, and with a dash quicker than one would likely expect in such armor as she, the woman chases after the drow warmage.<br><br>"Wait!" she shouts as she comes up behind the drow "Please, my apologies for assuming the worst!&nbsp; You must understand; we've been given just about every reason not to trust your kind, and I've seen such tactics used before.&nbsp; Even so, I was completely in the wrong to accuse you... and thank you, for your help in the fight; you may have very well saved the lives of those men left standing."<br><br>While the men were seeking to now put out the burning wagon, trying to salvage what they could, the knight placed a hand upon the drow's shoulder, whether she liked it or not, and with a surge of warm, soothing energy from the touch, the warmage's wounds were gone and she was again reinvigorated.&nbsp; The woman then touched her chest, her hand touching upon her breastplate emblazoned with the symbol of Mystra, and her own self was reinvigorated and healed as if like new as well.&nbsp; She was smiling now, a pleasant sort of smile coming from even her now bright green eyes, and she bowed slightly.<br><br>"I'm Yuria, Knight of the Mystic Fire.&nbsp; Allow me to make up for my transgression, and to thank you for your assistance.&nbsp; Would you care to ride with us to Silverymoon?" she asks, sincere in her words "I notice you are heading that way and are without horse or wagon, so would you care to join ours?&nbsp; It is, by all intents of the phrase, the <em>least</em> we can do."<br><br>Fully healed; Lay on hands has it's uses XD
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 01:26:39</strong>
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				She doesn't stop, well not immediately.&nbsp; <br><br>When the other gets close, her hand grasping a sword's hilt.&nbsp; Wary herself until the other explains herself.&nbsp; <br><br>"I..." she pauses to mull it over.&nbsp; Entering Silverymoon with others would be better for.&nbsp; "Accept your invitation." she says with a slight bow of her head.&nbsp; "I am Amal'Lyneolin Arabett." She offers, "I hold no allegiances and no title to any land, nation, or organization.&nbsp; My services have been to the elven kingdom until recently." she explains.&nbsp; Starting back to the field of combat, moving&nbsp; first to the downed mage and barbarian, beginning to cast yet another spell, and once finished, her eyes begin to glow an eerie blue, looking over the mage and barbarian, first.&nbsp; Then looking over the other fallen orcs, looking for the magical aura's of the items they may have been carrying.<br><br>Using Arcane Sight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 17:44:13</strong>
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				Yuria nods to the warmage as she introduces herself,&nbsp; and as she heads off to the barbarian and the mage she'd slain, the knight moves to the foes she'd handled easily enough, searching them and stripping them down.&nbsp; The flaming caravan, in the meantime, had been put out by the mercs, scouts, and traders working to put it out, and it was salvaged well enough for travel, though much of the cover and supply of it had been lost.<br><br>As the men gather their dead, Amal's vision picks up on a number of magical items upon the bodies.&nbsp; Most notable are the barbarian's sword and armor, both of which show faint magical auras, and the other being a number of potions in one of the mage's pouches, a couple of small potions.&nbsp; Other than that, and fitting for a small orcish group like theirs, there is little in the way of magical items, though a search of their pockets would reveal a small amount of gold.<br><br>By the time she's done, and indeed the lady-knight seems to have finished her duty as well, the caravan looks to be ready.&nbsp; Yuria motions to you to come with her, seemingly inviting Amal to join her amidst the crates and boxes in the back of the second-to-last wagon, the one right in front of the charred one.&nbsp; There would be plenty of room, with but the knight and the trader guiding the horses in front for fellow company.&nbsp; Of course, other wagons are available, if preferred, though many others are more crowded or with more trade goods within them.<br><br>There's 5 wagons in this caravan, she's inviting you to the 4th one from the front, just in front of the charred one.&nbsp; Pick wherever you'd like to ride, or if' you'd prefer walking, then that's fine too.<br><br>Loot:&nbsp; +1 Longsword, +1 Leather Armor, Potion of Cure Light Wounds (1d8+5) x4, 200gp.&nbsp; &nbsp;They were barbaric orcs, after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 19:01:39</strong>
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				Anyone watching her sees that she's practiced in the removal of armor, the woman easily removing it from the corpse, setting it aside as she begins removing what will not at all be needed by the pair of bodies.&nbsp; Taking lengths of cloth from both bodies, the drow wraps the sword up, all along the blade, and then wraps it again with the armor, before sliding the fully covered sword into bag, that doesn't change shape.<br><br>Onces done, the drow makes her way to the offered wagon, sitting in the back of it, weapons laid out as if expecting another attack.&nbsp; In this land, one never knows.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 19:25:16</strong>
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				Yuria sits across from the Drow maiden (unlikely as it was she was a 'maiden'), upon a crate with her back straight, legs crossed politely, and hands upon her lap.&nbsp; In the dark, the grey streaks at her sides are less apparent, but still noticeable, and while the trader driver appears to pay the Drow no mind at all, the elven-esque woman is smiling upon the dark-skinned elf, pleasant and with an inviting sort of aura about her.<br><br>"Again, thank you for your assistance.&nbsp; It's a shame we lost two men, but we may have very well lost more if you hadn't arrived to slay that one orc none of us had seen." she said, sincere in her words "But alas, what has brought you this way, to Silverymoon?&nbsp; You mentioned having been in the employ of the Elven Kingdom, I'm assuming the one in the High Forest to the south?&nbsp; I take it, by your armor and that ring upon your finger, you were a knight or warrior, or something similar?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 19:34:57</strong>
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				"Warmage." comes the reply, in celestial, rather than common or a more wider known language.&nbsp; "And that's the most i'd like spoken of that amongst those who are not, or more common folk." she says gently, quieter so as not to alert the driver.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm traveling, seeing the lands, or what I can of them, when allowed, and enjoy them, when I am able." she continues. "An increasingly difficult task, with suspicion, and hatred around each corner and town and city."&nbsp; Another sigh as she shifts, looking about, more for another threat, "Going to see how Silverymoon takes my presence, and then maybe Thay. Czass seems like a well enough fellow from what I hear, and they being a nation of the arcane and me quite so..." she trails off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 20:10:39</strong>
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				The elven-esque woman is surprised by the used of Celestial, and with a short nod she agrees to her 'terms' to that knowledge.&nbsp; Amal's explanation of her plan in the North draws a sympathetic glance, but the comment about Thay raises yet another brow, and then her eyes narrow at the mention of the one Necromantic Lord of Thay.<br><br>"Visiting Thay would be a tremendously terrible idea; they would sooner enslave you than let you wander about as you please." she responds, crossing her arms and a tad bit of annoyance "I'm afraid I do not share your 'taste' in 'well enough fellows,' nor your interest in Thay at all.&nbsp; A nation that condones a full slave trade, perpetually schemes to take over their neighbors, and exploits others by abusing the gift that Mystra so desperately works to maintain and uphold?&nbsp; There is <em>nothing</em> remotely 'interesting' about such a place, nor about their leaders, and if it were to be burned to the ground tomorrow I would only pray that those who were the unfortunate victims of circumstance and abuse within the land were the only ones to survive it, and no others!"<br><br>With a heavy sigh, calming herself, she returns to her pleasant smile.<br><br>"However, Silverymoon, I feel you shall enjoy.&nbsp; Not only is it a city with a long tradition of magic, with plenty&nbsp; of resources to access, but we are much more accommodating to our visitors." she explains still, relaxing her arms back into her lap "One of Mystra's Chosen heads the city, so there are many Mystrians, like myself, there as well, so there is plenty of magic abounding if that is indeed your interest.&nbsp; Mind you, you would need special ward tokens to even cast some spells within the city, and, to be honest, you will be unlikely to receive them upon first arrival.&nbsp; The city may be more accepting of your kind, but we do not haphazardly allow simply anyone and everyone to enter with free reign, and you will likely be under eye and without such tokens until you manage to prove to the Spellguard or the Silver Knights that you are indeed no sort of troublemaker or threat."<br><br>Leaning back, trying to make herself comfortable, she continues, still smiling and pleasant.<br><br>"Other than that, I am sure you shall enjoy your visit to the city.&nbsp; That, I promise."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 20:22:03</strong>
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				"Well, if Thay burned...you would see the prices of all magical items from the lowliest curative to the most complex machine rise, till no person could afford it." she says, "And it wouldn't be my first visit to the land of the Red Wizards."&nbsp; Shrugging her shoulders, "Slaves will be a part of life.&nbsp; The strong will subjugate the weak one way or another.&nbsp; Slavery just cuts out the middleman.&nbsp; Their slaves aren't mistreated, if they were, well, damaged property produces damaged goods which cuts into profits, sure they off some regularly, but that's just to keep them from rising up.&nbsp; Fear is a great motivator."&nbsp; She shrugs, "And so what if they try to take their neighbors, it's what's done, like a festival, instead of merriment, cheer and good times, they use death, warriors, and raids."&nbsp; All said as if she has no problem with any of it.<br><br>"And I guess i'll be needing to peacebond my weapons?" she asks, concerning Silverymoon.&nbsp; "I'm not planning on going about, offing people and slinging spells like a new sorcerer to the roads.&nbsp; It's more an only when needed thing, but fine.&nbsp; As if there's anything I can do to change it, and likely all my spells save for 2 maybe, will work in the city."&nbsp; She grumbles, looking sour at thought of a good portion of her abilities shunted.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 00:16:18</strong>
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				The woman's eyes quickly turn more fierce, and her smile falls with each word contrary to her own view of Thay.&nbsp; Her entire demeanor changes, actually; she become much more put-off, and a finger upon her hand begins rhythmically tapping against her lap.&nbsp; There is a silence after the drow finishes speaking, and the driver seems to be intentionally trying to avoid looking back and to be as minute as possible on both women's radars for very different reasons each.<br><br>"You <em>greatly</em> over emphasize the effect of their burning on the trade of magic items." she begins, her tone low, her speech slower and more measured "There are plenty of men and women who are fully capable of, and <em>willing</em> to, create such valued items that are being undercut by Thay's blood-soaked goods, and the <em>only</em> reason they can crank out such items is because they exploit their apprentices and force them to make them for next to <em>nothing</em> at best!"<br><br>Her brow narrowed more, her voice noticeably more authoritative, and a tad louder and more demanding of attention.<br><br>"And how can you have the <em>gall</em> to suggest that the slaves are not mistreated?&nbsp; That is the whole <em>bloody</em> point of them being <em>slaves</em> in the first place!&nbsp; They are not paid, they have no rights, their masters can do whatever they <em>bloody well want to with them</em>!&nbsp; They aren't even allowed to cut their hair, so that <em>everyone</em> in Thay can recognize them as a slave upon <em>sight</em>!"<br><br>She actually leans closer, her eyes a deep, angry glare now.<br><br>"'Slaves will be a part of life' be <em>damned</em>!&nbsp; 'The strong will subjugate the weak' be <em>damned</em> as well!&nbsp; Slavery is an abhorrent, abysmal, and <em>horrendous</em> practice that is looked down upon by the rest of Faerun for a that <em>very</em> reason!&nbsp; The fact that they use them for their twisted, <em>sinful</em> magical experiments only makes it all the more <em>disgusting</em> to the point that I feel <em>ill</em> just <em>thinking</em> about it!" she continues more, all but yelling her words at the elf so very close to her "Just because that <em>perverse</em> mass of land and people not fit to be called a proper state accepts such violence, cruelty, heartlessness, self-serving attitudes, and the subjugating of their own <em>brothers and sisters</em> by race and blood does <em>not</em> in <em>any way, shape, or form</em> make it <em>RIGHT!</em>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 00:21:29</strong>
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				She listens.&nbsp; She remains calm, through it all.&nbsp; Keeping herself at an even expression.<br><br>"We are all entitled to our opinions, but I will say this about slaves.&nbsp; They are expensive.&nbsp; It is not cost effective to put them into states that they cannot work." Her tone just like it has been, casual. <br><br>She shifts a little, regarding the woman, and shifts, suddenly pushing closer, very close, to press her lips to the other's lips, for a kiss....
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 00:46:48</strong>
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				Her face twists slightly, a snarl escaping her lips, and she leans forward a bit more, opening her mouth to fire forth yet another retort.&nbsp; However, she is silenced when Amal leans in, their lips pressing together, and Yuria's eyes open wide.&nbsp; For several seconds, she does not move, shocked and surprised at the dark-skinned elf woman, but when she does... Amal can feel a hand around her neck, tight but not choking her, and she is force back against the crate behind her roughly until she was at arms length.<br><br>Yuria is in front of her, her eyes narrowed, not in anger, but in a mixture of irritation and confusion, the former likely wrought from the latter.&nbsp; Her expression has softened immensely, however, despite the rough situation the Drow is in.<br><br>"What... did you do <em>that</em> for?" she asks, a demanding tone, though much calmer, much softer now, with a quick glance to the driver to ensure he was still patiently ignoring the two women's 'conversation' "Why did you kiss me?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 00:56:03</strong>
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				She blinks, looking slightly confused about the situation she finds herself in, "Well, i'd read&nbsp; before, in stories, two who were so different, arguing, and then one kissed the other and all was well.&nbsp; Their anger a mask for love or something else." she says looking up at the other.&nbsp; "You're attractive, and you were close, and you didn't exactly pull away immediately." she says further.&nbsp; Still watching you, and looking confused.&nbsp; "If I was wrong, I was wrong, I never get much time around your type..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 01:10:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Yuria listens, and after a while, her gaze softens, as does her grip, and she let's loose a sigh.<br><br>"Those are stories... and it is not necessarily true that two people who appear to be arguing are actually attracted to one another." she explains, and only then does she remove her hand from Amal's throat "Those are stories, romantically stylized and generally unrealistically portrayed.&nbsp; If two people are arguing, chances are they are just arguing... but sometimes it is a cover, yes, and if they're in a relationship already, then of course they love one another.&nbsp; We've just met though..."<br><br>Again she sighs, and leans back, having not exactly said anything along the lines of 'no, you were mistaken; I don't find you attractive.'<br><br>"Obviously you fancy the fairer sex though, and of course you'd like me if that's the case.&nbsp; I'm a half-nymph, my very presence draws people's affections like a magnet does metal..." she comments in a low mutter "Blood of mine's a blessing and a curse..."<br><br>Looking into the Drow's eyes, her face remains neutral.<br><br>"...not sure if it's a blessing with you... or a curse..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 01:16:08</strong>
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				She smiles, listening carefully.&nbsp; Her smile widening more at what is not said, over what is said, "Well that explains some of it, but..." she pauses, head tilting, she looking more amused than angry or or anything else really.&nbsp; The drow leaning in, "Both, most likely." she says in a low whisper.&nbsp; <br><br>"And of course I like women, men hold nothing for me.&nbsp; Weak things, mentally.&nbsp; Good for work and other things mundane."&nbsp; Said just loud enough for the driver to hear.&nbsp; She's a drow, and a woman, so of course she thinks like that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 01:29:48</strong>
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				Again, she is sighing.&nbsp; Perhaps it's a sickness now or something...<br><br>"Somehow, I don't doubt that..." she mutters under her breath, agreeing, and when the retort about men comes, she rolls her eyes "Men are not 'weak things'; men and women form a balance, one's strengths, both mental and physical, compensating for the other's weaknesses.&nbsp; It's simply a matter of preference what strengths, and what body, you prefer is all."<br><br>Adjusting herself, she is smiling again now, especially at seeing the Drow with a smile upon her face, and not one of those 'I'm going to kill you and feed you to a Drider' drow smiles either.<br><br>"Anyway, at this pace, we'll be arriving at Silverymoon tomorrow mid-morning or mid-day depending.&nbsp; Our job, and yes your job now too, is to make sure no more men, or cargo, is lost, understood?" she states "I doubt it'll be much of a problem, but then that's what I thought before the orcs too... and we'll be working on sleeping arrangements when camp is being set up."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 01:39:40</strong>
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				"Let me catch a small nap, sometime soon and no sleeping arrangements will be needed. I don't sleep much as it is, and as far as employment, my most basic spell casting services come at sixty gold per spell, and the more advanced goes up to seven hundred per spell.&nbsp; Ranged and melee combatants thereafter are at about fifty to five hundred, depending on the group, and since i'll be more than likely taking the whole night watch...prices double for the night time hours."&nbsp; All said matter of factly, as if it were a normal business transaction.&nbsp; The drow smiling as she looks to the woman, "If not, I will travel with you, and watch, and give a factual reporting of what happened to any who may need or require it in Silverymoon...free of charge."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 04:47:14</strong>
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				She rolls her eyes yet again, and sighs as you give your 'prices'.&nbsp; Afterwards, however, she is smiling again, though perhaps smirking is a better descriptor.<br><br>"Alright, I agree to your terms." she says, but then she holds out her own hand, palm up "If we're going to be charging for spells though... I'm going to need 11,000gp for healing you.&nbsp; It works both ways; you want me to make sure you stay alive?&nbsp; You pay me.&nbsp; I want you to attack something?&nbsp; I pay you.&nbsp; I've already healed you, and as you know healing is <em>not</em> a cheap form of spellcraft, and it's in high demand, as well as short supply.&nbsp; So pay up, or I'll be more than happy to let you bleed out next time an orc takes a chunk out of your body."<br><br>She raised an eyebrow though, and tilted her head a bit, raising a brow coyly.<br><br>"Or, I <em>don't</em> make you pay your dues, and any spellcasting you do from here to Silverymoon, not even a full day's travel mind you, is free of charge, and if you do cast spells when necessary, then I'll drop my own charges for healing." she continues just as conniving as before "Look at it this way: if we run into no problems, then you just got free healing from me, and even then something tells me you won't have to cast 11,000 gp worth of spells between now and then, unless you just start wasting spells to drive the price up, which I'd never pay for regardless.&nbsp; So what shall it be: 11,000gp now, or free spells and no healing charges?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 04:58:30</strong>
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				She takes the words in stride, smiling, "So, do all knights rescind apologies for insults?" she asks calmly.&nbsp; Sitting up a little straighter and smiling.&nbsp; "You invited me along, as an apology for the insults slung towards me, threatening me without cause, not so knightly of you, and does more to slander the name of those you ally yourself with." she says in a calm tone.&nbsp; "I asked not to be healed, I had the proper potions to do such a thing as needed, more a gift, than anything else, in my eyes, and to ask for payment after the fact, is also rather...base, something I would expect from a more...common person." she continues.&nbsp; The drow smirking, "You offered me passage, and healing, both I accepted, as your apology.&nbsp; Had I know there would be...conditions, I would have taken my own course, my own means, and arrived on my own, one way or another.&nbsp; Aid as apology is an apology.&nbsp; Aid with conditions, is not."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 05:48:25</strong>
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				Though her brow furrows for but a moment at the accusations, she eventually is much calmer, smiling yet again.&nbsp; In that respect, the two women look rather similar in their poise and posture.<br><br>"No, knights don't rescind apologies for insults.&nbsp; I did invite you along as an apology for accusing you wrongfully.&nbsp; However, there is the limit upon your accuracy of both memory and in the interpretation of the situation." Yuria began "I don't recall insulting you, as a matter of fact, I believe I addressed you as 'Drow' when I didn't know your name, and if that's an insult than I do indeed apologize.&nbsp; Threatening I did, but without cause?&nbsp; The fact is that the majority of Drow on the surface are usually intent upon committing atrocities upon us, and when you showed up, I had a choice to make: either believe that she's a friend, and risk being stabbed in the back, or I can assume she's a threat and, assuming she's not, apologies are easier to do than bury bodies and repair shattered families.&nbsp; In that respect, protecting those I'm charged to protect from a <em>perceived</em> potential threat... that actually sounds <em>quite</em> knightly to me."<br><br>"You may not have asked to be healed, but how was I to know that you could heal yourself?&nbsp; Most of those who can throw around fireballs, wizards and the like, lack the ability of the divine to heal themselves, and it's not as if you were wearing your potions out upon your chest for all to see.&nbsp; You are right though; to ask for payment healing after the fact <em>is</em> rather base... though you are under the impression that I offered the healing as <em>part</em> of my apology, when, if you'll recall, I said you could come with us as my means of atoning, if you will; I never said <em>anything</em> about the healing being part of an apology now did I?" she continued, now smirking as the Drow had been "You question my knightly honor... and you can see quite clearly that I am a Mystic Fire Knight, one of Mystra, the Goddess of Magic's knights.&nbsp; I am charged to protect the Weave, and to defeat <em>evil</em> spellcasters wherever they may be found.&nbsp; However, I am also charged with curtailing abuses of magic, and the prices you ask for basic spells, when you can cast them with minimal effort and cost... the prices are <em>far</em> beyond anything <em>reasonable</em>."<br><br>Leaning back a bit, she continued to smirk.<br><br>"If I were to take the code <em>literally</em>, I should be beating you into submission and hauling you in to be judged.&nbsp; However, rather than do that, I simply thought I would show you what it was like to be charged such <em>outrageous</em> prices for such <em>minimal</em> effort.&nbsp; I figured that, if you saw it from the side of the sufferer, much like in our earlier discussion I'm sure your view of slavery would be different if you <em>were</em> one, then you would be less likely to commit such acts in the future.&nbsp; Though if you would prefer, I can always respond like one of Tyr's Judges and take the code literally instead if you slip up again."<br><br>She seems to relax back into her seat, but then holds up one finger, apparently remembering something.<br><br>"Oh, and two more things: if you want to be <em>really</em> technical, I never said there <em>wouldn't</em> be any conditions, and since you didn't ask, that means I didn't lie, and since 'lies of omission', otherwise known as withholding information, are not covered in the code, they are perfectly acceptable things for a knight to do.&nbsp; And finally..." this time, she leans in again "You <em>assume</em> I'm bound to the same knight's code that you're talking about... perhaps I'm held to a special code, allowing me to fight evils in search of a 'greater good', as opposed to the 'perceived good'?&nbsp; In such a thing, if a lie would result in more good than telling the truth, then would it not be better to tell the truth?&nbsp; The knight code you speak of would have someone tell the truth, but what if mine is one that would rather have me lie for the overall greater good?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 06:35:57</strong>
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				"That's a fallacy in and of itself.&nbsp; There are communities of my kind, bent on living peacefully with all, they live, they work they toil and they are treated horribly.&nbsp; The so called majority of my kind that commit such atrocities upon the surface, come from the underdark from one city or another.&nbsp; To lump one as all, is ignorance, and wrong.&nbsp; It doesn't stop it from happening, but it does.&nbsp; It's like saying, all humans with red hair are stupid and need to be put in menial task jobs, because they have red hair.&nbsp; Not all drow are evil and intent on destroying, raping, killing and pillaging.&nbsp; There's a fellow who's quite infamous for doing that, name begins with a D or something."&nbsp; She says rather calmly.&nbsp; <br><br>The drow smiling as she watches the knight before her, "Now then, you did heal me, yes, and while you didn't know, that's true, is it truly wise to show the world at large you have potions at the ready?&nbsp; It's an invite.&nbsp; A bandit sees you have potions, you're a target for if you can afford them, you can afford other things as well, and thus a struggle with explosions and death at an early age.&nbsp; While I would not shed a tear for ending the bandits life, I would rather not.&nbsp; As for the prices quoted, they are quite...on the lower end of the spectrum, given my training, my experience, and knowledge in using them.&nbsp; You know better than anyone it's not just what a caster of the arcane knoes, it's the journey they take that makes them so valuable, and feared.&nbsp; I'm not abusing my abilities, i'm merely making them profitable, as would any mage or sorcerer." she says gently.&nbsp; Stretching a little as she leans back, propping herself up on her arms, "There's no crime in that, least not that i've heard about."<br><br>With a smile, "If my stay on this is to be predicated with conditions then my stay will be at an end, the caravan leader payed his due handsomely for the short ride, and I will make my own way to Silverymoon.&nbsp; My life of taking orders, killing and defending without question is over.&nbsp; I cut my own path through this land, not the path of others."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 22:29:10</strong>
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				"Communities there are of your kind that do not seek to destroy and kill... but are there any <em>here</em>?&nbsp; In this area?&nbsp; If there are, then I have not met them, and the ones I <em>have</em> met in this area have only sought to <em>kill</em> me before now." Yuria replied without a beat "Mind you, I did not say 'all Drow are evil', I said, in not so many words, that '<em>most</em> Drow on the surface want to kill us'.&nbsp; Likewise, I would also say '<em>most</em> Red Wizards from Thay tend to be rich, powerful, and cruel, and <em>most</em> of Tyr's worshipers believe in law above all else, and <em>most</em> Mystrans have a reverence for magic.&nbsp; Not all of <em>any</em> of them do, but for the most part: most Thayan Red Wizards are powerful, cruel, and rich, most of Tyr's worshipers believe in law above all else, most Mystrans revere magic, and likewise, most Drow seen on the surface, least in <em>these</em> parts, tend to be intent upon killing us.&nbsp; Sadly, while I would wish nothing more than to be able to greet each Drow I meet with a friendly smile and a shake of the hand, I don't quite have the luxury when I'm charged with taking care of the lives of a half-dozen men or more, not to mention five wagons of supplies and goods."<br><br>"Besides, to believe that you will be met with open arms by all, when you know for a <em>fact</em> that your ancestors and others of your kind have wrought centuries of death and destruction upon other races, is far more ignorant than any of your claims that I am." she continues, and with a gesture, "If you have a better solution than what I have given and responded with, then by all means feel free to enlighten me."<br><br>"As for your comment about the potions, you only prove my point!&nbsp; I would not know if anyone, whom has a proper head upon their shoulders and are in their right mind, had any sort of potion at the ready, so am I to assume that they all have them hidden away, or that they have none?&nbsp; I'll admit, I could have asked, much like how I <em>asked</em> if you were friend or foe, and yet out of kindness, I healed you anyway, saving you a potion should you have needed to use one instead.&nbsp; But I'm afraid that was not part of the original point to be made with such a statement; you are picking at my wordings rather than going after the actual argument, my dear." she replies with a smirk "And I don't know about you, but the prices you gave me are far higher than what I am familiar with.&nbsp; They may be low to you, but they are quite high to me, so which one of us is right my dear, since we <em>both</em>, likely, have experience on their side?&nbsp; Though, considering where you have been in Thay, as you claim, where Red Wizards and other mages make <em>loads</em> of money charging <em>tremendous</em> amounts for their magic, I would think that only puts things in favor of my own claim.&nbsp; But you are right, there is no problem with making money off of your hard work and talent... but there <em>is</em> a problem with trying to <em>screw</em> people out of <em>their</em> hard earned coin, and as far as I'm aware of regarding magic prices, <em>that's</em> what I figured you were attempting with those prices of yours."<br><br>"Also, I never said there <em>were</em> conditions; I never said <em>anything</em> about conditions, and likewise, <em>you did not ask about conditions</em>!&nbsp; Still haven't in fact; only stated that 'if there are or were' conditions, then you'd up and leave.&nbsp; I said nothing of 'orders', nor of whether or not you'd be questioning them, and if you didn't question orders worth questioning then you'd be as much a fool as any other.&nbsp; Likewise, <em>all</em> men and women cut 'their own path through this land,' unless magic is confounding their minds, everyone makes their own decisions.&nbsp; Your point then, in how that makes <em>you</em> so special in particular, and why I should not ask anything of you?" she continued yet still, one response after another rolling off her tongue "I can do this all day, my dear..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 22:44:10</strong>
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				She listens, but near the end of the 'talking' too, she yawns.&nbsp; Starting to lay back and make herself comfortable.&nbsp; Hand slipping into her pack, grabbing a flat backed blue crystal, and affixes it to her armored plate, "Wake me in two hours, if you need to stop for the night, i'll take the nightwatches...all of them." she informs the woman.&nbsp; Pulling out a blanket, and then the armor wrapped sword, she settles in, using the armor and sword as a pillow, and the blanket to cover her body...and a moment later, a black globe covers her body.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 03:53:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Yuria was positively<em> fuming</em> when Amal prepared herself for sleep, though that image faded as the darkness surrounded her.&nbsp; Surprisingly, there is no response to the rather rude way in which the drow ended the conversation, and she'll be able to trance/drift off to sleep easily enough.<br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>A couple of hours later, and Amal finds hersel awakening, the afternoon gone and evening quickly falling.&nbsp; Her darkness spell is gone, and the wagon has clearly stopped, with neither Yuria nor the driver around.&nbsp; If she decides to leave the wagon, she'll notice a nearby fire has been lit, with some seven or eight people around it, one of which stands out as being the only woman and the only one still wearing what would look to be a rather heavy set of armor, were it not made of mithril at least.&nbsp; It appears they are fixing dinner, one of the men doing the cooking while everyone else was putting the finishing touches into completing the camp.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 04:00:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The joys of only needing little rest.&nbsp; The woman rising, and pulling her things together, putting them away.&nbsp; Smiling.&nbsp; The drow follows the scents and sounds to the encampment, "Mmm, that was rather...restful."&nbsp; Any sleep is restful compared to war time and battle stolen sleep.&nbsp; The drow looking over the remnants of the camp and caravan.&nbsp; Figuring the group lucky for her presence.&nbsp; Stretched too thin to provide a restful night's sleep for any, while maintaining a watch.&nbsp; Supplies likely better for food and water, what with their downed comrades.&nbsp; <br><br>She remains on the fringes of the encampment, "Forgive me, but wouldn't you rather be closer to the wagons?&nbsp; What with orcs already found in the area, and other such types bent on stealing things?" she asks to no one in particular.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 04:27:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her words catch everyone's attention, mostly from the surprise of speaking in the silence of the evening.&nbsp; The nearest man provides a response to her statement, however.<br><br>"We already have them pulled in close, and we're not that far from them." the human man states "Besides, that's what the night watch is mainly for; mainly to guard the wagons."<br><br>A few of the other nights agree, and as it can be seen, the tents and etc aren't out of earshot of the wagons should anyone or anything be moving about in them.&nbsp; The female knight of the bunch stands and walks over, having finished her part of the setup.&nbsp; She's not quite smiling, possibly still a bit irked from the earlier rude behavior exhibited toward her earlier, or perhaps for another reason altogether.<br><br>"This is the best option for us; either we set up camp in the trees or in the road, and setting them up in the road is&nbsp; a bad idea even at night." she explains "This is the closest we can get in that case, without spreading ourselves out too much.&nbsp; I'd rather lose a few pieces of cargo than a man."<br><br>Her eyes narrow a bit, her gaze focused a bit more on Amal's features, seemingly studying them.<br><br>"You sure that was enough sleep?&nbsp; I don't want you nodding off tonight before your shift is up." she said "I know you volunteered to do all of them, but I don't want you pushing yourself.&nbsp; The plan stands at a 50/50 shift, you and I, and you'll get the first shift.&nbsp; I'll check on you midway through the night, and if you're doing well, I'll just go to bed again.&nbsp; Sound good?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 04:35:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles, nodding, "Well, it's your caravan and not mine." she says.&nbsp; Pulling the crystal off of her breastplate, and clips it to Yuria's.&nbsp; The woman smirking, "I'm fine, and fully rested, the joys of a long military career, and training, dear knight.&nbsp; Sleep the night in your armor.&nbsp; You will find it just like the finest spidersilk sheets and comfortable mattress possible."&nbsp; Winking, she moves over to the meal being prepared, looking down at, and moves away, "All who need rest, rest, and not worry about the watch tonight, i've had all the rest I need, and require nothing else." she says.&nbsp; Looking over the encampment, looking for a good place to lay in wait for the night.&nbsp; Moving back to Yuria, "Rest, trust me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 07:11:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Yuria blinks as the drow smiles, nods, and is acting far more... pleasant than earlier in the day.&nbsp; The crystal is clipped on easily enough, and she listens as you explain everything.&nbsp; The wink, it seems, surprises her, and as she moves to the pot several eyes are upon her, most notably the driver from earlier in the day, who is looking at the dark skinned elf like she was psychotic.&nbsp; Yuria is smiling more, much more pleasant with her previous irritation seemingly gone.&nbsp; She nods, and sets a gauntleted hand upon her shoulder with that brilliant grin of hers.<br><br>"I will... and I do trust you." she says, honestly "I shall see you in no time at all..."<br><br>With that, she goes over to await the completion of the meal, which would be in but a minute or two, and after a fairly quick dinner, she heads off to bed, though the men seem to stay up talking and joking a bit longer, but within an hour, everyone in the camp, save the dark elf, is asleep in their tents...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 07:19:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The drow behaves herself once all them eat (something she doesn't do), and prepare for the night's rest.&nbsp; She spends her time, walking the camp, keeping watch.&nbsp; Mentally going over her spells, all of them, going through even the ones she's not able to cast yet, but still knoes.&nbsp; Drills.&nbsp; Keeping a watchful eye over the camp, the wagons, even peeking in on Yuria, looking over the knight as she sleeps.&nbsp; Watch is boring, mind numbing work, yet, she seems to have all of her weapons at the ready.&nbsp; Bow in hand, arrow in the other, ready to go with a spell as well.&nbsp; Prepared, primed, ready.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 07:54:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The drow's hyper-vigilance serves her well, as well as her aptitude at seeing in little to no physical light.&nbsp; She seems aware of every little sound, every little movement around them.&nbsp; &nbsp;A nighttime animal, a raccoon by the looks of it, makes it's way into camp to sniff the food, but leaves in a hurry should Amal get close at all.&nbsp; Wind blows leaves and branches, and the coves of the wagons as well.&nbsp; She can even differentiate the sources of all the snoring about... and notices Yuria is but a normal rate of breathing in the process.&nbsp; However, it would seem there are not threats...<br><br>In fact it's not until about the time Yuria had said that she would be up and running, ready to go, that there is movement.&nbsp; The movement, however, is from Yuria's tent, and a moment later she can be seen exiting it, surprisingly silent despite her armor, stretching and with a smile on her face at how good she feels, a hand reaching back after that to put her long hair in a ponytail again, to keep it properly in check should a 'problem' arise.&nbsp; She closes her eyes and listens for the drow, and when she manages to track her down, she slowly makes her way over, still smiling and looking quite pleasant, until she is quite near that a whisper would be no problem to hear.<br><br>"Hey, how are you holding up?" she asks softly "Need me to take up the next watch?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 08:03:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				No threats, and it only puts the drow on more edge.&nbsp; Crouched low against a tree, swords resting against it, quiver at her feet.&nbsp; Her eyes dart to each thing, dismissing them as they come.&nbsp; The drow is quiet the entire time, even now.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking up at Yuria, she blinks, seeming to relax a little, "Yes.&nbsp; I am fine.&nbsp; You may continue to rest until morning." she says gently, quietly, if a little on the terse side of things.&nbsp; Another shift from the more free and gentle creature she was some hours ago.&nbsp; <br><br>The drow offers a small smile, "I have done this many times, with others, on my own.&nbsp; It is no problem.&nbsp; I require little rest." she says, this coming from someone who you have not seen eat or drink anything and has shown to carry no food or waterskins.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 08:19:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Yuria notes the weapons out and ready as she gets closer, and the manner in which she responds... even the smile and whatnot... she can't keep a smile on her own face.&nbsp; Pulling off the crystal, and reaching onto her bag, she knees down in front of her, looking her right in the eyes sternly.&nbsp; She pushes two items into Amal's hands: the crystal for her armor, and a full waterskin, heavy with water.<br><br>"No, you're not fine.&nbsp; You haven't drank anything, you haven't eaten anything, and you slept for not even two hours." she says sternly, but sympathetically "You're twitchy, on-edge... you're going to burn yourself out, and when you do it will be a long, <em>hard</em> crash.&nbsp; Drink as much of that as you can, get up, go to bed, and <em>trust me</em>, as I've trusted you... <em>I've</em> done this many times before, and <em>I've</em> seen people do what <em>you're</em> doing before... and I don't want to see you end up a paranoid shell with a broken mind."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 08:29:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am a soldier, I am more than capable with what I have and my own limits and abilities, and believe me when I say it, I do not require more sleep and water.&nbsp; I have taken steps to curb such necessities."&nbsp; The drow licking her lips as she smiles, "I'm on edge constantly.&nbsp; I'm hated on sight in most of the lands and even in the underdark, orcs and other things patrol, and I am a soldier.&nbsp; To not be on edge is to be dead.&nbsp; Why do you think I use spells to aid in sleep, and magic stave off the need for food and drink?&nbsp; I am drow, and I am a target." she says quietly.&nbsp; <br><br>"You should rest, your abilities may be at higher call than mine should there be an attack this night or during the day."&nbsp; &nbsp;The drow pushing the items back to the woman, "Though I will take my crystal back in the morning."&nbsp; Said with a smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 08:44:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Still on her knees in front of the drow, Yuria pushes back against the hands that pushed her away, and her gaze is more sympathetic than even before.<br><br>"Please... trust me when I say you are safe with me around.&nbsp; You don't need to push yourself like this, and you don't need to be on edge right now.&nbsp; None of the guys over there hate you, and I <em>certainly</em> don't hate you, despite our earlier 'disagreements'." she said, smiling slightly "Your body may not crave it, but that doesn't mean you don't <em>need</em> it.&nbsp; Simply surviving&nbsp; is not living, being 'energized' does not replace a good sleep, and being 'nourished' does not replace a tasty meal and a healthy amount of water and drink... so please, relax... you.&nbsp; Are. <em>Safe</em>..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 08:57:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't want them, and I will not take them." she says gently.&nbsp; The drow smiling, "While you say I am safe, for now that may be true. but that will very well change when we get to Silverymoon."&nbsp; She bows her head, "That you care is touching, and a welcome change to many who's path I have crossed, but know, when I say I do not require or need something, it is true."&nbsp; She's a stubborn one it seems, but she's likely been on her own ever since leaving the military.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 09:07:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She holds the items where they are for quite some time, not saying a word as the drow's words hang int he air.&nbsp; Finally, she moves them away, putting both the crystal and the waterskin off to the side.<br><br>"Fine, if you don't need them, then you don't need them." she says softly, moving closer to the drow "But you <em>are</em> going to relax even if I have to make you..."<br><br>'twas not a threat behind her words; she said them as if it was a simple statement of fact, which judging by the fact that she currently had a hand placed on either side of her against the tree she was against, and was leaning in, her 'method of persuasion' was likely quite obvious.&nbsp; She did not stop until her lips would be against the drow's own, pushing her into a deeper kiss than the one they'd shared before...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 09:14:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There's not much to say at that point.&nbsp; She doesn't stop the other, not at all.&nbsp; Lips pressed to lips, the drow leaning into and not pulling away, her eyes even falling shut as she falls into the kiss so to speak.&nbsp; Fingers coming to rest on other's armored sides.&nbsp; She even pushes the kiss, deepening it suddenly before breaking it, taking a slow breath, a deep one, "So I was right, you do find me attractive."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 09:30:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She deepens the kiss as the other woman does, and when they break, she's breathing deep as well.&nbsp; She smirks, at the comment, and if it were any other situation, she'd probably have laughed.<br><br>"I never said I <em>didn't</em> now did I?" she replied, words much like she'd used in the earlier argument "More than attractive; exotic, gorgeous, sensual, just fucking <em>hot</em>... now stand up; I have a <em>big</em> surprise for you..."<br><br>She may have told her to do so, but lest she move immediately the drow would find herself dragged up onto her feet, pushed up against the tree (which would happen regardless of if she moves of her own accord or not), and find the body of the older (equivalent, anyway) woman pressed firmly against her.&nbsp; Armor against armor, lower body against lower body, a leg between the drow's to help hold her in place, with the half-nymphs arms on either side yet still pinning her in.&nbsp; She went in for another deep kiss, licking at the drows lips and wanting entrance to the other's mouth.&nbsp; In the meantime, theres seemed to be a growing pressure against Amal's leg, right where Yuria's groin was pressed...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 09:38:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The drow oofs, letting out the sound as she pushed up and against a tree.&nbsp; She's grinning at the half-nymph as she's pinned and kissed.&nbsp; Delving back into the meeting of lips, pressing her lips back to the woman's, well, maybe not a woman.&nbsp; That feeling, there's a pause there as she squirms, working to slip a hand down, if able, to feel about and confirm a now growing suspicion as to the nature of this Paladin against her.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 09:51:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Yuria can tell she's squirming, but doesn't break the kiss, simply lets her waist back a little bit, so that the curious hand can get down to it's goal.&nbsp; She grins into the kiss as the hand eventually takes hold of it, with 'it' being a long, stiff phallus, larger than most men's, thicker too, and should she go lower, she'd even find a large set of matching 'male' orbs beneath the base of the long, thick shaft.&nbsp; Finally breaking the kiss again, moving her head in close to her elven ear, she's again breathing heavily.<br><br>"Surprise... and a pretty big one too, isn't it?" she said huskily "Don't worry, I'm <em>quite</em> the woman everywhere else... fey blood has some... interesting effects in non-fey bloodlines.&nbsp; Now unless you have a <em>problem</em>, then I want your pants and belt off and on the ground, and don't bother with anything else; it'll take too long.&nbsp; If you <em>do</em> take too long... then I'm <em>ripping</em> them off and you're going the rest of the way to town without any!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 09:58:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There are many things one learns in the military, getting in and out of uniform is easy, and almost second nature.&nbsp; It comes in handy, like now.&nbsp; She doesn't even stop stroking that phallus, teasing it with her fingers as her other hand nimbly unbuckles and loosens her pants.&nbsp; Enough to push them down to her knees, "I'll need to turn around, or have to take them off all the way." she says with a smile.&nbsp; Already trying to disengage from the woman, and turn away, and bending over to offer herself up, "It's been awhile...so, don't make me wait."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 19:18:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Yuria moves away enough to allow her to remove her pants to her knees for starters, one hand moving to lift up he own skirt, letting the growing, hardening length spring forth (apparently, she'd forgone undergarments for the eve).&nbsp; She likewise let her position herself as she wished, presenting her mostly bare rear for Yuria's pleasure.&nbsp; The knight rested her gauntleted hands upon each cheek, squeezing them slightly, purring softly at their firmness, clearly approving of them.&nbsp; She even traced a finger along the edges of the thong, finding it quite fitting and sensual.<br><br>However, she quickly raised one hand, and brought it back down roughly upon the right cheek, and though it did not make too much noise, it was sure to sting due to the gauntlet upon her hand.&nbsp; She raised her hand again, and brought it down a bit&nbsp; harder upon the same side, ensuring that it stung a bit more than the last, before she leaned forward, close to the tip of the drow's long ear, and began to whisper.<br><br>"I said, 'I want you're pants and belt off and <em>on the ground</em>... not down to your knees." she said, her whisper calm yet authoritative in her tone "I also said I would rip them, and you would be walking tomorrow bare-assed... those were your only warnings, the first one for not doing as you were told, and the second for telling me how I should do this... don't make such mistakes again, or I promise it will hurt worse.&nbsp; Now... take your pants off <em>properly</em>, and wait like a good girl."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 19:26:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It's a suprise.&nbsp; The drow not letting out a yelp or a sound, but more shifts with each swat to that rounded dark rear.&nbsp; Shifting, the drow reaches and pushes her pants as far down as one can in her position, which is to say around her her ankles.&nbsp; Stepping out of them, to widen her stance just a bit more.&nbsp; <br><br>She doesn't even look back, just sliding her thong off to the side to bare the dark lips of her sex.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 19:45:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She watches, hands upon the rear still as the drow does as she is told, and does it promptly.&nbsp; She purrs in approval again, a deep, sensual sound, as the thong is shifted from her sex, though it was hard to differentiate the dark lips from the rest of her in the darkness.&nbsp; No matter; and she moved forward, hands taking hold of her sides firmly, sliding her stiff rod underneath her along her sex, teasing her at first with a smirk upon her face.<br><br>After a minute, though it seemed it was much longer to Yuria at least, but finally she drew back, head pressed against the dark lips of her entrance.&nbsp; She pushed forward with her hips, parting the lips, until she was in far enough to make one quick, sharp thrust of her entire length, seeking to see just how much this woman, whom was likely about as much a virgin as she herself was a pretty young girl who'd just come of age, could take before she began to properly help her 'relax'.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 19:53:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Calm, measured, breathing.&nbsp; The drow closes her eyes amidst that...teasing.&nbsp; Hips rolling, and pressing her sex against that shaft more, a slight dissapointed groan comming when contact is lost, only to gasp, a more pleasured one at that when contact is again part of things and she's being pushed into, her sex tight, warm, and very well lubricated, ready for this task.&nbsp; Hips pushing back, and she biting her lips to keep quiet.&nbsp; Her sex gripping and milking at your length, and grinds herself back, continuing to take slow breaths.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 20:11:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmm... so <em>wet</em>, and <em>tight</em>!" she muttered slowly drawing herself back til it was but the head left in her "Don't tell me you <em>enjoyed</em> your punishment now, did you?"<br><br>With that, another thrust, striking at the depths of her sex, setting an even pace after that, each thrust punctuated by a slap of hips against her ass, the knight moaning softly with each thrust, speeding up ever so slightly every so often, and deeper yet still.&nbsp; Relax her, she planned to do, as many times as necessary... but to see her break her calm... that was something she planned to see for more selfish reasons.&nbsp; Hence her control for a slow buildup to make her lust and crave for release, rather than ravaging her wildly... but that too would undoubtedly come in time...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 20:17:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She doesn't talk, no.&nbsp; The drow rolling her hips back, in time with the thrusting into her hungry depths, walls of her sex gripping, squeezing at the invading shaft, her breaths becoming ragged, a little labored as the pace increases, but she doesn't cry out, or moan, the occasional gasp does escape from her lips as she pushes back against the half-nymph's thrusts.&nbsp; The drow enjoying herself, but knows that too much noise attracts the unwanted or an attack., and she's not ready to just cut loose here and now...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 22:08:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing her breath become more ragged drives the knight into thrusting harder and deeper into the dark, wet folds.&nbsp; It's not long before she's rapidly impaling the woman before her all the way to the hilt, her hips and sac slapping against the drow with each thrust, timing it perfectly with the drow's own movements, intending to heighten both of their pleasures as much as she can.&nbsp; It felt as if her walls were just sucking her in, loving her hard, stiff cock with every dripping soaked inch of her.<br><br>She slid her hands down for a better grip, only to thrust a little bit harder into her, surprisingly quiet despite her armor, having come from years of training in such masses of metal.&nbsp; She moaned softly yet still, and leaned in a bit as she was thrusting into her.<br><br>"Are you... not enjoying this?" she whispered, clearly teasing her "You're so quiet... moan for me... tell me of your pleasure, will you?&nbsp; A little... won't wake anyone... or... would you... rather I stopped this now?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 05:54:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She groans, the drow panting, taking short breaths, trying to keep from making too much noise, as she pushes back, keeping the rythym with the other.&nbsp; It's a moment before she speaks, soft, raspy, "It's instinct." she shifts, arching her back as she bites back a groan.&nbsp; The woman panting after, "During watch, or on the field...noise...brings enemies." she whispers, clenching her eyes shut, her body tensing up under the paladin's thrusts, "In the open, too man things can happen!" she whispers harshly.&nbsp; The drow taking heavier breaths.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 08:05:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"That... uh, you don't have to worry about!" she manages out, slamming into the drow harder and faster "I'm going to be cumming soon, girl... I'm going to cum <em>deep</em> inside you... tell me you want my seed, girl... if you beg for it, I'll help you relax some more..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 08:11:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amal pants heavily.&nbsp; The drow groaning with each thrust, "A...ah, Y...Yuria, g...go, cum in me.&nbsp; &nbsp;Don't...don't st-!" she lets out a short cry, biting her lip as she grinds back against the woman's thrusts, pushing back holding position as she is thrust into.&nbsp; The drow woman panting as squeezes her inner walls around that shaft more. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 08:28:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She's grinning as she hears her plead for it, calling her by name even!&nbsp; That turned her on immensely, so as the drow's body squeezes tight upon her, making her groan even more, she takes a better hold of her hips and ass, and thrusts in to the hilt as hard as she can a couple of times, before finally shoving it in one, last, time!&nbsp; Groaning again, her member twitches as her balls tighten, and she begins to fire round upon round of hot seed up into the drow's body, over and over deep into her womb.<br><br>After what seemed like ages as the drow's dark sex seemed to suck the cum right out of her, she's breathing heavily, holding onto her still and not pulling out, least not yet anyway.&nbsp; She leans in closely, her voice calmer, quieter, and much happier by far.&nbsp; Soothing too, surprisingly enough; she's practically cooing to the young drow.<br><br>"Feel better, Amal?" she coos into her ear "Have you relaxed yet?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 08:38:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The drow continues to pant and grind back against the woman, pushing back as the woman thrusts and then pumps that last time.<br><br>She pants, taking in deep deep breaths, taking a moment before talking,&nbsp; "Mmm, i've needed that for awhile." she says, a little out of breath.&nbsp; The drow starting to calm down a little, "I'm fine, just as I was earlier, when I was on watch, taking&nbsp; your life and the other's in my hands." she whispers to the woman.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 10:06:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighs a bit, and slowly slides herself out of the drow's dark depths, herself softening slowly after having found release.&nbsp; She turns the woman around, and brings her up with a finger upon her chin, bringing her up to eye level.&nbsp; She leans in and kisses her, softly, gently, very much unlike the last one which was rough and passionate.&nbsp; This one was... far more kind and gentle,&nbsp; loving.<br><br>"You didn't look fine... you were on edge constantly, more than you needed to be... and with you not eating, drinking, or sleeping for long... I've seen too many men and women burn themselves out like that... I was concerned, and I've learned persistence is the best means of dealing with them." she said, softly as she held her close now "Do me a favor... promise me you'll relax when we get somewhere safer than this, please?&nbsp; I want to see you truly rest, and eat and drink rather than simply be 'sated' with magic.&nbsp; It'll make me feel better, okay?"<br><br>She leaned in and kissed her once more, and whispered softly against said lips:<br><br>"Now... it looks like we've made a mess of each other... why don't you get down and clean it up for me?" she said in the same playful mood "I'll return the favor, if you want..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 10:17:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The drow mmms! Being pulled out of.&nbsp; She flushes at the feeling, finding herself upright and kissed.&nbsp; All too briefly it seems, "I am fine.&nbsp; I was fine." she whispers, "There are things at work that keep me going with no ill effects.&nbsp; With all the dangers I face, the only truly safe place is among my own kind, and sometimes not even then."&nbsp; The drow winking, sliding to her knees and pulling her clothes back on once on her knees, "I'll bathe in Silverymoon." she says, before, leaning into knights crotch, lips and tongue finding that lenght, beginning a slow bathing of the organ with her tongue, taking her time till it glistens in what little moonlight there is, and she leans back to blow a cool stream of air over the saliva soaked skin...to dry it off...and tease.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 13:19:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmm..." she moans as the organ is begun to be bathed with the tongue "You still... shouldn't rely on such magic all the time!&nbsp; Part of... mm... being a mage is knowing when you <em>shouldn't</em> rely on magic... and besides, such base needs can be enjoyable, and there is nothing wrong with that."<br><br>She shivers a bit at the blowing, and the previously near flaccid organ begins to twitch to life, it seems.&nbsp; She plants a hand atop the kneeling elf's head, another smile upon her face.<br><br>"You wouldn't by chance want a bit <em>more</em> to taste, would you?" it was about half a question, but it was a question at least in word "Perhaps until you finally have a drink?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 18:33:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smirks, continuing to lap with her tongue along the organ's length as it rises and fills out once more.&nbsp; Amal not talking much as she pulls the tip into her mouth, lips wrapping into a seal, and she sucks, tongue pressing and toying at the tip briefly, before she slowly bobs her head, taking more of the length into her mouth with each pass, a slow pace being set, and her hands rising to the other's hips, grasping to keep that pace.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 21:19:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Now fully erect after the licking, she's making quite some noise (not enough to be a problem though) as dark lips wrap around her head, and the sucking... it made her shiver with pleasure!&nbsp; The mouth sliding up and down her shaft, the head bobbing upon her with a gauntleted hand upon the top as the hands grasp her waist... she was truly enjoying this moment as much as the last one.<br><br>"You... are <em>good</em> at this..." she whispers out "Suck as hard as you can... you'll have more to taste soon enough!" ~&lt;3
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 06:21:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She's not planning to stop, and respond, she's just a bit busy.&nbsp; The drow, slowing her bobbing to quite a slow and more...even and soft pacing, up and down, sucking and flicking her tongue as her hands keep the other's hips in place.&nbsp; The woman's eyes closed as she works.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 06:28:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Settling into the steady pace, the hand on her hips ensuring she wouldn't be doing any thrusting or moving.&nbsp; Eyes closed as well, she was most enjoying her blowjob from the dark skinned elf before her, though she certainly had the lips of an angel upon her.&nbsp; The slower pace, with the harder sucking... she may have cum already, but she was so very <em>hot</em> from the feel of lips upon her, which she hadn't had in <em>quite</em> some time... she was about to blow as it was!<br><br>She held it off though, tightening and restraining herself as much as she could, and finally, as she knew she could handle no more...<br><br>"I'm... Amal, I'm-!" she manages, sliding both hands smoothly into the drow's hair and holding her in place as her cock grew just slightly.<br><br>Then, of course, she began to pump her seed into the drow's mouth, filling her with spurt after spurt of warm, white seed as her balls constricted upon her body.&nbsp; A fair number of bursts, almost as many as when she'd first cum inside her sweet elven flower between her legs, and finally she released her grip, breathing quite heavily, and finding standing to be a chore.&nbsp; She said nothing as she stood there, her length deflating rapidly, basking in the afterglow of her second orgasm of the night in such a short time.&nbsp; Such intensity, especially of the last one where she'd restrained herself more...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 07:16:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The drow is skilled enough, and patient, enjoying a simple act.&nbsp; Something of pleasure for a partner.&nbsp; Why so many read so much into this she'll never understand, but now, now she's just enjoying herself.&nbsp; Amal easily swallowing that seed, suckling until that shaft deflates, before she rises, "I think, Yuria, more sleep would be best for you, as you've had a rather...intense amount of action." she says, rising and fixing her pants, adjusting her armor and clothes, making sure all is right and proper with her appearance.&nbsp; She turns her head away, checking for her weapons, looking back to the paladin with a smile.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 09:31:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Yuria nods, for as much as she would like to never admit it, she was not able to sustain such... draining activity as often as she used to, and two so quickly was... well, quite draining.&nbsp; When she turned away to check things, Yuria moved in to surprise her when she turned around, pulling her tight into a kiss, long and deep, with her tongue so very active seeking out her mouth.&nbsp; Moments, or perhaps minutes, later, and the woman broke the kiss.&nbsp; Still breathing a bit heavier from the kiss now, and was smiling widely.<br><br>"Good night, Amal." she whispered softly "That was... quite fun.&nbsp; We must do it again sometime..."<br><br>With that, a wink that she figured the drow could see in the dark, she walked off to her tent, trusting that her friend, yes, certainly a friend now, could handle herself as she claimed, though she'd be ensuring that she opened up and enjoyed life soon enough in Silverymoon.&nbsp; As for her watch... well, daybreak would come soon enough, without further hassle...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 15:11:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She responds so well, what with pressing into that long and deep kiss, pushing it further if such a thing could be done.&nbsp; Amal watching the other, intently, a faint smirk worn.&nbsp; <br><br>"Good Night, Yuria." she responds to the departing night, becoming once again a creature hard to read. <br><br>The drow's smile fading, even given the reason not to do so, still there is a job to be done and it is her job.&nbsp; With the woman retiring once more, the drow sets her eyes and ears back to searching for threats.&nbsp; Reflection over recent events can wait.<br><br>Move Silently: 26<br>Listen: 27<br>Spot: 31
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 07:14:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Unseen and unheard, it seems, the dark elf is most thorough and diligent at her duty.&nbsp; However, it seems that her effort was unnecessary; nary a sound nor sight is heard nor seen that night after Yura departed to bed once more.&nbsp; Dawn breaks soon enough, and everyone rouses not long after that.&nbsp; Despite her late-night venture into a certain dark elf, Yuria is up an stretching her body first of all of them, sending a smile and a wink to the drow, an endearing sort of gesture.<br><br>Within thirty minutes, camp is all but completely broken down, and breakfast is ready.&nbsp; Everyone is eating, though Yuria makes a point to fix two bowls of the warm something or another, walks over to Amal, and offers her one of the bowls.&nbsp; She's grinning, but it's a softer grin this time.<br><br>"You want some?&nbsp; Not asking if you're hungry; asking if you <em>want</em> to eat something and enjoy the taste, now that you don't have to stand solo guard." she said, a bit more force behind her voice than her expression would betray "It actually tastes pretty good... anyway, after breakfast we'll be heading out, and won't stop until we hit SIlverymoon.&nbsp; Once there... well, I'll help you get sorted out, okay?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 07:23:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The smile is met with one of her own, however brief it may be.&nbsp; The drow sliding her weapons and quiver back into place, clipping the bow to her pack.&nbsp; The woman setting her things back as they should, ease of access and all.&nbsp; <br><br>She aids in the setting up of the fire for morning meal and with any who may have need for aid in breaking apart their tents.&nbsp; <br><br>She looks at the meal, the contents of the bowl, "I'll have something in Silverymoon, too many meals eaten from a campfire, that I would rather not have had, kills my apetite for the road.&nbsp; No slight against the cook, but I would rather something prepared in a proper kitchen."&nbsp; she says calmly.&nbsp; The woman bowing her head, "I would appreciate such aid, seeing as few would like to not deal with me, because of my kind."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 17:46:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright, and I'm holding you to that, Amal." she responds to the first statement of having a meal at Silverymoon instead "And remember, as I've said, Silverymoon is a lot more tolerant of 'your kind' than most places... just don't expect open arms without strings attached."<br><br>Taking her seat surprisingly close to Amal, the knight begins her meal.&nbsp; The look of the two so near each other draws a few glances, but little else is thought of it.&nbsp; Within a half-hour yet again, the meal is done and the caravan is ready to go.&nbsp; Settling up into their posts and seats, Yuria motions for Amal to follow her, leading her to the middle wagon of the caravan, where they'd have to climb in the back to get to their 'seats' amidst the cargo.<br><br>"We'll have more privacy in here." she'd whisper softly, grinning coyly "Not suggesting anything... outrageous, but if you'd prefer to talk, or sit a little bit closer... nobody would notice or care."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 17:56:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The drow is patient, though quiet.&nbsp; Still wary, but now slowly warming up to the crew she's about.&nbsp; <br><br>The woman climbing up into wagon, and setting her weapons about her, to be grabbed with ease should the need arise for them.&nbsp; <br><br>"Someone noticed, when I joined, they played too hard at not noticing, but they did." she says with a smile. Looking for that driver that was with them the previous day.&nbsp; The drow shifting, leaning against a barrell and facing the woman, "My first order is to find someplace with a bath and a room, and then perhaps some shopping.&nbsp; There is something I would like made, none have been able too so far, and my hope is that someone with dwarven knowhow and human ingenuity can be found to make what I want..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 02:10:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The older knight sits upon a crate opposite the drow, as per the knight before, legs crossed and back straight.&nbsp; She doesn't undo her weapons though, despite seeming the experienced and skillful sort in combat and the like.&nbsp; She listens on to her plans, nodding along at parts of them, and then seems to be thinking for a bit.<br><br>"Well, I don't know what it is you're wanting made, but there are plenty of skilled dwarves there, and many of them are rather sharp in the head&nbsp; actually.&nbsp; Many humans too, so don't worry about 'ingenuity'; you'll be able to get what you need there." she said with a grin "A room and bath... well, I have the former and would love to enjoy the latter soon.&nbsp; Though, first order of business for you, at least, will be getting in, but after that it should be all well and good inside.&nbsp; If you'd like, I could show you around the city, be it the best shops, good food, you temple if its... actually, whom do you worship?&nbsp; I forgot if I asked you already, my apologies."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 02:21:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's a highly personal question to some, not so much to others, but I do worship, just...not someone who's name is said much anywhere, no temple, or..." A pause, "No true temple or alter or clergy hierarchy as most would see it." she says with a grin, "Any worshippers there, and i'll find them, but it's neither the spider queen, or her daughter." she says, amused at the secret she's keeping from the woman.<br><br>The drow smiling a little, fingers tickling at an arrow, "Mmm, I do hope it's not in Mystra's temple, i'd rather not stay there, and would rather some inn or tavern with a room for a lonely traveler making her way in the world....and a daughter who's able to provide said traveler....company." she says, eyes flicking to the woman to read her expression, "Then of course, there's the offloading of a sword and armor, and finding the required artisans..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 21:04:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hm... well, I didn't figure you for one of the spider queen's breed, but not her daughter you say?&nbsp; I know a few of Elistrae's people, they might make good friends for you, I imagine." Yuria replied, still analyzing the woman well enough "I guess we can bypass my showing you the temple though; it sounds like none we have here, and something tells me there wouldn't <em>be</em> one anyway."<br><br>She does grin a bit more at the dark elf's next words, amused and delighted by the looks of it.<br><br>"Well, there is a decent market for both arms, armor, and artisans, so it would be a matter of an hour in which you could handle all three, I'd suspect." she explained, before grinning a bit "And why an inn where you must pay?&nbsp; I wouldn't mind having you over to my home for your stay; It's just me living there, a small place not terribly far from the temple, but not <em>part</em> of the temple.&nbsp; I wouldn't mind the company... and I'd be looking forward to plenty of... '<em>companionship</em>'."<br><br>She leans forward a bit, moving forward in her seat, wanting to move a bit closer to her, knowing that for the moment, there was nobody that could view them.<br><br>"All I'd ask is that you eat and sleep properly, and enjoy yourself.&nbsp; Maybe help out fixing meals and getting food now and again, but other than that you'd owe me nothing." she said, a bit more softly "What say you?&nbsp; Would you be my guest for your stay?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 21:16:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She leans back some, one to think, and two to push her chest out.&nbsp; Even clad as she is, they're nice.&nbsp; The drow shifting some in her seat as she tilts her head side to side, "Her worshipers are rather nice people, but a little too...preachy at times." she offers over, "And Mystra's temples are nice, but they aren't my kinds of places, too ordered." she says, "Not that there is anything wrong with that, but to each their own."<br><br>An eyebrow raising as she takes in the offer, looking more thoughtful.&nbsp; Leaning back in close, but head tilted back and to the side, "Mmm, I may not like the same <em>companionship</em> nightly, variety is a lovely spice and in such a city, such opportunities cannot be wasted, plus, a girl in uniform, well, you d o know what's said about a uniform." she says winking.<br><br>"I will stay as your guest though, and aid when and how I can, but cooking, something for a male to do." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 21:48:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				At the mention of different 'companionship,' there is a slight, minute flash of... something... in the 'older' woman's eye.&nbsp; Disappointment, maybe?&nbsp; It's not the easiest to tell, unfortunately, and it's <em>very</em> brief, with her seemingly unaffected by the comment a moment later.<br><br>"Yes, everyone <em>loves</em> a girl in uniform." she replied, leaning in a bit closer "A 'male's' job or no, there are no men that live in my home; it will be just us two ladies, so you <em>may</em> have to do some cooking every now and again; you will be staying for free otherwise, it's not <em>that</em> much to ask."<br><br>Again, she's leaning in a bit closer, her lips moving in the direction of the dark elf's as she speaks.<br><br>"Also, I... understand the idea of not wanting the same companionship nightly, though sadly I've never been able to... experience such options, for rather <em>obvious</em> reasons." she said, and again there was the briefest of flashes of negative emotion "I won't make you, but though you may not have the same 'companionship,' perhaps you would have the same 'companion' in the long run?&nbsp; I would very much like being your... companion, and besides..."<br><br>She finally moved in, kissing her a bit roughly, but somehow sweetly at once.<br><br>"You may find you <em>like</em> me a bit more than you think..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 22:09:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She pauses.&nbsp; A little shocked, ok quite so. <br><br>Amal smiles, "Yuria, while I can't rule it out, the long run is centuries for me, and decades for you, and is rarely something I even picture being a part of my life." she says, a gentle tone, "I will think on that, but I will accept your hospitality, and your companionship for the time being, and aid as best I can..."&nbsp; Oh how to tell someone she can't cook, part of the reason for the ring she wears. <br><br>The drow smiling, "That being said, there are some in this land, who would relish in you obvious reasons besides me, and I wouldn't mind helping you find some, and such...explanations for those reasons could be made, some would even find...acceptable." she says softly.&nbsp; "Just think of the fun two can have and add another?" she says winking after that kiss.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 22:35:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her smile remains, and she chuckles a bit, though it's a bit dry in tone.&nbsp; She stands and moves over to the other side of the wagon, sitting down next to Amal, close to her, but not <em>too</em> close, by most people's standards anyway.<br><br>"Well, luckily the 'long run' I meant was more along my timeline; I'll be dead and gone long before you even come <em>close</em> to my equivalent age right now." she said, again a bit dry in her speech "I'm no fool dear... but I do get lonely, and til now finding someone has been... a bit difficult."<br><br>She moved a bit closer, now up next to her on the side opposite her weapons, and lay against her slightly.&nbsp; She loved being close, being physical with another; it made her feel... comfortable and safe, even though she was not particularly 'vulnerable' feeling to begin with.<br><br>"I wouldn't mind you helping me find another; at the very least, should you find yourself not interested in me in the future, I would at least have another." she said, a bit less dry in her tone, but still smiling "I won't lie to them as to why I am what I am though, I'm saying that right now; I'm half-nymph, half-fey... the blood simply causes oddities when mixed with the blood of a human.&nbsp; What's the point in finding a companion if you must lie to them?&nbsp; But that aside..."<br><br>She leaned up and kissed her cheek this time, this one softer, more gentle and, daresay, loving.&nbsp; She was grinning wholeheartedly when she pulled back, resting a hand upon the dark elf's thigh.<br><br>"I do hope your thinking will work out for us both, Amal; you are quite the interesting young woman, you know." she said softly "And yes, I would think having two would be twice the fun!&nbsp; Not a bad thought at all..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 22:52:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Chances." she says softly, "Take them, you'll never know what you'll find." she says with a smile.&nbsp; The drow shifting some watching the human.&nbsp; A hand raising to stroke the Human's arm as she moved even closer, "Well, I wouldn't mind helping you, and we could enjoy someone...together." she says with a smile, "Such encounters are quite enjoyable, if a little...exhausting and draining." she says, speaking with experience it seems.<br><br>Her fingers idly toying with the woman's hair, when that head touches her thigh.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 23:11:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She lay upon her, loving the sensation.&nbsp; It was odd, how such a strong, proud, tough knight could have such a weakness for being close with someone so.&nbsp; But alas, 'twas the case, and so she enjoyed her time spent upon the lap of the woman whom she hoped would be a bit more than a 'companion' to her in time.<br><br>"Together... that would be quite nice." she said, grinning and enjoying her hair being played with so "Imagine if we could find another like me... wouldn't you enjoy having two-"<br><br>Her words would never be spoken, however, for at that moment a loud, echoing crash came from the side of the wagon, sending it tipping over onto the side the two women's backs were against, with screaming and wild neighing adding to it.&nbsp; Boxes and crates crashed and rolled, furs and skins falling out about them as the cart rolled twice and skidded to a halt, crashing against a tree.&nbsp; Outside, after it all finished up, there was the sounds of battle from where the rest of the caravan was at upon the road.&nbsp; By the sounds, it was apparently orcs, yet again, and more than the last time.<br><br>(Make a Reflex DC25 for half damage; Evasion and etc do apply)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 23:23:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There's no chance for words, no chance for much of anything.&nbsp; The cart rolling, and she with it!&nbsp; Pushing and moving as best one can amongst the boxes and barrels, while going end over end.&nbsp; Rising from the smaller stance she took, the drow glared out either end of the wagon, and after grabbing her swords looked for, and checked for Yuria amongst the wreckage and boxes...<br><br>(Reflex:29).
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 05:27:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Yuria seems alright, though the driver looks a bit messed up.&nbsp; With a flash of movement and ringing of steel, Yuria's weapon is out and ready to go.&nbsp; Her face is one of blatant agitation and fury.&nbsp; She glances to see that Amal is alright, and then sees that the driver, though banged up, is doing alright as well as he digs himself out of the furs.<br><br>"Alright, you ready?" she says to Amal, much more serious now than in the car, her eyes dead set and determined.<br><br>(Sorry it's short, but kinda had to be for this moment)<br>(You may make a free standard action to put you into initiative, then roll initiative and it'll start from there)<br>(btw, your standard action basically boils down to cast spell or similar, or move to see your foes)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 05:37:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She moves up, not limping, not seeming slowed down by the accident.&nbsp; The drow narrowing her eyes as she moves towards the combat, "I'm always ready." she says with a slight growl, moving in an arc to bring her up behind the orcs...<br><br>Initiative: 17<br>Spot: 29, picking out casters
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 06:22:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Yuria follows out after in a hurry, also not injured in the slightest, running around up beside Amal.&nbsp; The scene before you... is that of a small battleground.&nbsp; The other carts seem to be alright; only the middle one was tipped, which was the one Amal and Yuria were resting in.&nbsp; There are orcs being fended off by the other men, most of whom seem to be handling themselves quite nicely.<br><br>There are a few converging on the overturned cart, two with large axes and one, a woman oddly enough, tall and clad in a fur robe of sorts, without a shred of armor upon her form.&nbsp; Near the cart there is an orc... or rather, a beast of an orc, standing a good ten feet tall with horns atop his head, and fur upon his upper body, with a face holding a bit of a snout to it.&nbsp; He's also holding a sword the size of both Yuria and Amal put together.<br><br>Yuria seems to be on the ball, and rushes forward towards the closest one, the one with the gigantic axe.&nbsp; She ducks under the blade as she gets close to him, and hacks at the thigh with a swift strike, eliciting a scream from his snout as blood began to drain down his leg.&nbsp; Amal will notice that only two of them seem to be a bit... different in their nature, though without arcane sight she cannot be sure, but they are the woman in the fur robe... and the gigantic orc Yuria is fighting.<br><br>(Yuria is the only one to go before you.&nbsp; She charges the half-minotaur orc, who misses his AoO and gets hit for damage)<br>(BtW, the half-minotaur is considered a Large creature, and both it and the woman are magically capable)<br>(The H-M Orc is 15 ft from you with a 10' reach, the two greataxe orcs are 40', and the woman is 50')
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 06:38:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Greeeeat.&nbsp; &nbsp;She hangs back.&nbsp; Readying and then beginning to cast a spell, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she finishes the spell, and holds her hand out towards the robed woman, a small 2inch orb of ice shooting out from her hand towards the robed woman...<br><br><br>Orb of Cold<br>Ranged Touch:25<br>Dmg:55<br>Fort: DC:19 or sickened for 1 round.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 10:10:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The orb strikes the woman, and she looks rather beat up... but she's standing, and currently she is <em>angry</em>.&nbsp; A quick swipe of her hands, and five orbs of force fly forth, striking Amal so quickly she doesn't get the chance to dodge.&nbsp; Then, she draws forth a dagger, and with another quick bout of words, a brilliant light shines forth from the dagger, brighter than the night-dwelling drow can handle, blinding her easily.<br><br>The gigantic half-minotaur takes swing after swing at Yuria, first one flying just over her head, but the second one catching her full on in the side, her armor not helping much as she's slammed back against the wagon a bout of blood pouring from her mouth at the tremendous blow.&nbsp; The two orcs charge, both working in unison to attack the blinded dark elf, one high downward upon her shoulder, another aiming for her side.<br><br>The fighting in the background is unseen by the Drow, but judging by the death screams, the Orcs seem to be losing.&nbsp; Also unseen, perhaps blending further into the expanse of light, is Yuria's tremendous battlecry, the sound of splitting flesh and bone as her divinely-guided blade finds it's mark against the half-minotaur, an explosion of flesh seeming to occur from it's general location.<br><br>(Sorceress casts Quickened Magic Missile for 15 Damage (Overcoming SR), Draws Dagger, Casts Daylight and Blinds Amal for 1 Round)<br>(H-M Orc takes 2 swings, first misses and second royally nails Yuria)<br>(Two GA Orcs attack Amal while she's blinded, and they roll an 17 and a 23 to hit her, 12 and 10 damage respectively)<br>(Three orcs die from the other group, men still standing strong (the Daylight spell hurt the mook Orcs' chances))<br>(Yuria scores a Critical Smite attack against the H-M Orc... outright killing him, lucky her)<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Blind</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The character cannot see. He takes a -2 penalty to Armor Class, loses his Dexterity bonus to AC (if any), moves at half speed, and takes a -4 penalty on Search checks and on most Strength- and Dexterity-based skill checks. All checks and activities that rely on vision (such as reading and Spot checks) automatically fail. All opponents are considered to have total concealment&nbsp; (50% miss chance) to the blinded character. Characters who remain blinded for a long time grow accustomed to these drawbacks and can overcome some of them.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 10:19:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She winces, growling at the orbs hitting her, growling even louder as she is blinded by the light she moves towards the other wagon, away from the woman and her dagger of light, "<strong>Coward and vile creature,&nbsp; you will pay for such cheap and mundane magic, face me as a true warrior of the arcane.</strong>" she yells out in draconic.&nbsp; The drow squinting her eyes as she moves, trying to put distance between her and that dagger. <br><br>Move action, full, 15 ft
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 11:16:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Vile?&nbsp; Coward?&nbsp; Then come and face me, elven whore!" the orcish woman shouted in draconic, putting the dagger away and simply standing in wait, it seemed, though the brilliant light was gone, and a few other words and gestures before she crosses her arms and glares.<br><br>The two orcs again move in for an attack, one high and one low again, though Yuria seems to be coming over to assist.&nbsp; Her blade glows bright with another holy strike, and cleaves into the leftmost orc's body heavily, opening up a gaping, smoking wound in his chest.&nbsp; As for the other combatants... the war seems to be waging between the two sides, with neither side particularly letting up, least not anymore.<br><br>(Sorceress apparently just puts away the dagger and casts a spell to no blatant effect)<br>(Two orcs charge... and I promise both miss; one rolled a 3 and the other a 5)<br>(Yuria attacks and nails one of the orcs with a smite)<br>(Mook fight seems to be one elf down, one orc down after last round)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 11:26:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles, her sight coming back and feeling the swings about her as she moved, she licks her lips, looking at the pair, she steps away from her friend once. Gesturing, and whispering a word before fire bursts from her in all&nbsp; directions. She looks to the sorcerer, "<strong>Your doom is at hand, I will gladly display your head on my wall cur.</strong>"<br><br>Fireburst Greater: <br>DMG:65<br>DC (1/2):20 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 12:51:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The two nearby orcs go up in flames, charred weapons and armor are all that remain.&nbsp; The sorceress simply seems to grin wickedly, with more gestures to follow as she simply stands there, her 'guards' slaughtered and burned before her eyes, and yet she does not flinch.<br><br>"You haven't the gall nor the means to kill me; one of your <em>males</em> is probably stronger than you!" she retorted wickedly, but otherwise no motion, nor anything at all, her eyes locked on the two women before her as the battle around her seemed to be going <em>entirely</em> against her favor, orc falling one after another.<br><br>Yuria drops her sword, unfazed by the fire before her, and quickly withdraws a bow from her pack, notching a triple round of arrows... only to have them shatter against something right in front of the woman.&nbsp; She swore beneath her breath, and shot a look at Amal to see what she'd attempt.<br><br>(Orcs fry, majorly)<br>(Sorceress casts another spell, by the looks of things)<br>(Yuria drops sword, quick-draws bow, and full-rounds... to no effect)<br>(The orcs in the mook battle all seem to have been killed, save one or two)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 12:59:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Another word, and gesture.&nbsp; The drow smiling as a beam of multicolored light erupts from her outstretched hand, swirling colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and indigo, swirling along the ray of light, as it comes to land upon the sorceress, the orange light is at the tip...<br><br>Pristmatic Ray:<br>d6:2 <br>40pts Acid+6 Warmage Edge=46<br>dc:20 for 1/2<br>Ranged Touch: 25
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 13:17:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The orange ray rushes forwards, it's aim true, and yet the woman made no effort to dodge, or even flinch for that matter.&nbsp; As it nears her, it strikes an invisible barrier, spraying across it and dissipating, leaving the orc woman, unharmed, and grinning wildlly.<br><br>"You really think I would stand here and be killed?" she says, in rather well-spoken common "Stupid elf..."<br><br>Yuria, recognizing the barrier, charges the woman, throwing a punch of her gauntlet-laden hand right were the barrier seemed to be, and with an echoing shattering as the invisible barrier becomes visible for a moment, then shatters like glass into nothingness, she cuts through it... only to catch upon a second barrier of the same type.&nbsp; The orc woman sighs, more bored than annoyed.<br><br>"Again?&nbsp; Mystra's lackeys, so bothersome..." she grumbled, raising her hand and beginning to cast yet another spell "I shall gladly send you to the Abyss next time we meet..."<br><br>With a few words, she popped out of existence, gone as it were, just as the last orc was slain, and the enemy assault finally repelled.&nbsp; There seemed to be but one downed elf and the 'wounded' cart, and it's horses... but even the downed man is stabilized quickly enough.&nbsp; Yuria growls a bit, and with another punch shatters the final barrier like the last, before walking back towards Amal, a distinct frown upon her face and irritation in her eyes.<br><br>"You alright?" was her simple question as she walked forward, a distinct dent in the front of her armor, wiping the blood she'd spat up upon the back of her gauntlet before putting a hand to her own body and healing herself "I'm good, and we haven't lost anything but an axle and some time..."<br><br>(Combat is now Over ^_^)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 13:24:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She growls.&nbsp; The drow just nods to Yuria, "I will be." she says. Taking a slow breath, looking back to the cart...and sighing.&nbsp; pieces of gold, clothes, cases with her tools, and then flushing as two pieces of phallic shaped glass, roll from the wreckage, along with potion bottles.&nbsp; <br><br>"I....I need to go..." she says, breaking into a run to start putting her things back into the bag of holding she had with her on the cart.&nbsp; She so forgot about that!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 14:06:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She nods, then follows her line of sight to the two <em>very recognizable</em> glass objects.&nbsp; Her frown turns to surprise, then a grin, and as Amal moves, she matches pace with her, seeking to grab up one of the toys before she can put them both away.<br><br>"Hm... is this what you've had to keep you sated, dear?" she purred softly, a teasing glint in her eyes "Two of them too?&nbsp; Do you use them both... at the same time?"<br><br>Wiggling one of them back and forth, she leaned in close to Amal to whisper in her ear softly, but with a wickedly lustful sort of tone.<br><br>"I'm holding onto this one... for now..." she cooed so very sensually "I promise you'll <em>love</em> what I have planned with it..."<br><br>A crunch behind her, and the toy disappeared into the haversack upon her back, as if it never existed as she made to leave, being asked for help tending to the wounded and injured... a smirking glint in her eye, winking over her shoulder as she walked away, spoke of her intentions for the future, it would seem.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 14:44:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was just at a loss for words.&nbsp; Standing there before moving through the items of her's.&nbsp; The drow moving to make quick work of the task, pulling all of her items from the wrecked and turned over wagon.&nbsp; Sighing as she looked around pulling up the potion bottles, downing 3, and looking much better afterwards, she just sighs to herself, waiting for others to come and deal with the cart and it's on it's side state.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 20:14:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It'll be some time before the men and woman get to the 'downed' cart; treatment of wounds comes first, then the group was split so some scoured bodies while others came to assist in the cart.&nbsp; It would take a good seven to get it back up, Yuria included, but it would be up eventually.&nbsp; By the looks of it, the horses were fine, most of the supplies inside the wagon were salvageable... but one of the wheels was still laying upon the ground, in more than one piece...<br><br>Discussing the situation with two of the men, while a third happened to be acquiring tools of various sorts, Yuria sighed and came over to Amal, wherever she may be.<br><br>"One of the wagons, our wagon, has a busted wheel and axe." she stated, bitterly "It'll be at least a half-hour before the guys can jury-rig it into working; they'd run out of spares prior to now."<br><br>A glance up and down her body, she shot her a grin.<br><br>"Most of the men will be on guard around the place... we might be able to find some... privacy... in the back carriage, if you're interested." she said softly, such that none of the men could hear her "Fighting sometimes... well, let's just say that the adrenaline 'excites' me sometimes, and either I have to wait for it go go away, or I have to 'handle it' one way... or <em>another</em>..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 20:37:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks over the situation, not at all looking pleased or even remotely happy.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yuria." she begins, a calm, for her, but mostly annoyed tone, "I am not in that mood after a defeat, a loss, and I do so want nothing more than to enter Silverymoon, and get a true bath.&nbsp; I have been on the road for sometime, and given our earlier actions I would prefer to not add to the...situation." she says.&nbsp; She growls a little, watching the men work, and trots over to join them.&nbsp; <br><br>Pulling out a smaller bag from her backpack she upends it, caltrops being deposited into a pile next to her, and a length of rope.&nbsp; Once done with that she casts a small spell, hr right hand turing into rock and smooth polished stone.&nbsp; <br><br>She takes the caltrops, pushing them into the broken piece of axle and wheel, before pushing the broken pieces together, and then uses one length of rope to bind the wheel together, and then another to lash the right wheels together, wrapping several times around the axle.&nbsp; <br><br>Take 20: Use Rope: 33
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 20:41:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Yuria simply sighs as Amal walks past, over with her 'tools' to where the men are working.&nbsp; Getting to work, quite quickly in fact, her effort, as well as a few minor and more concrete repairs, have the wheel looking stable and ready to go in less than half the time, though it would be best, it seems, not to load much more weight up onto it for the sake of keeping it that way.&nbsp; So, Yuria's and Amal's seats get moved to the car in front, putting them in with the, previously almost dead, elven man that Yuria had healed.&nbsp; His reaction to the drow is fairly unconcerned, though he does seem to be sitting more on Yuria's side than Amal's.<br><br>The trip to Silverymoon takes but a couple of hours, putting the time of day around noon with a high, bright sun in the sky now, likely not the type the drow is most tolerant or fond of.&nbsp; Light conversation will dot the trip, though unless Amal brings something up, it would be but smalltalk, which the elf may come into as well.&nbsp; Once arriving though, and indeed finally, the mercenaries and everyone pile out, some with sighs others with cheers, and the older ones simply calm, such as Yuria when she gets out of the back of the wagon with a smile.&nbsp; She does, however, offer Amal a hand down, if she'd wish to take it.<br><br>"Alright, our job here is basically done; the men are getting paid by the traders and merchants who hired them, though we get whatever we've picked up on the trip." she explained, leading her over to the gate guards handling the 'new arrivals' to Silverymoon "I don't <em>think</em> you'll have much of a problem with these guys; I recognize them, and they're both of the reasonable sort, but then again you never know..."<br><br>Approaching, after the guards were done with the last of the mercenaries in front of Yuria and Amal, the two seemed to recognize the half-nymph on sight.<br><br>"Hello again, Lady Yuria.&nbsp; I take it it was not a difficult job?" the first man, a man easily over six feet tall and built like a small tank, said "Heard there was some odd orc activity from the first few guys..."<br><br>"Yes, there was.&nbsp; I'll be bringing that up with who I can, if you would care to report it to the Captain as well." she replied with a smile "Now if you don't mind I have a friend who's rather anxious to enter Silverymoon, so if you don't mind?"<br><br>"Not at all, Milady." he replied with a wave, motioning for her to move past, which she does, and notices Amal after that, his glance instinctively narrowing upon the drow "Ah, you're her friend eh?&nbsp; Well, name and purpose for coming to Silverymoon this day?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 20:53:26</strong>
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				She was pleasant company, really.&nbsp; The drow quite agreeable as she waits in the carriage with the others.<br><br>The woman shifting some and as the front gates of the city appear, and she begins to tie and bond her swords in place.&nbsp; <br><br>She pulls a cloak out from her pack, pulling it around her, the hood drawn up to keep the sun from her eyes and face.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Once at the gates, letting Yuria talk first, she pulls her cloak back, not hiding herself, and to show the state of her weapons, "I am friend and guest of Lady Yuria, who's kindness has speeded my journey to the gates, yes.&nbsp; I am formerly Captain, Amal'Lyneolin Arabett, and my purposes are peaceful." she says a tint of that old tone, the one from the times of her service slipping into her tone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 06:58:20</strong>
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				The guard regards (hehe...) Amal with a look as she speaks, but soon enough nods to her.<br><br>"Alright, Miss Arabett, that's good enough since Yuria can probably vouch for you anyway." he says with a shrug and a half-smirk "You may keep your weapons, but use for purposes other than self-defense as a civilian is punishable by anything from banishment from the city to death depending on the use and other crimes.&nbsp; Within 1000 yards of the city you will be unable to use spells to move you between two locations without passing through them, and you will be unable to use spells to see where you cannot physically see (teleportation and scrying and related spells).&nbsp; Again, mind your spells, as they are treated to the same penalties as weapons in this city outside of wizard's duels, arcane training libraries, self-defense, and the Spellguard or Knights of Silver.&nbsp; If you wish to cast restricted spells, you may apply for ward tokens through the Spellguard's office just inside the gate, though mind you you will have to have been in the city for quite some time without complaint or incident."<br><br>"If that is all understood, then you may enter, and I hope you have a good stay here in Silverymoon, Miss Arabett." he said with a lower nod of his head, gesturing to Yuria who was a bit further inside the gate, being handed something by a bearded man in long robes that she put around her neck and tucked in her knight's robe.<br><br>She then turns to smile at Amal, motioning for her to come over and join her, likely so that you may explore the city together.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 07:06:54</strong>
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				She smiles to the guard, a playful smile at that, "Dear, my known spells are not the type to be used for such activities.&nbsp; If the need to see something, or to go somewhere is needed, I will do so myself, my swords never cut unprovoked, nor does the arrow pierce the undeserved." she explains after the guard lets her know the rules.&nbsp; Hands sliding to the bits of rope untying them, pleased she may keep her weapons...available to her.&nbsp; <br><br>She steps over to the carts first, beginning to untie her rope from the wheel and axle, tying each length as one might to take up less space.&nbsp; <br><br>Then and only then does she join Yuria, pulling her cloak about her, the hood back into place, "I have a sword and armor that needs a new owner, and then someone who specializes in glasses, the kind on wears."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 16:16:17</strong>
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				The rope takes more time to be undone than to it took to do, and it is a bit more worn in parts, but otherwise it's Amal's once more as some nearby men in robes cast spells upon it to keep it from collapsing.&nbsp; Yuria is waiting patiently when she gets back, and grins some more, listening to her explain where she wanted to go.<br><br>"Well, arms and armor is more or less everywhere, honestly.&nbsp; Though those who'd make glasses..." she considers for a moment "Well, there is one; glasses aren't a very big business after all, but this woman I know should be able to make you a pair.&nbsp; Are you eyes..."<br><br>She stops for a moment, considers the hood, and chuckles a bit.<br><br>"Guess they are huh?" she comments playfully "No matter, just follow me dear... unless you'd rather hold my hand?"<br><br>Another joking chuckle, since the drow was by no means blind nor needy, and she was off.&nbsp; It was a fairly short walk to the open market just over the brilliant Moon Bridge across the river in town.&nbsp; It's not until they get to the somewhat bustling market that people's eyes tend to linger on the dark elf, when they notice her face, anyway.&nbsp; Still, a few murmurs, looks of curiosity, and one or two glares is all that comes of her presence, since the number of drow most of them had ever seen didn't exceed single digits.&nbsp; It's also clear that perhaps part of the lack of attention on her (possibly, anyway, as it is a market and her head is covered) is that Yuria is receiving quite a bit, mostly from men who turn heads to see her, but regardless she seems to be drawing a <em>lot</em> of attention just by being there.<br><br>Finding a good armor and arms store is fairly easy amidst the growing crowd, and the arms and armor (even as the dark elf flashes some cleavage to the male owner and smith) are sold for fair, decent prices.&nbsp; Finding the glasses-crafter is a bit more difficult, involving a trek across the market to what looked to be a glassware shop, run by a human woman with her hair tied back whom, by the looks of it, had a body on par with most smith's in terms of muscle.&nbsp; The shop is filled with glassware and fired stone-based ware abundant, from plates to statues to most anything imaginable.&nbsp; There is even a small number of eyeglasses in the front room, so it seems they've found the right spot.<br><br>"Welcome, kind knight and hooded elf!" the woman says happily as she seems to be wiping some soot or dust off of her hands and forearms "Did you come here for something in particular that I may help you find?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 18:07:35</strong>
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				The others in the town get treated neutrally.&nbsp; She doesn't sneer or glare or even make feint's toward them, and unlike typical drow, she's fully clothed, not showing off her body, flaunting her perfection and strength.&nbsp; <br><br>Once in the shop and the owner has greeted, she pulls back the hood of her cloak, "I have need for glasses." she says, "Something...special." she continues.&nbsp; "Lenses that will lessen the effects of bright light, larger than normal, covering the sockets of my eyes, a custom frame for them most likely, to be worn in combat, that will not hinder my peripheral vision, your finest work, if you will.&nbsp; I have asked for this before in other places and cities over the years, those of my kind living on the surface, this would mean a great deal for them and to me." she ends.&nbsp; Reaching into her backpack, she pulls a smaller bag free, and places it on the counter, "A...deposit on the item, if you'll accept."<br><br>Bag contains 50 plat.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 19:51:38</strong>
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				The woman's a bit surprised that it's a drow at first, but it fades quickly, <em>especially</em> when the decently sized bag of gold is dropped on the counter.&nbsp; She whistles slightly, impressed by the 'down payment' of sorts, and takes the coin pouch, tucking the end of it through her belt.<br><br>"Well then, haven't made anything of the sort before, may have to call in a friend's aid maybe, but I'll get the job done, maybe a day or two at most, but it'll get done." she says with a confident grin "Now, come over here so I can get measurements and whatnot; you're paying me good for this, so It'll be a custom job, just for your face, nice and comfortable."<br><br>It'll be a good couple of minutes, maybe ten, before the woman is done taking measures of her face and sides, taking note of every intimate detail to make sure it would be a perfect fit for her, or as close to one as possible.&nbsp; When she was done, she gives the price at about 100 more gp, but will have it made out of any materials, in any color or design, that she wishes for it to be in.&nbsp; When she was finally done, and the order made, Yuria was waiting for her, currently looking over some of the glassware in the shop.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 20:06:50</strong>
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				She's rather pleasant for the fitting.&nbsp; A sturdy frame, polished metal, light if at all possible.&nbsp; Paying in platinum than the other lesser metallic coins.&nbsp; Smiling to the woman, she steps away from the merchant, "That sounds quite fine to me.&nbsp; I will see you in several days.&nbsp; I will be residing for the time with Lady Yuria here, if word needs to reach me, a message to her home where I will be her guest." she says.<br><br>Keeping her hood down, she makes her way back over to Yuria, "Have you other business to conduct?" she asks, "I would hate to keep you from your other duties, and if you could show me to your home so I may remove my backpack, and perhaps conduct a little shopping, I could used a dress, and my uniform some alterations....and a bath, to clean the road from me, before all of that."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 21:38:50</strong>
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				The human woman nods, taking note of your desires for the glasses and of your location to be reached.&nbsp; Addressing Yuria, she turns with a smile, and waves a dismissive hand.<br><br>"No, I was just looking at the craftsmanship.&nbsp; She's quite talented with glass by the looks of it." she says with a grin before moving to whisper in her ear "Something I'm <em>sure</em> you can appreciate..."<br><br>She thought for a moment as to her request s and plans, which she grinned anew.<br><br>"Actually, my home is on the other side of the market, nearer to the temples.&nbsp; We can knock out the shopping and everything you need to buy on the way, and I can pick up some things for dinner; I'll be cooking tonight, since I'm <em>technically</em> your host." she said happily "Sounds good, I hope?&nbsp; I'll be stopping for the food anyway, so we might as well."<br><br>With that, they would leave, Yuria leading the way back through the market again, down the line of shops and salesmen, selling just about everything one could think of save for slaves and illegal items.&nbsp; Clothing shops where she could buy dresses of all shapes, sizes, and makes, and even lingerie if she was interested, and then by food stalls not too far away where Yuria picked up fresh fruits and vegetables, as well as whatever Amal wished to eat.&nbsp; Armorers, blacksmiths, alchemists, herbalists, wizards, artificers... the market seemed to have whatever Amal or Yuria could want within reason, but all Yuria got was food and nothing else.<br><br>Eventually, after the shopping was all said and done, Yuria would lead Amal closer to the temples, which towered over the surrounding city as they got closer, one of the biggest being Mystras, and the second one clearly to Sune by it's beauty.&nbsp; Her home was just out of range of the nearby Mystrian temple, a quaint little place looking to have little more than a living room and kitchen, a bathroom, and perhaps a bedroom or two.&nbsp; Wasn't small or big, and for the most part it seemed to fit in with the rest of the nearby homes, which all had but a small number of windows and were soft hues in color, easy on the eyes.&nbsp; She moved to unlock it, and opened it for Amal to enter first, which revealed that the inside of her home was a bit more... comfortable and unique than the outside was.<br><br>Firstly, there was a distinct blue and green theme, natural looking and relaxing to the home, with a fireplace on one end, with a fur rug, couch, and a love seat in front of it, while on the other side of the main room was a partition for a moderate indoor kitchen for storing and preparing food, which mainly consisted of a wood-fire oven, a basin for washing, an assortment of pots, pans, and kettles, and a table fit for no more than four.&nbsp; The walls had some paintings, natural settings mostly, and of glades and forests entirely, and there was a hallway with three doors, two on the right and one on the left, the two furthest on either side being bedrooms and the closest one on the right being a bath.&nbsp; Overall, a relaxing, soothing, quaint little place, lit by magical lighting that Yuria activated with a snap to a low, drow-friendly level.<br><br>"Well, here's my home, and where you'll be staying for a while, I hope." she said with a smile "To your tastes, I hope?&nbsp; I might not be opposed to adjusting things, to fit with both of our tastes better, if you plan on sticking around for a while, of course."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 22:09:01</strong>
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				She produced a uniform to a tailor, rather fin, but in need of touch ups, and slight alteration.&nbsp; Measurements were taken, and a dress in blues and purples was paid for, still needing to be altered to fit her frame.&nbsp; The drow even splurging on some piece of lingerie, before moving along with Yuria.&nbsp; <br><br>Once in the home, she slips her backpack from her, and sets it down.&nbsp; Weapons coming off to be set by the door, and she smiles, "It's quite fine, finger than the accommodations of most inn's a home." she says pleasantly.&nbsp; Setting her swords by the doors, along with her bow and quiver, she moved further in, loosening her bracers, setting them on a chair as she walks along, revealing the full sleeves of the jacket she wears, and then the breastplate looks like a breast plate, loosening the fastenings, before she pulls it off, the jacket, a much better fit, revealing more of her...body's shape well endowed shape, "Mmm!" she lets out, not something I want to put back on for a day or so." she says, holding the armor by it's neck piece, her body still covered feet to neck, hand to hand.&nbsp; <br><br>Amal smiling as she looks to her host, "And where, where should I place my things, which room?" she asks.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 23:01:44</strong>
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				Yuria is smiling happily as the drow begins to make herself at home, grabbing her weapons and pack when she set them down.&nbsp; Then of course she picks up the bracers, waits to pick up the breastplate... but stops in her tracks, eyes and mouth wide for a moment, when she saw how <em>well</em> endowed the drow was.&nbsp; What surprise for her, and she too had one for the drow as well!&nbsp; She had to jerk her head up after a moment, blinking a few times, a bit shocked that she had been staring at the drow so.<br><br>"Room...?&nbsp; Oh, right, where you'll be staying!" she collected herself, feeling embarrassed that she'd apparently reverted to teenager behavior "Well... first on the right is the bathroom, just so you know.&nbsp; If you'll follow me then...?"<br><br>She passed by her, heading down the hallway to the room on the left, opening it and entering, with Amal to follow her.&nbsp; The room was fairly large, taking up the space that the bathroom might have taken up on the other side, and it's color scheme was much the same as the other room.&nbsp; There was a king-sized bed with a number of pillows, a dresser, armoire, knightstand, and a number of bookshelves laden with a vast amount of books.&nbsp; In one corner was an armor stand, weapon racks, and several chests as well, heavy and lockable.&nbsp; Upon the wall were a few glade-like images, and on one wall was a picture of Yuria, or at least a much younger version of her in her youth, hand-painted, portraying her as laying out upon a bed, a sheet wrapped sensually over her form, obscuring all but her long legs and an arm save her head.<br><br>Yuria herself moved set the drow's backpack upon the floor near the chest, the weapons in the weapon rack, before she herself removed her own haversack and weapons, including the bow and arrows from her pack, and set them upon the other weapon rack.&nbsp; She then removed her gauntlets and pauldrons, putting them on the stand, in front of her, and then worked at her breastplate, which came off surprisingly quickly.&nbsp; Facing away from Amal, she even removed the grieves and armor upon her thigh-high boots, and that was, it seemed, the full extent of her armor and weapons, and equipment.&nbsp; Stretching, she then turned to face Amal, revealing how large her own endowment was, though she was only slightly smaller than her drow companion's.&nbsp; She grinned and shot her a wink, standing now in her long, blue knight's robe with a belt about her waist, high standing collar, and the ends of the robe heading down hover her knee-length skirt beneath it to her ankles,&nbsp; long sleeves of course but her hands were not gloved.<br><br>She looked every bit the lady knight now as she did before, and she releasing her hair form it's ponytail to fall about her, the two long, grey streaks at her sides hanging down to pool around her breasts as the rest was swept back behind her.<br><br>"Well, as you can see, this is my room." she said, stating the <em>very</em> obvious "Across the hall is the guest room... which begs the question: which would you like to stay in?&nbsp; Either in the guest room, or... in my room... with me... it's your call, Amal."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 23:34:30</strong>
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				She looked slightly uncomfortable.&nbsp; Someone touching her weapons.&nbsp; Someone not her.&nbsp; The drow let it pass though, moving along, behind the other as she moved about, shower her the master bedroom.&nbsp; "Tonight, the guest room." she says with small bow of her head.&nbsp; "The tolls a road takes on a person, are great." she says.<br><br>The drow setting the breast plate on her feet, sliding that signet ring off, and then her gloves.&nbsp; Dark hands, well cared for, but scars.&nbsp; Small ones seen on them, over them.&nbsp; The woman's hands littered with them.&nbsp; Ring and gloves bundled together, and takes the breastplate in her other hand, moving away with a bow of her head to the other room.&nbsp; Looking beck to the other, before entering the guest room, but not closing the door behind her, to set her things where the would belong.&nbsp; The woman setting her gloves and ring on&nbsp; a night stand, beginning to unbutton her jacket.&nbsp; A full sleeved blouse worn and revealed beneath.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The drow slipping from her boots and foot wrappings next, even more scarring there, all of them old looking, healed but still visible.&nbsp; Her boots and their wrappings are set to the side of the bed, jacket set and folded next to her, opening her blouse, undoing the buttons with ease.&nbsp; Her breasts, rounded, large on her chest, held in a bra of white, lace trimming along the tops of the cups, matching the panties the other has felt.&nbsp; She peels the blouse from her, scars, long, small, large, punctures, slashes, dotting along her skin, some quite obviously from spells along her back and side.&nbsp; Folding her blouse, setting it atop her jacket, and she rises once more, taking care as she slips from those pants, more and more scarring, her body filled with them, the signs of battle.&nbsp; Her breasts and up seem to be the only places void of the scars.&nbsp; <br><br>She sighs, leaning back, propped by her back stretched arms, she closes her eyes, letting out a small relaxed sigh.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 01:34:48</strong>
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				Yuria seems a bit disappointed, but she nods in understanding.&nbsp; Watching as the drow leaves.&nbsp; After Amal undresses down to her undergarments, it is several minutes in the smaller room, a less decorated version of Yuria's room without the armor or weapon racks, of relative silence, with but the new sound of running water nearby in the next room over.&nbsp; It stops though, and quiet footsteps can be heard as Yuria rounds the bend from the bathroom to the guest room, sleeves rolled up to reveal flawless, forearms, strong from blade and armor, but otherwise unmarred, the exact opposite from Amal's in almost every way.<br><br>"I've drawn you a bath, but wasn't sure what sort of... scent..." she began, but slowed to a halt as her eyes fell on the scene before her.<br><br>In on it was sensual, seeing the entire drow's almost nude form and luscious breasts on display.&nbsp; It almost made her hard right then and there, looking her over so... but then there were the scars, which she had seen plenty of before... but <em>never</em> in such quantity.&nbsp; Blade and spear and fire and lightning... she could name every type of wound upon the drow's body and recognized all on sight... but it was both beautiful and frightening to behold.<br><br>She found herself moving forward, silent as her eyes locked upon the drow's belly laden with scars.&nbsp; She reached out, hand moving over to her stomach, gently touching one of the larger scars, gently tracing up and down it idly, curiously.&nbsp; She was silent for a time, her gaze taking in all of the drow's body as she lay there tracing the one scar and a number of nearby others, before her gaze finally moved up to Amal's eyes... her beautiful eyes.<br><br>"You really are a soldier, aren't you?" she whispered softly, soft enough that it was a whisper even to drow ears "You... have been through quite a bit haven't you?&nbsp; How often have you cheated death with these as your only tokens?"<br><br>Her voice is soothing, soft, and melodic now, it's as if she's a bit... entranced by the sight, and seeking to sooth away and relax Amal.&nbsp; Inside, Yuria feels that she may understand a bit more about Amal's earlier behavior... but is not ignorant enough to believe such notions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 01:56:21</strong>
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				Amal was silent as the woman walked in.&nbsp; She was quiet, not even flinching as the woman's finger reach for her skin.&nbsp; "Thank you." she says, not pulling away, "I was, yes.&nbsp; For nearly a century.&nbsp; My training, the campaigns, battles." she lets out.&nbsp; "I did what was needed." she says.&nbsp; Letting those words hang in the air.&nbsp; "I can't tell you how many times, i've been on the brink, waiting for the final change, but it never comes." <br><br>She sighs, pushing up, off the bed, rising off the bed.&nbsp; Sliding from the last bit of her clothing.&nbsp; <br><br>"I thank you for the hospitality, and the company." she says lightly. <br><br>She moves out of bedroom and to the bath.&nbsp; Taking her time.&nbsp; Oh does she take her time.&nbsp; Washing the road from her, cleansing her body and hair.&nbsp; The woman exits, dry.&nbsp; Having cleaned up after herself, leaving the bathroom much in order, and back to her things, going through her clothes, a long dress in a light blue pulled on, and she steps out, moving to pull her things back to the taken guest room, sighing gently before heading back to the main part of the home, "That was...needed." she says with a yawn.&nbsp; Looking tired all of a sudden.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 03:30:13</strong>
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				Yuria listens to her words, understanding quite a bit of what she was saying.&nbsp; She'd been a soldier longer than she herself had been alive... it was awe-inspiring in a way.&nbsp; She must have seen things the Yuria could only fathom... but it bothered her how she made it seem as if she had wished for death.&nbsp; She was going to say something, but stopped when Amal got up, and removed the last dregs of clothing from her body, which while Yuria certainly found quite arousing and sensual a sight, she was more concerned with what was just said.&nbsp; For now though, she nodded and waited for her turn in the bath when complimented for her company and hospitality.<br><br>When Amal leaves the bath, she doesn't see Yuria at all as she heads into the guest room, but once in there, the door to the bathroom is shut, and the sounds of another bath being drawn come through into the room.&nbsp; Yuria's bath lasts throughout Amal's moving into the guest room properly, and then for some time after she goes to rest in the main room of the home.&nbsp; It's a good five minutes of time in the main room before footsteps can be heard, bare feet against the floor of the home, and the Mystic Fire Knight can be seen dressed not in her knightly garb, but merely in a robe made of fine silk, her hair loose and still a bit damp after her bath.<br><br>Finding the drow sitting down, she moved behind her, slowly and making sure her steps are heard, and gently slides her arms around her neck, embracing her and pulling her in close, pressed against the side of her face with Yuria's lips near her cheek.<br><br>"Don't ever, <em>ever</em> wish to go over the brink again..." she whispers, softly to her "I don't want you to wish to die ever again.&nbsp; If you're here, I promise you'll be safe, even if you don't wish to... remain with me for the long term.&nbsp; Just please, never say or think such a thing ever again, okay?"<br><br>She then planted a soft kiss upon the cheek her lips were near, and tightened her embrace just a bit.<br><br>"Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?&nbsp; A massage, to relax?&nbsp; Maybe some sort of soothing scent from a candle, if you like the ones I have?&nbsp; A fire, if you're cold?" she offered up, earnestly wishing to help her relax and feel comfortable in her home "I guess if you wish to sleep early, I could always fix an early dinner for you.&nbsp; Or I could find some other more sensual means of helping you relax... whatever would help you feel at home, dear."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 03:45:42</strong>
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				She's there, relaxing in the chair as she is spoken too and kissed.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yuria, I despise sloppy work.&nbsp; If I am meant to pass, then I am.&nbsp; If another means for it to happen, then they should do it, and do it properly and end me." she replies, "I don't welcome my final death, but I don't fear it.&nbsp; It is but the last, and final change in one's life." she says.&nbsp; <br><br>"Mmm, dear, all sound wonderful but, I think this night, I will succumb to a true sleep, the likes you humans usually succumb too." she says with a smile, a meal when it is time, and till then, this chair, and your company.&nbsp; This is your home and you should keep it as you like it." she says gently, "There will be time for such <em>pursuits</em> later, I do promise you that." she says with a smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 04:40:32</strong>
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				"Hm... maybe <em>I</em> don't <em>want</em> you to die, and feel like being selfish then?" she said with a grin and a chuckle "But at least it's good to hear that you aren't wanting to die."<br><br>She releases the embrace and moves around to the other seat of the couch, taking it and crossing her legs like a lady, though the robe had opened a bit to reveal one of her long, toned, flawless and shapely leg, one befitting a beautiful paladin such as she.<br><br>"To clarify, I wasn't suggesting 'such pursuits' for my own needs; it's a great way to relax and rid yourself of pent up stress." she explained, honestly "Besides, after what happened last night, I don't think we need to dance around such things, so I'm just being straightforward about it, as I was with the rest of it.&nbsp; Actually..."<br><br>She reached over to tug at her arm, nudging her over in her direction closer to her with a grin on her face.<br><br>"How about you lay with me here, and we exchange some of our stories from the years.&nbsp; I'd love to hear some more about you dear, and I don't mind sharing about myself." she explained happily "Or we can just lay here and rest, though I warn you now I tend to um... hug things in my sleep..."<br><br>She was blushing a bit at that, because it sounded so childish to her, or odd that a middle-aged woman like herself had a habit of hugging people and pillows in her sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 05:00:05</strong>
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				She eventually rose, "Tales of armies, tales of death and of fighting and destuction, of fighting to survive."&nbsp; She gives a small shake of her head, settling to sit and stretch onto the couch, head resting on the woman's thigh, "Those are not the stories for this time.&nbsp; None I feel like sharing now." she says gravely.&nbsp; <br><br>Amal closes her eyes, taking in and then letting out a slow breath.&nbsp; "In time, perhaps, when it's right, but here, now, it doesn't feel like it." she says, "The reality of this realm, far much darker than the fiction of the great bards."&nbsp; A small smile as she says that, "Mine is simple.&nbsp; I was as any drow child is.&nbsp; Strong, a pain to my mother while with her, and stronger still.&nbsp; WE lived amongst the elves, some minor village, until it was overrun, and when it was, the natural magic in my blood was know, and I was conscripted, and there I was, there I stayed, I trained, I fought, I led, and I was given my freedom, my paths across the realms, bringing me here.&nbsp; Close to another, more widely known of my kind, name more well known than mine, for sure.&nbsp; Good, for a male." she says.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 06:39:31</strong>
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				Yuria leaned back as Amal lay upon her thigh, running fingers through the drow's hair as she spoke.&nbsp; She was glad she would not be telling anything of a dark or violent nature; she was not in the mood for such things either.&nbsp; Hearing about her childhood, Yuria simply listened, to try and better understand this woman before her.&nbsp; It was sad what had happened to her, but the end of it made her smile since it seemed&nbsp; she was trying to get away from war and violence, and that made her strangely happy after seeing the scars earlier.&nbsp; She laughed a bit at the 'for a male' part, and reached down to pull the drow further up her body by the shoulders, letting her rest upon her breasts instead of her thigh, her body beneath her and her legs wrapping around the drow's instinctively.<br><br>"Many male's are better than you think.&nbsp; Having a penis doesn't mean anything in and of itself; it's the character of the person, and women can be just as bad or worse than some men." she said, referring to her own condition in the statement "You know... it was sad that you were conscripted so, but I envy you in a way; I never knew my mother... or father.&nbsp; I grew up in one of Silverymoon's orphanages, raised as a boy for the first nine years of my life because... well, you got right up close with it last night, so you can probably guess why."<br><br>She laughed a bit, and pulled the other woman into the embrace a bit tighter.&nbsp; She really loved having a warm body to cuddle with; it made the extremely dangerous, deadly, and powerful Knight of the Mystic Fire feel safer.<br><br>"I became an apprentice when I was five though, officially considered myself a woman at age twelve, and became one of Mystra's knights at the age of twenty... that's adulthood for my kind." she explained teasingly to the drow "Been one ever sense... still am one obviously, well respected around here, as it's not too many knights that make it to my equivalent age.&nbsp; By the way, you're quite warm and cuddly for such a tough soldier..."<br><br>Again, a bit of teasing, but she figured it would be a good way to help the woman relax just a bit more.&nbsp; Besides, she had a bit of a playful streak in her as well; she liked seeing her friends (and lovers, which she hoped to have in Amal) blush.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 06:54:37</strong>
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				"Males have their uses." she says with a smile, "Labor, housework, cleaning, cooking, tending to a home and children, and even can be amusing." she says with a small smile.&nbsp; Allowing herself to be moved about, "But they are still base in their mannerisms, while women, strong, capable, firm and gentle, smarter and tougher on average." she says softly.&nbsp; <br><br>She quiets to let the other speak, "I've never been in a place longer than a year, I have no home I can remember, no family, all I have is what I carry with me." she says, relaxed against the woman.&nbsp; She doesn't comment or respond to the other thing, not her place really.&nbsp; She sighs, relaxing against the other woman, smiling "So, other than patrolling, what social duties do you have?" she asks.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 07:23:45</strong>
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				She rolls her eyes at the male bit; she'd been one for ten years, least by culture standards, but eh, she was a drow, what could she do?&nbsp; She's a bit disappointment that she doesn't respond to her light teasing; dammit, she liked it when she saw the drow blush earlier when those two dildos fell out of the cart into plain view!&nbsp; But still, she'd asked a question after relaxing against her body and into her comfortably large bosom.<br><br>"Actually, it's the younger knights that handle the foot- and grunt-work; the older ones, such as I, tend to be more like commanders of units, advisers to government officials, specialized mage-slayers, or simple relics who like to get out and do things that the younger ones would do." she explained, then moved her head a bit closer to her "I'm the third one, a mage-slayer.&nbsp; That's what I was coming back from; I was tasked with eliminating a rogue sorcerer in a nearby town who was causing problems for the local population.&nbsp; So, I went there, tried to reason at first, and then eliminated him in Mystra's name for abusing the gift she had so blessed him with."<br><br>She then pulled the woman in a bit tighter, her arms moving up under the drow's breasts, letting them rest upon her arms, which she found quite impressive.<br><br>"But socially... well, whenever there is a ceremony in the temple I will be attending that, and I'm occasionally one of the chosen guards whenever Alustriel makes appearances.&nbsp; Often I am asked to provide protection during balls and dances, and then meetings between powerful mages on occasion... almost everything is the high-class noble stuff that I'm not nearly as fond of as just sitting at home with a beautiful woman in my arms, when I have one." she responded, leaning down to lick the tip of the drow's elongated ear playfully "Why do you ask?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 07:36:24</strong>
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				"Curious mainly." she says.&nbsp; A slight tensing.&nbsp; Such people were...used, were responsible for many of her scars.&nbsp; <br><br>"I see." slightly distracted now, but she doesn't move away, doesn't relax much further either.&nbsp; "I've...encountered mage-slayers in the past, in battle." she says, a quiet tone, "Your kind, skilled, deadly to one like me." she shivers at memories, her eyes closed as she speaks, "Formidable." she says, an assessment.&nbsp; From experience, "Mages, sorcerer, all targeted first for what they can do, and you blend in to the forces." she continues, "We, we're obvious."&nbsp; A sigh.<br><br>She takes another breath, and another before she speaks again, "The high class things are to be enjoyed, cherished and treated as wonderful things.&nbsp; Such functions are a joy to attend, less so as a guard mind you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 07:50:41</strong>
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				Yuria could feel a slight tensing when she dropped her title 'mage slayer', she cringed a bit when that happened, but listened for her, holding her tighter when she shivered, but didn't say a word, waiting for her to finish before speaking.<br><br>"Yeah, I guess so." she said, non-committal in her tone "You... aren't worried about me, are you?&nbsp; I may be a... one of 'them,' but that doesn't mean I'm going to hurt you, you know.&nbsp; Please, don't feel you need to be wary of me; I don't think I could harm a hair on your head... and besides, I already explained the type of mages I'm sent after, and you're not even <em>close</em> to one of them."<br><br>Again, she leaned forward, and planted a kiss upon her head.<br><br>"So relax again, would you, please?&nbsp; I told you you could relax and be safe here, and I meant that..." she cooed softly as her hand continued to rub her stomach a bit "You can trust me... so please do."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 07:57:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She keeps her eyes closed, "One of your's may, in the future.&nbsp; One doesn't know what can be held in the future, and given that I will kill, with magic, it is possible." she says.&nbsp; "While it may not be you, it could be one you know or trained." she says.&nbsp; <br><br>Amal quiets, "I...will not speak of it again though." she whispers, slowly beginning to relax, staying in the woman's arms.&nbsp; The drow stretching her legs, before leaning back into the woman.&nbsp; She looks thoughtful, thinking over things, pondering about all that's happened in recent times...until there's a soft sound, a rumble of sorts...from Amal, more...her stomach.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 11:10:18</strong>
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				"That's good." is her only response to her declaration to not speak of her 'mage-slayer' job once more, and grins more widely, closing her eyes, as she too gets a bit more comfortable with Amal in her arms.<br><br>She was <em>just</em> getting close to the perfect level of comfort when she felt a small disturbance, located around close to her hands.&nbsp; A low rumble, and she knew <em>immediately</em> what it was, and it made her openly laugh for a fair bit.<br><br>"I think we have an objection to relaxing!" she stated once her laughter had faded "Looks like I'm fixing up an early dinner regardless for my <em>second</em> more <em>rude</em> guest!&nbsp; Just when I was considering a nap with you..."<br><br>She carefully extricated herself from beneath the woman, adjusting her moderately open robe to be more modest once again, and headed over to the kitchen area behind the partition.<br><br>"I've only really got vegetables, fruits, and bread; it's rare I eat meat." she explained amidst the sound of rustling bags "Gonna fry something up for us both, something called a 'stir fry' I learned from some traveler a long time ago, good with seasonings.&nbsp; Sound good to you?&nbsp; Speaking of which, just how long has it been since you actually ate, or slept for that matter?&nbsp; Never gave me a specific time, you know..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 16:29:40</strong>
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				No meat.&nbsp; Guh.&nbsp; Meat's important.&nbsp; It is!&nbsp; Though likely too heavy for moment for her.<br><br>"Sure, sounds good." she says as she sits back up and shakes her head some to wake up a little more.&nbsp; "IT had been some time, it's not important, but I won't be feeling the ring's usefulness for a week, at least." she says with a small smile.&nbsp; The woman looking over towards the kitchen to watch, "And I will try not to go so long with wearing it next time."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 18:53:02</strong>
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				Yuria smiled as she went about preparing the meal, happy to hear she wouldn't be relying on the ring too awfully much, for a week at least.&nbsp; She was also going to use it less, so perhaps her words the night before had fallen on open ears in fact.<br><br>"Good; it's not good to become reliant on magic too much, after all." she commented, trying not so sound preachy "It's not good to rely on magic too much; it's a gift to aid natural skill and abilities, not a replacement for it, which too few people understand."<br><br>She glanced up, remembering all the scars across the drow's body, and how she'd gotten them.<br><br>"You of all people should know that... how many of those scars would have been lethal blows if you relied on <em>just</em> your magic?" she said, hopefully expressing her view aptly "I know I told you before, and I know it sounds like I'm being preachy, but it's something I feel rather strongly about dear and I don't want to see you fall into bad habits..."<br><br>With that said, she figured she'd said enough, and went back to cooking.&nbsp; Some ten minutes later, the smells of seasoned vegetables and freshly cut fruit began to fill the air, and within ten minutes of that Yuria is coming forth with a smaller, collapsing table and setting it up in front of the couch with a smile.<br><br>"You looked so comfortable, I figure we can eat at the couch tonight." she said sweetly, but then added "but don't get used to it dear..."<br><br>Next she brought out two plates with steaming vegetables on one side and an assortment of fruit slices on the other, with a measure of bread tucked in one side, all of it looking fresh, expertly cooked, and quite delicious.&nbsp; She then went and brought out two glasses, wine glasses, and a bottle of what looked to be a rather fine elven wine, setting out each glass with the bottle, currently unopened, in the middle.&nbsp; Then, two more glasses, these with water by the look of things, one for each of them, and it's only then that she took her seat next to Amal, handing over a set of utensils with a smile.<br><br>"To your pleasure, I hope?" she said, picking up an apple slice with her fork for a bite to begin her meal with.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 19:38:35</strong>
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				The drow was relaxed, comfortable.&nbsp; She had some emblance of peace and safety that only a city can truly provide.&nbsp; It was where there were others, many others, who had jobs to protect this place, and it wasn't her's.&nbsp; She recognized that and took it to heart.&nbsp; It was like a safety blanket of sorts.&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled and shifted up to her seat, letting Yuria's words come, but she didn't respond to them.&nbsp; Her views on the use of magic were quite different from the other woman's, and she wasn't going to voice them.&nbsp; A tool to be used, as often as possible, to get a job done.&nbsp; In her case, that job usually meant lots of killing and screaming of enemies, and magic was a very good tool for such things. <br><br>She waited patiently, even made a fire, the sound of a word of magical spell being easily heard from where she was.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking over the meal, there was a stronger rumbling, and when all was set, she gave her guest a nod.&nbsp; The woman ate, a proper word for it would be...efficient.&nbsp; The meal didn't take long for her finish, and the plate was cleaned of sauce, juice from the fruit, and crumbs.&nbsp; The water was drank, and she declined the wine, "Save this, it's a good vintage, there will be a time for it." she said with a smile.&nbsp; Amal, shifting, and stretched as she pushed away from the meal, a small relaxed sigh escaping her, "That was quite good." she said gently.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 20:38:40</strong>
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				Yuria eats her meal, a bit slower than Amal, but then again she'd been regularly eating for a long while now, as opposed to the empty-stomached drow.&nbsp; She chose not to comment about her lighting the fire as she did, instead letting them both enjoy the finely prepared meal.&nbsp; She did notice that the woman ate <em>everything</em>, even the crumbs, which brought an amused smirk to the 'older' woman's face.<br><br>"Now, you weren't hungry, were you?" she teased, finishing the rest of her meal "It's almost as if you haven't eaten in <em>weeks</em>!"<br><br>She finished her meal, and left the wine and dishes were they were, not wanting to get up yet, but feeling more content now that she had a nice full belly of real food.&nbsp; She did enjoy the compliment; it was nice to see that she could cook to suit the soldier's tastes.<br><br>"Thank you; it's one of my many talents." she said, being both honest and not humble at the same time "Cooking, dancing, some acrobatics, a bit of writing... a woman of many talents."<br><br>She then rested into the couch a bit, moving to snake her arm around the other woman's waist, being th lover of physical contact that she was.<br><br>"It's only mid-afternoon... what do you think we should do?&nbsp; I don't really want to go outside again today; I've seen plenty of it on the road, and I'm sure you have too." she said, holding her about the waist with her arm "Besides, you're tired, but what to do... any ideas?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 20:56:01</strong>
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				She was tired.&nbsp; It had been a long day for her.&nbsp; The drow listening more than talking,&nbsp; Her talents.&nbsp; Talents, skills more like it.&nbsp; They lay in the more physical realms of duty.&nbsp; She smiled some, "Mmm, were I more in the mood, I would head to a library, for research, some spells, I have been working on for sometime, they will be a great benefit to the future of the arcane, but only the most skilled in their arts will be able to use them, even as I am now, I am not sure I could cast such strong magics." she explains.&nbsp; Just want the spell is though, she's not saying.&nbsp; <br><br>Amal let out a small sigh, "Mmm, I would like to just sit here, and relax, and do as little as possible until I trance or sleep, I am unsure as to which will happen, or both..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 20:24:10</strong>
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				"Hm... I have a better idea..." Yuria said with a grin "Though I'm sure it'll help you relax quite a bit..."<br><br>She grabbed the woman, and pulled her back on top of her body like before, only this time it was her back that was resting upon her bosom, her ass was resting upon Yuria's slowly hardening length below her waist, and Yuria's lips were now at the tips of one of her ears, breathing softly.&nbsp; One hand moved to her waist, though the other went to a firm, lovely round breast, cupping it through the dress and squeezing softly.<br><br>"You know... my ears are quite sensitive..." she cooed into the drow's ear as her body began to become all the more aroused "I wonder though, is yours too?"<br><br>A moment later she was sure to find out, for she sucked the tip of her pointed elf ear into her mouth between her lips, sucking on it as her tongue teased the tip of it rapidly.&nbsp; She added a bit of teeth to it as well, just to see if she'd like that as well.&nbsp; Such was the fun of a new lover; experimenting to find new ways to please them!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 22:45:12</strong>
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				She allowed herself to be moved and pulled onto the woman's laps, and feeling the other against her.&nbsp; <br><br>The drow smiled some, content, ready to relax, "A...aH Yuria." she whispered, the lips against her ear-tip, that rising shaft against her firm backside, and soon the hand to her breast, overfilling the hand that cupped her there, her body already warming to the advances of the other's.<br><br>She squirms, grinding her ass against Yuria's rising shaft all the more, but not putting up the fight she could, if she didn't want this to happen.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 04:12:06</strong>
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				She was quite pleased; she too had sensitive ears, it seemed... what <em>fun</em>!<br><br>"Yes, Amal?" she responded to her calling her name out, not stopping her manipulations of her breast at all "Did you want more?&nbsp; Alright then..."<br><br>The hand left her breast as her mouth took back to playing with the ear, and legs wrapped tightly around Amal's own, holding her in place that way.&nbsp; Her hands moved to her dress, and began to pull it up, tugging the hem up higher and higher upon her body, soon enough exposing her bare sex soon enough.&nbsp; Quickly, one hand snuck up under her dress, back to the breast that it was playing with earlier, loving how it spilled out of her hand and made it so much more fun to play with.&nbsp; The other hand went further south, trailing down her scarred stomach into the patch of trimmed fuzz above her sex.&nbsp; All the while, she continued playing with Amal's ear, and had begun rubbing her fully aroused length between the, now bare, cheeks of the dark elf's ass.<br><br>Soon, the fingers down below worked their way past the trimmed fuzz, and down to the <em>real</em> prize, starting by rubbing the outer lips quite thoroughly, up and down, occasionally moving into the inner lips, and brushing against the sensitive nub up top with every upstroke.&nbsp; The hand at her breast began to work at the nipple, pinching and teasing it with her fingertips, and it was with one final bit upon the ear that she finally moved away to speak again.<br><br>"Are you having fun, Amal?&nbsp; It's just you and me here; nobody is around to hear you moan or scream in ecstasy." she said in a low, purring whisper "Are you enjoying this?&nbsp; I hope not <em>too</em> much; I'm just teasing you right now dear... do you want more?&nbsp; I hope you do... but you're going to have to beg me for it first."<br><br>As if to emphasize this, she clamped back down on the ear again, and at the same time she quickly shot her middle finger into the folds of her sex, running it right up against the front wall the entire way up, and then back down as she continued to teasingly pleasure the smaller woman.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 05:52:54</strong>
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				She may be smaller than the human, even enjoying her touch, the feel of those fingers, and hands and the nibbling, but the words, those do not ring true in her.&nbsp; A slight growl and she's twisting, away from the touch, but not away from the woman, ending her motions in a straddle, grinding down against the shaft of the other.&nbsp; <br><br>The drow looking into her host's eyes, "I do not beg." she says, a low tone, a whisper, "None of my people do, ever." she explains, grinding against that shaft, smirking a little.<br><br>She leans against Yuria, reaching for her wrists, working to pin them against the couch, never ceasing in her grinding against the other.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 06:32:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Yuria is surprised by the growl, and disappointed when she turns and breaks from her grasp, but lets out a moan as Amal grinds against her great length.&nbsp; When it's apparent she's going for her wrists, she pulls her arms back up and wraps them around Amal's waist, clasping hands and pulling her close.&nbsp; She looked her in the eyes, and what pretty eyes they were, and she made but one request:<br><br>"Only if you kiss me... with more than lust behind it..." she said, referring to how she had been trying to pin her down so "even if you have to fake it, let me at least feel loved."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 06:33:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She sits up, pushing back to previous position, looking at the woman and shakes her head.&nbsp; "No." she says with a small sigh.&nbsp; The drow sliding from Yuria's hold and embrace.&nbsp; Looking down, she shakes her head, "You cannot ask for that, not with what you just demanded, what you -wanted- me to do." she says gently.&nbsp; Amal keeping a neutral expression, watching the woman before her, "With as little time as we've spent together, that, will not happen this night." <br><br>She stepped away, "Too much, too soon, allow things to happen, do not push them or demand them.&nbsp; Things will happen, when they are right." she says.&nbsp; Moving away, and though the home to the guest room.<br><br>She shut the door, frowning all the while as she made her way over to the bed, stretching out as she let out a small sigh.&nbsp; She pulled herself up onto it, crossed her legs and closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 20:58:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The flat out 'no' stuns her; Yuria's simply staring blankly up at her as she makes to stand.&nbsp; Never had she been told no so... so... bluntly before!&nbsp; She sits up as Amal steps away, her expression very much hurt, but it's quickly hid behind the mask of the knight that she'd been for years.&nbsp; She clinches her fists as she moves away, spouting off words asking her to be patient and not to push things... words this 'old' woman did not need to hear from the 'young' elf.<br><br>Amal shut the door behind her, and outside she can hear louder footsteps coming up behind her, a pause, and then more footsteps before another nearby door slams shut across the hall.&nbsp; For the rest of the eve, Amal would find that the half-nymph knight would not be leaving her room any, least not while she remained awake...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 21:21:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The drow readied her things after a time.&nbsp; Her items prepared so she could leave when asked.&nbsp; <br><br>She did sleep.&nbsp; Something rare for her indeed, but sleep she did.&nbsp; The road, the ring, it all took its toll and here was the time she paid.&nbsp; She awoke early.&nbsp; Pulling a set of clothes on, her armor and bracers back in to place, willing the armor to appear as her clothing.&nbsp; Glove, and ring put back on, and pulled her things back onto her person.<br><br>Pausing, as she stood, ear to the door to listen, she waited for the other, hearing her move about, but she waited for the other to leave the home, standing, listening, waiting, before she left herself.<br><br>Listen: 29
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 22:37:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It seemed that Yuria was already up and moving about when Amal had awoken, and was busy in the main room by the sound of things.&nbsp; She'd be going about for a while, and then there would be silence for a time.&nbsp; Close to a half-hour later, a knocking could be heard, as if someone was knocking upon the door, but then it was opened and shut, and complete silence continued.&nbsp; Yuria had finally left, and it was early enough that even merchants and traders were barely getting ready to prepare for the day.<br><br>Outside in the main room, Yuria had set out a plate it seems, of various sweet fruits and some of the bread from the night before.&nbsp; Then, upon the door leading out of the home, there was a&nbsp; sheet of paper nailed to it, with writing upon it in plain common:<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Amal,<br><br>I have to go make my report of my mission that I got back from, and regarding the unusual orc activity, then some of my usual duties after that.&nbsp; If you are not too mad at me, I should be done with my duty for the day by mid-day to-day, so if you would like to go or do anything together after that, you can find me here at the house around and after then.<br><br>I'm sorry about last night; it won't happen again, and I hope you enjoy your breakfast I set out for you.<br><br>-Yuria</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 23:56:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She made her way out of the room, and went to the main room, looking over the bits of fruit and bread.&nbsp; A good start to the day, well food wise.&nbsp; The note, read, pulled free from it's place on the door and placed in the oven to burn and leave no evidence of it.&nbsp; Better to not let someone with ill intentions to know when one will be home, so another could be waiting.&nbsp; <br><br>Once done, she left.&nbsp; Cloak pulled around her body, hood pulled up over head and headed out into the city, to walk and explore on her own.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 02:35:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Exploring the city is a fairly easy task; Silverymoon is a fairly small city, but it has quite a bit going for it.&nbsp; In the south there is a garrison for guards, but nearby is a college for formal education.&nbsp; In fact, Amal would have seen it as she came into the city.&nbsp; Temples can clearly be seen in the north-eastern part of the city; they tower over <em>everything</em> else in the city, save for Alustriel's building, but that is a place of no use to the dark elf at the moment.&nbsp; Near any of the entrances pubs and taverns can be found in abundance, though some of the higher quality ones are located in the middle of the city, easily able to be spotted at a casual glance.&nbsp; <br><br>There is of course the market, which she'd seen quite a bit of the day before, and in the northern section there is a nice wizard's library, one of the larger ones in the Silver Marches, and to some in the all of Faerun.&nbsp; In the west there is another garrison, but near the garrison is a small collection of houses marked by red doors, some with women standing about outside, and while they are beautiful and dressed to accentuate their 'assets,' none seem to be the overly skanky sort.<br><br>To wander the city could take no more than a few hours on foot, to scout out options, and by midday it would be easy to know the general location of anything particularly pertinent.&nbsp; It's just a matter of what to do first...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 02:56:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She made her way back to the libraries.&nbsp; The drow wanting to consume her time, her energy within the halls therein.&nbsp; The drow pulling back her hood once out of the light, and began to move through the hall, focusing her attention more on the arcane and elements. <br><br>Several tomes taken, she makes her way to a table far away from the rest, better to cause less problems by her presence there...<br><br>Knowledge Arcana: Take 20, researching elemental spells
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 04:16:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The library is vast and extensive, and the light is dim enough inside she can see better than most anyone else in the area as opposed to the opposite outside.&nbsp; Her presence catches the eyes of a good many of the occupants, given that she's probably the first drow <em>ever</em> in there, and likely because it makes them nervous with their renowned knack for surviving any sort of spell.&nbsp; Nobody hassles her though; the people here are mostly the studious sort who wouldn't have the desire to bother her anyway.<br><br>The books she is privy to, essentially all but the specialized restricted section for the Spellguard and wizards on par with Mystra's Chosen, are all comprehensive on various theories of the Weave and elemental variations of it.&nbsp; A large number cover theories for spells at the current level of power, but some of the ones that delve into the planes of the elemental gods and goddesses and the denizens of those lands offer up theories into making more potent, powerful, and devastating versions of currently theorized evocation and transmutation spells.&nbsp; All compelling and quite interesting, though some take a tangent off of the traditional Mystrian Weave notion bordering on divine spellcasting Amal is unfamiliar with in application.<br><br>By the time she has gone through the vast majority of what she's found that could be useful, it is currently around mid-afternoon...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 04:33:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The books are closed, put back.&nbsp; Her notes are stowed away amongst her previous research.&nbsp; Sighing some.&nbsp; Close.&nbsp; Not close enough.&nbsp; <br><br>The drow sighing as she steps out into the mid afternoon day, cloak about her, but not her hood, beginning to walk through the city, starting to look a little more closely at her surroundings, looking for those with similar skills, rogues, thieves.&nbsp; They are here and she'll be hunting them...well not hunting but watching for.<br><br><br><br>Spot: 30
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 06:41:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Stalking about the city's sources of major traffic, she indeed spots a number of 'thieves,' though for the most part they are simple pickpockets, the ones noticed are the ones being too obvious largely, but there is one particular instance in the market where she spots a young woman walk by an older one, and while it's a brief motion, barely a blur in her peripheral vision, it's easy enough to figure out that the older woman is missing her <em>entire</em> purse.<br><br>Meaning, of course, that that woman is a cutpurse, and indeed she tucks the thin bag into her jacket pocket and walks off as if nothing had happened.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 06:56:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The drow smiles, moving along as if nothing happened, but she keeps her eyes on the younger woman, as well as around herself and her things.&nbsp; Though covered by the cloak, she knows the risks of her own things being taken, lessened given the perception of her kind.&nbsp; She moves along, a casual pace, but she does follow the cutpurse, slowly closing the distance between herself and the young woman, hands under her cloak wrapping around the hilt of a sword, a just in case measure as she moves along, a casual pace, looking amused, waiting until they are in an emptier part of the city, before her pace picks up, to get even closer to the girl.<br><br>Spot (cutpurse): 27<br>Spot (herself): 28<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 07:18:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman seems to be heading towards the center of the market, it seems, and for quite a time it looks like she's simply walking nonchalantly.&nbsp; Nobody of a thievery sort comes anywhere close to Amal, most likely due to what Drow are known for, which is for <em>not</em> being very kind, especially about slights against them.&nbsp; After a minute or two of walking it's clear that the path market is not clearing up any, and all of a sudden, right in the middle of the vast group of people, the cutpurse woman simply stops.<br><br>She turns around fully, grinning and locking eyes with the drow.&nbsp; Her hands move in a blur of motion, easily noted as Drow Sign Language, odd for a young Human to know, and then winks afterwords just as a tall half-orc in armor and a few other people walk between Amal and the woman, and when they pass... she is completely gone, nowhere to be seen in the dense crowd of people.<br><br>The woman's message in Drow Sign?&nbsp; 'Nice try, but I noticed you ages ago, so goodbye!'
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 07:30:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Some could take it for a somatic movement, others well, could maybe recognize the unspoken language as her hands move through a quick message.<br><br>'Wanted you to notice.&nbsp; Wanted to talk.'<br><br>She moves through the market, signing the message several times as she does so, moving out of the market and away from the temples, more towards shops, and hopefully a bench, keeping an eye still, for those who would come upon her...<br><br>Spot:31
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 07:54:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her repeated signing strikes a few people as odd, but given the sheer number of people in the market still, most really don't care at all what <em>she</em> does so long as it doesn't interfere with what <em>they</em> do.&nbsp; Perhaps it's this added twitch that dissuade a few wandering eyes straying across her bag of holding, but for the most part the glances at her possessions are few and far between.<br><br>Heading to the shops away from the market, there is not much in the way of benches sadly, as the streets are not <em>that</em> big to be able to afford one without hindering movement through the streets.&nbsp; Not that it would really matter much after a moment, of course.<br><br>"You wanted to talk?" a voice from behind her called out, and would she turn around she'd find that cutpurse from earlier right in front of her, and quite close to.<br><br>Amal hadn't heard a sound, hadn't sensed a thing, and the woman was now close enough that if she were to try and draw her blade the woman would be able to reach her before she even finished doing so.&nbsp; The human woman with short brown hair and hazel eyes with heavily tanned skin was grinning, arms crossed beneath her moderate, perky breasts, dressed in what seemed to be a lesser-nobleman's outfit, though fit to the woman's body quite well and quite obviously.<br><br>"You should really pay attention better; there are some nastily talented thieves out their Miss Drow, and you wouldn't want your gold or anything to disappear now, would you?" she continued, taunting her with a distinct tone of superiority to her voice and sarcastic irony in her words.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 16:14:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, that's the thing.&nbsp; Being likely one, if not the only of my kind in town, I'm watched a wee bit more closely than others, say like you." she says with a relaxed affair.&nbsp; She's not expecting an all out confrontation here, in public, but it could happen.&nbsp; The drow does smile, "If I had wanted to not see me dear, you wouldn't have, but I wanted you too, you did, and you kept watching me, either out of curiosity, or some other reason."<br><br>She keeps her tone friendly, "We." she begins, "Could be beneficial to each other." she says gently, rising.&nbsp; "Let me know though, I'm sure you'll be in touch."&nbsp; Rising to her feet, "And I would only expect my things bothered with, were I to encroach upon what is most assuredly your territory, which I'm not too keen on." she says.&nbsp; Not looking back, "Good day an d good eve, I do hope we can meet again and work out something." she says before heading back to Yuria's home.<br><br>Knocking once, before entering, and moving back to the guest room, or that is her intended place of travel to remove her arms and armor...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 01:53:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The thief is listening throughout, an eyebrow quirked as Amal explains herself, her expression otherwise unchanged.<br><br>"Beneficial, huh?&nbsp; Bothering your things?&nbsp; My <em>territory</em>?" she retorts, her grin clear even in her smile "I don't know <em>what</em> you're talking about Miss Drow."<br><br>That seemed to be the end of it, mid-late afternoon now as Amal is heading to her current 'residence'.&nbsp; The streets are clearing off now, the number of people dying down tremendously.&nbsp; Back at Yuria's, the main room and hall are empty, and her way to the guest room is clear of any other presence.&nbsp; It's only after she'd shed herself of her armor that she'd see Yuria in the doorway, dressed in her knight's garb save her armor, her expression a bit more serious.<br><br>"You got my note, obviously, but I just wanted to say that I was sorry for pushing you again." she said, standing tall and proud, unafraid of admitting that she'd screwed up "I want to make it up to you after I make dinner.&nbsp; This time nothing about begging or asking you to pretend to love me, okay?"<br><br>(Sorry it's short; had to hurry)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 04:17:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Left in a simple tunic and pants, she looks over to the door.&nbsp; The drow listening, and silent for a long moment.&nbsp; "Not tonight." she says, "I am not in the mood for such...activities right now, but I will spend the evening here, with you." she says softly.&nbsp; She takes a small breath, and looks to her, "There is nothing to make up for at this point.&nbsp; You've made your apology, I accept it.&nbsp; From there, we move on." she says softly.<br><br>"Time." she begins, "Is what is needed.&nbsp; To know when to ask what you asked, and do what wanted.&nbsp; Time, and you will know."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 04:07:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Yuria sighs, again; she was hoping Amal would be 'in the mood' tonight, as she apparently has a bit of a libido.<br><br>"I understand... but at least you'll be spending tonight with me regardless." she said, smiling a half-smile "Who knows?&nbsp; Maybe you'll be in the mood later for my 'surprise'..."<br><br>She uncrossed her arms and made to turn and leave, but pauses and looks back at her.<br><br>"I know you need time... but I don't have the same luxury of time as you do." she commented softly, a bit sadly "I was only talking <em>my</em> long term earlier yesterday, after all... please keep that in mind.&nbsp; Now why don't you tell me about your day while I fix dinner?&nbsp; I have steaks this time, by the way."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 04:07:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She held up a hand, "It has not been a week." she said softly.&nbsp; The drow's tone kept gentle, not curt or hard.&nbsp; Moving along into the home proper to follow Yuria, "I spent my day in the library, researching, working on a set of spells, nothing spectacular, but more improving that which has come about and is standard for some." she continues, "A small walk and then back here..." she continued.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 04:32:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"At the library most of the day, then a walk?&nbsp; Hm... not bad; improving yourself and exploring the city on your own.&nbsp; As hard working as you are beautiful eh?" she says with a smile as she has gets the steaks going with a distinct sizzling hiss "If you'd like, we could train together tomorrow if we head to the Mystrian temple; they have special fields in place to keep people from killing each other during sparring matches, so that their wizards and us Mystic Fire Knights can go all out in our training.&nbsp; You might also be able to learn a few things there as well from some of the older wizards there; most are quite well read and spend <em>too</em> much time in thought, I think."<br><br>She takes a bit of time to take care of some more of dinner, but soon continues talking again.<br><br>"You know, even if you don't want to do that, would you mind spending the day with me tomorrow?&nbsp; Not hinting at trying anything; I just want to spend time with you is all." she asks while chopping up some fruit into slices "Anywhere is fine, honestly; I'm completely free tomorrow."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 19:32:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It would be...close." she says after a moments consideration.&nbsp; "With your bow, and superior melee abilities, I would have to rely on spells, and given your armor, and hardiness, I would be hard-pressed defeat you." She said, "It would take luck on my part, the right combination, the right things to fall in place for me to defeat you, be it by melee, or at range." <br><br>She smiles, "I am at the limits of what I am able to learn right now.&nbsp; Maybe one or two spells I can pick up, but&nbsp; I know all I can, I was taught from the lowliest spell, to the highest and most powerful from the beginning, made to cast them all till we know them." she says softly, "Unlike other's we know what we know, and the occasional other here and there."<br><br>Amal smiling, "We can spend the day together, though we will likely have to go and pick up several of my things along the way..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 23:30:12</strong>
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				"I don't mind picking your things up at all; as long as we spend time together, I really don't mind." Yuria replied with a grin "Speaking of 'several of your things,' I still have one of your 'glass' things in my possession... remember?"<br><br>She chuckled a bit, and not too long after that she was heading to the dining table with their two meals drawn from every food group it would seem.&nbsp; Setting the plats out, it seemed it was time for dinner.<br><br>"Dinner's ready Amal, and it should be done well enough for you." she said, waiting for Amal to take her seat at the table before sitting down across from her "We can decide on this evening's activities after we're done, so I guess that gives you time to think things over."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 17:02:51</strong>
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				There's a roll of her eyes at the mention of her glass, but chose not to comment for the time being, and simply waited for the meal to be served.&nbsp; The drow settling in once called over and took her seat, and began to eat and mull over the night's activities.&nbsp; &nbsp;She ate quietly, a simple efficiency to how she took to the meal, protein first and then the others.&nbsp; She was quiet, and once the meal done, she looked up, "We can go out, see what, if any bards are entertaining the travelers that come through." she says in offering of something.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 21:19:30</strong>
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				Dinner was a quiet affair, a bit of an awkward one as well, at least to Yuria.&nbsp; She would have much preferred some semblance of speech from the solemn women, but she didn't think she should push things after such a... significant screw up the night before.&nbsp; She saves the meat for lasts, eating it noticeably slower than the non-animal-based foods upon her plate, but she finishes not terribly long after Amal does, about the time she suggests the idea of finding bards to entertain them for the evening.<br><br>"Hmm... that might be fun, more fun than my original plans for the evening anyway..." she muttered to herself before addressing Amal directly "Sure, why not?&nbsp; Let me clean up, strap my armor on, and we can leave whenever you're ready.&nbsp; This time of night, you'd likely find them at the taverns in a short ways from one of the entrances to the city, which is where you'd likely find most travelers.&nbsp; If you're looking for something a bit more 'upscale' or local, there are such taverns mid-city, where merchants are more likely to congregate, whichever you'd prefer."<br><br>After cleaning the dishes, and pulling her armor on in but a few minutes, Yuria returns from the back room, dressed as the knight she truly was, armed and armored right and proper.&nbsp; Her hair, however, she opted to leave loose; she figured she might as well look her best for this, and she figured her hair down looked much better.<br><br>"So, how about <em>you</em> lead the way, since you know the city now?" she offered with a grin, offering up her arm for Amal to take and lead her about "I'm fine with your choice in music for the evening, and besides, it was <em>you</em> that asked <em>me</em> out for this little <em>date</em> of ours."<br><br>She added a wink, so show she was just teasing... well, <em>mostly</em>, anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 01:08:16</strong>
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				Date?&nbsp; What date?&nbsp; She frowns a little at the word.&nbsp; She went and dressed in a set of her traveling clothes, armor and bracers, sword belt with both.&nbsp; The woman sighs before moving to join the other, her host, "I..." she begins, tense, "It was not intended as such." she replies, a little cold, "You are forcing, or trying too again." she says, not taking the arm, "I merely offered up some activity, Yuria, the things people would do together in the city after being on the road." Looking and facing her, "You..." she sighs a little, the drow narrowing her eyes, "Continue to force and push, and I will stop, leave." she says in a low tone.&nbsp; "I don't mean this as a slight against you, but it grates, to be pushed into something I don't yet see will be long lasting.&nbsp; I will leave here one day, your duty keeps you here, it is not a good situation for you Yuria."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 01:57:52</strong>
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				Yuria's grin fell in a moment, then her arm that went untaken.&nbsp; Her eyes narrowed as the 'threat' continued, until she was aptly glaring at the shorter woman.&nbsp; She stepped forward, right up close and personal, and continued to hold her gaze with her eyes, her anger and hurt clear behind them.<br><br>"That.&nbsp; Was.&nbsp; A.&nbsp; <em>Joke</em>." she hissed, firm in tone and strong in word "It's called <em>'teasing,'</em> it wasn't <em>meant</em> to be taken seriously.&nbsp; I am not trying to <em>force</em> you into being with me, otherwise I'd be strapping you to a bed and holding you hostage, or brainwashing you, or something equally <em>ridiculous</em>."<br><br>Her gaze softens a bit, less anger and more hurt showing through now.&nbsp; She may have been a proud, strong, powerful knight, but some things...<br><br>"I don't need you telling me it's not a good situation either; I'm <em>more</em> than capable of figuring that out." she said, less forceful and aggressive in her manner now "The last thing I want though is to die alone seventy more years from now... so pardon me if I want to spend time with you so you can decide if 'we' will be 'long lasting'<br><br>She turned, a complete about face, and headed for the door, opening it and standing to the side, looking back at Amal, her expression a neutral mask.<br><br>"So?&nbsp; Are we going or not?&nbsp; Not as a 'date,' of course..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Warriors, Two Veterans, One Tale (Keelan and yuna0417 {D&amp;D3.5 FR})</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 18:03:57</strong>
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				"Such things." she says, "Such things are not taken lightly, no matter who is involved." she says, a low, neutral and unemotional tone.&nbsp; The drow taking a slow breath, "You push, you prod into something you want, something you've made clear.&nbsp; It will not come about by force, by pushing and prodding.&nbsp; If it is to happen, it will."<br><br>The drow shifting, "If you wish to go, we can, if not, so be it.&nbsp; The choice is yours."
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