Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 2
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				Title: <strong>Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 08:13:44</strong>
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				<em>This is in no way or shape or form associated with the living Greyhawk campaign but we do want to thank them for the work that they have done on the modules. I’d also like to thank Wizards of the Coast for putting the campaign together. This goes for ALL Modules run in this thread.</em><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lions in Hand</strong></span><br><em>Written by Wesley Wright</em><br></div><em>The Army of Liberation is looking for freelance adventurers to help deliver low-priority messages. A bit of gold in your pocket, a few days in nice weather, how could there be any better work for adventurers such as yourselves?</em><br><br><br><strong><br>A Note about the Weather</strong><br>The weather for the entirety of this adventure is light winter snow in the mornings, followed by clear sunny skies in the afternoons. It is cold, but not so cold that an unprepared adventurer will die from the elements. A good cloak, a good pair of boots and a sturdy winter blanket ensures survival. There is no need for Fortitude saves due to the weather.<br><br><strong><br>Introduction</strong><br>On a bulletin board in the local town of Hochoch you see a notice pinned in bold writing standing out from everything else:<br><div align="center"><strong><br><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size">Attention!</span><br><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size">Adventurers Needed!</span><br>To carry messages for the Army of Liberation. 20 golden lions for less than a ten-days work. Interested parties should inquire at the Army of Liberation encampment outside Hochoch.<br><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size">No experience necessary.</span></strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cythieus</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 10:25:23</strong>
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				Brother Elijah Darme rubbed a hand back through his blonde head of hair as he stooped down to read the words penned on the piece of parchment. His other fingers slid over the words slowly, the paper was soft with ink. His eyes scanned the writing.<br><br>"Attention! Adventurers Needed! To carry messages for the Army of Liberation. 20 golden lions for less than a ten-days work. Interested parties should inquire at the Army of Liberation encampment outside Hochoch. No experience necessary."<br><br>When he finished reading his hand went to his chin, <strong>"It seems like the weather might actually be worth getting out into,"</strong> he said after a moment. <strong>"Well, if Pelor continues to bless us with days such as these."</strong> He lifted his mace from the floor and let it pound down into his other palm, catching the weapon and smirking. <br><br>He turns, palm cupped under the massive weapon, and surveys the area, <strong>"Though this is hardly an endeavor one such as myself should take alone..." </strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 15:20:45</strong>
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				<strong>"For 20 lions, maybe you shan't have to!"</strong> announced another, standing five inches taller then the Cleric, long blonde hair roughly kept hanging around his shoulders, an equally rough goatee being stroked by one powerful hand as he gave the notice a scan of his own. <br><br>Vergil was adorned in the vestments of a Cleric, although he was no Cleric, he more so found it amusing to take on the appearance, and if really pushed, he often claimed to be a Cleric of Kord, by virtue of action. <strong>"Aye, Vergil, Son of Kord shall undertake this quest."</strong>&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Cythieus</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 20:31:32</strong>
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				Elijah studied the man at his side, watching in for only a moment to discern his motions before offering out his hand, <strong>"Brother Elijah Darme, Cleric of Pelor..." </strong>his words trailed off there. The man, Vergil, had the appearance of a Cleric about him. But something in his demeanor made Elijah wonder if that suspicion was true.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CWand</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 20:52:39</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A much smaller red head walks up to the two men and tries to slip between them to see what all the fuss it about.&nbsp; She reads it to herself in silence and then looks at the white furry mass on her shoulders. "Well snowball....I think we may be finding some work after all.&nbsp; Even if it is all the way up in this backwaters slum they call a duchy.&nbsp; What do you think? Should we go see what this 'army' has to say?" She asks rubbing the furry mass just under what looks like a bald spot.&nbsp; The term army is given a heavy sarcastic tone as she glances at the two men behind her.&nbsp; Evaluating them slowly for a few moments.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; She was dressed in a scholarly robe, with a winter cloak around her shoulders and a pair of furry boots adorning her feet.&nbsp; She was small and most would likely claim unintimidating, but for those who looked in her eyes it was clear this 'weak' little girl, could snap with a temper as the winds changed.&nbsp; At her waist a small dagger rested comfortable in the clash of her robe the blade pointed backwards and away from her slightly.&nbsp; A carefully stuffed backpack rested on her shoulders that seemed to be weighing her down considerably.&nbsp; At her waist just below the clash a small pouch was tightly wrapped around her hips acting both as a second clash and as a pouch for dozens of small carefully packed packets.&nbsp; Although the robe made it hard to be certain the young woman appeared to have a fairly attractive form, and her face was slightly appealing although it had to look of a commoner in several ways.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cythieus</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 21:13:25</strong>
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				Turning to look at her, Elijah caught a glimpse of the creature that was perched on her shoulders. He studies the creature for a moment and then realizes that he can't discern what it is. The robe causes him for, just a moment, to mistake her for a commoner. But when he sees the pouches and packets wrapped about her waist he's sure that she's a Wizard of some kind. It was also about that time that he noticed her hips with the fabric tapering around her legs. <br><br>The Cleric stepped forward tapping her lightly in the center of the back, <strong>"Pardon, Miss," </strong>he said in a light tone but with a firm level of backing,<strong> "Planning to take this little job on?" </strong>he asked. 
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				Post by: <strong>CWand</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 21:20:05</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Cindy stared up into the Cleric's eyes when she answered. Her voice is calm and self confident as it comes out.&nbsp; <strong>"I am, as I presume you are Pelorite?</strong> She asks as much as states.&nbsp; Her posture changing slightly to what one might expect from a minor noble, although it is clear that it is more or less an act although a quite convincing one, suggesting she may have spent some time in a noble house of some sort.
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				Post by: <strong>Cythieus</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 21:24:32</strong>
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				<strong>"I'm guessing that I can't hide,"</strong> his tone was a little sarcastic, <strong>"What with this Mace, the Holy Symbol and the robes adorned with our radiant Lord's symbol."</strong> <br><br>Elijah offered his hand out to her, <strong>"Elijah Darme,"</strong> he said introducing himself. 
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				Post by: <strong>Teno</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 21:35:16</strong>
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				She walked back to the bulletin board, happy that perhaps she was going to do something exciting with her life. There was only so many times she could pinch a small trinket and not get caught. Besides, she loved the thrill of it. Sometimes she would intentionally mess up, just so she could bolt and feel something from that. It seemed though that the call hadn't gone unnoticed while she was gone, as she returned to a small crowd forming around the board. "Let me guess, we all want the same thing, eh?"
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				Post by: <strong>CWand</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 22:28:14</strong>
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				"Cynthia Cindersoot" She shook his hand lightly and turned to the newcomer.&nbsp; Glancing at the rogue, Cindy smirked slightly and nodded. "I am guessing that, we all want a piece of this posting, and it'd probably make the most sense if we all worked together. 5 golden lions a piece is still easy money especially when the four of us could more easily handle anything out in the wilderness then any one of us alone?" She asks the others glancing between the other three with a curious grin on her face.
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				Post by: <strong>Teno</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 23:28:23</strong>
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				"Hmm, you have a point there." She smiled at the mage, making eye contact with her green eyes. Her hood was down, allowing her red hair to catch the winter's sun as it reflected off the morning snow that lightly lay on the ground. She wore her blouse underneath her jacket, and a pair of black slacks which were tucked into solid boots which kept her feet warm and dry in the current weather.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 00:25:22</strong>
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				When Brother Elijah Darme offered a hand to the Barbarian in the guise of a Cleric, Vergil extended his own hand to shake, he always believed in a firm shake, some might say an overly firm shake. <strong>"Vergil, just Vergil."</strong> <br><br>As they were joined by another, then another, he took note that quite a little group had formed. <strong>"I've been needing a new jacket, five lions would pay it nicely."</strong> he smiled, the gleam of interest and desire for adventure sparkling in his eye. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 06:40:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/Characters/nainbase01.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size">Nain Aleanathem</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Gray Elf Bard</span></div><div align="center">________________________________________________________________</div><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=6355) - HP: 6 - Current Objective: Job Hunting</span><br><br>Nain noted the group forming around the flier in town. Sauntering over she watched them before looking over at the flier herself. She gave a mischievous smirk towards the group. Her voice was as cold as her skin looked, "I do believe it will be 20 gold lions each my friends," her voice was feral, hauntingly beautiful to the ears around her. Exotic was a good word for her, from her looks to her voice, she was not an elf one would normally see in these areas. She picked her words perfectly, debating each step she took. <br><br>There was something odd about her, she was not dressed like a person effected by the cold weather, instead it was as if she welcomed it. Looking to each of her new companions, "I believe it will be 20 lions for each of us. Not split apart." Looking towards the flier again she pursed her lush ruby red lips together in thought. "Perhaps you need the assistance of a story teller?" She turns looking at the small group there. <br><br>Her face was covered in black swirled primal markings, her body followed suit with markings in white and gray adding to her already snow like skin. Nain stood there a mystery to everyone who laid eyes on her. People even stopped and stared at her, children pointed, she was definitely a creature the locals were not used too. <br><br>Bowing cordially to her new found companions, "Where are my manners... I hail from the land of the frost barbarian, I am Nain Aleanathem of Fruntzii. Well met." It was a gentle smile she gave them. She was well mannered and eloquent and it showed in her breeding. The frost barbarians were well known for their uncouth tactics in keeping their country protected. They were also known for cordial dispositions towards visitors.
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				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 18:12:57</strong>
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				A Bard!? Vergil loved bards! Who better then to write stories and epic tales of his heroism as he jumped head first into a pack of wolves or gave some bandits a good hiding! And an Elf too....natural bards! She was from that Frost Barbarian lands too, all the better, she'd appreciate the site of him putting his axe into an Orc Chieftain's skull.<br><br><strong>"T'is a pleasure Nain of Fruntzii."</strong> offered the blonde barbarian with a smile, indeed, get in good with the teller of tales, fame and glory would be his yet.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Cythieus</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 21:50:22</strong>
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				Elijah stepped forward, taking her by the hand and giving her a slight bow of the head, <strong>"A pleasure to make your acquaintance Miss Nain,"</strong> he said in a low tone. As he brought his head back up he looked at her and then glanced to the Barbarian and the rest of the group standing close at hand. <br><br><strong>"Would you all think that it'd be wise to have a bard along, even if only for their skill at morale boosting?"</strong> he asked. 
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				Post by: <strong>Teno</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 02:18:22</strong>
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				"Serena Greenfeld, though I'm nothing much." She smiles as she says this, as the others are obvious in their professions. However it wasn't such with the next person to walk up, though she did make herself known. "Well met." She offered another smile and nodded at the suggestion that she join them. "Of course! If anything, I imagine she knows a few camfire songs." She grins at the bard.
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				Post by: <strong>CWand</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 02:35:10</strong>
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				"I fail to see how it could hurt things, why?&nbsp; Do you feel that there is some drawback? Especially if we're paid 20 lions either way?" Cindy asks crossing her arms over her chest and looking between the three of them.&nbsp; She had no problems with Bards, infact she was fond of them. Devyn had been a bard and she loved the stories and songs.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 07:59:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/Characters/nainbase01.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size">Nain Aleanathem</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Gray Elf Bard</span></div><div align="center">_________________________________________________________________</div><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=6355) - HP: 6 - Current Objective: Not to see Pelor's Light</span><br><br>Nain smiles to everyone giving a courteous bow. It warmed her heart a slight bit knowing she was so accepted, even if she's from the cold north. She nods to each one of them individually, accept the cleric. Giving him a bit of a shocked look from his boldness in taking her hand after just meeting her. <br><br>Nain gave him a kind of a sideways smile slipping her hand gently from his. She had heard of these clerics of Pelor, something about an over active sex drive for being the holiest of clerics. "Nice to meet you all as well and please, just call me Nain." Her face turned to the group as her mind already started working lyrics to songs of this group.
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				Post by: <strong>Cythieus</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 08:18:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i37.tinypic.com/wik75c.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Elijah cleared his throat to cover his own embarrassment,<strong> "Ahem, well as I said, its nice to meet you too ma'am."</strong> He stepped back, letting his hands come to a rest on top the mace so that he could lean down on top of it. After a moment he spoke again, <strong>"I'd say that if we've come to meet like this in front of this...uh...announcement it might be an ample deduction that we were meant to meet, indeed this may very well mean the gods want it to be so."</strong></span>
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				Post by: <strong>Teno</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 23:29:55</strong>
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				"You think the gods had something to do with us all wanting to take up this job? I doubt they would have such an interest in us. Besides, if they really wanted us to do this, why don't they give us a little help? Like, I don't know, a magic crystal-ball that makes the enemy kill themselves?" She rolled her eyes, looking at the other members. "I don't know about you, but I don't like the idea that we are dictated to by higher beings where our lives are going." <br><br>She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and looked around her before speaking again, "Anyway, I'd rather go make a few purchases before we head out.. Unless the gods are going to help us." With that, she headed toward her home in order that she could collect what gold she had 'earned' so she could buy equipment and supplies.
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				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 23:54:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/Characters/nainbase01.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size">Nain Aleanathem</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Gray Elf Bard</span></div><div align="center">________________________________________________________________</div><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=6355) - HP: 6 - Current Objective: To find out where to go</span><br><br>Nain looked at the young lady with a smile, "Wouldn't it be better if we got what our employer wanted from this trip?" Her eyes moved to the young cleric again before scanning the rest of the group. "I for one would rather get more information before heading out to deliver a message, that and we do not know what the message is going to be." <br><br>Giving everyone a jovial smile she bowed her head turning to walk up to one of the guards that were standing around. "Excuse me kind sir, but I wish to inquiry about the bulletin, but yet I do not know where I am supposed to go, might you help?" The guard smiles at Nain then points towards a main building in the encampment, "You can ask for the captain there." Nodding to him, "Thank you very much."<br><br>Returning to the group she looks them over, "I guess we just report to the captain in the main building there," using her hand to gesture where they should go.
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				Post by: <strong>Teno</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 00:21:53</strong>
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				She had barely walked a few steps when she heard what the bard said. She thought about it and turned around. "All we're asked to do is deliver a message. And the fact that it needs a few of us to do it makes me think I'm going to need more than just the clothes I'm wearing and a few copper coins. I'd rather leave here with at least the bare essentials, not to mention protection."
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				Post by: <strong>Cythieus</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 02:38:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i37.tinypic.com/wik75c.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Elijah grimaced at Serena's statement and the long explanation that she gave thereafter, "You know, its not unheard of for the clergy to invoke sarcasm for humor," he said. This mere bulletin board posting wasn't enough for him to think something was willed by the divine, but the way that they had all come together seemed to odd enough to him that he called attention to it. For a moment he stood there and waited while Nain discussed a way to go about finding out more about this job and then went on to do it. "We might need to talk to the fellow who set this up, see if there are any special instructions." </span><br>
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				Post by: <strong>CWand</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 23:45:16</strong>
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				Cindy glanced outside at the snow covered ground and then toward the building in question.&nbsp; Her hands crossed over her chest for a moment as she considered something, before taking a step outside, the fluffy creature around her neck raises its head and glances around curiously a long white tail starting to wag slightly when it spots a bird on a nearby tree limb.&nbsp; Slowly Cindy made her way through the snow till she was at the door of the main building and knocked slightly on the door waiting to see if they were allowed to enter immediately or had to be invited in.
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				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 19:01:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/Characters/nainbase01.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size">Nain Aleanathem</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Gray Elf Bard</span></div><div align="center">_________________________________________________________________</div><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=6355) - HP: 6 - Current Objective: Gathering Information</span><br><br>Nain looks at the group, especially the one ready to run off and gather her supplies. "Do you not think they will give us time to prepare?" She smiles a bit, "I'm sure we all would have things we would like to fetch."<br><br>Looking towards the Pelorite for a moment noting his embarrassment to the situation before her eyes trailed back to the young rogue. "Maybe we should find out what this delivery is all about before we head to go shopping." Her eyes drifted to the young cleric again, "I wouldn't mind finding something more comfortable to travel in myself." <br><br>Casting a gaze over the rest of the group with a smile again, "What say you? Find us some answers on the means of this mission or wait for our comrade to collect her effects?" 
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				Post by: <strong>Teno</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 21:23:31</strong>
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				Serena looked to the rest of the group, then the bard again, and sighed. "Very well. I'll come with you now." She wondered where exactly they were going to be asked to go, she had never left the town for longer than a couple of hours, and now she was planning on leaving completely. 
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				Post by: <strong>Cythieus</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 21:33:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i37.tinypic.com/idzjvs.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Elijah tilted his head down in thought, considering the prospect of finding something to travel in, <strong>"It would be beneficial to procure some means of travel, but have we got the money to pay for something of that type. I think we can agree we're all looking into this work because we've got a need for money, so it might be that we can't actually afford to do too much." </strong><br><br>He paused for a moment and then said, <strong>"But I might be able to widdle them down."</strong>&nbsp; </span><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Teno</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 21:41:18</strong>
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				Serena raised a brow at Elijah. "I think she meant clothing as opposed to a carriage." She then pondered her own words and added, "But by all means, if you are able to get something then go ahead, I won't stop you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cythieus</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 21:45:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i33.tinypic.com/2daaaus.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>"Yes, of course I knew that...clothes would be unwise to travel without indeed. I doubt we'd want to travel nude, even in a carriage."</strong> He considered this option for a second and then thought back to the original question posed by Nain and then he considered what it was really saying. He glanced at Nain, leaned down on his mace and let his other hand catch just the inside of the robe seam over his chest and said, <strong>"I'm sure we can arrange something, though,"</strong> his tone carried a slight hint of what he really meant, but not so much as to make it blatantly obvious. <br><br></span><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 18:15:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/Characters/nainbase01.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size">Nain Aleanathem</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Gray Elf Bard</span></div><div align="center">_________________________________________________________________</div><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=6355) - HP: 6 - Current Objective: Cock Tease</span><br><br>Nain smiled at Elijah then walked over to him coming dangerously close to him. Her hand moves to his chest and she looked up into his eyes. "I think..." she leans up almost touching his lips. "That we should go and find out more about where we are supposed to go..." she smiles letting her lips brush his, she walked past him sauntering off towards the building they were told to go too.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cythieus</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 21:20:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i37.tinypic.com/idzjvs.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Elijah froze for a moment after Nain's actions and just watched, a slight nervousness took him. It was more of a shock than a nervous reaction but he quickly righted himself and followed behind her, <strong>"I guess we need to know where oto go as soon as possible,"</strong> he said as he left.</span><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Greyhawk 3.5 IC Thread Group 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 09:49:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/Characters/nainbase01.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size">Nain Aleanathem</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Gray Elf Bard</span></div><div align="center">_________________________________________________________________</div><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=6355) - HP: 6 - Current Objective: Cock Tease</span><br><br>Nain waited for Elijah to catch up with her then took his arm. Looking over her shoulders at the others. "I'm sure we'll get provisions soon enough. Maybe we should see if this job is pay up front of not." Nodding slightly she looked at Elijah with a jovial smile. She wasn't teasing or anything. "What do you think Pelorite?" She knew the symbol of his god very well. She also knew the reputation they had.
			</dd>
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