The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((IC between session RP))
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				Title: <strong>The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((IC between session RP))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Benen</strong> on <strong>27-07-2015, 07:21:17</strong>
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				Hello Ladies and gents of the Forelandic Saga.. Welcome to the IC chat.. I shall do my best to give summaries when I can of game sessions if not for the whole session via podcast type situations.. but will need to be working on that recording later.<br><br>Game 1:<br><br>It was a groggy awakening for the members of the band of heroes. Their names not yet known to one another, as the ringing of an unknown bell, unseen, unheard began to toll. As one by one each awoke to find themselves encapsulated in a cage of iron and oak, swinging above the floor. The bars of the cage charged with enough force to make them sit back down, but not enough to hurt themselves. The introductions began as our heros stood and sat in complete and under nudity to one another. <br><br>Aryl found to be a strong high elf wizard of the college. Bharash a brave yet noble dragonborn Warlock looking for his tribe. Zya a petite Wold elf Druid, bent on finding the ones responsible for the death and destruction of her home. Suffering a young tiefling, with little knowledge of the world, but wisdom of it. Tahir a fiery headed Gensai on a mission from his god. And lastly Æra a woman of beautify and grace, whoms origins are even shrouded in mystery from her people.<br><br>As Æra found a makeshift tool, and spotting the locking mechinism for her cage releases it, the party finds her to have wings like that of an angel. And slowly, she undoes the others letting them out of their cages, some hard, others, pleasnt. From this point the party has started to collect in one another as they begin their search for something to defend themselves, both physically, emoptionally and mentally. With great luck and a bit of help from some voices in his head, they find themselves in the armory.<br><br>Now geared with basic arms and armor, our hero's find themselves on the look out for the way out of this hellish place. As they look they happen to stumble into the break area for what looks to be the guards of the establishment. After a brief battle, and keeping one alive, if just barely, Arly, Æra, and Zya&nbsp; stumble upon a small cache of treasure, while Bharash interrogates the nearly dead guard, which he learns not only the way out, but the name of this place. The Loatminster Solitude.<br><br>With new toys in hand, the party continues to look for the way out, only to stumble upon the entrance to the processing room, to find the four main guards in the process of trying to rape what seems like a defenseless drow, with quick hast, the party dispatches the rapists, and free the drow, and gather the remainder of their gear which was on them when they arrived. They come to find the drow has been a prisoner here for nearly a month, her name is Janquiri, and the men they killed had been raping her for the entire time she was in the prison. Dealing with minor battle wounds, some of which self inflicted. The party gathers what they need.<br><br>But more is found, the stairs leading up and out of the dungeon. Soon the party finds themselves wondering through an empty court room, and criminal holding area, so decayed from the centuries of disuse, the wood rotted at every turn. But it is here that the party uncovers more treasure to and a few items of wonder, that they don't know what to do with themselves. As they explore more, edging closer to their freedom, they find a map of the local areea with in a office at the edge of a hall. But once more they find what they were looking for, escape.<br><br>With a rush of joy the party leaves only to be face to face with the man whom captured them all, and with great prejudice, slaughter the man. Claiming his cart and horses for travel. Only to find the setting of the sun, with no moons, and the glow of a blue figure, who tells them of the prophecy. With an expansion and a symbol to bind them all as members of this most ancient of causes the party now heads out into a barren wastes to find others of the mark, and to bring forth the conclusion of the prophecy.<br><br><br>begin with the between game shenanigans. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((IC between session RP))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>27-07-2015, 07:26:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/453455/6e8d8f958b7f1842b43926e49b827d6b.jpg)</div><br>Aryl is rarely very difficult to find.&nbsp; When he has some free time, it's not uncommon for him to open up his spellbook and check through his various notes in preparation to figure out another spell.&nbsp; When preparing spells, he's completely focused and all but oblivious to the world, but at the moment, he's glancing around thoughtfully, shaking his quill to remove bits of undried ink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((IC between session RP))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>27-07-2015, 07:30:54</strong>
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				Some time after he has some time to verify the information that he was given, and finding it to be correct--and really fun, to boot--and some time during the sex marathon that the Dragonborn and druid are having, Suffering would approach the Drow. He would lift the hood off his robe, which is something he seems to be undecided about; some times he's got it down around them, some times he has it up.<br><br>He's used to hiding himself. Of course, the group has already just shared a hell of a lot with each other, so maybe he shouldn't be having the hood down at all. But suddenly, the rambling thoughts lead to actual speech. "What are you?" <br><br>Three simple words. And yet, there is so much to be said about them; and about how they are said. It is full of innocence. In fact, Suffering, for all his social awkwardness, has a pretty remarkable ability to communicate so much through tone alone; and he may not even realize that that is what he is doing. For now, though, everything about him, from that tone, to his body language, actually is enough to hint at the fact that he seems to have a certain naivety towards the world. In some ways, it is almost child-like, even if nothing else about him seems childish. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((IC between session RP))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vampricprincessty</strong> on <strong>27-07-2015, 07:46:58</strong>
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				Janquiri watched the others from were she was sitting, making sure to be not too close to them. It was nice of them to free her but even so, she didn't fully trust them yet. The better bet was to just watch them for a bit. Not to mention the sounds of sex her ears were picking up. It made her wonder if they all had known even other long even if her stomach curled at the sounds. <br><br>Her blue glaze watched as the male came her way. He had gave her clothes.... She blinked at him in confusion. Has he never seen one of her kind? She decided just to answer him. "Drow. What are you?" 
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				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>27-07-2015, 08:00:29</strong>
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				"Drow?" He blinked several times, the name apparently having no meaning to him. She had pointy ears; several party members did, and he recognized elf. He knew a bit about the surface races; the books at the monastery he laired in had some books on physiology and races, but only the most common of the surface dwelling ones. Drow, needless to say, would not have been in any of them. He did not quite understand if her skin coloration marked her as something special. At least with his own race, he knew from his parents--firsthand and from their stories--that they had a wide variety of shapes and sizes, and that certain ones were called certain things. <br><br>Really, he had so little grasp on the outside world; and now that he has been so callously shoved out into it, he saw a need to try and understand what was out here. He doubted he would be able to return to his simple life in the abandoned monastery. <br><br>"I'm a Tiefling. Apparently from a Pit Fiend," he answered. She'd be able to see the small horns jutting out from above his eyebrows; they're maybe an inch long, and curl backwards. What she does not see, thanks to the robe--although maybe she saw it when he was naked with the druid--is the thin, short, whip-like tail he had.&nbsp; Just a stubby little thing. Although he looked Caucasian, there was a certain ruddy quality to his skin all over; kind of like a 'drunk blush', but all over, not just his face, and he definitely wasn't drunk right now. All in all, he must be very distant from that Pit Fiend ancestor. Probably a good thing, for all of them.<br><br>"Would you tell me about yourself? I will tell you about me, too." His phrasing might be awkward, but he seemed eager to gain understanding of the others; and maybe he sensed that she, too, was seeking the same. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((IC between session RP))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vampricprincessty</strong> on <strong>27-07-2015, 08:16:53</strong>
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				Now he only seem to look more confused by her statement. That must mean he has never seen one of them. Some thing she could understand. However, looking him over, she did take notice to the horns but had not seen his tail. She had been trying to stay a distance from the other and the sex going on. His answer went with where her thoughts were headed. <br><br>"It would depend on what you want to know, tiefling." She relaxed slightly for some reason. His voice carried this innocence that reminded her of children. It only made her wonder more about the tiefling but he was willing to share about himself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((IC between session RP))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>27-07-2015, 08:30:48</strong>
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				"Whatever you are comfortable speaking. I see your suffering, even if I do not know it..." Maybe a bit cryptic, but ever since waking up in the cage, he's been forced to actually speak to others; something he has done, in the past ten years, a number of times that could be counted on a single hand. "Suffering is the name I have chosen, not the one given to me by my parents. My people some times take on such names; a word that describes us, or reminds us of something important. Something to strive for. I see what I am, wherever I look," he spoke a bit more solemnly; and quietly, too. <br><br>In time he would talk to them all, understand them better; allow them to understand him better. But it was her suffering that made him come to her. The suffering those men had inflicted upon her made him want to reach out to her, help soothe that suffering. But to do that, he needed to know it... and perhaps, by sharing his own suffering, she would be willing to share hers. "When I was a child, my parents were stoned to death by fearful humans. They blamed us for things beyond our control. I ran, and yet, I saw. That night, I ran until my body gave out," the pain he still felt seemed to pulse through his words; this was one wound that time had never healed.<br><br>"I collapsed near a monastery. By the time day dawned, I was awake, and able to explore. It was empty. Weeds grown over the garden plots. Blood so old it had turned black, along the walls, along the floor. Shattered skeletons. There had been much suffering there, too. I found some place safe there, though. Nobody in my village knew of this place; nobody talked of it. And one section of it was untouched by suffering."<br><br>"For ten years, I have lived there. Had. I read their books. I foraged, and found seeds to grow vegetables. Healing herbs.&nbsp; The monastery had seeds, and some of them still had life in them. I lived there, alone," he paused, now, to drink some water; perhaps unaware that the tattoo would nourish him, or perhaps out of some sort of habit. "I decided that when I was ready, I would enter the world outside. I would find suffering, and I would find a way to fix it." He grew silent, watched her to see how she would react.<br><br>Had he gone too far? Said too much? Or perhaps not enough... he didn't know. But, soon, he imagined, he would find out. 
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				Post by: <strong>Vampricprincessty</strong> on <strong>27-07-2015, 17:35:14</strong>
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				He saw her suffering and that was his name? She crossed her arms under her chest as she listened to his story. Tieflings were something she knew about only because of her travels. She is not surprised that happened to him but that had to be horrible for him to play witness to. However, she didn't expect him tell his story either. She didn't tell many her past. It was not a place that she liked to visit even if that's all that has been happening to her for a solid month. Her past coming back to haunt her. <br><br>She began to shake from her seated position. That innocence of his was nice but there was no way to fix this or anything that happened before. This would stay with her. She looked away from him and sighed. A brief overview would be alright. "I was sold into slavery for disobeying my parents. Lived as a sex slave. Killed my master and escaped. Became a soldier. The end..." She looked over to him and then away. 
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				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>27-07-2015, 20:10:06</strong>
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				Maybe fix wasn't the right word. He used it, but he was still getting used to the whole actually speaking thing. For now, he paid attention to what she had to say.<br><br>"I won't let it happen again," Yes, just like that. Maybe she'd laugh at him, but there seemed to be an odd mix between that sort of sweet, childishness that might lead him to think he can be some sort of hero... but that's not it at all. There's something else there, too. He knew it wouldn't be so simple as saying a few words, and having good intentions.&nbsp; There was enthusiasm there, a certain kind of passion.<br><br>He was Suffering. As much as he could help it, he wanted to ensure that no one else ended up bearing that name, in the way he was burdened by his.&nbsp; And he knew that to accomplish that, things needed to happen. Things like bashing a rapist in the head so hard it made him crumple. Action, not words. "If there's ever anything I can do to help you, please, let me know." He added in, before casting a glance around, curious if the others were listening in or too distracted by the ongoing sexcapades of the Dragonborn and the Druid.
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				Post by: <strong>Mirberry</strong> on <strong>28-07-2015, 02:07:12</strong>
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				(4 hours later) Zyaias had never in her life experienced the kind of sexual enlightenment that she'd just felt with Bharash. The man? Dragon? How should she name him? He was simply amazing. It wasn't all tender touches and barely making contact before it was over like all the boys she'd had before. And that's what they'd been, boys, silly blundering boys with no knowledge of a woman's body. She knew this now. There simply could not have been any men in her life before Bharash. <br><br>Everything felt so right with the world, even with the prophecy and the telling of the end of days and blah blah... Zyaias was, well, content.. Good sex and all. The world seemed to be just as it needed to be at the moment. As she stood up to walk around the wagon she swayed a little, bracing against the wagon she smiles... REALLY good sex. She leaned against the wagon and just smiled to herself, what would mother think of her now... <br>She'd broken out of a prison, had sex with two beings that were not elves (the shame), had killed a man with a fireball to the genitalia and healed a man with a soft caress to his. This was obviously the beginning of something great, and Zya, well, she was looking forward to continuing this journey. 
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				Post by: <strong>Hades</strong> on <strong>28-07-2015, 04:40:21</strong>
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				Following behind Zyaias as she made her way to the caravan wagon on slightly wobbly footing, the dragonborn lips curled slightly with a satisfied smirk as he adjusted the ties of his leather armor.&nbsp; Of course, the fact that he could watch her walking ahead of him certainly may have contributed something to that smirk, as he took the opportunity to admire the view for as long as he could.&nbsp; He had to admit, he was impressed with the elf woman.&nbsp; The stories he had heard of elves had described them as being fragile, frail little creatures that were like glass baubles - pretty to look at, but easy to shatter.<br><br>But this elf at least broke that mold, and quite deliciously he might add.&nbsp; Four hours they had indulged in every passion and pleasure their minds could create together.&nbsp; Tender and rough, slow and furious, his stamina was pushed further than it had been by anyone before.&nbsp; At first he thought it simply the sense of freedom at having escaped their prison and defeating the man responsible for their captivity, but then the first hour gave way to the second, and then the third and by the forth most conscious thought had fled his mind at that point.&nbsp; Whatever the reasoning, there was some sense of a connection he felt with the druid, something words couldn't explain even if he were to try.&nbsp; And so neither he nor the voices in his mind tried to explain why and simply accepted that it was.<br><br>Walking behind her as she leaned against the wagon, his large hand rested on her shoulder and gave it a warm and tender squeeze as he moved over to a position to retrieve a portion of the water from the wagon and downed it within a few deep drinks.&nbsp; He should be tired, barely able to muster the energy to remain vertical at this point.&nbsp; But instead he felt more alive and energized than he could remember at any point of his (relatively) short life.&nbsp; Even with the threat of prophecy hanging over their heads could not diminish his mood as he offered the remaining water to Zyaias with that same satisfied smirk on his lips.
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				Post by: <strong>Mirberry</strong> on <strong>28-07-2015, 04:57:55</strong>
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				Zyaias watched the dragon born walk towards her, he had the most amazing swagger... or maybe that was just the last four hours working on him too. as he leaned around her, she slipped an arm around his back, loving how his scales felt against the palm of her hand. She takes the water he offers and drinks deeply.<br><br>Upon seeing that satisfied smirk she grins. kisses his cheek lightly and turns to walk away, embellishing her natural hip swaying just a bit, knowing he'd be staring at her ass. <br><br>As she rounds the wagon with a grin still on her face the first person she see's is Aera. She's never seen a creature such as Aera and her natural lust for knowledge kicks and and she simply has to get to know this beautiful angel, for she could be nothing less, better. <br><br>Zyaias walk up beside Aera,<br><br>"Hey, thanks for releasing me from my cell, I'd have gone stark mad in there had you left me."
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				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>28-07-2015, 07:45:57</strong>
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				Aryl wasn't unapproachable, but he didn't tend to have an awful lot to say.&nbsp; Instead, he simply listened, learning a great deal about his new companions through their words.&nbsp; Certainly he heard what was going on between the druid and the Dragonborn, and picked up on the chat between the drow and tiefling, but saw little need to interrupt either.<br><br>Only when people had more or less congregated back together did he finally speak.&nbsp; "We should come up with some sort of plan for our next action," he said.&nbsp; "Should we just get to wandering, or attempt to fortify this location?"<br><br>He was never all that talented at small talk, and rarely had a great deal of questions for anyone.&nbsp; Of course, spending serious amounts of time in libraries developed one's ability to stay silent for lengthy periods of time without issue.
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				Post by: <strong>Hades</strong> on <strong>28-07-2015, 09:01:36</strong>
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				Some of the tips of the scales rise and fall under her palm, the muscles beneath rippling slightly before her hand fell away.&nbsp; He crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned his left shoulder against the caravan wagon, watching the exaggerated swaying of her hips with an approving growl coming from his throat before his attention is focused on the male elf speaking up.<br><br>"Staying here is not an option.&nbsp; Besides the fact that we're surrounded by wasteland as far as the eyes can see, the fact that those guards and officers are missing is likely to be noticed in short order.&nbsp; If we're lucky they already sent out their reports and we'll have enough time to get far enough away that our trail won't be noticed.&nbsp; But we seem to have a couple of days worth of rations courtesy of our friendly slave-master, so I say we pick a direction and pray the gods are not feeling particularly dick-ish if we pick the wrong way."<br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>28-07-2015, 18:34:34</strong>
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				He turned his attention away from the Drow briefly, as he heard the male elf actually speak. The tiefling hmm'd quietly. "I don't think this is a good place to stay. Like the Dragonborn says. If I had a map, I could show you where I stayed... it's in ruins, but it could be repaired if we had the right resources.&nbsp; And made stronger. Nobody would look for us there. For ten years, not a single soul passed by it... and there's a village not even a day's travel away from it. Nobody knows about it. It even has a garden and plenty of seeds, so we can grow our own food... lots of wilderness around, animals to hunt, roots and berries to forage. Near a river, too, so fishing," He sort of rambled a bit about it, and he was noticeably excited about the idea of going back to his home.<br><br>Of course, the fact that he would actually invite them to stay with him there seemed to show how much trust he was extending to them.&nbsp; Was that the right decision to make? Maybe... time would tell. But either way, they all seemed to be in this together. 
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				Post by: <strong>Vampricprincessty</strong> on <strong>28-07-2015, 19:02:17</strong>
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				Janquiri couldn't help but chuckle a little at the tielfling. The boy had heart that counted for something. "That's kind of you but I am not some weak woman. I'll be fine. This was just a minor setback." She chuckled again at the thought behind his words. There were not many that knew of her past. In fact it was only one before them seeing her like that. Sure, they all didn't know but guess it didn't matter now. She looked at the white ink on her skin before looking over to the male who spoke up. She listened to the others before speaking up herself. "I believe we should just try and get the next closest village. Hoping that there actually is one in all the burden nothingness." 
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				Post by: <strong>Mirberry</strong> on <strong>29-07-2015, 01:15:45</strong>
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				Zya looked at the High Elf as he spoke, wondering to herself why he would actually want to stay here, in the middle of all this depressing wasteland.<br><br>"I agree with the others, there is no reason to stay here, we should move along. Find someplace closer to a forest, someplace much more welcoming than this abandoned prison in the middle of this nothingness. It really makes me rather uncomfortable." She said the last with a slight shudder. This area wasn't right. She really didn't like it here.
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				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-08-2015, 05:47:33</strong>
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				During the down time after slaying the Kuo-toa, Suffering would approach Zya. "You know, a thought occurred to me," He said, seeming to be a bit uncharacteristic of himself. "If you wanted to have sex more often, but don't want to worry about pregnancies in our travels, I do recall reading a recipe for an herbal preventative during my time at the monastery. We could see if the herbs are for sale here, and I could make some, if you would like," he said, seeming almost jittery; really not usually his thing.<br><br>Also, he totally now has that bitchin' metal quarterstaff that he has yet to tell anybody about. In fact, he's kind of been weird all day; instead of his usual quiet self, he's been pretty chatty. With the party, with other random people. In fact, he has been complimenting every single individual he comes across. Who knows, maybe he is just trying too hard to be normal and social; all those years of solitary confinement to the monastery has left him socially awkward, after all. 
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				Post by: <strong>Mirberry</strong> on <strong>03-08-2015, 06:05:09</strong>
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				As Suffering approached her, Zya just stared for a moment... she hadn't seen him without his hood on since they'd escaped the prison. It simply wasn't what she was used to, nor was the out-going demeanor he'd been showing all day, she was concerned that he'd caught something in the town.&nbsp; <br><br>Zyaias blushed as soon as he said "if you'd like to have sex more." Her parents would be so ashamed to find out that was how she was viewed by people she considered her friends, but the idea that she wouldn't have to worry about conceiving a child with Bharash so soon was appealing. <br><br>"I too know of some preventative herbs that can be used, I was considering looking myself, but yes I shall accompany you to the shops to see what they have." As she finished her sentence she looked a little closer, he no longer had the wooden staff that she'd given him. 'hmm,' she thought to herself. 'that looks, well, much more dangerous.'<br><br>As they traveled around the town searching through the shops for the herbs they'd need, Zya noticed that Suffering was very open with everyone, talking, complimenting, and carrying on conversations. It was just odd for him, he was shy with the small group of travelers they were with. He never talked to other people. It was just odd. 
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				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-08-2015, 06:17:26</strong>
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				He would follow along with her, and while the staff itself may not be making him uncomfortably energetic, that's how he felt. He actually takes the time, as they are walking, to twirl the staff around his body,&nbsp; careful to ensure neither the Druid nor any bystanders would be in the end of the decidedly lethal looking metal weapon. He was able to cave in the Shaman's head like a rotten melon.&nbsp; The fact it seems so light, while he has shown himself to be about average in physical strength, might be an indicator of its magical nature; he had used it so fluidly in the fight, too.<br><br>"It's good to know these things.&nbsp; Maybe we can trade information some time... I don't have the books to reference, but I'd like to think I've soaked up a good portion of what I did read," he continued to chatter with her, interjecting to complimenting some random persons nice looking, newly shined boots.&nbsp; Suffering, for his part, does not seem to notice--or understand--when some people give him the strange looks; either because of the compliments, the little pair of horns on his head, or perhaps both.<br><br>"I wonder about its origins," He'd suddenly say aloud, tapping the staff several times quite rapidly on the ground, to indicate he was talking about this particular object. "I got it from a nice fellow, you know, for a really good price. I think. I am still a little confused by all the shiny circles," by which he meant coins. Now, that was nothing new; he did some times use a similar, but wrong, word to describe what he was actually talking about; like back in the dungeon, the 'door-pull' instead of 'doorknob'. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((IC between session RP))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mirberry</strong> on <strong>03-08-2015, 06:29:10</strong>
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				Zya laughs kindheartedly at the discrepancies in Suffering's speech, she finds it adorable. He was so sweet. <br><br>"Coins, sweety, those are coins." She laughs again. "But yes, we can share knowledge about what we know." <br><br>They didn't seem to be finding anything as they searched most of the day, but it was a fairly large town and Zyaias was hopeful.&nbsp; they would find what they needed!<br><br>"So what did the 'nice man' tell you this staff did?" Zya's was starting to think it might be the staff making Suffering act as he was acting... it seemed that he seemed overly attached to it. She was concerned for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((IC between session RP))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-08-2015, 06:44:59</strong>
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				"I actually didn't talk to him overly much about the staff itself. I had a lot of other thoughts on my mind.&nbsp; It's tough being back in civilization, you know? I think you know, being a Druid." And again came the interruption, this time politely complimenting a rather well-endowed lady on how the dress she wore complimented her figure. She seems a little more pissy about this than some others have been, which made Suffering seem a bit confused.<br><br>"I know it definitely has strong magical properties. I feel far more agile than before.&nbsp; I think I need more time with it to figure it out," he was quiet for a single moment, before offering another string of words. "Remember the pretty lady and the prophecy? The talk of fate and such? I am left with the impression that this staff has something very important to me. I just need to decipher it." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((IC between session RP))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Benen</strong> on <strong>03-08-2015, 22:02:48</strong>
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				reserved game two summary
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((IC between session RP))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mirberry</strong> on <strong>04-08-2015, 06:31:54</strong>
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				Zya considers this for a moment. <br>"I actually spent more time in a druidic community than I did communing with nature. I was only alone for two years, just starting my training when I was taken to the prison. But yes, being alone for long periods of times does tend to put dampers on your social skills." She smiled at Suffering as they ducked into yet another herb shop. "Are you sure you know what you're looking for? It doesn't seem like we're finding anything for what we need." <br><br>Zya couldn't recall the herbs needed for a contraceptive, she'd never paid much attention when her herbologist had been going over that. She really wished she'd known she'd end up wanting to put these things to good use when she was a little girl. She surely would have paid more attention. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((IC between session RP))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>04-08-2015, 07:51:30</strong>
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				"I remember reading it a while back. Different herbs, and proportions... I just need to focus and recall it. It'd be easier if I actually had access to the library," but after puzzling over the map for a while, it seems that he would not be seeing the beloved ruined monastery for quite some time. He sighed a bit. On the other hand, though, now he had the opportunity to get his thoughts out there, as both actions and words. <br><br>And maybe, now, he would also find out something about his heritage. It had never been something he thought much upon; but after having it revealed to him that his ancestor was a Pit Fiend, his curiosity was aroused. <br><br>"You know, even after that encounter at the gates, it seems like we're really doing well for ourselves.&nbsp; Maybe we should buy up other herbs as well? We could spend some time brewing up some treatments, keep them on hand for when they're needed. I mean, we all know this adventure isn't going to be ending any time soon." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((IC between session RP))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Benen</strong> on <strong>05-08-2015, 08:58:25</strong>
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				<strong>GM</strong>: The town had many shops, most just farmers and the like. but a few goods for the port. Looking about town, you find that there is one person who would have the herbs and medicinal needed for anything you needed. Lady Brunhilda, who lived a few miles north of town. a cunning alchemist and a low order member of the college of mages. known for possible black magic, but a kind old lady. there you might be able to find the wants and needs to your hearts content.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((IC between session RP))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>31-08-2015, 06:39:59</strong>
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				He got Janquiri to settle down enough to follow him up to the room that he, she, and Tahir (If I remember correctly) would be sharing for the day and night. He made sure she went up first, because he was genuinely concerned that she might sneak back down if he went first.<br><br>Once the door was unlocked and opened, and they were inside, he shut it. He sat down on the edge of one of the beds, and placed his staff to the side, leaning it against the wall. He looked to her, making eye contact if she was comfortable with it; if not, he would just look in her direction.&nbsp; He was not sure if eye contact would be upsetting for her, but he was concerned for her, and did not want to make her suffer any more than she already was.<br><br>Consequently, when he speaks, he is quite a bit calmer about it; not as firm as he was downstairs, when he stopped her from taking vengeance against her father. "I can understand that that man has wronged you; as have many men. Because of people, you have suffered greatly. It makes sense to me, that you would in turn want to make them suffer. That is the tendency of this world. If you believe it is the correct action to take, I will not stop you. What I will say, however, is that there is a time and a place for everything, and that now is neither the time, nor the place."<br><br>"If you had killed that man down in the bar, you would have met your death as well. We would have met our deaths, or at the very least arrests, for being associated with you. I can understand your feelings, at least to some degree... I still have nightmares about the night my family was killed, and still find myself wanting to subject those humans to death by stoning, for them to understand the pain they have created. I can not forgive them... I do not know if I ever will."<br><br>There was a pause, but only so that he could breathe. "I am not going to ask you to forgive him. Forgiveness is something that only that who must receive it, can ask for, and its price must be paid in full before forgiveness can be given. That is how I see things, at any rate. And if that man will not seek absolution for his crimes, then I acknowledge that killing him may be the best, because in doing so, we may spare others suffering. But <strong>when</strong> we strike, <strong>where</strong> we strike,<strong> how</strong> we strike, <span class="bbc_u"><strong>if</strong></span> we strike... these things must be planned accordingly. We must be certain of our actions, our reasons. If we act blindly, we will only create more suffering in this world, and there is already far too much of that."<br><br>"I hope you understand what I am saying. I will not ask you to agree with me, because in the end, <em>we will all hang from a rope of our own making</em>. All that I ask is you take a moment's time to consider what I have said." And with this, he would become quiet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((IC between session RP))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vampricprincessty</strong> on <strong>31-08-2015, 20:10:34</strong>
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				There was nothing really calm about the Drow right now. She was nervous about being back in the place. The place that held her captive until she managed to escape. She didn't need anyone to recongize her. After all, she did kill her master and escape from this hell hole. Those thoughts made her twitchy. Not to mention that she saw her father. He was just there living it up. She hated him and her mother. They were better off dead than alive. <br><br>She moved into the room and paced the floor. Anger was still rolling off her in waves but Suffering was right. If she had kill him, a noble, that would mean trouble for the people she had come to value as friends or at least comrades in battle. Then they might only kill her. However, it was better she not chance it and listen to the Tiefling. However, her pacing didn't stop until after he finished speaking. She paused and looked over at the Suffering. Then she moved to another bed and sat down. <br><br>"Seeing him made something inside of me snap. I want him dead... I hate them." She paused and knew she was going to have to explain this again to the others but... might as well get some of this off her before she tries to run back down to that bar and do something stupid. "That....<em>noble</em> and his wife sold their only daughter into slavery. Do you know what a slave is?" <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((IC between session RP))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mirberry</strong> on <strong>01-09-2015, 03:42:10</strong>
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				Zyaiasvanna,&nbsp; playing with her new pretty necklace,&nbsp; took Bharash's hand,&nbsp; walking back through the city and couldn't help but smile.&nbsp; She'd found something here she'd never thought to look for. It was very close to the feeling she'd had when she'd found her place among the druids,&nbsp; it just felt right. <br>"Bharash? Why don't we try out those new wings, darling.&nbsp; It smells like rain,&nbsp; and I'm sure we could find someplace private to enjoy the rainfall." she&nbsp; smiled up at him,&nbsp; trailing her lips over his shoulder. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((IC between session RP))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>01-09-2015, 04:11:33</strong>
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				"It's not something I have been exposed to, but I think I have deduced it from various bits and pieces of information I've picked up along the way. A slave is basically someone that is forced into servitude against their will, right? Stripped of rights, treated as little more than a property investment, and sometimes, not even properly taken care of... which seems absurd to me, but I guess people really can be idiotic at times." It stood to reason that one would take care of one's property relatively well, because otherwise, it would quickly become devalued. But perhaps, with such an apparently bustling slave trade in the empire... maybe lives really were that cheap.<br><br>The idea profoundly bothered him.&nbsp; But then, his thoughts started drifting off in other directions. He sighed, and took the hood down from his face. "I will stay with you while we are here. I will not allow you to be put into slavery again. I am certain the others are with me on this. If you would like to, I may play the role of your owner, and in this way, I can keep undue attention from falling upon you. I understand that for you, however, that might further your suffering. I can fetch some spare clothes, or a new robe, if you'll stay up here, for you. Then, we can better hide your identity. What do you think?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((IC between session RP))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hades</strong> on <strong>01-09-2015, 04:24:16</strong>
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				It felt odd to be walking through the city streets without the familiar weight of his armor, though the slight tingling against his wrists from the bracers that had cost a sizable portion of his&nbsp; share of the party's supply of coinage did make up for that somewhat.&nbsp; It would also be useful now that he could wear ordinary clothing and have more freedom of movement when enemies were present.&nbsp; And the fact that he was able to buy something pretty for his mate was simply icing on the cake in his mind.<br><br>Smiling as she took his hand as they exited the blacksmithy, he walked behind her along the streets and ignoring the occasional view that came from others.&nbsp; An elf and dragonborn were not a common pairing he supposed, but he didn't spare it a second thought.&nbsp; Particularly since he was too busy admiring the view of the druid's ass as they walked and the sound of thunder rumbled in the distance to herald the approaching storm and tsunami that had them trapped in the city in the first place reached his ears.<br><br>Grinning as he gave a low rumbling growl in his throat as her lips lightly brushed as his arms around her waist and his wings unfurl.&nbsp; "I think I know just the place for us to avoid any sort of interruptions, and enjoy the full show of the storm.&nbsp; Hold tightly my love."&nbsp; <br><br>And with very little warning, his arms wrap around the druid's waist to pull her snugly against his chest as the leathery wings beat against gravity and lifted them off the ground.&nbsp; He may not have the grace and agility that the rogue or even the paladin, but what he had was a dragon's raw strength to resist the strengthening gusts as he carried them aloft until they settled on the roof of one of the buildings at the tallest tier of the city.&nbsp; With a surprising about of precision, Bharash set them down in the center of the roof as they have a clear and unobstructed view of the harbor and approaching storm, just as the first heavy drops of rain began to fall upon them. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((IC between session RP))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mirberry</strong> on <strong>01-09-2015, 04:53:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zya wrapped her arms around his neck as he took off,&nbsp; blushing fiercely at the term "my love." Zya pressed her lips against his neck to hide the blush from him, admiring the view as he flew them up to the top of the city. <br>As they set down,&nbsp; she looked out over the harbor and smiled.&nbsp; Bharash certainly had found the perfect spot to enjoy the storm. She stood, she knew this would be the only chance she's have to worship the storm God's in a long time so she would take it.&nbsp; Then she would take the night with her lover. <br><br>Zyaiasvanna,&nbsp; skyclad, danced with the rhythm of the storm,&nbsp; hands up,&nbsp; reveling in the rain running in rivulets down her bare skin glowing pale in soft light shining up from the city below. It had&nbsp; been so long since she'd felt so in tune with nature,&nbsp; so free and true and pure. She started singing in druidic,&nbsp; singing of the beauty of the storms,&nbsp; and how fierce nature was.&nbsp; Singing of the rains that would wash away and make pure again. Dancing to appease the gods,&nbsp; singing to make them hear,&nbsp; a glow of druidic power surrounding her. <br>She turned and beckoned Bharash to join her in this spiritual dance to the storms,&nbsp; her eyes glowing a pale green. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((IC between session RP))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hades</strong> on <strong>01-09-2015, 06:51:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sitting on the edge of the building, arms behind him slightly as he braced himself, Bharash watched as she removed her armor and then the rest of her garments as the rain began to come faster and heavier now.&nbsp; The droplets were cooling to the touch, though the first few that landed on his scales had hissed as they nearly turned to steam from the heat of his skin.&nbsp; Ever since drinking that gnomish potion, his draconic ancestry had been brought more to the forefront and that included the increased body temperature as the fire in his veins burned more fiercely.<br><br>The grin that had formed when he watched her undress only grew as he watched her perform her ritual to the storm gods.&nbsp; He didn't understand what she was saying but he didn't need to feel the passion and energy in her songs.&nbsp; And the swaying of her hips and body as the rain fell off and left her with a soft sheen as her hair framed her face was just an added bonus as he ignored the rain soaking through his clothes.&nbsp; And when she extended her hand towards him, there was no hesitation to slip out of the soaked garments to be just as bare before the storm as the druid before taking the few steps separating them to wrap his arms around her thin waist and pulling her shimmering body to his.&nbsp; He may not be a druid, but he would cause a storm of a different sort.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((IC between session RP))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vampricprincessty</strong> on <strong>01-09-2015, 16:11:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				That's kind of you Suffering but I won't be made a slave again. I'll die first." She stated simply. It was true that she would if she was recognized by anyone. Sighing, she looked over to the Tiefling and grinned. "I would like a cloak for myself. That would make things easier." Even if she was stuck back in this city... A drink would help her nerves. Until she had a better way to hide herself though, she was going to have to stay up here. "Suffering... You think you can ask Tahir to bring me a drink? I'll go mad without having one." She grinned but knew that drinking would at least make her a little less angry. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((IC between session RP))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>01-09-2015, 19:13:38</strong>
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				"I understand," he said as he nodded his head. Then, he frowned a bit. "Hmm. I wonder where Bharash went? He's carrying all the money," he sighed. Getting a cloak without money would not exactly be possible for the tiefling. "Well, I think we're about the same frame. I do have clothes on underneath the robes. You could wear the robe, and that should hide you well enough, since it's kept people from noticing I'm a tiefling. But I don't know if it'd fit over the armor or not." And it would also mean he'd be left exposed as a tiefling.<br><br>He was not entirely comfortable with that last idea, but he figured he would be in less danger than she would be.&nbsp; "Or I could go and try to track the dragonborn down. Shouldn't be too hard, right? Just don't know how long that would take.&nbsp; Or if we had a spare tunic, we could make an impromptu turban to cover your face..." He looked contemplative, apparently trying to think up a few more alternatives. Maybe the next time they discover some shiny coins or gems, he'll hold onto a few of them himself, just in case something like this pops up again. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((IC between session RP))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vampricprincessty</strong> on <strong>03-09-2015, 01:43:16</strong>
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				She couldn't help but smile a little. The Drow didn't smile too often but the Tielfling was a very kind sort. It was rare for her to see him without his cloak. It was something she could understand. Most didn't like what he was so covering it up was just easier. "No, I would not take your cloak. If we cannot find me one, then I will have to do my best to keep calm." <br>That was something she was sure she could do but not well if she had to see that mans face again. Then something came to mind. If her father was here, where was her mother? After all, considering their culture, she had to be the one that agreed with him to sell her. Her power had to be greater than her fathers'. <br><br>"If you can't find the Bharash, leave him be. I'm sure he will be busy soon enough." She was not comfortable here and having a cloak would help but there is no telling who noticed her little outburst in the bar. Sticking close to her comrades was going to have to be a must. They could at least keep her from getting herself killed if she moved to attack anyone. Then again, they may just have to take her swords until they left, just to be safe. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((IC between session RP))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-09-2015, 02:15:50</strong>
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				Especially now that his personality wasn't changing every damn day at dawn, yeah, he was a pretty kind sort. He hmm'd quietly to himself. "Alright. I would like to go, and do some looking around, to find you a good cloak. Would you rather stay up here? Or would you rather come with me, and stay with me? I promise you, I will not allow anything bad to happen to you.&nbsp; But, I need to make sure you will be safe if I leave, as well."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((IC between session RP))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vampricprincessty</strong> on <strong>03-09-2015, 20:05:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It didn't take her long to think it over. This would be a very easy choice actually. "You go. I'll be fine here. I can handle myself." There was no point in leaving the room without a way to conceal herself. This would be the best place for her right now. Shouldn't anyone but her comrades come back to this room so there was no need to worry either. She would still lock the door if she could though. No reason to make it easy for anyone else. They could try and come up here to see if this group would like them use their slave or worse they find her here alone and try that. Then there would be a dead body to get rid off. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((IC between session RP))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Benen</strong> on <strong>05-09-2015, 11:04:14</strong>
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				Eaon, walked slowly, almost numbly from the keep. the words of Gregory still on his mind. '1000 years of torture, and more so by the hands of him, you best be careful my old friend, else you tremble and fall.' There was something that nearly shook his resolve, the thought that he, an angel of the old world, son to a great leader of celestia, and more then likely a captain in his own right to many things, made a deal for a woman, whom no longer existed. Though her soul, and her appearance may have been reborn in Aera, the woman he loved, the woman he called his wife, was gone forever. slowly he let this sink in as he walked. he could feel the aura of Aera near him, though she did keep a fair bit of distance between them, he knew she was still near him, and he felt glad at that. while he could not say that he did not feel something for her, a sense of companionship, he was nothing if not loyal.. even if it was to a fault. <br><br>But there was something that came to his mind, something that needed to be done, and with out many others knowing too much. he may be a warrior of the gods, a seeker of truth, but certain.. evils would need to be enacted upon to better the world as a whole. he knew of one man who could help him, and while it would take a small bit of time from the parties continuance, there was something that needed to be done, and done before they left Radighast, something that to all whom might see it would find it evil, to do, but the truth behind the matter, for the world to be saved, his devotion to his god, and the truth of his actions, they were just.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((IC between session RP))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mirberry</strong> on <strong>06-09-2015, 06:19:58</strong>
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				Sighing contentedly on the roof, staring out at one storm raging over the bay, feeling the other storm raging inside her, she laid her head on Bharash's shoulder, enjoying the heat of his scales against her rain chilled skin. It was no four hour session, but it had been amazing. She loved him. her Dragonborn. Pressing her lips against his neck just below his ear, she whispered "I love you, my sweet dragon" and smiled. She knew with all of her faith that she loved him. <br><br>What she'd gained from her dance with the storm gods was that this storm wasn't going to subside anytime soon, so she was going to enjoy it. She watched the lightning over the bay, and smiled. Nature at it's most fierce. This was what she could share with Bharash. This is what she would share with Bharash. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((IC between session RP))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hades</strong> on <strong>06-09-2015, 08:17:55</strong>
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				The storm they created together had been shorted than the first time together, but then he suspected that such marathons would be the exceptions rather than the norms.&nbsp; But it was never about the length of time they spent together, but how much emotion and energy they put into that time.&nbsp; And in that regards, the storm around them was a pale and distant second to the pair.<br><br>Laying where he could watch the storm over the harbor, his left hand reached up brush the large fingers through her rain-soaked hair gently and carefully, avoiding tangling his claws in the pale mane.&nbsp; He had never understood the fascination with hair from other species but now that he's had the opportunity to play with Zya's he was a convert and always looking for an opportunity to run his fingers through his elf's hair.&nbsp; <br><br>There was a smirk on his lips thinking about the unexpected journey that brought them to this point.&nbsp; From finding each other imprisoned and nude in an old tower to the first wild night together and many nights since to laying here in a storm heedless of the heavy droplets falling from the sky, the gods had certainly laid a twisted path that no one would have ever suspected.&nbsp; Inevitably they would have to leave and rejoin the others and continue on their journey, but for now he was content to remain here for a few more hours still, listening to the voice of the storm before heading down and dealing with the noble that had upset their fighter so much.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Forelandic Saga: Darkest Nights ((IC between session RP))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zombiemun</strong> on <strong>06-09-2015, 18:55:09</strong>
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				Time seemed to melt away as Tahir sat watching the dark skinned elf. The group at the table drank heartily as they recounted tales of glorious purchases and the things they might do with their newly acquired properties.&nbsp; As he watched his mind traced back to his childhood kept as an oddity due to his parentage. Their conversation reminded him oh so much of the many times he was made to be about the table as his master entertained guests constantly chained and shown off because of the flames that replaced his hair and the strange coloration of his skin. It wasn't until the Elf stood and stumbled away from his table that Tahir glanced about the tavern proper and realized all of his companion's had vanished. No Suffering to play the moral compas to stay his hand, no paladin to scrutinize his actions and a wicked grin began to pull at his lips as he stood from his seat and moved to slowly follow after the stumbling noble.<br><br>Out the tavern doors and into the street Tahir would follow after the Darkelf, the night air slightly cool upon the skin but entirely ignored as the mind played over what fate would have in store for the would be owner of men. As the Darkelf stumbled down an alleyway Tahir seized the opportunity to close the distance between them quickly coming up upon the drunken man and smashing him into one of the alley walls hard enough to leave the darkelf a crumpled mess on the filth strewn floor of the alleyway. A whispered prayer to the primordial lords and he would heft the unconscious form from the ground and make for the slave yards.<br><br>It was late and to subdue guards that had rarely been disturbed in the past was simple enough with the powers the Elemental prince's gifted unto him and so now Tahir stood not far from a chained noble who was just beginning to stir all around him in cages there were men and women meant to be sold or worse. "ahh our guest of honor is waking up", Tahir's voice carried throughout the area and a chuckle escaped him as the Darkelf began to realize there was a rough iron collar clasped about his neck and chained to the central pillar in much the sameway as slaves would be displayed for sale. As the Darkelf began with threats of what might happen to Tahir he shook his head,"no my friend the next being you will speak with is the Primordial flame", as he spoke he would circle about the noble splashing the contents of a pint of lantern oil upon the man, letting it soak into the rich fabrics of his fine clothes. The commotion in the large central area between the cages served to draw the attention of some of the slaves and soon enough all stood watching what was happening. After the oil the Darkelf began to beg and offer riches for his life but Tahir only shook his head,"no my friend, you fate has been sealed...", now Tahir's attention moved from the quivering noble to the slaves, "this man, as many others in this city think they can own you..but men are not meant to be owned", once more he would circle the noble, "this is the spark that shall ignite the fires of change", as the words carried over the crowd a flame slowly grew in the palm of his hand and he would slowly turn to the noble and almost gingerly place the flame upon his head from where the lamp oil quickly served to ignite the bound Noble. With his task complete Tahir moved to the cages and smashed the locks releasing those held captive, certainly his method was not as efficient as Aera's but it got the job done.
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