[Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.
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				Title: <strong>[Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sithgod</strong> on <strong>29-05-2007, 04:07:03</strong>
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				<strong>Adventure 1</strong><br><br>When you open your eyes after retiring to bed that night you find yourself in an entirely new location. It is a small white room with no windows or doors. You feel somewhat dislocated as if your not fully here. In the center of the room is a statue of a child made of a polished dark marble. You feel like there is others with you in the room but whenever you turn you see nothing but the white walls.<br><br>The statue is slightly off-putting. It is almost as if its eyes follow you around the room, until you realize they really are following you around the room. When you stop and stare into the child’s eyes you feel yourself pulled in. For the briefest of moments you know everything. Every thought of every being since the beginning of time, Of planets coming into being and of their passing, you can see every atom and know intimately its place in the universe. Then with a blink of her eyes its gone.<br><br>She whispers to you and her voice lingers in the room as if millions of children were murmuring the same sentence. <em>We failed so long ago. We did not take the threat serious enough. The wound we suffered it was almost fatal. But recover we never can. We...loved the land and its people and the danger for them is very real. We can do no more than what we have done. You are the chosen at the place of worship. Should you fall return there and breath again.</em>&nbsp; The voices and the room fades.<br><br>When next you open your eyes. You find you are naked. Looking up you see fog and a large stone with runes marked on it. Not the place where you had laid down to rest. You feel damp grass beneath you and can hear the quiet lapping of water against a riverbank. Neatly placed next to you is your equipment and clothes.<br><br>As you are trying to unravel the disturbing circumstances of how you ended up in this location a searing pain so strong that it leaves a silent scream runs from your wrist. You see a glowing rune as if from a magical brand, and upon the stone in front of you [one rune for each of you] you see the same rune burning brightly then it fades. Looking at your wrist there is no sign of the rune that was causing you such suffering moments before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mia Saisyu</strong> on <strong>29-05-2007, 05:04:41</strong>
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				Long, thick eyelashes slowly force themselves open as she awakens to the image of the white-child statue in the room..Blinking thrice to confirm what she's seeing..one slender leg stretches out to the side to stand herself up, though as she looks towards the child's eyes, her head begins to swim..long, mahogany hair touching to her inner thighs and brushing against bare flesh. One hand trembles , slowly collapsing inwards as she hears the children begin to chant..paniced eyes looking around as she presses both of her hands to her head, trying to shut out the voices echoing. And then, it hits.<br><br>Both of her eyes bolt open like streaking stars crushing into the floor. Her eyes travel down her now-naked, and slightly sweaty body, obviously emotionally disturbed from the dream. One hand reaches up to cover bare breast as her head travels from left to right, backing against the stone and taking in her situation.&nbsp; Her first instincts are to grab for her clothes, however, the searing pain from the rune throws her to the floor, once again exposing herself, body tightening up, and muscle tone in her thighs , abdomen, and arms showing up as she writhes momentarily..until it fades.&nbsp; In her frenzy, she snatches up her red sleeveless vest, and slips it over her top, smoothing the midriff cut out against her body ..and slipping a simple pair of silk panties, followed by her skirt..tying teach binding string at either side of her waist...and slinging her scarf around creamy-white skin as a final touch. Looking around..she finally starts to take things in..and clearing her throat, she speeks feebly, in a subdued feather-light tone..<br><br>"What..in the name of the gods...has happened here?"<br><br>(( http://h1.ripway.com/miachan/Celeste.jpg ))
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>29-05-2007, 05:32:43</strong>
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				...as the searing paint lifts from her body, Vikta becomes aware that she has been screaming.&nbsp; She isn't screaming any more... but she can't remember the sound her voice made as she cried out in agony... all that remains is a ragged, scratchy feeling in her throat.&nbsp; <br><br>She stares at her wrist in disbelief, and as she sits up straight, the wet tingling of dew exposed to the air along her bare back-- that, and the tickle of damp grass along her buttocks, her thighs, her feet-- it's so surreal, that all she can do for a moment is stare and wait for the dream to end.<br><br>Rising from the grass on unsteady legs, she blinks at the light and surveys her surroundings... she's struck by a pang of embarrassment, a desire to hide herself-- she quashes it with anger, knowing that she is being foolish for being ashamed of her body.&nbsp; In fact, she reminds herself, she is being foolish for thinking that this strange place, or these women, are any more than a dream.<br><br><i>Would that they were not...</i> she thinks with a wry, soft chuckle as she stretches along the grass... the absence of pain allows her to relish the sensation of the dream... the feeling of warm earth, cool blades of grass, crisp with dew and alive, like thousands of fingers along her body... <br><br>Since the dream seems to persist, the stands, stretching her back in a cat-like gesture... the movement elongates her spine and stretches her ribcage, framing her diminutive, honey-skinned figure-- lithe, graceful... with features that blur the line between elven and human... supple and compact, but with a smooth, curvaceous ass and full, youthful breasts... short, but with long legs... hair ashen-blonde, almost white, but cut short in a pixie-cut that teases the tops of subtly pointed ears, and huge, vivid blue eyes, but with a keen edge of hardness that most humans' eyes take on.&nbsp; <br><br>She sighs and rubs her fingers over her taut stomach and narrow waist, wondering if she should dimply dress now or wait the dream out...<br><br>...when she hears someone speak.<br><br>Turning her head slowly, she makes out the girl who has spoken.&nbsp; Vikta's brows quirk up in subtle appreciation of her, even though she's managed to dress herself (much to Vikta's regret).&nbsp; Then, slowly, it dawns on her that this dream is incredibly real... oddly so, in fact... <br><br>She remembers the feel of the grass, the searing pain... wouldn't that have roused her from sleep--<br><br>Giving it no further thought, she spots her gear in the grass and dives for it-- clasping first her short sword, then second her armor-padding... a thick, black cotton, lace-up garment that she begins fumbling her small body into as best as possible with one hand-- "Wh-- who the bloody hell are you?!"&nbsp; She spins, pointing the blade at one, then the other of the rising women, ready to defend herself as best as possible, when she finally manages to slip the garment over her legs to her waist, covering her lower-half only thusfar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mia Saisyu</strong> on <strong>29-05-2007, 06:20:17</strong>
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				With hip-length hair trickling behind her, she quickly becomes aware of the grass rustling beside her, and, as such, the figure of another female. Pivoting on one foot to look her in the eye.. ( and, just maybe, glance over her body. The passive gaze didn't bear too much lust, as she was still in semi-belief she was dreaming. ) Two long, crescent bangs&nbsp; spread a bit to reveal the full features of her face..ruby-red lips and dark hazel eyes seeming to hold almost a royal elegance, yet a subdued flame, ignited to blaze from the woman's defensive actions, and well expecting such an action, one hand was already outheld, glowing with an ethereal flame, and her skirt kissing against her thighs as it sways from an unnatural breeze.<br><br>"I'd normally say I wouldn't mean you any harm..but if you're the one that just happened to strip me and leave me an arcane present, i'd change my mind. However.." The flame abruptly flickers out, and she musters a giggle, slinging a few tresses of hair over her shoulder.&nbsp; "You look just about as naked as I did moments ago."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>29-05-2007, 13:01:28</strong>
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				The short, slight half-elf tilts her face in a gesture of disbelief, but gradually the point of her shortsword begins to ease its way toward the her feet.<br><br>Easing her arm into the over-shoulder strap of her garment, she flits her gaze over the hazel-eyed young woman before her. "No... I assure you that I am not party to this... business..." &nbsp;she sticks the point of her sword into the soft turf, allowing her to completely don the garment and begin working at the laces at the sides.<br><br>"You are some kind of... magus?"&nbsp; She gestures with her eyes toward the girl's hands, where the strange glow had just illuminated her skin.&nbsp; She finishes the ties on her armor padding and scoops her breasts into the taut garment before drawing it tight and tying the final knot.&nbsp; At that, she begins to assemble her armor... form-fit black leather with matte steel studs, facets, and buckles.&nbsp; <br><br>"Have you any idea what is going on here?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>29-05-2007, 20:42:59</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mia Saisyu</strong> on <strong>31-05-2007, 02:10:54</strong>
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				Slender legs stride to the left, and then the right, pacing about aimlessly. She closes her eyes, seeming to concentrate, trying to find any lingering magical traces that her mind can run along back to the source. Slowly opening her eyes, and peering over to the girl casually, folding her arms behind her hips and flashing another pearly-white, relaxed smile, as she walks forward playfully, with almost the grace of a little girl.<br><br>"If you want my honest opinion..I had no idea at all..I don't find it very comforting walking around naked , though.." She muses, pressing a solitary finger to ruby-red lips before pacing a few steps towards the distance.<br><br>"Well..i'm going to look around. Want to come along?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>31-05-2007, 03:53:59</strong>
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				Vikta eyes her smoothly from head to toe, appraising, pale eyes seeming to be in no hurry.&nbsp; At the unfinished comment, she allows a wry smirk to creep across her own lips as well, and cinches the last couple of buckles under her arm to tighten the form-fit studded armor to her compact body.&nbsp; "... no, I'd suppose not.&nbsp; Despite its advantages.<br><br>"I think I <em>will </em>accompany you," she says as she re-sheathes her sword... it sits beside a short bow on her back, and slides home with a soft hiss, barely audible, "Unless you've any objection..."<br><br>Clearly some sort of trapfinder or scout, the half-elf begins to pull on smooth, black, kid-leather gloves as she walks with a pronounced, bold sway that would turn heads in most taverns... if not for the curvaceous ass she was swinging under the tight black leather, then for the flagrantness of the gesture.&nbsp; "I am Vikta," she says, her voice softened and gentle now that she's calmed a bit.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sithgod</strong> on <strong>03-06-2007, 00:46:10</strong>
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				Through the fog a third girl awakens and sits up. She has raven black hair that spills down her neck and shoulders to the middle of her back and a small fringe of bangs that stops right above her dark blue eyes.&nbsp; Her lips of soft and red, her neck long and slender.&nbsp; She is tall (5'10") and slender (130 lbs), with long lithe legs and the toned shape of a dancer.&nbsp; Her waist is narrow, her breasts round and pert.<br><br>She holds her head as if she has a hang over and stands up. She looks around confused and notices she is naked and you at about the same time. <em>Well this is a nice way to meet new comers.</em> She says blushing. Next to her are her clothes and gear which includes a musical instrument.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>03-06-2007, 04:14:58</strong>
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				Noting the girl emerging from the fog, Vikta gives a coy smile as she finalizes the adjustment to her armor fittings... "Don't be shy, luv... it's all us ladies here."&nbsp; She gives the black-haired girl a complete appraisal with her eyes, not exactly subtle about it... "You're in good company," <br><br>She steps closer to the rising girl, offering one long-fingered, gloved hand... her flickering blue half-elf eyes shine with warmth, though a hint of wariness remains, and her non-proffered hand rests close to a dagger's hilt, ready to let slip if need be.&nbsp; "Though, I presume that, like us, you don't know exactly how you wound up <i>in</i> that company."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sithgod</strong> on <strong>03-06-2007, 06:57:54</strong>
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				The woman takes your hand and tries to cover her breasts and pussy at the same time and fails miserably at both. She adopts the "go ahead and look" tactic as that was less embarrassing that trying to hide her body. <em>My name is Melissa. I am a teller of stories and song.</em> She glances down at her breasts. <em>Though I don't often do it naked.</em> She says turning and bending over to get her clothes and gear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mia Saisyu</strong> on <strong>09-06-2007, 06:47:34</strong>
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				Celeste blinks over to teh girl emerging from the fog..eyeing her curiously. Were things..really as they seemed? Knowing the power of arcana that was used to inscribe runes on their bodies, not to mention teleport them long distances, it wasn't hard to imagine something like fake people, or even..a fake situation. One hand reaches over to a nearby tree, thumb running along it as if to detail the surface..<br><br>Glancing over to the self-proclaimed minstrel, Celeste cocks her hips to the side, accentuating her shape as one hand comes to rest against the indent of her waist. "Haa..so I ...wait, often..?" ..for a moment, she begins to think of several ways to waste a few gold pieces, which is obvious from the lecherous, almost..man-like stare in her eyes, until she shakes her head firmly, hair cascading along with its motion..<br><br>"...Right. Well then, we should probably get a feel of our surroundings..." she muses, thoughts drifting back to that dream as she takes a few steps forward, hips retaining their delicate female sway perfectly. After waiting a few more moments for the minstrel to catch up to the rest, she gives a little nod, beckoning the two to follow her with two fingers.<br><br>"Come then..i'd feel a lot safer if I had company..but you're free to rest a little while if you like if you're tired..I'm going to take a look around.." She says, starting to pace deeper into the forested area, after giving the two both what she believes to be sufficient time to prepare.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sithgod</strong> on <strong>11-06-2007, 05:35:47</strong>
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				The stones are around 12' tall and 7' wide. They chips, moss and wear shows they have been there for some time. The faintest of markings can be seen on the side face inwards, possibly a writing or runes now all but lost from view. The stones are in a rough circle of which each of you awoke in front of one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>11-06-2007, 06:03:21</strong>
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				With a wry chuckle, Vikta has a different reaction to the same provocation as Celeste... "Well, you might make more money if you <i>did</i>... I think I'd like to help you warm up your... singing voice."&nbsp; <br><br>With a soft wink, she tests the string of her bow to ensure it's not damp from the morning dew before re-seating her sword and striding off to Celeste's left.&nbsp; She eyes the mysterious woman, her fragile features glinting with welcome.&nbsp; "You didn't tell me your name, maguisse."&nbsp; She begins to file off, taking a defensive position off ten feet to Celeste and Melissa's flank, where she can scout for traps and interlopers.&nbsp; <br><br>There must be some path out of here, said the joker (else known as the thief).
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				Post by: <strong>sithgod</strong> on <strong>12-06-2007, 05:24:46</strong>
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				<em>My name is Melissa and I am sure you could warm me up.</em> She laughs. The Bard replies as she finishes getting dressed and arranging her clothes and gear.<br><br>It appears to be about early morning and the sun is trying valiantly to push through the fog.<br><br>ooc: Please give me a listen check.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mia Saisyu</strong> on <strong>12-06-2007, 09:57:46</strong>
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				Hearing Vikta take a shot at Melissa's lustful side, her cheeks almost immediately blush in reaction, showing she's been well outmaneuvered, at least in that aspect, and hearing Vikta's suggestion..she presses a hand to her lips, eyes seeming to be..lost in the moment. Maybe she's..visualizing things a bit *too* lividly? Pacing off along the path with the others....drawing in a deep breath as she presses her hands to the inner curve of her waist..eyes diverting about the area. However, as she catches Vikta's keen eyes scanning the place..she seems to drop her guard a bit as she passes through the forested area....every time ..looking from Vikta, to Melissa, cheeks still slightly red..<br><br><em>T..those two are ..s..so pretty..I shouldn't be..getting horny out here...</em> she muses to herself..pressing onwards...though, one could obviously tell the wheels in her mind were ticking quite..thoroughly - if one were to look hard enough, they could see her nipples strained slightly against the red fabric at her chest...<br><br>(( ..Vacation time. x_x; Sorry ladies and gentlefolks..the next post will be on the 27th of June...which is too bad..; - ; See you soon! I do hope to come back to this game though so if my character could be GM'd off until the..^^;
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sithgod</strong> on <strong>13-06-2007, 20:06:01</strong>
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				You hear the faint sound of a speaking. You don't know the language but its feral, gutural, maybe Goblin or Orc. Its coming from the east.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>15-06-2007, 21:07:54</strong>
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				Vikta's subtly pointed ears prick at the sound of speech, gutteral and surreal... she lifts one delicate, black-gloved hand toward the two ladies as she leads the way, then lifts one finger to her lips in the universal signal for silence.&nbsp; Up on her toes, she moves swiftly and silently toward the East, her body like a shadow in its tight black armor as she lowers her shoulders and creeps toward the noise, using any available cover to screen herself from its source.&nbsp; She draws an arrow by its fletching, smoothing the black and white feathers expertly before nocking the arrow, the bow half-drawn as she creeps closer for a look.<br><br>(I sent the roll to you via the dice server... if it doesn't show up, please let me know... thanks! (it was 17+6=23 for move silently).
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				Post by: <strong>sithgod</strong> on <strong>17-06-2007, 04:59:28</strong>
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				The two girls listen and then you know they hear it as well. They move through the fog with you. Not as quietly but all thins considered they are not making much extra noise. <br><br>The sound of the voices is getting closer. Its bestial yet unfamiliar. Some words almost sound familiar from other languages but then not quite. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>18-06-2007, 20:28:17</strong>
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				Vikta's mouth sets to a hard line in consternation as she creeps closer, moving slowly ahead of the others, but trying to maintain enough distance to approach unnoticed the individuals-- beast or being-- she can hear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tawny</strong> on <strong>20-06-2007, 05:56:01</strong>
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				Alarael settles in for the night, secure within a small copse of pines.&nbsp; As she was alone, she bedded down in her leathers.&nbsp; Her breathing slows and deepens, her eyes closing as she enters reverie, but almost as quickly she stirs, eyes falling upon the marble statue.&nbsp; The strange feeling of disjointment makes her feel as though this was no more than a dream, but a strange dream indeed!&nbsp; She walks towards the statue, spiraling ever inward and then she hears the voices.&nbsp; Her eyes close as she listens, opening only when the voices and finds herself in another, new location.&nbsp; Her eyes fall upon the large stone, opening wide as she falls to her knees as a rune on her arm springs to life, filling her with searing pain.<br><br>She almost literally bites her tongue to keep from screaming, even as a voice pierces the night air.&nbsp; Cool, damp air coalesces on her bare skin, and she notes for the first time that she is nude, her clothes and items folded neatly by her feet.&nbsp; She makes no move to cover herself, feeling no embarassment at being nude, or seeing others nude.&nbsp; Slight of figure, she stands just under 5' in height, average height for an elf.&nbsp; Dark, reddish-brown hair hangs to her lower back, straight and true.&nbsp; Her deep green eyes flow from one girl to the next, doing her best to 'record' their images in her mind.&nbsp; With the others engaged in coversation, she quickly dresses and checks her weapons and items.&nbsp; <br><br>Clothed in snug brown leather armor, she steps foward, speaking softly in a rather coarse voice, in fluent elvish, <em><strong>"mae govannen ar' vedui`."</strong></em>&nbsp; The thought that the other women might not speak Elvish does not occur to her, but then her common was rather poor, if only from lack of use.<br><br><em>*greetings and well met</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>20-06-2007, 14:30:13</strong>
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				In the midst of crossing the moors, Vikta pauses to look back over her shoulder at the group.<br><br>When the elven girl had spoken, she'd understood... a flash of recognition in her eyes... but rather than respond in elven, she'd merely nodded, her demure smile an answer if there is one.&nbsp; Not likely that Alarael wouldn't recognize Vikta as a half-breed... from her stature, her ears, her delicate-formed body... the pert delicacy of her form in contrast to the age in her stare... <br><br>But for now, she was on point... no time to recall the girls' forms one by one, no-- she had to move, and stay cold, alert, and silent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tawny</strong> on <strong>21-06-2007, 00:00:24</strong>
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				Alarael gives a slight nod of her head to Vikta as she moves to follow.&nbsp; Elven long bow in one hand, she checks to make sure her quiver is positioned for easy drawing.&nbsp; She notes the partial elven heritage of the young woman, but gives no sign of distaste like many elves would.&nbsp; She had learned long ago that the measure of a person was not in their heritage, but in their actions, though some elven blood was certainly a plus in her book.&nbsp; Her eyes light upon the other two briefly before scanning the land around her.&nbsp; She gave no thought to lust or romance, despite the beauty around her.&nbsp; First they needed to discover what this was all about...
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				Post by: <strong>sithgod</strong> on <strong>24-06-2007, 16:39:05</strong>
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				The voices are without a doubt coming in your direction. As you moved forward the sound of lapping water and the smell of a river can be noticed. The voices have some hint of Goblin but at the same time doesn't. To your left you can see another female [sethite] coming to her feet as naked and disoriented as the rest of you were.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>25-06-2007, 09:56:33</strong>
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				Vikta lifts lead hand to her lips, holding the arrow by its shaft between her bow-grip fingers and setting her face in a mask of dire caution and stern warning.&nbsp; She turns toward the sound and looks back at the naked girl, hopefully indicating that there's someone about, and tips her chin towards the girl's gear-- assuming there's a pile the like of hers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tawny</strong> on <strong>25-06-2007, 18:19:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alarael glances over to the girl begining to rise to her feet.&nbsp; She keeps most of her attention focused in the direction of the voices as she moves quietly over to her.&nbsp; She brings a finger to her lips as she nears the girl to signal silence.&nbsp; As she draws close she whispers, "ahead something or someone.&nbsp; Dressed get and check it out we will."&nbsp; Common is obviously not her native tongue, but figures she, and maybe Vikta, are the only ones who speak fluent elvish.&nbsp; Her eyes do wander quickly and lightly over Sethite's form, but not overtly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sethite</strong> on <strong>25-06-2007, 19:34:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slowly regaining to her sences Anika slowly gets up, wondering where she is and what happend to her. All these words - what might they mean? <br>Thrills went through her body, she instinctively coved her breasts with her hands. The she saw the rune on her hand. Gods, what the hell is going on here? She touched her wrist, trying to check is it real or maybe some kind of illusion. But it wasn't. It was terrible truth.<br>Panic and fear started to grow inside her. Whoever did this to her, wasn't her friend. Then she noticed some other persons here. Were they enemies or not? Still naked, she reached quickly for her dagger, feeling more safely with weapon. Then she slowly looked around.<br>"Somebody may tell me what the hell is going on here?" - she asked with loud voice, trying not to show her fear. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sithgod</strong> on <strong>26-06-2007, 04:35:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Unfortunately for Anika time was not her friend. She could also hear the harsh goblinoid sounding language. Through the fog a crude spear suddenly emerges. Melissa tumbles to the soft ground barely avoiding the weapon. Through the fog you can just start to make out what appears to be several Goblins, but they are deformed. They carry spears and short swords.<br><br><br>Inititive rolls and actions please. If anyone wants me to roll then let me know.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sethite</strong> on <strong>26-06-2007, 09:57:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anika looked around. She knew that whoever these girls were, they were in danger as well as her. <br>"There will be time for talking" - she said to herself - "Now it's time to fight".<br>(initiative rolls)<br>She reached for her bow, loaded it with belt and while kneeling, fired to the nearest goblin. After this, she repeated. She didn't feel comfortably kneeling naked, but fear was strongest than shame.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tawny</strong> on <strong>26-06-2007, 12:19:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alarael was caught off guard as the woman spoke in a loud voice, so much for being quiet.&nbsp; She fumbles for an arrow as the malformed goblins appear.&nbsp; She doesn't bother responding to the new woman, her attentions now ficused on the goblins.<br><br>(Initiative roll sent)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>26-06-2007, 13:28:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vikta, continuing to move at point, strains her eyes into the fog and-- at the sudden noise--closes her eyes for a moment as she curses, silently.&nbsp; When she opens them again, it is at the whirring sound of the air from the fog as the spear hurdles its way toward the other girls... unable to avoid looking, she watches as it sails past the girl behind her, who narrrowly avoids it-- it'd have been a shame to see such a pretty girl skewered, she thinks.<br><br>Her bow still at the ready, she quickly scans for cover and, finding none, draws down a bead on the first shape out of the fog... hoping that her position will give her the best choice of targets, she drops to one knee and fires, judging speed and distance of the onslaught to determine if she'd best draw her blade or if there's opportunity to continue shooting.<br><br>And if there's more of them than 4, she's ready to run.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sithgod</strong> on <strong>28-06-2007, 05:12:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In total you can see 5 of the foul beast.&nbsp; Melissa draws her sword and awaits their charge.<br><br><em>Fly true!</em> Celeste yells as a shimmering arrow appears above her and flashes across to hit one of the beasts in the shoulder. It throws its spear by the magical arrow hit spoils its aim and the spear goes well wide.<br><br>Anika's shot flies accurate and hits one of the Goblins. It grunts in pain and reaches up and snaps off the shaft. Its bleeding.<br><br>The Goblins start to advance.<br><br>ooc: Attack rolls from any other bow shots. 936 is my dice number
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sethite</strong> on <strong>30-06-2007, 16:25:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anika repeated her bow, trying to shoot one more time. Still naked, she grabbed her cloak and put it on, trying to cover her nudity.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mia Saisyu</strong> on <strong>02-07-2007, 09:48:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Tch..it seems like a setup to me! If someone were wanting us to save them, don't you suppose they'd be a little..kinder" She motions towards the oncoming goblins, one hand resting on her left wrist, and fingertips still speckled with magical energy, her skirt billowing around her hips and caressing her thighs, the wind off her last shot allowing her hair to sail in the breeze in front of her. It usually wasn't her choice to shoot first and ask questions later, but she was in the suit with the other girls ,as well , and may as well make the best of it.<br><br>Bracing herself, bending her knees a bit to find her center and forcing her palm back, a series of magical orbs appear at her side, quckly taking shape..and with a single step forward, she thrusts her finger forward, the other hand forming a few basic runic motions, aiming to finish off the one that Anika had started on, hoping that one death would dissuade any more.<br><br><em>Magic Missle!</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sithgod</strong> on <strong>02-07-2007, 19:48:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				ooc: Just waiting on Ixy's attack roll and Tawny's
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>02-07-2007, 20:08:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vikta lets fly with the arrow, bearing down on the nearest attacker with a steely determination.<br><br>(tried to send these a few days back... linking here.&nbsp; http://elliquiy.com/diceserv/index.php?r=1936 and http://elliquiy.com/diceserv/index.php?r=1937)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sithgod</strong> on <strong>04-07-2007, 21:26:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vidka lets fly. Her arrow hits her target. The arrow embedding in the Goblins chest. He snaps off the arrow. He is alive but in bad shape. <br><br>Alarael snaps off a shot but it goes wide.<br><br>The Goblins charge forward. Hollering and screaming. They will reach you at the end of this new round. There is time to fire again but they will be in melee range after it.<br><br>I have Mia's action. So its action and rolls please.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Drow War] A Gathering storm. Game thread. Run by Sithgod.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>05-07-2007, 20:16:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vikta steps back a few steps, drawing another arrow, and draws it cleanly to next to her ear.&nbsp; She lets it fly at the first one standing, then-- without hesitation-- draws her shortsword, prepared to evade the first round of blow.&nbsp; (roll sent)
			</dd>
		</dl>
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