The Great Fantasy Adventure - Breacadh an lae
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				Title: <strong>The Great Fantasy Adventure - Breacadh an lae</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>22-01-2020, 12:39:37</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/EhKlSEJ.png)<br><br><em><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Breacadh an lae was founded sixty years ago and now serves as King Aemon's Capital. As it is the only city &amp; port, it has grown wealthy through an influx of trade with goods arriving from &amp; leaving too the old continent. <br>Most trade is between 'Port Dawn' and its parent Empire, the Impireacht Ghotach though not exclusively. Chief exports include gold, silver &amp; precious gemstones through the mines but also high quality hard woods, previously unknown plants, the hides of this lands strange creatures &amp; the features of its exotic birds.&nbsp; <br>Currently the population living directly in the city is approximately one hundred thousand people, the majority having arrived on a boat over the years though over the decades the city is now seeing its first and even second born generation 'natives.' <br>Humans remain the most common race, though Elves &amp; their kin are very common, as are Dwarves and the hafling races. Other races feature here and there with perhaps the Orc being most common, many having arrived after the discovery of native Orc tribes.<br>As is the case in the Impireacht Ghotach, the predominant religion worships a pantheon of deities that embody certain traits and it is known individuals who achieve great deeds may ascend to the halls of their patron deity, becoming a subject of worship by their descendants. These ascensions can be verified by oracles and prophets though any actual manifestation of a deity is tremendously rare. Other faiths are allowed but currently do not hold any temples or churches within the city. <br><br>The city is always alive with activity, with professional &amp; amateur adventurers returning from inland with stories of what they found or traders &amp; merchants arriving with information from the old Continent. Streets are often lined with everything from fishmongers offering catch of the day to goblin bankers trying to lure you in. The group assembled by King Aemon for his expedition have been offered lodgings in 'the Gilded Bull' an upscale inn located between the city's main market &amp; entertainment districts.&nbsp; </span></em></div><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=250]URLHERE[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b]<br>[b]Location:[/b]<br>[b]Tagging:[/b]<br>[b]Content:[/b]<br>[hr][hr]</code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Fantasy Adventure - Breacadh an lae</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TerribleTira</strong> on <strong>03-02-2020, 08:51:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/K0D7pwv/Khaida-DS-shadow.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">𝔎𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔡𝔞 𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔞𝔫</span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Port Dawn, Main Market<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> -<br><strong>Content:</strong> Re-supplying<br><hr><hr>The Market was a bustle of bodies and smells, the torrent of buyers and sellers conglomerating into a swell of shouts and squabbles over the barter of goods. A light breeze wafted the scent of spices and foodstuffs over the musky odor of sweat and dirt. Khaida edged her way through the crowd, her face a sour rictus of disdain. The dragonslayer had left her affects at the guild house, making her way quickly to the market to pick up a few more supplies. She needed extra rations and trail items now that she did not have the assurance of other slayers in the forthcoming campaign. Members of the Fang Breakers she could count on for certain needs. But a group of total strangers? She wouldn't test her fate on the hope that they would be properly prepared.<br><br>The polished captain that had invited her thus, had pressed the importance that her role would be to safeguard the group against draconic threat. Khaida had agreed without hesitation, but her true nature would easily forfeit their lives for a chance at a kill. She wouldn't sacrifice them needlessly, of course. But if it came between saving a life of one of the party or taking down a significant quarry, Khaida always chose the quarry. She was not a Guardian. Her role was to kill, not protect. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that she got through the Mountain Gate. Approaching a green-skinned vendor, the redheaded huntress motioned for them to bring her a few parcels of jerked meat. As the cloth wrapped rations were passed to her for an exchange of coin, Khaida could smell the salty morsels within. It was pig, from what she could tell, a good and fatty portion, too. Giving the short goblinoid a satisfied smile and nod, Khaida moved on to look for another seller. She still needed some extra ointments and salves for injuries. <br><br>Normally, the slayers traveled with a contingent of medically trained individuals. They had drowned with the rest of the guild members, and the battle-scarred huntress had to count on her own capacity to tend to wounds. Her practice was meager at best, and Khaida did not relish the thought of getting burned or poisoned. She wondered if there was even an apothecary here that sold wyvern anti-venom. As she pushed through another gaggle of smelly passersby, the pale female clutched her supply pack close to her chest. The density of this crowd was perfect for cut-purses, and she kept an attentive eye out for thieves.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Fantasy Adventure - Breacadh an lae</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JFD99</strong> on <strong>08-02-2020, 00:26:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/42/6f/e0/426fe0f4c609afcd615a4bf8385a5dcc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sariandi<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Gilded Bull<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br><strong>Content:</strong>Bard at work<br><hr><hr><br>The Gilded Bull's common room was busy and smokey; a noisy mess where waitresses had to sidestep running halflings and walk over knocked over stools to deliver plates and mugs without spilling too much of their content. The tavern's staff was obviously accustomed to the chaos, as were the patrons themselves. While it could easily pass for a warzone, the tavern wasn't anymore busy or disorderly than usual.<br><br>Although smaller in stature than most of the patrons, Sariandi was unfazed by the chaos and in fact, felt right at home in the chaos. After a brief discussion with the innkeeper, she walked through the crowd with her lute and a large plate, striding with a confidence that contrasted with her size. Stepping up the small stair that led up the stage, she placed the empty plate in front of her at the edge of the stage then began to play a few notes on her lute, making sure the instrument was properly tuned in the process.<br><br>There were few reactions to her presence and to the sounds she produced, which were mostly covered by the racket, except for a few cheers and a few loud calls for her to uncover her chest. Smirking with amusement, the elf dug her hand into a pouch on her belt and threw a handful of its content in the air, which glittered as they floated, before turning into bright butterflies of pure light, fluttering around the room for a short while before disappearing and drawing a few exclamations from the crowd, also silencing it. <br><br>"Now that I have your attention", Sariandi said, "tonight's first tune is a tale from far away, beyond the sea to the east. Hear Amaranthae, the warrior Queen."<br><br>She pinched her lute and began her sung tale as the crowd's noise began anew, however much quieter now as many of the patrons listened in silence. She sang in a light and poppy voice as the rhythm of the song called for.<br><br><div align="center">"<em>Beyond the sea<br>Was a princess<br>Young and carefree<br>Strong and fearless<br>A queen to be<br>Though she confessed<br>Felt less heavy<br>Chainmail than dress<br><br>Pull your bowstring, Amaranthae<br>Follow your heart unswayed<br>Your cause is just<br>Your aim is true<br>Your kingdom lost<br>Will rise anew<br><br>Behind the walls<br>In horror she watched<br>Her kingdom fall<br>To wrath unmatched<br>From her parlor<br>Window she leapt<br>Running she swore<br>The traitor's death<br><br>Pull your bowstring, Amaranthae<br>Follow your heart unswayed<br>Your cause is just<br>Your aim is true<br>Your kingdome lost<br>Will rise anew<br><br>Her Godfather<br>Had seized the throne<br>An unsurper<br>He would be known<br>Queen in exile<br>Mercenary<br>From new allies <br>Came an army<br><br>Her own castle<br>The queen beseiged<br>Her own uncle<br>'s life she abrieged<br>Her rightful wrath<br>Now satisfied<br>Her Kingdom's path<br>Is hers to guide<br><br>Pull your bowstring, Amaranthae<br>Follow your heart unswayed<br>Your cause is just<br>Your aim is true<br>Your kingdom lost<br>Will rise anew<br><br>A peaceful Queen<br>Since she has been<br>But threaten, plot<br>Or betray not<br>A Warrior Queen<br>Such few have seen<br>She was one day<br>Amaranthae</em>"</div>
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